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feralnumberfive · 3 years ago

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The Rewatch Academy: Episode 6 of Season 1

“The Day That Wasn’t”

I am in no way a good analyst so my little analysis and speculations probably sound a bit goofy or pretty wild and probably mean nothing at all. Everything I put into this post about each episode is purely what I noticed or thought, whether it’s funny or serious. I will be making jokes, so please just leave it at that (in no way am I trying to make fun of an actor and or character!) I am also in no way saying I noticed this stuff first. This is just what I noticed while rewatching these episodes

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☂ Klaus is lucky that he never got the briefcase shot up

☂ *Hears Klaus flush the toilet and talk* Luther: Oh good, you’re up

☂ Also Luther gave Klaus about two seconds to get up before hounding him again on getting downstairs

☂ Sounds like Tom’s accent slipped a little bit when he said “three days”

☂ Yeah they needed to have a family meeting right away and yet they took the time to go get coffee or at least order it and have it delivered

☂ “Old bastard” and “Our little psycho”

☂ I still don’t get at this point how they wouldn’t believe Five. Look at him, he himself is evidence of his time traveling! He was gone for 45 years, but to them it was only 17. Either way they try to grasp at that, Five would look older if he made it back without messing up. He knew about their father’s death without anyone telling him. I really think all the mistrust comes from the way he looks and the way he acts (they obviously believe he’s just crazy right now)

☂ “What did Five even see?”

☂ Also throw back to 1x02 and I didn’t realized this until now but Five doesn’t have his tie

☂ I know it’s for the title card gag but no one questions the random umbrella falling and popping open

☂ I aspire to be as sarcastic as Hazel

☂ So where exactly is The Commission HQ at? Is it a random location in the real world? If so then wouldn’t normal people happen to stumble upon it? What about their location in space in the comics? Is this in space?? All we know is that it’s in/based off of the year 1955

☂ “I’d like to discuss the logistics of my family’s safety at your earliest convenience.” He cuts right to what’s most important to him. No “How will you stop the apocalypse?” or “What’s my job?” and even “How will my body replacement work?”

☂ Five sounds almost like he’s snapped back into a work mindset. He's suddenly polite and calm with The Handler. Maybe being back in a work environment has made his brain automatically switch into being more professional. However he might also be acting this way to try to throw her off of him being antsy with a plan

☂ Here's some Commission posters shown throughout 1x06

☂ One of us, one of us, one of us-

☂ So basically The Commission makes up history? How do they know what to do and when to make something happen? How do they know it’s right? And what’s The Commission supposed to do when the world ends? Haven't they already fixed stuff in the past or are there just continuous time loops so they need to make sure things happen over and over again? If multiple historical events happen with multiple ways they are made, then which one gets to be in the original timeline??

☂ Dot: No hard feelings! 😁

Ma’am does it look like he’s going to accept that

☂ Wait why are Hazel and Cha-Cha considered the best Temporal Assassins if Five was/is the best?

☂ Well Five has the job of taking down the Hindenburg again but this time from behind a desk. So it’s possible to accomplish “corrections” without actually having assassins do the work. So I guess there’s just so many timelines that they need to fix every single one of them over and over? That sounds like a pain in the ass

☂ TUA portraits!

☂ Y’know I have to agree with Allison on this one. Vanya was left out, however she’s offering to talk with her about the important family matter and Vanya is just denying it. I get she’s upset, but her sister is offering to include her. After Vanya leaves Allison immediately wants to go after her to talk with her. On the other hand Allison should have told her it was an emergency meeting and that they didn’t have the time to ask Vanya to join them

☂ Klaus seems genuinely concerned/upset for Vanya

☂ “We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse. Now, there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids.” Wow spot on, Luther! I can’t believe they actually included foreshadowing for both apocalypses (even though technically it was a chunk of the moon, not an asteroid.) I wonder how much foreshadowing for S3 was put into S2.......

☂ I know it’s big joke about Luther and the moon, but the poor guy just really believes that he was on the moon for an important reason. I mean if I were in his shoes I would believe him too since he had to send a lot of daily updates and samples

☂ “Klaus shockingly has a point. What gives us a win this time?” Shhhh careful Diego, he’s right behind you

☂ Luther is initially the only one onboard with Five on trying to stop the apocalypse. All the others want to go off and do their own thing before the world ends. He tries to get The Umbrella Academy back together to work as a team, but his leadership skills are now severely lacking. Do people *cough cough* mainly people who hate him *cough cough* overlook Luther wanting to also get his family together to stop the apocalypse with his family? Definitely.

☂ “We need the full force of the Academy to stand a chance.” Well golly gee, Allison, what did did Luther just try to do? Was that not him trying to round up all of The Umbrella Academy to stop the apocalypse?

☂ Even though Vanya is ranting, how does she not hear all the creaking metal and shaking cars?

☂ *it’s sunny around them but just the block they’re walking on is rainy until she calms down* “ThAt’S a CoInCiDeNcE.”

☂ The hall floor and Diego’s floor are so dusty

☂ It’s sweet that Diego wants Klaus to get clean in a safe way instead of going cold turkey

☂ Dot, what does “utter silence” mean to you?

☂ “Look at you, deadly little thing.” You’re not wrong, but I don’t think he appreciates being called “thing”

☂ Such a smug smile

☂ So how does Five know all of this about Karl and his son? Does it talk about Otto never washing his hands in the file? That seems like an oddly specific detail but I guess in a case file it gives as many details as possible for the worker to figure out who needs to get assassinated

☂ There are a few cog references all relating to The Commission, so I wonder if this is a nod to “Teenagers” or if they’re just using this terminology

☂ Odd tattoos (sorry for the super blurry pic)

☂ “Can I ask you a cuckoo bananas question?” Hazel is such a fun guy

☂ “Wouldn’t it be nice to kill who you want for a change?” You mean like straight up unhinged murder?

☂ The first time I watched this Hazel and Cha-Cha scene I for sure thought that Hazel was a dead man

☂ This scene just absolutely breaks my heart 💔

☂ *skips 25:24-27:42*

☂ Diego is just so accepting to everything Klaus is saying

☂ I’m sorry, are we suddenly on the set of The Phantom of the Opera?

☂ Diego, I think you’re forgetting a very important person in your life who you let down too who is also dead......(poor Ben can’t believe what his brother just said so he leaves)

☂ “Ordinary is not a word I’d use to describe you.” You’re right, it’s “Extra Ordinary” ha! Sorry Vanya, I had to use that joke

☂ Well at least we know Five ate a sandwich

☂ How exciting! The same division that made a simple candy taste like a candy from the past, but technically it’s not the past since The Commission HQ is based in 1955, is building a human body! That sounds so promising

☂ Sooooo whatever happened to Five’s new body? Is it just sitting in a lab somewhere?? Or is The Handler just lying about it to try to get Five to stay at The Commission?

☂ With the amount of time Five was staring at the suit, it obviously hurt him to know that while he has a new body within reach, he’s not going to get it because he’s about to leave

☂ “Course it’s a bit easier to see from 30,000 feet.” What is she talking about Reconnaissance aircraft? There was no mention of aircraft though so why would she bring that up? My closest guess is that she’s referring to strategic bombing in general, or even the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki

☂ It sounds like Five suddenly has a New York accent when he says “operator” when talking to The Handler about Gloria

☂ Fuck you, Veggie Tales Hargreeves

☂ *skips 36:47-39:48*

☂ Well there’s your hit, Klaus

☂ I love the camera moving with Klaus as he falls and the transition into Vietnam

☂ “Lock and load, Charlie’s away!” Wikipedia’s definition of a “Charlie” is an American military slang referring to the Viiet Cong and North Vietnamese soldiers

☂ Klaus desperately calling out for a medic hurts my heart

☂ Well Luther if you had left then your body wouldn’t be the way it is now

☂ *fucking skips 45:41-50:00*

☂ Ooooh I just really love the entirety of the “Kill Of The Night” scene! If you listen to the lyrics it’s about someone luring someone into a trap to get revenge because they messed with the wrong person (it’s also about love but we’re going to ignore that part). I personally believe it’s aimed at The Commission from Five because the entire time it plays he’s messing things up for them and in some way it’s like a little bit of revenge from him

☂ Why is Gloria confused on who Hazel and Cha-Cha are? Hasn’t she heard their names a ton of times especially since they’re some of the best assassins?

☂ How did Five know which tubes to put the messages in?

☂ You can see at this part how Five immediately gets anxious and antsy. He has a wild look in his eyes. From this point onwards he’s constantly moving, shaking with energy, anticipation, and probably a little bit of anger

☂ “You’re a great disappointment to me.” That’s definitely not the first time he’s heard that

☂ “I don’t belong anywhere thanks to you. You made me a killer!” The first part of that stings. Obviously he feels like he doesn’t belong anywhere, but again I think has to do with the whole “good” and “bad” thing that’s going on. He feels like he doesn’t belong at home because he’s “bad” and has done a lot of dark stuff to get home (it doesn’t help that Luther voiced his acknowledgment of this to Five and now he has that in his mind that Luther knows and somewhat views him as “bad”). Five 100% feels shame in what he has done, and definitely has an issue of coming back to his family with blood on his hands form what he has done. He doesn’t belong in The Commission anymore because he doesn’t want to stay there to do their dirty work to kill or give out kill orders. He’s done with that or at least wants to be done with that life.

The last statement though is Five taking his anger and guilt about being becoming an assassin out on The Handler. She brought him into The Commission, which in turn he became the best assassin across The Space-Time Continuum. It’s not something he’s proud of, and he never enjoyed killing (as much as I want it to be the DNA alteration I just don’t think it exists in the show or at least not yet). However The Handler replies with “You were always a killer. I just pointed you in a direction.” which you can immediately tell has struck a chord with Five. For the briefest second he looks taken aback and his eyes ever so slightly open wider in shock, whether he took that as the truth or just a terrible accusation isn’t exactly clear. Either way he doesn’t like being accused or hearing the truth out loud of always being able to be murderous, a killer.

I believe it’s a mixture of The Handler just trying to get into his head and a combination of the truth. Reginald trained The Umbrella Academy to use brute force, but that doesn’t mean Five had killed anyone but he was definitely violent when it came to stopping bad guys (not to mention in the pilot script he was called a “Ruthless little war machine” after violently attacking and decapitating a bunch of mannequins)

☂ Diego: I’m going to go kill Hazel and Cha-Cha!........Riiiiight after I get done walking with my mom in the park

☂ He’s so happy to see Klaus again

☂ ✨Gremlin✨

☂ Who exactly does Five owe a debt to? Maybe his family after accidentally leaving them and now he wants to save them? Or is it a singular person?

☂ Ouch! Now that’s what I call a problem later!

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☂ Five using “Ya’ll” is weird to hear

☂ Five is talking to his siblings like he knows what’s been happening but in reality he’s rarely been at home so how would he know

☂ I love that Five doesn't even answer Diego at the end and instead just stares at his siblings

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Feel free to comment or reblog with things you have noticed too!

#surprise here's another long over due post!#tra #the rewatch academy #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy

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seagreen-meets-grey · 4 years ago

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When Lightning Strikes Ch. 17

When your life is nothing but a cloudless sky, lightning can come and strike you so unexpectedly, you won’t even know what hit you.

Or: When Hiccup and Astrid meet, it is as if lightning strikes.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19] [Chapter 20]

Crossposted on ao3 and ff.net

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“I’m in love with you.”

Fresh raindrops were hitting the windscreen in an increasing rhythm, the backdrop to her thoughts.

“I’m in love with you.”

She turned on the wipers.

“But I can’t be your friend anymore.”

His voice was haunting her, words replaying in her ears over and over, accompanied by an electric jolt stopping her heart for a beat every single time. She almost anticipated a flash of lightning on the horizon, a crack of thunder rolling through her chest.

The drive back to Berk had never felt this long, the allowed driving speed never this slow. Eyes on the road, she fumbled for her phone, managing to connect it to the car one-handed. There was a call that absolutely could not wait.

It rang a few times, then cut off. Did she have no reception here? Didn’t he? Did he decline her call? Nervously tapping her steering wheel, Astrid flung the phone onto the passenger seat. She would try again if she got stuck at a traffic light. But traffic flowed freely and not much later, she parked in the same spot as mere hours before. She couldn’t believe so little time had passed since she had gotten ready for her lunch not-date (that had totally been an unofficial date).

Dashing through the rain, she quickly made it to the front door and rang the doorbell. But after fifteen minutes of repeatedly pressing the button, she concluded that he either wasn’t home or really did not want to open the door. She tried his phone again, but it just kept ringing and ringing. Which was weird, because he had specifically asked her to call him back, hadn’t he? Why would he not answer her calls now? Had he changed his mind, was he mad that she’d just left like that?

She racked her brain for where he could be, but the weather wasn’t leaving her a lot of options. He couldn’t be at work because it was a Sunday. She didn’t know where any of his friends lived. Hell, she only knew two names, maybe three if she counted the ex-girlfriend. Perhaps he’d gone to the forest again, despite the weather?

But his car was still parked to the side. Was he home after all? She tried the doorbell again, then rang for his neighbor. They could let her in so she could pound at his door, just in case his bell wasn’t working.

“Hello?” came a grumpy voice out of the speaker.

“Ah, yes, hi. I’m trying to get a hold of your neighbor, but he’s not opening. Could you let me in, please?”

“No.”

Briefly taken aback, she blinked a couple times. “I really need to–”

“I don’t know you. If they’re not opening, I won’t either. Good day.” The speaker crackled and went silent.

“Yeah, fuck you too,” she mumbled. “You got great neighbors, man.”

He still wasn’t answering her calls. At this point, she didn’t know whether to be annoyed or worried. Texting him a quick ‘where are you????’, she returned to her car and deliberated her next step. One option was to just wait here for him to get back. Call him over and over again until she got a reaction.

“Ugh!” With a frustrated groan, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. There was a way for her to reach someone who knew him, but even if she was successful, it would be a mighty awkward phone call and she would have to swallow a bit of pride.

“I’m in love with you.”

“Dammit!” She hit her steering wheel, accidentally setting off the horn. Hopefully, it had made Hiccup’s neighbor jump.

The next call went unanswered as well, but that only boosted her determination. There was no stopping her, not so close to her happy ending. She wanted to hear his voice, wanted to look into his wonderful eyes and scream at the top of her lungs, let out all her suppressed feelings that she’d been harboring for him ever since the moment his presence had first struck her like lightning. Three words, one breath. The clear answer he needed to hear from her, the one she needed to speak out loud.

She found Dagur’s contact in her list and sent him a short text, hoping he would help her out first and ask annoying questions later. And lo and behold, twelve minutes later, she had Heather Oswald’s number.

She picked up after the fourth ring. “Hello?”

“Hi. This is Astrid Hofferson, um... We’ve met a couple times, I’m–”

“Yeah,” Heather interrupted her in a tone Astrid couldn’t decipher, “I know who you are.”

“Oh, okay. Great. Uh, I’m looking for Hiccup, actually, and he’s not home or answering his phone. You’re the only person I could get a hold of who might know where he is or…”

“I have no idea.”

“Ah, well then, do you have an idea where I could look?”

The line went silent for a moment. “Without a clue about what’s going on, it’s hard to narrow it down.”

“Oh. Well, maybe–”

“Look, Astrid?” Heather interrupted her. “I know it’s not my place to say. But Hiccup is one of my best friends and he’s been pretty depressed because of you for the past two years. He… cares about you a lot.” Astrid tried to get a word in, but Heather didn’t let herself be interrupted. “I know you two are friends, but you’re not doing him any favors as long as you’re not honest with him.

“Heather, I-”

“Whatever it is you want from him, please tell him so he can stop driving himself crazy.”

“Yes, I know, that’s why I’m looking for him!”

“You are? Good. You might not be aware of it, but you have the power to absolutely break him. I’d rather you didn’t.”

Astrid gulped. “Yeah, believe it or not, he actually has the same power over me. Why do you think I’m calling his ex-girlfriend for help?”

Heather chuckled. “I haven’t heard from him this weekend, but I can think of a few others who might have. I can give you their numbers.”

“Thank you, seriously!”

“I’m doing it for him. Good luck.”

The line went dead and Astrid let out the tension in her shoulders with a sigh of relief. She didn’t have a new lead, but she had gained new options. And she’d just gotten the dad talk from her ex’s best friend’s sister.

Her phone buzzed with a few messages from an unsaved number, sending her a few contacts. She assumed the two people with Hiccup’s last name were his parents and decided to make them her last resort since there was no need to worry them about their son being uncharacteristically unavailable. Besides, they didn’t even know her.

Discovering she actually knew the other people Heather had referred her to, she decided to call Fishlegs first, hoping for not another lecture on how to treat one of his best friends. The one had been uncomfortable enough. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Hiccup, even unintentionally. He was way too important to her, had taken root inside her heart the moment he’d first smiled at her.

She still remembered how he’d been able to make her forget about the sea of people around her in a matter of seconds, joking around about something trivial, grasping her full attention so easily she’d even blinded out her own fiancé, who’d been right there next to her. Looking back, she could only shake her head at her own stubbornness in admitting her immediate attraction and the connection that had been there from the moment their eyes had met. Her skin tingled at the memory of that bolt of lightning striking her to the core…

With a wince, she pulled herself from her daydream, concentrating on the task at hand and making the next call. Fishlegs picked up almost immediately, voice a little wary of the unknown number calling him on a Sunday evening. The horizon was darkening gradually, the last rays of sunlight drowning in the incoming wave of night, the streetlamps outside flickering on one after the other.

Fishlegs didn’t know where Hiccup was. “Maybe his phone is dead? He sometimes forgets to charge it before it’s too late.”

“Nope, it’s ringing. The signal’s getting through. Which means that’s not it.” She didn’t want to waste her time theorizing about why he wasn’t picking up. She wanted to find him, then she could ask him and punch him for leaving her hanging like this. “But do you know where he could have gone on a Sunday night while it’s raining?”

“Hm. You say his car is home?”

“Yes.”

“Well, Snotlout lives nearby, that’s an old friend of his–”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know him.” Tucking her phone between her jaw and shoulder, she started her car. “Where does he live?”

Fishlegs gave her the directions and offered to stay on the phone so she could keep him updated, but she quickly thanked him and hung up before pulling out of her parking spot. This was the worst scavenger hunt ever. At least she could cross calling Snotlout off her list.

Severely hoping to either catch Hiccup this time or at least get a solid lead, she pushed the doorbell ten seconds long and then hit it repeatedly in a short span of time until she heard the static of the receiver.

“Whoever the fuck you are, fuck you. Hiccup, is that you? I want my jacket.” Well, so much for finding Hiccup here.

“No, it’s Astrid, we met once, I think you tried to flirt with me.”

“Wait, the Astrid? Hot Astrid? Hot-strid?”

“Call me that again and you’ll find out how hot my fist is!”

“Okay, okay.” She noted with satisfaction how he was trying to cover up that he was intimidated. “What are you doing here? Came here to get a taste of the Snotman?”

Deciding to ignore his immediate new attempt at flirting (she would handle that another time, for sure), she just rolled her eyes. “Have you seen Hiccup?”

Expecting the same answer she got from everyone else, she was surprised when he said, “Yep. He was here.”

“When?” She jumped on the information, leaning closer to the receiver.

“I don’t know, some time in the past couple hours? I was busy, I don’t check the clock on a Sunday.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Out.” Oh, she wanted to break the door in and slap him.

“But where, Snotlout?!” A dog started barking very closely to the intercom, making Astrid flinch away.

“Shut up, Hookfang! I don’t know, he wouldn’t tell me. Sit, you dumb dog! He just came by for a jacket, he was kinda drenched. Pretty stupid, actually, because he had an umbrella and it wasn’t even raining when I looked outside.”

She bit her lip and frowned. So he was out somewhere, probably still in the rain. Great, so she just had to drive through town and search all the streets of Berk until she found him. At least she had some kind of solid plan now.

“Thanks, Snotlout.”

His answer was drowned out by the barking dog, then the intercom fell silent with a crackling static, but she was already sprinting back to her car. She tried calling Hiccup again, but then gave up with a groan; she wouldn’t reach him. He hadn’t read her text yet, either. So what now, call his parents if he had walked there? She didn’t even know if they lived in Berk.

Reaching for her phone again, she replayed his message. The butterflies tumbled through her stomach again when he said the five words she would never grow tired of hearing. There was the sound of traffic and rain in the background, but that didn’t help a lot, so she replayed it again. And there it was, another lead – he said he’d been at her parents’ place, looking for her. Of course! Maybe he’d mentioned more to whoever had answered the door.

She sped through town, parking right in front of the front door, something her father hated. But right now, she couldn’t care less. Fumbling with the keys for a minute, she pushed the door open and yelled into the house.

“Mom! Dad! Anyone?!”

Her father stuck his head through the door to the living room, glass of wine in hand, wearing his comfy couch pants. “Hello, daughter. We were wondering if you were still showing up for dinner.”

“Sorry, I forgot to cancel, I had something important to do.” She trudged down the hallway to the living room, leaving dirty footprints on the floor.

“Astrid, your shoes!” her father chided her, but she ignored it.

“Was Hiccup here?”

“Who?”

Her mother turned around on the couch. “Yes, your boyfriend was here. He was looking for you.”

