#dude my brain is getting mushy but i'm just!!! look at him!!!

[tvrningout]

it's time to meet kimura yoshiaki <3 i should write his bio, but i'm gonna just spill the beans about him below the cut for now so i can kinda organize my thoughts again! warning that i basically word-vomitted his entire background, so it's long :' )

to start things off, yoshi's got an older sister with an age gap of 6 years! she was his safe place/rock tbh -- their parents aren't necessarily the worst, but they're not the best and aren't exactly the sort who care what their children want. and big sis wasn't afraid to stand up to them or anyone, for that matter.

while yoshi admired her for it, he couldn't bring himself to follow in her footsteps. he wasn't blind. he saw how rough she had it in middle and high school, even if her friends were cool and she always kept her tears to herself. he heard the way their parents spoke to her and sighed and yelled and yoshi just : ( wasn't as strong as her, or didn't think he was.

in other words, yoshi tried really hard to fit in. really hard.

matters were only made worse when his sister left home abruptly. there wasn't a yelling match or a dramatic exit. yoshi came home from school to find his sister gone and his mother crying, and for a long while, yoshi completely lost his way. he felt pressure to please his parents and did whatever would make them happy -- working in the family bakery, later running their second location, making good grades and joining sports teams full of people who he didn't actually care for.

he felt pressure to please his peers, too. his older sister couldn't scare anyone off now, and middle schoolers were ruthless. instead of becoming a victim of the social hierarchy, yoshi played to his strengths which... well, he didn't know what they were, but people seemed to like it when he made them laugh or when he agreed with them. so he did that. a lot.

he did it so much that there came a day when yoshi woke up and realized he had no idea who the hell he was. he managed a bakery bc his parents wanted him to; he didn't particularly enjoy baking. he dated a girl bc she wanted to; he hated the way she spoke to waiters. he wore clothes his friends liked and never dyed his hair bc his parents didn't think it suited the family business' image. laying on a stranger's couch with a killer hangover and no one to preoccupy his thoughts, yoshi became uncomfortably aware that he was like a blank piece of paper, waiting for someone to fill his page with words, to tell him who to be.

and he hated it. he hated himself, whoever he was. so guess who he got back into contact with : ) big sis!! who, at this point in her life, had just become co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop.

and good thing, too, bc yoshi needed a job when he eventually quit his parents' bakery ( yeah, his parents were pissed and still are ) :' ) for a while, he was basically the shop's receptionist until he eventually became a body piercer! it isn't his passion, but it's a fine job until he figures out what exactly he is passionate about.

10/10 would recommend him for your first piercing bc he's so good with people and he's got very steady and gentle hands <3

currently, yoshi's dropped all of his old friends, and his relationship with his parents is strained whereas his relationship with his sister is stronger than ever, but more on that and his connection to chiyo later!

[magniloquent-raven]

its midnight and im sleeby but i finished this thing i started scribbling out this afternoon based on @harringroveera 's post that i couldnt get outta my brain

i think i might have angsted it up a little cuz i can't help myself but its still cute so. pls enjoy

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Billy's not super clear on where he is right now.

There are people everywhere. Yelling. Laughing. Music plays over a big fancy sound system. There's a blurry blue light glowing through glass sliding doors that he's been staring at for a little while 'cause it's…pretty. Twinkly and stuff. 

He's too many drinks past a good buzz, that much he's sure of. His head feels. Floaty. And heavy. And if he tries to move the room starts to spin. 

Whatever he's sitting on is comfy though. Soft. Softer than his damn mattress with that broken spring that's always stabbing him in the ribs. 

He's tired. Really tired.

Feels like he hasn't slept in months.

To his left a girl starts squealing as her boyfriend grabs her around the waist, to his right a speaker vibrates against the wall, buzzing to the beat of a deep bassline. Everything sounds far away, though. White noise blending together while the edges of his vision go fuzzy and faded.

He feels his head tip, just a little, and then—

With a sharp inhale he jolts, blinks, glancing around blearily at a silent, empty room.

It's still dark out. The blue glow still shimmers at him through glass. A lamp lights the room he's in. Everything's…shapes. Colours. His brain is still mushy.

He blinks a couple more times. His eyes are dry. Wobbly. All the shapes are wobbly.

"Hey, man, party's over." A voice startles him. He tries to look around, but it fucking hurts, and moving his head is so much work. Whatever, it's a nice voice. Way nicer than the jarring silence. 

Wait, why's the party over. He doesn't want the party to be over.

He wrinkles his nose. "Nooo…" 

"...Yeessss." There's a pause. "Everyone is gone, dude."

"No." Billy rubs his eyes. The chair is still so comfy. He sinks further into it, unwilling to move. "You're here."

"It's my house. I'm allowed to stay." The voice sounds amused. There's some rustling behind Billy. Plastic crinkling. Maybe. Something being moved around. "Why are you even here, anyways?" 

Hazy memories jumble together. A flask of vodka in his pocket, slipped under itchy robes. Sitting two heads away from Steve Harrington, sneaking glances between barely concealed shots. A droning speech. Another droning speech. Neil's solemn face in a crowd, watching him walk across the stage to shake hands with…the guy. The. Whatever.  

Some girl digging her talons into his arm after he slipped away from Neil's attempts to maintain a public image by acting like he gave a shit about his son's accomplishments. Beer and cheap tequila and shitty music blurring into each other as he gets dragged around like a trophy dangling off the elbow of whichever nameless girl claimed him for the night.

"Graduated," he says, picking at a sticky spot on the thigh of his jeans. Pinching the fabric isn't doing anything but he can't stop prodding. 

"Yeah, I know, with honors. Congrats." There's a huff. A silence. "Doesn't explain why you're here though." Footsteps, sneakers on linoleum, tap tap tap, meandering around whatever room is at his back. Glass bottles getting moved around. It's sort of soothing to listen to someone move around their house without any reason to be keeping track of their movements.

Well, unless…

Billy's stomach flips, and his chest goes tight. "You're not gonna kick me out are you?" he asks, his voice small. He feels sick, saying it. Thinking about it. He doesn't want to be anywhere else. This house smells sweet under the stink of spilled beer and leftover perfume. And he likes this chair.

The movement behind him stops for a second. "...Nnno?"

He breathes. Relaxing into velvety upholstery. "'Kay." 

"You sure you don't have anywhere to be? Family waiting up? Girlfriend expecting a midnight rendezvous?" 

Billy snorts. "No one gives a shit where I am." 

Neil will care tomorrow when Billy makes him look bad by pulling up hungover and in yesterday's clothes, but that's a problem for tomorrow. He won't be waiting up for him, worrying about Billy's safety or whatever.

A glass bottle clinks against something. "What about your sister?"

"Pfff…" He snickers, and gives his head a tiny shake. The movement makes everything spinny for a second and he has to pause to swallow bile. The sour taste on his tongue feels appropriate. And gross. "I fucked up. Everything. Beat the shit outta her friend. She's prolly hoping I don' come home at all. Ever."

Another glass bottle gets set down, slower this time. Carefully. "...This friend of hers…"

"Steve," Billy sighs. His eyes fall shut and he leans back into a cushioned headrest. His insides do the stupid fluttery thing they always do when he thinks about Steve. Steve and his stupid kissable face. 

"It was pretty dumb of him to pick a fight with you, huh," the voice says wryly. 

"Mnh…I guess." There's a soft snort behind him. But something prickles at Billy. Guilt, maybe. It's uncomfortable. He chews his lip as his eyes start to burn. "Nah. No. Whole thing was my fault. All my fault. S'always my fault." 

Saying it doesn't make it feel better.

"What do you mean?" There's sounds anymore. Just the voice, and Billy's heartbeat in his ears.

"It's…" Billy swipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. "It's a secret."

"I'm good at keeping those."

"You can't tell him."

"...I definitely will not tell him."

Billy hums. "He's real pretty, y'know."

"So I've been told, but what—"

"No, he's…he's so pretty. Like, I can't believe it sometimes, and I just wanna. Do something about it. All the time. But it hurts. Hurts so bad, and it's not supposed to, so I had to—I had to…I just got so mad. And I had to prove I didn't wanna kiss him, but I do. 'Cause I like him so much. Too much."

The silence is back. Ringing in Billy's ears. He sniffles quietly. 

"Oh…" 

"Please don't tell him. Or anyone."

"Billy…"

"Promise."

There's a strained pause. Billy fidgets, his insides twisting into knots. 

"I promise." The voice is so gentle, and it makes Billy's eyes sting again. He blinks away tears and listens to more bottles being moved. Plastic cups hitting plastic bags. Sneakers against linoleum, and hardwood, and carpet. And after a while, "You're not gonna spend all night in the chair, are you?"

"You said—"

"I'm not kicking you out, I just meant. There's a guest bed, man," 

"Oh."

**

Sunlight hits Billy directly in the face and he rolls over, groaning. 

The motion makes his stomach lurch, but he buries his face in…pillowcase. Unfamiliar pillowcase. Smells like honeysuckle and clean air and it's softer than any bedding he's ever touched. 

His legs are tangled in sheets just as sweet-smelling and finely woven, and his guts give another heave as he realizes he's only wearing briefs. 

Did…did he fuck someone last night?

He was definitely drunk enough to do something that stupid, if the cottonmouth and pounding headache are any indication, but he doesn't fucking remember. Which would normally be a blessing, except he usually doesn't stay the goddamn night. 

Is he going to have some girl hanging all over him for the first couple weeks of summer? Until he can figure out how to ditch her without making it look like he's too eager to.

Or maybe he'll stick around for a little while, this bed is actually ridiculous. He might be able to fake his way through one shitty summer fling if it means sleeping like a goddamn king. There are like, five pillows, and it feels like he's laying on a cloud. 

He nuzzles deeper into the pillowcase. Smells nice too.

His memories of the previous day mostly stop around Tammy Whatsherface dragging him away for a graduation afterparty. Maybe he shouldn't have started drinking at noon. 

Christ, he's not even sure how he got here, or where his car is. 

Or where here is.

It's one of the Loch Nora houses, probably. Nowhere else would have sheets like this.

Eventually he drags himself, reluctantly, out of bed. And immediately tastes bile.

Which is. Bad. 

Being upright is bad. 

And he doesn't know where the nearest toilet is. Which could be extremely bad. Girls whose carpets you puke on don't invite you back to sleep in their nice guest rooms.

So, he's very slow and careful about pulling his jeans on. And he makes sure to pause when he starts to feel clammy, sitting on the floor to stop his head spinning. 

It takes him forever to get mostly dressed, jeans and an undershirt are enough. He can't find his button-up and socks require too much bending down, which his dehydrated brain does not appreciate. 

Peeking out into the nondescript hall doesn't provide any more answers about whose house this is. It's all shiny boring expensive decor and not a single person in sight.

Oh, looks like there's a bathroom at the end of the hallway though, good. 

He beelines for the sweet promise of a place to piss and rinse out his mouth, shuffling past a couple closed doors, listening for any signs of life and hearing nothing, until he shoulders his way into the bathroom and freezes in his tracks, because—

"Hey, uh. You're awake." Steve Harrington blinks at him, standing in front of a plain oval mirror, hairbrush in hand. Which he obviously hasn't used yet, because the bedhead he's sporting is kind of hilarious. It's all fluff in every direction. Billy wants to run his hands through it. 

Worse, though, is the fact that he's bare chested, wearing an unzipped hoodie and soft plaid pants, with all that fucking chest hair, and he's looking at Billy with a curious expression that isn't remotely like any way he's ever looked at Billy before and this is…all very, very strange.

So, obviously Billy's theory about what happened last night was wrong. He's not even back to square one, he has less than no idea what the fuck is happening.

"...Yes," Billy responds after a beat too long. 

Great.

Fantastic.

Very smooth.

The corner of Steve's mouth twitches. There's something soft and warm about the amusement twinkling in his eyes and it's making Billy itch. 

"I think I'm gonna puke."

Steve snorts, and drops his hairbrush on the vanity. "Right, I'll get out of your way then." He sidles past Billy, far too close, patting his shoulder as he passes. Which does not help when he's just barely keeping his shit together.

His footsteps fade down the hallway at Billy's back. And Billy doesn't move. 

What the actual fuck.

He slams the bathroom door shut behind him, and leans his forehead against it, trying to breathe slowly through his nose. 

They didn't have sex last night. There's no way. He did not fuck Steve Harrington.

He couldn't have. Steve would never…

He's not…

That's just. Not what happened. Because that would never happen. 

It kind of looks like that's what happened, but it's not. 

He sits on the floor, head in his hands. And breathes. 

It's unclear how long he stays curled up on cold tile. Long enough that his legs start to feel stiff. Nothing about last night comes back to him. He sighs.

And gets up.

And splashes some water on his face. Drinks a little from the tap. Uses some of the mouthwash he digs out from under the counter. Takes a piss.

He's still unsteady. His temples throb if he moves too quickly. But he feels a little less like roadkill.

Steve waves at him when he spots him coming down the stairs. Waggles his fingers in the air, like they're best buds and this situation isn't the most surreal thing to happen to them since the Byers' weirdly trashed living room.

Billy rubs the back of his neck. "...Hey."

"Coffee?"

"Sure."

Steve pulls out two mugs, one of his thumbs stuck through a hole in the cuff of his sleeve. There's sunlight warming the honey-coloured highlights in his hair.

Yeah, no, this is definitely more fucked up than finding Max in a random house with a busted window and shitty drawings everywhere.

He might actually have lost his mind.

"What the fuck happened last night?" He blurts, his cheeks hot, fingers jittery. He shoves his hands in his pockets, fists balled up against his thighs.

Steve glances at him out of the corner of his eye. "Ah, figures you don't remember."

"Don't remember what?"

"You were pretty out of it."

"Yeah, thanks, I know that part."

Steve snorts, grabbing more things out of cupboards. Billy's paying more attention to his hands than what's in them. "You didn't want to leave, so I let you sleep upstairs."

"...Why?"

"You didn't say, just said you didn't have anywhere else to be."

"That's not what I meant." He knows exactly why he didn't want to leave. All the many reasons why he'd rather be here than under Neil's roof. Or anywhere else. What doesn't make any fucking sense is Steve accommodating him. 

Steve's eyes flicker to his again, briefly, before he turns back to the counter. When he shrugs the nonchalance seems forced. "You're a lot nicer when you're plastered."

"I…" Billy opens his mouth. Shuts it again. 

What the fuck does that mean. 

Steve fidgets with a spoon. "You got…kind of weepy, y'know."

Oh.

Goddamnit.

His shoulders go tense, jagged edges of a shield around what's left of his dignity. "Fuck you, Harrington," he snaps. It's all he can muster when he doesn't know what the fuck he was crying about. Every possibility is worse than the last.

"Yeah, you wish," Steve mutters.

Billy freezes. 

And doesn't recover quick enough to hide it from Steve. Steve's eyebrows shoot up. "Holy shit, it's true isn't it?" He turns around fully, the mess he's made of the counter forgotten. 

Fuck.

"I—don't know what you're talking about." His stupid deer-in-the-headlights expression is mostly under control but the sudden tremble in his voice definitely fucking isn't. 

