#edit: wow this got a lot of notes thank you all!

[dailyink]

9/1/24

The past stores our memories, the present carries our actions, but the future...oh, the future could hold anything.

[hyukalyptus]

not at all — hueningkai x chubby!fem!reader. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. first date, chubby!reader, mention of eating and drinking, reader's a bit tipsy, pet names (cutie, pretty i think), tummy love obvi, nipple play obvi, marking, biting, tiddy fuck <3, oral (m. receiving), jiggle, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship? notes. this is self indulgent AF!!! reposted from me my old acct, didn't rly edit, smut under cut. wc. 2.2K

“Kai!” You smile when you open the door, greeted by the cutest Kai you’ve ever seen, all dressed up, holding a bouquet of pink peonies, smelling of cologne. It’s only the second time you’ve seen him, but you didn’t think he could get any cuter after meeting him at the bookstore the other day—cute nose in a book, wavy hair falling over his eyes, biting his lip in concentration. 

You’d caught him off guard approaching him, recommending another book based on what he was reading and ended up chatting for a while. 

“Just let me know if you need any other book recommendations once you finish that one.”

“Okay, will do.” He smiled softly, nodding awkwardly.

“I’m gonna go now…so just let me know, yeah?” Pressing his lips together, he nodded again. “Are you here a lot?”

“No, I’m not here too often,” he said, scratching the back of his head. 

“I’m trying to get you to ask me for my number.” 

“Oh! Right, right…phone numbers—ha.” 

You simply look stunning. Your gorgeous dress hugs you in all the right places, accentuating your chest perfectly. It’s a totally different look from the sweater and jeans you were wearing the other day. So seeing your chest like this gives him heart eyes. He’s just absolutely, positively giddy looking at you. It’s difficult for him to even say, “For you,” while he hands you the flowers. 

“Oh, wow, thank you. How’d you know these were my favorite?” You giggle, letting him in your apartment, but he doesn’t go past the front entryway. He simply watches in awe while you find a vase, rambling a bit to him, not even noticing him shyly standing across the room. “Come over here, silly. Make yourself at home,” you say. 

Nodding, he slowly makes his way closer to you, but he does make a point to look over your apartment—noticing little details about you. The quirky gallery wall above your couch, the fancy olive oils near your stovetop, that book you bought from that bookstore where you met resting on your coffee table. “You’re so cute,” you say, his ears turning red hot. “Just come over and have a seat.” You motion to the bar stool behind the kitchen counter. 

Remembering this is a date and he can flirt with you a bit, he says, “You look really pretty.” It might not have been the cheekiest of flirting, but it’s still flirting. 

“Thank you,” you smile. “You look really pretty tonight too.” And he really does—he’s so, so pretty, almost ethereal, like there’s a glow around him. “So, whatcha got planned for us this evening?” You ask, leaning over the counter, sparkly eyes blinking up at him, tits peeking out over the neckline of your dress. He tries—really, he does—maintaining eye contact, but you’re so, so pretty too, he can’t look at your eyes either. 

So he opts for checking his watch before saying, “I’ve got reservations for us in about a half hour. We should probably get going actually.”

“Oh, okay! Sure,” you smile, grabbing your bag and heading out the front door. 

It’s such a cute, cozy place. All the walls and decor are so warm, it’d make anyone want to cuddle, but for touchy-feely people like the two of you, you’re already all cuddled into each other. 

The two of you clicked as soon as you sat down. You haven’t stopped giggling, touching his arm, you’ve caught him glancing down at your lips more than a few times. And he just can’t get enough of you. You are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He truly believes that. 

After dinner and a few glasses of wine later, you ask him—with your best please eyes—to walk you back home. And it’s a good thing too, because he was planning to anyway.

Both of your arms wrapped around one of his, he drags you back to your apartment, having the best time walking down a quiet sidewalk together. You look up at him, his strong nose undeniably noticeable, his pink, plush lips curling into a smile while he laughs with you. 

Oh, how you wanted him. He was simply adorable in the way he joked with you, held the door open for you, and reached for the bill. The whole evening, he was dipped in sugar. And he seemed like this big, tall teddy bear waiting to be devoured by you. 

“You wanna come up for another drink?” You asked, silently begging him with your pretty eyes, long eyelashes batting up at him. You weren’t sure where he was with everything, to be honest. You’d never know what he was thinking about you. 

But oh, how he wanted you. It was torture sitting next you, but he’d never let you know that. The way your tits were pushed up by your dress, spilling over the top as you leaned closer and closer to him, how he could see the indent of your belly button under the silky fabric, your thighs spread across the booth. You looked…delicious. He couldn’t wait to get you out of that dress, writhing underneath him while he kissed and bit your tummy for a minimum of ten minutes before flicking his tongue over your clit and oh, you legs wrapped around his head, he had to stop himself before it was too noticeable. 

Following you inside, you start pouring some more wine for the two of you, soon joining him on the couch. And it’s more of the same—laughing, giggling, joking, just having fun in each other’s company. It feels so good and natural being together. Soon enough, you’re not sure if it’s the wine or what, but something comes over you. 

He’s way too polite to initiate anything on a first date, but you? You need him, but you don’t want to come on too strong. The wine isn’t helping though. 

Your hand grazes his thigh and he swears his heartbeat is in his throat. “You look so pretty right now,” you whisper. He swallows, lips parting. “Just…” you trail off, taking a sip of the tarte, red wine, lips stained by now. “The way this candle flickers across your skin…you just look…wow.” 

“Thank you,” he chokes out. Is he even getting the hint? 

“You’re honestly probably the prettiest guy I’ve seen,” you say, setting your glass on the coffee table. “This nose is gorgeous.” You lightly drag the tip of your pinky down his bridge, punctuating it with a cute boop to the tip of his nose. “And your eyes…ah, so pretty.” You drag the pad of your thumb across his eyelashes as his eyes flutter shut. “And don’t even get me started on those lips.” You rest back against the couch, smirking at him. 

“No, no, go ahead,” he says, the slightest hint of a giggle in his voice. “What about my lips?”

Ah, he’s got the hint now. “Just how kissable they look. And…” you start, leaning closer to him, hand inching higher and higher on his thigh, faces close enough to feel each other’s breath on your lips. “I want them all over me.” 

Catching your lips with his, he carefully sets the wine glass down before squeezing your thigh, earning a nice groan from you. Pushing off his jacket, he slips his arms out of the sleeves, reaching for your waist, guiding you to straddle his lap. He’s surprisingly good at this based on his shy, cute demeanor throughout the rest of the evening. Legs falling over his, he cranes his neck to reach your lips before trailing down your neck, hands all over your hips. 

“Fuck…” you sigh, hands tangling into his hair. Already burying his face in your cleavage to kiss even more of your skin, both of your breathing starting to get heavy. “My, uh…my bedroom’s down that hallway,” you say and he got the hint immediately.