Astrid scooched by her dad who almost spilled his wine. “When? What did he say?”

Wilma clucked her tongue in disapproval, shaking her head at her daughter’s wet shoes, two steps from the new carpet.

“Mom.”

Frederick put a hand on her shoulder, holding his glass out of her reach. “Why don’t you take your shoes off and join us? This crime thriller is very entertaining and there’s more wine in the fridge–”

“Mom!”

“Like I said, he was looking for you. I don’t remember when, but it was still light outside. He didn’t say what he wanted, though, and left as soon as I said you weren’t here.”

“Who?” Frederick repeated, confusion written clearly on his face. “The young man you spoke to earlier? What was that about a boyfriend?”

Astrid didn’t have time for explanations to be exchanged. “Which direction did he leave in? This is very, very important, mom!”

“What’s going on, dear? Why don’t you–”

Astrid rolled her eyes with an impatient growl, contemplating threatening to wipe her feet on the carpet if her mother didn’t just come across with the information, but figured that would only spark an entirely different discussion. “Mom, I swear – please just tell me, please!” The desperation had to be showing in her eyes because her mother gave in with a sigh.

“Down the street to Marram Lane, he was on foot so my guess is he was heading for the bus.”

That didn’t make her chase any less frustrating, but it was better than nothing. “Anything else?”

“No–”

“Okay, thanks, bye!” She dashed past her dad who took a surprised step back. Before the front door closed behind her, she could hear him complain about his spilled wine on the new carpet.

Jumping into her car, she deliberated showing Hiccup’s profile picture to every bus driver she could catch, until one of them remembered him and where he got off the bus. But chances were he’d taken the route home and was already back there while she was looking for bread crumbs all over Berk. So she decided on one last attempt. If he didn’t open his door now, she would go home and probably not sleep all night.

If it hadn’t been for the red light near the park, she would have missed it. Tapping her finger against the steering wheel, she absentmindedly glanced outside while waiting for green.

It was the jacket that caught her eye. Chipped print of faded red flames climbing up the dark sleeves, wide and short on a body too tall and lean for the cut. It was him.

The umbrella shaded him from the light of the streetlamps, but she immediately made out the wild auburn hair, the line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, eyes cast down. He was heading for the park, on a shortcut to his house that she couldn’t take with her car.

A honk from behind her alerted her to the green light and she stepped on it, crossing the intersection and pulling over onto the sidewalk as soon as she got the chance to.

She ran, only just bothering to lock her car. The rain was coming down in buckets and she splashed her entire right leg when she stepped in an overly large puddle, but that wouldn’t slow her down.

“Hey!” she yelled. “Hiccup! Wait!”

He had almost disappeared behind the next corner and a few trees when he suddenly stopped and turned around. “Astrid?”

Panting, she came to a stop. “Finally. I looked- I looked everywhere for you.”

“Oh- oh yeah. I’m so sorry.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and showed her the screen. There was a large crack right down the middle and her unsuccessful calls finally made sense. He hadn’t been suddenly ghosting her, after all. “Did… Um, did you get my…”

“I got your message.” Her instincts told her to just grab him and haul him in for a kiss like she’d wanted to for so long, but he’d asked her to talk and she wouldn’t make any rash moves; there was just too much on the line.

For a beat, he looked at her nervously, before he noticed the water running down her face, darkening her hair and clothes. He stepped closer, holding his umbrella over the two of them.

“Thanks.” She wiped wet strands of hair out of her face. Every now and then, a gust of wind blew cold rain underneath the umbrella like a lawn sprinkler that had lost its rhythm. She was exhausted. She’d had a very long day.

It didn’t escape her how his eyes briefly dropped down her face, awakening the memories of his lips brushing hers earlier that day, numbing the tips of her fingers for the fraction of a second, before he averted his face. “I’m sorry if I sprung all this on you, but…”

“No, I’m the one who has to apologize.” His eyes settled back on hers and the shiver running down her spine had nothing to do with the weather. “You were absolutely right, I had been running from my conflicts, and my feelings. I went home to talk to Eret.” She took a deep breath. “We decided to break up.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, I… Was… Was it true, then? About him and…”

“Dana? That wasn’t what I thought it was. You were right about that, too.”

“Well, I’ll have you know I am always right about everything,” he said with a one-shouldered shrug and the hint of a shy grin.

“Hmm, sure.” Her lips were twitching and the invisible string attached to her heart was pulling at her chest. The rain was cold and the heat his body was emanating was driving her insane. The proximity to him, the way he was looking at her, the light of the streetlamps reflecting golden specks in his deep green eyes sending a parade of tingles over her skin. “He hadn’t been cheating on me any more than I cheated on him.”

His brows furrowed; head cocked to the side ever so slightly.

“Emotionally. Not with Dana. And that’s only one of the reasons me and him didn’t work out.”

Shaking his head, his frown deepened. “So… What does that mean now? Astrid, why are you here?”

She mirrored his expression. “Because you wanted to talk–”

“No, I mean, why are you here? In the rain, soaked to the bone? You could have called later, or tomorrow, or any other time.”

“No, I couldn’t,” she replied, trying to lay all the sincerity she felt into her voice. “Like I said, I’ve been running away for way too long.” The world began to blur around her, the traffic and the rain faded, vision narrowing in on him, capturing his gaze so intently, it caused her palms to sweat and her hands to start shaking from the intensity. “I love you. Okay? I love you! I want to be with you, Hiccup! I- I love you.” Her heart was rapidly pumping liquid lightning through her veins from finally saying the words out loud.

The earth stopped spinning as she looked at him, waiting for a reaction. His lips were slightly parted, eyes posing as windows to his soul, alive and starry, burning into her like fireworks into the summer night. With bated breath, knees weakening under his gaze, she felt the electricity buzz around her, charging for the final blow. Seconds passed, small eternities, in which she couldn’t move, the current pinning her to the spot.

Then, he suddenly surged forward, grabbing her face with both hands, and lightning crashed through her as they finally connected in a blinding flash of blue and white. Her chest exploded; high voltage was coursing through her every nerve, every vein, blood alive, heart pounding in sync with his; it was like their souls were magnets, caught in each other’s magnetic field, too strong to disconnect.

Her heart was soaring, quaking, pulsating, the world empty but for them. Their heavy breaths and the deafening thunder in her soul the only sound reaching her ears. Space and time became foreign concepts, the universe narrowing down to where they stood, hands roaming over shoulders, necks, limbs and through hair, unable to linger, always seeking out more, lips chasing lips.

She had to hold onto him as the ground disappeared underneath her feet and she went falling, flying, tumbling through the clouds. Her stomach was doing somersaults, backflips, pirouettes; the lightning strike had left her blind. She couldn’t get enough of his touch, lungs screaming for air, but she couldn’t care less about breathing, reconnecting with his lips after every hasty intake of air, drowning in the feeling of wonder, of pure euphoria.

The only thing she knew to be real was the warmth of his body, the passion that let their lips collide over and over again until she felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the intense electric current running through their bodies like one.

Eyes still closed, they eventually parted for much required air, their foreheads touching, breaths mingling. Her hands were slowly sliding from his neck, resting over his erratic heartbeat, mirroring hers. His fingers trailed down her spine, settling around her waist.

“Did you feel that?” Her voice was shaking.

“The lightning?”

Her eyes fluttered open and her chest swelled with affection at the raw emotion in his eyes and the fact that he felt as much for her as she did for him. She nodded with a gulp.

“I did.” He lifted a hand to her face, gently wiping something hot and salty from her cheek that she hadn’t even noticed herself. “Is this real?”

“I certainly hope so.”

“Hey, if not, at least we’re stuck in the same dream, right?”

“Right.” Getting lost in his gaze again, she blinked when he suddenly cleared his throat and looked around, as if remembering that there was a whole universe out of their wonderful, perfect little bubble.

“We should probably go someplace dry.” The umbrella was discarded somewhere on the ground, dirty and forgotten. “I keep getting drenched today, how is that?!”

The laughter breaking out of her and the look he gave her in return were nothing short of breathtaking, and she wondered if she was ever going to get used to that, already addicted to everything about him, everything he was doing to her. “My car is back there.” She pointed in a general direction over her shoulder.

“Okay.” He leaned down and softly pecked her lips again, followed by another toe-curling, heart-stopping, world-shaking kiss, slow and deep, her fingers clutching at his soaked shirt. Their noses brushed, wet and cold. “Okay,” he repeated himself in a whisper and stepped away enough to entwine their hands, starting towards where she had pointed.

The skin of their interlaced fingers was frigid, but Astrid did not feel the cold. She just felt… free.

His thumb brushed over her knuckles as she steered him back to her car and the contact crackled through her nerves like an inextinguishable fire. Just this morning, she’d been shaken by her own confession to herself, still anxious over the fight she’d had with Hiccup the day before. Entire lifetimes had passed since then.

Glancing at him, she caught his eyes and the blinding smile on his lips. Oh, those lips. She had discovered a new drug and she was already high on it. With a weak fist, she punched his shoulder. “That’s for breaking your phone.” He blushed, rubbing his neck with his free hand. With her own, she fished her car keys from her uncomfortably wet jeans, pushing the button and glancing over him once more. “And what the hell are you wearing?!”

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- End of Part 2 -

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#httyd #hiccstrid #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #heather #fishlegs ingerman #snotlout jorgenson #when lightning strikes #modern au #a bit of angst with a dash of drama #or the other way around #maja writes #ff #fanfic #how to train your dragon

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rextasywrites · 4 years ago

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Little Darling 10 - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction

At this moment, Cassandra came into the room in her human form, giving them all a nod, “I found the place where your daughter is, Mia.”, and suddenly, Mia was filled with so much energy, something she had been lacking for a while. Now it was her moment, now she could rescue her daughter. Running after Cassandra, the rest of the group followed her through mold and mud and fuck knows what kind of fluids leaking from the walls of the lab.

Mia is at her goal. Rosy and her were only seperated by a few walls, but what would happen between those walls?

we are creeping towards the edge! what do you believe? which ending will Mia choose?

Warnings: violence

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

The halls of the lab were covered in black mold, making Mia’s stomach flip over itself again and again. It all reminded her of the accident on the ship, how the first mold monsters attack her, how absolutely crazy Eveline became. Would Rosy do the same to her?

To all of their surprises, not a single monster came out of the mold, instead screams of the scientists captured in the gooey mass, muffled due to the stuff inside of their mouths. They didn’t want to imagine how the mold must taste. “Here.”, Bela pointed to a sign above them, showing the way to the underground lab. Mia didn’t know much, but she knew that a subject like her daughter would be kept far away from anyone or anything else, so the underground lab would be the best point to start searching.

The screams of the scientists and leftover soldiers were muffled as the mold suffocated them, drowning out every last noise as the five women wandered through the cold halls. LED lights flickered around them, making the walk through the halls a dangerous one. At any moment, a monster could attack them, or a soldier.

“Wait, I will go ahead and keep an eye open.”, Cassandra offered and before anyone could protest against her idea, she had changed into her insect form, heading towards the stairs and flying down them. This gave the others time to stop for a second, heading into an office with an open door. Mia sat down on the desk, pushing some useless files on the floor to have enough space. But one caught her eye. She grabbed the file, named ‘Rosemary Winters - DE-001’. Long explanations about her condition were written in there, possible outcomes of the crash between the D-series and the E-series mutation. But no one had guessed the outcome that a vampire lady and her daughters would help the mother of said child infiltrate the lab to rescue her.

“Are you okay?”, Bela sat next to Mia, placing a hand on her thigh. Mia just sighed and shrugged - in this moment she didn’t know anything. What was even happening? How have all her life choices led her to this moment?

“I am...alive. Guess that’s what matters?”, Mia frowned, and the daughters gave each other a look.

“Look, we haven’t been alive for centuries, you have a point there.”, Daniela threw in to lighten the mood. Her own mood had dropped once she realized there were no dirty men to kill, all of them caught by the mold. But maybe she could snatch one on her watch out to get some blood flow going?

Mia caught the first glimpse of her daughter via a monitor still working. Someone was with her in the cell but also caught in mold. Rosy was already older than more than a mere month before. So they were right about the effects of the E-series mutation… “Rosemary!”, Mia screamed her lungs out as they all hurried towards the locked door to the cell Rosy was kept in.

“Let me do this. Step aside.”, Lady Dimitrescu said, had been quiet the past few minutes, deep in her own thoughts. Would her plan work? With a kick against the steel door, it came crumbling down. For a moment, all of them looked very impressed at the Lady - they knew she was strong, but kicking down a steel door like it was made out of warm butter? That was a new one.

“Rosemary!”, Mia cried out as she finally saw her daughter again. Rosy turned around, gasping in shock when she saw her mommy surrounded by the vampire ladies.

“Mommy!”, Rosy yelled in return and the two fell into each other’s arms, crying as the reunion between the two happened. Nothing could make this moment better as Rosy sobbed into her mommy’s chest, holding so tightly onto her, afraid they would take her from Mia again.

“Mia? Rosemary”, but this voice made all the women in the cell freeze. Mia’s head snapped around, and there he was. Standing between the vampire ladies, Ethan was there. Covered in blood and grime and even more bruises, he gave them a weak smile. The Dimitrescu family just watched in confusion what was going on.

“Did no one of you notice him coming in?”, Lady Dimitrescu whispered to her daughters, all of them shaking their heads. All were too invested in the reunion between Mia and Rosemary that the appearance of Ethan surprised them too.

Mia grabbed Rosy’s hand and waved to Ethan that he should come to her. Once he was close enough, Mia pulled him into a bone crushing hug, Rosy hugging the two as well as she could with her small frame.

It would have been such a sweet ending if it hadn’t been for a little problem, and that problem was called Chris Redfield.

“Hello? I am still here too.”, the man said from his prison of mold. Seems like Rosy had managed to tie him to the wall with her abilities, his gun on the other side of the room. Upon seeing him, Mia foamed at the mouth, ready to put enough bullets into his body to make him look like swiss cheese. But there was no need for such brutality...in front of her daughter at least.

Mia rolled her eyes at Chris’ words instead, “You fuckhead better shut up before I make you shut up.”, and in the corner of her eye, Mia could see the sparkle inside of the daughters’ eyes. Redfield for breakfast, what a possibility!

“Listen to me, Winters.”, Chris growled out. Rosy was about to put more mold around him, but Mia placed her hand on Rosy’s shoulder, making her stop.

“Speak then.”, Mia frowned and crossed her arms, everyone ready to attack the monster that was there.

“You don’t understand. All of you don’t understand. Rosemary is the key to ending bioweapons, from now until forever.”, he started to speak from his mold prison, knowing a single wrong word could get him killed. “She is the key and you wouldn’t have agreed to what we would do with her.”

“You didn’t even ask me! You just shot me in the chest”

“Those were my orders!”

“Fuck you and your orders, Redfield!”

“Argh, just listen to me. Once we have Rosy’s blood, we could develop a cure, a vaccine against all bioweapons. She has all the triggers in them. Starting with those monsters over there”, Chris nodded his head towards the vampires, Daniela having to be held back by her sisters so she wouldn’t slaughter him on the spot, “we could heal so much pain from the world. My orders were to kill you as you are the only surviving person with the D-series vaccine inside of you. You are the only person in the world with the D-series inside of you. You, Mia Winters, are a threat to humanity as it exists. So please, just let me go, let us develop the vaccine and heal you. No more D-series for you.”

In this moment, Lady Dimitrescu appeared behind Mia, placing a hand on her cheek from behind, “Don’t forget my proposal, my dearest. Remember what I said about the little one? Don’t make the wrong choice now, Mia…”

What should Mia do? Free Redfield and kill the ‘monsters’ of Dimitrescu instead, or help the Dimitrescu family?

#mia winters #lady dimitrescu #chris redfield #ethan winters #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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willowbird · 4 years ago

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prompt: aaron had a slight ED that he developed as a kid and is now being noticeable to the rest of the foxes even andrew and nicky kinda knew he forgot to eat but the stress from school and exy makes it worse....

I could easily expand on this and maybe one day I will. It hits kinda close to home tho so I’m going to err on the side of brevity just for my own mental space. Thank you so much for the ask! I hope this is what you’re looking for ❤️ ❤️ Take care of yourselves!

Warnings for depression, eating disorder.

Edit: this has been expanded and can also be found on my ao3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Ao3

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Wednesday | 6:04am

The alarm was screaming.

Its cries crashed against his senses like sea-storm waves and Aaron was without shelter. The sound had been crowding him for four minutes now, and he still couldn't lift a hand to make it stop -- even though he was perfectly aware and wide awake. He wanted to stop the sound, he needed the quiet back, but for whatever reason his hand just wouldn't listen to his brain no matter how many times he willed it to move.

Aaron hated days like this.

Wednesday | 8:43am

Nicky slung his arm around Aaron’s shoulders, a grin plastered on his face. His hair was slicked back like a low-budget greaser, halfway between wet and just damp. They’d just finished morning practice and he, Nicky, and Kevin were waiting out in the player’s lobby for Neil and Andrew to finish showering and changing so they could leave.

“Aw man, I am hungry. Please tell me that Andrew and Neil are gonna finish up soon so that we can go get a real breakfast.” Nicky's whining was easy enough to ignore most of the time, but today Aaron was tired and his patience was thin. He had three tests to study for, two essays to write, they had a game coming up on Friday, and Aaron didn't have the bandwidth for Nicky, too.

He shruged his cousin off with a snort. "I'm just gonna hitch a ride to the library." There were still a few hours before his first class of the day, and he needed to use that time for something productive.

"Aww, c'mon Aaron come to breakfast with us! We'll drop you at the library when we're done. It won't take too long!"

"What won't take too long?" When Aaron looked over, he saw Neil and Andrew coming out of the locker room, clean and changed.

"Breakfast!" Nicky announced. "Neil, tell Aaron to join us! It's a family breakfast -- he should be there!"

"You can't just label things "family" events as a way to require people to be there," Kevin said with a long-suffering sigh. Even so, Aaron noticed he already had the menu of their usual breakfast joint pulled up on his phone. The pictures of pancakes topped with glistening syrup and fluffy omelets made his stomach clench in an unpleasant way.

Aaron looked away.

"I've got a shit to do," he said. That would be his final word on it, and to demonstrate, Aaron turned to head toward the doors.

Except Andrew had moved to block him, though Aaron hadn't registered when his twin had circled them. Aaron frowned, lifting his chin in challenge.

Andrew just studied him for a long moment before looking just past Aaron, gaze darting over his shoulder to the others behind him. He lifted a hand and a second later a slim object snapped into it. When Andrew then held it out to him, Aaron saw it was a granola bar.

A quick glance over his shoulder exposed the granola bar thrower as Kevin, who was zipping his backpack shut. They matched gazes briefly and Kevin nodded toward the granola bar in Andrew's hand.

"If you aren't going to come to breakfast with us make sure you get something on your way to the library."

Aaron glared at him, then rolled his eyes and turned back to his brother. Andrew just looked at him, expression blank, and continued to hold out the damn granola bar like he could stand there all day without a care in the world.

A flash of resentment boiled through him. Of course Andrew could stand there so fucking unbothered. Barely anything affected him at all.

With an annoyed huff, Aaron snatched the bar out of Andrew's hand and shoved it into his pocket before stalking out of the building.

Wednesday | 1:15pm

Katelyn ❤️ (13:15): Hey baby! Prof Dixon bailed again ~ you free?

Aa. Min. (13:15): McCallister's?

Katelyn ❤️ (13:16): See u in 5! 😘

Wednesday | 1:23pm

Aaron stood inside the confused cacophony that was McCallister's, an on-campus restaurant that was the love child of a deli and a pub but four times too big, regretting his choices.

It wasn't even the noise that was bothering him the most. It was the smell.

Aaron took two steps into the restaurant and his stomach roiled. It twisted and tightened, curling in on itself in disgust at the sharp, slimy stench of cold cut deli meat cushioned on a waft of double-baked potatoes that filled the restaurant like wildfire's haze. He and Katelyn met here for lunch two or three times a week when their schedules lined up. They both liked the food and they had several corner booths where they could hide in and study together after eating. It was one of their favorite places. But right now, Aaron was fighting not to gag.

“Aaron!” Relief warred with dread at the sound of Katelyn’s voice and he hastily plastered on an imitation of the smile he usually didn’t even have to think about, that always rose to his lips whenever she was around all on its own. It didn’t today, but for Katelyn he could make the effort. For Katelyn, Aaron could do anything.

He turned around once that smile was fixed in place and wrapped his arms around her when she joined him, indulging in a quick kiss that soothed some of the nausea churning in his gut. When they broke apart, Aaron turned to lead them toward their usual booth but Katelyn stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Babe is everything alright?” Worry painted a crease between her eyebrows, her mouth drawn down as she studied him.

Most days, Katelyn’s concern warmed him. It made him feel seen and loved and cherished. Today it put a slash of anxiety through his lungs, breath seeping out through the cut and concaving his chest under the weight of her scrutiny.

Aaron arranged his smile into something tired and unalarmed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a long week, y’know?”

Katelyn hummed like she wasn’t sure she believed him but was deciding to trust him anyway, then she smiled and she released his arm only to take his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Alright, then let’s get some lunch and shut out the rest of the world for at least a little bit, yeah?”