He backs away a step and then stops. Where the fuck is he going to go, he doesn't know where his car is, where his keys are, and he's fucking barefoot. Running upstairs and locking himself in Steve's bathroom seems just a little too pathetic but that doesn't mean he doesn't consider it.

Billy clenches his jaw. It makes his head pound. "What exactly did I say last night?" He grits out, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Steve eyes him. Slowly, carefully. Deliberating. He chews his bottom lip. The silence is fucking agonizing. 

"Can't tell you," he finally replies, his voice light. One corner of his mouth lifts into half a smile, and scratches his cheek. "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone."

"That's…" Billy rubs his forehead with the palm of his hand, like he's looking for the button to restart his poor, confused brain. He drops his hand, exasperated, eyebrows creeping up to his hairline. "Steve, what the fuck."

Steve cracks a full-blown grin. "I told you I'm good at keeping secrets."

"I swear to god—"

"Aw c'mon, I can't break a promise! Especially 'cause you asked so nicely. You were so polite. It was very cute."

"I…what?"

He can't have heard that right.

Or Steve's just fucking with him. That's what's going on here. Billy let something slip last night and now Steve's holding it over his head. Because why wouldn't he, honestly. He has every reason to want to mess with Billy, and now he's got the perfect leverage.

"Billy." Steve's voice is soft, suddenly. His expression gentles, and he moves to close the gap between them. And Billy…doesn't get it. He's stalled out and stuck trying to figure out how this is gonna go wrong, how it fits into whatever prank Steve is clearly pulling.

He doesn't know what his face is doing, but he's pretty sure he's being way more readable than he'd like. 

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Steve touches him. A hand on his shoulder. A hesitant, awkward pat. Testing the waters, maybe. Trying to make sure he's real, maybe.

Is any of this real? Billy's still not convinced. He can smell Steve's shampoo and see all the little flecks of colour in his eyes and his shoulder is still burning where they made contact, but…

"I'm sorry I hurt you, y'know," Steve murmurs, his gaze dropping, hovering somewhere around Billy's crossed arms. He reaches out again, fingers grazing Billy's knuckles this time. All Billy can do is blink at him, afraid to breathe. "Doesn't have to be like that."

He tugs at Billy's hand, untucking it from the crook of his elbow, unfolding Billy's arms, and Billy lets him. One hand drops to his side and the other stays cradled in Steve's grip. He's…staring at it like he's studying for a test. Billy has no idea what's so fucking interesting, or what Steve's talking about, but he's also not bothered at this point. 

His knees feel like jello. 

"You could've just kissed me."

Billy nearly collapses. Like one of those swooning chicks in shitty romance novels. Breathless and flushed and overwhelmed. Except he just stands there like a moron, staring at Steve. And Steve's mouth.

"What?" he manages not to sound too strangled. Miraculously. 

Steve smiles at him, almost sheepishly. "You still could. I wouldn't mind."

"You…wouldn't."

"Yeah, I mean, if you had morning breath still it might be a different story, but…" Steve gestures vaguely, pulling Billy's hand along with him as he shrugs. 

Billy snorts.

And hey, maybe Steve is messing with him, and this will blow up in his face, but…

Well, he just really wants to kiss him before it does.

So he leans in and presses their lips together. 

~~tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

[sakumz]

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「 t. eichi x gn reader 」

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" how do you find the school so far? my beloved... " eichi can't help but rack his brain for ways to start a conversation with you.

after last night's devastating discussions with both your parents and his. you're both forced into marriage. what a good idea to make you two fall in love now and spend more time together while you're young, right? the only horrible part to this was probably having to change school and to be in an all boy's academy, just so you can see eichi everyday? consider it sold.

" it's okay, only that crazy blonde and izumi from the class drives me insane. maybe that long blue haired wannabe rapunzel too. what's with the annoying himemiya dude too. why's he glaring at me when you brought me to the council room earlier, felt like I was stepping into the enemy's territory... " he laughs at your play of words.

" there's more crazy people, you'll eventually meet. " was all he said as he bids you goodbye, it was after school and he told you to wait an hour for him. seeing as he still had student council president work to do, he allowed you to visit and roam around alone.

walking past the many classrooms, you stumbled upon the light music room. a coffin was displayed, walking up to it. you gave it a few knocks as if knocking on a door. the coffin opens, revealing a medium length black haired male with pale completion, heck he might be one of eichis' competitors when it comes to looks.

" my, what a cute little sheep I see~ " he bares his sharp fangs. you would run away if he didn't grab onto your hand, giving a kiss at the back of it in the process of holding it.

trying to pull away but his grip only tightens not too hard to hurt you but strong to keep you in place.

" whoever you are, let go! " raising your other hand in a karate motion to hit on his shoulder blade, he was quick to use his other hand to grab your other hand. he's got both your hands in his now.

" now little one, quite fiesty, aren't ya. so cute~ I should ask my children to tie you up and cook you or maybe I should do the tying, knowing doggie has been tied many times and seeing as he can't escape all those times... " tears threatened to fall as you glared at the man.

" y-y-youre a cannibal?! " you shout as the male only bursts out laughing.

" my dear, no. I'm a vampire and I'll suck your blood. should I suck you dry? seeing as you belong to tenshouin eichi. " he has a playful smirk on his lips but that only made you shudder at the idea.

" let me go, this instance! whoever you are. I'll!- " you attempt to pull your hands out of his holds but to no avail, he doesn't barge.

" so annoying! you do know there's other people around right? " izumi walks into the room.

he motions his hand in a karate chop way to pry both your hands and reis away from one another.

" now you're no fun, sena. shouldn't we take advantage of eichi's property, after what he did to us? fufu~ "

" I'm not his property! izumi say something. you're a knight, you should protect the weak, " it was a battle for izumi side. he only sighs as he feels his head gets all mushy from the arguments he hear from you and rei, he should've just walked to knights room instead.

" eichi's probably looking for you, and you old timer take a nap or something. your precious ritsu is probably sleeping too, " rei can't help but feel slightly offended. old timer but this knight in shining armour has gray hair? what does that make him? a grandma for a knight!?

" you're no different... " rei mumbles out to which izumi let's out a " HAH? " with this opportunity, you decide to rush out. leaving the males to fight their battles.

eichi was indeed looking for you, seeing as you met at the hallways.

" wanna go on a date? there's a nearby cafe... " of course you agreed. you wanted to get out of the school as quickly as possible, what did this expensive blonde even do to make you everyone's enemy or something...

the walk to the cafe was quiet, after ordering and receiving your orders. you're both quietly eating the pastry and sipping the drinks.

" if you ever feel like rebelling against this marriage, be my guest. I won't be mad at you for doing so, it's sudden that you got transferred to be as close to me. we don't know each other very fondly either but I'm willing to get to know you. not for the sake of marriage because our parents want us to, but because you're special. you're like a flower that blooms at the edge of a cliff, so far and special. so hard to find and truly one of a kind. " hearing the words spill out of his lips, only made you blushed at your spot like that of a girl talking about her crush to her close friends.

" there's definitely so much to know about you, seeing as I was a target to two or maybe more eyes. what did you do to this school? " he only chuckles at your words.

" stay by my side and find out yourself, little detective. that's a mission for you and definitely a way for you to get to know most of the idols there, " you can't tell if you should be excited to meet new faces and hear their opinion of him or be scared that they'll put you in harms way for being his wedded partner.

" oh and a little decision helper to you if you still want to marry me, " his family has many connections, it's fine if you called this one off. he can just get another. you can't help but feel the nerves eating at you, how can one be so casual and sorta ignorant at this type of things.

" your opinions matter too, you know. if you want this marriage or not? it shouldn't just be me who gets the final say even though it's fully settled by our parents that we'll marry one another. " a smile tugs at his lips, hearing your words.

" I'll be fine with this. you're an interesting one afterall, " there's so many things you're afraid of, from ' solving the case ' of eichis past to the future of your love life. he sounded so confident like a saviour, would everything play out well for your future? ao many things could change but seeing is believing and you can only be patient as you await for your stories to unfold.

[tkmicha]

This weekend oh my fucking GODDDDD I have so much to tell you all...

So pinkie came over ok? And fuck man... I'm just gonna type out a bunch of stuff that happened bc my brain is still all mushy gushy from how wrecked I was....

So this man has learned new teases bro, like:

Me, in the middle of laughing, I yell stop

"Stop? Ok!" "What? You told me to stop soo I diddd" "oh? You want me to continue? Continue what?" "I dunno what tword you're referencing..." and he made me repeat that I wanted him to tickle me over and over again bro

And don't even get me STARTED on his nails.. i didn't think nails would be too bad on me but BOY was I wrong. NO ONE AND NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR HOW BAD FINGER NAIL TWORDS ARE DUDE.

but he'd like, scribble them on my armpits, stomach, sides, ribs, thighs, and neck- neck, lower stomach, thighs, and ribs were the worst oh my GOD!!!!

The thighs bro... my inner thighs were so fucking sensitive to his nails and so was my lower stomach...

And oh my FUCKING GODDDD he tied up my arms ok? They were loose and I asked him to tighten them and he did and fuckkkk the way he imidiatly attacked me sent shivers through my body-

And oh my god I snort laugh dude. It was so embarrassing- he tickled the hell out of my neck for the first time and I couldn't stop snorting and wheezing- I was so embarrassed but OHH THATS JUST THE START BRO

Why did NO ONE warn me how humiliating it is to not hide your face bro.. I was laying with my head in his lap and my arms were behind him and he tworded the hell out of my armpits and neck and FUCKKK not being able to look away is TORTURE. It's so embarrassingggg

And I kinda- willingly had my arms up behind him and he kept teasing "you could move if you wanted tooo~" "nothings stopping your arms from coming down and saving youuu" UGHHHH MY HEART

I also found out my shoulder blades are hella fucking ticklish dude... ooooooogh

If he ever learns teases like "tickle tickle" "koochie koo" or whatever else is out there I'm gone I tell you GONE

OH MY GAAAWD AND WHEN HE GAVE ME A HUG AND RASPBERRIED INTO MY NECK UGHHH🦋🦋🦋🦋

!!SLIGHT N$FW BELOW!!

He used one of our vibrating toys on me and it tickled like fucking hell dude... IT WAS SO BAD ON MY NECK BECAUSE I COULDNT STOP IT

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e8 the scorpion and the frog (w. meredith glynn)

DEAN Well, see, here's the thing. When a demon tells us to jump, we don't ask how high. We just ice their ass. BARTHAMUS How very "Dean" of you.

this episode and the last i've briefly thought about how in-universe the supernatural books exists and so this rando demon who has been "following their career" also like. surely read those books. and i dunno, man. that periodically skeeves me out :p

weirdly angled prolonged and interesting eye contact

ok blood from a man that's been to hell and back, does sammy not also qualify? and including the clip of dean in hell crying out for sam thanks always love that reminder 🥲

anyway this self-aware heist thing is ... whatever. bunch of random people i'm supposed to keep track of? meh :p

the musical score was largely unobtrusive (outside of the series-long quirky music) last episode, lennertz did it. this one i'm rolling my eyes at so i'm gonna guess it's a gruska :P (it is lol)

s13e8 as shrike / game of thrones s5e8 hardhome - richard brake as the night king

apparently this sadistic murderer been to hell shrike dude was the night king. who we are, i guess, glossing over the fact that he got out of hell

the moral of the scorpion and the frog, the end they both drown, right? can't blame a shark for being a shark?

SAM Dean? DEAN Yeah? SAM Don't get dead. DEAN You, too.

not their regular style but i'll take the crumbs in this episode i couldn't care less about

s13e8 as smash / twilight: breaking dawn part 2 christie burke as renesmee

and safe cracker girl i guess is crushing on dean, sure. i was in her imdb seeing if her age was in there (no) but actually pretty cool looking new series on syfy she's got the lead in, called the ark (trailer) but also??? she was a grownup-ish renesmee in twilight! LOL in that goofy fucking montage

oh good grief, and jackles gets to do some slapstick. to some fucking slapstick carnival music. i do enjoy him as an actor but not so much the comedy he often does in this show

yes sam is also me, correcting the shrike dude (nicely!) about his collection being incorrectly labeled. people love that, let me tell you

GRAB Hey, a little respect? It took years to perfect that spell. If your brother's too stupid to do his part, then that's on him. DEAN What'd you say?

always here for defending sam's honor

DEAN Well, looks like gun beats knife, so how about you hand over the safe, and then we'll all be home in time to watch Game of Thrones. LUTHER SHRIKE I'm more of a book guy.

that was cute, what with the actor being on GOT

SAM Wing it? Dean, these… these aren't like the lasers in Entrapment. There are infinite possible combinations [Sighs] and pressure-released darts. DEAN Did you just say "Entrapment"? SAM I don't know. I mean, I don't… I don't watch a whole lot of those kinds of movies. DEAN Yeah, but you saw Entrapment? SAM Catherine Zeta Jones.

oh right i've seen this bit in gifs, i'm like hey entrapment! i just mentioned that recently! oh right, because of this spn scene

(i'm closer to dean's age than sam's but all the more reason for it to have made an impression on him. her ass specifically was definitely part of the ad campaign)

well lemme guess. bart's bones? we pullin up that old nugget? givin myself a pat on the back, for figuring it out 10 seconds before the reveal

dean in just a henley and brief deployment of the mushy music to acknowledge dean is just totally not suicidal and hopeless anymore hurray 45 second conversation and we're done

[myshredda]

While burning myself for the hundredth time making dinner today (;-;) i got lost in thought and Green got the most attention.

I can't even imagine how burnout that poor child is. How much his poor little body (thin due to the accelerated burning of calories involved in being in a fight or flight situation at every waking second) aches due to stress, how long it takes him to fall asleep and how he always seems tired.

I like to think that eventually, when Green realizes he's ok and there's nothing to fear, he suddenly feels hollow; he was so used to being afraid that its the only thing he knows about himself. He's afraid of even the simplest things, like making food or interacting with objects in the house, because even if he knows that they are harmless, what if suddenly they aren't?

The clump notices this sooner than later, and they decide it's time to make him feel secure.

So, ofc, they go to Tesco!

They help Green find out what textures, tastes and smell of food he enjoys, and then have a great dinner with things he likes!

Late at night, Green lays in bed looking at the ceiling with his little tummy full of yummy things, and for the first time in forever, he feels loved 💚

(Also an apology in case of any grammatical error, my brain did not want to english today)

God the visual difference between Yellow and Green just from a body fat standpoint alone is going to send me into a fit of anguished hysterics. He'd definitely be physically emotionally and mentally exhausted, stack on poor nutrition and the horrific state of mine he must be in he'd be like a semi-feral animal in complete survival mode when he blips back in.

AND! The sudden loss of his main goal (escaping) absolutely leave him empty. There'd be a feeling of 'well if i'm not doing that what am I even doing? why am I even here?' I think it would be a huge toll on him mentally, and the guarded reactions from Duck and Red certainly wouldn't help with that. Thank god Yellow is the happy little dude that he is, at least he's got that support from the start. But even that relationship is a little tainted, because he's so resentful of Yellow for being loved and being accepted and being emotionally healthy enough now that he's unafraid to indulge in comfort, like having Doggie or cuddling with Red. To Green it would be a harsh reminder that he's (once again) the extra, unwanted and outcasted due to circumstances he's not in control of.