Hoisting you up with a grunt, thick legs wrapped around his waist, your lips part only briefly as he finds the door knob. Dropping you to your bed, you desperately unbutton his shirt before sliding it off him. He pushes your dress up past your waist, letting out a groan of relief at the sight of your tummy and how gorgeous it is. One hand on your waist, the other on your tit, he simply attacks it with kisses, sucks, and bites. 

You’re not really sure what he’s doing—no one’s ever done this with you before. He doesn’t stop showing your tummy love while his hips grind into the mattress. He must really love tummies. The idea of him pining after your belly all night fills you with butterflies. 

Turning away from him, he whines and pouts at the loss of your beauty, but you say, “I just want this dress off me.” Nodding, he finds the zipper, quickly pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor to get back to your tummy as soon as possible. It doesn’t last long, though, because once he squeezes your bare tit for the first time, his eyes widen before he makes his way back up to your chest, squishing them together to bury his face into. 

Finally flicking his tongue over your nipple, you moan so sexily, grinding your hips against him. Pushing him off you, you find a moment to flip him on his back, reaching for his pants button, slipping them off quickly. 

It’s your turn to shower his body with kisses and love, starting with a sweet, gentle kiss to his nose, making your way down his chest, licking over his nipples briefly, spending a good amount of time on his tummy, then his glorious thighs. And the beauty that is his cock—pinker than the rest of him and leaking wonderfully. 

Holding him gently, your mouth drops open, but you look up at him through your eyelashes for permission and he nods, eyebrows stitched together. Sinking your lips around his cock, you drag your lips down so slowly, making him whine, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. One thing about him is…it doesn’t take much for him. Doesn’t take much before he starts begging…begging to fuck you. 

“Be patient, cutie.” And suddenly, you remember, this guy loves tummies and tits—you wrap your tits around his cock, bouncing them up and down and his brain short circuits. The sight of you like this—

“Holy fuck—” he gasps, head falling back against the pillow, rolling his hips between your cleavage. His dominant side seems to have completely vanished under everything you’re doing to him, which you love. Fingers fumbling as they try to wrap around your hair, breath rattling as your name leaves his mouth, toes curling. 

Releasing, you straddle his waist, his big hands squeezing your hips as you reach underneath yourself for his cock, rubbing it up and down your folds. 

He’s so tantalizing, it doesn’t take long to give into him, sinking down on him completely, his eyes slamming shut at the feeling of you. His hands are all over you. Squeezing your bouncing tits, pinching your waist, squishing your soft ass, holding your hips for stability. 

And goddamn does he feel good, reaching the deepest parts of you, giving you butterflies with the way he looks up at you, squeezing you in all the right places. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe. “You’re so…your cock feels…you—”

“I hope the ends of these sentences are good,” he chuckles. You simply don’t know what to do with yourself as you try grounding yourself by grabbing a tit, then running your hands through your hair, anything, but you can only nod before you find the strength to respond. 

“Yes, yes,” you pant. “You feel so, so, so good. Holy fucking shit.”

Fucking up into you, he’s desperately chasing his orgasm, cock sliding in and out of your pussy so deliciously. His breath is erratic as his head drops against his pillow, knots in his stomach tightening with each bounce, fiercely gripping your waist, orgasm quickly approaching. Your whines, the way you’re bouncing over him, the sight of your tits jiggling furiously sends him over the edge. 

And “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Everything about you. His legs involuntarily lift off the bed, muscles trembling as he cums inside you, the feeling washing over you as you’re chasing your own orgasm. 

But it doesn’t take long—one of his thumbs circling over your clit and the other over your nipple is more than enough to send you over the edge. You’re a whimpering mess, fucking yourself on his overstimulated cock, mouth dropping open, obscene sounds spilling out. Falling forward, your tits rub up against his chest as you ride it out. 

You don’t really do much—just lay on top of him while you two catch your breath, his fingertips dragging across your back until his cock slips out of you on its own. 

He finally breaks the silence, “Wow, that was…”

“Yeah, that was great,” you hold your head up to look down at him with a smirk, pecking his nose. “I like you.”

“Ah, stop…” he giggles. “I like you too.” You sit up, running your fingers through your hair and his hands find themselves in the pinch of your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, but he chuckles and says, “Oh my gosh, look.” You look down and three beautiful hickeys had already bloomed on your belly. He looks a bit embarrassed and admits, “Yeah, I kinda have a thing for tummies.”

“Oh yeah? I couldn’t tell,” you sarcastically, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Is that weird?”

You press gentle kisses to his jaw as you shake your head and say “Not at all, cutie.”

[kissitbttr]

ok hear me out, frat!miguel is now professionalplayer!miguel and is asked to do a photoshoot for sports illustrated or sum shit lol and he’s asked about his fiancé, what would he say? how would muñeca react???

nfl!miguel?? say no more!

—

“miguel o’hara! the upcoming legend, how you doing?” brice butler greets the tall man with a handshake. “damn, you huge” he chuckles,

miguel mirrors his action, sitting by the side with a mic on his hand. “i’m good, good—it’s an honored to meet you, man. big fan”

“thank you, thank you— so, sports illustrated, right? how you feeling about that?”

“yeah, truly a blessing to be here—i want to personally thank the team and you for the invite—it’s still surreal” he sighs, head shaking at making the impossible.

“we know talent when we see one, of course we gotta have you on here” brice praises with a grin. “congrats on making it with the big boys. bengals, man” he shakes his head with a whistle,

“still can’t wrap my head around it—a dream come true” miguel nods,

“how’s the training going?”

“really well, i have a good feeling about all of us in the future—the team has been putting in work, so there’s no doubt we’re making it” he answers simply, which is something he knows for sure,

“that’s good to hear, man. what’s the hardest part of it all? though i can tell, you make it easy but there’s gotta be something”

miguel thinks for a while, “the diet if i’m being honest” he responds, making the two men laugh. “can’t pay me enough to eat chicken and rice for months—especially when you got a girl who cooks delicious food. you’re bound to break”

brice eyes go wide open, glancing at the camera then back at him. “a girl you say? you’re telling me our man here is cuffed?!” he asks excitedly,

miguel’s grin goes wider, nodding at him before showing his ring finger. “my fiancée. y/n”

“you’re going to break a lot of hearts with that info” brice jokes, admiring the ring. “how long have you been together?”

“sophomore” he replies, eyes glinting at the mere thought of you crossing his mind. “been my girl ever since”

“wow!” brice looks unbelievably surprised. “staying loyal, huh?”

“she tames me” miguel laughs, “has me wrapped around her finger, couldn’t even find other girls attractive no more” he shrugs,

“damn—other men has lots to learn from you then” brice answers with a smile. “how did she feel about this all of this?”

“oh she’s been real supportive, man. everything a guy could ever asked for. she got it all” miguel feels this interview a little bit brighter when he gets to talk about you. “pushes me to do better, to sign with bengals, cook us food”

brice makes a mental note on what makes him happy. he loves seeing young men in the making to feel good on what they talk about and not just football.

it’s where authenticity comes. at least to brice.