The smell of the restaurant was still choking him and even his skin felt tight. The absolute last thing he wanted to do right now was stay there another second, let alone the hour he had until he needed to think about heading to his next class.

“I’m so sorry Kate, I’ve got to meet with the TA for my history class. I remembered right after I texted you but I still wanted to see you so I figured I’d just tell you when you got here.” He offered an apologetic smile and did his best to ignore the way guilt was now mixing uncomfortably well with the sick already sloshing around in his stomach. Aaron did not like lying to Katelyn, it felt wrong. But he also couldn’t... he couldn’t explain what was wrong with him right now -- not because he didn’t know, but because he was sure explaining it was going to make him sound crazy and that was just the last thing he needed right now. It was better to slip away, go somewhere he could focus on homework or something and just... wait for it to pass.

Katelyn’s expression fell, flashing disappointment, then a sad understanding as she nodded. “Of course. It’s okay babe, really. I’m just glad I got to see you at all.” She smiled then -- that bright, warm, just-for-him smile that always had Aaron’s heart skipping. A small knot of tension loosened in his lower chest, just enough that he was able to take a small breath and offer a more genuine smile of his own in return.

“I love you,” he told her.

“I love you too, Aaron. Take care of yourself and I’ll see you later, okay?”

He made no promises before he made his escape, just a smile and a wave.

Wednesday | 3:37pm

The granola bar tasted like ash in his mouth. It felt like there were iron weights attached to his jaw, making it impossible for him to chew. A fist of repulsion locked around his throat, and it was a physical struggle to swallow.

This was the worst part about days like this.

Aaron knew he had to eat something, because he knew what could happen if he didn’t and the only thing worse than having to put up with feeling this way, dragging himself through the mud of his own psychosis one step, one mile, at a time -- was doing it with everyone watching him struggle.

So he forced himself through half the granola bar. He knew better than to push for more than that, or all his efforts would be wasted into the nearest trash can.

Wednesday | 7:51pm

Practice had been brutal. It had been so bad that even Nicky hadn’t been able to cheer himself through it and was just as bitter and on edge as the rest of them by the time they hit the showers.

Aaron sat in the lobby and waited for the others, feeling old. He felt tired. He just wanted these stupid pissing contests to stop and everyone to shut up. He wanted the world to be completely silent, completely empty. Emptiness sounded nice. Sounded peaceful. Sounded right.

The sharp scuff of shoe-rubber against tile had him cringing so hard his shoulders ached and he peeled his eyes open to glare at the source. Andrew stood there, hands in his pockets, blank-faced and too knowing.

Aaron snorted and looked away.

The couch shifted slightly as Andrew took the spot next to him. There was the soft shk of a blade cutting into something crisp and when Aaron looked over, Andrew was holding out a small sliver of apple. His brother wasn’t looking at him. Instead, the other Minyard was dispassionately staring at the tv, which was playing some sports channel that Aaron knew very well Andrew didn’t give a single shit about.

For a long moment Aaron just stared at the side of his twin’s face, but it was impossible to know what, if anything, he was thinking about. Finally, he looked at the sliver of apple. It was pale, small, unobtrusive. Aaron’s stomach clenched, a mix between hunger and repulsion. All he’d had today was that half a granola bar -- which had been both too much and not enough. His throat tightened as he stared at that innocuous slice of fruit, but he was almost focused more on the hand holding it. His eyes burned and he looked away, but not before taking the slice.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tw: depression #tw: eating disorder #tw: ed #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #twinyards #of course i made it a twinyard drabble #because i'm a sucker for the boys supporting each other #going into a small headcanon in the tags here #i hc andrew struggles with food #similar to what aaron goes through here #but more intense #because he has a very complex relationship with food #based on his past #and then the manifestation of his depression does not help #i actually have a wip based on this #from andrew's pov #where we see him dealing with his ed #and the way the monsters support him through it #sometimes his ed crops up due to his depression #and sometimes its separate #anyway #this was an unnecessary a/n in the tags here #but that's why andrew took the approach he did in the drabble #because how he treats aaron in this is how he needs to be handled when he has his own episodes

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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Grey’s Anatomy Prompts

I’m going a tad stir crazy, so I decided to make a prompt list of 80 Grey’s quotes I love. This may have been done before but I don’t care. It’s mostly angsty prompts and it’s long as hell. (Break at 15)

1 “When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.” —Meredith Grey

2 “Don’t let what he wants eclipse what you need. He’s very dreamy, but he is not the sun—you are.” —Cristina Yang

3 “Your choice, it’s simple: her or me? And I’m sure she’s really great. But I love you. In a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.” —Meredith Grey

4 “If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there.” —Mark Sloan

5 “It always feels like there is just one person in this world to love. And then you find somebody else, and it just seems crazy that you were ever worried in the first place.” —Lexie Grey

6 “Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice, so use it. Speak up. Raise your hands. Shout your answers. Make yourself heard. Whatever it takes, just find your voice, and when you do, fill the damn silence.” —Meredith Grey

7 “Not everyone has to be happy all the time. That isn’t metal health. That’s crap.” —Meredith Grey

8 “Breakthroughs don’t happen because of the medicine. Real breakthroughs happen because someone is scared to death to stop trying.” —Derek Shepherd

9 “We don’t get unlimited chances to have the things that we want, and this I know. Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life.” —Addison Montgomery

10 “And if you can't do it, if you aren't willing to keep looking for light in the darkest of places without stopping, even when it seems impossible, you will never succeed.” —Amelia Shepard

11 “Oh screw beautiful! I’m brilliant! If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.” — Christina Yang

12 “You were like coming up for fresh air. It's like I was drowning and you saved me.” — Derek Shepard

13 “The only time I don't feel like a ghost is when you look at me, because when you look at me, you see me. You see me. This is me.” — Owen Hunt

14 “It's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose.” — Richard Webber

15 “You are my person. You will always be my person.” — Christina Yang

16 “It doesn't matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up. But maybe that's the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up.” — Alex Karev

17 “Please, don't chase me anymore, unless you're ready to catch me.” — Callie Torres

18 “Change … we don’t like it, we fear it. But we can’t stop it from coming. We either adapt to change, or we get left behind. It hurts to grow. Anybody who tells you it doesn’t, is lying. But here’s the truth: Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh, sometimes, change is good. Sometimes, change is … everything.” — Meredith Grey

19 “Intimacy is a four letter syllable for- here’s my heart and soul, please grind them into a hamburger and enjoy. It’s both desired and feared. Difficult to live with, impossible to live without” -Meredith Grey

20 “You can have the worst crap in the world happen to you and you can get over it. All you gotta do is survive.” -Alex Karev

21 Walk tall. All you can do is be brave enough to get out there. You fought. You loved. You Lost. Walk tall.” -Mark Sloan

22 "Just because people do horrible things, it doesn't always mean they're horrible people."-Izzie Stevens

23 "I am woman. Hear me roar." - Miranda Bailey

24 "I love everything about you. Even the things I don't like, I love. And I want you with me. I love you and I think you love me too. Do you?" -Jackson Avery

25 “If you want crappy things to stop happening to you, stop accepting crap and demand something more.” -Cristina Yang

26 “You didn't love her! You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her, because you don't destroy the person that you love!” - Callie Torres

27 I am not an ugly duckling. I'm a swan."-April Kepner

28 “Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big 'pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window', unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.” - Meredith Grey

29 “I’ve had to give up things but what I’ve learned is that I don’t need much. I don’t need much to be happy.” -Arizona Robbins

30 “I need the day off. For drinking.” -Addison Montgomery

31 "It turns out sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. Sometimes you have to make a big mistake to figure out how to make things right. Mistakes are painful, but they're the only way to find out who we really are." -Denny Duquette

32 “In the beginning everyone is there, but then they forget.” - Amelia Shepherd

33 "Knowing is better than wondering. Waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying." -Meredith Grey

34 “You have to go back to the beginning to understand the end.” -Teddy Altman

35 “Yeah we’re friends…I mean right now I’d probably say you’re one of my best friends.”-George O’Malley

36 “I’m just gonna feel bad that I made it so you can never love again” -Jo Wilson

37 "The future is the home of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes." -Owen Hunt

38 “There’s a land called passive agressiva, and you’re their queen” -Derek Shepherd

39 “Let’s play a game of whose life sucks the most. I’ll win. I always win.” -Meredith Grey

40 “I take things personally. I get emotional.” -Lexie Grey

41 “Stop looking at my like that. Like you’ve seen me naked” -Meredith Grey

42 “Pretty good is not good enough, I want to be great.” -Cristina Yang

43 "Don't let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. Speak up. Raise your hands. Shout your answers. Make yourself heard. Whatever it takes, just find your voice, and when you do, fill the damn silence." - Meredith Grey

44 “Let’s just make-out on the couch.” -Nathan Riggs

45 "Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop." -Meredith Grey

46 “Deal with your jealousy. Deal with your shortcomings. Don’t put your crap on me.” -Stephanie Edwards

47 "I know I'm not a lot of things that you've gone for in the past - I know, but I would never leave you. I would never hurt you. And I will never stop loving you.." -George O’Malley

48 “Sometimes you have to be a shark.” -Lucy Fields

49 “Don’t look at me like that. Like I’m damaged goods. I’m still me. I’m still here.” -Adele Webber

50 "More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better." -Meredith Grey

51 "More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better." -Meredith Grey

52 "For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything." -Alex Karev

53 "You can't be an ass to me all day and then expect me to give you respect." - Lexie Grey

54 “Some days, the whole world seems upside down. And then somehow, and probably, when you least expect it, the world gets right again.” -Meredith Grey

55 “Shut up. Dance it out.” -Cristina Yang

56 “We may only be together five minutes every two months, but when we do we will savor every second. We know how valuable those five minutes are.” -Ben Warren

57 “There comes a point when you have to suck it up and stop whining and start living” -Callie Torres

58 “Please don’t give up on me. Promise. Promise me you won’t.” -Arizona Robbins

59 “Bad things happen, but you have to move past it. Leave it behind. The sooner, the better. Or it’ll eat away at you and stop you from moving forward.” -Miranda Bailey

60 “This is the way the world changes. Good people, raising babies right” -Catherine Avery

61 “The problem is we are human. We want more than to just survive. We want to love.” -Lexie Grey

62 "There's a club. The Dead Dads/Moms/Parents Club. And you can't be in it until you're in it. You can try to understand, you can sympathize. But until you feel that loss... My dad/mom/parent’s died when I was AGE. NAME, I'm really sorry you had to join the club." -Cristina Yang

63 “I’m going to die because these people aren’t properly trained” -Derek Shepherd

64 “I believe if you were dead, the world would be a better place” -George O’Malley

65 “You think you broke me, NAME? You’re the one who put me back together.” -Mark Sloan

66 “I want so much for you. For both of us. So much more than this. More than being stuck with someone who feels stuck. I want you to feel free.” -Callie Torres

67 “Every kiss before the right kiss doesn’t count anyway” -Derek Shepherd

68 “The expected is what keeps us steady. It’s the unexpected that changes our lives forever.” -Meredith Grey

69 “Promise that you’ll love me, even when you hate me.” -Meredith Grey

70 "The problem is, fairytales don't come true. It's the nightmares that always seem to become the reality." -Meredith Grey

71 “How are you fine? How are you just completely fine? I am ruined, okay? I am dead, I am wrecked." -Cristina Yang

72 “I didn’t like teenage girls when I was a teenage girl.” -Cristina Yang

73 “So you fight. Until you can’t fight anymore.” -Amelia Shepherd

74 “Don’t analyze everything. Just do it.” -Alex Karev

75 “Some lies aren’t lies. They’re love.” -Meredith Grey

76 “That’s where love exists, in delusional fantasies.” -Meredith Grey

77 "Friends are the family we choose." -Meredith Grey

78 "Don't ever date a man who can't handle your power." - Meredith Grey

79 "It’s not hard. It’s painful but it’s not hard. You know what to do already. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be in this much pain." —Miranda Bailey

80 “You’re my heaven. But maybe ... maybe I’m your hell.” — Denny Dequette

#grey’s anatomy prompts #grey’s anatomy quotes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #meredith grey #derek shepherd #callie torres #mark sloan #christina yang #lexie grey #miranda bailey #richard webber #denny dequette #george o'malley #alex karev #long post

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mochiyoonfi · 4 years ago

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Without You (YG)

Synopsis: Months after you’ve broken up, Yoongi sees you with Jimin, one of his friends. He was Jimin’s hyung. How could he replace you with him? And what made him more upset was the pang, the clench in his heart when he saw you smiling with the younger man. He didn’t still love you. Did he?

Universe: Breakup!au

Pairing:Exs: Yoongi x reader. Current relationship: Jimin x reader

Warnings: Angst. Angst. Angst. Just plain angst. Really slight fluff.

Word Count: 4.3k

“Yoongi I still love you! We can work everything out! It was just one argument! I love you-”

“Y/n.” His tone was cold. A lot colder than it had ever been when he had spoken to you before.

He had changed. He wasn't the same, smiling boy he used to be. His career had destroyed him. His stupid boyband had taken your happy, cheerful, silly boyfriend and turned him into a perfectionist who never seemed to be happy anymore. He wasn't happy with his achievements and he certainly wasn’t happy with yours.

“It doesn’t matter if you still love me. Can’t you tell?”

Yes. You could tell. The way he didn't smile anymore wasn't just because he had changed. It was because the way he had changed meant he didn't want to spend time with you anymore. He didn't even want to be near you. All the nights he left you on seen, not replying to your persistent, loving messages weren’t an accident.

“I no longer love you.” He didn't even look you in the eyes. But you didn't need him to. You already knew how he was feeling. He was heartbroken right now too; it wasn’t just you. The years you had spent together suddenly seemed like a waste. Like maybe you shouldn’t have spent all of your love and affection on him. All the times you had waited for hours, staring at your phone for a text that you would never receive.

You brushed away your tears, determined now to break down. Not before you got your answers. “Why Yoongi?” When you felt your voice crack, you let go. You couldn’t hold back the torrent of tears gushing down your face. And you didn't even want to. “I was amazing to you! I wasted years of my life on you! Why are you doing this to me?”

He looked over, but closed his eyes immediately, fighting back his own tears as he packed up his belongings. The way you were sobbing over him made him feel like a monster. How could he do this to the girl he had promised to always love and take care of? But he had to.

“I don't enjoy spending time with you. At the end of the day,” He took a deep breath. Whatever words he said next had to be awful enough so you wouldn't cry over him when he finally left your shared apartment. “At the end of the day, you were just another item on my checklist. Another task on my schedule.”

You laughed and he flinched, not expecting such a reaction from anyone who was being broken up with, and especially not from you. “Yoongi, I still love you.” He grimaced and you giggled shallowly. “I won't try and stop you. Your happiness has always meant so much more than mine. And this time won't be any different.”

As he heaved his bag onto his back, tacking his suitcase in hand he stared at you, no emotion apart from pure regret. He didn't regret what he was doing, however. He regretted that he had waited so long to do so. He regretted leading you on so much that you still smiled when he broke your heart into pieces he even doubted were fixable.

“One last time?” You barely recognised your now former lovers voice, it was so broken and heavy.

You tilted your face up to his, meeting his lips, as your tears joined in the middle, salting the taste of your kiss. Unlike the earlier kisses you had frequently shared, full of love and lust, bringing the two polar emotions together as one, reaching fervently to find a deeper part of each other.

This kiss was sad, even a little reminiscent; one last memory before both of your lives changed drastically. You pulled back first, planting a kiss on his forehead as you smiled sadly at him. “It’s not all bad. You loved me at some point, right?”

He nodded slowly. “I used to but-”

You pressed a finger to his lips and he shivered from how cold your skin was, maybe it was almost as cold as your felt heart right now. “It doesn't matter. We had fun. I won't regret it.”

He smiled and helped you to your feet, and you hoped he didn't notice how bad you were shaking. “Then I won't regret it either then.” He whispered.

The last you saw of who you thought would be your one and only eternal love, was his back as he walked out of the door. The smell of rain wafted towards you, awakening a deeper sorrow inside of you. He left the door open and you rushed forward, stepping out the door, feeling rain land on your skin, wetting your clothes and hair. His figure walked down the driveway and stepped into a waiting taxi. You sighed and walked down to the middle of your driveway, waiting, of course, until Yoongi had left so he wouldn't see you. Your bare feet scratched on the ground. “Fuck it all.” You whispered. “Fuck. It. All.”

The rain traced your face and you couldn’t tell if you were wiping away tears or rain.

~♡~

You were in denial at first. You refused to believe Yoongi had actually got up and left. You didn't want to believe it was true. Maybe it was all some sick joke. You scoffed. He wasn't even that amazing. You would be able to find someone new. Someone better. Someone that would make Yoongi forget the reasons he had broken up with you.

A few days later you exited your stage of grief and entered one of just pure anger. You were mad at Yoongi. You were mad at yourself for not knowing he was going to break up with you. Heck, you were even mad that you still cared this much. That's when someone knocked on the door. You didn't go and unlock it. You didn't have any energy left for that. And you didn’t care, The door creaked open nonetheless and you jumped to your feet, expecting to see a sheepish Yoongi, apologising for breaking up with you, and you would yell at him, then you'd both cry and everything would be alright again. “Y/n?” The face you were met with was not Yoongi’s and you looked down at the floor, resisting the urge to cry again. “I-I-I, Yoongi sent me to pick up his stuff.”

“He couldn't even do it himself?” You spat, acid maring your voice.

Jimin stepped closer to you, looking worried. He was one of Yoongi’s friends, but in the past few months he was as good as your friend too. Jimin was also a member of Yoongi’s band, BTS, however. And your eyes burned with rage again and you stepped close to Jimin, who flinched.

“You're the reason Yoongi broke up with me!” You snapped.

Jimin pointed a finger at himself, disbelieving your words were intended for him, although he was the only one apart from yourself in the apartment. “M-me?”

“Yes!” You sat down on the floor, cross-legged. Fire had ignited in your heart and you didn't even try to stop yourself. “You and BTS! Yoongi changed after he met you guys! He became different! He was so focused on making his stupid fans happy that he wasn't even happy himself! He began to just ignore me! It was like I wasn't even his girlfriend! Like he didn't love me!”

Jimin nodded. “Let it out.”

“I would spend hours,” You yelled. “Outside his studio, happily waiting for him! I was happy just because I knew I would get to see him! I wasted hours just waiting for him! I spent so long trying to find ways for us to reconnect! For us to hang out! He would just say he was busy and give me that annoying gummy smile! He didn't love me! He loved making music and being popular! I was so good to him…”

You collapsed into your hands and began sobbing. “Why didn't he love me?”

Jimin hugged you, letting you sob into his shirt. You felt you should've hated him. He was a part of the people who took your Yoongi from you. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’ll all be okay.”

Just the words ‘okay’, seemed to be a comforter to you. It calmed you, soothing the scars on your heart that Yoongi had carved, without even meaning to.

~♡~

Jimin came to your house everyday. He was soon the only person you wanted to see. You ignored your parents calls. When you saw Jimin’s name flash on your phone, however, you would reach instantly for your phone to pick up. His laughing voice warmed your soul. The only thing you needed. He was your placebo. Jimin somehow knew when to speak and when to just listen. He knew when to give you space and when to hug you.

And finally, 6 months later, you woke up happy. You couldn’t explain why. You were just happy. The thoughts of Yoongi far from your mind. Relief rushed through you. You had successfully gotten through your breakup. When you had felt like giving up, you had still kept going. No. It wasn’t because of your effort. Jimin was the person you had to thank.

“Jimin?”

Of course he picked up the phone instantly. He enjoyed and anticipated talking to you just as much as you did. “What's wrong Y/n?”

“Nothing!” You laughed. You noticed it was your first real laugh since the night Yoongi broke up with you, other than those crazy laughs you couldn’t contain while he shattered your heart. Instead of hollow sadness at thinking over your former lover, you felt nothing. “Nothings wrong! I-I’m so happy!”

He laughed over the phone. “I’m coming over there right now.”

“Please!”

You hung up the phone and rushed to get changed and to brush your hair. This would be the first time Jimin had seen you in over a year that you weren’t in pyjamas and crying or yelling.

And you wanted him to see you happy.

~♡~

“Hyung! You’re back from the military!”

Yoongi smiled, patting Jimin’s back. “It’s good to see you guys again. Jin went to see his girlfriend first. But-”

“Yoongi!” “Hyung!”

The remaining two thirds of the maknae line ran to Yoongi, grabbing him into a group hug. “We missed you so much! BTS isn’t the same without you and Jin hyung.”

Yoongi’s heart warmed. It had been a while since he had been fawned over, since he had felt so needed. Almost two years actually. He laughed as Jungkook wiped back tears.

“We’re throwing a huge party tonight!” The youngest boy boasted, his hair longer and curlier than it had been a year and a half ago, his mischievous grin still plastered on his face.

“For you.” Taehyung stated, as if it weren’t obvious. He sported bright red hair like he had almost 5 years ago when they had been promoting their music video, ‘Save me’, except it was in a mullet, his iconic boxy smile exactly how Yoongi had remembered it.

Jimin flicked Taehyung’s ear. “And Jin hyung too.”