But enough angst for now, skipping forward to Green post-closet breakdown. He's finally starting to feel accepted, the trio is getting used to his presence, and Red and Duck aren't so on-edge now that things are going back to 'normal' and maybe they go to Tesco! (still not sure how to write that LMAO) and Green is like. a little overwhelmed being outside and seeing 'normal' people (i'm assuming they look like Lily and Todney's family + the mourners in death) so he sticks close to Red while they shop, and maybe he gets exhausted a little upset so Red just picks him up and puts him in the trolley and lets him ride around and its honestly kind of fun. And they buy foods he thinks he might like, because he's never 'liked' food in the short time he's been 'alive' as it's always been fuel instead of comfort so they kind of pick and choose and they go home and cook it and it's fun. and it's the closest to 'normal' the dynamic has been since Green showed up, so Green feels safe enough to eat, and talk, maybe he even makes a joke that Duck laughs at, and the moment makes his heart feel like it's a sparkler in his chest, and he goes to bed filled with oven chips and mushy peas or whatever else british people fucking eat and he FINALLY has a good nights sleep for the first time in his entire life

[enigmaticsal]

I apologise for the person I'm about to become under this post. I am well aware that the Austin & Ally fandom might just be the most inactive one right now but I'm 5 episodes away from finishing the show entirely & wish to aggressively ramble & absolutely go bonkers about the song 'Stuck On You' by Austin Moon sung in Episode 10 of Season 3 titled 'Critics & Confidence'. I've heard this song on repeat for the past hour and my brain is a serotonin filled mess.

All the madness and screaming is located under the cut so enjoy if you like :))))))

credits to @/austinswoons for the gifs~

I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN CAUSE OF THIS GOSH DARNED MASTERPIECE OF MELODY AND LYRICS IT IS NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE. LIKE THIS SONG MAKES ME WANNA CRY MY HEART OUTTA ADORABLENESS AND WRITE LETTERS OUTTA MY HAPPIE TEARS CAUSE IT'S DESTROYING ME THROUGH AND THROUGH.

This is the only song that'll ever make me go all warm and mushy inside & lemme explain to you why through the lyrics :))))

"Okay maybe I'm shy but usually I speak my mind but by your side, I'm tongue tied."

The general tone he sings this entire song in, holy hera I need a serious breather cause I'm too soft. Someone hold me before I turn to a puddle of goo and before you have to collect me in a freaking jar 🙃

Like one touch and I will evaporate into thin air or turn into a pile of dust and fade away JUST SAYING.

"Now I'm singing all the words I'm scared to say."

PLEASE. HE IS TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS UNIVERSE LIKE I'M CLEARLY LOSING MY MIND AND OBVIOUSLY HAVE VERY STRONG AGGRESSIVE FEELINGS FOR THIS SONG BUT I DO BECAUSE IT'S SO PURE????? AND WHOLESOME???? AND SO VERY FLUFFY AND TOOTH ACHE AND DIABETES INDUCING????

'I'm hoping you feel what I do, cause I told mom about you, I told her.'

CAN YOU IMAGINE AUSTIN TELLING HIS MOM ABOUT ALLY AND RAMBLING WITH EXTREME PUPPY HEART EYES AND FANGIRLING ABOUT HOW SHE NEVER LETS HIM TOUCH HER SONG BOOK, THE PROUD LOOK IN HIS EYES WHEN HE TELLS HER THAT SHE FINALLY CONQUERED HER STAGE FRIGHT AND SANG INFRONT OF A CROWD, I WILL SCREECH. VERY LOUDLY.

AND THE CHORUS. LET US NOT.

"And like the night sticks to the moon, girl I'm stuck on you."

No words just 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥺🥺💔💔💔🥲🥲🤧🤧🤧 💔💔💔💔🤧😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥲🥲🥲🤧🥺🥺🤧🤧💕💕💕💔💔💔💔🥺🥺💔💔💕💕🥲🥲💕💕💕💕🤧🤧🤧🤧

I mean COME ON, he calls himself out for being a perfectionist, talks about not liking rules and making his bed, flossing his teeth to keep them perfect, admits to being a workaholic and feeling at home on his phone. (WHICH SAME MY DUDE, SAME.) such honesty???

He is trying his best in this song to tell Ally that he still likes her in the most perfectly devastatingly cheesy way possible and I'm here for it with every single fibre of my mortal existence :)))

AND THE FACT THAT THIS IS THE SONG WHICH HELPS HIM GET OVER HIS SLUMP OF PANIC ATTACKS AND NERVOUSNESS AND GETS RID OF HIS STAGE FRIGHT AND BASICALLY MAKES AUSTIN BELIEVE IN HIMSELF- I'm truly the biggest mess rn :))))))

He looks at Ally like that throughout the ENTIRE song........lemme just 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

sighs ✨ young love ✨

He is so whipped and so am I. End of story. Goodnight it is almost 2 am 😎

[nightshade-minho]

-Embers- (2)

warnings: heavy-ish suggestiveness, future smut, themes of heartbreak and pain, mentioned parent death, jealousy, angry fathers.

wc: 5.7k

Heartbreak.

It's something you've thought about, in theory. You've wondered how it feels to be heartbroken, especially when you were younger, when almost everything was of interest to your curious brain. Could a heart break? What exactly did that mean? 

Mr Yang's novels were your first introduction to characters who'd gone through that pain. His books had described it as a perpetual feeling of hurt, one which a person would never get over. You wondered if it was even possible to experience pain like that. Pain so bad you felt your heart shattering.

You still remembered that day you thought about it properly for the first time.

***

You shut your book and looked over at Minho, who had been cloudgazing as he waited for you to finish it. Days like this were common. Minho would get you a new book every week, and the two of you would go to the lake and laze around in the sun. You often worried that Minho would find it boring to sit next to you while you read, having nothing to do. On the contrary, he was quite content with the way things were. He liked how warm the grass felt against his skin, and how calming the sounds of rippling water were as he rested his head against Aeracus’s side.

"Wow. That definitely didn't end on a good note." You shook your head, letting out a sigh and laying back.

Minho glanced up at you, sitting up slightly. "You finished it? So soon?"

"Mhm. I got a little too invested in the story."

"Ah. If I'd known you would read it this fast, I would have borrowed more than one from him."

"It's okay, I can wait a few days.' You say, your tone reassuring as you placed Mr Yang's precious book next to you on the grass, carefully. The man put great care into binding and writing his books, all by hand with no one to assist him. You didn’t want to be the one to soil his hard work.

"Good, cause I'm not going back there so soon. There's three girls who have basically set up camp outside Mr Yang's to catch a glimpse of me."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him. "You act like you're a celebrity or something. We get it, you have a lot of fangirls."

"And fanboys. Some of them are quite cute actually. Just last week a dude proposed to me."

"No way. He proposed?"

"Yeah." He let out a low chuckle. "I think I recognized him from the docks. Seen him once or twice, but I've never said a word to him. I felt bad though, he was actually pretty."

"You should have said yes." You pouted, holding back a giggle. "I've always wanted to be maid of honor at a wedding."

Minho shook his head, sitting up and scooting over. Grabbing your waist, he pulled you into him, so that the both of you were curled up against his sleeping dragon.

"Maid of honor?"

"Yeah! I mean, what's the point of having a best friend if you don't get to play that crucial role in their wedding?"

Minho sighed, looking over at you with a fond smile as he bit his cheek. "Oh Y/n, what am I going to do with you? Maid of honor." He chuckled again at the exaggerated pout you flashed him, poking his side. “What’s so funny?”

There was silence for a few minutes as he looked up at the sky, eyes running over a cloud that looked a little like a five-pointed star. Humming, he leaned in a little.

A short inhale before he whispered into your ear, lips brushing against the shell of it and making your hairs stand on end.

"I hate to break it to you Y/n, but you'll never be maid of honor at my wedding." He mumbled softly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Cause you'll be the bride."

For a minute, a stunned look passed over your face as you comprehended his words. It took a whole 60 seconds for you to process, but soon you swatted at his hand, descending into a fit of hopeless giggles at his cheesy line. "Shut up!"

"Hey! I was being serious." he had an offended look on his face as he held your chin, making you face him again.

You looked at his expression and stopped, your cheeks flushing as you realized he meant it. Your heart was racing, your eyes blinking rapidly as your mushy mess of a brain tried to figure out what an appropriate, mature response would be.

Quickly you pushed him off you, stumbling to your feet and beginning to run. So much for being mature.

"Race you home!"

Minho watched you run, shaking his head and sighing to himself as he slowly picked himself up. If only you knew how sincere he was.

If only he knew your heart hadn't stopped pounding for the rest of the night.

Mr Yang's books had been the main contribution to your adolescent fantasies, to be honest. As the local librarian, he supplied you with a regular supply of books, but none were as satisfying as the ones he wrote himself. His writing was descriptive on another level, and pulled you in like no other author could. He was your greatest inspiration, which was why his description of heartbreak had been the one to stick with you the most, all the way to adulthood.

It was described as a lingering emotion in the back of your head, staying with you your whole life to remind you of what could have been. It was nauseating, painful and everlasting. He'd written about the emotion so intensively, that at the time you almost felt like you did truly know how it felt.

You were wrong.

Heartbreak, real heartbreak, was a lot less pain and a lot more emptiness. Yes, it did feel like all those things mentioned before- but there was more to it than that. Your heart, which had been brimming with excitement and happiness not too long ago, felt void. Dark, lifeless. It had been so sudden, so out of the blue that your emotions were a confused jumble.

Of course, there was pain too- agony, more like. Ripping through your entire being as you watched him kiss her cheek yet again. It was so all consuming, so terrifyingly excruciating.

You were across the dinner table by your father's side, the spoon in your hand held in a tight grip as you tried your best to avert your eyes from the sight. After all, you were currently sat at the table with three other chiefs and their families, as well as a few advisors and high ranking guards. You had to look refined and elegant, a person befitting the title of Ember’s heir- not a gawking, bitter girl staring at your once lover canoodling with his fiancée.

Finally managing to tear your eyes away, you let your eyes run over the guests that would be staying with you for the next few weeks. You reminded yourself that you were in no position to be a dejected, woeful and pathetic individual in front of all these important people. Appearances had to be kept up, or you would face dire consequences. Your father’s pride was hurt enough as it is, what with his daughter being the only one who couldn’t participate in the championships. You didn’t want to give him any more reasons to hate you.

Next to your father was the Aqua chief, his wife and their daughter- Minho’s fiancée. They were dressed in blue silks, dripping with sapphires and lapides lazuli. The royal blue draped around them was deep, the fabric clearly expensive and not too unlike the dress you were wearing currently. 

The Aqua heiress was the spitting image of her mother, both their faces round and their features pretty. She was dressed similarly to her parents, with a tiny diadem upon her brown locks, her gown objectively fancier than yours. She continued talking to Minho, the plate of food in front of her untouched.

Minho.

You hated how beautiful he looked, dressed in white and grey. His uniform was simple, all clean lines and crisp edges. It suited him perfectly, like it was made for him. Which it probably was. 

The two of them seemed to be in their own little world as Minho whispered something into her ear, making her giggle yet again. Your throat felt clogged. Blinking, you quickly looked away from them, your eyes landing on Minho’s father. He looked the same as he always did, except now slightly frailer. He was wearing the same uniform as his son, although he didn’t quite fill it out the same way. You chewed on your lip, glancing at him one last time before turning to the Terra family. 

The Terra chief was a rotund, pot-bellied man who had his attention completely focused on his plate, not contributing much to the conversation the three other chiefs were having. You couldn’t blame him, really- the maids had cooked up a delightful feast. You were sure you’d have devoured your entire plate by now if circumstances had been different. The empty feeling in your stomach was making it hard to savour the roast beef, which you reluctantly ate. 

He and his wife were both dressed in earthly, neutral tones combined with deep greens- and positively covered in every kind of jewel found under the Earth. The rubies on your dress looked like chili flakes in comparison to the twinkling emeralds and gems on the Terra family.

Their son, the Terra heir, looked just as miffed as you, to be honest. He wasn’t as bejewelled as his parents, wearing a shade of green that provided you comfort as you looked at him. It reminded you of the grass near the lake you and Minho once frequented.

He caught your gaze suddenly. Smiling, his heart-shaped lips curving upwards. He shot a glance towards Minho and his girl, and then back at you, raising an eyebrow.

You tried your best to smile back, or give him a knowing wink, or something. But all you could do was stare blankly, your emotions having been sucked out of you. You still failed to comprehend what had happened, your brain seemingly giving up on you and leaving you alone with nothing but your broken heart for company.

Soon enough, the smile melted away from the man's face, and he looked back down at his plate, a little dejected. You felt a flash of regret, fleeting however as you suddenly felt a sharp voice whispering in your ear.

You looked up in confusion at your father, who had previously been immersed in a conversation with Minho’s father and the Aqua chief. Now his face was right by your ear.

"Number one, stop staring. You’re lucky I’m the only one who noticed. Number two, stop by my office before you go to sleep tonight, okay? It’s important." He said, voice stern.

Gulping and nodding, you watched as he turned away, diving right back into the conversation he was having. What did he possibly want to talk about? You rarely talked to your father these days, unless arguments could be counted.

You spent the rest of the meal in contemplation, staring down at your plate. Your hand moved methodically, shoving food into your mouth without actually tasting anything; All you could taste was regret.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. Despite not looking up, her giggle still pierced your ears from time to time, stabbing you deep in the heart. You'd seen it...the way Minho had been looking at her. He'd once reserved such looks for you and you only. Turns out, every meaningful word he'd said back then were lies. Every promise of forever had been empty.

A small part of you reminded yourself that it wasn't his fault he was kicked out from your village. He’d thought you didn’t oppose your father, and simply watched as he and his father was humiliated. Were you being irrational in expecting him to have stayed single until he came back to you? Hell, was it stupid to think he could even bear to glance at you after what your father had did?

Life was unpredictable, nothing was written in stone. How could he even have known he'd ever be in the same room as you again?

No. Y/n, don't do this. Don't force yourself to make up excuses for him. The man had barely cast a glance at you since he arrived. His eyes had been cold and stony the only time you'd made eye contact. 

Besides, if he really knew you, he would have known you wouldn’t betray him like that. And if he really loved you, he would have waited. He wouldn’t have moved on so easily. 

It was still fresh in your mind, despite having happened a few hours ago, now. The way you’d felt your hopes and dreams shattering to the ground in a million pieces, all in a span of a few seconds. Your heart, vibrating so fast it was almost going to implode.

As you continued drowning in your emotions, reliving the pain you'd felt, you suddenly felt a pair of eyes burning into you, sharply. Confused, you looked up, expecting the Terra heir to be the one looking back at you.

It wasn't him.

Minho quickly looked away before you could react, going back to talking to the heiress. It had only been for a second, but you’d caught him.

He’d been staring. At you. For a second, the tiniest flash of hope lit up your heart. But it was gone quickly, as the Aqua chief started laughing boisterously at a question the Terra chief's wife had asked.

"Yes, Jisu and Minho are deeply in love, Calandra. Honestly. Why would they be getting married otherwise?" He smiled, looking over at the two who had stopped talking to listen.

