#but yeah i am feeling many fucking emotions bros

[solivagantsalix]

my therapist is slightly worried about me 🥴

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi, so i'm 29 and i've never had sex and i want to get it over with because it's supposed to be a major life milestone but i am asexual and mildly sex repulsed so i'm conflicted. do you have any advice?

uuuh yeah straight up I think you need to like. just not worry about this.

I don't know if you've read Laura Carpenter's 2005 book Virginity Lost, but on the off chance you haven't let me give you a TL;DR. Carpenter classifies her interviewees into three broad categories based on how they conceptualize(d) their virginity: those who saw it as a precious gift, those who saw it as something to get rid of (hi, that's you), and those who saw it as just, like, a neutral state of being that would end at some point.

understandably those in the first category had a fair amount of emotional baggage re: "losing" their virginity (that terminology is a whole other can of worms that we don't have time to get into right now), especially cis women - being told all your life that you have something that makes you special and pure and then not having it anymore will fuck you up pretty good, no matter how ideal the conditions of your first sexual experience were.

however, the folks in the second category - the "gotta get rid of this virginity shit" crew - also reported a fair amount of regret and wishing that they had waited longer, with many feeling (with the virtue of hindsight) that they'd made poor, impulsive choices that led to regrettable partners, uncomfortable sex, and situations which they didn't particularly enjoy or feel good about.

the group that fared best were those who looked at their own virginity with no particular positive or negative connotations. these folks tended to be the ones making the most informed choices by waiting until they were able to confidently navigate partnered sex, and reported the fewest regrets of the three groups.

there are a lot of sociocultural reasons for that, but here's a fucking biggie: sex is a thing that you should have because you want to have sex, not because you want to "get it over with."

anon, my sweet anon, what the fuck does that even mean? that's like saying "I haven't gone skydiving yet and I just want to get it over with." what??? bro, why are you talking about it like it's something that you're going to have to do eventually? it's literally completely optional. if sex isn't interesting to you, I cannot recommend enough that you simply Do Not Have Sex.

eating seafood appeals to me not at all; I shan't be scheduling a trip to Red Lobster just to get that over with. I'm going to simply, you know, continue not eating seafood. if I wake up one day with a real and sincere hankering to go find out what crab meat tastes like that will be a different story, but for right now that desire simply isn't there - so why would I force it? seems like a great way to waste a lot of time and money on a pretty shitty meal.

this is literally a nonissue, dude. if you feel conflicted about having sex you shouldn't be having it. "it's supposed to be a major life milestone" fuck that. you decide what the important parts of your life are.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 04 - Happy Once]

Genre: Smut, Fluff, soft Angst

Warnings: BDSM, subby masochist!Jungkook, hard dom!reader, abduction roleplay, kinda a corrruption roleplay too?, chains, whips, leather floggers, use of a vibrating buttplug, she also straps a vibrator to his cock, multiple forced orgasms, the fluffiest aftercare, also Koo opens up to her and it’s emotional :(, bro I’m crying

Wordcount: 7.3k

a/n: hahaha I am ✌🏻🥲

Bunny was late tonight. You’ve been waiting for him for twenty minutes now. You shouldn’t mind. Even if he is late his money will still be booked from his account. But you mind, because he sounded very exhausted last week and you were worried that he let something happen to him.

It was the sixth week he fell asleep with you and he cried in your arms again. It should have weirded you out, but you just felt pity for him. You knew the type of cry he did. You did it many nights as well, hugging your pillow and wishing for another person to hold you.

Tonight he was late. Twenty five minutes already. It made you worry. Maybe he finally had enough and found a way to end it. That thought worried you. He was a stranger, yes, but you started to care for him. At least like a business person cares for another business person (that's what you told yourself late at night when he appeared in your thoughts and haunted you until you forced yourself asleep).

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in!”

Bunny steps through the threshold with big steps. He locks the door like he always does and then turns to you. He is wearing a turtleneck tonight and high waisted bell bottoms. It looks peculiar to see him out of a suit, peculiar but hot. You liked his waist in the clothes, dainty, perfect to grab and ruin. He also seems to stand straighter than last week, which was always a good thing with him because if he doesn’t feel good his back begins hunching. He isn’t hunching right now, as a matter of fact it almost seems as if he was posing for you.

“Hey there, sexy getup”, you greet him.

“You think so? I tried something new tonight”, he explains, twisting and turning a little to show off the outfit. His butt looks amazing, hot damn.

“You look like that one meme of Dwayne the Rock.”

“Wow thanks”, he murmurs and then laughs.

You laugh too, standing up from the bed. You think that he has a nice laugh. You haven’t heard it often yet, but whenever you did you found it beyond addicting.

“All there is missing is the chain and the fanny bag”, you tease him.

“Okay, okay I get it. The outfit is a fail”, he says in a laugh, covering his chest with his own hands.

“It’s not a fail. You’re just so not at all the businessman tonight.”

“Yeah well”, he shrugs his shoulders, “I had to run home to prepare. That’s why I’m late and look like Dwayne the Rock.”

“I see”, you smile despite knowing he can’t see it, “you seem happier tonight.”

He nods his head, “I feel good.”

“Yeah? That’s good to hear”, you say and stop right in front of him, letting your eyes run up and down his torso. He allows you, staring at your lace covered tits.

“I saw the request list you sent me”, you say.

“Yeah. I saw you approved it.”

“Of course I did. I’m an expert in those things.”

“Yeah? I figured you were.”

“And why is that?”

“Cause I still think of that one time you literally ruined me on the floor. I jerk off a lot to that night.”

You laugh.

“You are going to make me fluster if you keep complimenting me like that.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “well yeah. You’re amazing.”

“Thank you Bunny.”

“So, uhm let’s get started”, he straightens up his back, “I consent to this. Green, yellow and red. Snap my fingers three times or hum Happy Birthday.”

“Fuck you’re learning so well Bunny. But no smalltalk? That's sad."

"Well do you wanna talk?" 

"Well, how was your week? Did it go well?" 

He shrugs his shoulders, "it was alright I guess. It was better than last week. I pulled in a few major business deals from overseas which is kinda cool." 

"Did you? That's cool, I’m proud of you."

He fumbles with his thumbs nervously, "and you? How was your week?" 

"Same old same old. I can’t complain." 

"That's cool, I’m happy to hear that", he says and nods his head. 

Silence. He shimmies from one foot to the other. 

You laugh, "you're really not into small talk right now are you?" 

"I kinda wanna start…" he murmurs, scratching the back of his head. 

"Fine alright, message received. Undress." 

"Yes Mistress." 

He undresses quickly, taking off his jeans first. The turtleneck follows, you watch as his stomach stretches at the motion. He struggles a little with the mask, but manages in the end, dropping the piece of fabric on the floor. He hooks his fingers in his briefs and looks at you. 

"Yes those too." 

He nods obediently, pulling them down his legs and stepping out of them. You take in his legs, eyes lingering on the ridges of his thick thighs. 

You gasp, watching them tense as Bunny falls to his knees, folded hands resting on his lap and head lowered. His cock is getting squeezed between his muscular thighs, pink and red and so ready to grow hard. It makes him squirm twice.

"I'm ready for you Mistress", he lets you know. 

“Good boy. Now let’s get started”, you say and disappear in the bathroom to pretend as if you were entering the room again.

Bunny was waiting for you, still kneeling with his head lowered and hands clenched to fists.

"Well, well, well", you say, strutting to him, "would you look at that? I heard my boys talk about a stray bunny they caught tonight, but I didn’t think you’d be waiting for me so obediently."

Bunny scoffs and clenches his fists.

“Tell me boy, why are you here?”

"You think I’m going to tell you?" he grumbles.

"Uuuuh...yes? Obviously", you laugh tauntingly, "if you wanna get out of here alive, you better start talking", you warn in a dark growl. 

“Tzt.”

You circle him, playing with his soft hair. He squirms again, squeezing his thighs together. 

One tug at his hair and his head tilts back, deep moan rattling in his chest. 

"I am going to ruin you, boy." 

"You really think so?" he chokes out, whimpering when you twist more of his hair. 

"Stand up. Now", you order, tugging him to his feet. 

You pull him with you by his hair, basking in the painful whimpers he lets out behind you as he is stumbling through the room. 

"Stay", you stop under a pair of thick chains tangling from the ceiling. 

Bunny gazes at you with his knees buckling and his cock hardening. 

"Raise your arms." 

He shakes his head. 

"Excuse me?" you grab his chin harshly, "do I really have to repeat myself?" 

He nods his head. 

"Fuck. You are going to raise your arms for me, boy." 

"I’m not one of your bitch boys", he taunts. 

You squeeze his chin harshly. 

"Now. Before this ends badly for you." 

You could watch his cock twitch at your words. 

"Make. Me." 

You laugh breathlessly. 

"Oh shouldn’t have said that", you growl, grabbing the chains and tugging them down to your chest. Then you grab his left arm, securing his wrist in the leather cuff. 

He grunts, fighting against your grasp. 

"Stay still", you warn, forcing his right arm close to you. 

The cuff locks around his wrist safely. Bunny tugs at the chains to challenge you, taking a step closer to show you just how little restraint they have over him. 

You merely smile and take a step back. 

"You can’t keep me here", he spits, chasing after you. 

"You really think so? How adorable" you say dryly, turning to a lever. 

Bunny comes closer, stumbling back with a deep grunt a second later as you begin working the lever and securing the chains in the process. 

"No! Stop that!" 

The chains are tugging him with them, lifting his arms above his head if he wants to or not. 

"I said stop", he spits, feeling the heels of his feet leave the floor. 

He grunts and wiggles, barely finding hold on the ground. He is tangling on the chains like a pathetic piece of meat, kicking the air and growling.

You turn after securing the lever, taunting him with a deep chuckle. 

"You look fucking pathetic." 

Bunny growls, "let me down." 

"No." 

You close the distance between you and him, touching his hips before running your hands up his body. 

Bunny shivers with every touch, chest heaving up and down quickly and cock throbbing.

"Are you standing well? Or in pain?" you make sure.

"I'm good, it's really exciting", he assures you and giggles.

"Very well", you drag your fingers up his flexed arms, "now where were we? Oh yeah right. Someone decided that acting up was the way to go", your voice is back to its commanding tone, making Bunny's stomach twist in excitement. 

"You don’t scare me", he spits. 

"I should", you say and drag your nails down his arms so harshly that it burns like fire on his skin. Down his pits, down his sides, leaving deep scratch marks behind.

He groans, trying to wiggle away but ending up only tangling closer to you. The pain is exhilarating, like a hit straight from the best drug. It runs through his veins and makes his vision blurry.

"You see Bunny. You are gonna wish that you behaved once I am done with you." 

"Keep dreaming." 

You click your tongue, rounding him with a hand on his abs. You wanted him to know that his body was your property, that he was nothing but a pathetic piece of meat made for your entertainment and it worked, Bunny was squirming with every inch you touched, skin carrying goosebumps.

Your hand leaves his stomach, leaving him to squirm in uncertainty. Not knowing what you would do next drove him insane. 

A few steps, two low thuds, then more steps. 

You touch his ass, making him tense up. You are massaging the flesh, giving him a good feel of the handle on your hand. His breathing speeds up, muscles twitching. 

"You know what I am holding, don’t you?" 

He nods his head. 

"Still wanna keep quiet?" 

"Ha", he scoffs, "you know the answer." 

"Tzt." 

You step back and raise your arm. You watch the leather flogger connect with his skin in a harsh slap. 

"Ha-ah", he lets out.

His skin is red in an instant. How lovely. 

You flog him a second time, watching his muscles tense and listening to the tiny mewl he lets out. 

"Where is your back talk now?" 

He grunts and raises his head. 

"You think this is gonna make me behave? That's nothing." 

Slap. 

He gasps and curses under his breath. 

Slap. 

He moans and laughs, throwing his head back. His laughter is moking you, making you flog him just that harder. Three consecutive times right on top of his ass, all three made to sting. 

You stop, listening to his whimper. His ass is so red by now, most definitely burning. 

"Better", you say and smile. 

Bunny merely scoffs and shakes his head. 

"You know", he begins, "you may keep me hostage here, but don’t think for a second that I’m going to obey."

You grind your teeth. What a stubborn boy. Oh how fun it will be to break him. 

"Very well", you sigh, placing the flogger back on the table, "I see that I’m not going to achieve anything by playing nice. Fine with me."

Silence. Bunny listening to what you are doing. You are currently putting on black latex gloves, making them snap against your skin. 

He shifts, making his body tangle softly. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Wouldn’t you like to know?" 

He huffs out air, tensing his back muscles. Oh he is such a handsome piece of meat. 

"You know I hate this technique but you are giving me no other choice", you growl, forcing the lubed up tip of a syringe up his ass. 

"Oh?!" he tenses up, craning his neck to look at you. 

You lock eyes with him, pressing down on the syringe and forcing his body to take the creamy lube. 

"Oh god", he moans, eyelids fluttering. 

"Can you feel it? Mhm? Can you feel how it's coating your insides?" you challenge, forcing him to take the last drop, "now", you move the syringe inside of him, "I want you clenching when I pull this out, if I see just one little drop leaving your asshole." 

"And if I don’t?" he challenges with his voice shaking. 

"You really don’t wanna find out", you spit, pulling the syringe out without warning. 

Bunny gasps and clenches on instinct, body tensing right with him. You taunt him with a laugh. 

"See? It wasn’t that hard."

He huffs out air and relaxes. 

"Nuh-uh, I said not a drop", you stop the lube from escaping by sticking two of your fingers up his ass. 

"Fuck", he chokes out, hole struggling around your digits.

You wrap your hand around his throat and thrust your gloved fingers up his ass roughly. 

He mewls and whimpers, swallowing heavily under your fingers. 

"I told you, your disobedience isn’t going to help you", you spit, abusing his poor hole perfectly. 

"Oh shut up", he growls, playing the role so well that you actually grind your teeth in annoyance. 

You curl your fingers and squeeze down on his neck. He squeaks like a little pig, thighs twitching uncontrollably. 

"That's what you wanted. I wanted to be nice to you but you decided to be disobedient. Now take it." 

"E-even if I do", he moans, "you think you can b-break me?"

"I think I already am, boy", you taunt, pressing down on his prostate skilfully and making him quake. 

You smile victoriously, keeping your finger pressed against his sensitive spot as you work with getting the plug ready. He is mewling even if he doesn’t want to, body tangling back and forth from wiggling so much. All that tangling is fucking his ass up and down on your fingers if he wants to or not, forcing even more mewls out of him. 

"Now I'm gonna have to plug up your bitch hole because you can’t behave", you growl, pressing the plug against his hole while your fingers are still buried in him. 

You begin pushing, feeling him clench at the intrusion. 

"Oh you are struggling so much", you taunt and chuckle. 

You move your fingers, push the plug. 

"Holy shit k-keep doing that", he groans, trying to arch his ass into you as best as possible. 

"Mhhm you’re into this?" you click your tongue, "very well", you say, slipping your fingers out to take away the sensation. 

He grinds his teeth, cursing himself for giving you an opportunity to torture him. Oh how he wants your fingers back. He feels so empty without them. 

"Now let’s plug you up, shall we?" you say and really begin to push to plug up his body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", he chants, hole struggling against the plug. One last push and it finally opens up, swallowing it up in its entirety. 

"Ha!" you laugh, "swallowed it up like the bitch you are." 

You press your fingers against it, not only to turn on the vibrator inside the plug but also to move it. It isn’t vibrating yet, you will have to use a remote control for that, but the movement makes Bunny whimper nonetheless. You fuck him with it slowly afterwards, watching his hole struggle against the lowest bead each time you pull it out.

"Mhm? How's that? How does it feel to know that I have you all plugged up? How does it feel to be my property?" you taunt, twisting the plug as you continue fucking him. 

"I can barely handle it", he chokes out, making the chains rattle. 

"Colour?"

"Green." 

"Good", you move it one last time before pulling back, "look at you, so stuffed. Just like a little bitch", you say and laugh tauntingly

Bunny is panting, sucking the plug in and out all on his own. It is wonderful to watch him give his asshole the most pathetic of fucks, you just know that it is riling him up more than it satisfies him. 

You get a hold of your favourite whip, demonstrating it next to him just once. He tenses up. 

"I'm going to give you one last chance to submit to me."

He shakes his head, "you'll have to fucking whip me until I’m bruised." 

"Oh gladly." 

The first whip makes him gasp and shake, head tilting to the back and body tangling back and forth. The second whip makes him moan and shudder, back tensing in the aftermath. The third whip makes him laugh maniacally, fingers grasping for the chains. The fourth whip makes him curse, knees buckling and body slacking against the chains. 

You press the button on your remote control, whipping his back at the same time. 

Bunny screams, lifting himself up by the chains until dropping in an uncontrollable shake. 

"Fuck, fuck, please god fuck", he yelps, knees shaking like crazy. 

"Give in", you spit. 

"N-no." 

You increase the vibrations and whip him a sixth time. He howls and tangles, legs kicking in a pathetic attempt at finding support again. You catch him, holding him until he is standing again. 

"Don't give up now" you challenge. 

He keens, hole pulsating around the vibrator and eyes squeezed shut. His prostate felt close to bursting. 

His skin is already bruising, carrying deep red streaks. Oh it is tempting you. So you whip him a seventh time, making him arch his back and moan like a crazed man. 

"Had enough?" you taunt. 

"Hngng fu-fuck hngngn you." 

"No. Fuck you", you spit, "I have time." 

And with that you increase the vibrations and whip him an eighth and last time. He is wailing in an instant, head thrown back and arms trying to pull his body up again. 

"Now you are quiet. Now that you are all bruised and covered in whip marks." 

Bunny squeaks like a little bitch, pressing his legs together. He is going to cum. Not on your watch. You turn the vibrator off, making him curse in desperation. 

"What? You think just because you finally stopped talking back I'm going to reward you?" 

"Fuck, you are the worst", he growls, head tangling to the front. 

"Now you are getting it", you laugh, "that’s right, I am the worst and I am not done with you." 

You round him, grabbing his leaking cock. 

"Disgusting, you are leaking all over my floor." 

Bunny shivers and moans, throbbing in your gloved hand. 

"You see this?" you raise a little bullet vibrator into his vision. 

"No", he chokes out, fighting against the chains and shaking his head vigorously.

"Yes", you smirk behind your mask, "this is going on your cock." 

"You're fucking perverted", he plays the fearful shock so well that you halt for a moment just to make sure he was liking this. 