The eldest of the maknae line hadn't changed much in Yoongi’s time away. He now had blonde spaghetti hair, similar to their DNA music video. His lips were redder though, almost as if they were recovering from bruising. “And Jin.” Taehyung agreed.

Yoongi laughed and grabbed their arms. “Let’s go inside.”

“This is a rather large party.” Yoongi stated.

Jimin laughed. “Well we were just going to have us and everyone from Big Hit, but then some of the other idol groups wanted to come-”

“My friends wanted to come too.” Taehyung added.

Jin wandered into the room and grinned at them. He whispered something to his girlfriend, who nodded and left. Instantly the maknaes set upon him, grabbing him into a hug as they had with Yoongi only hours ago.

“Jin hyung we missed you!” Jimin whined.

Jin smiled. He still looked the same as when he had entered the military, expect for his additional muscles. He was almost like a vampire. “I missed you guys. We got to see Joon and Hope before we left to come back though, so that was good. I hope they’ll do okay in the military too.”

Yoongi nodded. “I didn’t know Joon regrew his mullet.”

Jungkook laughed. “He and Taehyung wanted to regrow them. I just wanted longer hair.”

Tae nodded solemnly. “It looks good on you.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I don't want to stand here and watch you two flirt with each other. Jimin do you have a girlfriend yet?”

Jimin flinched. Jungkook and Taehyung glanced at him nervously. “W-well hyung I do but-”

“Do I know her then?” Yoongi asked. “Tell me. It’s about time you get in a relationship.”

“You know her b-but-”

“Is she here? I wanna meet her.”

Taehyung stepped in front of Jimin. “Yoongi she’s over there.”

Yoongi’s eyes followed the direction Taehyung was pointing and he almost froze. A girl with long punch pink hair, in an ombre into watermelon pink, wearing a black short dress and white boots. You turned and smiled at them, waving.

“You..you’re dating her..?” Yoongi asked softly.

Jimin nodded. “I fell in love hyung. She needed a friend to be there for her when you left her. And I was that friend. For a long time.”

Jin and the two younger men were looking increasingly uncomfortable, even Taehyung, who had been unable to contain himself from telling Yoongi who it was Jimin was dating, looked as if he regretted it. When Jin’s girlfriend called him over, the three took it as an excuse to leave, and quickly rushed through their goodbyes, hurrying away from the awkward situation.

“When did you start dating?” The words that left his lips were barely audible, especially not over the loud noise of the party around them. But somehow, Jimin still heard.

“8 months after you guys broke up. I expressed my interest after 7 months though, she needed a little longer.”

Yoongi’s fists balled. “She’s mine-”

“She was. You broke her heart. You made her feel awful.” Jimin closed his eyes, suppressing the memories of his now girlfriend crying herself to exhaustion every night, because of the man who now stood in front of him, claiming her as his. “But it’s okay. She’s happy now.”

“She can’t possibly be-” Yoongi scoffed.

Jimin waved you over and Yoongi’s heart began to race. You walked with a bounce in your step, more confident then Yoongi had ever seen you. You first kissed Jimin’s cheek, then extended your hand to Yoongi.

He didn’t take it, and you lowered your hand, confidence wavering. “Yoongi sunbae. It’s been a while.”

“S-sunbae?” He asked. “N-no call me Yoongi. We know each other.”

You flashed a glittering smile at him. “Of course. How was your time in the military?”

Yoongi shrugged, trying to ignore the sickness pooling in his stomach. You couldn't make him feel bad. He was the one who did this to you. He had let you go-

“Have you been doing well lately? I saw your new song; Without You In Paris. The lyrics were really great.”

He nodded. You looked to Jimin for help, but he looked just as confused as you. Finally he took you by the waist. “We’ll go now hyung. Enjoy the party.”

He couldn't enjoy the party. All he could think of was you. Smiling so carefree as if you had never loved him. As if you had never smiled like that for him. Had you smiled like that for him? He couldn't remember.

You had never worn such form hugging clothes when you were with him. You didn't dye your hair because it drew too much attention. Why had you suddenly changed so much? It had been a little under two years since he had seen you. What had changed? Was it just the breakup? Or was it Jimin?

“Can I speak to you?”

You were the last person he had expected to talk to him. He nodded ferociously, wanting answers to his many questions.

The two of you stood outside on the balcony, looking out across the city lights as the cool night air washed around you. You spoke first, breaking the undeniable tension.

“Jimin suggested I should speak to you.” Your own voice surprised you. You had expected your voice to come out as a croak, or scratchy, betraying the fear and nervousness you felt. “He said he saw longing in your eyes. A longing only I could understand.”

He nodded. “Jimin knows me well. Not as well as you though.”

You smiled sadly. “No one will ever know you as well as me.”

“I never regretted it.” Yoongi said, voice broken as it was that last day you had with him. “I never felt bad for breaking it off.”

“I missed you. I called you everyday for the first month, begging you to take me back, telling you I would change. I left so many voicemails. And you-”

“And I listened to them all.” He finished. “I listened to every single one of them, but never replied to you.”

You smile washed away. “I know. It’s what made it all the harder for me. I still loved you for months.”

“The song, Without You In Paris, was about you.”

You nodded. “I had suspected such. I had only told you of my burning desire to travel to Paris one day. The lyrics… they really helped me.”

“How so?” He asked, glad that the conversation had switched to something he knew so well; music. “Regrets? Never. I’m sorry for the tears. The passion’s gone. I’m not looking back. One last time, for you.” You quoted the song perfectly, the words natural on your soft lips. “I realised I shouldn't have regretted things I couldn't have changed anyway.”

Yoongi nodded. “I wrote it looking at your picture. I was only ever sorry for making you cry.”

“It wouldn't have worked out.” You whispered.

“Our first concert in France was in Paris, and it was the first concert after our breakup.”

“I know.” You whispered. “I watched it.”

“To see Jimin?”

You looked down at the city lights, listening to the raging party inside. You plucked a hair from your head and watched it flutter below you, falling out of sight. “To see you.”

“I thought of you and only you in Paris.” He finally said after a gap of silence.

Tears began to flow down your face. “I went there with Jimin during our fifth month of dating. I was crying in my room the whole time. But it was what I needed. To forget the man who had ruined my heart.”

He began to cry as well, silently as he gazed off at the glittering moonlight.

“The best days of my life were with you.”

He managed to wipe away his lingering tears and he gazed at you. “Shouldn't you hate me? Haven't you tried to wipe my existence from your memory? After all I’ve put you through?”

“I loved you Yoongi. When you started breaking up with me, if you would've said you didn't mean it, I would've taken you back right then and there.”

“What about now? He croaked, even though he knew it was a hopeless question with an obvious answer.

“The best days of my life were with you.” You repeated, words stinging your lips with emotions you didn't fully understand. “At first I tried to forget I ever met you, that we ever fell in love.”

“Why didn't you?”

“Because I loved you. You were such a large part of my life. I couldn't erase the effect you had on me. But I needed to move on.”

“With one of my best friends?” He murmured.

You giggled slightly as you wiped away your own tears. “It wasn't a choice. I just fell in love. I didn't even realise it at first. It just happened over time.”

“But how...with Jimin? You were just friends...”

You nodded, the cool air bristling the hair on your arms, making you shiver. “He was just a friend. Then he told me he felt a connection, and I tried to avoid him, thinking it would be better to avoid ever getting in a relationship again. But the more I avoided him, the more I missed him. I realised I loved him. And when I finally went around to his house after a month of avoiding him, he asked me out.’

Yoongi sighed, feeling increasingly dissatisfied as he heard footsteps approaching the glass slider door separating them from the rest of the party.

“Y/n, it’s getting late.”

You smiled, turning away from Yoongi to walk towards Jimin, then she turned back. “Yoongi, I’m really sorry-”

“No you’re not.” He replied coldly, eyes filled with either fury or disappointment, you couldn’t tell.

Jimin grabbed your hand lightly, tugging you away from the older man as you finally tore your eyes away from him.

~♡~

“Y/n what did you guys talk about?”

You instantly recognised Jimin’s tone of voice. He was worried, but trying hard not to be. You glanced over at him, sitting on the couch, wearing just a singlet and jeans, his blond hair ruffled. Smiling, you approached him, taking off your jacket and sitting on his lap. “Are you worried?”

At first he didn't answer but he finally sighed and rested his head on your shoulders. “I’m not worried. I’m jealous.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re jealous that you aren’t my ex?”

He nestled into your hair, laughing, causing you to jolt from the cool air. “I don't want to be your ex, don't worry. He was sad, you cared. A lot. I wanna see you that worried over me.”

You stroked his hair. “Chimmy I don’t want to worry over you like that. I want you to be so happy I don’t have to worry.”

He pulled back and frowned. “But-”

“I was worried for him. I don't know why, probably because I loved him for so long.”

“Do you still love him?”

You looked deep into his eyes and planted a kiss on his nose. “Yes.”

He gasped, tears welling in his eyes within an instant.

You raised a finger to his lips. “But I love him as a friend. We have a really deep bond that we can't, and that I don't want, to break.”

Jimin smiled, grabbing you into a hug. “I’m sorry I was getting jealous. Did you have a good talk?”

“Yeah. Without You In Paris was written about me. Or about us.”

Jimin looked down. “I’m sorry I can't write you a beautiful song or whatever. Sorry that you had an awful time in Paris”

You laughed and hopped off his lap, sitting on the ground in front of your boyfriend. “I hated Paris.”

He sighed. “Yeah I know you did I’m sorry-”

“I hated it because it reminded me of Yoongi. I loved being there with you, it just reminded me too much of him.”

Jimin nodded, still looking sheepish. “I shouldn't have suggested we go there. I made a mistake it made you really sad and I promised to never make you cry-”

“Jimin, I needed to go there. It was part of moving on for me.”

He nodded again, this time a lot happier. He reached down to cup my face with his hand. “Baby, I’m sorry I didn't get to you before Yoongi did. I would have treated you so much better. I would never have let you go.”

You laughed. “Chimmy, I had so much fun being in love with him. But I should’ve known the relationship was ending. I love you now.”

“Y/n, there’s only ever one love.”

You scoffed. “If you read online stuff, you would know you fall in love on average 3 times in your life.”

He smiled warmly and grabbed you onto his lap, snuggling against your cheek. “Oh? So I’m number 2 then...Who’s next? Hoseok?”

You giggled. “No Jimin! I have no intention of having another love. Only you.”

Jimin placed his hand on his chin as if he was stroking an invisible beard in thought. “I think I will have another love in my life.”

You pulled back, staring at him in disgust. “You plan on breaking up?”

“I plan on falling in love with you again.”

Your eyes widened and you blushed, looking away from him. “D-don’t say such things. That’s too romantic.”

He laughed, a tinkling, pleasant sound that never failed to make you grin. “What’s wrong with me being romantic?”

“It makes me too happy.” You whined.

Jimin stroked your hair gently. “That’s a good thing, right? I want you to be happy.”

“Me too. I want you to be happy as well.”

~♡~

Yoongi only bought the magazine because your face was on it. Well, yours and Jimin’s, of course. The 6 dollars it cost was worth seeing your happy face however, even if it was just a picture. You were wrapped in Jimin’s arms as you were kissing his cheek.

The headline roared something about you being engaged.

He wasn’t surprised. Whenever he had seen Jimin in the dorms lately he had been smiling brightly as if nothing could go wrong. This was obviously what he had been planning. Yoongi felt a ripping in his heart.

It was his fault, so how could he regret it? It wasn't fair to Y/n or him.

But moving on was all the harder when one of his best friends, no, his brother, was dating the girl he still found himself missing. Maybe he didn't even miss her. He probably missed the effect she had on him. This made him feel even worse than seeing your intertwined fingers, your hands he had once held tightly, promising to never let go of, adorned with someone else's ring.

It could've been him.

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svtskneecaps · 4 years ago

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in the rain

Yoon Jeonghan x (gender neutral) reader

Words: 3k

nothing says summer like spending hours upon hours in a car together. at least nothing’s boring with jeonghan

day 6 of a tct summer collection

(my masterlist)

There’s something about road trips, intoxicating and refreshing and energizing and addicting. There’s something about the ideal of cruising down the highway as the scenery flashes past quicker than you can see, rolling over the hills and saying hello to the horizon at the peaks.

And so what if the RV is old and can’t quite hold at 65 mph on any incline above 20 degrees, and so what if there are two beds and an air mattress for the five of you to split, and so what if Jeonghan blew half his meal budget on cheez its and peanut butter and Mingyu bought more noodles and meat and ingredients than you can fit in the cabinets for meals you probably can’t make on the RV stove, and Minghao brought wine and ritz crackers and Chan showed up with eight pounds of candy and about as much instant ramen, and so what if you almost ran out of gas in the dead space between towns and every time you turn things fall off shelves and counters and leave those in the back scrambling to make sure nothing breaks? Road trips are about the adventure (“Shut up, Jeonghan, they are!”) and a trip without complications is just driving next to cows, and what’s so special about that?

Jeonghan’s limbs had reportedly started to atrophy behind the wheel (“I’m petrifying into a tree, we have to switch out!”), so he’d pulled into a rest stop to allow time for everyone to stretch their legs in a way that wasn’t probably illegal. This particular rest stop, you notice, has several dinosaur statues lined up by the picnic tables, and there’s only one other group there, a rowdy family ferrying food to and from a camper parked nearby.

The younger three, naturally, gravitate directly for the dinosaurs, yelling, “Chan, it’s Chan!” (with the exception of Chan himself, who seemed split between joining the joke or pretending he didn’t know them). Mingyu swings himself onto the tallest of the brontosauri with infuriating ease.

“It’s not fair,” you complain, struggling to climb on while using the baby stegosaurus statue as a step. “He should be struggling the most! He doesn’t know how to use those limbs!”

Mingyu sticks his tongue out at you, scooting away. “Yes I do!”

“He’d make a good gas station balloon,” Minghao notes, a slight smirk on his face. Mingyu flips around to make a face at him too, but Minghao just raises the camera hanging around his neck and snaps a picture, his smile only growing.

Jeonghan eventually steps in and supports your foot so you can crawl onto the dinosaur’s back. By the time you pull him up behind you, the other three have finished with the brontosaurus and wandered over to the T-Rex.

“I can’t believe it, he’s not even going to take a picture.” You click your tongue. “What do we keep that kid around for?”

“Wine, mostly,” Jeonghan says.

You sigh. “He does have pretty good taste.” You take out your phone. “Well, who needs him anyway?”

It takes a little bit of maneuvering to get the dinosaur’s face in with both of yours. The sculptor made the dino’s face just a touch too tall for an easy photo op, but you manage. Jeonghan’s breath is hot on your neck as he presses against you, and you pretend it isn’t making your hair stand up.

And then the picture is taken and he slides off the side of the dinosaur, heading over to the T-Rex.

You stay on the brontosaurus for a moment, watching him laugh at Mingyu trying to lift Chan onto the dinosaur’s shoulders (his whole face lights up and his head goes back; he never laughs long but you can’t look away).

Then you go inside.

He comes up next to you while you’re watching the screen with the weather forecast, tracking the green blob of the storm swirling over the roads.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

“We’re gonna be driving into it,” you say, surveying it. “From what I can tell, it’s just rain, so we should be fine.”

“Should?”

You shrug. “If I say anything definitive I’m going to jinx it.” You keep your eyes on the map. “If it gets too bad we can find a spot to pull off the highway and wait for it to blow over.”

“We can’t just wait it out?”

“We’re running late as it is, I don’t know if we have that kind of time. Jihoon’s gonna be ticked if we don’t show and I refuse to get on his bad side.”

“Aw, he’s all talk.”

“I’ve heard Mingyu bring up the story of his guitar more times than I can count, I’d rather not get my own the first time I meet him in person.”

He snickers, and you glace to the side to see him looking at you. You turn your gaze back to the forecast and pretend your heartbeat is normal.

“Well, if he tries anything I’ll tell him the story of my old friends who crashed and died driving in a rainstorm,” Jeonghan says.

“You had friends who died?”

“Nope,” he says cheerfully, “but Jihoon can’t prove that.” He leans his head on your shoulder. “And I’d rather my answer not change because of some rainstorm, okay?”

“No worries,” you say, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “Quick but careful, that’s my motto. Nobody’s dying on this road trip.”

Death is not a good road trip adventure.

The clouds break as you follow the highway across the wide flat ranching fields. In seconds, the curvature of the earth’s horizon is masked by a curtain of rain. You flick on the headlights and slow down, sitting farther up in your seat as though that will let you see into the distance.

“Lucky this isn’t road trip season,” you say. You haven’t seen another car on the road for at least an hour.

“Yeah,” he echoes. “Lucky.”

His face is barely reflected in the window, distorting with each sweep of the wipers. You chance a glance. His knuckles are white on the armrest as he stares out the windshield.

“This is nothing,” you say. “It’s a baby storm. Did I ever tell you about the time I delivered pizzas during a hurricane?”

“Did they give you hazard pay?”

“Only like two bucks. Can you believe it?” You click your tongue. “Fuck Pizza Hut, am I right?”

He huffs something like a laugh, so you keep going. “Got a twenty dollar tip from this one guy who looked like he was in the middle of an intense dnd game, and I mean intense. Either that or it was a Lord of the Rings marathon, man looked like Gandalf.”

“But was it a good Gandalf?”

“I mean, I was convinced.”

“That’s not saying much, you were convinced by that kid in a hulk mask too.”

You gasp in mock outrage. “If I weren’t driving I’d smack you,” you threaten. “And he had the hands and bodysuit, too, he was the real deal! You couldn’t tell either!”

He actually snickers, but doesn’t argue. You’d both fought over the privilege of handing candy to the child, that last fall.

“And anyway, that wasn’t even the weirdest delivery I made that night.”

“I guess that makes sense, only the crazies call for a pizza in a hurricane.” His reflection in the window smiles, and even though you’re driving you dare to chance a glance; his face is lit up with a smile, his hand relaxed on the armrest. “Who was the weirdest?”

“Weird but wholesome, it was this older gentleman who spent like three minutes searching his wallet, I mean thank god he had a covered porch or I would’ve gotten even more soaked. His wife gave me these plums for a tip; I looked them up and it turns out they’re actually illegal, it was wild.”

He clicks his tongue. “You got tipped in illegal plums and you didn’t even share them with me?”

“This was before I met you guys. Those plums were long gone by the time I was in a spot to share them with you.” The pounding rain has died down enough that you feel confident enough to peel your hand away from the wheel to pat his thigh. “Don’t worry, if I get tipped in any other illegal foods I’ll be sure to share.”

He swats your hand away, but he’s laughing.

It’s still raining when you pull into the campground, but not pouring. A pleasant sprinkle, really. Jeonghan still complains about it as he and the others try to give you directions to back into the spot. Most of the directions conflict, and based on the way Minghao keeps shaking his head at the others, you probably could’ve been backed into the spot 30 minutes ago if not for-- well, whatever competition is going on behind you. Oh well.

By the time you finally throw the camper into park and get the awning pushed out, Mingyu has already gotten the portable grill out of the cabinet and set up outside, although he’s having trouble with the lighter. The RV is always stocked with six or seven of the stick lighters, but they’re pretty much guaranteed to be on their last dregs no matter when you try to use them. He’s already halfway through the collection, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pulls the spark trigger over and over, the flame only catching for a few seconds.

Jeonghan skips over, calling your name. “Come on,” he all but whines, “let’s go explore!”

“Weren’t you the one who was just complaining about how wet you were getting?” You glance out at the picnic table, which is still getting rained on even as Minghao and Chan struggle to drag it under cover.

“That was just because you were all safe and dry in the RV.” He wraps his arms around you and rubs his dripping hair against your shirt.

“Rude!” you yelp, pushing him away, but you’re laughing, and so is he. You huff, crossing your arms. “Well I was going to, until you started using me as your towel.”

“Well you’re all wet now, you can get a little more wet!”

There’s a barely a damp spot on your shoulder, but he’s got a shit eating expression and even that lights up his face.

“Oh no,” you say, “I’m soaked.”

He grins and takes you by the arm, dragging you fully into the rain. “We’ll be back in an hour,” he calls.

“Text me if you find the bathrooms,” Chan hollers back.

There’s a surprising amount of other campers parked around. A few have adults sitting on folding chairs, outside under an awning, cans in their hands. They wave cheerfully as you pass.

“That’s probably the bathroom,” you note, pointing at the building. It’s so dirty on the outside that you wonder if maybe it would be better in the long run to just take turns in the RV’s shower; most outdoor bathrooms like this are pretty gross inside.

“I’ll text Channie.” Jeonghan takes out his phone, bowing his head to block the screen and types out the message. You giggle watching his wet fingers slip across the screen. He bats distractedly in your general direction, finally managing to land a hit only once the message is sent, his phone in his pocket once again.

You find a playground at the bend in the road, where it doubles back to wind around to the exit. Jeonghan shouts, “Race you!” and takes off across the slick grass.

“False start!” you yell back, and even though he has way too much of a lead for you to catch up, you still take off after him. You see his foot slip out from underneath him once or twice, but the speed of his run keeps him from falling entirely. It makes for a funny picture either way, and you find yourself slipping as you laugh.