"This one-" He ruffled his daughter's head, chuckling. "She was so smitten. Kept sneaking out past the border to meet him. Of course when I found out, I was more than happy to let them join hands. I couldn’t imagine a son better than Minho to marry my little girl."

"That's sweet." You glanced up at your father as he said the words. He seemed to be gritting his teeth in slight vexation, the annoyance on his face clear. At least, to you it was.

"The wedding will take place a month after the championships." Minho's father said suddenly, smiling proudly as he grabbed a glass of wine. "You're all invited, of course. It will take place at my village. Now, raise a glass for the happy couple!"

A few claps sounded as everyone at the table raised their glasses. You carefully avoided Jisu's shy smile and Minho's confident smirk, his arm wrapped around her shoulder firmly. As if she would break into a million pieces if he let go.

You hated that you knew exactly how he behaved when he was in love. And now you weren’t on the receiving end of his adoration. 

You weren’t used to this. 

Yes, you’d lived your life as normally as you could without him for the past few years...but this was different. He was right there, and yet he wasn’t yours. So close, but you couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t feel him. Couldn’t kiss his lips and tell him how much he meant to you.

Your eyes darted about as they tried to find an appropriate thing to focus your gaze on. You raised your glass like everyone else, downed the amber liquid a little faster than the rest. You refused to let yourself look at the two.

Your eyes landed on the Terra heir after a few seconds. You weren't completely sure what his name was, but you have a vague recollection of your father telling you everyone’s names. Of course, at the time you’d been too overcome with excitement to digest the information.

Felix? Yes, that was it.

He seemed sweet. Friendly, even. His smile was a little sympathetic as he looked back at you, and that threw you off. You decided to put a smile on your face immediately, trying to conceal the pain that you’d hoped wasn’t evident.

Your mind flitted back and forth as everyone’s plates gradually cleared up. What were you going to do after this? 

Originally, you'd been planning to go to Minho's room tonight. Fuck, you’d dreamed of how tonight would go for months now, ever since your father had told you the news. But how could you now? 

Everything was fucking disintegrating.

***

You walked down the hallway to your father's office, your heels clicking against the stone slabs. Your dress was starting to feel itchy, and you couldn’t wait to take it off. You resentfully recalled how excited you’d felt when your maids had helped you into it. How all you could think about was Minho seeing you in it. You’d never expected him to barely acknowledge you.

Sighing, you passed through the hallway, stopping when you heard a high-pitched giggle come out of nowhere.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you glanced around you in confusion. 

Another laugh, this one deeper, followed by what seemed like a...moan?

The pain came back full force, hurtling through you and overtaking you completely. As you walked, the sounds started to feel closer. You wished you could cover your ears to block them out, but at the same time you were consumed with curiosity. Was it what you think it was?

Suddenly, you heard another sound. Now, it was clear where they were coming from.

The sounds were from beyond the door that led to your father's old bedroom, the one he used to share with your mother before she died. You frowned, puzzled as you walked closer to the door.

Had he really given away that room to Minho and his fiancée? It hadn't been used in years, and had always been covered up and inaccessible. Even the maids weren’t allowed to clean in there. It was the biggest bedroom in the house, and the thought of it occupied by them was causing fresh tears to prick at your eyes. 

You felt the lump in your throat make itself more prominent, blinking rapidly as your heart pounded. Suddenly, your legs started moving of their own accord.

Before you knew it, you were stood in front of the large door, your hand raised and knocking firmly on the gilded wood as you swallowed.

There was complete silence for a second or two, but then there were scrambling noises, along with the sound of rustling bedsheets. You tried to calm the beating of your heart, as you waited for the door to open.

When it finally did, you felt like your heart was almost about to burst out of your chest.

She was the one who opened it. She was clearly half naked, having pulled on a blue robe hastily. Running a hand through her hair, she greeted you, her voice a little shaky.

"Oh- um, hello…” She pressed her lips together, glancing behind her for a second. You followed her gaze, to Minho on the bed.

He was shirtless, his hair messed up and his eyes carefully trained on the wall beside him, away from you. You swallowed again, tears threatening to spill past your eyes as you quickly tried to turn your attention back to the woman in front of you.

Too late. She'd noticed. She frowned at you, subtly moving to the side a little to cover Minho from your view.

"I know we haven't formally met yet. I'm Choi Jisu, the Aqua heiress. I’m sure you know." She smiled, albeit a little forced. "And I did want to thank you for letting us stay-"

There was an impatient grunt from behind her, and she looked behind back briefly before turning to you once more.

"Um, I don’t know if you noticed, but I was kind of in the middle of something. Sorry." She tried her best to hide her smile, her voice heavily insincere. “Let’s talk later, Y/n. And maybe next time you won’t be interrupting anything.” She smiled, beginning to close the door.

"Later." 

You just stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to reply. Your face was passive but your brain was overrun with thoughts. The tears would spill any minute now. 

She frowned at your reaction, tilting her head before gently shutting the door in your face.

You just stood there for a moment. You could hear Minho's voice, muffled as he said something to her.

A part of you wanted to press your ear to the door and listen, but you already looked pathetic enough to the guards standing in the hallway, one of them already having flashed you a sympathetic look. You were really having enough of all this fucking sympathy.

Sighing, you dragged your feet away, trying to push everything down, but to no avail. There were too many enotions, and they were too heavy to even let you think. 

You thought back to her behaviour. You'd definitely picked up on her attitude, which had soured after she’d caught you looking at her fiancé. Jisu wasn’t a fan of you, that much was clear. And neither was the person who’d once declared himself your biggest fan. Ironic, really.

***

“Who was at the door?” Minho asked carefully, although he’d already seen you. Standing there, looking at him. 

You’d looked smaller, vulnerable. So, so different. Almost alarmingly so.

He tried to best to keep his tone even, eyes trained on Jisu as she slunk back to the bed, having shut the door.

“The Ember heiress.” She said, a slight sting to her tone. “Why do you think she came?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“I...don’t know.” Minho muttered, staring at the bedsheets. His heart was clenching, hands starting to shake a little. 

No. Not in front of Jisu.

“Weren’t you two ‘best friends’ once?” She asked carefully, having picked up on his icy behavior. Jisu knew, of course. Despite Minho and you trying to keep it a secret, at one point the entire village came to know the two of you were in love. The information had even spread across the village, to others. 

Of course, the chiefs were the only ones who’d been clueless, only finding out after they’d been separated.

Minho scoffed, shaking his head. He gestured to her, hooking his fingers under his boxers to pull them down. “Forget that. Come back here, baby.”

Jisu raised an eyebrow, looking like she wanted to say more. However, Minho’s almost naked body was difficult to resist.

Shrugging, she slid her robe off, letting the silk fall to the floor as she straddled him. His hands ran up her hips, watching her, feeling her. 

His brain, however, felt like it was a million miles away.

***

The tears ran down your face. You were no longer able to hold them back. Realizing you were probably about to break down in the middle of the hallway, you walked faster towards the office- 

Until you bumped into someone on the way, almost knocking them over.

“Woah, woah, slow down.” Felix chuckled, holding onto your arms to keep you on your feet.

You looked up at him, blinking as you registered what you’d just done. “Fuck- I’m so sorry-”

“No, it’s okay.” He smiled, realizing his hands were still on you. He quickly took them away, tucking them into his pockets. His cheeks were dusted a light pink as he cleared his throat, looking at you in concern.

You quickly wiped away your tears, but Felix had unfortunately already noticed.

“Hey, are you okay? I noticed... I noticed you didn’t seem so happy at the dinner.” He said softly, looking down at you. 

You remained silent, staring at the floor as you wondered how to reply. You didn’t want to seem any more pitiable than you already were.

“Uh, it’s okay if you don’t want to say anything. I’m sorry if I overstepped.” He shook his head, stepping back slightly. His voice was almost more nervous than yours. “Um, I’ll leave you be now. Sorry-”

You looked up, sighing. “Wait…” 

Felix looked back, an expectant, almost hopeful look on his face. You didn’t want to let him down, you really didn’t...but it was difficult to pretend like you were okay. You were shivering, biting on your lip. You already felt humiliated enough.

“Sorry. I...I need to go, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, quickly walking away from a bewildered Felix. As soon as you turned the corner, you breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall as your body shuddered. 

You’d never cried like this, not even when Caeli had died. Not even when Minho had left, because back then you’d still possessed some kind of hope. Hope that just wasn’t there anymore.

Rubbing your cheeks, you managed to get rid of the tear stains. You hoped your eyes weren’t too red- you weren’t ready for any comments from your father today. Breathing in, you continued walking, still massaging your eyes in a desperate bid to get them dry.

You groaned as you noticed you’d reached your father’s office quicker than you thought you would. Inhaling deeply, you tried to pull yourself together. You really didn’t like showing weakness in front of him, but lately that was all you did.

You knocked on the door carefully, waiting for him to open the door.

“Door’s open, come in.”

You pushed open the heavy oak door, stepping in.

"Y/n. Finally. Where have you been?"

"Nowhere important." You said quickly, clearing your throat. "Um... you said you wanted to see me, dad?"

He cleared his throat. "Yes." He rearranged the files on his desk quickly, standing and coming over to lean on the front of his desk. He sighed, screwing his face up in thought as he wondered where to start.

"I can’t believe Lee really scored a marriage for his son. Do you know what this means? A heir marrying an heiress? They'll possess power we can’t even begin to imagine." He paced back and forth, clenching his fists in barely concealed anger. You rolled your eyes slightly. Of course your father thought it was a ploy to gain power. He’d never believed in love, and most probably never will.

“So?” 

"So? So?!” He shook his head. “See, this is exactly why the villagers think you’re too incompetent.” He glared, making you cower. Your heart pounded quicker, your lips pressing together. No more tears, you had to control them.

“Look, Y/n...I’ll put it plain and simple. Ember has been the most powerful for centuries. We’ve always had the strongest dragons, and the sturdiest men. Our village is the largest in the country, and all eyes are on us.”

He pinched his forehead. “Do you know how embarrassing it is that Ember’s heiress, the one who should be the most powerful of all, is nothing but a lovesick, pathetic little girl who doesn’t even have a fucking dragon to compete with?!”

You blinked, sniffing as you stared at the floor. You could always count on your father to reinforce negative emotions. His eyes burning into you, chest heaving in anger. 

He sighed, watching as your shoulders shook slightly. Softening a little, he inhaled. It always went that way. He’d blow up at you, and subsequently regret it. He couldn’t take back anything he said, though.

“Sorry, child.” You remained silent, looking up a little. His face seemed sincere enough.

“Hm. I have an idea..." He mumbled, placing a finger on his chin. You could almost see the cogs and gears turning in his brain.

"What did you think of Felix? Nice boy, isn't he?"

You frowned at your father's words, his expression seeming innocent...but his intentions clearly weren't.

"The Terra heir?" You asked, sighing. "He seems nice. Why are you asking?"

"No reason." He shrugged, fiddling with the Ember figurine on his desk.

You groaned, rubbing your forehead. "Dad...don't tell me you want to marry me off to him."

"What?? No!" Your father shook his head vehemently, still playing with the figurine and avoiding your eyes. "I was just thinking. Uh-"

He looked back at you and sighed. "Okay, I'm sorry. But...just consider it, okay? An arranged marriage...an alliance between Ember and Terra could be phenomenal."

You pursed your lips, flashes of Minho and Jisu running through your head as you thought it over. Fuck it, why not? It wasn’t like you had any reason to oppose him. "Fine, dad. I’ll think about it, but I’m not promising anything. Besides, I don’t even know if he’s interested in me."

"I saw the way he was looking at you from across the table, child. He definitely has some curiosity, at the very least.” He hummed. “Anyway, that's actually not why I called you here."

You raised an eyebrow, confused as he went back to his seat, sitting down and pulling up a large, dusty book.

"Look...I'm worried. There's something ominous about this. Their marriage...it poses too many conveniences and benefits for both the chiefs to be a mere coincidence.”

You frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

He looked to be deep in thought. When he heard you speak, he snapped back to attention, shaking his head. "I’m not sure yet. Now, even if I managed to convince Farran to get his child married to you, it still doesn’t provide us power directly. Without a dragon, it’s likely they’ll make you reside in the Terra village once this is all over.” He hummed, looking like he was talking to himself rather than addressing you. “No...we need a reason to make you stay here. You’re an Ember heiress, the future chief of this legendary village. However, you definitely need to look the part. You need to prove to everyone that you’re powerful, Y/n. Shatter their expectations...and mine.” He smiled, gesturing for you to come closer.

 “I was wondering...do you want to participate in the championships?"

Your eyes widened impossibly, your words stuttering as you moved forward. You couldn’t believe your ears, not one bit. It sounded too good to be true.

“Wait- really?”

“Yes.”

“But...but I don’t have a drag-”

“You can participate with Aeracus.”

No. No way. For the first time since the welcoming, you felt true happiness overtake you. Jumping, you squealed in delight, barely able to hide your glee. “Oh my god, thank you, dad! Thank you so so much.”

He chuckled as he watched you, flipping a page. “This has never been done before, so expect some backlash. I’m sure once they see the bond you have with Aeracus though, they’ll change their minds.”

You couldn’t believe it. Your father, the most skeptical dragon purist the world had ever seen, was acknowledging your bond.

“But...what about Minho?”

“Aeracus is no longer his dragon, Y/n. He has a new one.” Of course, you’d noticed. The huge black dragons he and his father had been riding. You felt a sensation of unease drift through you as you thought about the creatures, the likes of which you’d never seen before. 

New lover, new dragon. He’d really left this place behind.

“Something’s off about those dragons.” He voiced the exact same concern you had. “They’re up to something. I just don’t know what.” He turned back to his book, taking his quill back up. “I’ll find out, though. Somehow. Now, go to sleep, kid. You have a big day tomorrow, now that you’re actually participating.”

You nodded, excitement coursing through your veins. “Sure, dad. Have a good night.” You bowed and turned around, your steps a lot lighter as you headed to your room, which was close by.

Reaching your room, you pushed open the door, smiling as you noticed Sylvia fast asleep at your dressing table. Moving slightly closer, you gently nudged her awake.

“Wha- I-” She shot up, mouth open as she bowed to you. “I’m so sorry, ma’am, I was just arranging and-I’ll help you out of your dress, now-”

“Sh, it’s okay. Tonight’s been tiring. You deserve the rest.” You said sadly, patting her shoulder as a yawn left your mouth. “Go to sleep, and don’t come by tomorrow. I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself. I want you to relax, okay? Head to the docks, or buy yourself some bread in the square.” You opened a tiny drawer and handed a few coins to her, enough to get some sweetbread from the bakery.

She nodded thankfully. “You’re the best, ma’am.” She giggled, accepting the coins from you. 

“What have I told you about calling me ma’am? We’re the same age, Sylvia, it makes me uncomfortable. It’s Y/n to you.”

“Fine. Y/n.” She smiles, heading to the door. “Good night, Y/n.”

You grinned widely at that. You loved how easygoing she was, unlike Ann, your head maid. You weren’t royalty, and hated being treated as such. A friend was all you needed, to be honest. And Sylvia managed to fill the best friend sized hole Minho had left behind, somewhat. 