"How are you doing? Green?" 

"Of course, please I’m so into this."

"Just making sure." 

"That's alright. I'm good, don't worry." 

You smile although you know he can’t see it and twist your hand around his length. 

"Shit", he presses out, twitching into your palm. 

"Honestly you are not doing the best job in hiding how perverted you are yourself. You are basically fucking leaking like a bitch." 

"Yeah? That's biology, you think I’m into your twisted games?" 

You squeeze his cockhead, making him moan softly. Victory. 

"I think you are." 

He scoffs but has to moan a second later. Very convincing indeed. 

You begin strapping the vibrator to his cock, earning yourself angry growls from him. 

"You fucking psycho", he spits, fighting against the chains. 

"That's right", you lift the two remote controls in your fingers, "I am a psycho", you spit, pressing the on button on all of the vibrators currently strapped to his body. 

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Holy fuck!" Bunny yelps, lifting himself off the ground as his body convulses at the sensations. 

"Perfect. Now", you turn your back to him and strut to a chair. The pathetic moans and pleads for a pause you ignore skillfully. 

You turn the chair and sit down on it, turning off the vibrators. Bunny slacks, cock twitching uncontrollably. He whimpers. 

"You know Bunny, you are right. I am a pervert because I am going to use the view of your squirming bitch body to touch myself better and you can’t do anything against it other than scream for me."

And with that you turn the vibrators back on, hearing him scream up in painful pleasure. He throws his head back, cocking throbbing uncontrollably. 

"Perfect." 

You take your merry time to take off your panties and sit back down on your chair. Bunny is so close to his high once you do that he is only speaking in curses. 

You turn the vibrators off. 

"Fuck you!" he screams, tugging on the chains. 

"Careful, before I decide to stuff your mouth too and it's not going to be nice." 

He growls, grinding his teeth so harshly that it is making his mask move. 

"Perfect", you say and place your feet on the chair to part your legs. 

He tugs on the chains, eyes glued to your exposed pussy. You reach for the natural dildo and drag it through your folds. He tugs on his chains again.

"You want to have it, don’t you?" 

He nods his head vigorously. 

"Sadly you can’t", you sigh, burying the dildo inside of you with a loud moan. 

He grunts and groans, knees buckling at the view. You fuck yourself roughly, doing so with moaned laughs vibrating in your chest. You lift your hand almost tauntingly, revealing the remote control to his buttplug to him. 

"Don't", he chokes out, but you don’t listen, pressing the button and making him shake like crazy, "o-oh g-god."

You plan on keeping it turned on for a very long time. Needing his uncontrollable reactions to get off. He is so perfect when he is squirming just for you. 

"That's it, squirm for me", you spit, fucking the dildo into you to the hilt. You feel it shape your insides and you are loving it. 

"I'm cumming", he chokes out, stomach tensing. 

You don’t care that he is cumming, ruining your floor with his cum and squirming like crazy. On the contrary, now the fun has only begun. The moment his orgasm has ebbed down you turn on the vibrator on his cock, increasing the vibrations of those in his ass. 

"Holy shit, please don’t, fuck, holy fuck", he squeaks and sobs, writhing in the pain of overstimulation. 

"That's it, cry for me bitch", you moan, soiling the dildo with your juices.

"It's too much, I can’t do this", he moans, arms trying so hard to keep him upright. All he wants to do is curl into a little ball and pass out in pleasure. 

"Colour?" 

"Green." 

"Of course you can do this bitch, because I tell you so", you spit, "now fucking cum for me like the little cumslut you are." 

Bunny wails and tenses his every muscle. He orgasms with a guttural moan, squirting for you like the little cumslut he was. 

"Perfect!" you laugh, angling the dildo against your g-spot, "again." 

Bunny can’t stop himself, cumming all over vibrators a third time and he is staying silent whilst doing so, mouth agape as he forgets to breathe. 

"You are so perfect for me, so quiet and obedient", you praise him, turning off the vibrator on his cock for a moment. His prostate was still getting abused by the vibrations. 

"No more please", he pleads. 

"Yeah? You wanna give up now? Pathetic, you cum for me and then want to give up. You finally ready to submit to me?" 

"You monster." 

You laugh, "I know." 

And with that you turn on the bullet vibrator again, forcing him to take every second of his sweet torture. You keep fucking yourself senseless, using the view of his squirming and tangling body for your own fucked up pleasure. You force him over the edge six more times, each one of them made him scream and twitch as if electricity was coursing through his muscles. 

By the time his tenth orgasm was shaking him to the deepest parts of his core, he already had forgotten the ability to speak, blabbering incoherent nonsense while his poor cock barely squirted cum but still felt every burn of the orgasm. You came so hard in this moment, throwing your head back and moaning his name unapologetically loud. 

"Notagainpleasenoplease", he forces out, feeling his body convulse in his eleventh and last orgasm. 

You watch him, riding out your high. It is actually as if he was being electrocuted, he was shaking oh so much. 

Bunny sobs and convulses in overstimulation. 

"Yellow." 

You turn off the vibrators. 

"Are you doing alright?" 

"Yes, but I need a break please", he forces out, breathing raggedly. 

"Of course. Do you want me to take off the vibrators?" 

"Yes, I can’t take any more." 

"Of course, that is alright." 

You work quickly, freeing his sensitive cock of his torturously good restraints. 

"Oh that’s so good", he sighs. 

"The buttplug too?" 

He nods his head. 

You round him, staying in your role but treating him a lot gentler. 

"I'm impressed, boy. You kept all the lube inside." 

"Yeah cause you told me", he says, falling back into his role gladly. 

"Huh?" you chuckle victoriously, "does that mean you are finally ready to submit to me?" 

"Yes Mistress", he whispers, grinding his teeth. 

"Oh that’s perfect", you laugh and caress his buttocks, "now", you part them, "squeeze for me." 

Bunny squeezes, barely moving the plug. 

"More little bunny, I want it out." 

He grunts and squeezes, giving view to the beginning of the plug. It slips back in a second later. 

"More, make me proud." 

"Fuck Mistress", he grunts and squeezes the plug out. It slips out after an initial struggle, landing on your hand safely.

"Good boy now give me all that lube", you praise, drinking in the view of his hole pushing out all the lube. You chose the white creamy kind, making it look like his ass took one healthy cumshot. It was so perfect to watch.

Bunny grunts and squeezes one last time before he stops and moans softly. 

"You've done so well, now it's all on the floor with your cum. Look." 

Bunny looks down and moans. 

"Isn’t it so pretty?" 

"Yes Mistress, but so messy." 

"I know", you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his middle and squeezing your cheek against his sweaty back, "you're such a messy, little Bunny. What should I do with you?" 

Bunny rests back against you and sighs.

"I feel incredible, Mistress", he whispers. 

"Yeah? Let’s talk some more, but first I'll take off your chains", you let him know and strut to the lever. 

You turn to him. 

"Here it comes, get ready."

You let his arms down slowly, watching him intently in case his legs decide to give up on him. He keeps up straight, waiting for you with his wrist presented in front of his tummy. 

"Look at you behaving. Oh how wonderful", you praise, taking off the cuffs. 

Once freed Bunny falls to his knees immediately, resting his forehead on your feet. 

"I'm your bitch Mistress!" he exclaims, "thank you for ruining me!" 

"Dear god Bunny, you’re making me want to ruin you even more", you murmur before straightening your back and looking down at him. You clear your throat and speak, "finally you got your manners back. Now sit up." 

Bunny straightens up and sits down on his heels, gazing up at you. 

"Why don’t you let me clean you now?" 

He nods obediently. 

"Should I lick up the floor first?" he asks.

Your stomach tingles and if you weren’t stuck in a rancid sexclub room you would have taken him up on his offer, but you didn’t want him to get five different STDs from the floor. 

"No Bunny, I want you on the bed." 

"Yes Mistress!" 

He stumbles to his feet and hurries to the bed. You hand him a glass of water and a package of avocado sushi. 

"Drink and eat, it will do you good." 

"Yes Mistress!" he exclaims, taking off the lower half of his mask to drink and eat. 

You hurried in the bathroom to clean the toys while he was eating, not wanting the temptation of looking at his lips. You swore yourself not to and you are intending on keeping this promise. 

He was already wearing his mask again when you joined him, sitting on the bed with his hand resting on his thighs. 

"I did what you told me to do. Thank you for the sushi. It was really yummy." 

"I'm glad you liked it. Now look here, I'm gonna wipe you down and I also got you some ointment for your back." 

“Thank you Mistress!”

You chuckle at his loud exclamation, finding him beyond adorable.

You clean his body first, doing so tenderly. He is squirming with every touch, giggling shyly ever so often. It filled you with endorphins to hear him be so happy and giddy. It means that he really liked tonight’s session and for some unexplainable reason you were really happy about that. Bunny liked what you did. Bunny liked it. He liked it. Your heart is fluttering in your chest at that thought and fuck it's making you all confused again.

"There now you are all clean again", you say, petting his hair. 

"Thank you Mistress", says and gazes up at you. 

"Now, your back. Do you want cooling cream on it?" 

"Yes a little, please Mistress." 

"Very well", you say, getting on the bed and making yourself comfortable behind him.

You begin spreading the cooling cream on his bruised back, making him sigh contently.

"How is that? Is it painful?" 

He shakes his head.

"Oh, it's so nice. You touch me so well." 

"Do I?"

"Yes, you are literally the best." 

“You think so?”

He nods his head vigorously, “I had so much fun tonight. I’m gonna think about what we did until forever.”

“Gosh that’s so sweet of you”, you murmur, running your pointer finger down one of the bruises. Goosebumps rise on his skin and a soft shiver runs down his spine.

“I liked being your prisoner. Can we do it again someday?”

You smile. He is so adorable.

“Yes of course we can.”

“Awesome!” he laughs cutely, “I wanna try a spreader bar when we do and you have to blindfold me with one of those sacks abductors always use in the movies. You know the black ones?”

“Yes I know which one you mean.”

“And maybe you could use electricity on me too or wax or a needle roller”, you sighs and sacks his shoulders, “oh the possibilities are endless.”

You chuckle.

“They are Bunny”, you ruffle his hair, “but tonight I want you to rest.”

“Yes okay”, he relaxes his back, sloughing, “I love being with you so much Lucky.”

Your eyes flit to the back of his head, fingers stopping on his back. Your heart literally did a jump at his words. Holy fuck.

"Well thank you Bunny”, you clear your terribly dry throat, “w-what a compliment." 

"I mean it though. You make me happy and god knows I don't feel that often." 

You lower your eyes and stay silent. He sighs sadly.

"I don't know what to say", you confess. 

"That's alright. I just want you to know that I feel better when I’m with you." 

"Gosh Bunny, don’t say that." 

He hums and begins playing with his own fingers. You put on the rest of the cooling cream, touching his shoulders once you are done. 

"Should we do your arms and sides too?" 

He nods his head. 

"Lie down", you tell him, tugging him down by his shoulders.

He falls gladly, stretching his arms above his head. You sit down on his lap, hating the fact that he can’t see the fond smile you have for him. 

"Damn I scratched you good. Does it hurt a lot?" 

"No, it's manageable. I once had a girl scratch my back bloody. That was kinda too much, but your scratches feel alright." 

Again, you are pissed about the fact that he can’t see your smile. 

"I'm glad they are", you whisper and begin spreading the cooling cream on them. Down his arms until you reach his pits. He laughs softly when you touch them, holding his own wrist as he arches his back into you. 

"You have nice pits", you say, cringing internally for being so unapologetically thirsty for him. 

"I do?" he asks and chuckles. 

"Yeah I like it when men don’t shave them. You look hot like that." 

"I do?" he asks and melts under your compliment, "fun fact I actually shave like...everywhere, but I've been feeling so shitty lately that I have no energy for it." 

"Well as much as I hate you having to feel shitty, I thank it for giving me a glimpse of your body hair", you say because you know that Bunny will take it as a dark joke. 

He laughs and it makes you happy inside. 

"I'll keep that in mind then", he says in a chuckle before he falls silent, watching you work in an almost awed silence. 

You touch his sides, spreading the cream in soft rolls and tender swirls. It covers his torso in goosebumps and elicits a quiet sigh from him. 

Oh how you hate this moment. Not because it is uncomfortable but because it makes you feel so fucking good inside. You don’t feel like a prostitute taking care of her customer according to regulations right now, you feel like a woman taking care of her adorable sub and enjoying her time with him. And you don’t know if you are allowed to feel like this for a paying customer or if those feelings are slowly but surely crossing the line. 

"There", you rest your hands on his hips, realising once again how blurry the lines between business and enjoyment have become as you feel his naked thigh against your very naked core as his very naked cock was just mere inches away from her. It was so intimate and familiar and like something you wouldn’t do with any of your other customers. Why is he so different? Why does he make you break and bend your own rules each and every time?

"How, how are you feeling?" you ask him, clearing your terribly dry throat afterwards.

"Good", he says and by the way his eyes scrunch up behind the mask you know that he is smiling at you and it is making your heart flutter. 

Holy shit, you are losing yourself again. You hurry off his lap quickly and turn your back to him as you begin cleaning the table. You need a distraction before you end up doing something you will regret.

Bunny keeps on lying on the mattress and for a while a silence is present between you and him. That is until he breaks it to speak and you let him, because you were greedily hoping to get a glimpse of his voice again.

“You know, I was happy once", he begins, "really fucking happy. I thought I could grasp the universe”, he extends his arms and stares at his hands, “until I realised that my hands are even too small to keep myself afloat. How the hell should I grasp the universe then?”

“What happened?”

“I lost it, the happiness. I thought I would always have it, but I lost it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.”

“Well, I’m still sorry. It’s never nice to lose the reason for your happiness.”

“Did you lose it too?”

You look over your shoulder at his resting form, contemplating if you should tell him.

“What was your happiness?” you ask him instead.

Bunny sighs and looks at the ceiling.

“A woman. Beautiful, funny and so hardworking. She was two years older than me, always called me a brat and felt like heaven when I held her”, he says and laughs painfully, “fuck she was so amazing.”

“Did she die?”

“No. She got married off to another man and fell in love with him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Silence. You turn to take care of the chains. You know that he is waiting for you to speak. So you turn, grasping the chains tightly.

“I lost my brother.”

Bunny sits up on the bed.

“Drugdeal gone wrong. One stupid move and he found himself at the wrong end of the gun. The medics told me that it was instant, he didn’t feel a thing.”

“Fuck, that’s…I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Well, I’m still sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Mhm.”

You step closer to the bed.

“Did you love the woman?”

“Yeah, I think I did.”

“Did she love you?”

“Maybe, you know? We were never official. My older sister is married to her older brother. And the woman never wanted anyone from our families to know that we are fucking. You know the whole older sister-in-law fucks younger brother-in-law thing didn’t really sit right with her.”

“So you were basically her secret lover?”

“Secret lover”, he repeats the two words, “probably yeah.”

“Did you ever tell her how you wanted the relationship to go?”

“Tell her?” he sounds surprised.

“Yeah. That you wouldn’t have minded for it to be open, that the secrecy hurt you.”

“I never did, no.”

“Why?”

“Because…she always knew so much better than me. I didn’t wanna question her.”

“Well, she sounds like an egoistic bitch to me then.”

“No, don’t you dare call her that. You don’t know her like I do”, he spits, anger lacing his voice.

“Fine, I’m sorry I said that.”

Bunny sighs and looks back at the ceiling.

“It wasn’t her fault that she fell in love. The guy she got married off to is nice and caring and good-looking too. He treats her well, I know he does because my sister tells me so sometimes. I’m happy for her, she deserves to be happy”, Bunny sighs, “she’s not a bad person and she tried really hard to be gentle with me when we broke up, but…”

“But what?”

“Fuck when we ended it she told me that I deserve an epic love. A love that is so deep that I will be happy to wake up each day. But where is it?”

“You can’t rush those things. If you start looking for it, it will never come. Those things just…happen.”

“But I wanna rush them. I don’t wanna live this life anymore.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.”

“Bunny, tell me.”

“No.”

“Bunny…”

“I said no.”

“Please don’t close up now.”

Bunny sighs and lowers his head.

“I don’t wanna wake up. Each morning I wake up and…see and, and feel and live, I wanna fucking scream and rip my own eyes out.”

“So you wanna die?”

“Yes. No. No, I don’t wanna die. I just wanna, I don’t know. I just wanna…just wanna…fuck I just don’t wanna feel like shit anymore.”

“Is that why you drink?”

“No. No!” he turns to you and shakes his head, “no, I don’t drink.”

“Yeah you do, you always smell of alcohol.”

“I don’t drink.”

“Fine, then show me your hand.”

“What?”

“Show me your hand.”

“Why?”

“You don’t smell of booze tonight.”

“So?”

“Show me your hand.”

Bunny extends his hand. It is shaking like crazy.

“Fuck”, he presses out, hiding it under his thigh.

You sit next to him and pull his hand free to hold it. He squeezes it tightly.

“So, to repeat my question. Is that why you drink?”

“Yes, fuck I guess it is”, he chokes out, falling into himself, “fuck”, he chokes out and sobs.

"Lucky I don’t even wanna drink. It hurts so much when I do and, and I hate being drunk. I hate the taste and burn and having to throw up afterwards. I hate it so much, but I c-can't stop. Why am I doing this to myself?" 

"Well…" you reach out to pet his hair, "...your brain found a fucked up remedy for its pain. And it's the worst fucking thing ever."

Bunny falls into you, burying his face in your lap and sobs. 

"I don't wanna drink", he wails, "I don't wanna do this. I really don’t wanna do this." 

"Mhm I know", you whisper, smoothing out his hair. 

"I'm so embarrassed about it and, and I hate myself so much. I'm so ashamed, so ashamed." 

"I hear you." 

"And it hurts", he sobs, "it hurts me so much", he squeezes your thigh desperately, "it hurts so much." 

"I know Bunny", you breathe, blinking to get rid of your own tears.

"Please don’t be angry at me, please Lucky. You w-weren't supposed to find out. Please don't get angry." 

"I'm not angry at you." 

Bunny whimpers. 

"Sit up Bunny and look at me." 

He obeys. 

"Now listen", you take both his hands and draw closer, "I'm fucking grateful that you told me because I want you to share burdening shit like this with other people. Be it me or someone else." 

"They wouldn’t understand…" 

"Well I do. I truly fucking understand you Bunny and I hate that you have to go through this shit. But I am not angry at you for wanting to have an easy way out, do you hear me? And I want you to share your burden with me even if it's ugly and embarrassing." 