He seizes one of the swings, all but launching himself into the air. You skirt around his feet, ducking under his hand as he reaches out, as though to pat your head on the way by. There’s a puddle of water in the swing, but you’re already soaked from the rain that patters steadily onto your head, so what’s a little more?

Still, you wipe it off before you sit down.

Within moments, you’ve caught up to his altitude, the height of each swing leaving you floating at the peak before gravity takes over, jolting you onto the seat again.

“You’re better than I thought,” he says, flying past you, going forward as you swing back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your head follows him as you swing by again.

“Nothing.” You hear the grin in his voice.

“I’ll have you know, I was the swingset champion in every school and every camp I ever went to.”

“How many schools did you go to that had a swingset?”

“Sir that is entirely beside the point.”

His laugh rings out. “Right, right, of course.” Rain hits your face as you swing forward (or maybe your face hits the rain?). “I suppose that means you’ve gone all the way around the top bar before?”

“Of course,” you say. “And I nailed a kid in the head with a paper airplane from the peak of a jump off the swing.”

That seems to pique his interest. “Yeah? How many times did you manage that?”

“Once, and then they sent me to the office bc the kid started crying, but it was a good once.”

“If I gave you my shoe, would you be able to throw it to me from the swing?”

You almost slip off the swing. “Jeonghan I’m not going to throw a shoe at your head!”

“Not at my head! Just, to me. Like a gentle toss, so I can catch it and no one receives any bodily harm on the road trip.”

You breathe out. That makes more sense. Bodily harm is not a good road trip adventure.

He digs his feet into the trenches below the swing to stop his momentum, stumbling forward across the playground. He tosses a couple woodchips at you when you giggle, before slipping his shoe off.

“Dude, you’re gonna get your foot all muddy and then what?”

He yanks off his sock. “Then you’ll have to carry me to the RV sink.”

“Or I’ll hose you down in the yard; I saw a couple spigots on the way over and those bitches are icy cold.”

He wipes the shoe in the grass before lining up the shot, planting his foot on the ground. “Alright, catch!”

He misses.

When you’re done laughing at him, he tosses it again, this time actually managing to get it to you, even though it lands kind of wildly against your lap. You lean back for a few good swings, regaining the altitude you lost from the distraction of the catch and the laughter.

“Ready?”

Your first throw goes wild. The second nails him in the chest. The third he actually manages to catch.

By the tenth you’ve graduated to trick shots. He leaned over the playground equipment nearby and caught it. He tossed it to you from under his leg, and you caught it. You threw it over the bar and under the bar and with your nondominant hand and backwards and he caught it again and again.

“Alright, time for the jump.” You adjust your grip on the swing.

“You’re sure this is safe?”

“Of course it is.” You gesture for him to toss you the shoe, which he does. No trick shots that time. “I’ve done it before, remember?”

He looks oddly worried as he resumes his position on the ground a short distance away.

“Relax babe,” you say, “I got this.”

He straightens up at the nickname, a smile flashing across his face. “Alright,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “Whenever you’re ready, babe.”

(you like when he calls you that)

You take two swings, building up the momentum. He takes two steps, eyes focused on you.

You let go.

The shoe leaves your hand, and your feet hit the ground, and then the woodchips slide and your balance is lost and your hands slam into the ground too.

He calls your name.

You huff out a breath, and then another, processing.

“Are you okay?” His hand is on your shoulder, and his eyes dart over you as he checks for injuries.

“Totally fine,” you say. “Did you catch the shoe?”

He huffs, half exasperated and half amused. “That’s your priority?”

“Listen dude, I didn’t just make the sickest trickshot of the year just for you to drop the shoe cause I broke my ankle.”

He shoves your shoulder and you clutch it like he’s wounded you, dropping to the ground with a grin.

“Of course I caught it,” he says. “I would’ve caught you too but you jumped the wrong way.”

You scoff. “Alright, that’ll be the next trick shot.”

For a second you think he might actually be considering it, but his phone rings. He answers, listening for a few seconds before moving it away.

“Mingyu got the grill working,” he says to you. “Chan added helpfully from the background that if we’re done kissing we can come back for food.”

You raise your eyebrow. “We’re kissing?”

He shrugs. “If you want.”

He says it flippantly, but his eyes trail over your lips.

You stand up, helping him up after. Your hands linger. He’s still looking, and you find your eyes drifting too.

You lean in, quickly, before you can change your mind, and press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. He freezes, and then pulls you close, a real kiss this time. It’s like a fire exploding, and the chill of the rain is forgotten. You can hear a faint “Ew!” from the phone still held in Jeonghan’s hand, and you feel him smirk against your mouth.

You break apart, staring.

And then you take off like a shot across the grass. “Race you!”

You hear his footsteps chasing after you. “Hey, no fair! I’ve only got one shoe!”

Throwing your head back, you laugh, the rain slamming into your face.

(like a call and response, his laughter reaches your ears. it sounds like a sunrise)

#a tct summer #seventeen #yoon jeonghan #seventeen au #yoon jeonghan au #jeonghan #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan scenario #yoon jeonghan imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #yoon jeonghan fluff #listen i didn't write this with a title in mind so let's just #collectively agree #to ignore the title #please

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dawn-of-tomorrow · 3 years ago

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shoutout to @punishing-gray-raven-ocs for this ask game~!!

original post is here

god, this became much longer since i now i have 5 PGR OCs, ahahaah :'DDDD

1) Are you excited about Autumn starting? Why or why not?

Yoko: Of course~! After all, who wouldn't be excited to either sleep an extra hour in or just be around the people you love, all cozy indoors~.

Higetsu: Looks like things will become noisy again, but I don't mind it. After all, it's fine to have fun every once in a while.

Artemisia: I personally do not mind it. What comes and goes, will come and go. Such is the seasons, after all.

Pollux: Halloween~! Hot cocoa with 'mallows~! Food~! Hehe, so many things to choose from, wonder what I'll prepare for Castor~. Maybe if I ask Teacher for an extra day off, she wouldn't mind.

Castor: Uncertain. Castor has no opinions regarding the changing of seasons. It is simply a natural order of the world.

2) If you are excited about Autumn, what is your favorite Autumn activity?

Yoko: Seasonal activities aren't complete without any festivals~!! You name it, I'm gonna try out everything! Halloween is definitely a part of the fun~.

Higetsu: I'm already expecting both Yoko and Kamui to drag me into any and all celebrations they can join and come across, so scratch sleeping an entire day off from my list.

Artemisia: In the past I used to bake seasonal pies to share with my friends and family whenever Autumn arrived...... haaah. It's been so long. Apologies, don't mind my answer.

Pollux: Castor and I used to roast chestnuts whenever we could, hehe~. Even to this day, I can still remember the smell of the last chestnuts we roasted as humans. Ah, of course, I'm pretty confident in my pumpkin carving skills-- you'll regret doubting my abilities, haha~!

Castor: No comment. Castor has no preferences for any activities. ... However... it might be nice to... attend an Autumnal festival along with brother, Teacher, and everyone........ no, it is nothing. Do forget about it.

3) How would you like to enjoy Autumn once the war is over?

Yoko: Of course, I'd invite everyone to a slumber party back at home. There's a lot of guest rooms that we haven't used in a long time, so everyone can either share a room or have their own~! ... Ah, but I'd probably have to ask dad, er, father about that.

Higetsu: After the war Autumn celebrations, huh.... haven't really thought about that. ... Maybe, I'll sleep an entire day away? Then plan out a relatively small get-together between Gray Raven and Strike Hawk.

Artemisia: ..... I have no plans yet. But... it would be nice to just spend the day with the kids(Pollux and Castor), taking them on an outdoor trip, or even just a peaceful stroll and shopping spree in the stores

Pollux: Mhrrmmm.... Argh, too many things to decide on~!! I'm decide then!!! But I'll definitely make sure Castor survives until then, so we can experience an Autumn where he can live a peaceful life again.

Castor: I....... Castor is.... uncertain. After the war... Castor has never thought about what to do after the war. What does Teacher and brother have to say about this? ....Is that so? Then I will follow their guidance.

4) Do you enjoy Pumpkin Spice-scented foods and/or products?

Yoko: Hehe, yeah~. Ah, I'm not a glutton though! Even I can't eat too much without hurting my stomach, uuuh.

Higetsu: Just to an alright amount. I'm not so crazy over such things that I'd eat them almost constantly you know.

Artemisia: Hm, perhaps just a little. It's fine to enjoy such delicacies every once in a while.

Pollux: ALL OF IT~!! Ahaha, sorry sorry~. But the more the merrier, right, right? Plus, that means there's all the more I can pretend I can't to eat anymore so I can give to both Castor and Teacher~.

Castor: No comment. It is simply a matter of which is the most appealing to my taste and smell regulations, that is all.

5) Are you going to decorate your dorm for Autumn or Halloween?

Yoko: Naturally~! Gray Raven will celebrate Autumn, and I'm already planning out our Halloween decor layouts with Lucia, Liv, and Lee.

Higetsu: Kamui already begged me and Chrome earlier if Strike Hawk could also decor the base with seasonal decorations. I didn't mind it, and though Chrome needed just a bit more pleading, he was fine with it so long as everyone cleaned up the place once the season is ending.

Artemisia: I've already given Pollux and Castor permission to decorate the base as they see fit. I trust that they won't go too overboard.

Pollux: That's such an obvious question with an obvious answer~. Of course we will! Teacher's already given us the go-ahead to decorate the Aegis squad, and we already have the decor ready~. Castor and I'll begin right after this interview.

Castor: Affirmative. Brother wished to celebrate the Autumn season and Halloween, thus we are to put up decorations in our base soon.

6) Hot cocoa or pumpkin spice latte. Which one would you pick, and why?

Yoko: It's gotta be pumpkin spice latte! Hehe, the foam one reason, but the taste is the best part! I hear people say it's too sweet for them, but personally I think it's fine? Mhm, well, everyone's preferences are different after all, so I don't judge~.

Higetsu: Hot cocoa, although pumpkin spice latte is alright too. It's nothing much really, I just prefer the taste of cocoa over the latte.

Artemisia: I have no preferences for either. If anyone were to offer me one of the two, then I'd take the one they're willing to give away.

Pollux: Both! Because Castor likes both, I can just buy either of the two and we can just have one of each. Hehe, don't tell Castor this, but I can tell that he enjoys having hot cocoa with 'mallows, so I often sneakily put in at least a few of them in his drink when I can~.

Castor: .............both. I... Castor is uncertain. The flavor of the beverages simply taste exquisite. That is all. ....but hot cocoa with marshmallows dipped in... I am uncertain as to why, but my chest is heating up at the thought of it.

7) If you're a Commandant, are you throwing any Autumn or Halloween related activities for your squad?

Yoko: Naturally! Lucia, Liv, and Lee all deserve to have have fun and enjoy the season too! They keep pushing themselves to do a lot, and I wanted to give them even just a bit of fun before going back to work.

Higetsu: ....So what if I am. Everyone at Strike Hawk has been working hard, so is it such a surprising thing that I want them to also take a time-off and enjoy themselves? ... Don't you dare tell them though.

Artemisia: Certainly. Although it's been a long time since I threw any Halloween or Autumn-related parties, even a simple celebration of the seasons would suffice. ... But if those two want a grander celebration, then, I suppose I could ask "that person" for a favor or two.

8) What would be the perfect Autumn-themed date for you?

Yoko: Hmmm, there's so many choices for that~.... but spending the day inside the cozy indoors with Lee doesn't seem like a bad idea either... hehe~. But it would also be nice to go out and have a picnic with everyone, just having fun.

Higetsu: Making jack-o'-lanterns, having a horror movie marathon night, going shopping for Halloween costumes and other related stuff, making seasonal pies and donuts.... What? I'm only saying these because Kamui's a huge bubble of energy, so he most certainly would wanna do a lot of things for a "date". ...It's not that I wouldn't enjoy it either though.

Artemisia: A date? No comment. I have no time for such things. Besides... I'm not qualified for such normal and mundane peaceful activities.

Pollux: Bzzzt-!! Nobody will be taking anyone on a date here~! Ah, but an outing with Castor and Teacher word be nice though. I wanna see those two happy, since they're... bah, nevermind. You heard nothing~.

Castor: Negative. A date is an event one goes with a lover, is it not? Then Castor is unable to go to one. ....Hm? You can go on a date with either friends and/or family instead? Is that so. ... Then, perhaps going to a carnival would be nice with brother and Teacher would be nice...

9) Do you enjoy rainy weather, or does it make you gloomy?

Yoko: Well, so long as it's just a light rain or a heavy rain that doesn't last long. The best part of the rain is afterwards, provided the weather didn't disrupt the surroundings too much, aha~.

Higetsu: I don't have any particular feelings towards the rainy weather to be honest. ...Except for the fact that it makes me feel a bit drowsy, damnit.

Artemisia: The rain, huh.... the weather has given me both joyous and grieving moments. I don't hate it, but I don't like it either.

Pollux: I hate the rain. ...Shut up, I won't elaborate why. Move on to the next question before I tear your throat out.

Castor: I.... I don't have fond memories of the rain. But if a mission requires to trudge through even rain, then so be it.

10) Cuddling up next to your favorite partner, on a rainy afternoon, while watching your favorite movies. Would you enjoy this activity? Why or why not?

Yoko: Ehehe~. Is it that obvious I'd enjoy experiencing that with Lee? Honestly, anything I get to experience with Lee would become a good memory, because it means that we're still together, by each other's side then.

Higetsu: Yes. Ah, wait, no I didn't mean to answer that so quickly-- oi, what's with that smirk on your face!? Quit it, you--!! And don't you dare tell Kamui anything I've said here!!!

Artemisia: That sounds like a lovely scenario, I'm sure everyone would enjoy for that to happen. ...That is why I must work harder for that future, for everyone's sake. ...Hm? What about me then, you ask? .... It matters not. So long as I can preserve the happiness of others and their loved ones... then I can get through anything.

Pollux: Something so mundane and tranquil as that.... heh. Not everyone's deserving of that~. But, it would really be something if Castor were to ever finally experience something like that, Teacher too. 'S why I want them to find even the smallest bit of happiness in this crappy world. ....Oi, cut out that footage afterwards and don't share it, else I'll kill you. Heh, am I joking or not~ that's the question~.

Castor: Negative. This scenario requires a lover for this to occur. As Castor has none, then Castor cannot answer this question. ...Hm? Then choose someone close to you instead? A fine alternative. .... would it be alright if I answered a group? Specifically.... the Gray Ravens, Strike Hawks, brother, and Teacher....

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watchinglikeafangirl · 4 years ago

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Kiss Me Again - first reactions

Out of boredom, I started watching Kiss Me Again also because I've already watched Dark Blue Kiss. I saw many people saying both shows should be seen as two seperable things because some important details got lost on the way of making spin-off.

Let's see how much of a difference there actually is. From what I've heard, Pete is going to be very different. Anyway, here are my first reactions during the watching process:

Episode 1

Oh well, Pete is so different. He's a whole other person here. He's the typical cool guy who just wants to show off but at the same time, he's a bit socially awkward and I love it. This faked boredom and annoyment are only there because he doesn't know what to say when Kao is around and especially when they are alone because the atmosphere is just weird between them. Acting all annoyed is his way of socializing and I like it because I believve we all have weird tactics to try to lighten the mood or find a topic with peopl we don't know. Here, Pete is "annoyed" to look cool but I guess, he does this because he tries to find something they both can agree on and annoyment is the simpliest way. You can easily agree with people on negative emotions concearning a topic, so it's the easiest choice to pretend to be annoyed. What's funny here is that Kao is really not impressed by it and already knows Pete just wants to be cool. I think, Kao just doesn't like Pete in the beginning because he sees Pete is just pretending and is never true. I guess, that's why he will fall for him later, because they will probably have real talks and bonding moments.

Episode 2

Okay, Pete and Kao shared an awkward kiss and now things are even more weird. Here's one difference to the Pete I know from Dark Blue Kiss: he's not honest. Now, whenever Kao wants to address the kiss, Pete gets defensive and aggressive. Yes, it's probably because of his confusion but in Dark Blue Kiss, Pete always addresses everything - even the uncomfortable or negatively loaded topics - but not at this moment.

And also, I know, Pete is not the nicest person at this moment but he is really respectless. After the kiss, he stares into Kao's eyes in surprise, pulls away and then wipes his mouth in disgust more than once. As if Kao's lips and the taste of them are dirt on his lips and that's so disrespectful. Kao is obiously hurt by it and I would be too. Of course, you are allowed to not like a kiss but reacting so disgusted is very harsh.

Episode 3

And now, Pete is bullying Kao by isolating him from the group. He makes the others believe Kao doesn't like them, so he will end up being the king of the group since Kao is not the kind of person who talks about such things and just accepts the circumstances.

The scene between So and Sansuay in the parking lot was obviously not right bahavior on So's part because Sansuay was clearly uncomfortable being pressed against another car. She had no way out and I love the random dude walking by and just checking if she is okay. No romanticizing. Just a statement that this behavior is wrong.

Episode 4

Pete and Kao now claim to be "annoyed" of each other and all the other ones are still left wondering what the real problem is.

But at least, Pete confides to Sandee and confesses he only gets angry because of the kiss. I mean, we as the audience understand him better but I just find Sandee's frustration very amusing. Pete is obviously not realizing his feelings and is just helpless. Sandee is such a mood.

Until now, I really don't like R at all. He is pushing Sanwan around and invades her ersonal space all the time while saying he cares. Dude, if you care, don't force her, don't drag her into your car and especially don't kiss her when she doesn't want to.

Episode 5

Its just my speculation but I'm pretty sure Pete is bisexual because he has an ex-girlfriend (we know of) but seems to be attracted to both gender and he's not the kind of guy who falls for the personality or character of someone. The gender matters to him, I would say. But it's nice to see a bisexual character because mostly shows want to tell me that people are either homo- or heterosexual but there are obviously many other sexualities in between. Living in a gay relationship doesn't mean you define yourself as homosexual, real life doesn't work like that and I like they give us a character who is neither homo- or heterosexual.

What's going on with the men in that show? WHy are there so many red flags? Except for Kao, Mat and Sun, everybody pushes the women around and invades their personal space in a very uncomforting manner. Are they all going to "change"? I don't know if I will be able to believe them...

Episode 6

Mat's mother wants Sanson to "turn her son straight"? Okay, just gonna leave that there because I don't have words how wrong this thought is.

Oh, the scene which I saw many gifs of, happened. But I thought Pete and Kao would spend more time laying in the grass. I though this was a very romantic scene. But it's just a second long. But who cares, their relationship took a next step. They stop fighting and come to some sort of agreement (the agreement being that fighting is pointless). But somehow this scene feels like they broke the ice and finally found peace.

Episode 7

And again, a scene I've seen very often: the hospital. But it's really sweet they all went there because of Pete and wait all together until he can go home. That's real friendship and I think this show portrays their friend group really accurate because they are so natural with each other. They are a bunch of people thrown together who bond over weird fun talks at night and getting home drunk. Even though they are so different, they are loyal and trustworthy. It's heartwarming to see a group of friends be portrayed like this because mostly in shows, the protagonist has one really good friend and just a few people they know but are not very close to. but a group of friends is exactly this and it's rare on TV because showing a whole group bonding is difficult and also because they dynamic is totally different.

Episode 8

Kao (giving me the chills): Mint, even if he doesn't like you back, it doesn't mean you are not good enough. No matter how beautiful you are, no matter how good you try to be to him, if he's not into you, he's not the one for you.

I can't believe So gets away with stealing Sansuay's phone. She will never know it was him. I don't know what to think about him.

Epsiode 9

Sun flirting with Kao over coffee makes me cringe so much right now. This is uncomfortable and not as romantic as Sun may think it is. And then, Kao is scared Sun meant him, this is uncomforting to watch. Also, I really don't think Kao and Sun are a match. It doesn't fit at all and I hope it will be over soon.

What? Wayu wants to rape Sanwan? Did I miss something? How did we get here? I thought this was a warm show for teenagers. Now there's rape? I could deal with the sexual harassment even though that was not fine to watch, but rape? I'm confused how we got there? But of course, R saved her.

Not Mork casually cleaning his gun...

Episode 10

I love the fact Pete and Kao just quietly accept the fact they spend a night together. It happened and they can't change it. They don't even mention it and I'm relieved there's no "don't ever tell anybody" or something. It just happened and that's it. Nothing further to dicuss about it. Also, they made pretty clear already they have certain feelings for each other. The wuestio now is just how they are going to deal with this and if they will be in a relationship.

Kao: I will stop seeing other people when things between us become clearer.

Episode 11

I can't believe they actually address the bullying I mentioned before. Kao is very right when he says Pete needs to earn his trust because of the past. This is just right because you can't forget the past just because of romantic feelings. If you don't address the other person made you feel ad, you won't be able to move on from that and relationships are about trust, so I find this very mature and good for both of them. Pete needs to understand he hurt Kao in the past and can't just change his mind over night and Kao will say yes right away.

A planned engagement? Isn't that a bit old-fashioned? Sanwan and R don't know each other at all and why would their parents decide this for them. It doesn't look like it would be good for family's business or something. This seems so random.

And Wayu tries to rape Sanwan again? How? Why? And what is wrong with Sindee for initializing this? But of course, R saves her again.