She closed the door behind her, and you sighed, flopping down onto your soft bed and beginning to slip off your heels and the heavy dress, carefully placing it on a rack. The moon shone extra bright today, and you noticed the streets outside were still lit up with lanterns. Soon, they’d be turned off, and the streets would be quiet once more, except for a few drunken stragglers that didn’t want to stop celebrating.

And you would be left alone with your thoughts.

You slid yourself underneath your covers, sighing as you stared at the moon. In the distance, you could see a few dragons and their riders, flying through the air. They were quite far away, possibly near the outskirts. 

Tomorrow, you’d be able to ride Aeracus like that, after so many years. Every time Minho had let you climb atop his dragon, it had just felt like it was meant to be. Deep down, you felt bad, though...for Caeli, for Minho. However, it was just the plain truth.

You smiled as you decided to buy Aeracus a bunch of treats tomorrow. Ostrich eggs, phoenix meat- you were planning to go all out. He deserved it, after all.

In a way, tonight had possibly been the worst night of your life, and simultaneously the best. Your heart felt pulled in two, as you closed your eyes and willed yourself to sleep.

You had a big day tomorrow.

[emo-bunny-1317]

Okokok I know I said I was going to bed and this will probably sound like nonsense because half of my brain shuts off whenever I get too sleepy BUT. I know I gushed about Scu a bit but I also really like Quincy (the Scrybe) too. Not in the same mushy cartoon heart ba-dump sound effect way I like Scu but more of a "I want to know what the heck your deal is (affectionate)" way. Like. How did this happen to you dude. Why did like every ghost in a mile radius look at this guy and go "you. I like you" and why is he so chill about it. Like I know something something GameFuna and DATA shenanigans but man you have so many ghosts in and around you that I'm pretty sure the house from Poltergeist would blush. Is he just chill because this is normal to him or what. Also while I'm thinking about it like I feel he should have reasonably died like 3 times during the story and from that bit of background story we got it sounds like he's chronically near-death all the dang time like good Lord it's a good thing he has the other Quincy to help him out. Kind of makes me wonder if he died at some point and just hasn't realized yet but that's probably me looking too much into things again

ANYHOO yeah I should go to bed now but in summary I like Quincy (Scrybe) as a character a whole bunch and want to put him under a microscope. He also reminds me of one of my own OCs so that might have something to do with it

[fluffy-lee-boa]

Uhhh Edward headcannons because much like him, I too am chronically online

I love how it's pretty much cannon that Edward is an absolute klutz. Mans seriously tackled the mayor to the ground and fell WITH him. Dude wouldn't be able to escape a tickle attack if his life depended on it. He's a mess as it is.

I can totally see him thinking "Batman would never hurt me" so he doesn't even try to escape when Batman has him by his shirt collar. Dude is just aggressively blushing with a lovestruck look on his face and awkwardly stammers something like "this is progressing MUCH faster than I anticipated-" and Bruce is like "????? Tf????" Edward is straight up pinned against the wall in a borderline chokehold and is like "bATMAN OH MY GOSH I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SO FORWARD-" meanwhile Bruce is internally screaming in confusion

After he burned the old shitty orphanage down he visits the new and improved one in secret to make sure it's up to standard. Dude has had moments where young orphan kids have seen him there at night. He's like their personal mentally disturbed emotional support cryptide/urban legend who they don't know for sure is evil or not (this was before he started the murderous Riddler shenanigans).

When doing this he accidentally made a little girl cry once (just imagine a 7 year old girl seeing him in his Riddler getup at the end of a dark orphanage corridor just standing there like a dumbass) he immediately took the mask off and was like "*hushed whisper tone* oh my gosh please don't cry I'm so sorry honey!" (It's cool they hug it out and she's ok. Dude gets all mushy and emotional and vows to protect her and all the other kids in the orphanage)

When he does these orphanage visits he also pretends to be a satanic demon to scare the nuns since he's an absolute menace. Deadass "That's for forcing me to be right handed"

Would ABSOLUTELY tease Batman about him getting laid tf out by a bridge when he tried to cosplay as a flying squirrel after jumping off the GCPD roof. "Batman I hate to tell you this but ONE OF US needs to have coordination skills and it definitely isn't me so if you're lacking in that department as well I'm not sure what we're gonna do. Perhaps you should stick to being a bat instead of a flying squirrel."

Selina has seen him in alleyways feeding stray cats and she has joined him before. If you told her he was the Riddler she'd assume you were on drops. This is the same man who breaks into a giggle fit whenever he's holding a cat and it snuggles into his neck

Bruce "smirking at him" was a lie Edward told himself to repress his crush on him

He relates to Bruce way more than he'd like to admit. He thinks the way Bruce acts at public rich people gatherings is really funny and relatable. At first he tried to insist to himself that Bruce is an aloof douchebag (he wants to hate him SO badly it's comical) but the paparazzi live camera panned to Bruce's facial expression looking super bewildered and confused one time and Edward just burst out laughing. One time on a live news camera Bruce just randomly walked away mid conversation with a snobby socialite and the look on that womans face on the news made Edward nearly pee himself laughing. And then he proceeds to get mad at himself for finding Bruce Wayne endearing.

I agree with all of this SO MUCH- I honestly feel like Selina and Edward would get along. At least I think Ed would like her attitude towards his work and she would find him endearing (she has a thing!!! about strays!!!!)

He rationalizes his softness for her after finding out about her hobby as “Ok so I’m the brains, Batman is the brawn, she’s absolutely the one with fine motor skills.” She’s very good at being stealthy and handling delicate situations. The three of them would be a good balance for each other 🥺

I also love the idea that Edward has an annoying celebrity crush on Bruce Wayne at times and acts like a dumb preschooler about it.

And he’s literally a guardian angel for the orphanage I promise-

Ok ok and yeah he is so head over heels for the Batman he’s blind to anything other than the obvious idea that Bats reciprocates. Did you see the heartbreak in his face when Bruce called him insane??? 🙃

[r0und3bitch]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have tried to start this reblog like 7 times now and I truly don't even fucking know where to begin!

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First off, YOU ARE AN AMAZING, BRILLIANT, IMAGINIATIVE, CREATIVE WRITER!!!! My mind is so blown right now! How you are able to write such dominance while turning it all to sweet mushy-ness?! THE DEPTH!?!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I AM A BALL OF A MILLION EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW! 😩🥺😭😱🤯😨

The mood board? BRILLIANT! The colorful vibrators are a fucking VIBE I'm just sayinnnnnnnnnn. 😏

I also may have had a mild/moderate heart attack while reading this, ALL GOOD, JUST NEED TO RESTART MY BRAIN. FULL KINK, FULL PRASIE BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. Good god. WHAT IS LIFE!!!

The way Rafe is so clearly apprehensive and he expects her to be impatient but she is nothing but understanding and wants him to feel SAFE! How he wants to be good FOR HER. I CANT!!!

I'm just gonna openly and vulnerably say this fucking blurb/chapter/part WHATEVER WE ARE CALLING IT opened up a whole new world of things for me. Like why do i feel like I'm walking away like I'M THE ONE WHO LEARNED SOME THINGS?! DUDE, I'm not okay. 😅😅😅😅😅😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

It was hot, and mind bending and truly just WILD AND DOMINANT BUT SAFE AND BEAUTIFUL AND IM HAVING A HARD TIME FINDING THE RIGHT WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥵🤯

And then after.....holy fuck this was so intensely beautiful. The talent you have and the true intamcy between after?! Are you fucking kidding me?!

The intimacy had them both struggling to cope, neither expecting it to feel like this. The boy starved for affection now being showered in it. The girl used to repressing her instincts giving in. He opened his eyes and met her gaze, emotion swirling in both of them. She broke the stare first, pushing down the confusing feelings that started bubbling up. Her lips finally met his for the first time that night in a sweet, chaste kiss. A kiss over too soon if you asked him.

^^^^ THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCK! The parallels between them?! The boy starved for attention and the girl used to repressing her instincts?! This is amazing! How they’re both able to give each other what they really need like no one else has before?! I have read this paragraph SO MANY TIMES!

How she realizes he’s MAKING HER HAPPY! (and home girl didnt even come, THATS SAYIN SOMETHING!)

The part where he gets embarrassed and she just reassures him....I think my heart literally gave out while reading this. THE SWEETEST FUCKING THING EVER. AND THEN SHE HOLD HIM!?!?! Someone needs to hold ME because I AM NOT FUCKING OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lines that TRULY FUCKING MURDERED ME:

“You said you wanted to be a good boy.” She trailed off, searching for something. “Did you mean it?”

“Please what?” He groaned at that. She knew what he needed but she’s forcing him to say it. “Please... I need-“ his eyes closed now “Please touch me.” (GIRL I THINK I MAY HAVE ACTUALLY LET OUT A MOAN AT THIS....) 🥵

He looked so lost and soft and sad in that moment it clenched at her heart but he disobeyed her and he needed to be punished. 😵

“What’s your color, baby boy?”

“Such a good boy for me.”

“You with me?” she asked with a quirk of her brow. A giggle left him and she swore it was the cutest thing she’d ever heard. “Yeah...” he answered, still smiling, as his eyes closed again. 🥺😩

“Hey...” his low voice startled her. “Hey. I didn’t wanna wake you.” He shook his head “Where were you?” He whispered as he reached his hand out towards her. He was clearly needy and it clenched at her heart. She took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Just got changed. I’m right here, sweet boy.”

“Come here, sweet boy”

THIS. WAS. FUCKING. BRILLIANT!!

You are so so so incredibly talented I truly cannot put it into words. I am so happy that you shared this with us and will literally die for any single fucking crumb more you give me. I am so so so so so so amazed by you and cannot even begin to explain the things this did to me. 

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I AM A NEW WOMAN AFTER READING THIS. 

The Sounds of a Good Boy

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: Rafe submits for the first time and a whole new world of pleasure is opened up to him. (Basically smut with a fluffy ending)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Rafe, dom!Reader, overstimulation (male receiving), handjobs, praise kink, (slight) pain kink, some tears, fluffy aftercare

Author’s Note: Hi there! This is my first time posting something I’ve written so I’m quite nervous / don’t yet know how it all works so please be patient with me! Having said that, this a sort of excerpt chapter out of a series I’ve started writing - but it can be a stand alone oneshot too. I’ve noticed a severe lack of sub!Rafe content so I decided to do something about it lol. Please let me know what you think and if you’d like it to maybe be a series!

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated.

Happy reading! 🥰

The Sounds of a Good Boy

He was sat on the bed in front of her, naked per her request. He was looking flushed and needy and so pretty that she wanted to kiss him, but he hadn’t earned that. Not yet.

He was waiting for her to make a move, do something, anything really. But she just stood there, still fully clothed, staring at him. The way her eyes were running over him reminded him of that first night; he felt like she wanted to devour him and that’s the same look she was giving him now. His cock twitched from the heat of her gaze, painfully hard now, desperate for some kind of release. He knew she wouldn’t give it to him though, she made that pretty clear. She wanted him to suffer first.

“Lay down for me.” She ordered, voice low and smooth. He could feel his heart racing as he positioned himself down in the middle of her bed, eyes never straying from her.

She turned towards her dresser and opened up one of the drawers. “You said you wanted to be a good boy.” She trailed off, searching for something. “Did you mean it?” She turned her head to meet his eye, waiting for his response.

His voice was an octave higher than it had been earlier when he spoke. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Yes?” “Yes. I meant it.” She seemed satisfied with his answer as she turned and closed the drawer, having found what she was looking for.

She took slow, purposeful steps towards him, as if she had all the time in the world, while he was growing ever more desperate for her touch.

“Do you have a safe word?” She asked, dropping the items she grabbed onto the foot of the bed. He tried making out what it was she brought out but he couldn’t see it. He hadn’t realized he hadn’t answered her untill he felt a sudden pain as she slapped his thigh. He yelped, shocked face looking up at her. “I don’t like repeating myself, Rafe.” Her tone was steady and calm, a stark contrast to her words and actions. He wracked his brain for a moment trying to remember her question. “Um... no?” She quirked her eyebrow at that. “Is that an answer or a question?” She was playing with him.

“No, I don’t.” He stated now, more sure.

She noded. “Pick one. It can be anything, but you need to be able to remember it.” He tried to think of something but for some reason he was drawing a blank.

As if she could sense it, she decided to help him out. “We can use the traffic light method if it’s easier.” He looked at her confused. “What is that?”

“It’s the colors. Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down, check in with your partner. And red means stop.” He was nodding along, seemingly following.

“So when I ask you what your color is you’ll say...” she trailed off there with a purposeful look, holding his gaze. It took a few seconds for him to realize what she wanted him to say. “Green.” He spoke with certainty. She smiled at that. “Good boy.”

The way he swallowed and the way his cock twitched on his stomach at the name did not go unnoticed by her. He liked praise. She expected he would but still felt a warmth in her belly at the confirmation.

“Put your hands behind your pillow, baby.” He groaned at the pet name and promptly obeyed, hands grabbing his pillow from underneath, the anticipation killing him.

She was loving how responsive he was to her already and she hadn’t even touched him yet. “You’re gonna keep them there. Yes?” He nodded, just needing her to get moving already. That wasn’t good enough for her though.

“I need you to use your words. Can you do that?” He gulped at the sight of her climbing onto the foot of her bed, kneeling by his legs. He was taking too long to respond again. “Rafe.” Her voice cut through his daze, sharp- she was losing patience.

“Y-yes. Yes I can...I will.” He was nodding along with his words, determined to stay on her good side, hoping she’ll have some mercy on him. If he could just focus on answering her questions and doing what she says she won’t have reason to get pissed off.

“Okay. Good.” She picked up one of the items from the bed - a jar. “Are you allergic to coconut?” This question threw him for a loop. “What?” She tsked. “We talked about this. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He shook his head. “No. No I’m not- I’m not allergic.”

“Okay. Good. We’re gonna use this then.” She showed him the jar that said coconut oil. The look on his face made clear he was confused again. “For lube.” She clarified. His eyes widened at that, finally clicking. “Right.”

“I’ve got a few things here that we can try out. If you feel comfortable, of course.” She picked up and showed him a bullet vibrator, an elastic hairtie and a small buttplug. She noticed his reaction to the buttplug was not a particularly excited one. He seemed nervous. “We don’t have to use anything you don’t want.” He swallowed, trying to figure out if his apprehension would end up disappointing her but she was looking at him with nothing but patience and understanding. “I’ve uhm... I’ve never done that.”

“The plug?” He nodded. “Have you ever done anything else? Any butt play?” He shook his head. “No.”

“Okay. We can forget that then.” She pushed the plug away from them.

She seemed understanding. But he wanted to be brave and he wanted to be good and he wanted desperately for her to be pleased with him. “We can uh.. we can try...” he stuttered. She could tell he was scared though. “If you’d like to try anal play we can do that, we can start small. But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. Do you understand?” She held his gaze as she spoke.

“Yeah. I understand.”

She smiled and his stomach felt fluttery at the sight. So pretty.

“Um but we can try... I mean... I want to try.”

She stared into his eyes looking for any hint of doubt. “Okay, baby. We’ll see how it goes.” She was smiling and he was embarrassed at the fact his cock twitched at the sight.

“What about the rest? You good with these?” She motioned to the vibe and the rubber band. “Yeah.”