He nods his head and sniffles. 

"I don't know what to say", he whispers, "nobody else noticed my smell. It’s like I am screaming but they don’t even hear me."

"Bunny I hear you", you shake his hands as if you wanted to shake him awake, "and I thank you for telling me something you find so embarrassing, truly I don’t take such a confession for granted." 

He sniffles, "I'm gonna cry again", he chokes out.

"Don't", you cup his masked cheek and hate that you can’t feel his skin, “I’ll hug you, alright?”

He nods his head.

You know what to do. Get off the bed, turn the lights off, get back to the bed, blow out the candle and wait until both of you have taken off your masks.

You search for him in the darkness, finding him on the same spot you left him. You pull at his arm softly.

“Come now and rest for the night.”

Bunny lets you move him, collapsing on top of you the moment you and him have laid down. He hugs you back, letting you feel his warm skin and the tears on his cheeks.

“Thank you”, he chokes out.

“It’s alright”, you let him know, playing with his hair in hopes of calming him down.

“I’m serious. I can cry because of you.”

“That’s sad.”

“No, it’s good”, he squeezes you tightly and kisses your neck, “it's a good kind of cry because it's the type of cry you only do when you realise that a person understands you. It's the type of cry you do when you opened your soul to them. And you are scared and holding your breath, wondering how they might react. And then they look into your eyes and simply say "I understand you, your soul is safe with me". And you just can't help but cry again because it's been too long since someone actually understood you. It's that type of cry." 

“Well that’s….” you inhale loudly, “…that sounds like a good cry indeed.”

"So thank you", he whispers, "thank you for letting me cry."

[hailsatanacab]

I Like You, And I Love Him, We Could All Be The Best Kind Of Friends

(Here I am shamelessly asking for some everlasting trio content because this ship has a death grip on me. Yes this is from the In The Middle song by dodie what abaut it?)

I Like You, And I Love Him, We Could All Be The Best Kind Of Friends

Ahhhhh I've never really written nor read any everlasting trio before, so let's see how this goes 😅 I'm trying from Tucker's POV

-

Danny's confused.

Luckily, Tucker isn't.

Sam's a little in denial, but that's just because she's a goth and she's convinced herself that goths don't have mushy feelings like this. Sure, she likes them both, doesn't go a day without talking to them and she always goes quiet whenever they bring up colleges and the possibility of having to split up the group, but that's just normal! She doesn't need to look any closer at any of these feelings, because she's a goth and all she needs is darkness and misery and maybe like her combat boots or something.

Luckily, Tucker can see through Sam pretty well by now, too.

He's never really thought of himself as the emotional center of the group, that's always been Danny in his mind. Danny's more empathetic, more protective of others—which only increased ever since he became Phantom (which Tucker is not at all jealous about, not any more, no thank you)—but these days...

These days, Tucker is having some doubts about where the real emotional maturity lies.

For all that he loves him (and he really does love him), Danny can be dense.

We're talking Grandma's chocolate cake levels of dense where it's a struggle to swallow around it, but it's sweet and tastes so much of home and comfort that you can't help but crave it constantly.

It's all:

"Aw, thanks bro, yeah, I love you too!"

"Yeah, you’re right, we would make a good couple! Bromance for the ages!"

"Yes, Tucker, you're dead gorgeous, too, now throw me the thermos!"

It's enough to make Tucker despair.

And if anything, Sam's worse!

The second you try to bring up feelings with her at all, she's making a snarky comment with her arms crossed and her nose up in the air. If she's in a particularly bad mood, she'll steal his beret and run off which happens so much that Tucker's taken to carrying a spare with him. There's no way you're going to make him run.

With Sam, it's more:

"The only thing I'm going to crush is you, Tucker!"

"Like-like? Tucker, I barely like anyone, let alone like-like."

"No, Tuck, it didn't hurt when I fell from Heaven—but I did chip a fingernail when I crawled my way up from Hell just to kick your ass, come here!"

So, talks are going well.

Who would have thought, who could have ever fucking dreamed that it would be Dash "Dumb as a Bag of Rocks and Just as Mean" Baxter to actually get the ball rolling?

There they are, sitting at their lunch table, Tucker with his head in his hands after another failed attempt while Sam and Danny argue over the best MAY song (it's 'My Parents Reek', but he doesn't have the strength to even begin with how they're wrong), when Dash passes by with Kwan in tow.

"Trouble in paradise? Guess even freaks of a feather don't stay together! You should kiss and make up, no one else is ever going to do it—not with your ugly face, Fen-toenail!" They walk away without waiting for an answer, their laughter echoing through the hall, and honestly that's about the best it could have gone. No one got hurt and Tucker can work with this!

"What a jerk, as if we're the ones that are going to end up alone," Sam scowls at his back.

"That's what I've been trying to say!" Tucker exclaims, throwing his hands in the air because he's kind of losing it right now, there are only so many hints one man can drop! "I like you, and I like him. You like him and I'm pretty sure you like me. Danny—"

"I like you both!"

Tucker sighs and puts his head back in his hands. It was too much to hope for. Poor, sweet, chocolate-y Danny.

"Danny, I like-like you..." His voice is muffled by his hands but that's fine, it’s not like this is going to get through to him anyhow. "You know, romantic styles."

"Oh... uh, romantic styles? I mean, I, uh..." Danny's face is beet red and he's rubbing the back of his neck like he always does when he's embarrassed. It would be cute if this wasn't the farthest Tucker's gotten in his confession for months. "Yeah, uh, tee moo. No, I mean, me too. Romantic styles, I mean... yeah. Both... of you. Too."

They both turn to look at Sam, who appears to have stopped working.

Her eyes are wide and the tofu wrap she's been eating slowly unravels and drips that gross tofu water down her arm.

Tucker knows it's love because he doesn't even mind that it's tofu. (Well, he does, but just a little bit, it's tofu! Have some integrity!)

The first thing that Sam whispers doesn’t fill him with confidence. "But you have such bad taste... You think 'Teachers Suck but the Government Sucks More' is the better MAY song, when it's obviously 'Screw Rent Screw Taxes (SEOBC)'."

Tucker wouldn't have put money on Danny being the first to fully understand his feelings, but he probably should have seen this coming.

"And you," she says, turning to Tucker, "eat meat and wear berets."

His gasp is as shocked and scandalised as those old ladies in the British costume shows his mom watches. "How dare you!Berets are classy and timeless and I will hear nothing against them. It's okay baby," he plucks the beret off his head to coo to it, "she didn't mean it, I promise."

"I can't believe I like you, too. Both of you." She sighs and fixes her wrap, licking up the tofu juice. "And your beret."

[acaiasahi]

୨✩୧ ۫ 🍞𓈒 ⭒ ݁ . TNX REACTS! the one where you confess to them

SYNOPSIS: the new six's reaction to you confessing your feelings for them.

INFO: fluff, nonidol!tnx x gn!reader, 969 words

WARNINGS: profanity, jokes, let me know if there are any! grammatical + structural errors, lowercase + smaller text intended, proofread-ish!

NOW PLAYING ✧ BEAUTIFUL.

WOO KYUNGJUN! — 우경준.

✩ three words: awkward as fuck.

✩ you don't take it the wrong way if he's silent, i mean that was one of the many reasons as to why you started liking him.

✩ it's not like he doesn't like you back, bc trust me... he definitely does, but he just doesn't know how to react.

✩ when you confess, you're kinda walking around the subject until you finally say something and that's when kyungjun reacts.

✩ cuts you off just to ask, "wait... you like me?!" and you kinda give him the deadpan face that says 'bro wtf i literally just said that i like you... wtf are you even on?'

✩ you have to verbally say it one more time bc he thinks he's dreaming but when you laugh at his wide eyes and dropped jaw... bro is on the floor crying with snot bubbles bc he thinks you're absolutely breathtaking.

✩ "i really like you, kyungjun. can you say something?", "are you free anytime soon?" :3

CHOI TAEHUN! — 최태훈.

✩ acts like a fool bc he's overwhelmed at the fact that you like him.

✩ def tries his hardest to keep his cool n look all swag for you but his emotions take over and can't help but smile upon hearing you confess to him.

✩ fr tones you out for a sec when you're still confessing and straight up rambling... and it kinda makes you sad bc... hello? earth to taehun?

✩ takes him a solid minute to realize that he's just staring at you and not saying anything so he tries to speak up but then...

✩ "y'know it's all good if you don't feel the same, i just needed to get it off my chest!" yeah... you said that with literal tears threatening to fall but crying is for the mf WEAK (just playin bc i cry like a damn faucet...)

✩ kinda just stands there bc he swears that if he makes any sudden movements, you're set to be running for the hills (... erm... okay...) but he ultimately speaks up.

✩ "nonono! i like you too, y/n. like... a lot!" was it as swag as he wanted to be... no... but did your smiling face and twinkling eyes looking up at him make him feel like the swaggiest? hell yeah bro!

JANG HYUNSOO! — 장현수.

✩ loud as fuck bro... literally running laps around you, arms flailing, tears streaming down... homie hitting a victory lap rn!!!

✩ kinda catches you off guard bc... erm... where are you going?

✩ it's obvious that he likes you back but you wanna hear it from him to just confirm.

✩ so when he comes back to you, literally out of breath with sweat dripping (fr dawg?? 😕), you quickly ask him if he likes you back.

✩ "so erm... do you... y'know...???", "what... like you back??? i thought i made it obvious??!??"

✩ "you literally ran around the whole school before i could even confess... so idk... you tell me bro"

✩ "i liTERALLT AM IN LOVE WITH YOU WHAT ARE YOU TALKINF ABOUT???!?!?"

✩ two idiots confessing their idiotic love for one another!!

CHEON JUNHYEOK! — 천준혁.

✩ super duper shy n doesn't know how to react at all.

✩ "o-oh, thanks, i guess?" is his response... out of all responses that you would say to your crush... that's the one he chose. smh.

✩ cue sad y/n... (i'm sorry for his stupidity) "ah, okay, sorry." and you walk away.

✩ takes junhyeok a good 24 hours to realize the damage he'd done especially when he noticed that you had been avoiding him the whole day.

✩ simply put: he fucked up big time and made it seem like he didn't like you back.

✩ literally had to corner you after school like some spy to finally get you to talk to him.

✩ is quick to explain everything that went through his brain when you had confessed. "y/n i really like you too, y-you just caught me off guard! and i'm so sorry i didn't say anything to you... you're just like super pretty so i don't really know how to function around you! and —"

✩ you have to kiss him to shut him up but hey! it works!

EUN-HWI! — 은휘.

✩ literally has no clue wtf is going on but is there for the ride!

✩ kinda just sits there, listening attentively and when the words, "i like you" come out... he's literally like ^0^?!?!?!!

✩ lots of "woah... really?" and dropped jaws but from your pov... he looks so cute, kinda like a kid at the aquarium, he's in awe staring at you.

✩ you get straight to the point after your confession, "so... d'ya like me back, hwi?" you fr used your big, glossy, sparkly, puppy dog eyes and got his ass wrapped around your finger more than he was before!

✩ "what kinda question is that? OFC I LIKE YOU?!???"

✩ both of you get super shy and kinda just stare at each other until he musters up all the courage in the world and grabs your hand, leaving school to walk you home even though he lives the opposite way... omg how cute </3

OH SUNGJUN! — 오성준.

✩ so cocky yet so... shy... how does he do it!!!

✩ is over the moon and multiple planets at the fact that you're literally confessing to him rn.

✩ probs the most normal-ish out of all the boys.

✩ likes the fact that he can make you blush with his words on the daily but the roles are reversed when you confess to him.

✩ blushing for absolute DAYS on end!

✩ lowkey thinking and planning of all the possible ways to take you out as soon as the words "i like you" come out.

✩ my boy's on a roll and literally suggests going out after school, probs to a café or of that same idea.

✩ uses corny lines like "did you fall when you came from heaven", or "are you a parking ticket? bc you got fine written all over you"

✩ two corny love-birds <3

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━ jaydi's notes! ୨✩୧ ۫ 📓𓈒 ⭒ ݁ . super busy n all that but hope this is good. see y'all till my next fic haha

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[erodasfishtacos]

do you think MLB h would be at the all star game @ coors field rn looking fine as hell 👀

umm yes. last one of the night. i like this one 😌

—

When they announce his name in the stadium of nearly 100,000 people, he strides up to the stage with a cocky smile and unbothered strut.

He stands up there with them as they introduce all eight, give them a fist bump as they’re all a little nervous to play against one of the most arguable best players in history.

For the first round, Harry has a wide, arrogant smirk as he hits home run after home run until the buzzer is ringing.

He knocked the first person out 27 to 19. Easy as fucking cake.

There’s a cute moment when they break so the other players can set up for their turn and the cameras focus on YN and the kids.

YN and all the kids are in matching jerseys for their dad. Easton and Cash, of course, are making funny faces at the camera. Ezra nuzzles his face shyly into his mother’s side to hide. Briar is just relaxing a sling on her mum’s chest.

The announcer echoes through the stadium, “In the audience, we have recording-breaking Harry Styles’ family tonight. Three boys and a fairly new baby girl.”

The second announcer chimes in, “Yeah, I don’t know if the crowd knows this but he’s been with his wife since sophomore year of college, pre-major leagues.”

“Worked out well for her, huh? I gotta say that those three boys look like little clones of their father,” The one chuckles as Easton and Cash dance around as Ezra continues to hide.

“I agree, hopefully they can play like him too,” The other adds.

Nobody in the crowd misses how Harry’s eyes twinkle as he looks at the mega screen while his family is displayed.

A interviewer with a microphone steps over to the family, she puts the object down at the kids level, “Are you guys excited to see your dad play?”

Easton puts his mouth much too close, YN pulls him back a bit, “Yeah, he’s gonna win ‘cause he’s the best out there!”

Cash squeezes in next to him, “He’s gonna kick ass!”

YN smacks her hand against her forehead with embarrassment as Harry barks out a loud laugh on the field - watching so fucking fondly.

Easton sneaks back in, “He’s not suppose to say that!”

The crowd is cracking up, the woman pushes the mic towards Ezra who is eyeing it up curiously, hesitantly he leans forward and squeals, “I love my daddy.”

The whole stadium erupts in laughs and coos at how cute the little one is.

Harry is holding back a laugh as he blows them a few kisses, god - his babies were fucking perfect.

The second round is just as good for Styles which really shouldn’t be a surprise, everyone knew he had this competition in the bag.

Afterwards, he points up at his wife, and mouths, “this is all for you, mama.”

And like…how does every girl not fall for this man?

Well they do and they are green with envy of YN.

After the buzzer rings on the third round and the crowd explodes with cheers and claps of Harry’s victory.

Well, he just keeps the cocky ass smile like he knew he was going to win the whole time and when the first interviewer chases up to him, he gives an answer as such.

“Harry! How do you feel about winning The Homerun Derby?” He presses a mic into close to his face.

With a shit-eating grin, he shrugs and lazily says, “S’not really a surprise I won, y’know?”

And that’s also why some many people hate him.

“Do you see yourself coming back next year to play again?”

“I totally would as long as the other players coming in are okay with losing,” Harry flashes him a confident squint before a small human then another are nearly toppling him over.

Little chants of ‘Daddy!’ as Easton and Cash tug as his baseball pants, he squat down, “Y’have fun watching, my loves?”

“Did you win?” Cash shouts excitedly, having no idea of what actually was going on as he looks around with wide eyes.

Then there is another squeak of, “Daddy! Missed you!”

Ezra is motioning for his father to pick him up.

Harry chuckles with adoration, scooping his son up onto his hip, “Hi, my lil’ lovebug. Y’like watchin’ daddy play?”

He nods, laying his head on his father’s shoulder, and YN appears with a drowsy Briar, safe and warm in the soft sling.

“Good job, baby-“

“Oi! Get your fuckin’ cameras out of my kid’s faces!” Harry bellows angrily when a photographer gets too close to Easton and Cash.

“Just taking some pictures, bro,” The guy mumbles with embarrassment before backing up.

“And I said to back the fuck away from my children, bro,” He repeats firmly, bring his boys closer to his body.

Briar is blinking curiously up at her father, he can’t help but lean forward and coos, “Hi, m’gorgeous girl.”

She smiles a toothless grin up at him and he is instantly taking the carrier from YN, and slipping the sling over his own chest.

It’s quite comical to see Harry Styles - best player in the league, winner of the derby - toting a infant around in a polka sling as he talks to interviewers.

When he gets sick of the questions, he shrugs and says, “M’sorry guys, the baby say she’s done with interviews for the night.”

Then he just trots off.

When he finally has a moment with his wife, she presses a soft kiss to his lips, “I am so so proud of you, baby.”

He steals a few more slow ones, smiling against her lips when he feels Briar tugging at a button on his jersey, “S’all to impress you, mama.”

“I’m impressed. Best baseball player, best husband, best dad…” she trails off sweetly, rubbing a bit of dirt from his cheek.

“Don’t make me get emotional,” He laughs with a few watery tears welling in his eyes as he quickly scrubs them away.

“I love you,” She murmurs, eyes sincere and devoted.

“I love you more than anythin’,” Harry tells her seriously, “None of this means anything without you, mama.”

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Gossip Guy podcast with Willem De Schryver

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYjtRYOGS00

translated by @jackfrostsander @bruisingknees @lblogss @yousmina and me :)

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E: I do have another present for you.

W: Oei oei oei, presents.

E: I do that every week. I give something to my guest of the week.

W: Oei oei oei. Do I slide it?

E: Here in the front is a flap that you have to fold upwards…

[Intro]

E: Wassup people, welcome to a new episode of the Gossip Guy podcast. My name is Ender Scholtens and today I’m here with Willem De Schryver. Everything ok?

W: Sure sure (In Dutch sure is used as a confirmation to a question).

E: Is this your first podcast?

W: Yes, this is my first podcast.

E: Stress?

W: No, it will be fine, right? Relaxed.

E: I don’t know… (laughing). For the people who don’t recognize you, from where could they know you?

W: Hmmm, probably from the youth series WTFOCK where, in the third season, I play the role of Sander.

E: And we are allowed to talk about it in this podcast.

W: Yeah I also heard that. Yes, it’s over.

E: Was it a difficult chapter of your life to close?

W: Yes, I still clearly remember the last moment… Like really the last last scene at the sea… That was an emotional moment because you went through a lot as a group, you did a lot together, and emotional scenes, intimate scenes. But yes, I think, if I speak for the whole group that it was a goodbye to the series but not a goodbye from each other. We still keep in contact. Mainly through WhatsApp.