Episode 12

Oh Mint. I always had mixed feelings about her and now i know for what reason. Is she fine? Making someone feel bad for leeting her go by threatening she would hurt herself is not healthy or normal or anything. That's a serious matter. No wonder, Pete feels like his life is messed up and is extremely stressed about it. And then, Mint woders why he's not comfortable at all and doens't see Pete just let her stay out of fear her threat might be the truth. Because he's a nice person. But Mint is just crazy and plays mind games.

I've never seen a drunk kiss be that cute and meaningful. They are just pure. Now, I really know why people love Pete and Kao so much. I already fell in love with their dynamic in Dark Blue Kiss but seeing the beginnings of their relationship tops that. This script is too good. They both know, the kiss meant a lot and I like they are way past the regretment state. Or at least, they don't regret the kiss. They regret they are not in a relationship which makes the atmosphere afterwards more sad and hurt. Again, they are so mature about this.

Mint took a picture? I can't with this woman.

Episode 13

Why did tehy not report Wayu? They are covering up a crime. And Sanwan doesn't seem to be traumatized which makes me wonder a lot. She is more than fine and I'm not buying Wanyu's apology at all.

And now Mint send the picture to Pete's dad. Does she have no shame? It's not her right to out Pete. That's a thing between Pete, his dad and Kao. Mint has and nothing to do with it and shouldn't have ever. She took Pete's power away by letting his dad now. Things were in Pete's hands and I hope Pete will tell mint very clearly she had no right to do that and her behavior is wrong.

Wow, Pat has guts. Telling your best friend you like them even though you know they don'yt like you is very brave. I love Mat being so cool with it because it's obviously a hard moment for Pat to outlive.

Episode 14

I love Pete's dad. They both were so scared but he doesn't say anything and I like what he says. He talks with them like they are adults (which they are) and doesn't talk to them like they are kids who don't know anything. They don't need to be lectured by their parents. They are adults already and make their own life decisions. I like very much he has this calm talk with them and then drops the topic.

Sanson being the first to confess fits very good because mAt is alway the wuieter one of them. This scene is so bittersweet and Sanson is so vulnerable, it hurts my heart. If it stays like this, then it would be a strong statement of the show because not everything works out in the end. You can try, you can ask, but in the end, maybe your efforts were all for nothing.

Finally, Pete calls Mint out. But he forgives her?... But at least, he doesn't want to be her friend any more.

Of corse we have happy endings all over the place.

#kiss me again #dark blue kiss #pete x kao #suddenly phupha and nam(atoats) are there #why doesn't prize just leave?#and what is boss (2gether) doing there?#can somebody please report him?#i still like rain #and mork #and i still don't like sun #but pete and kao are so pure #i can't

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Imagine:

Erik and the reader in the middle of fucking and the reader tells him, “Erik, I wanna have yo’ baby, please”

“Erik! Up here!”

Erik looked up into the VIP section, his friend with benefits aiming her camera into his face.

“Smile for me!”

He flashed her a smile, all that gold in his bottom row teeth gleaming.

“Thank you friend!”

Erik shook his head away from her, going back to his drink and his group of guy friends. Y/N was dragged along with Erik’s occasional fuck buddy and friend from child hood, Draya. She wasn’t down for coming at first but Draya practically begged her ass to join so she wouldn’t be the only girl there with a group of guys. Plus, she needed some help rounding these niggas up since they were drinking every single bottle brought to them empty. Y/N tried to keep her eyes off of Erik, really tried. She still wasn’t over the way he fucked her the last couple of times. She was afraid Draya would take notice, maybe smell Erik on her.

“You good, girl?” Draya asks, shaking her hips to Drake- Nice For What.

“Yes, just tired,” Y/N didn’t get one look from Erik that night. She wanted him to look her way, she really wanted those eyes on her. She assumed it was because of Draya.

“It’s cool, sis, Erik was checking you out the minute we stepped into this bitch.”

Y/N stopped dancing, covering her face with embarrassment. She really wanted to go now.

“Why are you acting so ashamed? Y’all fuck?”

Draya held nothing back. Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a seat on the couch within the VIP section. She was thankful that they were in a club, everyone focused on the loud music and drinking.

“Girl, you ain’t gotta act like that with me, Erik dont owe me shit. We’re just friends who fuck around from time to time.”

Y/N stared at Draya. She sounded sincere and had a confidence in the way she spoke that made Y/N believe her.

“Girl,” she shook her head, taking a sip of her drink, “I know y’all had sex. Just tell me.”

Fuck it. Might as well admit to it.

“Yeah.”

“You dont have a man I don’t know about do you?”

“No.”

“So then what’s the damn problem?!”

Y/N wanted Erik to be her man for sure. It was the way he attracted other women. He had this sexy allure and he wasn’t even trying. The shit drove her crazy. He gave off this vibe were anyone wanted to be near him and be like him. She wanted him balls deep in her pussy. That man fucked like he was born to fuck. She wanted him to cum all in her...

“Fuck, you are hooked.” Draya was all laughs.

The minute Y/N looked away from Draya, she caught Erik’s eye. The bitch dancing on him didn’t even matter. She was shaking her ass all on him and Erik wasn’t paying her no mind. Y/N liked that shit. She liked it a lot. He didn’t look away for one second, didn’t even blink. Y/N’s breathing was getting a little heavy. She took the rest of her drink to the head, feeling Drayas hand on hers to bring her attention back to her.

“I can understand, sis, he fucks with so much power. Who am I to deny some top shelf dick to another woman? Erik likes to fuck. It’s just how Erik is. You know. He make you scream his name and ask for his baby yet?”

“Um...” Y/N leaned back and squinted at Draya.

“You sure you aren’t whipped?”

“I love it, any woman would love good dick, but Erik isn’t the man for me. We’re good the way we are.”

“I don’t see how you can fuck him and not want more! He drove me crazy twice and you just straight up casual with it like his good dick don’t have a serious effect on you.”

“How did Erik fuck you the first time? When did it happen?”

Y/N did not need this. She really didn’t need the entire image to pop up in her head like that. But now that it did...whew. Erik wasn’t playing with Y/N.

Erik was staying at Draya’s about a week ago on a Friday night. Draya was working late at the strip club as a bartender and Y/N was off that night so she stayed home to study for finals. Draya and Erik had some wild ass sex a few hours before and now he was stretched out on her bed, sleeping wild and wrapped in the covers. Y/N had to walk past Drayas to get to the bathroom. She stood in Drayas door way, looking at Erik’s sleeping body. He was sleeping on his back, that thick as fuck dick print bulging out of the sheets. He slept so damn pretty. She could still remember the way he looked at her earlier while they sat around eating pizza in the living room. She was like Drayas little sis. Draya was about 6 years older than Y/N and so was Erik.

She needed a hot shower just from admiring him. The inner hoe in her wanted to go in that room, lift the covers back, and see that dick up close. Maybe put it in her mouth and see how it tastes. That would wake his sexy ass up for sure. Y/N made it to the bathroom, slightly closing the door to let some of the steam out. She stripped down out of her ex boyfriends basket ball shorts and wife beater, nothing on underneath. Y/N opened the cabinet that held all of her and Drayas hair products in it, grabbing her silk Louis Vuitton scarf to wrap her TWA. Y/N turned on the shower, making sure it was extra hot to burn away the nerves that tingled from thinking about sucking Erik’s dick.

She pulled the black shower curtain back, stepping inside. The water was the perfect amount of hot and it was actually working. Even scrubbing her pussy under the water didn’t make her think about Erik. Y/N leans out of the shower, grabbing her phone to put on her R&B playlist. Tory Lanez new album played, Y/N going back to scrubbing her body down. While she was scrubbing her ass cheeks the bathroom door could be heard opening and then the shower curtain was pulled back roughly. Standing before her, with a towel around his waist, was Erik himself. He looked just as shocked as Y/N did, covering her body as best as she could but she only had two hands and a lot of ass, titties, and a pussy.

“Shit-I-I-I thought you were Draya. Shit-damn-fuck, I thought you were Draya,”

“Shit, she got pulled into work at the last minute!!” Y/N slaps her forehead, one of her titties falling from her hand. Erik’s eyes were zeroed in on her breast, watching the hot water hit it.

“Fuck,” Erik didn’t hold that one back at all.

“What?” Y/N has her breast again, backing away a little. She was growing hot and it wasn’t the water. He was all prepared to shower and everything. She could only think about that dick right now...

“You got some big titties Y/N.”

“Um, E, I don’t think...”

“Why not,” he held her gaze now, “You don’t want me to see them? I can walk away. I mean, it’s a little too late for that shit I know exactly what Draya little friend got going on now, Mhm.”

That Mhm had her closing her eyes.

“Look.”

Y/N opens her eyes to find Erik without the towel around him. She felt oxygen deprived. Holy Shit. He was really really nice down there. All long, thick, veiny, smooth, chocolate, nice heavy balls, and hairless. She had never seen nor had a dick like that. Ever. No wonder Draya fucked Erik from time to time when she felt like it. Just call Erik up if you wanna feel dick in your spine and guts. Call him up if you wanna he bed ridden for about 24 hours. She didn’t know how long she was staring, but Erik didn’t stop her. He waited for Y/N to pick her jaw off the floor and speak.

“Umm,” she finally broke away, looking back up at Erik with nervous eyes, “It’s-its really nice, Erik.”

“You want some company?” He says all low and tantalizing.

Y/N crossed her legs, pressing her hands further into her breasts, “Erik,”

“How long Draya been gone?” He asked with a raised brow, looking over his shoulder then back at her.

“For about an hour now.” Y/N trailed her eyes back down to his dick again.

“See? That gives us plenty of time to play.”

She bit into the side of her bottom lip, “Play?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “freaky play,” His voice got even lower, drawing her in, “Don’t you want me to play in that pussy, Y/N?”

“Yes.” She wasn’t going to lie. They both knew she wanted him to. All those looks, all the times Y/N caught Erik leaving Drayas room in the middle of the night after hearing them fuck. It was only a matter of time before Erik had Y/N as well.

“Okay, turn around.”

Y/N finally let go of her breasts, walking towards Erik and turning around. She placed her hands on the shower wall, looking back at Erik while he admires her wet mocha skin.

“Bend over, pretty girl.”

Y/N arched against the wall, poking her wet juicy ass out at Erik. Erik’s hands on her skin set a flame within her. He was so gentle with the way he massaged her cheeks. That all changed when she felt him smack her ass. It was sudden and alarming but she liked it. She’d never been spanked like that before. Now, he had his fingers on her pussy, moving up and down all slow and soft. He was working her wetness all over her pussy. She almost fell forward when his thick fingers pulled her pussy lips apart to rub all in there.

“Mmmmmuhhhhh,” she moaned.

“You loving that I see.”

“Yes, I love that.” She responds with difficulty.

“You really gonna love this.”

He got down on his knees, Erik burying his face in her pussy. She let out a sharp moan, reaching back to hold both of her cheeks open. Her feet slipped a little along the shower floor, making a loud squeak sound but Erik had her legs now, using his mouth and strong jaw to ear her slit. She tried to look back at it but her body was so weak. Now, he wrapped his entire mouth over her pussy, moving around and around, pulling and sucking and slurping on her. She was a heavy squirter so Erik was definitely covered in it for sure. Now, he was moving his tongue on her clit, Y/N’s moans and pleads growing louder and louder over her music.

“You got a phat wet puss, Y/N.” He was French kissing her clit now, “You just letting me eat this pussy. You gonna let me eat it until Draya get here? I’ll let you sit on my face and cum in my mouth. Use my mouth, baby girl.”

“Fffuuuk. You are...so nasty.” She was cumming, unable to control herself as she definitely used Erik’s mouth.

“Mmm, THATS IT. Use me, Bitch.”

Now, Erik was to his feet again, hand around his dick, pre cum oozing our in a long string down to the floor. He opened his slit, showing Y/N the rest of his pre cum before taking his thumb to smooth it all around. If it looked that tasty she could only imagine how his cum tasted.

“It’s so damn big.” Y/N says with disbelief.

“Say that shit when I’m in there deep.”

Erik rubbed his dick up and down her pussy, covering his dick with as much of her wetness as he could. He knew he needed to work her up to it. But he was also ready to bury himself in her velvety walls because she was damn tight.

“I just wanna beat your shit up, ma. You gonna let me beat it up real good, even if it’s too much? Once I’m in there that’s it I ain’t gonna wanna come out.”

That made her heart flutter. He was really making this moment even better. At this point, she didn’t care if Draya came back home. As long as Erik’s long thick dick was in her, she didn’t give a fuck about anything else.

“Fuck me, please?” She asked with desperation.

“You asked so nice and sweet I gotta do it for you, pretty girl.”

Erik finally let his dick rest at her entrance. He pushed forward, his head slipping inside first, that alone splitting her open. Then, his shaft squeezed in too, trying to make room for all ten inches of him. It was going and going and Y/N didn’t think it would ever end. It hurt so good though. She gasps when he was fully in, his balls smacking her clit.

“Please fuck me,” she begged. Y/N was holding onto the railing in the shower now. Erik pulls all the way out to the tip of his dick, before sinking back inside. He did this over and over until Y/N was dripping to the shower floor; literally. Now, her pussy was making squelching sounds, his dick sliding in and out like she’d been lubbed down heavy. He picked up the pace, watching her face to make sure she reacted to what she was feeling, sure enough, Erik had her making so much noise. She was talking nonsense and gibberish.

“You’re a slut for letting me fuck this tight pussy. Got this pussy so wet, fuck, keep wetting my dick up!”

“Erik! You got my pussy dripping!” Her eyes closed, face smashed against the shower wall. He was really giving her heavy back shots in that shower. Had her ass bent over and taking his dick. Erik couldn’t hold back how much he was loving it. She was so damn tight and super soaker wet.

“Make me cum, please? Make my pussy cum all over you, please, please, please! Ahhhhhmmmfuckkkkk!!!” She gave him a silent scream before cumming on his dick.

“SHIT! Take it, slut, take it, take it-fuck!!”

Erik pulled out, cumming on her ass and pussy lips. He was shooting out ropes of cum, the most he’d cum in a minute. And it happened before he wanted it to. His impressive cum load made Y/N smile, her fingers reaching behind her to grab some of it, tasting the sweet cum. He must eat a lot of pineapples....

——

“Damn, in the shower?” Draya had low lustful eyes at that damn story. Y/N was even turned on. She didn’t even give all the details for that first time. He made her sit on his face and he fucked her again from the back on her desk chair with her ass poked out. He was fucking her in a circle since it swiveled, her window all open and she was sure people could see and hear.

“What about the second time?” Draya was full on in story time mode. Y/N looked over towards Erik and noticed that him and his boys were still in party mode, dancing and rapping to the music.

“You better not go home rubbing your pussy to this, Draya!”

“Shit, I just might,” she laughed into her cup.

Y/N scoots closer towards her, curling a single finger for her to come here. When Draya did, Y/N laid it on her....

——

Erik came back over another day when Draya was out. He specifically made sure of that because he didn’t need his home girl knowing that he was fucking her “little sis”. He grabbed the spare key from over the top of the door, opening it, satisfied to hear Y/N moving around in the kitchen. The minute he walked inside, he was blessed with the sight of Y/N wearing a pair of white cotton panties that looked painted on, a pink bra, and that cute curly TWA out. Her skin was so damn smooth and chocolate. It reminded him of maple syrup. She tasted like syrup too.

“Hey, beautiful.”

She was startled, turning towards him with a jiggle of her ass.

“Erik?!” He could see a shiver run up her spine.

“You cooking something,” He tried to see what she was up to.

“Just, mushroom Alfredo.”

He was hungry too. He could get some good pussy and some food. That was a plus.

“You gonna feed a nigga? I’m gonna be here for a while if you know what I mean,” he gave her a big dimpled grin.

“No, I don’t know what you mean.” She tried to play it off.

“You do,” Erik walked up on her short frame, making her turn towards him.

“You’re brain working now?” He was bending lower to bring his face close to hers. She looked from his nose to his lips, licking her own.

“E,”

“Shhh,” he pressed his finger against her mouth before rubbing her lips, “I know your still hungry for me, shit, I know I want you that’s for damn sure. And I came here to get it. You’re gonna give me that pussy, Y/N.”

“Fuck,” she gave him a defeated look that only made him happy. He kissed her neck, dragging his hands down her back and under her ass, lifting her up and to her bedroom. Erik was so damn generous when he fucked. He was really into kissing and he was really good at that shit. He had Y/N sopping wet with his tongue and lips on hers alone. Finally, in her room, Erik places her on the bed, Y/N getting on her knees in front of him to undress him fully. She had her lips parted, eyes on her every move with each piece of clothing that fell. Now, he was standing before her fully naked again. She ran her hands up and down his body, memorizing every muscle, scar, hair, and birth mark. She especially liked the birthmark he had on his abdomen. She licked it, causing Erik to hiss.

“Grab my balls and squeeze it with those soft ass hands,” he demanded. Y/N did what she was told, squeezing his hairless nut sack. His eyes fluttered shut, hands reaching out to caress her shoulders.

“You have such a pretty dick, Erik,” she was nibbling on her lip.

“Oh yeah? What you love about this dick?”

“It’s so long and thick, Daddy. Such a fat head and a fat sack. It’s so much dick daddy I don’t know if my mouth could take it all but I’ll try, Daddy.”

“You nasty bitch, let me take this shit off you.”

Erik hovers over her short body, unclamping her bra and lowering her panties. She left a big ass wet spot in her underwear. He was sucking her nipples now, flicking them with his tongue too. Now, he was placing soft kisses on her belly while his hands flicked her hard nipples, enjoying her soft moans. She was driving him crazy.

“You got me ready to eat this pussy again. Look at you,” He was between her legs, his lips kissing her pussy softly.

“You’re so delicate with a nice tight pussy I gotta give you soft wet kisses.”

“Fuck, you got me so wet,” she spread her thighs, sitting up on her elbows.

“Let me hear it,” Erik whispers.

She takes her fingers, sucks on them, then puts them in her pussy. She wiggles her fingers around in there while giving him an erotic look. Erik could hear it alright. It was so damn loud in that quiet room.

“How does it sound? You hear it?” She was all in her pussy. Three fingers deep.

“Oh, I hear that pussy. Got my mouth watering.”

“Eat me, please?” She brought her fingers to her clit to rub.

“You are a nasty little slut. Playing in this tight pussy and begging me to eat it and fuck it. You must want me to have you dick whipped and begging for all this dick and cum, huh?”

“I want you to cum in me.” She opens her pussy lips, “I wanna have your baby, please?”

“What the fuck,” Erik closed his eyes, his dick harder than it already was, “You want me to make that belly full of my cum? You nasty bitch.”

“Cum right in here,” She opened up wider, bringing her legs up to show him where she would love it, “Right in this tight wet hole.”

“FUCKKK-shit don’t make no sense how nasty you are. Draya know you’re this kinky? Goddam.” The tightening in his balls was too much and it let him know that her nasty talk was about to make him cum alone. Erik smacks her hands away from her pussy, replacing it with his mouth. He munched on her slit like he was a starving man; like pussy was the last meal on earth. She was weak beneath him. Her eye brows were scrunched, lip between her teeth, moans loud.

“Make me cum, make me cum,” she shutters, “make me cum, make me cum...”

She was blown away, hands in his hair, pussy driving into his mouth, sweet pussy juices flowing. He nibbled on her pussy until she was clean and ready for dick.

“I’m cumming in you.” Erik knew she was straight, he’d cum in her pussy deep.

She was overwhelmed with lust. He could cum all he wanted in her she was protected. She’d never told a guy that at all until Erik fucked her. Shit was bizarre but she liked it. Erik on the other hand was used to bitches telling him that, his dick was that good that they wanted him to risk it all. This would be his first time risking anything but Y/N was so damn addictive. Kinky and freaky.

“Oh, fuck, that fat dick!”

He was digging in her sweet pussy. She had her legs over his shoulders, Erik pounding away inside of her. She was good around his dick.

“Damn, girl, I’m loving this pussy!” This was only fuck number two.

“I love your fat dick! It’s so fat and long and oooooooooh it’s so deep in me! fuck me until you buss, daddy. Buss in me.”

Erik places his fingers in her mouth, his eyes watching the way he fucked her. Her cream was making a big ass mess in the sheets. She twirled her nipples for him, pulling them and making them bounce too.

“You want me to shoot this cum all inside of you? Huh? You nasty bitch. You want me to cover this whole pussy with all of my nut? Huh?”

“Oh, Daddy, yes!!” She could feel Erik folding her body some more. He was over her even more using the strength of his hips to stroke in her pussy. Looking from behind a lucky person would have the nastiest view of Y/N’s pussy being drilled.

“You fuck my pussy so damn good, yeah,” Y/N was in shambles.

“Ima FUCK this pussy good whenever I please.”

The thought of Erik fucking her whenever and however had her cumming on his dick again.

“Oh shit-oh FUCKKK, you...got me...cumming.” Erik was lost in the moment, his eyes never leaving hers, that helpless look from being dicked down on her face.

“You the baddest bitch on the planet!” Erik told her between intense strokes.

“OhmyGoddd! Your cumming! I can feel that dick pumping! Oh, Daddy, it’s filling me up! Yes!”