“so happy for you man—at least now we know that you’re locked in. those edits on tiktok gotta lay off” brice says while chuckling, making miguel laugh as well and throws his head back,

“she’s here actually” he mentions to brice, eyes then look straight ahead before glancing a bit to the left, spotting you standing just a few feet away from the camera in a pretty dress. “say hi, baby” miguel calls out, grinning widely.

the camera then pans slowly at you, who smiles and gives a shy wave and ‘hi’ at your soon to be husband and the interviewer beside him,

“hi, mrs. o’hara” brice waves back, “you keeping this big boy on a leash, ma’am?”

“oh always! people has to know who he’s tied to so no one’s messing with me!” your respond causing the entire room to cheer and laugh,

“feisty one you got there, o’hara” brice is dying of laughter, slapping a hand on miguel’s back,

miguel’s eyes never leaving your figure, sending a wink to your way as you response with a small blow kiss.

“you have no idea, man”

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering CEDH edition Birds of Paradise

Author’s note: Optimization furthers as I try to sharpen the story.

stroll up to our rendezvous fashionably late, but the guys greet me with raised eyebrows and a mix of surprise and concern.

"Um, we've got a bit of a situation," Connor blurts out.

"Yeah, we need you to watch our backs," Dexter adds, his tone urgent.

"Alright, spill the beans before we dive into this," I reply, trying to keep my cool despite the unexpected turn of events.

Following the uproarious success of the "Fearless Kkura" episode, Connor and Dexter found themselves fielding calls from various companies eager to tap into their expertise with idols. Amidst the flood of emails, Connor's phone buzzes with a call from Jennifer Huh.

"Yo, Jenny, what's crackin'?" Connor answers, brimming with excitement.

"Hey, so don't freak out, but I sorta RSVPed you and me for a gala in Florida," Jennifer confesses.

"Why? You know I'm not a fan of those formal shindigs," Connor retorts.

"Well, Chaewon and Kkura had tight schedules, Kazuha's chilling in Japan, and Eunchae's practically a baby," Jennifer explains.

"Fair point... Before I reluctantly agree, what's this gala all about?" Connor inquires, wary of Jennifer's sudden enthusiasm for fancy affairs.

"Oh, it's a Tricell Charity Gala, honoring survivors of bio-terrorist attacks. My family made it out alive thanks to Tricell's aid during a crisis in New Jersey," Jennifer elaborates.

Connor sighs, attempting to mask his inner turmoil, but Jennifer, being Jennifer, picks up on his unease like a shark scenting blood in the water.

"Ah, that sigh. I know that sigh. That's the 'please don't make me do this' sigh," Jennifer remarks, her intuition sharp as ever.

"I'm not sure, Jen. Sounds like walking into a danger zone," Connor hesitates.

"What're you not telling me?" Jennifer presses, sensing there's more to the story.

"Oh, what the heck. Count me in," Connor concedes, against his better judgment.

Arriving a day ahead of schedule to meet Yunjin, Connor is taken aback by the absence of a welcoming committee as she approaches my rental. She envelops him in a warm hug.

"Hey, Connor! How's it hanging?" she chirps, eyeing my choice of wheels with a playful smirk. "Wow, you really diggin' that truck, huh?"

He offers a sheepish nod, managing a grin. "Doing alright, and yeah, I'm quite fond of it. Hungry?"

Yunjin nods eagerly, and the duo hops into the rental, heading for a quaint café nearby.

En route, Connor turns to Jennifer. "So, Jen, while we're here, I need to catch up with my sister and mom," Connor started, hinting at his plans.

"Oh, I'll tag along," Jennifer chimes in.

"That's not what I had in mind," Connor points out.

"Too bad, I'm crashing the party," Jennifer declares, flashing a mischievous grin. He groans in defeat as we pull up to a cozy Creole café just a stone's throw from the hotel and airport. Over a meal, Yunjin broaches the topic of His beef with Tricell.

He tenses up momentarily but then decides that honesty is the best policy. Taking a cue from Dexter's/My playbook, and he dives into oversharing mode. "Well, I lost both my folks to the T-virus outbreak back in '98, masterminded by Tricell's former bigwig, Albert Wesker. His son, Alexander, also cost me my adopted older brother. So, yeah, I've got a bone to pick with Umbrella, Tricell, and the Weskers. But hey, they're supposedly turning over a new leaf, right? If not, I'll happily take 'em down again."

"So, you and Dexter both have a score to settle with the Wesker clan?" Jennifer probes, surprising him with her insight.

"Wait, how'd you know that? Dex never mentioned anything about it," Connor replies, taken aback.

"Well, Kkura spilled the beans. Apparently, Eunbi spilled the tea after her second date with Dex," Jennifer reveals.

"Eunbi and Dex?" Connor exclaims, connecting the dots.

"Yeah, Kkura played matchmaker after your stint on 'Fearless Kkura' together," Jennifer confirms.

"That explains a lot," Connor muses, reflecting on Dexter's recent trips to Korea.

"Indeed. They make quite the adorable couple," Jennifer adds, steering the conversation back to romance. "Speaking of which, are you still chasing after Giselle... I mean Aeri?"

"Nah, she's not into guys like me," Connor confesses.

"Really now?"

"Okay, let me rephrase that: I don't think she's into me like that."

"Ah, gotcha. Maybe she can sense that you're taken?" Jennifer teases, her disappointment palpable.

"Cut it out, Jen," Connor chirps, rolling my eyes.

"Why? Don't you like me?" Jennifer pouts, her expression genuinely crestfallen.

"Yeah, but c'mon, you're the fabulous Ms. Starlet herself, Yunjin Jennifer Huh. I'm just plain ol' Connor Sun-Won Young," Connor quips.

"Wait, is 'Sun-Won' your middle name?" Jennifer probes further.

"Not the point, but no, it's actually Connor. Sun-Won's my middle name, but it's easier for most folks to say," Connor explains.

"Got it. From now on, you're Sunny," Jennifer declares, earning an exaggerated groan from me.

"Anyway, Dex had a run-in with a Wesker during his college days. There was an outbreak at his school, and let's just say it didn't end well," Jennifer divulges, catching Connor off guard.

"I wish he'd told me about that," Connor admits, feeling a pang of hurt.

Connor nods in acknowledgment. After they finish their meal, Connor escorts Yunjin to her hotel to help her with her luggage. As he bids farewell, confusion clouds her expression. "Hey, where are you off to?" she wonders aloud.

"To visit my mom, then back to my hotel room," Connor replies hesitantly.

"Uh, why?" Yunjin probes, cornering him.

"Your manager made it clear that while you're here, you're to be 'untouched,'" Connor responds.

Yunjin laughs, "Um, how about no?" she says, grabbing him by his necklace. Tilting her head as she inspects it, she remarks, "Oh, this is nice. It suits you. Is it new?"

"No, I just got it back," Connor answers.