E: Yeah, the end of the series was beautiful. I sat next to my girlfriend when it just came online. Because there were a few scenes that we hadn’t seen yet and we were just watching them… And we refreshed and the last episode was online… The last piece was online… So, I thought… I really cried… It caused quite some emotions.

W: For many people… Also under the cast and even the extras that were present for that last scene… Even among them. I can remember that they got emotional because it really was over over. I think that we, WTFOCK, have been able to impact a lot of young people in Belgium. So, it’s beautiful… We closed it beautifully…

E: I don’t doubt that. I really liked the end. What is your favorite memory from your whole WTFOCK experience?

W: Hoh, hmmm. Do I have to choose one? Difficult to choose one… I think that the most enjoyable moments… At the end of each series… Almost… We were at the sea or in the Ardennes, as a group, for a vacation. Away together. And those moments… Away with the whole cast and crew… Being away for a whole weekend. And in the evening, talking late into the night and that creates a special connection and I think that, in general, was the most enjoyable… Yes, it affects me… You share, as a young person, a common dream or something we want to realize as an actor to succeed and everyone who works so hard for that… That’s nice to see.

E: I recently talked to Veerle and I know that if she sees Nora, like somewhere, say at a party… Then they stay together for the whole evening… Do you have that? With who did you have the best connection throughout that whole experience?

W: Yes…

E: That doesn’t mean that the rest is not chill or so…

W: No the rest is all stupid… There’s only one person… I hate you all! (joking) No! Yes, hmmm, I think that I definitely have the best connection with Willem. Just because we have been through a lot… I always compare the WTFOCK crew a bit to my own friend group, aside from the cast. I mean, I know to whom I can go for what. I know I can go to some if I feel sad, to talk and I know who I can go to to have a laugh. And who I can go to to have a general chat. And everyone has their qualities or like their own aura around them… Where I love to hang around. So, it differs from person to person. So, it’s hard to choose one person but Willem then in the sense that, if you jump naked together in a swimming pool and if you have intimate scenes together… That creates a connection, of course. So, yes, if I have to choose one person…

E: Is there a barrier that you have to overcome to play such scenes? Because they are very intimate, indeed. And I, personally, couldn’t imagine… I can’t act… But, to empathize with a role… To play such scenes… Is that difficult for you?

W: Huh, yes, that’s a question I get often. I mean like… Yeah and you have to empathize with that character… But yes, you step into that project with a certain professionalism and you say “okay, we are going to create a story and bring it to the public with certain values and that we want to tell something and show something” …So, yes, you don’t really think about it. So, it’s not like I thought “Ooooo, I am kissing with a boy but I am interested in girls”. That was not a problem for me because it really is about telling the story and making that together and if the story requires that then you just completely go for it.

E: That’s cool. What are your future acting ambitions? You now have played in a series, is that something you want to do more in the future or do you like theatre more or movie or…

W: I find it difficult to choose between theatre and film, for example. After WTFOCK I played in Déjà Vu, which you can see on Streamz and later this year on Channel 4… And I study theatre at KASK. And I notice the difference, due to the recordings, I am really in the field and I am busy and I work, while at school I learn new things about theatre… So, in my opinion I have more experience in television work because I actually have done projects for that and I haven’t yet for theatre, which is still school and learning. So, I think it’s currently hard to choose but I think, maybe it’s a cliché answer, but the combination is maybe ideal, of course. But I am still exploring and I will see how it goes…

7:02

E: What is your favorite food?

W: My favorite food?

E: Yes.

W: Hmmmm, in the past I was really a basic guy… Like spaghetti bolognese or so… But now, generally after my exams, I go to a restaurant with my grandma. She always buys. That’s always amazing. I am a fan. And I always take steak tartare with fries. That remains a bit of a guilty pleasure.

E: How long, do you think, would it take you to eat five full plates of spaghetti bolognese?

W: Hoh, hmmm. The thing is, my stomach is rather small…

E: Small?

W: I think that I would have to schedule in… Okay, after a certain time I would have to throw up and then eating further…

E: You’re allowed to take a break. You’re allowed to say… Okay, I take a few days…

W: No, no, not that…

E: You’re going to do it in a day?

W: Look, two plates… Three if I really push…

E: You get preparation time so you know like a week before… So, you can like…

W: Train yourself?

E: Yes, train…

W: Hoh, alee say about four hours…

E: Four hours?! Five plates, he? Like five really big plates…

W: Yeah but yeah, four minutes… I am exaggerating… Let’s say a day… In a day five plates…

E: Ok, that should work. Then you basically have every meal… Breakfast… Lunch… Dinner… and in between… pasta…

W: Pasta as breakfast…

E: One day should definitely be feasible.

W: Yes, indeed.

8:49

E: What is, according to you, the reason you were placed on this planet?

W: Fuck (laughs).

E: Existential crisis, okay? Have you never thought about what the purpose of life is and what…

W: Yes, certainly… Hmmm, I'm someone who worries a lot. When I'm in bed in the evening I start to think about questions like that and then I think “what am I doing? Willem… where do I want to go to and…” Hmmm, why was I put on this planet? Hmmmm… (speechless followed by laughing). This is really bad… It’s like I don’t value myself…

E: Noooo, but I didn’t expect a deep philosophical answer. Well, if you had one… really good but…

W: Okay I’m going to think about my philosophical answer… but no. If you want… No! Yes, now I'm really going to sound philosophical but… (crosstalk) Everyone who is on earth has a certain reason to be here and everyone… I for example have that… I really feel that… I never liked going to school. Especially, in lower and high school. I… I actually, on purpose, put my fingers in my throat in the morning to throw up…

E: Wow, that’s heavy…

W: And then going downstairs to say “papa I’m ill, can I stay home?” I don’t know why but that whole system… Sitting behind a desk all day… And those classes… that was not for me. And then I discovered my passion for acting and discovered that it really suited me. And that’s the thing… A lot of people often ask me like “how did you start?” and “I also would like to do that and where do I start and I have been rejected does that mean I am not good enough?” but I think that sometimes you shouldn’t rush to find your passion. It can take longer then you would like it to take. I think that if you too intensively search for "what am I good at?" and “I have to find something that I am good at” and… For me that’s happened unexpectedly. I did take acting classes on Wednesday afternoons after school and I kind of got into it like that… I think it differs for everyone and that everyone has their own purpose here on earth.

E: And would you say your purpose is acting?

W: Yeah…

E: There isn’t a right answer but how does it feel for you at the moment? Is that the thing you love doing the most or do you see yourself doing for a long time?

W: The thing is… I’m a person who gets tired of things very quickly. I’ve had a lot of hobbies.

E: So maybe next week you want to garden or something?

W: No, no I wouldn’t say that. No the thing is, with acting that isn’t the case. Since I was twelve… well first on amateur level…

E: How old are you now?

W: 19.

E: Oh wow I thought you were my age. 19… damn bro you’re three years younger than me.

W: 2001 represent.

E: That’s literally… you’re the same age as my brother! What the shit. Alright, no okay.

W: In November so almost 2002. I’m really a latecomer.

E: What?! You look like you’re the same age as me and everything.

12:14

W: But that’s honestly – thank you for saying that! I always used to be the “little guy.” None of the girls wanted to be with me cause they just thought I was cute.

E: I see.

W: And they came to me to talk about their love lives.

E: Oh, okay.

W: So I was always that guy who was like: “I’m in love with you.” “Oh, how cute! You’re so cute!” So I was always like: “Okay then, I’m never going to find anyone, I’m always going to stay… short. I’ll be all alone.” And then all of a sudden I –

E: Do you think height matters in regard to your chances with certain… people?

W: At this age I don’t think it does anymore, but I do think that – I think at – I just remember in high school that the romantic idea of what love was supposed to look like was very: a boy and a girl, and the boy has to be taller and stronger and bigger than the girl. But I think that now it’s more… I mean, at my age I’m convinced it’s more fluid than that, and it doesn’t have to be that way. So it doesn’t have to be an issue anymore.

E: But still, when you go on Twitter, short guys are still –

W: Yeah.

E: Totally annihilated.

W: I have notice – I have noticed – Yeah, it’s still… It’s still this… general thing that people get stuck on. Like: “Oh, a short dude. That’s not okay.” Or whatever.

E: Or like the guy has to be taller. But no, we’re – we’re – not… not all relationships… we’re really generalizing here. But I get what you mean.

W: Yeah.

E: No, it’s – I do think it’s still important. I think that when you’re, and this is really harsh, but that a lot of people look at you differently when you’re taller. I have this dude in my friend group, Louis Ledegen, and he’s close to 2 meters tall, and just some girls look at him and they just think that’s so… attractive or whatever. And I just can’t even imagine.

W: I don’t get that either.

E: That that makes them go like: “Wow!”

W: I was in the train just now and this dude walked by me and he was honestly like 2 meters tall and I was just thinking: “When you’re that tall, and you’re with…” I mean, the girl almost has to get on a stepping stool to reach him for a kiss! And girls are like – I mean, I’ve heard before that girls think it’s attractive when a man is really tall.

E: Yeah.

W: And yeah, I don’t know… I don’t totally get it.

E: No.

W: Maybe it’s cause I’m not that tall myself, that I’m like trying to protect myself and be all: “That’s not necessary!”

E: Yeah! If anybody knows the answer, do we, being shorter guys, have less of a chance?

W: Let us know, please.

14:53

E: Please let us know! We need some answers! Now in the show, wtFOCK, your hair’s a different color.

W: Yeah.

E: Yeah. Is that something… So that was actually – it wasn’t really blonde?

W: It was completely bleached.

E: Bleached.

W: It was more to the… But the thing is that they had to do it twice, cause the first time… I got there, for the first table read with the director and Willem [Herbots] and they were like: “Hey, Willem. We wanted to ask you something. We’d like to bleach your hair for the role.”

E: Yeah.

W: And I was like: “… Okay.”

E: Okay.

W: “And why?” No. “Just for the character and stuff.” So I was like: “Okay. That’s fine.” The thing is I had to be at the hairdresser for 4 hours for this.

E: Oh wow, heavy.

W: It was like this and this product, and it had to sit for a long time. It had to be bleached all over. And I got out of there the first time and I was completely yellow – but yellow like an egg.

E: Oh, shit!

W: And I… My mom dropped me off, and I texted her: “I’m done, will you come get me?” And I saw my mom approach and she just passed me by.

E: Oh wow.

W: She didn’t – she almost didn’t recognize me anymore. Like halfway - she was like – and then she was like: “Oh! Willem!” Like she hadn’t seen –

E: Oh shit.

W: That it was me. That I looked completely different. And then I arrived for another table read and Tom [Goris – director] was like: “Yeah… We’re not gonna go this route… This is too yellow.” So then I spent another 4 hours at the hairdresser. After that I had to be there for four hours almost every month. I did think it was cool to have bleached hair, but… You have to be at the hairdresser for so long, so that really wasn’t… my thing. I mean, I had some really cool moments with Mitch [Fabry – hair & make up wtFOCK]. Thanks, Mitch.

E: Would you ever dye your hair again?

W: Uhm.

E: Maybe another color?

W: Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m quite happy with my hair color, actually, I don’t know.

E: Alright.

W: Now it’s also like… Everyone always asks me: “So this is your natural hair color?”

E: Yeah.

W: And then I have to tell them: “Yeah.” And it’s like: “Oh, okay!” It’s this switch. But no, I’m happy with my hair. It’s fine.

17:03

E: I can also tell that you’ve got an earring? You can’t really tell on camera, but –

W: I’ll come a little closer [to the camera]. Yeah, I only got it recently, four weeks or something.

E: Yeah. Was it an impulsive, drunken decision, or something you wanted… for some time?

W: I’ve wanted it for a long time, but I was a little anxious about it like: “It’s not gonna look good on me,” and then after a while, a couple of months ago, I was like: “Fuck it, I’m just gonna do it.” And if it didn’t look good I could still just take it out, so it doesn’t really matter. But all in all I was pretty happy with it. My father, my parents – my mom: “Oh, so nice!!” And it was like – at first they give you a stud and then after four weeks you can change it to a hoop. And I really wanted a hoop, and I even asked the people in the (piercing) shop: “Can’t I please just get a hoop straight away?” And they were like: “No, sorry, it doesn’t work like that. For hygiene reasons that’s not okay.”

E: Okay.

W: But okay, so I had to wait four weeks and then eventually I could change it to the golden hoop. So I get home and the first thing my father said was: “Wow, you look like a douchebag.” That was the first thing out of his mouth, that I looked like a douchebag.

E: Is that the look you were going for?

W: No, not at all! Not at all!

E: I think it looks cool.

W: Thanks.

E: Cause a little while ago I wanted one, and so I put on my girlfriend’s earring – because even if your ear isn’t pierced it sticks a little –

W: Yeah.

E: And so I just put it on there for a day or something, and then I was like: “Okay, that’s quite enough.” I don’t know if I’d want it for longer than that. Recently I’ve been getting into rings and stuff though.

W: I wore rings for a long time, but I don’t have any anymore. I actually want – I like them too. But I have to –

18:47

E: If I’d known, I would’ve brought you a gift!

W: Go shopping. Goddamn!

E: I did bring you another gift though!

W: Another gift? Oei oei oei, gifts!

E: This is something I do every week,  I give my guest of the week something.

W: Oei oei oei. 

E: It’s just…

W: Do I just slide it –

E: There’s a little hatch over here, that you have to lift, and then you can just lift it like that. There we go.

W: There we go.

E: White hairspray.

W: If I’d want to go back to – there we have it. Too good.

E: It can be washed out really easily as well. So this way you don’t have to be at the hairdresser for like four hours. And then when you’re sick of it, you can just get rid of it again!

W: That was the thing… Thank you, by the way.

E: You’re very welcome.

W: Now I can go back – Now I can go back to my past life. No, that was the thing as well. People who – people who - after wtFOCK came online, people really recognized me with the white hair. I mean, it’s pretty noticeable, when I’m walking through Ghent station – if someone with bleached hair. I mean, if you watch the show, I can imagine that when you see someone with bleached hair, you immediately connect the two and think: “Oh, that could be him.” And then you run in to some people who ask for pictures. After that my hair was really short, cause the people from Déja-Vu were like: “We’re not gonna do this, just go back to your natural hair color.” So I cut it all off, and there was this time where… nobody came to talk to me anymore. I was able to just be myself again. It was as if – looking back on it, it was actually really nice that for wtFOCK I was able to completely get into a different character with different hair. And the first time I got rid of the hair I really noticed that was no longer being associated with the character.

E: Hannah Montana vibes! Your hair changes color and nobody knows who you are anymore.

W: “Who are you?”

E: “Who the fuck are you?!”

W: “Does anybody want to take pictures with me? It’s me! It’s me! I swear!”

E: “I’m that dude from wtFOCK! I’m that dude from wtFOCK!”

W: So if people don’t recognize me anymore I can just… *pshhht* in the morning.

E: Exactly! If you want to take some more pictures, you can just…

W: No, no. That’s fine. No, yeah.

E: It’s kind of crazy, actually. Because, honestly? The very first time I saw a flash of you, with this hair color, I also thought: “I recognize you from somewhere…” But I think I’d already gotten in contact with you through social [media] and I didn’t put two and two together that you…

W: Yeah.

E: “Aaah!”

W: “Aaah! You’re that guy!”

E: Yeah, so…

W: But that’s the whole thing. If someone recognizes me, which doesn’t happen that often by the way, it’s always – I think it’s funny to be like: “No, that’s not me.”

E: No.

W: People really start doubting themselves, it’s very: “Uhm, can I ask you a question? Are you that guy from wtFock?” “Me? No.”

E: “No!”

W: “That’s not me.” And people will often be like: “Oh? What? But I recognize you…” That doubt on their faces is pretty funny but yeah, then I tell them it’s me.

E: Just the reaction of someone being like: “Huh, do I know you from somewhere?” “Do you watch porn?”

W: The confrontation.

E: “Oh… qmdkjg.” And it’d be even better if the parents were right there as well. “Argh!”

W: “Yes, Jürgen, care to explain yourself, young man?”

E: No, it’s just funny to joke about. But you’ve never – Do you just get: “Hey, are you that guy from wtFOCK?” Or have people also asked you: “Do I know you from somewhere?” Or: “What do I know you from?”

W: Yeah, it depends. The thing is – I go to school in Ghent and when the [popular place where college students go out] was still open before Covid-19, not that I went there often because I didn’t really like it there –

E: No.

W: - in the sense that the combination of young people who –

E: Watch wtFOCK.

W: - watch wtFOCK and alcohol – and people who’ve had alcohol to drink –

E: And are horny?

W: - their limits or boundaries are just gone. “Oh my god!!! You’re that dude from wtFOCK!! Can I kiss you??” Things like that!

E: Oh, fuck!

W: And I was really like: “Okay…?” I’m just a regular dude and I’m trying – and I actually thought it was less annoying for myself, but I thought it was more disruptive for my friends. Like even when we were just walking down the street, we got recognized a couple of times, and I was just like: I just want to have fun with my friends, and not have to spend too much time thinking. That’s another thing I was subconsciously thinking about. Imagine I drink way too much.

E: Yeah.

W: And I end up in the gutter somewhere, and people start filming that… So yeah, that made… So because of that I spent more time in friends’ dorm rooms just having dorm parties.

E: And since your bleached hair is gone, have you gone to a party?

W: When my bleached hair was gone corona was already a thing so I haven’t been able to enjoy it. But it’s starting to come back [the parties] so that’s nice. I’m looking forward to… tomorrow I’m going-

E: Are you going as well?

W: Are you going to Plein Air by Fuse?

E: Tomorrow I’m going to Jaimie Lee who-

W: …Is going to DJ at three festivals.

E: Yeah at three festivals and I will be backstage I guess.

W: Okay.

E: One of those festivals?

W: Yeah I don’t know. I have tickets for Fuse Open Air in Brussels.

24:19

E: I honestly have no idea where I’m going. Anyway, I’m excited. And I always asked, what’s the first event you went to ever since it’s allowed? Did you go to We Can Dance festival?

W: No I was studying.

E: Was today your last exam or yesterday?

W: Yesterday was my last exam in the morning. I was stressing so much, because I thought I would fail, but eventually I think it went relatively well. If you’re watching professors, let me pass please. No I think it went well.

E: Are you someone who is stress resistant?

W: Uhh no.

E: No?

W: I let it take over my body.

E: You get physically unwell?