“So I wanna try some overstimulation. Do you consent to that?” She was opening the jar of coconut oil as she posed the question. He was buzzing with anticipation, desperate for her to finally touch him. The slap to his other thigh seemed far stronger than the last one and though it shocked him he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him. He realized he hadn’t answered her again.

“Yes! Yes I consent. I consent. Please.” He was whining now, cock throbbing. She was so close and yet so far he thought he might cry if he doesn’t feel her soon.

“Please what?” He groaned at that. She knew what he needed but she’s forcing him to say it. “Please... I need-“ his eyes closed now “Please touch me.”

His eyes snapped open when her hands met his thighs. Her touch was gentle and soothing as she rubbed over the skin where her hits had landed. It stung but it also felt wonderful because she was finally touching him. She ran her hands over his legs and thighs, massaging, rubbing, teasing. It felt good but he needed more. He had been so desperate for so long that now that he felt her skin his cock was already leaking; precum dripping down his tip and onto his stomach. He was red all over and she could feel her excitement dampening her panties. Such a pretty boy. So hard, so needy, so good for her.

She scooped some coconut oil onto her palm and finally made contact with his poor cock. The moan he let out was loud and he would have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. Having her hands rubbing the oil over his cock and balls had him twitching in her palm, panting, eyes closing. He didn’t want to risk coming too quickly so he forced deep breaths into his lungs as she oiled him up. The massage felt wonderful, finally getting the attention he had been desperately craving. She kept going, rubbing on his pubic bone and massaging his hips and thighs. The desperate little noises he was making were working wonders for her ego. She decided she wants to draw out every sound he can possibly make while she teases and pleases him.

Once he was oiled up to her satisfaction, she took hold of the rubber band and gently wrapped it around his cock and balls. He hissed at the odd feeling of constriction. “Too tight?” she asked as she adjusted the band slightly. “It’s fine.” Accepting his breathy answer she pulled away from him, wanting to simply take in the sight before her. He was panting hard, anxious for her next move, wild eyes on her, cock red and throbbing. He looked absolutely delicious.

She could see his eyes getting teary, but he was being good, trying so hard to stay still and patient even though he was desperate for release. Deciding it was enough teasing for now, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and started pumping, slow and gentle. He was a whiny mess under her, twitching and squirming, needing more but not wanting to push it. She massaged his balls with her other hand while jerking him off a little faster. Every breathy moan that left him went straight to her core. She rubbed his tip on the upstroke and he whimpered, spurring her on. The repeated action on his tip had him breathing fast, trying to control himself. It felt so fucking good. She was so good at this.

She then wrapped both hands around his shaft and started pumping faster, his moans getting louder. He was twitching hard, every muscle in his body tightly wound as she played with him. She kept alternating between pumps and rubbing his tip and he could feel his orgasm approaching.

“Feel good, baby?” Her voice startled him, he was so dazed. “Y-yeah” he whined out.

“You’re doing great. Such a good boy.” He groaned loudly at that, the praise and her movements on him getting to be too much. “I’m cl- I’m close.” he moaned out.

She slowed then, letting him twitch in her hand, stopping her movements completely. He whined, needing to cum but she wasn’t letting him. This was torture, but God it felt so good.

Once his twitching calmed down she slowly started up her movements, quickly gaining speed and force as she brought him to the brink again. “Shit! Please, please, please” he pleaded when she slowed down again. “Please what?” Her voice was taunting him. “Please I need-please let me come.”

He was whiny and sweaty, hair matted to his forhead, face red, abs constricting as his whole body begged for release. She picked up the pace again, very fast now as she drove him mad. He was sensitive and so close, eyes clenched in anticipation. Then he felt a hard slap on his shaft, pain bringing him out of his daze, thrill of the sting running through his buzzing nerves. “Fuck!” He yelped and groaned, desperately grabbing at the pillow to force himself not to move his hands, scared of what she’d do if he did.

“I wanna see your pretty eyes, keep them open.” she commanded, jerking him off faster and torturing his tip again. He was squirming so hard she thought she’d have to physically restrain him if he kept it up. “Gimme your color, baby!” she demanded as she brought him closer to the edge. “G-green! Green! Please! Shit” his pleads turned to incoherent mumbles as she sped up her movements. “You gonna cum for me?” Her question drew out a low groaned out “Yes please...”

“Come now, baby” she ordered as she squeezed his cock and he couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. Hot spurts of cum left him as his whole body shook under her, deep and loud moans accompanying them. She held him in her palm as he came all over his stomach and cock, as well as her hand; panting, his orgasm leaving him exausted. He swore he had never cum so hard in his life.

As he tried catching his breath she started lazily rubbing his cock again. His breath hitched and his hips buckled up into her hands; half wanting to push her off half needing her to keep going. She started rubbing on his tip and he hissed. The flesh red as can be, nerves so sensitive that he felt grateful he was lying down, knowing that if he had been standing his knees would’ve given out already. He was whining under her touch, the overstimulation giving him both pain and pleasure entwined in a way he never experienced before. It was intense and his whole body was twitching against his will. He could feel his high coming again. He hoped to God she wouldn’t deny him now because he was sure he had no control over his own dick anymore.

His pants got louder and he groaned out as his second orgasm approached. “I’m gon-gonna cum” he whined as she teased his tip relentlessly. “Go on, cum for me.” His grunts were louder than before and as he came again his whole body was shaking. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own, buckling wildly as his seed painted her hand and his crotch. “Oh God, oh God... shit shit shit!” Curses left his lips as his second orgasm washed over him and as he came down he wasn’t sure which way was up and which was down. He felt like his mind was floating in a weird sort of bubble and his body was no longer his own.

She gently massaged his cock as he tried to find his breath again. One hand slipped to that soft spot of flesh under his balls and started rubbing. Applying a bit more pressure she hit his prostate and the gasped noise he let out gave her the biggest thrill. The unfamiliar sensation flowed through him and he wasn’t sure what she was doing but it felt really fucking good.

He was so tired and he didn’t think his cock could handle any more but this was different. He could feel the heat from where her fingers were nimbly massaging him spread through his entire body like wildfire. His soft moans and pants filled the room up and she delighted at the sounds he was making - the way his body reacted from unfiltered, genuine pleasure. Having this 6’3” boy under her, seeing in real time the way his mind and body opened up to her was inspiring a fluttery feeling in her stomach.

The low buzzing broke him out of his dazed state just in time to feel her press the vibrator against his balls. He jerked against her, the vibrations overwhelming his senses. It was becoming very difficult for him to control his body and his arms left their place behind his head to grab at her hands; not really sure whether he wanted to push her away and beg her to stop or give him everything she wanted. As soon as his hands met her skin though, everything stopped. No vibrations, no touch. He felt so cold without her hands on him, so cold it made a few tears fall down his cheeks. Not understanding what happened he searched her eyes for explanation. He looked so lost and soft and sad in that moment it clenched at her heart but he disobeyed her and he needed to be punished.

“I thought I told you to keep your hands under your pillow.” She saw the look of realization pass over him as she sat back on her heels. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to...” He couldn’t handle this sudden shift, one second he’s feeling everything at once and now he has nothing at all, the distance between them painful. “Please.” he cried, needing her to touch him again, relieve him of this tension she built up in him. “You were doing so good, too.” She tsked at him. Her words causing his tears to fall freely now. “I didn’t meant to! I’m s-o so sorry!” he gasped through his tears and she could feel her resolve weakening.

“You’re sorry?” she questioned. “Yes! Yes I’m sorry! Please” his whine turned into a wail as she slapped his cock, hard. “Fuck!” he cried out. The pain was too much but he needed her touch so bad that even the harsh sting was welcomed by him. “Please...” “Please what?” “Please please touch me please I’m sorry” he was sniffling and his eyes were puffy.

How could she deny him when he had been so good for her? When he was so vulnerable and beautiful? She gave in then, grabbing his dick again and turning the vibrator onto the highest setting, pressing it just below his head as she turned it on. The way his body jumped, hips pushed up, his cries turned into ones of overwhelming pleasure had her clenching, squeezing her thighs together. She wanted to punish him further but she knew he couldn’t handle much more and he was still new at this.

“What’s your color, baby boy?” The pet name soothing the ache in his body, her hands working him bringing back all the warmth from before increased tenfold. “G-gre-green!” He managed to stutter out, the pain and pleasure too much for him to do any more. He gasped as she pushed the vibrator against the same soft spot beneath his balls and used her fist to torture his tip. He was on the verge of passing out. “I’m c-cum-” His words turned to a loud groan as his high took over. Spasms overcoming his body as last spurts of cum left him as he trashed under her. She worked him through his orgasm as his eyes rolled back untill he finally fell limp down on the bed.

She could tell he was done. His chest heaving, head lolled back on the pillow, trying to come down from the biggest high of his life. His eyes fluttered, trying to come back to earth. She turned the vibrator off and gently took the rubber band off of him. He hissed at her movements, too sensitive. “Shh I know, baby.” She soothed him as she freed him from the constraints and rubbed circles over his hip and thigh. His muscles were still shakey so her movements were soft and warm, trying to coax him back into the room. “You did so good, baby.” She laid soft kisses on his hip and stomach as her hands worked his muscles. “Such a good boy for me.” He stirred and let out a whimper at that. The praise would have made him blush if he wasn’t already fucking red all over. “So pretty.” she said as his eyes finally opened and met hers.

He had an exausted but dopey smile on his face as he looked at her and she couldn’t hold back her own. “You with me?” she asked with a quirk of her brow. A giggle left him and she swore it was the cutest thing she’d ever heard. “Yeah...” he answered, still smiling, as his eyes closed again. “Just tired...” he mumbled. She couldn’t help but admire him; he was the prettiest boy she’d ever seen and the mere fact that he looked so blissfully fucked out because of her had her feeling all tingly inside. Not exactly sure what to make of that she snapped out of her daze.

She crawled up the bed towards him as his tired eyes followed her movements. Now face to face, she could see the dried tearstains on his cheeks and she felt an overwhelming urge to kiss them. So she did. His eyes fluttered closed as her lips met the salty trails on his cheeks, following their path with soft gentle kisses. The moment so tender he thought he might cry again. She held his head in warm hands as she kissed all over his face ending with two kisses placed over each closed eyelid.

The intimacy had them both struggling to cope, neither expecting it to feel like this. The boy starved for affection now being showered in it. The girl used to repressing her instincts giving in. He opened his eyes and met her gaze, emotion swirling in both of them. She broke the stare first, pushing down the confusing feelings that started bubbling up. Her lips finally met his for the first time that night in a sweet, chaste kiss. A kiss over too soon if you asked him.

She pushed herself off the bed and collected the discarded items, returning the untouched plug back in the drawer, throwing the used rubberband into the trash and setting the vibrator on the dresser to be washed later. His voice caught her on her way to the bathroom. “Where are you going?” He sounded sleepy, voice gravelly from all the noises he had made earlier. “I’m just gonna get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back.” She gave him a small reassuring smile and he just nodded, trusting her word.

After washing her hands she ran a soft washcloth under the warm water. When she caught her reflection in the mirror she realized she looked flushed and there was a softness to her features - she seemed happy. The realization that she was feeling blissed out even though she hadn’t gotten off herself was something she decided to shelve away to be analysed another day. She quickly turned the water off and made her way back to him.

He squinted his eye open as he heard her footsteps. He was somewhere on the brink of sleep, bone tired but still buzzing with excitement over what just happened.

She was met with a blissed out smile on his face as he watched her climb onto the bed with half open eyes. The butterflies were really having a field day in her stomach. She gently cleaned him up with the washcloth, careful not to irritate his sensitive skin any more. The few winces he let out were met by soothing kisses on his skin as she slowly took care of the mess they made. When she was satisfied he was clean enough, she went back to the bathroom to throw the washcloth in the laundry bin and pee. When she came back his soft snores filled the room and she smiled at the sight. So cute.

She slowly took her clothes off and changed into clean underwear and a sleep shirt, carefully climbing into bed, not wanting to wake him. Pulling the covers over his naked body made him stir and he blinked his eye open to see her lying down beside him. “Hey...” his low voice startled her. “Hey. I didn’t wanna wake you.” He shook his head “Where were you?” He whispered as he reached his hand out towards her. He was clearly needy and it clenched at her heart. She took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Just got changed. I’m right here, sweet boy.”

He blushed at the new pet name and tried to hide his face in the pillow. She laughed “Don’t do that.” She brought them closer together, wrapping her arms around him. His face found its place in the crook of her neck, red cheeks leaving warmth on her skin.

He was embarrassed; of his reaction to her words, of everything that happened earlier. He had never experienced anything like that before and he wasn’t sure how to process it all. He could feel himself craving her touch, in the most innocent sense of the word and it threw him. As if she could hear his thoughts she asked “Do you want me to hold you?” He couldn’t trust his voice so he just nodded, hoping she wouldn’t force him to speak the way she had earlier. But she didn’t. “Come here, sweet boy” she positioned him so that he lay half on top of her, his head resting on her chest. She was playing with his hair and rubbing soft comforting circles into his back. She was so warm and she smelled so nice and in that moment her touch made him feel safe.

As they lay there for a while, his tired brain managed to catch a single thought before it floated out of his mind and sleep caught him. “You didn’t come” he mumbled into her skin. “Shhh that’s okay” she whispered. “No, no-“ he protested, trying and failing to move, wanting nothing more than to make her feel as good as she did him not 30 minutes ago. Her hands tightened around him, forcing his weak movements to falter. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Just go to sleep, baby.” She cooed and as she pressed soft kisses into his hair all the protests died down in his mind and he fell asleep wrapped up in her embrace.

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(as I already said; i Love your writtings so much and i'm so thankful for this, bless you)Prompt: The gang go camping, and obviously Mac and Den have to share the same tent

I love this prompt so I got a little carried away, thanks for submitting…

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“Camping is so fun man, I hope I can catch a squirrel!” Charlie says excitedly as he hops into the back of the Range Rover.

“Charlie, squirrels are way too fast for you to catch and what would you even do with it if you caught one?” Dee asks, climbing in next to Charlie in the back seat.

“I would totally keep it as a pet! We could keep it in the bar and he could be our… whats the word… our… mascot dude!” Charlie replies, lost in excitement.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Dennis asks as he gets into the drivers seat. Mac just looks at them strangely as he slides into the passengers side.

“Charlie wants to catch a squirrel during the camping trip and bring it back to Paddys… it’s a whole thing, please don’t get him started again” Dee sighs, feigning annoyance.

“It would be really cool though!” Charlie says, he bounces his knees in anticipation because he’s nervous to be leaving Philly.

“Yeah, great Charlie. Mac pop in my Steve Winwood mix would you?” Dennis asks, he gives Mac a warm smile.

“Sure Den, but can we listen to my Creed mix later? I worked really hard on it” Mac asks, giving Dennis his puppy dog eyes.

Dennis hesitates like he’s about to say something negative but he looks into Mac’s eyes and decides differently.

“Yeah Mac, sure why not?” Dennis squeezes Mac’s arm lightly before pushing the car into drive, pulling away from Paddys.

Mac grins at Dennis and hurriedly plays Dennis’ favorite Steve Winwood mix.

******

Dennis pulls up to the campsite and throws the car into park.

“Oh my good God Deandra, we all know that you have to pee please shut up about it!” Dennis hisses at Dee.