"Well, it looks good on you. Silver suits you," Yunjin compliments as she pulls Connor onto the bed. As they both gaze up at the ceiling, an awkward silence descends.

"So, have you asked Aeri out yet?" Jen's voice breaks the silence.

Connor turns to her and responds, "She laughed and said she sees me as an older brother."

Jen stifles a chuckle before saying, "You, an older brother? Oh, I'm so sorry. Come here, hug Noona to make it all better." Connor accepts her hug but scowls at her use of "Noona."

"Noona? Where did that come from? I'm older than you," Connor retorts.

She squints at him, "No, you're not?" Connor groans, pulling out his ID to prove his point. Yunjin smirks, "Huh, I guess you are my oppa then. Sorry, Oppa. That explains why Aeri was calling you that now. I thought she liked you."

"It's no big deal," Connor responds.

"I just thought because you're such a teddy bear that you were younger than Chae and I," Jen rebuts.

"Nope. I'm a year older than Kkura, to be exact, six months. But I digress," Connor says matter-of-factly.

Connor gets up and begins the process of heading to his mom's place. Jennifer is all smiles as she also gets up with him. They get into his car and drive to Miami, where his mother resides. Upon arriving, Connor begins to get cold feet, his hands shaking visibly. Jennifer notices this and smiles reassuringly at him as they both step out of the car. Connor approaches his mom's door and knocks, the house remaining quiet until it opens.

"Oh, Baruuk, how good to see you," Connor's sister, Valkyr, says to him. Connor offers a weak smile.

"Is Mom home?" he asks.

"Yeah, but are you sure you want to talk to her?" Valkyr inquires.

"Yeah, I have some stuff I'd like to tell her," Connor affirms.

"Okay, but wait, who's this pretty young lady behind you?" Valkyr asks.

"Oh, hi, I'm Jen, his girlfriend," Jennifer introduces herself.

Connor shoots Jen a look, to which she just smiles back at him. Valkyr observes their interaction and laughs, "Well, Ms. Jen, can I talk to you while my little Ruuk goes to our mom?" Valkyr asks, and Jen nods. This gives Connor the freedom to head back to his mom, who is in the backyard.

Mrs. LesProux had known since his arrival that Connor was going to show up. Call it mother's intuition. What she didn't know was the reason behind his visit.

"Hey, Mom," Connor says upon entering the backyard. His mother, a tall, statuesque woman, stands facing the morning light.

"Hello, Little cub. I'm surprised to see you," she says coldly.

"I didn't expect to be back, but here I am... You know, I've done some thinking, and I finally have an answer for you."

"Oh, really? And what is that? Do you still hate me for taking you from your birth parents? Do you still seek revenge?" Mrs. LesProux questions.

"No, I said those things in anger and resentment because I couldn't have a normal life. But that was never your fault," Connor apologizes.

Mrs. LesProux turns to her adopted son, seeing his remorse. She gets closer to him, "Wait, so you're not angry anymore?" she asks skeptically.

"No... I can't be, really. In this time away from this life, I realized I'm not built for war," Connor admits.

"Oh, then what are you built for?" Mrs. LesProux asks, intrigued.

"Diplomacy and art. But I appreciate what you did for me because, as you've said numerous times, fate had other plans," Connor answers.

Mrs. LesProux chuckles at her son's response. "That's a surprising answer."

"Why so?" Connor inquires.

"To forge peace, one must know war," Mrs. LesProux replies.

"Yes, and you've taught me war. The time I've spent with Dexter, or as you call him, the fool, has brought me peace, and I needed that," Connor adds.

"Well, then I guess I may have been harsh in my judgment of him. Especially after learning about him," Mrs. LesProux asserts.

Connor looks at his mom, confused. "What do you mean?" he asks.

"He was in love with that Wesker girl a few years back, and according to my sources, she betrayed him when he tried to purge all records of that event," Mrs. LesProux explains.

"That explains why he never talks about it," Connor realizes.

"I assume it's a sore spot. Speaking of pretty, who's that girl talking to Valkyr?" Mrs. LesProux asks, redirecting the conversation.

"Oh, that's Jennifer. She's a friend," Connor reassures.

"Really? She doesn't look at you like you're just a friend," Mrs. LesProux observes.

"How do you figure that?" Connor asks.

"I've seen the look of love, Baruuk, and believe me, she has it," Mrs. LesProux states.

"Well, then I'll keep that in mind," Connor says, falling silent. Mrs. LesProux smiles at her son's bashfulness.

She goes to hug him, "Still my shy and humble little boy, I see. I should have known that bringing you into the fold was a mistake. But that being said, I think you've grown into a fine young man."

"Thanks, Voruna," Connor says to his mom.

"You're welcome, Baruuk," Mrs. LesProux replies. "So what will you do now?" she asks.

"I'm going to the Tricell Gala tomorrow with Jennifer as her plus one," Connor answers.

"Oh, well, then we shall see each other again then," Mrs. LesProux says.

"Okay," Connor says.

After that, Connor walks back with his mom to the living room, where Valkyr and Jennifer are engaged in conversation. Mrs. LesProux scrutinizes Jennifer for a moment before asking, "What are your intentions with my son?"

Yunjin blushes at the question, as does Connor before Valkyr gives them an out.

"Come on, Mom, can't you see they're blushing? Baruuk, Jen, leave before you get more embarrassed," Valkyr says, ushering the couple out. They then drive back to the hotel, and Jen starts to become sleepier, likely due to the effects of the flight. Once they're back in her hotel room, she cuddles with Connor.

"So, you've met my mom and sister. What did you think?" Connor asks.

"I'm still surprised. You're so manly and gentlemanly, but your mom and Valkyr are very cold," Jen replies plainly.

"Well, that's because of my older brother, Atlas. He taught me a lot of the manners stuff. You would've loved him. He was tall, kind, and..." Before Connor could finish his sentence, Jen asks what happened to Atlas. "He was the brother who died because of Alexander Wesker," Connor answers.

Jen nods, “Oh... learning new things about you every day.” She falls silent after that. Connor notices she hasn’t broken the hug after 30 minutes, and then he hears her breathing become rhythmic as she falls asleep. Eventually, the calming sound of her breathing lulls Connor to sleep as well. He wakes up from his nap when Jen’s alarm goes off, blaring "No Return." As he attempts to get up, he is struck by his arm being very asleep. Realizing this, he tries to remedy it. As Jen wakes up to his movements, she laughs excitedly, watching as Connor tries to wake his sleeping arm up

"So, where to next?" Connor says, attempting to push his emotions aside. Seeing an out, Yunjin replies, "Oh, we're meeting with Winter and Hosang before they just flew in, so we're all getting dinner together." Connor nods and follows her as she changes her jacket to something lighter, as the morning cool has burned off into a humid heat more common to Florida. He looks away, trying not to see her exposed.

Jen smiles at Connor and says, "You know you don't have to look away while I change."

"Um, yes I do," Connor rebukes.