W: I will be laying in bed and I’m tossing and turning and sweating. And I think about how I’m not gonna pass tomorrow. And the combination with my worries is really not good. It makes me stay up really late. The thing is with stress resistant, I for example made my own play at high school about a kid with divorced parents for my final work and the whole audience was filled with my family and my parents. That’s pretty confronting to tell a story that’s also a little bit of their life and is pretty personal. I’m always stressed for things like that. Then it’s weird – from the first word I spoke I had a lot of stress and worries and the first sentence that I said was something like “I don’t know what to do”, and then it’s all of a sudden poofff. The train has left.

E: You said you didn’t really know what to do now.

W: That’s the first sentence of the text that I wrote and the moment I said that sentence I thought in my head “the train has left, there’s no way back now” and then the stress disappears automatically. But before the final rehearsal there was a moment that I was moving around heavily and I was throwing with chairs. And afterwards I had to pack moving boxes, which was okay. But from moving around and the combination of stress it made me almost gag in the box from the stress so I almost puked. So at these moments it gets pretty heavy.

E: Did other people notice or were you hiding it?

W: Yeah the final rehearsal was luckily not with an audience, but my teachers were like “Everything alright?” and I was like “Yeah I’m good. It’s a bit much”. But when it comes to stress, a lot of people always say – I’m even a little stressed right now actually.

E: Really?

W: Podcasts, oh no no.

E: Oh shit. You have to be (stressed)

W: A lot of pressure on my shoulder here. No, but a lot of people say that it doesn’t look like that I’m stressed even though I really am dying from all the stress.

E: Only now you can hide it really well. You should become an actor.

W: A lot of people have said that to me often, but it’s not my interest. Also not much work in the field.

E: That too, fuck. Are you someone who constantly pretends like you’re okay?

W: Yes.

E: Even when you have a lot of shit going on in your head and you’re processing other things?

W: I'm one person. One person?

E: "I'm one person" [laughs]

W: I am one person. No, but I'm someone who often keeps their stuff to themselves, so that I can listen to what others need.

28:15

E: That was my next question. You listen more to other people’s problems and you’re the person people come to with their problems?

W: I think, at least I hope, that a lot of my friends do know that they can always come to me for a talk or a phone call. I'm someone that will shove away their happiness for someone else, which isn’t always positive of course.

E: It is a beautiful characteristic, but it shouldn’t take over indeed.

W: In the past it has happened that I was falling apart, but I kept pushing it away, because I wanted to take care of someone else. I noticed this a lot during the divorce of my parents. My parents had a hard time with the divorce and I remember that I came home as a little boy and I saw my mom sitting and I felt the duty to comfort her and to be there for her, even though I was 8 or 9 years old. That’s not something you expect to do or think from an 8 year old. It really broke me and now I can openly speak about it, because I have had enough conversations with my parents about it, about how it was for me. And I made a play about it, as I told earlier, so it’s been a whole process and that has scarred me till at least my 16th. My parents got divorced when I was 5 or 6 years old. It took me a long time to open up because of that. I notice it a lot in previous relationships, that I walk away from fights, because I would find the confrontation too heavy to get into a fight and to discuss. The divorce and fights with my parents scarred me so hard that I didn’t want that again. I wanted everything to be rainbow and sunshine, but life doesn’t work like that. And that was partly a misconception from me, that I thought that a relationship had to be perfect, if there is a fight, then it’s not going well. Now I realize that fights are part of a relationship. And also part of steps you take into accepting each other, listening to each other and understanding each other. It’s needed for a stronger connection. You can’t, well you can, but in my eyes you can’t be with someone for a long time without ever having had a conflict. Even if it’s a discussion, because then you’re adapting too much to the other, and then you say okay, I’m adapting to the demands of her and I suppress my own things or things I want to do, only to avoid the discussion, and that’s something I learned. And that’s how everyone learns their own things along the way.

E: You still see it in the youth, those romantic movies, where everyone is so in love and it always ends with a kiss or something and it’s always good and then you think, this must be the case in real life. Why can’t I find Gabriella Montez for my Troy Bolton. Even though that was a shitty relationship too, they were constantly fighting. No, but that gives a wrong image about relationships and for other things because of movies. And the reality is just different.

32:16

W: Yes. I recently for the first time -this is kinda embarrassing because it’s a must see- watched The Notebook.

E: Me too! What did you think?

W: It has been a few weeks ago. Or a few weeks, maybe 3 or something.

E: I watched it last weekend.

W: I almost cried.

E: Really?

W: I’m a really emotional person. I can really cry. I can really get lost in a movie. “No not the puppy, why?!” Those things, where I think "Willem, act normal". But no it was a beautiful movie.

E: Yeah I have a different opinion, because I just fell asleep. I fell asleep, because it all went so slow, it started so slow. I didn’t even watch the kiss in the rain scene.

W: The moment. It’s in literally every romantic movie. In the rain, it happens everywhere.

Ender: Yeah mate, it’s such a cliché actually, but yeah.

W: I bet you that they’re just standing there with a garden hose.

E: Definitely.

W: It can’t be that they’re waiting, “is it gonna rain today? We need to do that scene now”.

33:27

E: Checking the rain alarm while everyone is inside. There are definitely sprinklers there. It’s in a lot of romantic movies. Now that we’re talking about it, the filming you did with wtFock, you sometimes had scenes outside. Here we have those (light) spots, I assume that you don’t carry them outside. How do you guys do that?

W: Sometimes we do have spots outside, but as long as the light from the sun is okay – with a binocular (telescope), well it’s not a binocular, it’s a round thing you can look through and with it they can determine the brightness of the sun and if the sun is too bright for the lightning they need, then it gets shielded, the same that is in front of your lamps. With that they can dim the lights. Or when there is not enough they use isomo plates, that’s really weird. Sometimes there are really intimate scenes in a series where it looks like it’s really close to the skin of the actors. There is a camera with a plate on it and a stick for the sound above it, it sometimes made it really hard for me to focus, because everyone is sitting there and the director and I’m like “yeah, okay okay”. So it takes a lot to get it all professional.

E: Was there a crazy moment where you forgot your lines? That you’re laying in bed and you’re like “which sentence do I have to say now?”

W: Yeah we’ve definitely had a lot of bloopers. Yeah forgetting lines or.. the thing is, as long as the director doesn’t say cut, you have to keep going. It’s a matter of "how do I improvise myself around this scene to get to the point we actually have to get to", because you have a scene and you have your lines, but if you forget something, then you do know the main lines of where the scene has to go to. You know the scene will end in a kiss or something and these subjects will be spoken about in the conversation, so when you forget your lines, you try to work your way through it as best as possible. And when the director says it wasn’t good, then we’ll do it again. I’ve had a lot of moments where I forgot my lines and I was laying in bed with Willem and we would look at each other and we’d know that I had to say something, but I was stuck, so there would be a 10 seconds silence, hoping for them to say cut. Yeah so those kinds of moments a lot or moments where I… I also had that with Déjà Vu. I remember… by the way it was amazing to work together with such big names as Natali Broods and Koen De Graeve. And Koen, lovely person, was kind of the father figure on set and we had a scene, next to the bed, a quite emotional scene. And the camera was focused on me, close up on my face. And I still remember that, the sound was going, everything, and Koen had just told a joke, or made a face that made me laugh. So, I had to laugh really hard, but I had to act very sad. It was an intense scene of goodbyes. All the time, starting to laugh about everything. I still remember for wtFock we made a video with bloopers and those are very fun to watch back.

37:03

E: Are those bloopers ever published somewhere online?

W: I don’t think so.

E: I think if you’d be able to release them somewhere that a lot of people would be interested in them.

W: Yes, yes. I don’t know why, indeed. The fans would be happy with those.

E: I think a lot of people- because we were just talking about your biggest fan.

W: My biggest-

E: Your grandma.

W: My grandma, yes. Big shout out to my grandma.

E: Do you think she’s watching right now?

W: She’ll definitely watch, I hope so.

E: What’s your grandma’s name?

W: Micheline.

E: Micheline, thank you very much for watching Micheline.

W: Micheline.

E: I appreciate it.

W: Women in power. She deserves a special place. No really, she follows all the fan accounts of wtFock. And then sometimes, or very often, we call and she gives me an update of what’s being said on the internet. Or yes, I also remember, when scenes come out and there’s things being said and she’s like "Willem, is that true, what are they saying?" And I say "Grandma, it’s nothing, it’s all from the show." "Ah okay, okay." So yes, very sweet grandma. She’s like the grandma where everything was allowed. I think that’s the same for everyone. At home, there are a lot of rules, and then you got to sleepover at your grandma’s and it was like: "Oh, I get to stay up later, and she made pudding for me." Her vanilla pudding-

E: That good?

W: Grandma, if you’re seeing this, please make some vanilla pudding when I visit.

E: Dude, everything’s falling out of my pocket.

W: You’re letting everything fall out of your pocket? Maybe you need to buy another pair of pants.

E: The chair is too comfortable that I’m kind of sinking in it, and now I constantly get-

W: The conversation’s too comfortable-

E: It’s just my phone, it’s vibrating, I think it just vibrated out of my pocket. So, silent, great. Eh, what were we talking about? About your grandma.

W: About my grandma.

38:46

E: Now, totally different subject. If you were a fish, what color fish would you be?

W: A fish?

E: Which color do you identify most with?

W: Eh.

E: And you’re a fish too of course.

W: Identify with which color. The thing is, I’m in the scouts. And in the Jins, that’s the last year before you become a leader, we were given a color totem, and the whole group decided on a color that fits you.

E: All right.

W: And mine was mango orange.

E: Wow, that’s cool.

W: Yeah, I thought it was cool too. And it means, if I have to think back, mango has quite a hard peel, relatively, but the fruit itself is quite soft. And that refers to my personality. I’m someone that lets people in fast, around me, but in the beginning, suspicion is a little strong, but kind of like, testing. Let’s say that. But once- From the outside I might look a bit hard. A lot of people say that when I have my straight face-

E: Resting bitch face.

W: That I’m angry. I was once told on the subway by a dude, and I was just listening to music, staring in the distance, and I think, suddenly a dude comes up to me, in French: "C’est quoi ton problème, heh, tu regardes come ça, c’est quoi ton problème." And I was like: "I’m sorry". Apparently, I was looking in his direction with my-

E: Bitch face.

W: Bitch face. He must have thought I was looking for problems. So yeah, that’s why the mango, a little hard on the outside, but once you get to know me better, a soft, sweet boy. So that’s why, orange. So, an orange fish then.

E: A little bit of Nemo vibes.

W: Yes, Nemo then. But let’s, what’s that theory. Did you hear that?

E: Theory?

W: About Nemo.

E: What’s the theory?

W: Haven’t you heard that? I keep seeing that online. I’m having a crisis. So the thing is, your childhood will get ruined.

E: Fuck man.

W: The thing is-

E: But there really are, no keep going, I have something I want to say afterwards.

W: The thing is, I’ve heard, that Nemo is Latin for nobody, and that the father is imagining that he still has an egg left, but that that fish doesn’t actually exist.

E: Oh fuck.

W: And that Dory joins him, and he sees, we’re actually not looking for anyone, but because he has memory issues, he constantly forgets that they’re not looking for anyone. So, they’re actually looking for nobody. And I saw that online and I was like.

E: Damn, so all the eggs are eaten, but he imagines that someone still has to be there.

W: Yes, something to keep living for.

E: Fuck man, that’s very brutal. That’s very fucked up.

W: Sorry to everyone for who Nemo is ruined now.

E: There’s a similar theory about Phineas and Ferb, and then Candice, their sister, is based on a true story about a girl that lost her brothers and still imagines that they're still doing stuff in the garden. And she keeps telling her mom: "Look, look, they are still here, they’re doing that." And that the mom says: "They’re not there." And that’s why she can never see that. You get it? Brutal right?

W: My whole childhood is ruined. Fucking hell.

E: That’s going to be the title of this podcast.

W: Childhood ruined.

E: We’re ruining your childhood.

42:17

W: We’re ruining your childhood. No but that’s good because, thankfully, I have a half-sister, but I say sister because I think half-sister is an ugly word, of seven years old. She thinks she’s 16. She’s a real diva.

E: Oh wow, okay.

W: She’s very, I’ll tell you a story later, but the thing is, I experience all those things with her again. In the beginning it was like, turning the tv on, Bumba, again. And I could secretly watch with her without feeling guilty. I was like, I’m watching Bumba and secretly I’m enjoying it, but sssh, I’m just watching it with my sister.

E: That exactly.

W: And now it’s Ketnet, like Hoodie, those series that she’s watching. And yes, I notice that because of all the technology today, she has an iPad, she’s on YouTube, she’s watching those self-made crafts.

E: 7 years old?

W: 7 years old, yes.

E: Wow.

W: She watches those- where people are playing with Barbies and they make a little play with them online on YouTube and they do stuff. Yes, a tablet. She has an iPad that’s bigger than her head. That makes me think- well, an iPad is usually bigger than everyone’s head. Or well, almost.

E: Not if you have a mini of course.

W: Her head isn’t that big.

E: Okay.

W: She’s on it a lot though. But she’s a real diva. I think the best story I have, there’s multiple. I remember the story, we were sitting at the table and she was having another moment of "I’m the princess, and everyone can leave because I do what I want and fuck you all". But the thing is, there’s five kids at home. I have a brother and two stepbrothers. So, she has four brothers, and she knows very well that she has four brothers. And that makes her feel even more like she’s the princess at home. So, we were sitting at the table. And she kept staring at my dad like this while throwing her cutlery on the ground. Like "what are you going to do". And my dad was like: "Liv," because her name is Liv by the way, "stop that."

E: That wasn’t nice of Liv. (Liv sounds the same as lief which means nice in Dutch.)

W: No. Not nice of-

E: Haha. Sorry.

W: Badam pam ts. Can’t we put that under here. Yes.

E: No, sorry, keep going.

W: So, he was like: "Liv, stop that, stop that." He started to get annoyed, because she kept going. "Liv, what is so hard to understand about no." And then it got silent at the table so I thought, okay, it’s done. The o.

E: Oh wow.

W: 7 years old and she drops that.

E: Oh wow.

W: And I thought, okay.

E: Damn bro.

W: The o. That she even dares to say that. Yeah, and she has those moments. She was sitting at the table, with her mask on, eating. So, she pulled her mask down to eat, and then she was chewing with her mask on. And then I asked: "Liv, why are you wearing your mask?" "Yes, you came back from Ghent, you’re not in my bubble."

E: Okay, okay.

W: So, then I said: "Okay, that’s fine." It’s crazy how that goes around among young children. Because my sister came back home from school crying once. And I asked her: ‘Liv, what’s wrong?’ "Yes, my friends didn’t let me play with them." So, I was like: "Why?" "Margot says I’m not allowed in her bubble."

E: Oh wow.

W: See, that’s becoming the new- we played with Pokémon cards on the playground and now it’s about playing games in bubbles because it’s so-

E: Damn.

W: Yes, you’re only allowed to have four people in your bubble so we don’t play with more than four.

E: Oh wow.

W: So I found that kind of crazy, or confronting that it made me think like, even at such a young age it has an impact. And I know that the-

E: That it leaves an impression.

W: Yes, and I know that my dad-

E: It’s sad that children have to think about it.

W: Yes, exactly.

E: Well, it’s not that- everyone should think about it of course.

W: Yes, yes, of course. It’s also that I know the way my dad feels about raising, that he tells Liv straight up about things that are happening in the world. He doesn’t make things seem nicer, or saying, eh, yes, no, but that’s- The classic story of how babies are made, with the cauliflowers, and what not.

E: I also just think-

W: How am I going to explain that to my kids?

E: If you don’t make it a taboo to start with, is it that bad? It’s just- it’s just. Oh well, that’s a whole other conversation.

W: Yes, no, definitely.

E: But straight up just telling what’s going on to your kids. I think I would prefer that to making up a story about the flowers and the bees.

W: Yes, yes.

E: Because the story about the flowers and the bees, I don’t even know how you actually- pollinating and stuff, is that what that means?

W: You do it like this, pollinating.

E: Yes, no, exactly.

W: Yes, but well, children, that’s still a long time from now.

E: Do you want kids, you think, later?

W: Yes, please.

E: Do you think you would be a good father?

W: I hope I would be a good father. Despite my parents’ divorce, I really do… I do look up to my parents. I’m proud of the way they raised me. So yeah if I would be a good father… sometimes, but maybe that’s the age, kids frustrate me. I’m a leader in the scouts for the Welpen and Welpen -great guys- but they can also be annoying and say “I’m not participating” and “that’s a stupid game, can we do something else?” and I’m like “we invest so much time in this and so much preparation, please participate” so sometimes that bothers me. But I would prefer not to have just one (child). Certainly more than one because… are you an only child?

E: No I have a little brother.

W: Yeah only child… with all due respect to people who are only children but sometimes I think… for example, I’m very happy that I have a brother. Not that it wouldn’t be fun without a brother per se, but I don’t know, the contact I have with my brother is nice.

E: The thing is, you don’t know what you’re missing so it’s hard to miss it I guess. But I do think that my brother has been a great added value to my life.

W: Yeah, yeah.

E: In the same way, I never really had grandparents. They all died before I was born and the grandfather I did have was quite old when I was actually aware that I had a grandfather. So I’ve never really had the grandparents experience that you see with family gatherings and stuff. But I don’t feel like I’ve missed anything but I still know how much other people benefit from having grandparents. Also what you just said about how often you call each other and stuff. I think that’s the same with being an only child. If you don’t have any brothers or sisters, you don’t know what it’s like to have that, what you’re missing. But if you do have it, it’s an added value I think.

W: Yes, exactly. No that’s true. My brother is very helpful to me now. I know that I can count on him.

E: Older or younger by the way?

W: Older.

E: A lot older?

W: 21.

E: 21.

W: Oh boy I had to think about how old my brother is. Embarrassing. Love you man. No but we had - maybe you had that too – but when we were younger, we really fought.

E: Physical?

W: Real fighting. Yeah, it’s has now gotten much better. I think we understand each other a lot better, but it used to be real… we had Catch WW on the Wii and we reenacted that on the couch so that was… “In the right corner Ramy Stereo” and we were bare-chested and both had one boxing glove on and fighting each other until one of us cried, bled or gave up. Usually it was me.

E: That’s just the fate of the little brother.

W: I always went… I’ve never admitted that actually, [whispers] it’s a confession. I’ve never admitted it, but afterwards I always went to my parents and cried “Kwinten hurt me”.