“I’m sorry that I have a small bladder Dennis! I can’t help it, now please excuse me if I could so generously get your permission!” Dee screams back, practically hurling herself out of the Range Rover on the way to pee in the woods.

Charlie hops out after Dee, running towards the lake excitedly, stripping off his shirt as he goes.

“Charlie where are you going?” Mac calls after Charlie as he rushes towards the water at full speed.

“I’m going to see if there’s any water squirrels man, don’t wait up!” Charlie yells back, waving behind him as he continues to barrel towards the body of water.

“What’s he talking about, water squirrels?” Mac asks Dennis, confused.

“Who the hell knows? You know Charlie” Dennis says, chuckling a bit under his breath.

“Well anyways, forget him man, I brought something just for us and this seems as good a time as any” Mac grins at Dennis as he pulls out a fat blunt he had rolled that morning before he woke Dennis up.

“Nice! Where do you wanna smoke it? I’m kind of dying to get out of this car man” Dennis asks as he swings a long leg out of the Range Rover.

Mac opens his door and hops out excitedly. “Wherever you want I guess! I know there’s some trails around, we could go walk around in nature for once in our lives” Mac says, he walks up to Dennis and their arms brush as they start walking towards the line of trees that are slightly ahead.

Dennis throws an arm around Mac’s shoulder casually as they walk.

“Thanks for bringing that, I really need to chill after being in the car with squirrel boy and the bird for so long” Dennis gives Mac a smile. He had decided earlier to be unusually nice to Mac on this trip, he wanted them to enjoy themselves because they so rarely got to escape Philly and the bar, and plus on their last road trip they’d been separated almost the entire time.

“No problem, I figured you’d be stressed from them being annoying. It’s all in the forethought dude!” Mac says, he grins up at Dennis as they enter into the forest.

“God the air is different around here, not so smoggy. I feel like it’s actually pure?” Mac says, glancing around at the unadulterated natural landscape around them. It’s strange to see trees instead of the concrete and buildings that usually surround them.

“Yeah yeah totally man, it’s kind of weird how you don’t notice the toxic air until you’re out somewhere like this” Dennis says, he walks over to a large log that’s a little further into the woods and settles down onto it. It’s as good a place to smoke a blunt as any.

“Totally…” Mac trails off as he sits down on the log next to Dennis. Mac scoots until their thighs touch as he pulls the blunt out from behind his ear and lights it.

Dennis looks over at Mac as Mac closes his eyes and takes a deep hit on the blunt. Dennis doesn’t think that Mac realizes how good he always looks, Dennis spends countless hours trying to maintain a youthful beauty that’s impossible to hold onto forever but Mac just rolls out of bed looking like that. Dennis didn’t get how that was fair.

Mac flicks his eyes over at Dennis as he passes the blunt over. He looks like he may about to say something but doesn’t, he seems… hesitant.

“I’m really glad we came out here” Dennis says, filling the silence, “I think it’ll be good for us to get some fresh air and just be away from all the stressful shit. Too bad Frank got stuck in that coil again, it’d be good for his old mushy brain to get out of the city” Dennis laughs, imagining Frank stuck in that coil back in Philly.

Mac laughs and Dennis feels his chest warm, he loves making Mac laugh when they’re all alone. It’s a sound just for him to enjoy.

“Yeah, I mean look at Charlie. The kid thinks that there are water squirrels? He needs to gain a few brain cells back after drinking paint and huffing chemicals in the basement all the time” Mac says, chuckling.

The blunt dwindles down to nothing as they sit close together, laughing and staring at each other just a little bit too long.

Dennis lets his hand settle on his thigh in a way that a couple of his fingers touch Mac’s leg.

Mac glances down but doesn’t say anything, after a few beats he lets his hand drop too. Now both their legs and hands are touching and Mac knows that’s not something you do with your totally platonic bro, but he’s also known for a long time that how he feels for Dennis isn’t totally based on friendship alone because they’re way too wrapped up in each other for it to be a normal friendship. He lets their hands brush anyway and just looks at Dennis, Dennis is probably the prettiest person alive, Mac thinks to himself.

Dennis stands up hastily and nods his head back towards the way they came.

“We should probably go make sure Charlie didn’t drown himself. Does that guy even know how to swim?” Dennis asks Mac, smiling at him and reaching a hand down to help him up.

“Yeah he totally does, we learned together in elementary school. He totally sucked at first but he got it eventually” Mac says, laughing at the memory.

Dennis laughs but he feels a little sad at the comment. Something in his chest always deflates a little when he’s reminded that Mac and Charlie were best friends first, they’d helped each other through some truly shitty childhoods and had memories together that Dennis could never be apart of. He wishes they’d been around to help him as a kid, he’d always been picked on for being small and it’d have been nice to have Mac and Charlie around.

Just as these thoughts start to bring his mood down, he feels Mac’s warm arm brush against his and their hands touch every now and then as they walk. Dennis glances over at Mac and Mac stares back with what Dennis swears is adoration.

Dennis smiles a little to himself. Maybe Mac and Charlie were best friends first but they’d all found each other eventually, Mac had found him and Dennis got to share an apartment with him. Dennis looks at Mac in a way that could be called love sick as they step out of the trees and into the sunlight. Mac’s hair, free of gel thank God, bounces as he walks and Dennis’ heart swells. Dennis realizes that he is totally fucked and he lets his hand brush Mac’s again, he allows it to linger there and Mac doesn’t pull away.

“Hey boners! Oh shit did you smoke weed without us? I can totally smell it” Dee says, mad that she was left out.

“You snooze you lose Dee and lets be honest, you always lose” Dennis throws back snidely.

Mac laughs. “Like we would have shared with you even if you were around. I rolled that for me and Dennis, not you, bird” Mac says, Dennis laughs and points at Dee.“You are a bird” Dennis laughs. This comment is especially funny to him after that large blunt they’d just sucked down and he keeps giggling long after is appropriate.

“Aw, did you roll it for just you and Dennis? That is SO gay” Dee laughs.

Dennis freezes. He so doesn’t need Mac to go on an anti gay rampage right now, things were so good between them and it would totally kill his buzz if Mac started to rage about the Bible.

Mac just rolls his eyes at Dee and grabs Dennis by the hand, pulling him away.

“Oh whatever Dee, you’re just jealous” Mac laughs and him and Dennis walk down towards the lake hand in hand.

Mac drops Dennis’ hand when they get close enough to see Charlie on the beach. Mac races up to Charlie and Dennis follows behind at a slower pace, still missing Mac’s hand in his a little bit.

“Look what I found, I think it’s the remnants of some kind of eight legged water squirrel! We have to bring this discovery back with us to Philly, I think it could be important” Charlie says, filled to the brim with excitement.

“I hate to burst your bubble man but that is a dead crab” Mac says poking at the remnants of the skeleton.

“I don’t know man, I think it’s most definitely a water squirrel” Charlie says in a dubious tone.

“That is a skeleton! A skeleton that clearly has pincers, that my man, is a crab” Dennis says leaning down to eye level with the other two men.

Dee comes up and peers down at them. “What are you guys looking at?” She asks, squinting her eyes in the light.

“Water squirrel” Charlie says at the same time Mac and Dennis say “dead crab”.

“Oookay, I’m not gonna ask. Can we set up the camping shit before it gets dark? We’re going to be way too lazy to do it later” Dee says.

“That sounds practical Dee” Dennis says, standing up to his full height.

They all discard the crab, though Charlie does give the decaying creature a longing look as they walk back up towards the Range Rover.

Dennis pops the back open and starts unloading everything.

“Is anyone gonna help me?” Dennis asks and Mac steps up beside him to start pitching in. Charlie and Dee soon start helping as well, though maybe not as enthusiastically.

******

The sun sets over the lake and the gang give a joint sigh as they lean back in the chairs they brought and sip their beers.

Charlie gets up and starts gathering dry leaves and kindling to start a fire in the pit that they had set the chairs up around.

“Well I don’t know about you guys but I’m dying to have a s’more!” Mac says excitedly hopping up from his seat between Dennis and Dee and walking over to the cardboard box they were keeping the food in.

Dennis rolls his eyes as Mac leaves his side.

“Of course you are dude, you have such a sweet tooth” Dennis tells him fondly.

“Whatever dude, irrelevant” Mac says and gives him a slightly pouty look, Dennis just glances down at his lip as it juts down and he doesn’t even think about what it would feel like to bite down on it or kiss the lips that were always going a mile a minute. He totally doesn’t think about that, not even once.

Dennis gets up and makes his way over next to Mac, almost like he’s pulled there by some unknowable force.

“I’ll have a s’more too. The only time I can stand them is on camping trips so I might as well indulge it” Dennis says and bumps his shoulder against Mac’s softly.

“Make me one too losers, I’m getting a little bit too buzzed to get up” Dee says, laying her head back to stare up at the wide open sky.

“I’ll make you one Dee” Charlie says as he trudges back over to them with his arms laden with sticks he’d obviously just gathered from the woods.

“Thanks Charlie” Dee says and gives him a sweet smile that makes her nickname fit for once.

Dennis glances at Mac, wordlessly asking “what’s that about?” but he decides not to say anything, they really are all enjoying each other’s company for once.

Charlie makes a fire and Mac, Dennis and he quickly start making s’mores. Mac and Dennis settle back into their seats and laugh while they eat. Charlie makes two s’mores and gives Dee a warm smile when he hands her one.

They all chew their food and stare around themselves. After they’re done eating they crack open some more beers and sit around shooting the shit for a couple of hours.

After Mac had to run after Charlie to stop him from trying to chase after a creature in the dark, they all decide its time for bed. They’re all thankful that they had the foresight to set up their tents and sleeping bags earlier, they were all way too buzzed and sleepy to do it now.

Dennis had made sure that him and Mac shared the same tent, mumbling something about how they were roommates so they were more used to sleeping by each other.

Dee crawls into her and Charlie’s tent and Charlie follows soon after.

Mac turns to Dennis, his hair messy and eyes sleepy.

Mac yawns “It’s late, you wanna go to bed Den?” he asks.

Dennis’ chest warms at the nickname coming out in Mac’s tired voice and also at the fact that Mac was asking him, like he would stay up with Dennis all night if that’s what he wanted.

“Sure baby boy, let’s go to bed” Dennis says and grabs Mac’s hand to help him up from his chair.

Mac smiles wildly and allows Dennis to haul him up.

Dennis takes his hand from Mac’s when Mac stands and moves it to his lower back, guiding him with a light hand towards their tent.

Mac climbs in first and immediately snuggles up in his sleeping bag, the night has grown chilly fairly quickly and all he has on is a sleeveless t-shirt.

Dennis settles into his sleeping bag. He notices that him and Mac are in very close proximity. Mac had set up the sleeping bags, Dennis wonders if their closeness is intentional.

Dennis lays there for awhile, trying to sleep but something (or someone) is keeping him from falling asleep completely.

Dennis opens his eyes and glances over at Mac. Mac has his eyelids slid shut and he looks completely at peace. Dennis let’s himself drink in Mac’s features and thinks to himself how ridiculous he is, for Christ’s sake he sees Mac everyday and lives with him but somehow Mac’s face still surprises him. Mac’s hair falls over his eyes and his lips are puckered out, soft.

Dennis slides up in his sleeping bag a bit and he tentatively reaches his hand out to gently remove Mac’s hair from his forehead.

Mac’s nose crinkles up and his eyes flutter open, Dennis slowly retracts his hand.

“Den, what are you still doing up?” Mac asks sleepily.

Dennis is too tired and caught up in the scene set out before him to lie.“Lookin at you” Dennis replies and give Mac a lukewarm smile.

Mac smiles so brightly that the Sun should be ashamed of itself.

“That’s really sweet Dennis. But you see me everyday, you should know what I look like by now” Mac says, his eyes are fully open now and he rolls his body towards Dennis’ almost imperceptibly.

“Yeah yeah, I know that. I just can’t help it. And I’ve been thinking about something, I’m really sorry Mac” Dennis says. He reaches his hand back over to Mac again but this time he grabs the other mans hand and gently rolls his thumb in circles against the skin there.

Mac lets his hand be held and stares at Dennis with big eyes.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about” Mac says softly and he rubs his own thumb against Dennis’.

“Yeah, I do… do you remember all the times you’ve told me that you love me? Well I’m really really sorry for never saying it back. I was just scared I guess? But I want you to know that I do love you and I honestly couldn’t do any of this shit without you” Dennis says in one long stream, not pausing to breathe in his nervousness. Dennis averts his eyes, a little bit scared of Mac’s reaction.

Mac doesn’t say anything, he just sits for a moment with wide eyes staring at Dennis’ profile.

Dennis still doesn’t look at Mac, slightly embarrassed at letting down his normal “emotionless shell” and his own earnestness. Mac takes his hand from Dennis’ and Dennis shrinks down even further but Mac just takes his hand and places a finger under Dennis’ chin until Dennis chances a glance back over at him.

“Den, I always knew you did, I didn’t doubt it. You tell me everyday by the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you, you tell me by staying. But that doesn’t make it less nice to hear” Mac says softly. He lets his fingers graze Dennis’ jawline and he moves his body so their sides touch and their faces get closer together.

Dennis eyes haven’t left Mac’s face since he started speaking. Mac is looking down at him with joy pooled in his dark brown eyes and Dennis, never one for impulse control, can’t help himself. Dennis allows his hand to brush a stray hair out of Mac’s face, he then winds his graceful fingers into Mac’s hair. Mac leans in on bated breath and Dennis uses his hand to pull Mac’s face to his, he kisses him tentatively.

The seemingly innocent kiss turns into their mouths deepening against each other and hands roaming. Dennis cradles Mac’s face in his hands and holds him there, trying to tell him with physicality all of the things he’s always been too scared to say.

After a long time of them holding each other, kissing, touching and whispering sweet little things to each other, Mac pulls away lightly and kisses Dennis’ forehead.

Mac looks at Dennis hazily and gives him a big, lazy smile when Dennis wraps an arm over Mac’s sleeping bag to pull him closer.

“Mm cold Den, why didn’t I bring a sweater?” Mac says lazily, running a light finger over the dip of Dennis’ Cupid’s bow and giving him a soft kiss.

“I didn’t either, we didn’t know it’d get this cold, but I might have an idea” Dennis says softly and he unzips his sleeping bag while quirking an eyebrow at Mac.

Mac smiles and hastily crawls out of his sleeping bag and into Dennis’ arms. Dennis closes the sleeping bag, it was roomier than he had previously calculated and wraps both arms around Mac’s torso, pulling him close.

Dennis looks at Mac staring up at him and leans down to run his tongue over Mac’s bottom lip, he soon bites it lightly just as he had (not) thought about earlier around the campfire. Mac responds eagerly and lets Dennis kiss him deeply.

Soon they both grow sleepy and Mac falls asleep with his head on Dennis’ chest and Dennis soon follows after bringing Mac’s hand to his mouth (fingers still intertwined even though Mac has conked out) and running small kisses where their fingers meet. They sleep comfortably into the mid morning, enveloped in each others warmth.

******

Dee wakes up first in the morning, banging around and trying her best to make instant coffee over the fire that she restarts.