"You're so cute when you're bashful," Jen teases, laughing while watching him still trying to get his arm awake again. After a few minutes, he succeeds, and he gets up, now having his arm almost back to normal. They get into their rental truck and drive to the airport again. Winter and Hosang are surprised when Connor picks them up.

"Oh hi, Yunjin… and Connor," Hosang says in surprise to see Connor and Yunjin together.

Connor waves as they put their bags in the truck bed. Winter and Hosang both begin to whisper in Korean. They’re quiet enough to not hear every word. Connor turns to them when he hears "American," and both he and Jen scowl suspiciously.

"What?" Winter says innocently.

"What was that about? 'They are so American?'" Jen says.

Hosang laughs and says, "Well, looks like we were caught. Winter and I were just talking about how you two look so American together. (He gestures to the truck) It's so funny how you are both so American and so not American." Connor watches as Jen rolls her eyes before she goes back to face him with a smile and drives the couple to their hotel.

While on the way in, Jen asks, “Hey, how did you guys get the okay from SM to date?”

Hosang answers, “Um, so we haven't, so if you could keep it on the down-low, that would be great.” Jen’s eyes go wide, and she nods in understanding. She smiles and says, “Your secret is safe with us. Isn’t it, Connor?”

Teasingly, Connor says, “Absolutely not. I need compensation for Giselle putting me in the brother zone, and a dating scandal for her group sounds like a fat payday. So two birds, one stone.” They look at Connor for a moment, thinking he is serious, but when they see his face change, they all break into a smile.

“You had us worried for a minute,” Winter says, and Connor laughs.

While helping them, Hosang comes to Connor and asks, “I know you were joking about the Aeri thing, but are you sure you’re okay?” Connor shrugs.

“I can’t do anything about it, so why would I care? As my friend Dexter says, 'Time keeps moving forward, so will I.' I’ll just work my hardest and then move on,” Connor says to Hosang, who nods.

“Ah, the good old keep moving forward,” Hosang says, and Connor nods. After he helps the couple into their room, Connor, Jen, Winter, and Hosang all get back into the car and drive to the restaurant where they will be eating for the night. They arrive at the small Cuban spot that Jen found (spotted earlier on the way in) and all file in. Jen smiles as Connor and her walk in, and she grabs his arm, linking with hers and smiling brighter. Connor smiles back, her dark hair bouncing as she walks with him. A wave of calm washes over Connor as he sits with her. She feels... pleasant around her in a way Connor is unfamiliar with and not used to.

After the waiter takes the drink and appetizer orders, Hosang asks Connor the fated question.

“So how did you meet Aeri Uchinaga, Mr. Connor?”

Connor looks around and then to Winter, who smirks. “Tell him then, Magic Man," she teases.

“Well, long story short. I play MTG to deal with some PTSD issues I had in the past. So naturally, I played MTGA, where I met Scorpion’s love-00. I beat this person. This person sends me a Discord message, and we begin an online friendship. That friendship eventually led to me meeting this person, who turned out to be the illustrious Giselle of Aespa.” Jen smiles as Connor tells his story.

When Connor got to the part about PTSD, Winter looked at Connor in surprise. After he finishes his tale, she pries a little into that. “You mentioned PTSD… um, Connor, are you okay?” You shrug.

“Yeah, just some bad stuff happened while before I got into college. MTG helped me get out of that bad place, but it also made it worse because I became obsessed. Overall, I think I am good though now,” Winter squints as she stares at Connor. He could see the worry on her face. He smiles to allay her worry. After all, they didn’t need to be bothered with his tales of misery. After Connor finishes talking, his food arrives, and while he eats, he swears he sees Voruna. When his friends catch him spacing out looking for her, they quickly bring him back. Connor smiles at them as they all get back to eating and enjoying their company.

When Connor goes to pay, the waiter says, “Oh, your meal was already paid for by Karena LesProux. She left the message, 'For my lost cub who is found again.'” Everyone looks weirdly at the waiter, except Connor, who knows who that is and what that means. He smirks casually, then eases into the seat and says to everyone, “Wow, that is so weird but cool. A free meal.” They all look at Connor weirdly at first, but then it’s put past them. After that, Connor takes Winter and Hosang back to their hotel and says their goodbyes until tomorrow.

Winter stops for a moment before going in to talk to Connor. She gets him out of earshot of the others and says, “I heard about your situation with Giselle, don't be too mad at her. She’s just got a lot going on.” Connor smirks, then says (while looking at Yunjin), "I think I will be fine," and waves as they leave.

He goes to drop Jen off, and as he attempts to leave, she says, “Can you stay with me tonight?”

Connor sees the anxiety in her eyes, and all he can say is, “Sure,” so he follows her. The couple (I know they aren't technically a couple yet, but at this point like come on) fall asleep. They take turns using the shower and getting ready for the night. After finishing, the two cuddle in the bed. It’s awkward at first until she says, “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t bite.” Her eyes are bright and happy. Her smile is innocent and inviting.

Connor says to her, “This isn’t very hot girl of you.”

She laughs and responds, “Maybe I want to be a soft girl for the night.” Connor laughs content and Jen hugs him tight. The couple falls asleep roughly around the same time. At 4 am though, Connor wakes up. He gets up to leave, but Jen, still partially asleep, says, “Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone.” Connor looks at her confused. She looks so lonely, so afraid. It was a far cry from the confident star who lives for the stage.

“What’s wrong, Jen?” Connor asks. When he doesn't hear from her, he looks at her worried but clearly sees she is still half asleep.

“I feel so isolated, and you make me feel connected. Idol life it’s great, but there’s too much pressure, too rigid. I want someone who’s fluid and goes with the flow. I live in fear every day that because of who I am and my background everything is going to collapse on me. I want someone by my side who is strong and confident yet gentle and reassuring. So please stay with me,” Jen says. Also, remember that Jen said all of this while still half asleep and probably wouldn’t remember it. Connor breathes in and out before going back to lie next to her. He hugs her tight, intent on helping her feel better. As he drifts off, his mind settles in a familiar place. Stars litter the endless void.

When Connor opens his eyes, he is greeted by Jen’s smiling face. She is elated that he stayed with her. The next thing he hears is his phone ringing. It’s Dexter.

As Connor recounted I nodded and then Dexter started speaking to me as well. following the pause at Dexter's call Dexter starts speaking.

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PLAY GAME!! - Shuffle unit Event Story Translation

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Izumi Iori: Everyone watching this video, hello.

Izumi Mitsuki: Hello!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Helloo!

Inumaru Touma: Hey there!

Izumi Iori: One, two... 

PLAY GAME!!: It's “PLAY GAME!!”

Izumi Mitsuki: Yay! clap clap clap!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Nice to meet you all!

Inumaru Touma: Looking forward to it! 

Izumi Iori: Very well, "8th Anniversary! Four Thanks Project."

Izumi Iori: Celebrating the formation of our limited time unit, it’s the "Ask this and that!?" edition.

Izumi Iori: Let's get started with the "PLAY GAME!!" version.