E: That’s really… that’s the moment, you feel it coming and you think “ah fuck no, if I hit again it’s probably over but I want to…” [cross-talk] “no no no don’t tell mom! Don’t tell mom!” I think I was a pretty nice big brother. We often did shit together. We were at home playing on the couch together and Olaf bumps into a large box that was standing there and the box, bigger than Olaf back then, fell down on his hand.

W: Oh shit.

E: So Olaf broke his hand. And I thought “I made him jump over those chairs” and then you have to say “sorry sorry don’t tell them, don’t tell them!” but yeah if your hand is fucking broken, you’re not gonna stop crying because your big brother says “don’t cry”. Yeah, that are…

W: Yes, but the relationship [between Willem and his brother] has improved. Okay we still have our discussions but... I think moments like when we’ve both been to a pub or something and we come home at the same time and we’re always hungry and standing in the kitchen making sandwiches. Those are great moments. I don’t necessarily need to have emotionally heavy of deep conversations with my brother to know that he’s there and that I can have a good time with him. So I think that’s the added value of having a brother or brothers in general.

E: Do you guys also have a specific sense of humor? Or like those moments when the two of you are laughing and your parents or people around you think “what the fuck is going on?”

W: Yeah we speak some slang to each other for fun. Like “stu stu” and [my slang knowledge is very limited so I have no idea what he’s saying here lol], those kinds of things. Typical slang from Brussels and Leuven. It’s funny because my parents are always like “why are you talking to each other like that?” and recently, I was leaving and my mom said “stu stu!” so they are adopting those words and then my brother and I can’t stop laughing.

E: Also if your mom suddenly says “are we going to chill later?” and I’m like [laughing] “what? Mom!”

W: “Okay??”

E: It’s kind of cute. Yeah it’s fun. And what are… I almost want to go deep like…

W: That’s okay.

E: Is there a particular interaction or experience you’ve had with your brother that sums up your relationship right now? Or are those the moments when you’re laughing and eating at night? It doesn’t have to be a super deep or emotional moment.

W: I think it’s an accumulation of those moments and emotional moments too. For example, after it was over with my ex. I was really down back then, it hit me pretty hard. Those are the moments when I can walk into my brother’s room in the middle of the night and he’s there for me. I know that dude is always going to be there when something’s wrong, no matter how much we argue or how much we shit at each other. I just know, and I hope he does too, that I can call him 24/7, walk into his room 24/7 and he will be there or ready to listen. I think that’s just something… the fact that we know that about each other, that creates that bond. And the thing is, if only he would do his best and go to work, earn real money… because we went on holiday together and he still hasn’t… he still has some work to do but we’ve already planned something. I’m really looking forward to it. We’re planning to go surfing in Portugal together. Those are moments I just know I can go somewhere with him and have the time of my life without-

E: …That you can remember for the rest of your life what you did together.

W: Yeah, absolutely. Those moments that I want to cherish or want to keep or experience.

E: My little brother is also just the most annoying dude on this planet who I love the most.

W: Exactly that combination. Annoying, but you love them.

E: Of course. The cameras are back on. That means we’ve been at it for over 50 minutes.

W: 50 minutes? It feels like we’re chatting for 20 minutes.

E: Exactly.

W: Pleasant.

E: That’s good. If it’s pleasant and the stress is gone.

W: Do you actually like me? “No I hate you. We’re going to finish. It has been good.”

55:29

E: No we’re not going to finish yet, but before we do, is there anything you’d like to send out into the world before we finish? On average there are 10 to 50 people watching. Is there anything you want to say to them?

W: To the 10 to 50 people?

E: Yes.

W: 10 to 50 people, you are awesome. No, what I’m saying… maybe a little deep but it doesn’t matter. Very often in your life you are going to encounter that you run into a wall, that you’re going to have setbacks, that you think “I don’t want to anymore, I can’t to this anymore, life is all one big shit show” but I think that there is a certain… at least I believe that – everyone has their own opinion of course- that a certain path has been mapped out for everyone. Not necessarily that things are set in stone but there is a road that you are going to take and that road is going to have curves, is going to have hills, is going to have valleys, is going to have everything. Maybe it’s a gravel path, maybe rocks you stumble over but -it sounds a bit stupid- put on your best walking shoes and just walk that path the best way you can. Just try to live life with complete joy and euphoria because you’re 100% worth it. No matter what other people say or think about your ideology or style or way of life. Everyone is entitled to it or should be given the opportunity to be appreciated for who they are. I think that’s something we do too little in this society, but yeah.

E: Just don’t be too hard on yourself in the end?

W: Yeah, don’t be too hard on yourself. A lot of people blame themselves too much. Or “oh I’m like that and I don’t fit in because of that” or something. Then I think: so be it.

E: Do you sometimes feel that you should do more or have achieved more at this age? Of course you’re already doing a lot of cool shit but social media, I know there is a highlight reel of all people’s achievements and that sometimes it’s very difficult to filter between what is real and how much is that person actually sitting on the couch doing nothing. Do you sometimes feel that because of social media of because of your environment or I don’t know, that you’re not doing enough?

W: Gosh, sometimes I think my life is too full.

E: Too full?

W: Not that I’m saying “oh I have so many things to do” but I’m like... I’m letting that grow organically or so.

E: Not putting too much pressure on yourself?

W: Not putting too much pressure on yourself. I’m doing a course now that I’d like to finish because I’ve had those two projects and there are friends of mine who say “why are you still studying? You’ve had your opportunity, you’re going to get new opportunities right?” and I say “hey! I’m also only 19”. Sometimes I think “fuck Willem you should have achieved more already” but I also think I’m only 19. There was a conversation at school… I really think that’s one of the added values of the course. We receive an observation report twice a year, 5 pages where the teacher writes about you and how they see you, what they think about you, what your qualities are, what you still need to work on. It’s always spot on. So strange how they can just see right through you, even though I sometimes try to hide it. Yeah, where was I going with this… we had subsequent conversation about it and I said to my teacher “sometimes I feel like I’m too young for this course” that I have too little life experience. There are people in my class who are in their 20s or older, who have already studied something else before this, have read a lot more, seen a lot more than me, a lot more experience and I think “fuck, I don’t have anything”. People talk about certain topics and I don’t follow at all. I mentioned that I felt too young and she [the teacher] said “you’re young, but that also has its advantages. Your youthfulness can actually be an interesting tool in this course and look at it from a different perspective”. So I’m convinced: don’t be too hard on yourself, don’t think “whew, I’m already 20 and I haven’t achieved anything yet” so to speak. I even saw a video recently where… “if you don’t make it in your 20s, you might make it in your 30s and if you don’t make it in your 30s, you might make it in your 40s”. There are so many… there really are a lot of people… people often forget that there are people who only find out what they want to do or discover their passion later in life.

E: And also just… I think it’s so ridiculous that you set certain goals for a certain age or something. That it’s so expected that by 18 you must have completed high school and by 25 you must have had your first job interview, by 28/30 you must have a house and a serious relationship where you’re committed to for the rest of your life and by 40 you must have already had a promotion, that you can provide for yourself and fix your pension. All those fucking predetermined milestones. I think that’s kind of bullshit, you know?

W: Absolutely.

E: If that were the case, then I should graduate in a few years so to speak while I’m clearly not studying here because I have – fuck normally I have a re-exam today. And here we are.

W: Here we are.

E: I knew I was doing this but I mean that’s just… there’s so much time. I’m 22 now and I’m doing some shit, if I go nuts now or people don’t want to listen to this podcast anymore, don’t want to see what I do online, okay then I have to look elsewhere. But I did this and I went for it and I tried. I’m 22. Even if I go nuts now and it’s all gone, I’m only 22. There are still so many ways it could go. A lot of people don’t have a job at 22. If I started looking for a new job or something now, hopefully I’ll have one by 25. Then it’s still okay because I’m only 25. I don’t know, I always find that… I could go on for a long time about this. I think those predetermined milestones/goals of things that you must have achieved by a certain age, I just think it’s bullshit.

W: I sometimes make the comparison that people too often see life as the sports world. Football players who are good until 35 and then they are done. As if you must have already performed before that age. That’s not how it works. You really have all the time and you really don’t have to stress. I also notice that many people… you mentioned re-exams. That people say “fuck I have re-exams, oh no I’m not going to pass, oh no you have extra…” chill. You do your best, but suppose you have to repeat a year, that’s not a disaster either, is it?

E: What I also think is crazy is how many people have studied law and you eventually hear that they ended up in a marketing agency because they found it much more interesting. When I talk to some people who… I was seeing a social media manager recently [laughs] “seeing”, I was talking to him.

W: “seeing” okay [laughs].

E: I was talking to him.

W: [joking] Ender has something to say.

E: And I asked “what did you study?” and he said biochemistry. “How the fuck did you end up here?” Him: “uh yeah that just wasn’t the right fit for me. I have a master’s degree but I started working here because I found it much more interesting”. I thought: why am I pretending that the degree I’m trying to get is going to determine the rest of my life, you know?

W: Absolutely.

E: If there are so many people now… because he was only 28 or something. So I thought “aah okay so you’ve been studying biochemistry for so many years and now you’re here – I don’t know if I’m talking about the correct position – but now you’re just sitting here making content. Cool. But why do I attach so much importance to that one direction I’m studying right now that doesn’t even have anything to do with media or anything. I mean I’m very interested in media, I’m studying economics. Which is also interesting, but that’s not what I see myself doing in the coming years.

W: Yeah, yeah.

E: Anyway enough about me. Do you think you could win in a fight against a cow?

W: [laughs] I really like that. You can switch to totally different shit like that. Like before you suddenly asked what color fish do you want to be. Okay. That’s nice. Win… I’ve heard if you knock over a cow it dies. That it has a heart attack then. We don’t want to kill cows okay!

E: And purely hypothetical, you’re just standing in a kind of meadow so it’s not super big so you can’t go in all directions. There is a limited domain. You come face to face with that cow and you have to begin. No weapons. You’re standing there and the cow stands there and you both know you’re going to fight.

W: It knows that too?

E: It knows that too.

W: [makes mooing noises] okay ca va.

E: It’s not a bull but it does have horns so in fact it would-

W: I would shit my pants. I’d give up already. I would lie on the ground, come on. Really crazy, I saw Jackass recently. Those guys, that Wee Man, who was in that link with the bull and he’s being catapulted, so to speak.

E: I don’t understand how those guys aren’t all dead yet.

W: Yeah they are really crazy.

E: There was also a rumor that Wee Man died from a bowling ball during… but apparently that wasn’t true.

W: I don’t know.

E: Fucked up shit. Would you win against a cow?

W: Would I win against a cow? No, I wouldn’t win against a cow. I don’t think I would win against a cow.

E: I think I would. I think just like with a bull I would try to jump out of the way like that and once you’re on the side it’s just a matter of pushing. If what you said is true, it’s game over when it’s down and you know, that’s your tactic.

W: But the thing is, a cow is heavy, isn’t it?

E: True.

W: You can’t just push it over like that, can you?

E: Sure, but it’s a matter of life or death, isn’t it? The adrenaline rush. You have to image, a cow just comes running towards you. The adrenaline that goes through your body. You shouldn’t underestimate the power you have then.

W: Just find the best patch of grass and when it’s there, sneaky knife in the back. No, now people are going to think I’m that kind of person.

E: That you’re just a snake.

W: Snake. Definitely and I admit it. No, that would be fucked up.

E: I’m going to do one more thing that’s important. I’m going to find a Twitter shout out and in the meantime, I already asked you what your message is to the world and that was a beautiful message. Got something more banal that you’d like to share? Something that you want to share from your social media or something?

W: What do you mean from social media?

E: Where they can follow you. You can say something if you have a really good video that you want to share. “Check me everywhere”.

W: No I don’t have… people should do what they feel like doing. Do you think I’m cool, do you think I’m fun, follow me on Insta. No really doesn’t matter. Doesn’t really matter.

E: Alright, I’m just going to scroll and you say stop. I’ll go back and forth and you have to say “yes that’s the one who gets to have this week’s shout out”.

W: Exciting huh. Stop.

E: [reads twitter account] M. Verschuren.

W: M. Verscheure.

E: Is that…

W: [reads quote] “If you were never sad, you wouldn’t know you could be happy”.

E: Wow. Damn bro.

W: I’m going to edit my quote.

E: “If you were never sad, you wouldn’t know you could be happy”. Wow. If you didn’t have shitty days, you wouldn’t know what the best days of your life were.

W: Exactly. But what if you get stuck in your shitty days for the rest of your life?

E: That won’t happen. That’s my biggest fear.

W: Me too.

E: Looking back at your life and thinking-

W: …Fuck I’ve never been there again.

E: …That’s where I peeked. Hope that doesn’t happen. Anyway M. Verscheure thank you very much for listening, I really appreciate it. You as well, I think?

W: Absolutely, absolutely. How much were you going to pay me?

E: 50 euro.

W: Then I’ll come… awesome. Super cool.

E: Thank you so much to everyone who listened. I appreciate it. If you want to hear more you can always subscribe to this channel. It’s also good for my ego. I’ll just put your Instagram link in the description, for people who are interested. Okay, that was it.

W: Thanks, it was fun.

E: There’s an audio only episode on Spotify every Sunday and the video comes out on Monday. That’s it. See you next Monday. Or Sunday. Peace.

[inkedmyths]

S1: E9 "Home"

Alright its been almost a month time to stop procrastinating this

Ohhh ~crunchy~ video quality

Oh a classic monster in the closet situation

Surprised the lady didn't get like dragged in right then and there

Its wild bc obviously in real life there's never anything in the closet but this is Supernatural in which case ofc there's something

Its not rats! Its something worse!

THE CHAIR. ITS MOVING. RUN KID

WAIT WINCHESTERS

H U H

0oh Sam and his ~prophetic dreams~

Me when someone's trying to talk to me as I'm drawing

Sam I feel like you should just say you're having spooky dreams

THERE we go

Dean did not sign up for his little brother being a psychic

Dean shut up its road trip back home time. Bitch.

THE CAMERA. THE MUSIC. THE DRAMA. This is so funny SPN is a soap opera actually

[ Crepe says that no one can handle Sam's bs in a calm and controlled manner. My opinion is no one can handle any of the Winchester's bullshit in a calm and controlled manner. ]

Awkward but I mean ok

Waiting for the kid to say "There's something in the closet"

YEP

Bros just yelling at each other bc they are so normal about this

Dean is so so bad with his feelings huh

[ Kayla asks if I am just realizing this. I am not. I was merely repeating a statement of observation. It seemed relevant. ]

Walks away bc he didn't want Sam to see him showing an emotion

NOT THE FUCKING CYMBALS MONKEY

NOOOOO

NO DONT STICK YOUR HAND

Oh I am not watching the screen no thank you

[ Kayla finds this reaction funny because "We've all been there". This is fair. And I know the man is just trying to do his job. However, he is, unfortunately, in an episode of Supernatural. If you are a random background character in an episode of Supernatural, you should never stick your hand in a thing that has many sharp blades. ]

I know where this is going to go

YEP EURGH arm smoothie

DUMBASSES THEY'RE PRETENDING TO BE COPS INVESTIGATING THEIR OWN DISAPPEARANCE

I feel like they would get farther is they just walked up to people and said WE'RE SAM AND DEAN

[ Melon says that we should play a drinking game, in which every time Sam and Dean do something stupid, you take a sip of a drink. Forst of all, I am still a year away from being able to consume alcohol legally. Second of all, this sounds like a surefire way to get alcohol poisoning. ]

Oh ofc. Psychic time.

"Your wife if crazy about you!" Turns around "His wife is banging the gardener" Incredible

LMAO CALLING DEAN A GOOFY LOOKIN KID

Oh shes good. Interesting

Sam as she's yelling at Dean is just :D

This poor lady its not her fault that the guy got blended

Yes something is starting. A TV show

UH OH

Is it giving the kid juice. Whats the deal

Oh its shutting him in the FRIDGE

UH OH

THE FRIDGE

MA'AM BEHIND YOU THE FRIDGE

OPEN THE FRIDGE

Thank god

NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED

She's so much smarter than either of the bros

I have a sneaking suspicion the firey spirit is their mom or something

[ It is at this point that Crepe has no concept of how not to spoil an Ep and says I'm right. I figured, the plot beats seemed obvious, but come ON. The less you spoil the funnier my reactions will be. Let me enjoy my incredible powers of prediction in due time. ]

Oop there goes the lamp

Uh oh there is attenpted murder via flying objects

WOAH

Flashy light

MISSOURI MA'AM ARE YOY OKAY

Oh good

Holy cow that was something

SORRY ABOUT YOUR HOUSE THE GHOST DID NOT LIKE US

GET THE MOP AND DONT CUSS AT ME

There's like 10 minutes left what's gonna happen next

SHAKING

Is Sam outside oh yep there's the bros

go go go

FLAMING FIGURE

Oh bye bye Sam

DOOR SHUT how drama

Oh hes just getting punted

OH HI

Ur not on fire anymore whats up

Ghost fight! Ghost fight!

Oh yeah tragic sacrifice all that Sam buddy she was already dead

Alright so Sam is on some kind of bizarre spooky journey

AHA. THE BASTARD

YOU. MOTHERFUCKER

OLD MAN WINCHESTER WHATS YOUR FUCKING ANGLE

[ Episode ends. Crepe said it would be funnier if I added in the other's commentary. Kayla agreed. I hope this appeases you both. ]

[wackywritings]

Rafe Cameron - Stare into my eyes

Summary: Y/N and Rafe have a complicated relationship. One minute they're on the brink of kissing, the next they're fighting because he's wanting to get high again.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs, fighting.

If it wasn't for the loud music at Barry's and the chatter of people under the influence of god knows what concoction of substances, perhaps she would've heard him arrive on his bike. But alas, she didn't. She was blisfully oblivious as he stumbled up the few steps leading to the trailer, his eyes searching the crowd for her.

"Country club! What you doin' here bro?" It was Barry's voice that made her blood run cold, the conversation she was previously engaging in long forgotten. He was here.

She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping over the wooden floor making an awfully high-pitched sound, piercing the ringing in her ears. She passed by him on her way to Barry's bathroom, not even having to spare him a glance to know he was trailing close behind as soon as he tracked her movement, only to leave a confused Barry behind. He never quite understood the relationship between the two. It's a good thing she didn't look up at him, because she would've no doubt seen the change in his eyes upon meeting hers; hard eyes void of emotion, fleeting around the room anxiously turning into a soft gaze that didn't focus on anything but her. If it wasn't him, now, it would've been almost endearing.