Dennis wakes up to her ruckus. He looks down at Mac, still sleeping on his chest, and he smiles. Dennis nudges Mac with his nose until he wakes up, giving Dennis a warm smile as he’s brought back to consciousness.

“Morning Den!” Mac says softly and he gives him the smallest kiss they had shared yet, just a very light brushing of lips.

Dennis ruffles Mac’s hair and kisses his forehead.

“The bird woke me up” Dennis laughs and Mac giggles afterwards.

“Well we should probably get up, lots to do before we can start driving home” Mac says and smiles at Dennis as he gets up and starts heading out of the tent.

“Yeah, we still have to pack up all that shit huh? Please make sure Charlie doesn’t bring back any crab skeletons or any skeletons for that matter” Dennis laughs.

“Oh and Dennis?” Mac turns around before he leaves the tent completely.

“Yeah Mac?” Dennis asks.

“I love you too” he says softly and they both grin.******Mac and Dennis stay even closer to each other than usual (which is ridiculous as they are usually touching in some capacity anyways) the whole day as the gang walks around the woods and goes swimming in the lake.

Around mid afternoon they all pack everything back into the Range Rover and point the car back towards Philly, Dennis lets Mac choose the music all the way home.

[jontracy]

3. "I may be an idiot, but I'm not stupid." With Gordon and Alan? :O I love your writing so much

It was a rare morning that Alan came downstairs to find the living areas of the villa empty. Grandma was almost always up before everyone else, using the time to read or dust or think up new culinary concoctions with which to torture her grandsons. Scott was also an early riser, getting up at an ungodly hour to work out and deal with Tracy Industries or IR business. Even Virgil was known to rise with the sun every once in a while; something about there being some golden hour that was perfect for art.

That morning though, Alan was alone when he stumbled down to the kitchen. It took his sleep-addled brain a long minute to remember that Scott had taken Grandma to her 55th college reunion, Virgil and Brains were at an engineering conference in Switzerland, and Kayo was in Chicago, teaching a self-defense class to two dozen teenage schoolgirls.

Which meant that, for the first time in Tracy family history, the Tinies had the island to themselves.

As the realization dawned, Alan did the only reasonable thing that could be expected: he raced up to Gordon’s room and let himself in, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Rise and shine, my partner in crime! We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

The Gordon-shaped lump under the mound of blankets on the bed just let out a muffled groan. Alan frowned and turned on the lights. There was a slightly more disgruntled sounding groan. A tuft of messy blond hair was the only sign of Gordon still visible.

“C’mon, this is no day to sleep in!” Alan declared, marching forward to grab the edge of the blankets. “We- Jesus.”

He blinked down at the pitiful sight he’d unearthed. Gordon’s face was the color of moldy milk, save for the bright spots on his cheeks and his inflamed nose. His lips were chapped and slightly parted, his breath audible as an unhealthy whistle. His blue and green pajama shirt was stuck to his torso with sweat.

“Are you dead?” Alan asked.

“Yep.” Geez, even Gordon’s voice sounded like crap. “Throw me a nice funeral.”

“I don’t think people throw funerals.”

“Then they’re clearly not doing it right.” Gordon finally cracked an eye open to peer at Alan. It was bloodshot and watery. “It’s been nice knowing you, bro.”

Alan sighed, mentally shifting gears. Not how he’d expected this day to go, but hey; part of being a member of International Rescue meant that you had to learn to adapt to your situation.

“Don’t go getting mushy on me now,” he said. “If you die, who’s gonna help me switch the labels on all of Virgil’s paint bottles?” He pulled the covers the rest of the way off Gordon. “Come on. If I’m gonna take care of you, it’s not gonna be in this cesspool.”

Gordon’s room always had the unfortunate tendency to smell like feet and seaweed, and that was before you even considered the biohazard disaster that was its actual contents.

“Or you could just leave me here to die,” Gordon suggested.

Alan rolled his eyes. Instead of arguing further, he just leaned in and dug his fingers into the sensitive spot on Gordon’s side. Gordon let out a noise like a drunk ferret getting run over, and toppled out of his bed. Alan grabbed him before he could hit the floor, and dragged him upright and out of the room, grimacing as he realized just how sweaty his brother really was. But he was committed by then, so he persisted in hauling Gordon to the main room, where he deposited him on the couch.

He liked to think that when Gordon opened his mouth, it was for the express purpose of thanking Alan for being the world’s best and most thoughtful little brother, but he would never know, because instead of words coming out, Gordon released the wettest, most violent sneeze that Alan had ever had the misfortune to be standing in front of.

“Ew, dude!” Alan complained, recoiling and wiping at his face with the back of his hand.

“I did tell you to leave me,” Gordon said, grabbing a pillow and curling his body around it, the picture of misery. “Just save yourself. It’s too late for me.”

Alan gazed skyward, searching for strength. They clearly weren’t going to get anywhere without some kind of chemical intervention.

“Stay put, Mr. Melodramatic,” Alan ordered, before setting off for the medical facility buried within Tracy Island.

When he returned with a box of tissues and a bottle of the cold and flu medicine that Scott always gave him when he was sick, it was to find Gordon shivering and sounding for all the world like he was trying to cough up one or both of his lungs.

Alan winced in sympathy. Gordon may have been melodramatic, but he also really was miserable.

“Here,” Alan said, holding out the bottle. “This has always helped me. I just need to find the little dose dispenser thing-” he broke off and watched in morbid fascination as Gordon snatched the bottle and chugged half of its contents in a single swig. “Uh…”

Gordon made a face and sneezed again. And again.

“It’s not working,” he said.

Alan snatched the bottle back before Gordon could drink any more of it. He studied the ingredient list, wondering just how likely it was that today was going to involve a flight to the nearest emergency room or poison control center. He couldn’t make sense of any of the active ingredients listed though. Most of them sounded like diseases themselves.

So he retreated to the loft, where he could keep an eye on Gordon without being within earshot, and pulled up his personal comm.

John answered about two microseconds after he called.

“What’s wrong?” he asked before Alan could get so much as a word out. “Scott can be there in less than an hour. There are fire extinguishers in-”

“Whoa, hey,” Alan protested, raising a hand. He glared suspiciously at his brother. “Have you just been sitting around waiting for something to go wrong?”

John flushed slightly, but raised an eyebrow.

“So nothing’s wrong?” he asked, skeptical.

“Well…nothing is on fire,” Alan said. “Geez, I’m not five.”

“No, but historically, when you and Gordon are left to your own devices, there are casualties.”

Alan wanted to argue, but realized that may not have been an unfair assessment. He shook his head, switching tacks.

“Whatever. We’re behaving. Now, don’t let this question alarm you, but hypothetically speaking, how much of that nasty kind of cold medicine is too much?”

John’s eyebrows nearly got lost in his hairline.

“Alan-”

“Hypothetically.”

John just shook his head with a sigh.

“All right, hypothetically, do you see the little cap that comes with the bottle?”

“Yeah.”

“One capful is an adult dose.”

Yeah, Alan had been afraid of that.

John must have read his expression correctly, because he went on.

“But if someone were, hypothetically, to take too much, they wouldn’t be in any real danger. But there would be some side effects that someone keeping a very close eye on them would have to be prepared for.”

“What kind of side effects?”

“Do you remember when Virgil got his wisdom teeth out?”

Alan’s eyes widened.

“Oh, God.”

John smirked.

“Have fun,” he said. “Call me if you need anything. I can be down there in twenty minutes.”

He disappeared. Alan leaned over the loft railing to give Gordon a dubious look. His brother blinked benignly back at him. Alan wondered how long it would take for the medication to take effect.

He returned to the main floor and perched on the edge of one of the couches, facing Gordon.

“Dude, why are you staring at me?” Gordon asked. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No, I’m just waiting for you to start crying about the fact that penguins don’t get to know what it’s like to fly, like Virgil did when he was doped up on painkillers.”

“Oh, come on. This stuff isn’t that strong,” Gordon said, grabbing the bottle of medicine from where Alan had left it. He peered down at it for a long moment, thoughtful. “It says it’s Arctic Berry flavored,” he observed. His expression pinched. “Do berries even grow in the arctic? Wouldn’t they need hats? Who makes all the little berry hats, Alan?”

He stared earnestly at Alan, who could do nothing but stare back for a moment. Well, that hadn’t taken long.

When it became clear that Gordon was actually waiting for an answer, Alan managed, “I don’t know, Gords. Maybe they grow them in greenhouses and they don’t need hats at all.”

“Oh. That’s nice. I don’t like the cold.” Gordon looked down at the bottle again. “I wonder what Arctic Berries smell like.”

He raised the bottle to his nose, and a wet gurgling sound commenced. It sounded like a vacuum cleaner trying to suck up wet concrete. Gordon’s face started to turn purple as he continued to try to inhale through nasal passages that were just having none of it.

“Okay, how ‘bout we table that question till you can breathe?” Alan suggested, taking the bottle from Gordon again.

Gordon stared forlornly after it as Alan set it aside.

“I don’t think I would grow well in the arctic,” he decided, the words carrying the weight of a life-altering revelation.

“Well, it doesn’t look like you grew well in the tropics, either.”

Alan wished Gordon were with it enough to appreciate that one. He thought about calling John back just to share, but John would probably just shake his head in disappointment.

Alan looked at his brother critically. He wasn’t used to being on this side of illnesses. Whenever one of the brothers got sick, Scott or Virgil were usually the ones to take care of them. But Alan had been through enough cold and flu seasons to know the drill. He could do this.

“So, Gordon, do you want to go back to sleep?” he asked, hopeful. “It’ll make you feel better.”

Gordon frowned.

“Why, what’s wrong with me?” he asked.

“You mean aside from the fact that you look like Dr. Frankenstein hasn’t gotten around to bringing you back to life yet?”

Gordon clapped his hands to his neck.

“Am I gonna start growing bolts?” he demanded in a horrified whisper.

Alan was utterly nonplussed, until he remembered that Gordon had always been a movie purist, and he liked the original version of the Frankenstein movie, cheesy monster effects and all. Well, Alan could work with that.

“Only if you don’t take a nap,” he said.

Gordon threw himself down at once, shutting his eyes. Alan blinked, surprised that it had worked so quickly. He watched Gordon cautiously for a moment, waiting for…what, he wasn’t quite sure.

When nothing happened, he sat down again a safe distance from Gordon’s cloud of germs and grabbed his tablet from where he’d left it the night before. He pulled up his favorite video game and started playing. He didn’t know what John had looked so amused about; this was gonna be easy.

“Won’t being asleep make it easier for Frankenstein to find me?”

Or not.

Alan sighed and looked up at Gordon, whose eyes were wide open now. He’d managed to curl his body up into a ball that fit on just one sofa cushion, his arms wrapped around his knees in a death grip as if he were afraid that any protruding limbs would be summarily eaten.

“Nope,” Alan told him. “He’s like the reverse Santa Claus. He knows when you’re sleeping, and he doesn’t come then. Your snoring scares him off.”

This only served to petrify Gordon further.

“But I don’t snore, Alan!” he cried. “So he won’t get scared away!”

Alan stared at his brother, dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” he demanded. “You sound like a category 3 earthquake when you sleep, healthy. You might actually cause an earthquake with your nose all plugged up.”

Gordon looked affronted.

“That’s not true!” he protested, sniffing (or trying to) and turning his head away. But then he froze.

“I told you!” he hissed, barely moving his lips. “He didn’t know, and now he’s here for me!”

“…What?”

Gordon raised a trembling hand to point. Alan followed the direction of his finger. His eyebrow rose.

“Gordon, that’s Scott,” he said, slowly. “His picture has always been there.”

Gordon flashed him a derisive look.

“Yeah, right,” he said. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” He froze again, and then rounded on Alan. “Are you working with him?” he asked, his eyes glistening at the thought of his brother’s betrayal.

“With Scott?” Alan asked. “Depends on the day. Gordon, you’re safe. Dr. Frankenstein isn’t gonna get you. Neither is Scott, for that matter.”

Which, naturally, was the exact moment Scott chose to check on his youngest brothers.

“Hey, Alan, John told me-” Scott’s projected image broke off abruptly as a bloodcurdling scream rent the air.

Scott and Alan watched in varying levels of bemusement as Gordon continued to shriek at the top of his lungs as he scrambled over the back of the couch and went to hide under Dad’s desk.

Wordlessly, Scott turned his eyes on Alan, who felt his face heat.

“So, hypothetically…”

[mlobsters]

so i started this episode and when the flowers started coming back to life i thought to myself, if i'm gonna watch some sad timeywimey shit then i'm gonna just go all in and rewatch arrival. and if i'm gonna rewatch arrival, i'm gonna rewatch interstellar. so that's what i did instead. here's attempt #2

sidenote david reed did the story, he was also a writer on the magicians

supernatural s5e19 hammer of the gods (st. david reed, teleplay andrew dabb, daniel loflin)

starting strong. she's so good, great voice

DEAN How you doing?

WOMAN No.

DEAN But--

WOMAN No.

yellowjackets s1 - rekha sharma as jessica roberts

funny little trick of lighting and certain colors, can't say i pay much attention to what they're wearing unless it's an outlier like that white floralish printed button down and the like sam wore in early seasons especially, but thought, i don't recall seeing dean in a brown jacket before

but in this cooler kitchen lighting, it looks green. there was a tiktok going around a few years ago about someone who bought a ... hat? that looked green or brown depending on the lighting. reminds me of that

i appreciate the point of like hey. judeo-christian apocalypse, what about all these other religions that have to deal with the bullshit fallout. BUT like, is big g god who abandoned them in the same hierarchy as these gods? because if not, then hmm. i may not have enough firing brain cells for this thought process, and definitely a general lack of understanding of religion

um random ghostfacers pseudo-but-kinda-not promo? okay.

ps the angel blades to me always looks like super cheap plastic fake chrome things. i try not to laugh every time i see one.

sam's reaction *chef's kiss* padalecki is hitting the spot for me lately with his wtf faces

DEAN I'm outta options. Now on any other given day, I'd be doing my damndest to, uh, kill you. You filthy murdering chimps. But, uh, hey, desperate times. So even though I'd love nothing better than to slit your throats, you dicks, I'm gonna help you. I'm going to help you ice the devil. 

not loving the makeup they went for on decaying vessel lucifer. also do not understand the internal logic of why lucifer can just snuff out a god. little snicker snack twist of the wrist but archangels and their ilk need a special blade otherwise?

makeup looking much better in this mood lighting with some blood spatter. very menacing, to boot

this pestilence bit with the goo is unending. please, we get it. 😩

okay. laughing at myself because i'm just realizing i thought matt frewer was murdock in the original a-team, but no. that was a different dude. dwight schultz. i can't figure out what i originally knew him from, maybe doctor doctor, maybe the stand? something 80s/90s.

altered carbon s1e6 man with my face - matt frewer as carnage

kind of a nod to max headroom there seems like. which, i'm not sure if i ever saw any of the max headroom shows? i just associated the character with coke ads.

the stand (1994) matt frewer as trashcan man

dwight schultz not matt frewer in the a-team

well. i wasn't really expecting that change of heart with gabriel, and swift execution. i like the actor and the character but while i picked up the mushy emotions they were putting down, i also hold a grudge against him for torturing sam for approaching a year with the mystery spot. wish maybe they'd worked on that arc a little longer.