Erik was indeed cumming inside of her. She milked him dry with her tight walls.

“More, I want more,” she begged.

“You draining me,” Erik was fucking defeated. She milked him dry with her pussy. She had the type of pussy to wife her up. Y/N was the truth.

“Let me suck your pretty dick.”

Erik slips out of her, watching Y/N arch on the bed with her phat ass in the air, making her cheeks bounce on purpose with all his meat in her mouth. She had those cheeks all sunken in, her eyes blinking up at him innocently. He was gonna cum again.

“You pretty little slut. I just wanna cum on your face.”

“Cum on my face,” she encouraged.

“And then what? You gonna lick it all off yourself?” Erik could feel his balls retract, his nut right around the corner.

“I’m your little cum slut.”

“FUCK Y/N!!!”

He shot his load all over her face. She caught some in her mouth but damn, Erik gave her a face paint. The sight alone had him jerking his dick to get more cum to spurt all over her.

“Shit, I hope Draya dont come home no time soon, I’m not finished with you yet.”

Y/N was more than ready.....

——

“WOW.” Draya was open mouthed and shocked.

“I know,” Y/N lets out a shaky breath before finishing off her new drink.

“If Erik Don’t make you his girlfriend, something is wrong.”

She could only hope he wanted that. Y/N moved her eyes back over to him, he was staring straight at her. Those eyes said it all. He wanted her right now just the same. Y/N licks her lips at him, making him bit down on his lip. There was no need in being discreet, she wasn’t ashamed to be fucking that man too.

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ailec-12 · 4 years ago

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Today, September and Calendar

Thanks!

Today: Have you made any progress in any wips today?

Uhh, no. Remember what I said about writing earlier this week? Well, I've done a million things, but unfortunately writing hasn't been one of them.

September: Share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

Oh, Anon, I can't share only one. I've been rereading comments this past month and several come to mind right now. These all warm my heart no matter how old they are or how many times I've read them already.

randomdork11 on House Potter:

You’re back!!!! I’ve missed you and this story more than I realized. Little Sev dealing with sick Harry and exhausted parents is so heartbreaking and sweet that I can’t handle it! Plus, I can totally relate to the exhausted parent bit XD. That whole family is just far too adorable. A certain bean who is far less evil than she proclaims to be, told me you were about to post again, so I’ll admit that I’ve been checking my updates like a crazy person.

Self-doubt is easily the worst part of writing. However, if I can offer you any encouragement, it’s that you have no reason to doubt yourself. Sometimes stories seem so big and daunting and we aren’t sure if what we are writing even makes sense or is relatable or true to character. Everyone goes through it and - as I’m sure many have already said - in your case, you’ve nothing to worry about. This story is beautiful and charming and captures the characters so very well. You’re doing a marvelous job of creating well rounded characters who all have faults and positive traits. You’re writing it in a way that none of the characters seems too good or too bad, just simply human. It’s utter perfection and you should be extremely proud of this work!!

Happy writing Ailec! And if you end up in doubt, just remember that your readers all agree that you are wonderful and we are here for you!!

@allstoriesrtrue24601 on the last OFaH chapter on AO3:

What a beautiful ending to an unbelievably impressive series! Having read the original series on fanfic.net repeatedly habitually since their original completion, it’s brought me so much joy to have weekly reminders of how much I love this story; and now with a gorgeous new epilogue!!

I’ve said it before but the one thing that really gets me about your writing is the characterisation - it drives the stories in a way I feel is really missing from most pieces of published works and tv shows. The bonds you build between characters and the whole dynamic really comes through throughout each installment - making the character development extremely natural and impactful. I’ve waxed lyrical previously about your writing style but I reiterate that it’s utterly and irrevocably beautiful, especially when considering English is not your first language. The pacing, plot and actual progression of the pieces are so well thought-out and really prompts excellently-executed dialogue and exposes opportunities to get to the hearts of the characters. It is suffice to say I have THOROUGHLY enjoyed your work in every one of its forms.

On a side note, I feel massively honoured to be mentioned in author’s notes (I have to say I’m slightly star-struck) and I’m more than happy for any future English queries. Have a wonderful day x

Kuroui, also on OFaH, but the first version on FF:

I realize I never actually left a review on here but here it goes.

This is definitely one of my all time favourite fics to ever exist period. Not just within the OUAT fandom. I was ecstatic with the introduction of Zelena, as it opened potential for Regina to have someone blood related still alive for her to interact with. At the end of Season 3 when Zelena was given that second chance, I was excited to see a possible turn around for her character. Up until that point, everything she had done was to give herself a better life, one with her blood mother, in hopes that she may be loved. She was not unlike Regina's initial persona and I could see how they could connect over it.

Season 4 dashed those hopes, and the progressing seasons left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. In the end, I am glad at least that at the end of Season 6 they had become something like sisters, and for that I am glad. I am also happy to see Zelena returning to play some time in Season 7. I dont know what it is but Zelena is my favourite OUAT character, and I love Rebecca Mader who plays her. For that reason I always seek out Zelena fics in hopes of finding good ones as she is not one of the most popular characters, in terms of fic writing at least.

This fic was both amazingly written and brought to light my hope of them reconciling as sisters. I like that it was not an immediate turn around from "villian" to "good", but a gradual process that involved interactions with multiple people and learning from mistakes. It made her a very real and relatable person. Everyone has flaws and makes mistakes and going from a life where her only goal was to hurt Regina, to living with her and attempting to be "good" was a large turn around that no doubt shook her to her core. You displayed that in your series very well, showing the ups and downs in her journey as well as the reflective reactions from those around her.

Henry's role in this was very heartwarming and he really is a miracle. The Greatest Believer. I do not think that Zelena would have come as far as she had without him. Though Regina does her best, it is always nice to have someone else there, not to mention someone who looked at Zelena without any negative feelings. Having multiple people care and believe in her no doubt gave her greater motivation to change and be a better person. Not to downplay Regina's role in this of course. Regina very much has been the core to this family, to Zelena's change.

At the end, Zelena desired to be wanted, to be enough, and she was going to look for that in Cora. Regina knew though, that it wasn't Zelena's fault for that, Cora only wanted power. Which you had her explain. And I think that having Regina turn into that person that Zelena wanted to be enough for, to be loved by, was a big change even if she didn't realize it. The initial hostility, anger and sadness moved away from being targeted AT Regina, to more herself and referenced in terms of Regina instead.

At that point, I think that Zelena's family slowly began to form in her own subconscious which eventually or hopefully would expand onto friends like Robin and Tinkerbell and perhaps even the Charming family, they do get along well enough of course. And if Charming's reaction to her run in with Sidney was any indication, I'm sure they would welcome her with open arms at this point.

Overall I suppose I can summarize it into this.

Thank you for writing this story/series. It holds a very very special place in my heart and I come back every once in a while to read through it. It warms my heart every single time no matter how many times I've read it. I love it with every inch of my OUAT loving soul and I am so glad that such an extensive well-written piece on Zelena exists.

Long comments aren't the only ones that have my eternal love and gratitude, though. Here's a couple of recent ones that are making this writing hiatus much more bearable:

Ninafia on the latest instalment of Hotchpotch:

I loved this! You're really good at writing emotions.

It's like I'm in their head, if that makes sense. Thanks for the chapter!

Lilia on House Potter:

This is such a remarkable story—so subtle and heartbreaking. Use of child Sev’s POV is a true narrative tour de force. Wish I could give it 100 kudos.

I'm lucky to have received a lot of nice comments over the years and you can be sure that, if your comment made me happy the first time I read it, I've come back to it more than once.

Calendar: Do you have a schedule for posting?

Not right now —I only keep a posting schedule when there are a few chapters already written at the very least.

Fanfic questions :)

#Fic writing #Comments #Feedback #Reader appreciation #Ask meme #Ask Ail #anonymous #*

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pomegranates-and-blood · 4 years ago

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Idk how different the Ivar in nostalgia is from the Ivar on the show, but would he kill reader if she attempts something like running away from him?or turning on him? Just like what happened on the show.

And what would his thought process be if he ever discovered she is planning to go back to Greece?

Hi love! This is a lovely question! Okay, here I go!

The Ivar in Nostalgia got to the throne of Kattegat a couple of years after the Ivar in the show, bc he spent a longer time with his brohters (with the Great Heathen Army) in England; so he is a bit changed. And, througout the story he changes as well, from the man that abducted a poor woman and forced her to marry him, to who he is now (Chapter 35~). So he is a bit different.

Now, I don’t know where you are exactly in the story, but in vague terms the answer would be: depending on where on the progress of their relationship/the story they are, the response would be different. One way or another, Ivar would do whatever it took to keep her with him. Her betrayal wouldn’t cost him Kattegat (unlike the the show), so I don’t think he’d get far enough to kill her, especially because what her leaving him would do to him would be just making him want to hold on to her tighter.

Now, if you are up to date, under the cut I’ll go into more detail, but just in case I wanted to avoid spoilers.

So, after Chapter 21, Ivar is very much aware that the Reader plans (or hopes) to go back to Greece, it is part of the deal they made. In his mind, ever since they made that deal (and he promised to let her freely choose between him and her homeland once Stithulf died), he has ‘known’ what her choice will be. Part of the reason they have such a big fallout in Chapter 23 and onwards is that he takes her choice away from her by acting like she will undoubtely leave him, by firmly believing all she wants is to be free of him and leave him behind.

Still, it is important to him to keep that promise, to keep his word in general. This is why at some points during the story (mainly around Chapter 23 and onwards) he does things that are a bit drastic; because he thinks he knows what her choice would be, and it’s this madness of having given your word that you will one day accept losing the person you want at your side the most.

Her leaving (or preparing to leave) for Greece before Stithulf dies would not only take control of the situation away from Ivar (which, as the Reader notices multiple times, is something Ivar craves/needs), but it also leaves him unprepared to losing her, which would...unbalance him, to say the least. Considering what he has done (I’m talking about the end of Atfǫr here, where he lets Stithulf go after they capture him to get more time before he has to let her choose), the deal not mattering anymore, it not keeping the Reader bound to him anymore, would not sit well with him. At all.

In his mind there is no alternative other than her leaving him. This is what Freydis preys upon in Brim, that Ivar holds on desperately to certainties, and in this case he holds on to the certainty of her choosing to leave him when the time comes; he wouldn’t believe the possibility of her choosing him over Greece (it also ties to the idea that if he considers that she may choose him it is a horrifying uncertainty to live in, as he mentions in Chapter 33, it’s not a life he can live, one where he doesn’t know which side the coin will land on). He goes over it in Unna too:

It feels like living on borrowed time, it feels like he’s awaiting execution but doesn’t know where the axe will fall when the time comes.

He tries telling himself he doesn’t know, at least. But he is a cripple, not an idiot. He took you from your people, held you against your will, made you his wife even though you dreaded the title; he knows what your answer will be when the time comes for him to let you make your choice.

If she left before the deal was done, if she didn’t keep her word and didn’t wait for Stithulf to be dead to return to Greece; I don’t think he’d kill her, but I do think he’d do something drastic. I don’t think the anger would overcome him in that sense, because not only is he older than in canon when he killed Freydis, but also the Reader’s betrayal doesn’t cost him Kattegat, and he isn’t losing his home. And so, he wants to keep her with him, he wants her to stay.

But, going back to his words in Chapter 26:

“I can give you anything you want, if you ask,” He promises, voice low and beseeching. His nose furrows, his teeth bare in a snarl, barely a second but it is still there, his fury at being seen as human, at being vulnerable. Ivar’s eyes burn as they gaze at you when he says, “But never lie to me, never turn your back to me.”

Insider secret again, but: If the Reader asked him to, Ivar would do his damnest to give her Greece, give her Attica. He’d find a way, he’d do whatever he could to do so, if she asked. She wouldn’t, we know that, because she doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes she made with Narses with Ivar, but he would.

I do think he’d go off the deep end if she betrayed him. He’d do anything to keep her (and also a part of him would wish to punish her for daring to do that to him), and that would probably mean putting her in chains. Symbolic or otherwise. Which, for her, as we know, is a fate worse than death.

Granted, this all depends on which part of the story this happens on.

If it happens in Dublin (around Chapter 6), that she runs away, he simply brings her back to his side and puts the shackles back on her. It is of no consequence. He will show her this is ‘the will of the Gods’, and that she was sent to him by Freyja when they get to Kattegat, and everything will be alright. Or so he makes himself believe.

If it happens when she is ‘just’ the Greek witch Ivar brought to Kattegat, he forces her to marry him and stay with him against her will, and if the people whisper of how Ivar the Boneless had to shackle and cage a woman for her to marry him, he wouldn’t care. They already think him crazy, they already say and think so many things of him, what is one more, right?

If it happens when she has married him, and not only has he had this taste of what a life with her could be, but he has also shown the people of Kattegat (and his brothers) how he can have a woman that wants to be at his side, and how the woman so many want has chosen him; he’d still would want her at his side, if only to keep up appereances (and to let the part of him that can and would accept lies as truth keep pretending this is the life they will have, like in Unna: “(...) when it’s the two of you and there’s warmth in your eyes even if there’s an edge in your smile, to sometimes forget the road that took you here.”) and he’d find a way, probably by threatening Freydis and Valdís and the people she loves, to keep her ‘chained’ to his side, this time figuratively.

If it happens after the progress and new beginnings of Chapter 31 and forwards, I don’t think Ivar would accept it, at first. He wouldn’t believe she would betray him, because believing that would be one of his worst fears when it comes to her coming true: that it was all a lie (going into this interaction in Chapter 30: “You’ve blinded me, and you know it. Did the same to that poor bastard you promised to marry. I won’t let you-…” He snarls back at you, eyes blazing and mouth curled too alike an animal baring its teeth. Even though he stops himself, you hear the words he doesn’t say: I won’t let you tell me one day that it was all a lie.). Whoever is the poor idiot that has to tell Ivar the Boneless the woman he loves (and that claims to love him, if you go past Chapter 35) has betrayed him, would definitely die. When he had to come to terms with it being true, that she betrayed him; his worst thoughts about how no one could love him, about how it was all a lie (I can’t help but think it a…a vision, a mirage, that once I get close enough to having will just…vanish), would have more foundation to stand on and...that can break a man. I’ll leave it at that.

I hope this answer was okay! Thank you so so much for reading, and for this lovely question! Sending you my love!! ❤️

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adamwatchesmovies · 5 years ago

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The Best of 2019

What a year. By the time 2019 ended, I had seen over 130 new movies. It's actually probably closer to 150 but I lost count. There are a few titles I missed, such as The Dead Don’t Die, The Fanatic and Honeyland so obviously, this is not an all-encompassing, definitive list of 2019’s best, but it should give you a good idea of which films you need to check out if you haven’t already.

I usually like to save the #10 spot on my list for a movie that’s just for me. Normally, this would mean a giant monster movie, an off-beat creation nobody else saw, a comic book movie that spoke to my particular tastes or maybe a Canadian movie I know didn’t get the opportunity to shine like it should’ve. This year, that’s not happening. Trimming my list down to 10 was hard enough. I certainly wasn’t going to sacrifice one more to make it just 9. Let's dig in.

10. The Farewell

It’s been weeks since The Farewell and I’m still thinking about it. If I was put in the same position as Billi, I'm not sure what I'd do? Is it better to tell someone that's dying that their days are numbered, or should you spare them from that burden? Is it really them you’d be sparing, or is keeping the secret for your own selfish needs? Writer/director Lulu Wang asks serious questions about culture I had never contemplated before. There’s a lot for you here and even more if your family comes from mixed backgrounds.

9. A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

I heard some complaints about Fred Rogers (Tom Hanks) not being the main character of this film by Marielle Heller, from writers Micah Fitzerman-Blue and Noah Harpster. It was the right choice. The plot has a cyical reporter meet Rogers and through their relatively brief interaction, learn what we knew going in. It delivers a moving character arc without having to stain its subject with flaws we didn't want to see. The quasi-meta presentation is what elevates it into top-10 status. That extra touch means it does a lot more than simply re-iterate what we saw in the 2018 documentary Won't You Be My Neighbor?.

8. Knives Out

Knives Out is one of the most entertaining films all year. There are no profound moments of meditation, no earth-shattering realizations about yourself, just a mystery to be solved. All the suspects are so intriguing they could be the stars of their own movies. Put together in the same house as a dead body and you’ve got no idea who did it. Its screenplay is excellent. The twists are juicy. Everything ads up in a satisfying manner. Rian Johnson is already working on a sequel. I can’t wait.

7. Apollo 11

There are few holdovers from the list I made halfway through the year, which either says something about the strength of the second half of 2019, or the weakness of the first. Either way, you’ve got to see Apollo 11. It’s the closest thing to going back in time and being there when man landed on the moon. The tension and anticipation are overwhelming. Knowing what happened doesn't matter. The way the footage is assembled is nothing short of incredible. Why this documentary wasn't present at the Academy Awards is beyond me.

6. Uncut Gems

Adam Sandler should’ve been nominated for an Oscar. He wasn’t. I’ll bet you dollars to donuts it's because of his association with all of those brain-dead Happy Madison Production comedies. His history with cinema shouldn't matter. The movie is what matters. The fact is, this was the perfect role for him. It isn’t even that Sandler’s doing something different, it’s that he’s being used to his full potential. If you weren’t glued to the screen, eager to see what’s coming next, this movie would have you jumping out of the window screaming - anything to escape the anxiety the Safdie Brothers serve up with devilish grins.

5. The Lighthouse

Next on my list is The Lighthouse. Right away, the aspect ratio and black-and-white cinematography lets you know you’re in for something different. You have no idea. What I love so much about this film is the way it handles madness. At the end of the day, I’m not sure if I could tell you if Robert Pattinson’s character was crazy, if Willem Dafoe’s character was the nutty one, or if they both were. It shows you just enough to make you doubt your own sanity. It’s also unexpectedly funny, which makes it feel oddly genuine. In one scene, Robert Pattinson's Ephraim Winslow gets a hold of the lighthouse's logs. In it, his boss, Thomas (Willem Dafoe) recommends Ephraim be disciplined for masturbating excessively. Considering Thomas has been cavorting with some kind of tentacle creature up in the lighthouse (at least that's what I think I saw, I'm not so sure anymore), all you can do is laugh. What kind of loony bin is this turning into? One I'm looking forward to revisiting.

4. 1917

Shot in a way that makes it all look like one take, 1917 is a technical marvel. It hooks itself up to your circular system and steadily replaces your blood with pure, undistilled stress. As you're about to flatline, it stops and gives you a breather. A shot of a meadow untouched by the ravages of war; a reminder of what the soldiers are fighting for and of how utterly devastating armed combat is on humanity as a whole. Gorgeous cinematography, powerful emotions, magnificent production values.

3. Joker

Along with Godzilla: King of the Monsters (a movie they basically made for me), this was my most anticipated movie of the year. To get ready, I watched Taxi Driver and The King of Comedy, two Scorsese films Joker director Todd Phillips drew a lot of inspiration from. For some reason, it seems as though many critics took offense to the similarities. Sometimes I understand differing opinions from mine. This time, I don’t. It’s a great film that warns of the dangers of letting people like Arthur Fleck (brilliantly performed by Joaquin Phoenix) fall through the cracks. Left unchecked, he discovers that by doing terrible things, he becomes a “better” version of himself. It’s not a drama. It’s a horror movie that spins the familiar Batman archenemy in a new direction but also stays true to the character. There are several scenes in this movie that are going to be permanently imprinted in my brain. Those stairs. Need I say more?

Runner-ups

Avengers: Endgame

Even if every single Marvel movie going forward is awful, this caps off the whopping 22-chapter saga epically. A couple of aspects bugged me enough that it could only manage to make the runner-up list but it's a terrific film.

Booksmart

The funniest comedy of the year. I think back to Amy and Molly using their hairs as masks and still can't manage to hold back a few chuckles months later.

Toy Story 4

This one was hard to cut. The only flaw I could find was that it isn’t on the same level as 3… even though they’re both 5-star movies.

Midsommar

I’ve heard the extended cut is even better than the original. I wish I’d had the chance to see it in theatres.

Jojo Rabbit

Audacious and heartfelt. I loved those scenes of Scarlett Johanson being a mom. Her agent might've dropped the ball getting her cast in Ghost in the Shell but she sure knew how to pick great work in 2019.

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

Quentin Tarantino brings us back to a time when Roman Polanski was simply a good director instead of a convicted rapist, movie stars were untouchable, and the death of someone’s wife under mysterious circumstances was nothing to raise eyebrows about. It’s not a movie that screams “here and now”. If anything, it’s regressive. That said, I cannot deny the experience I had watching it. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime kinda thing and I doubt even Tarantino could pull it off again. I wonder how many people went in knowing what happened to Sharon Tate like I did.

Marriage story

It’s nothing but raw emotion and powerhouse performances in this drama about two people you love going through a divorce. I always make it my goal to watch movies all the way through without any interruptions. Several times throughout, I was tempted to hit "Pause" so I could catch my breath.