Izumi Mitsuki & Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: Yaay!!

Izumi Iori: Since we are a newly formed unit, let's ask each other questions.

Izumi Iori: We've already received questions from the staff. May I introduce them?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Of course!

Izumi Iori: The question is, "Do you all get along well?"

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh! Let's all answer together!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Sure thing!

Inumaru Touma: This would be so awkward if one person answers differently.

Izumi Mitsuki: It's okay, don’t worry! I’m sure it’s gonna be fine!

Izumi Iori: Then, let me read the staff's question again, so everyone, please answer at the same time.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Okay.

Izumi Mitsuki: Got it!

Izumi Iori: "Do you all get along well?"

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: We did!

Izumi Mitsuki: We get along!

Inumaru Touma: Yes!

Izumi Iori: Yes.

PLAY GAME!!: ...

Izumi Mitsuki: A-ha-ha! We all said the same thing but the way we answered was different!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: But it's good that our individualities are showing! We're close, but everyone has their own free will!

Izumi Iori: That's right.

Inumaru Touma: Phew! What a relief!

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright, let's continue like this!

Izumi Mitsuki: You know, that thing! The thing we came up with earlier!

Inumaru Touma: Let’s do it!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Then Touma-kun, do the countdown!

Inumaru Touma: Roger that!

Inumaru Touma: Here we go! 1, 2, 3...

Izumi Iori: That's counting up.

Inumaru Touma: Oh shit!! That's so embarrassing!!

Izumi Mitsuki: It's okay, don’t worry! You're doing fine!

Inumaru Touma: It’s 3, 2, 1!

Izumi Iori: Yes.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Calm down! Relax, relax!

Inumaru Touma: Phew... Let's start over...

Inumaru Touma: Here we go! 3, 2, 1...

PLAY GAME!!: PLAY GAME!!

PLAY GAME!!: Yaaaay!!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright, question time. Who wanna go first?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Um, then if no one else wants to, can I go first?

Izumi Mitsuki: Sure, go ahead!

Izumi Iori: I'm fine with that.

Inumaru Touma: Please go ahead!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Thanks! I've got a question I've been thinking about.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Considering our unit name, it’s about games, what are you guys’ favorite games?

Inumaru Touma: Oh, I see! Well, do you all play games a lot?

Izumi Mitsuki: I play from time to time!

Izumi Iori: I guess I play them sometimes, as well.

Inumaru Touma: I like them. I even played games of drama titles I was involved in.

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah! That survival-like game! Are you good at them?

Inumaru Touma: Hmm, I'm average I guess?

Izumi Iori: Since Tsunashi-san asked, let's answer the question in order. What kind of games do I like…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That’s right!

Izumi Iori: I often play puzzle games. On those smartphone apps and stuff like that…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ohh! What kind?

Izumi Iori: Um... Well... *clears throat* I'll just preface by telling you this...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Whaaaat is it?

Izumi Iori: I focus on the puzzle mechanics, so please keep in mind that I find the design secondary to the game.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Got it.

Izumi Iori: Here’s the app.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Wow! It's so cute! Lots of cute animals with cute moves are falling down!

Izumi Iori: Is that so? I didn't really notice. Since the design is secondary to me.

Izumi Mitsuki: That comment seems really forced…

Izumi Iori: Ahem. When the baby rabbits combine, they become a parent bunny.

Izumi Iori: I was intrigued by the novelty of this system.

Inumaru Touma: It’s true! They really combined! That’s so cute!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Though I wonder if they can further combine?

Izumi Iori: When parent bunnies combine, they become grandparent bunnies, which are not as cute...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Not as cute?

Izumi Iori: Cuteness is secondary.

Inumaru Touma: Wouldn't the grandpas get a higher score though?

Izumi Iori: Scores are secondary.

Izumi Mitsuki: I-Iori.

Izumi Iori: Ah, no... Ahem. I prefer to combine them all at once and go for a super combo.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: All at once?

Izumi Iori: Yes. When you gather seven baby bunnies together... Please watch what happens.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ah, they turned into a rainbow-colored bunny!

Inumaru Touma: It turned into a Super Bunny! And it's wearing a fancy helmet!

Izumi Iori: The helmet isn’t cute though. The baby bunnies are the cutest thing ever...

Izumi Mitsuki: T-thanks, Iori! You gave us a clear idea of the system and mechanics of this puzzle game!

Izumi Iori: Ahem. It’s nothing...

Izumi Mitsuki: My turn to answer! I like action and fighting games!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: My younger brother likes fighting games too! It's so hard to pull off those special moves though, right?

Izumi Mitsuki: That's right! That’s why it feels great when you pull them off!

Izumi Mitsuki: I also like rhythm games! It's super fun to play your favorite songs!

Inumaru Touma: I get it! I like aiming for a full combo!

Izumi Mitsuki: Exactly! It's fun when you vibe with the rhythm!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Rhythm games, huh. That sounds very much like you, Mitsuki-kun! What about you, Touma-kun?

Inumaru Touma: I like all kinds of games no matter the genre, really.

Izumi Mitsuki: We're the gaming generation, after all!

Inumaru Touma: That's right! Oh, but I’m not good at simulation games or stuff that requires a lot of thinking.

Inumaru Touma: I prefer playing games that let me move intuitively. Stuff like action or fighting games.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Thanks! You guys play quite a variety of games!

Izumi Mitsuki: What about you, Tsunashi-san? Do you pass the time by playing some?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I don’t play smartphone games all that much, I guess? I prefer the ones at the arcades. Racing games, crane games, etc.

Izumi Mitsuki: Crane games! I love those too!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: They’re fun, aren’t they? I always end up trying my best when I think I’m close to getting a prize!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: But the game Iori-kun was playing looks very relaxing. I might give it a try as well.

Izumi Iori: I highly recommend it.

Izumi Mitsuki: Guys, do you play... Ah, let's make this a question. Can I go next?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Why not?

Inumaru Touma: Go ahead!

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright! Then here I go!

Izumi Mitsuki: Do you guys play games with the other members?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke＆Inumaru Touma: Uhhh...

Izumi Iori: We do it quite often, don’t we?

Izumi Mitsuki: That’s right. I like playing with Tamaki and Nagi. Even Riku and the old man are generally into it.

Inumaru Touma: What kind of games do you play?

Izumi Mitsuki: Pretty much anything. Oh! We played a romance game the other day!

Izumi Iori: We sure did.

Inumaru Touma: Oh, you mean those where you’re romancing girls?

Izumi Mitsuki: Nope, we romanced boys.

Inumaru Touma: Why.

Izumi Mitsuki: We decided to study handsome guys together. It was pretty interesting.

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Izumi Iori: We struggled with flag management, though.

Inumaru Touma: You mean you couldn’t score a date?

Izumi Iori: No, the kingdom was engulfed in war and things turned south real quick...

Izumi Mitsuki: There was this guy who looked just like Nagi and everyone was trying to romance him.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Nagi-kun's quite popular, huh?