But it was.

He followed her into the bathroom, locking the door behind him as soon as they were both in the cramped space. It was quieter here, but instead of bringing some peace, it only made their thoughts louder. She wasn't looking at him yet, her back to him as he pondered over how to break the silence. How to address this wrack-up of a matter he'd gotten himself into.

"So. I'm a bit high." He cringed immediately after the words left his mouth, internally cursing at himself.

"Yeah, I figured that much, Cameron." She held up her hands in exasperation, but her frustation soon turned into worry as she finally took in the boy's appearance. His right eye sported a new bruise, green and purple and red mixing together on his sunkissed skin.

"You're hurt."

"Clearly. Why else would I get high?"

"Because you have an addiction?" Her eyebrows raised as she crossed her arms over her chest. She was not afraid of him in the slightest. "C'mon, Y/N." His tone was pleading, no, begging. In any other instance, he would've loved her having an attitude, doing anything in his power to rile her up even more. But right now he just needed someone to take care of him.

Her stance softened considerably as she took in the rest of his appearance: the bags beneath his eyes, the locks of hair - not gelled back like usual - sticking to his forehead that was covered in a sheen of sweat, not unlike his polo.

"Okay." She whispered, ever so slowly nodding her head, before moving past him to unlock the door. He didn't smell like the cologne he normally wore, a mix of alcohol and sweat floating between the small space between them. "Let's get you something to change into, alright?" Though she didn't wait for his answer as she opened the door, moving straight to Barry's room.

"You gonna dress me in a wifebeater or some shit?" He inquired with a chuckle as he followed her, plopping himself down on the bed as he intently watched her rummage through Barry's wardrobe. Most of his high had worn off already, and he could begin to feel it.

"Are you kidding? He'll notice it's his and have your ass for it. I'm sure he has some decent shirts he never wears. It'll be less obvious." She reasoned as she opened multiple drawers to find what she was looking for. A victorious 'aha' left her as she finally found what she was after, turning around with the blue longsleeve held high in her hand, only for her proud expression to change into shock, her mouth hanging open.

He'd taken the liberty of taking his shirt off already, something she hand't noticed him doing. She should've said something- anything, so he wouldn't question her change in demeanor. Joked teasingly with him, or even just asked if he thought it would fit. But she couldn't utter a single word as she looked at him. His shoulders broad, arms more muscular than she imagined them to be under his usual attire. Not to mention his chest, or the muscles in his abdomen that rippled underneath his skin (God it looked so soft. She wondered what it would feel like under her grazing fingertips) as he moved to stand up from the bed. She felt her heart hammer against her chest, flushed cheeks as she tried to look anywhere but his shirtless form.

"Gonna give me that?" He was pointing to the shirt still firm in her hand, an amused look on his face. The smugness made her snap out of it - as if his ego needed any more boasting.

"Don't flatter yourself." She scoffed, though she made no attempt to throw him the shirt. It took three, maybe four quick strides for him to be right up in her personal space. She was trying to stand her ground, straighten her back and keep eye contact to seem less affected by their current predicament. She was sure he could hear the hammering of her heart anyway. "Just took me off guard, 's all." She managed to murmur, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth to keep herself from shyly smiling.

He wasn't one to play with her feelings - he knew the kind of effect he had on her. But he quite enjoyed dancing around the subject with her, flirting and teasing and tender touches shared after spending long days together. It was their thing. He had convinced himself it was all he needed from her. God forbid he was honest about how much she meant to him, how much he craved her presence.

"Hm. Did you rather have me change in the bathroom, doll?" He came incomprehensibly closer to her, a breath too deep would have their chests touch. His eyes were boring into hers, now at eye level with her as he bent down slightly.

"I-" She wanted to say something. Tell him a warning would've been sufficient, adding a wink just to tease him back. Maybe say she wanted to be the one to take his shirt off, if she so dared. But his blue eyes were so mesmerising - specs of light shimmering in the dark blue pools of his irises, his pupils focused on her and only her. She could look away to stop the tight feeling from spreading in her chest, sure, but then she'd have to look at his large shoulders covered in freckles and sweat, or his chest rising with every breath he took. Warm breaths that she could feel hit her lips ever so softly. Getting lost in his eyes really was the only option she had. Inevitably, so was losing her words.

And it made him smile. A real, genuine smile. If he wasn't so close perhaps she wouldn't have noticed the way his eyes twinkled, how creases at the corner of his eyes formed, how that dimple arose on his chin.

As if that wasn't enough to make her weak at the knees and her breath hitch in her throat, the bolt of electricity that she felt when his long fingers touched hers, tracing around them like it was some kind of game to him, would've done her in.

"That's what I thought." His voice was raspy and dangerously low as he whispered it - so close to her mouth she wished he would just close the goddamn gap already. But it's Rafe, so of course he didn't. He just tugged on Barry's shirt held tight between her fingers, grabbing it and putting it on a split second later.

"How do I look?" His questioned as he couldn't find a mirror in the room, hopefully glancing at her.

"Peachy." She nodded as she wiped her hands on her jeans. She was upset at the loss of proximity, so perhaps what was supposed to be a comment of teasing nature came out harsher than she meant. Something that didn't go lost on him. Maybe he did take it too far just now.

"Alright, well. I gotta find Barry." He discarded her previous comment, rubbing his nose. The high had officially worn off completely now, and he was dying for more. Though he wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to forget his earlier fight, or forget her. How he felt about her, and how he wasn't ever gonna be enough for her. How he would never have the guts to do something about it.

"Rafe-" She started sternly, glaring at him. Though she quieted down as he held his hands up.

"No, not this again, okay? You don't have shit to say about this, you hear me?"

"What, that's it?" She let out a dry laugh as she stood in front of him, blocking the door. "You're just gonna get high again. Seriously?"

"Y/N, don't start with me now." His voice was threatening now, glaring on the edge of venomous.

"It always ends the same, Rafe, and you were high just minutes ago. Don't you think that was enough? Don't you ever get bored of this shit?" She was asking too many difficult questions for his liking. Her tone was exasparated, too. Tired of having to deal with him and his stupid issues. Of having to patch him up and take care of his pathetic self that just couldn't get fucking clean. He felt the urge to scream, but bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from acting on it.

"What, you're not even gonna say anything?"

"Stop." He gritted his teeth, jaw clenched as he spat at her.

She threw her hands up, before running them through her hair. How was she supposed to stay calm - or approach this situation when he wouldn't even talk to her?

"I just- you're hurting people with this. You're not you, Rafe. Not anymore. I mean look at you." She gestured towards him.

"You don't know who I am."

"But I do!" She all but screamed at him. He kept his composure and his cold glare, but she noticed the way his shoulders tensed upwards at her outburst. So she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. "I know you. You're sweet and gentle and caring and so incredibly smart."

"Y/N." He wasn't used to compliments, or feeling this many emotions, for that matter. He could feel the need for another line coursing through every inch of his body. He just needed a little bit. Just needed to be able to breathe again.

"No, I'm serious. You're a great brother to Wheezie, you're great to me."

"Don't." He twisted his head to the side, his eyes rolling back as he felt his whole body heating up again, Barry's shirt no doubt already showing sweat stains. But she was far too invested in telling him how amazing he was, eyes trained on the ground as her brows furrowed, words flowing from her mouth at such a rate that in any other situation would've made him wonder where she found the time to breathe. So she didn't listen nor notice how he was struggling.

"You're always trying to please your father."

"Y/N, do not-"

"No, Rafe. I know how much he means to you, but you're never gonna be able to please him if you keep using! He's just going to keep abusing you and you're gonna keep being disappointed and running to Barry to stop yourself from feeling it."

He was proper boiling right now. Sweat was trickling down his forehead, jaw shut tight as he balled his fist at his side. They always say anger looks red, but even with his eyes shut tight all he saw was white. Pure, white, blinding rage. Everywhere in his mind - dying to creep out all at once.

"And it's just this vicious cycle that's never gonna end. And I worry for the day that it becomes your death, Rafe!" She all but yelled his name, voice hoarse and filled with unplaceable emotions.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" He bellowed out, two quick steps bringing him right in front of her, his fist making contact with the door behind her before he even knew he moved his fist in the first place. She cowered down at the proximity of the sound. His body was flush against hers now, even closer than they were before. He was breathing hard, his arms on either side of her as he trapped her between him and the door. His skin touching hers felt hot and damp, but it still made her shiver. Not in a good way though, not like before.

The worst of it all wasn't even his anger, or the drugs, or the fact that she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him.

It was his eyes.

The ones that she had so lovingly stared into mere minutes ago. The ones that held so much adoration and passion for her. The ones that twinkled under the light, sparkled with mischief as he playfully teased her. The ones that she could look into and feel safe - no matter what. The ones that she considered to belong to her home.

They were darker now. Harsh and fierce, flaring up with anger as he looked into her frightened eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed hard, a frown between them. The shadows they casted leaving sharp edges prominent on his face. The specs of light weren't not visible anymore, they were simply gone. She couldn't even distinguish the blue from his pupils. She'd never been the subject of his rage before, and she never understood how most people feared him. But now? As he looked down on her with no emotion but anger written on his face, he looked scary to her for the first time. And she wondered if his eyes would ever feel the same again as her own filled with tears.

"Don't talk about my father again." His voice was strained but louder than she expected. He leaned into her even more to give power to the threathening statement, before completely pushing off. Large hands wrapped around her arms, fingers digging into her skin bordering on putting enough pressure to leave a bruise. He forced her away from the door. Perhaps he expected more of a struggle from her, but she was so shocked by his behaviour that she could only take small and hasty steps away from the door, scared to anger him more. He janked the door open, the sound of the loud bass of the music hitting her ears. The sensory stimulation was too much for her to bear, and she looked up both in a prayer for him to leave and to keep the tears from falling.

"And don't talk to me. We're done." He added. She wanted to look into his eyes. As much as they scared her now, she needed to know if they held any more emotion than his completely void voice just did. But he'd already slammed the door shut.

She was left looking at the closed door as she finally allowed the tears to soak her cheeks.

[fangirl-writes]

Kiss and Tell

5sos x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): swearing probably

Notes: the quarantine chats are dangerous. I could have made this fic so much longer than I did and I really wasn’t sure how to end it tbh 😅

Summary: You've kissed all the boys at some point or another so they call upon you to settle an argument.

“What.” You deadpanned when your face popped up on the screen.

“Y/N!”

You narrowed your eyes. They were all smiling at you a little too sweetly.

“What.”

“Why do you assume we want something from you?” Calum asked.

“Because you never fucking let me into these things unless you want me to do something,” You replied and they laughed. “So what do you want?”

“We need you to settle an argument,” Ashton said.

“About what?” You asked, taking a drink from your water bottle.

“Well, you know how you’ve kissed all of us at one point or another?”

You choked on your water and they burst into laughter again.

“Great, yeah, I could be dying over here and you fuckers are laughing. I feel the love.” You said, face heating up.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Luke said through his laughter.

“Who’s the better kisser, Y/N?” Michael asked, swaying back and forth in his seat.

“I’m not answering that!”

“Come on, Y/N!” Ashton encouraged. “The fans want to know!”

You groaned, burying your face into your sweater covered hands. “Couldn’t you have asked someone else?”

“All the other girls we know are biased! Plus you’re the only one who has kissed us all.”

“Oh,” Michael interjected, looking at the chat. “Speaking of, the fans would like to know the story for each of these kisses.”

You let out another loud groan that set them into another fit of laughter. “None of you fuckers told me this was live.”

“I can vouch for some scenarios,” Ashton said. “One of us was obviously present for each kiss, um” - he cleared his throat - “she kissed me...actually, some of you probably saw when she kissed me during a- aaah, what’re they called?”

“Keeks,” you said, coming out of your hiding.

“Shit, yeah, that’s right. It was a joke to a one direction song or something.” he replied. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, chat’s right. It was in a car and ‘kiss you’ by 1D was playing. So I puckered my lips towards her, as you do,”

The other boys and you laughed.

“And, uh, she let me kiss her. Like the song says.”

“And I regret that decision every day.” You said.

“Oh!”

“Ooh.”

“Harsh.”

“Ouch,” Ashton said, smiling. “That- that was only a peck though, you didn’t even get the full Ashton experience.”

You wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out at him. He stuck out his right back.

“She kissed me in a game of spin the bottle,” Michael piped up.

“When we were fifteen,” You said. “And I remember you used way too much tongue.”

Michael blushed a little bit. “Hey, I didn’t hear you complaining,”

“You were fifteen, bro, she was just happy to be kissed,” Calum said, making the group laugh.

“Yeah, imagine having to watch that,” Luke said. “It was pretty gross but Y/N seemed to enjoy it at the time.”

You laughed. “Like Cal said, I was just happy to be kissed,” you said, winking at Michael.

He rolled his eyes with a grin. “Ouch,”

“I think you kissed me during one of the old music videos, right Y/N?” Luke asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, but I think it got cut from the final thing. I don’t remember which one it was.”

“Was it She Looks So Perfect?” Calum asked.

“No, I don’t think so,”

“Oh my gosh!” Michael exclaimed. “Remember when we tried to get Y/N to run into the shot in her bra and a pair of American Apparel underwear?”

The group erupted into laughter.

“Oh my god, yeah!”

“And she would jump into Luke’s arms at the end?”

“Yeah, yeah!”

“I couldn’t believe you guys even had the guts to ask me that.” You said. “I told them no, of course, but they didn’t drop the subject the entire time they were filming.” 

“So it definitely wasn’t She Looks So Perfect.”

“No,”

“Was it Don’t Stop?”

"Nah, she kissed Calum on the cheek in that one,”

Calum giggled, a small blush spreading across his face.

“Wasn’t one of the recent ones was it? Not No Shame or Easier?”

“No, definitely not, we’d have remembered that.”

“Fuck was it something from Youngblood?”

“Not Girls Talk Boys was it?”

“No, no, no,”

“Jesus, how many music videos am I in?” 

“I think you’re in them all.”

“I’m in all of them?” You said, shocked.

“You didn’t know that?” Ashton replied.

“No, I didn’t know that. I mean I knew I was in a lot but I didn’t think it was them all.”

“Yeah, you always have some sort of cameo,” Luke said. “Even in Try Hard though you refused to ride the Rollercoaster.”

“Fuckin’ hate those things,”

“Oh, found it!” Michael exclaimed, a video playing in the reflection of his glasses. “It was in Good Girls, but it was cut.”

“Thought so,” You replied.

“It was during that slowed down, echo-y part.” Michael continued, dragging the video back a little bit.

“Oh, yeah, they had you jump up on stage and just, like, aggressively kiss Luke,” Ashton said.

You all laughed.

“Yeah. I remember that now. They wanted me to be one of the bad girls which I am absolutely not-”

“What do you mean? That song was about you.”

“I think the fuck not Mr. Irwin.”

That brought on more laughing.

“Yeah, don’t go looking that up,” You said. “Let’s just say there’s a reason it was cut.”

“It’s really not that bad,” Michael defended.

“I disagree, I’ve seen it.”

“I’m not sure how to feel about your strong emotions about this, Y/N,” Luke said with a laugh.

You laughed in return. “Trust me, Luke-ster, you were not the problem.”

“We’re getting off topic here,” Ashton interrupted. “How was the kiss, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes, a small blush creeping across your cheeks. “It...wasn’t that bad... Better than Michael’s anyway.”

“Hey!”

You laughed and Luke shot you a wink through the camera.

“From the video it looks like you were enjoying it, Y/N,” Michael said with a smirk, getting you back for the comment.

“Fuck off Michael it was acting,”

"Mm hm, whatever you say,”

Your face was hot as you remembered it. The director had wanted it to be hot and intense. Wanted you to act like the girl from the song, which was hard for you on its own but you also had to full on kiss Luke in front of a whole bunch of people.

You were glad it got cut.

“The chat says it was hot,” Ashton read with a laugh.

You groaned. “After that behind the scenes video was released fucking (You + Luke’s Ship Name) was all over the place.”

Luke laughed. “I got tagged in a shit ton of Tweets, too.”

You nodded in agreement. “Not that I haven’t been shipped with all of you at one point or another,”

“I bet there’s still some fanfiction out there,” Michael said.

You laughed. “You would know,”

“When’d you kiss Calum?” Ashton asked.

“Drunk at a party,” Calum answered for you, sheepishly.

You gave him a lopsided grin. “That’s super dumb, Cal, I’m sorry.”

He laughed. “It’s okay,”

“You’re apologizing for kissing him?” Luke asked, grinning.

You blushed, laughing. “I guess?”

“That doesn’t totally count, you were drunk!” Ashton said.

“What you want me to kiss him again?”

“Maybe!”

You were all sent into a fit of laughter.

“See? Why do you guys even need me here? You know the stories.” You said, wiping your eyes from laughing so much.

“Because we can’t say who the best kisser is! And neither can any of our girlfriends. You are our unbiased party.”

“How do you know I’m unbiased?” You teased, putting them into a talking-over-each-other frenzy. You laughed. “Seriously, guys, all of those kisses were so long ago. I can’t give a good answer.”

“We just all need to kiss you again,” Luke joked.

“No way!” You protested.

“Why not?” Ashton asked.

“Because you have girlfriends! And that’d be weird...”

“I gotta agree with her,” Michael said. “She’s our sister from another mister, it’d be weird.”

“Sister from another mister?”

“Shut up, Luke,”

“Okay, well, now that I’ve slacked off you with guys for a while I should get back to work,” You said.

“You work for us, what could you possibly have to be doing right now?”

“Unlike you boys, I actually do work.”

They laughed.

“This is our work! We’re catering to our audience.” Michael said.

“Whatever you say,” You replied with a smile. “See you, guys.”

“Bye Y/N!”

You left the meeting and opened your twitter.