Internet lists are everywhere. You know why, don’t you? They suck you in and when you get down to it, most don’t require all that much effort to put together. Except when I make them, apparently. These bi-annual lists always turn out to be difficult to put together. 2019's proved particularly arduous. I’m fairly sure that my #3 movie belongs there. Out of all the movies on this list, it’s probably the one I’m going to go back to most often. The other two? I’d say that technically, one may be better than the other but I think the other one is “more important” so that gives it the edge. What I’m trying to say is, they’re all winners and on a different day, I might even swap them around.

2. Little Women

I have only seen three of the seven silver screen adaptations of Louisa May Alcott’s novel and I don’t expect any of the others to top this one. The secret ingredient to this one's success is Greta Gerwig. Writing and directing, she does so much more than merely translate the classic to movie form. She re-arranges the story to give the events a greater punch than they would if they were shown chronologically and puts a little more emphasis on a couple of key moments (that tear-jerking Christmas, for example) to crank up the emotion. She also makes it more modern without having to change anything about the setting or characters. Admittedly, the back-and-forth between the past and present is a little jarring at first - makes you wonder what Greta Gerwig could’ve done had she been given the de-aging budget Martin Scorsese was given - but that’s where the performances and costumes come in. It takes mere moments before you get what the movie is doing. I’ve said it already but it made me cry.

1. Parasite

To make this list, I didn’t go through all of my past reviews and check which ones were rated what. I thought back to which movies gave me the most vivid memories, which ones gave me the biggest reactions. I’m still not sure how I feel about the final final moment but there’s so much about Parasite that I admire. This would be a great one to watch with others just to see their reactions to the reveal about the bookcase.

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klaineanummel · 5 years ago

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looking for something that’ll (never) come 4/6

Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.

welcome to chapter 4 everybody!! hopefully this chapter will clear up kurt’s actions in the previous chapter a little bit. hope you all enjoy!! :)

(very small warning for kurt kind of doing the same thing he did in the previous chapter, but please rest assured that active consent is always given and that no sexual activity that either partner is unsure about occurs)

It’s been a tense final quarter. Blaine has been clutching tightly to Mercedes for the entire time, watching with wide eyes as the events on the field unfold. At one point Mercedes even leans down to whisper, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this stressed over a game I don’t understand.”

You don’t have to understand football, though, to understand the tied score on the board and the slowly diminishing time marker.

Only a minute left on the clock and Blaine watches desperately as Mike throws the ball downfield. It’s a long through, a desperate attempt in the final hours, and Blaine holds his breath as Kurt runs as fast as he can to catch it.

With forty-five seconds remaining, Kurt’s feet cross the endzone just as the ball lands in his hands.

The crowd erupts into cheers. Mercedes jumps up, dragging Blaine with her and wraps her arms tightly around him, squealing into his ear. Blaine squeals right back, just as his moms come around both of them and hug them between them.

When his moms let go, Mercedes grabs back onto his hand and starts to drag him down the bleachers as the final play is set up.

Not that it really matters. The seconds start to tick by once the ball is snapped, the opposing team clearly desperate for a miracle. Blaine barely pays attention to the game, focusing on not mowing anybody down as Mercedes pulls him down to the field. He doesn’t feel like he has to. It’s definitely their game.

They’ve barely just reached the ground when the referee blows the whistle and it’s called. It’s done.

McKinley won.

The football team is going crazy as Mercedes and Blaine rush onto the field. Mercedes, of course, is leading them directly to Mike, who is currently in the center of one of two dog-piles. Kurt is at the centre of the other.

At the sight of his girlfriend, Mike pushes his way out and hurries to her. Mercedes lets go of Blaine’s hand, and Blaine stops running, taking a moment to appreciate the sheer romanticism of them running towards each other. Of Mike grabbing Mercedes around the waist and spinning her around happily before bringing their lips together in a kiss.

Just as he’s starting to feel weird just standing there brother kiss his girlfriend while everybody freaks out around him, Blaine feels arms wrapping around his middle and suddenly his feet are off the ground. He shrieks in surprise as he’s spun around, familiar laughter ringing right next to his ear.

When he’s placed back on the ground, he turns to see Kurt standing behind him, grinning widely. Blaine throws himself into his arms in excitement, and Kurt picks him right back off the ground again as he returns the hug.

“You did it!” Blaine says, once more safely on his feet. His hands stay on Kurt’s arms, and Kurt’s hands, he is very aware, stay firmly on the small of his back. “You won the game!”

“We did,” Kurt says, grinning. “Me and AC,” he nods his head towards Mike, who is still happily kissing Mercedes. He turns back to Blaine, with a slightly softer smile. “And Mini AC, duh. My good luck charm.”

His hands shift slightly so that they’re resting on Blaine’s waist, which he squeezes briefly. Blaine can’t stop staring up at him, grinning, feeling absolutely euphoric.

Kurt glances around the field and then whispers, “Come with me,” before grabbing Blaine’s wrist and leading him off the field.

Blaine follows happily, high off the win and everybody’s excitement and Kurt’s warm hand encompassing his wrist. A hand that just last night was on Blaine’s hip as he…

Kurt leads them into the mostly-empty school, bypassing the soon-to-be-jammed locker rooms and instead dragging Blaine into one of the small art rooms. He closes the door behind them, and immediately backs Blaine up against it.

Blaine stares up at him, heart hammering and chest rising and falling quickly. Kurt stares back, lips still spread in the widest smile he’s ever seen him wear.

Kurt licks his lips, then brings his hands up to Blaine’s jaw, tilting his head up and leans down to press their lips together.

Blaine’s knees turn to jelly beneath him, and he kisses back eagerly.

God, he’d liked kissing Sebastian, but this is… just. Next level. This is Kurt’s slim fingers trailing into the back of his hair, trying to card through his hair despite the gel. This is Kurt’s soft, pink lips moving against Blaine’s insistently. This is Kurt’s hips pinning him to the wood of the door. This is Kurt’s warm tongue licking into his mouth and curling around Blaine’s.

Blaine is pretty sure that if Kurt weren’t essentially holding him up he’d have completely melted into a puddle on the floor.

Kurt breaks their kiss for a moment, then kisses him again. And again, and again, lips smooth as they glide over Blaine’s. Blaine’s fingers cling to Kurt’s shoulders – broad, muscular shoulders that he’s spent hours fantasizing about.

With a wet smack, Kurt breaks their kiss and actually pulls away. His lips are bee-stung and gorgeous, and his eyes are more black than blue as they stare down at Blaine’s lips.

“Huh,” he murmurs, bringing his hand up to wipe a bit of saliva from just under Blaine’s bottom lip. “Interesting.”

Blaine breathes heavily and manages to breathe out, “Yeah?”

Kurt raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Yeah.” Then, he glances down to where their hips are connected, Blaine’s cock pressing against Kurt’s thigh. Kurt winces a little, then says, “I need to get out of this cup.”

“Right,” Blaine nods.

Kurt’s lip keeps it’s tiny upward tick and asks, “You’re coming to the victory party at Santana’s, right?”

Blaine swallows thickly. “You, uh. Should I?”

Kurt’s hand trails down from Blaine’s cheek to his neck, down his chest until he’s gently cupping Blaine’s dick. Blaine groans, head falling back against the door with a hard, slightly painful thunk.

“Yeah,” Kurt whispers. “You should.”

“Then I will,” Blaine replies, though he barely manages to. Kurt grins down at him, then gives his cock a short squeeze before he pulls away.

“Great,” he says, then pushes the door open behind Blaine, sweeping out of the room as though he were never there, leaving Blaine hard and panting and wondering how the hell this became his life.

It’s several hours before Blaine, Mike, and Mercedes make their grand entrance at Santana Lopez’s party. Blaine and Mike’s moms had insisted on taking them all out to Breadstix after the game, wanting to celebrate as a family before they lost their sons to their friends for the night. Honestly, any other night and Blaine would have been more than happy for the dinner out.

Tonight, though, all he could think about was Kurt kissing him and telling him he should come to Santana’s party.

He knew he hadn’t been a good conversationalist, and everyone had given him an odd look at some point during the meal, but he couldn’t help it. The possibilities of what tonight might bring were swirling wildly through his head, and he was counting down the minutes until he would be able to discover which of those possibilities came true.

After what feels like an eternity the bill is finally paid, and Blaine is tapping his fingers against his thigh anxiously in the backseat of Mercedes’s car, still not saying much. He catches Mike giving him a worried look at one point, but Blaine ignores it.

He practically shoots out of the car as soon as Mercedes has parked but forces himself to wait for the others instead of powerwalking his way up to Santana’s front door like he wants to.

As they walk together, far too slowly for Blaine’s taste, he mentally tells himself to not get his hopes up too high. For all he knows the past two days have been nothing but flukes. A glitch in the matrix. Momentary lapses in judgement (on Kurt’s part). Hell, he should probably be ready to walk into the party and see Kurt with some cheerleader on his lap, doing shots off her cleavage.

Blaine shivers at that mental image, then tells himself to just get out of his head and take tonight for whatever it may be.

Brittany Pierce opens the door for them, welcoming them by pulling Mike into a huge hug and shouting, “MVP in the house!” This, of course, draws everybody else’s attention, and soon enough Mike is being swarmed in the entrance of the house.

Blaine manages to duck under someone’s arm, sneaking his way around the rapidly forming crowd and getting out of the hoard before it’s too late. He looks back, seeing Mike grinning wildly as everyone cheers for him, and grins at his brother, sending him a quick thumbs up which he doubts Mike will see.

Despite the ridiculous amount of people congregating by the front door, there’s still quite a lot of teenagers running rampant throughout the rest of the house. Blaine isn’t sure he’s ever seen half of these people, but they don’t matter.

He looks around, desperately trying to find Kurt. His heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest, the anticipation killing him, and jeez, where is he?

“Finally,” a voice whispers into his ear, and there’s a warm body pressed right up against his. Blaine turns around quickly, and Kurt takes a step back when he does. He’s grinning, holding a pair of red solo cups in his hands, wearing a clean jersey and tightly fitted jeans.

Blaine swallows thickly, looking down at the cups in Kurt’s hands. “One of those for me?”

Kurt shrugs, but hands one over. “Heard you guys come in.”

“Hard to miss,” Blaine says. Kurt chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. Blaine does the same, wincing a little as the alcohol burns down his throat. “God, what is this?”

“Who fucking knows,” Kurt says. “It’ll fuck you right up, though.”

Blaine raises an eyebrow. “You trying to get me drunk?” he asks, taking another small sip of the drink.

Kurt’s grin drops as he shakes his head. “Hell no,” he says, looking almost offended that Blaine would even suggest it. “I’m not super into the sloppy, not-really-able-to-consent thing.”

“Sorry,” Blaine raises a hand. “It was a joke. Sorry.”

Kurt looks him over, then sighs, shrugging a bit. “No, jeez, it’s fine. Just, you know. No. I’m really, really not.”

Blaine takes another sip of the drink, then says, “You should probably take this away from me, then. I don’t think I have a high enough tolerance to take much more of that.”

Kurt laughs at that, and it feels like the heavy cloud that had briefly descended over them has lifted. Blaine hands Kurt the drink, which Kurt places precariously on a nearby shelf. He takes a final gulp of his own drink, then sets it next to Blaine’s abandoned one.

“Come with me,” he says, sending a quick glance around the room. Then, he starts to walk towards the stairs near the back of the living room, and Blaine is quick to follow. He looks around the room a few times himself, but nobody seems to be paying them any attention. Everyone is still too busy congratulating Mike, or making out, or drunkenly dancing.

Kurt leads him up the stairs and down a hallway with confidence. Blaine’s stomach constricts as he wonders how often Kurt has done this, lead some girl up here with the exact intentions he has with Blaine.

That Blaine hopes he has.

He doesn’t want to think about that, so he shoves the thought away as Kurt turns the knob on a door right at the end of the hall, then grabs Blaine by the wrist and tugs him in.

Kurt closes the door by pressing Blaine up against it, immediately bringing his lips down onto Blaine’s. Blaine moans into his mouth, and yeah, this will do to distract him from his previous thoughts.

Blaine brings his hands up to Kurt’s chest, fisting his jersey as he moves his lips against Kurt’s. Kurt licks at his bottom lip, and Blaine parts it, happy to accept Kurt’s tongue into his mouth.

“God,” Blaine whispers when Kurt breaks the kiss. Kurt doesn’t respond, just ducks his head and starts to suck kisses onto the side of Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s head falls back against the door, and it hurts, but not enough to distract from the wonderful feeling of Kurt definitely giving him a hickey.

Without warning, Kurt brings his hands down to the back of Blaine’s thighs and scoops him up. Blaine squeals, just for a moment, before he manages to wrap his legs around Kurt’s hips, hands coming up to Kurt’s shoulders to get a better grip.

Kurt grins up at him, and Blaine leans down to kiss him, feeling breathless. Kurt is holding him up as if he weighs nothing, and god, if that isn’t way hotter than Blaine ever thought it would be.

Still without speaking, Kurt turns them around and starts to walk them over to a bed that Blaine doesn’t even see until Kurt has unceremoniously dropped him onto it.

Blaine bounces a little, arms and legs akimbo as he tries to settle onto the mattress. Kurt climbs onto the bed, kneeling over Blaine, then cups his face in his hands and brings him back in for yet another kiss.

Blaine’s mind is swimming when Kurt breaks their kiss, brings his hands up behind his neck and pulls his jersey off. Blaine’s lips part at the sight of Kurt in his undershirt, though he doesn’t have much time to appreciate that, as it’s gone almost as quickly as the jersey is.

“Wow,” Blaine brings a hand up to Kurt’s stomach, feeling the muscles contract under his touch.

Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, then mutters, “Now you.”

It’s the first thing he’s said since they got in here, and his voice is lower than Blaine is used to hearing it. It causes shivers to run down Blaine’s spine as he hurries to get his shirt off too. He’s less graceful about it than Kurt had been, but that doesn’t matter when his shirt is tossed aside and Kurt has leaned down to press their naked chests together as they kiss.

Blaine’s hands come to Kurt’s back, fingers digging into the muscles there. He sighs happily as Kurt starts to kiss down his neck again, running one hand up Kurt’s smooth back to grip his shoulder.

Kurt doesn’t stop at just the neck this time, though. He keeps moving down to Blaine’s clavicle, then down to swirl his tongue around one of Blaine’s nipples. Blaine gasps, back arching up a little, and he can feel Kurt grin around him before continuing his path down.

He’s just kissed past Blaine’s belly button when Blaine feels fingers popping the button of his jeans and lowering his zipper. Blaine brings himself up onto his elbows to watch as Kurt pulls down his jeans and underwear in one go, dragging them down to Blaine’s knees. Wordlessly, Blaine kicks his shoes off his feet, and once that’s done Kurt pulls Blaine’s pants down the rest of the way, then peels his socks off as well, tossing them over his shoulder without a care.

Then, Kurt’s face is in front of Blaine’s cock for the second time in two days, and Blaine barely has time to breathe before Kurt has wrapped his lips around the head.

Blaine falls onto his back with a loud moan, covering his eyes with his forearm. Kurt’s mouth is just as amazing as he remembers it being, wet and hot and absolutely wonderful. He starts to take more of Blaine into his mouth, and Blaine groans again, bringing his arm down to bite onto his forearm to stop himself from making too much noise.

“Don’t,” Kurt says, pulling off him for a moment. “I want to hear you.”

“But—” someone else might hear.

“Blaine,” Kurt says, and it knocks the breath right out of Blaine’s lungs to hear Kurt say his name like that. “I want to hear you.”

Blaine nods, and just like that Kurt is back to work, covering Blaine’s cock with his mouth easily.

Blaine’s eyes shut and he fists the blanket beneath him with one hand. His other hand continues to grip Kurt’s shoulder, warm skin amazing under his fingertips, though nowhere near as amazing as the hot as sin mouth around his dick.

He loses track of how long Kurt is down there, doing nothing but groan and mutter, “Fuck,” and “Kurt!” over and over again as Kurt gives him the best blowjob of his life.

In fact, he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t notice Kurt pulling two small packets out of his back pocket. Nor does he notice Kurt undo his own pants to pull his cock out. Nor does he notice Kurt opening one of the packets and squirting some of its contents onto his fingers.

He only clues in to any of these actions when Kurt brings a hand up to part Blaine’s thighs slightly and suddenly there’s a slick finger resting against Blaine’s hole.

Blaine’s eyes open immediately at that, and he says, “Wait, Kurt,” before Kurt manages to push the finger inside.

Kurt pulls off of him in an instant, eyes wide and practically black, lips red and slick. It’s at that moment that Blaine realizes that Kurt’s dick is out, and he mumbles a quiet, “Shit,” at the sight of it, hard and curved up towards Kurt’s stomach, thick and gorgeous.

It’s also when he notices the opened packet of lube and the condom lying next to it.

“Um,” Blaine clears his throat. “I…”

“Shit,” Kurt says, pulling back so that his face is no longer directly over Blaine’s cock. “Fuck, Blaine, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no,” Blaine has to force himself away from where Kurt’s cock is standing up from the split in his jeans. “It’s, um.” He has to look away from Kurt’s face, too, because it’s all just… a lot. “Can we just talk for a second?”

“Yeah, sure,” Kurt says, and he quietly shuffles himself down the bed until he’s lying on his side next to Blaine. Blaine turns to face him, suddenly incredibly aware of just how naked he currently is. “What did you want to talk about?” Kurt asks, and Blaine bites down on his bottom lip.

“I just…” he looks past Kurt’s shoulder, to a grey dresser up against the wall. “What are we doing?”

When he looks back to Kurt, it’s to find him with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk on his face. “We’re having sex, Blaine,” he responds, the ever so slightly cocky tone in his voice masking any condescension.

“Yeah, but why?” Blaine swallows thickly. “I mean, you’re, you know. Straight.”

Kurt shrugs. “I thought so,” he licks his lips, still swollen from sucking Blaine’s cock, and fuck, it’s so hard to actually keep having this conversation. “But I’ve always felt like… well, now I know it’s attraction, but I used to think it was just this pull? Towards you. Like we were meant to be friends, like I wanted to hang out with you more, see you more. Just be around you more. And then Finn set you up with that asshole, and…” he shrugs, as though it’s that simple. “I don’t know. Guess it clicked into place that I’m into you.”

Blaine lets out an exhale of disbelief. “You’re into me?”

“Well, duh,” Kurt says, waving a hand between them. “Blaine, I’ve blown you twice now. You didn’t get that?”

Blaine licks his lips. “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t know what to think. You haven’t really said anything.”

“Sorry,” Kurt says. “I usually like to let my actions speak for themselves.”

“Right,” Blaine nods. He presses his lips together. “But, um. Are your actions saying that you just want to hook up, or like… that you want to date me?”

Kurt’s lips tick up ever so slightly at that, but he doesn’t respond. Which, of course, makes Blaine nervously continue to babble.

“Because, like, I’m fine with hooking up,” he says, tongue heavy in his mouth. “But if that’s all it is I don’t think I want to do… what you were starting to do. I mean, all of my sexual firsts so far have been just hooking up, and I feel like I really want one that I can save for someone who actually wants to be with me and go out on dates with me and hold my hand in the hallway and—”

“Blaine,” Kurt holds a hand up.

“Sorry,” Blaine says, wincing. “And I’m sorry if that’s too much pressure, because I’m not saying you need to come out so that I’ll have anal sex with you, or that you think I’m trying to manipulate you into going out with me so that I’ll let you—”

“Blaine, stop,” Kurt is laughing now and actually brings his held up hand to Blaine’s lips, forcing him to stop. He’s grinning as Blaine takes in a deep breath, and then he removes his hand from Blaine’s lips and says, “I like you.”

Blaine’s heart soars. “Yeah?”

Kurt nods. “Yeah. And I would love to date you. Not just because I want to fuck you, even though believe me, I do,” his eyes widen at that, as though to fully confirm to Blaine that he’s telling the truth. “But because you’re a cool guy, and you’re kind of super hot, which I didn’t really think guys could be. Plus,” he brings his finger up to run it down the side of Blaine’s face, and Blaine sighs happily as he does it. “You’re my good luck charm. Always have been. I mean, thinking about it now it’s actually kind of insane that I didn’t realize I liked you until just now.”

Blaine laughs at that, cheeks flush and heart warm. “So, you really want to date me?”

Kurt nods again. “Yeah, Blaine. I really want to date you. In fact,” he leans up on one elbow. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

Blaine raises an eyebrow, smile widening. “Yeah.”

“Great. Then I’ll pick you up at seven for our first official date.”

Blaine grins. “Wow. Okay, yeah. That’s… yeah,” he finds himself glancing down to Kurt’s naked cock, still hard despite the intermission. “But, um… I still don’t think I want to…” he flushes, looking back up to Kurt’s face. “Not yet, at least.”

“Eh, I’m cool with that,” Kurt says, and it sounds like he genuinely means it. “I can still blow you, right?”

And just like that Blaine’s gone from a semi to a full-on erection once again. “Y-Yeah,” he stutters, eyes wide. “You definitely can.”

Kurt’s smile turns absolutely feral as he says, “Great,” before starting to move himself back down to Blaine’s cock.

Blaine turns back onto his back, eyes wide as he stares up at the ceiling of god-knows-who’s bedroom, lips parted as Kurt sinks down over his cock again.

He literally cannot believe that this is his life.

#klaineanummel fic #klaine fic #klaine au #klaine #multi chapter #lfstnc

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