Inumaru Touma: So who was good at wooing him? Sougo seems gentle, did he do well?

Izumi Iori: Osaka-san often infuriated the characters he was pursuing.

Inumaru Touma: Is that so...

Izumi Mitsuki: He kept stepping on landmines, surprisingly. Who was the first to reach the ending again?

Izumi Iori: Wasn't it Nikaido-san?

Izumi Mitsuki: Right, right. He got really hooked and pulled an all-nighter.

Izumi Iori: Yotsuba-san and Nanase-san were also progressing together while squealing and cackling.

Izumi Mitsuki: They were like a couple of girlies.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Sounds interesting. Maybe we should give it a try for study purposes sometime.

Izumi Iori＆Izumi Mitsuki＆Inumaru Touma: With TRIGGER!?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Is that weird?

Izumi Iori: Why not just wooing Yaotome-san or Kujo-san directly?

Izumi Mitsuki: It’s probably the same thing anyways.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I-Is that so...?

Inumaru Touma: Just curious, but is Yaotome-san always like” that”?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: What do you mean like “that”?

Inumaru Touma: Like, he's just so... cool all the time. Or something like that.

Izumi Mitsuki: That's just how he is.

Izumi Iori: That's just how he is.

Inumaru Touma: I'm asking TRIGGER, not IDOLiSH7...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Gaku's always natural. Being natural makes him cool. It's amazing, right?

Inumaru Touma: That's crazy...

Izumi Iori: What about TRIGGER? Do you all play games together?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Yes we do. Well, we play a lot for shows and projects, but...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Oh! We played Sugoroku during New Year's.(1) 

Izumi Iori: That's very old-school.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It came with a magazine I received. We played Sugoroku and did Fukuwarai (2).

Izumi Mitsuki: Technically they do count as games, right?

Izumi Iori: They’re still old-school though.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It was fun! Every time someone made a weird face, we all burst into laughter.

Inumaru Touma: TRIGGER playing Fukuwarai and laughing together during New Year's... You really want to treasure that…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That’s how I feel. How about you guys, Touma-kun ?

Inumaru Touma: Haru’s the one who plays games the most out of us...

Izumi Iori: Yes, he likes them doesn't he?

Inumaru Touma: When he gets hooked, he plays all the time. Sometimes he invites me, Mina, or Tora to join him...

Inumaru Touma: But since Mina and Tora hate losing, they keep beating him until Haru sulks.

Izumi Mitsuki: So Natsume and Mido are good at games.

Inumaru Touma: Those two are generally smart and quick learners, so they learn the tricks in a heartbeat.

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah, I get it. Iori and Nagi are like that too.

Izumi Iori: Since game basics are mostly generic and rehashed, if you don't make mistakes, you win.

Inumaru Touma: Yeah, that's the impression I get. Mina and Tora are the types who don't make mistakes.

Izumi Mitsuki: What about you, Inumaru?

Inumaru Touma: Haru and I are the types who aim for a comeback with risky and flashy moves.

Izumi Iori: But it suits you to be that forward since you're the main vocalists.

Inumaru Touma: T-thank you very much.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Is Riku-kun also the type to aim for a comeback?

Izumi Iori: He's the type who doesn't aim for anything, but when he's in a pinch, he gets everyone involved, and then overcomes it.

Inumaru Touma: That's amazing, a true center.

Izumi Mitsuki: But Kujo's different, right?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Tenn is like a chess player, he calculates everything carefully then makes bold moves.

Izumi Iori: He’s not a center, he’s more like a Great historical General.

Inumaru Touma: Interesting. So the way you play shows your personality.

Izumi Mitsuki: Sports too! Oh that’s right, our unit was for a sports drink.

Izumi Iori: Sports and games are similar in that they both involve competing for a win or loss.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: TRIGGER is more into sports than games. We all like to move our bodies.

Inumaru Touma: So like, you go playing tennis or go to batting cages?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Yup. We also go bouldering.

Izumi Mitsuki: Don't you guys get recognized?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Sometimes we do, but everyone's so absorbed in their sports that they don't notice.

Izumi Iori: It's surprisingly easy to overlook.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: What about ŹOOḼ? You all seem to be good at sports aren’t you?

Inumaru Touma: Yeah... If it doesn’t involve teamwork…

Izumi Mitsuki: Haha! I see!

Inumaru Touma: Maybe we should try it out next time. Something we can do in teams of two.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Sounds good, why not? Something like tennis or ping-pong.

Izumi Iori: By all means. Let’s form a team of performers who don’t make mistakes and a main vocal team that takes risks.

Inumaru Touma: We’re definitely gonna lose...

Izumi Mitsuki: Got any questions, Inumaru?

Inumaru Touma: Oh, right. This has nothing to do with our unit but can I ask anyway?

Izumi Mitsuki: Sure, go ahead.

Inumaru Touma: I heard that both Izumi-san and Tsunashi-san are good cooks, could you recommend a fried rice recipe?

Izumi Mitsuki: Fried rice!?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Why fried rice specifically?

Inumaru Touma: I've gotten pretty good at making it lately! I was thinking of making it the next time my members come over to stay over.

Inumaru Touma: I think they’ll be happy if I surprise them with an IDOLiSH7 meal or TRIGGER meal.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I understand!

Izumi Mitsuki: Fried rice is nice. Do you remember that one, Iori? It’s kinda like dessert…

Izumi Iori: I do.

Izumi Mitsuki: Then I’ll go first! This one was seriously delicious!

Inumaru Touma: Ohhh, can’t wait to see what it is.

Izumi Mitsuki: Avocado mayonnaise fried rice.

Inumaru Touma: Mayonnaise!? For real...!?

Izumi Mitsuki: It's good, it’s real good! wasn't it, Iori?

Izumi Iori: Of course it was, since it’s nii-san’s fried rice.

Inumaru Touma: S‘That so... It's not sticky?

Izumi Iori: It is. So what?

Izumi Mitsuki: And that's what's good about it! You can also add shrimp or tuna.

Inumaru Touma: Avocado mayonnaise, huh... Got it. I'll try it sometime.

Izumi Mitsuki: It looks and tastes healthy, so I’m sure Natsume would like it.

Inumaru Touma: Mina tends to eat rather hearty stuff, actually. Like stamina kimchi steak fried rice.

Izumi Iori: He’s surprisingly similar to Yotsuba-san.

Izumi Mitsuki: They're teenagers after all.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I think I'd like the avocado mayonnaise fried rice. I'll try it with the others next time.

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh, I’m glad!

Inumaru Touma: What kinda fried rice do you recommend, Tsunashi-san?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I recommend Octopus Fried Rice.

Izumi Mitsuki: Octopus sounds delicious!

Inumaru Touma: That's a surefire one!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It's seasoned just like peperoncino (3). If you have some shiso leaves, put them on top to make it even tastier 

Inumaru Touma: Sounds delicious~!