‘I’m not kissing them so don’t ask’

[bonesandthebees]

DAMN BRO TOMMY IS COLD AF "you just a bastard" i could FEEL the hurt coming thru the screen when i read that, and then tommy just INSTANTLY regrets it, and dang Bee you really did us like that, just jokes tho i loved the chapter and am so looking forward to the next one! i think this is one of my fav AU's even with how many times i yell in my head at how much of a dumbass wil's being and how they all need to grow up, i can already tell this has a special place in my heart. your writing is just *chef's kiss* and i feel the characters pain. who knew block men and a bee could do me like that. THE FUCKING CLIFFHANGER THO, 10 bucks on Jack doin his signuture "Oi, you alright" as wilby storms off. I personally think Niki is on Florisium (that may not be spelled right tho) because of that flashback scene where thats where she said she would wanna go, possibly plottin some revenge:( i have mixed feelings about niki getting betrayed, on one hand DONT DO MY GIRL LIKE THAT and on the other ik that tommy and wilbur couldnt get her out, i just wish they had thought to tell the guards to open the cell and put in the PIN using their Voices. I love what u came up with for Phil's and Techno's baskstory and it makes so much sense. One of my fav little scenes was where wilburs drunk as a skunk and Big Q is just like "please techno get this man out of my room, he keeps trauma-dumping on meeeee" and found that to be practically the funniest shit ever. anways, i love what youve done with stars so far, and am so excited to see future progress!

-👑

aw thank you!! there's so much pain and emotional complexity with the characters in this fic so it just makes me so happy to know it's pulling people in in a way that feels like the characters pain is their own

i'll confirm right now niki is not on floslium. I just didn't want to come up with another planet name but I wanted her to reference a specific planet in that flashback lol. if she was on floslium aimsey would've heard about it because aimsey and niki also became friends when aimsey was on eldingvegr, and if aimsey knew niki was on floslium they'd tell niki that wilbur and tommy are on zephys iv and they would also tell wilbur where niki is. so yeah, niki's not there sorry to say. good theory though!

oh I've seen people point that out, but that wouldn't have worked even if they'd try to use their Voices to get the guards to unlock the cell. the guards there didn't know the cell passcode. that was specifically because they were dealing with a siren, so they knew that if anything in the silencing barrier malfunctioned niki would've been able to make them let her out.

lmao the quackity scene was so fun to write he was so tired of being wilbur's therapist

[ragnarlothcat]

1/? Yknow one trope that’s super scarce in the obikin fandom? Friends with benefits, my beloved!! (Unless there are fics out there & I’ve just missed them?) & let me tell you? Modern au obikin FWB? Fabulous. But even better: FWB set during the clone wars because can you imagine the PINING. And it’s not a FWB where they gradually fall in love as a result. No, sir. it’s full on: theyre both in love with one another before starting the FWB relationship and they both think the other sees this as a..

2/? fun, casual, convenient, stress relief sort of situation. So they’re both committed to maintaining the act of: “yeah, bro! This is totally cool. You’re just my best friend whom I fuck sometimes but it totally doesn’t mean anything more than that hahahahaha” while they’re literally dying inside from heartbreak. What makes this extra delicious, you ask? Well, we’ve got Obi wans guilt over falling in love with his former padawan but if anakin only sees this as being casual it’s not a big deal

3/? right? Like Obi wan can totally deal with his inappropriate feelings & it won’t get in the way of their friendship or anything!! And then comes train wreck needy emotional anakin who literally is the antithesis of casual- that word is not even in his vocabulary and what if this FWB relationship is literally the first time he’s even gotten with someone !! (Sorry padme, but you & anakin are only BFFs in this au). Btw this whole thought was inspired by an answer you gave in a previous anon’s

4/? ask about anakin’s padawan braid. And you wrote something like: anakin shoving the braid into Obi wans hand and being all gruff and like: “here. Whatever. No big deal. Ugh.” And Obi wan seeing this lacklustre presentation as anakin not caring and he’s trying to be all cool and stoic about it but it’s a sad Obi wan party happening behind that beard. And yeah. It’s all about perceived nonchalance and detachment when in fact they both care soooo much it’s stupid!! Anyway.

5/5 I think about these guys too much and it’s annoying. I’m so sorry that this ask is like literal word vomit. I’ve just realized that but it’s too late now. I’ve committed to it.

This is the exact opposite of annoying, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts! I'm trying to think if I've read an obikin fic with a FWB relationship and nothing's coming to mind (but then, I could easily be forgetting something obvious, if anyone reading this thinks of any fics please let me know). I've read some that are Obi-Wan trying to keep things casual and Anakin being, well, himself, which is excellent but not quite what we've got here.

I love everything you've written so far! I can easily see them working out this arrangement for convenience in the war (they claim) and both being a mess about it. Because yeah Obi-Wan's guilt could easily come from the age gap/former padawan issue. And Anakin would probably mostly feel guilty for the intensity of his feelings and how it might be making him a bad Jedi because Obi-Wan is so calm about everything. So they're both playing it cool and hooking up and being extremely pointedly casual about it.

How would you want it resolved? I'd say one of them slips up and reveals too much? My first thought was they try dirty talk because it works great for Anakin and Obi-Wan gets a little too into and a little too specific with his compliments, but there are so many fun ways! I don't know if you had something in mind already?

Anyway this was a very fun thing to read and for what it's worth I believe you think about these guys the exact right amount (it is possible I am biased)💙💙

[hmspogue]

Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that. 

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me. 

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused. 

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions? 

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught. 

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you. 

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike. 

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong. 

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what? 

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting. 

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏 

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time. 

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah. 

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident). 

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft. 

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug. 

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first. 

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.  

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me. 

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

[zodiyack]

Being Married To Henry’s Characters Would Include...

Requested by @cuisinequeen​: Hi, I love your work. I was just wondering if you could do a headcanon for being married to Clark Kent/Geralt/Sherlock Holmes/Napoleon Solo

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader, Geralt of Rivia x Reader, Sherlock Holmes x Reader, Napoleon Solo x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some references, trashy writing lol

Note: This doesn’t include all of his characters, so my apologies if I misled you with the title. Not all that confident in the HCs so sorry about that too

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @simonsbluee​, @darling-i-read-it​, @fandom-puff​, @thewarriorprincessxo​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @maan24​, @beckster07890​, @missihart23​

Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

Clark Kent

You know he’s superman, therefore, you gotta expect the unexpected

Kiss: Level 100

helping him keep his identity secret isn’t always easy-

you wanna kiss him even when he’s superman but fuck you need him to remain undetected

but you manage

Little hc of the first few months after getting married:

Clark comes home late after a fight you see on tv

you turned it off before anything else happened, too worried already

he’s beat up

your eyes are red and puffy with tear stained cheeks as you stand and cross your arms.

you bet your ass there were cuddles that night.

Later into the marriage, he still scares you like that, but you’ve grown somewhat used to it and wipe the tears away

He’s protective of you too though

Aight sorry, but the gif is making me addicted to Henry kisses so Imma say it again,

best fucking make out sessions ever

yes, I’m gonna say that for all four.

fuck it, Clark!Kisses HCs

they’re soft half the time, needy the other half

if he comes home from superman duties or you have a run-in with a villain, so on so on, his kisses are rougher, needier, more possessive

bitch, he just needs you to know he’s still alive 🥺😢

Henry in glasses really do be hittin tho.

Stealing his glasses

Calling him a nerd because of the glasses

Probably making it a small joke about superman

Especially with oblivious friends

“I think superman’s a nerd.” “why??” “I just do.”

Having to stifle your laughs every time someone gushes about superman in front of him

Clark has to hold you back so you don’t unleash your wrath of fucking doom upon some oblivious woman who wrote about superman in a news article

She wrote things that would make you jealous, like talking about how she’s curious to his personal life *wink wink* and stuff- you don’t just have a raging fury because someone writes about him

Superman this hoe

You’ve made jokes about how he has to take his ring off when he’s superman, but he’s got a feeling that you’re actually not kidding at all

Exercising with Clark

Cursing him out in breathy pants for being more athletic and cheating with his “alien powers”

he just laughs at you

Ah, the difficulty have having a husband with two identities

When you rant about your husband, it’s so hard not to fuck up and say something about being married to Superman

Forgetting that you’re one of the few who knows his identity

Basking in pride because you’re one of the few who knows his identity

One time, Clark forgot to take his ring off and the person he rescued had known him personally.

He asks where he got the ring-

“What ring?”

“The one on your finger. The wedding ring.”

It felt like his stomach dropped...if that makes sense-

Clark ended up making some random story about finding it on the same plane the guy he rescued was on and that he put it on so he wouldn’t lose it.

The guy still thought he was pretty sus, “why was it on your wedding ring finger then?” but let him off after some time

The guy gave it back to Clark in person, but you had no idea what happened,

so when he gave him the ring, you were watching with the most confused look Clark had ever seen

thankfully, he played it off well and informed you later

He forgot to take off his wedding ring? You “secretly” fist bumped the air- ...he totally saw you though

Geralt Of Rivia

I don’t think Geralt really expected to get married

Jaskier didn’t either-

He’s the only one who stands when the priest asks if anyone doesn’t accept... only to ask how the fuck Geralt got lucky enough to get you

Everyone laughed but Geralt, he just grunted and looked away with a lil’ bit o pink tinting his cheeks

You demand he lets you go on adventures with him

You also wash him after adventures

wink wonk ;)))

Geralt is a stubborn thing

You’re a stubborn thing

Y’all love each other

When I say that Geralt is a confusing husband-

I mean that he confuses the fuck out of you

“don’t do that”

“okay”

few minutes later

“I thought you were doing that-”

“You told me not too...?”

“I don’t recall. Do whatever.”

Minutes later.

“What the fuck!?! Don’t do that!”

He’s hard to read and it bugs you

However, it makes a good game out of it

If he ever introduces you as anything but his spouse, you hold a bitter glare while internally plotting

Before you marry, Jaskier hits on you without realizing that Geralt is interested in you

He gulps nervously as soon as it hits him

You might just use that mistake as a way to get back at Geralt for not saying you’re his spouse

Jaskier pleads you not to

like for real

He’s in tears

CuDdLeS!

Congrats, you have a stubborn manbaby for the rest of however long y’all shall live

Kithes

Geralt is a little distant when it comes to admitting his feelings for you at first

When you’re dating, you’re all over each other

Marriage is that but amplified lmao

Braiding his hair

Teasing him not the wink wonk and getting away with it because you’re his spouse

If Jaskier said anything remotely close to the shit you’ve said, Geralt would probably choke him out

But then resuscitate him cause they’re bros

Seeing the softer side of Geralt

Sure, sex, but getting to know each others bodies? Yes.

Soft!Sleepy!Geralt

His deep n husky morning voice telling you to “get your ass back in bed”

Having the excuse of “because I’m his spouse” anytime you do stuff people are too afraid to do

Jealous bb 1 and jealous bb 2 aka Geralt and Y/n

I think Geralt’s the kind of guy to just pick you up, ignore your flailing limbs, and move you out of the way

He takes shit from no one...well, from you SOMETIMES

Gives in to your requests with a sigh and roll of his eyes most of the time

He was protective of you at first

now he’s PrOtEcTiVe so uh

Basically, number one husband, number two bodyguard

you put yourself first for the bodyguard part, but Geralt doesn’t know that

Sherlock Holmes

He asks your family for their blessing, then asks you-

I can imagine Mycroft just ranting away and Sherlock drops to his knee

“What are you doing?”

He ignores his brother and proposes to you

Mycroft is confused and upset because he wanted to rant about meaningless things and Sherlock decided to change the topic

rude

Being married means constant visits from Enola

Probably being the “second parents” to Enola

Gossip with Enola and Eudoria about Sherlock and him as a kiddo

Kicking Sherlock out of the house for sleepovers with his sister

bet

Helping Sherlock with cases

Dealing with Sherlock telling you it isn’t safe

still being upset when he’s right you know it

Finding Enola and Eudoria with him

Snapping at Mycroft for how he treats the girl and everyone else

Threatening Mycroft by just being a badass bitch and telling him to fuck off every now and then

Long story short, you make Enola laugh and Mycroft scoff as he walks away

He’s a stubborn bean, which now that I think about it- aren’t all Henry’s characters?

While he doesn’t say it much, he loves you

You get paranoid with this character too, as he does work that can be very dangerous as well

When he returns, he doesn’t say much aside from that he’s there now and that he loves you

cuddles with him whispering softly,

“I’m here now.” “I’m safe.” “I’m okay.” “I love you.”

Kisses in public either be quick pecks or minute long for goodbyes, but greetings-

especially after being apart for a while?

HC TIME

He comes home on the train and you’re at the station with his siblings

As soon as he spots you, he sets his stuff down because you’re already running at him

You jump into his arms and kiss him hard, not caring in the slightest about the other people at the station

It makes you smile every time he introduces you as his spouse

You’ve heard it so many times yet it still makes your heart flutter every single time

Napoleon Solo

The amount of times you’ve just dropped everything and walked away because he was being ‘too serious”-

You say something, he takes it seriously, you groan and stomp away

But then you know you can do the same back to him

Napoleon is an all around awesome husband but he’s not going to just pretend to agree with stuff

Will correct you no matter how embarrassed you get 

Makes up with kisses or stuff idk

Let me be honest, I don’t know much about writing for Napoleon but he is an icon...sometimes

He’s protective

by that I mean he’s stubborn but really it’s his way of keeping you safe

Would probably lock you in your room even though you’re a, a grown ass adult, and b, his spouse for fuck’s sake?!??!

Doesn’t tell you when something’s bothering him unless he feels the need to

“I’m not a fucking mind-reader, Solo!”

“Neither am I but I still manage-”

He doesn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just- emotions and him aren’t the best of friends

Emotions aren’t exactly friends with most of his characters

He’d much rather just speak with actions than admit anything

Sometimes you worry that he’s just fucking with you

When he proposed, it scared the shit out of you ‘cause you thought it was a joke

Never admits to anything willingly...?

Yeah sorry...Idk, that’s all I got :\

[daincrediblegg]

So glad there's somebody else I can share my Bruno brainrot with, I wasn't expecting to have so many emotions about this man 😭 He's been shunned and thought of as some sort of curse for so long, and even through it all, he still cared about his family. Him feeling like an outcast and like he doesn't belong, standing out in a family full of magical people simply because he doesn't have the ""right"" magic, it hits so close to home 😭😭 I know he wouldn't think it, but Bruno deserves so much.

YEAH BRO FUCKING FOR REAL!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Honestly I didn't really 100% expect it either. This beautiful rat man came in like a fucking sleeper agent for me. Like I literally saw this movie on January 3rd. Top of the year (I still have the ticket stub)- and yet it's only this week that I'm kinda having my "oh" moment about it all. Like maybe I'm feeling that emotional vulnerability to begin with but my god... I've been (and still am in a LOT of ways) been in his position in relation to his family. Like this man knew his family so well that it made it hard for him to know what to do about it and kinda couldn't do anything about it and knew no other solution other than to disappear and lay low. But he loves them so much that even though he knew he had to leave he couldn't LEAVE them. Even though there's so much damage between them for varying reasons- he still loves them so much and absolutely didn't want to leave completely or for good. And he did it all for the sake of his neice??? HIS NEICE???? AN INNOCENT KID WHO GOT A BAD HAND IN THE FAMILY GIFT LOTTERY????? Like yeah. Ok guy. That shit is layered like a fucking onion you've met all my standards lets get married and make a proper dad outta you and give you the life you've deserved this whole time 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺(and not at the discount of the rest of the family either like my god I would LOVE to marry into that family. Mirabel -and the rest of the grandkids- ship her Tio with NOTHING but good things from here on out and you can't change my mind).

And like??? there's stuff like that to glean about the WHOLE movie. With ALL the characters. And that shit gets me jazzed af- it really did take a few more re-watches for that to hit and sink in but I've been close to tears watching it every single fucking time since then. Like I don't think I've been this into a disney film's deeper narrative work since fucking Tangled- and this one may very well edge it out of top slot now honestly because of it (especially since this is the best working 'no true villain' narrative that Disney or Pixar have ever concocted- and it works fucking beautifully better than any of those kinds of narratives they've attempted before). Not to mention the art??? Like finally. Some character design that truly slaps and leans just a little more into good and reasonable stylization and doesn't all just look like twiggy-ass fucking cats all around. Fucking bless. This is a disney movie I would not be mad about winning best animation at the oscars at all it fucking earned it.

[creatingnikki]

This narrative online that encourages ghosting people for your self care is something I'm bitter and severely against. And I have been writing a lot about that. I was overwhelmed by how many people related and felt my words. I feel like I have to clarify certain things. I said this before and I will say this again and again and again: Ghosting people in abusive relationships and friendships is 100% fine. Please do it. Nothing is more important than your safety and emotional stability. I never talk about such situations. What I do, however, emphasize on is when people are just downright selfish and use labels like 'toxic' and 'gaslighting' for others in like three seconds of them being put off by something that person said or did. 

Like bro, if we've been friends since college and I said something that made you uncomfortable, please tell me. You know the person I am. I self reflect and introspect all the fucking time. It's my favourite thing to do. That's why I am a writer. I have the biggest shoe collection because I literally am never in my own shoes. I keep putting myself in other people's shoes to understand things from their perspective and how different things affects us all differently. If despite knowing that, if despite knowing the kind of person I am, you choose to ghost me and then call me viscous things when I confront you, then you clearly have a lot of growing up to do. 

My sister has pointed out on more than one occasion that my hamartia i.e fatal flaw is that I am way too understanding. That I always give people several chances. So yeah, I know a thing or two about shitty shitty shitty people who will manipulate you to no end. And I've given them 2639297 chances. And man has that fucked me up. But it blows my mind that there are people out there who aren't even willing to have a single conversation about something let alone giving a second chance to someone they have known for years and said 'I love you' to since forever. 

People change. Things fall apart. We grow out of the people we used to be. We want space to figure out who we want to be next. Distance happens. Physical and otherwise. That is only natural. I'm not against growing apart. We don't need to have someone in our lives forever. God no. But can we not end things in a decent manner? Can we not find some time in our schedule and some respect in our heart for this other person we've known so intimately? See, those are the people I am so mad at. Not the ones who let go of friendships and romantic partners for their well being or growth or safety. Not in the least. 

When we read things online like 'yeah it's perfectly alright to cut people off' or 'Get rid of those who drain your energy' those things are contextual. But selfish and fucked up people use those statements as self soothing justifications for the cruel things they do to the people in their life. And that's what I am against. You do not want me in your life anymore? Okay. Tell me why. Not because I want to contest it. But because I want to not be left wondering for the next many years about what I did wrong. After telling me why, say a goodbye. That's all. 

And I know the why can be complicated. So if you can't find it in your heart to spare some moments and energy for that, at least have the basic courtesy of saying a goodbye. Damnit. You don't need God's will and the ability to move mountains to end things on a respectful note with most people you choose to separate ways from. Just fucking do it. Let's be better humans and not discard people at the first sign of something unpleasant or inconvenient. Let's not think our self care is in isolation of what we do to others. Let's be better to each other.