Izumi Mitsuki: Did you serve it to Yaotome and Kujo? They must have enjoyed it!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: They did!

Inumaru Touma: Lucky! I'm gettin’ hungry!

Izumi Mitsuki: Iori, what about dessert?

Izumi Iori: For dessert, I recommend the matcha pancakes nii-san made the other day.

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh, those!

Izumi Iori: They were fluffy and topped with red bean paste, chestnuts and whipped cream, and they were truly, unbelievably delicious.

Inumaru Touma: Sounds delicious...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Japanese-style pancakes sound delicious! I wanna try them too. Your sweets are always delicious, Mitsuki-kun.

Izumi Iori: Yes they are.

Izumi Mitsuki: Well then, I’ll let you know the next time I make them so please come and taste! Inumaru too!

Inumaru Touma: Seriously!? Hell yeah!

Izumi Iori: Good for you guys.

Izumi Mitsuki: Who are you glaring at…

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah, is it time for the last question?

Izumi Iori: Is it already the last one? I wouldn’t mind taking it more slowly.

Izumi Mitsuki: It's rare for you to say something like that.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You were overjoyed to work with Mitsuki-kun, weren’t you?

Izumi Iori: Of course I was, but I also feel a sense of security from being surrounded by people with common sense…

Inumaru Touma: Yeah, we had no trouble here.

Izumi Mitsuki: We’re an easy group to get along with and we never run out of stuff to talk about.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: We can chat forever!

Izumi Mitsuki＆Tsunashi Ryuunosuke＆Inumaru Touma: It's relaxing...

Izumi Iori: It sure is…

Izumi Mitsuki: What? For real?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: What’s up?

Izumi Mitsuki: Staff said that the other groups had to reshoot many times.

Inumaru Touma: Yeah, I heard something like that from Tora and Mina…

Izumi Iori: Scary... How could anyone need to do retakes on such a calm project?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: So it’s rare for things to go this smoothly?

Izumi Mitsuki: Yaay! This means we're compatible.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Right! I’m happy!

Izumi Iori: It's wonderfully peak peacefulness.

Inumaru Touma: Ahaha! Let's boast in front of them.

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah, if we have time left, could you tell us your fried rice recommendation, Inumaru? I’m sure your fans wanna know about it, right?

Izumi Iori: As expected of you, nii-san... You're considerate to everyone’s fans.

Izumi Mitsuki: Ehehe! I used to be an idol fan myself!

Inumaru Touma: Well, thank you so much! I like putting in pepper and sansho.

Inumaru Touma: Shredded sansho fried rice or mapo tofu fried rice.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Sounds spicy and ŹOOḼ-like!

Inumaru Touma: Hehe... guess it does. I’m glad to hear that.

Inumaru Touma: Riku wanted some too, so I made egg and tomato fried rice the other day...

Izumi Iori: Huh?

Inumaru Touma: Huh?

Izumi Iori: You... made it for him? I mean, in what situation?

Inumaru Touma: A normal one? Like he came over to my place...

Izumi Iori: Huh!?

Inumaru Touma: I-Is that bad!?

Izumi Mitsuki: That guy, he really imposed on you! I'm sorry for bothering you when you're so busy...

Inumaru Touma: No no no! We just kinda bumped into each other, and since we both had free time, it just happened...

Izumi Iori: Ah...

Inumaru Touma: What?

Izumi Iori: Come to think of it, that guy might have mentioned something like that...

Izumi Mitsuki: Really?

Izumi Iori: Yes. Yesterday he came up to me and went "Guess who I met outta nowhere?" and...

Izumi Iori: It was busy with my morning routine, so I was only half-listening...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Mornings can be really hectic! I get missing out on some things.

Izumi Iori: Thank you for backing me up. I see...So that was about Inumaru-san.

Inumaru Touma: Ah, yeah… I’m… Sorry...

Izumi Mitsuki: No, no need to apologize!

Inumaru Touma: No, you know, I'm from ŹOOḼ, and I'm dark and edgy.

Inumaru Touma: Riku is so fluffy and cute, he’s like an angel, so I thought maybe... it wouldn't be good for us to hang out too much...

Izumi Mitsuki: It's like a friendship between people from a yankee school and a regular school.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Friendships have no boundaries though! I’m acquainted with a kid from a royal family and a composer, and they used to be on bad terms, but now they’re really good friends!

Inumaru Touma: Oh... those guys... I probably know who you’re talking about ... 

Izumi Mitsuki: Um, please don’t call him an acquaintance and say you’re friends, otherwise he might sulk later.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Oh, right! My prince friend and my composer friend used to be on bad terms but now they’re really good friends!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: And also my friends... No, rather than that, the center and the leader of my group used to be friends with...

Izumi Iori: Isn't …he kind of... revealing too much?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Anyway, with friendship, you can cross the borders! It's okay!

Inumaru Touma: Y-yeah... Thank you very much!

Izumi Mitsuki: That's right! Riku really likes Inumaru, I’m sure he was happy to be invited over to your house!

Inumaru Touma: You think so!? Well, then I'm happy too.

Izumi Iori: In that case, I'm happy too...

Inumaru Touma: W-what?

Izumi Mitsuki: Iori... We’re wrapping things up now...

Izumi Iori: No, I don't intend to expand on that or anything, but I think the reason you get along is because you can say such straightforward lines.

Izumi Iori: Normally it's not easy to say such things.

Inumaru Touma: You think so...?

Izumi Iori: Yes. I wouldn't be able to say it.

Inumaru Touma: It’s none of my business, but I think you should try being straightforward. Riku would be happy. He talks about you a lot.

Izumi Iori: About what?

Inumaru Touma: Well, you know, lots of things...

Izumi Iori: I think I get the gist. He says I’m un-cute or cheeky, right?

Inumaru Touma: He says it with love, you know!? You understand that, right!?

Izumi Iori: Don’t worry, I really don't mind. It happens all the time.

Inumaru Touma: W-well, okay then...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Being close enough to fight is a sign of good friendship! You and Riku-kun are totally like that!

Izumi Mitsuki: Yeah yeah! It puts a smile on my face!

Izumi Iori: Thank you very much. But to be honest it's a bit troubling...

Izumi Iori: Just when I finally got the reins back from a certain group's center...

Izumi Iori: I’ll personally have a problem if I have to hand them to another group’s leader…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: What do you mean by reins...?

Izumi Mitsuki: Stop talking about your control thing... It's too deep to delve into in a shuffle unit project...

Izumi Iori: ...Ha. Indeed...

Inumaru Touma: I don't really get it, but never mind!

Izumi Iori: I apologize... I might have been a little upset...

Inumaru Touma: It's fine, it's fine! Oh, right. I remembered something cute Riku mentioned about you!

Izumi Iori: What?

Inumaru Touma: That you're surprisingly a crybaby and a cutie...

Izumi Iori: Cut.

[PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT]

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright! Then, Iori! Last question please!

Izumi Iori: Here I go... I'm very reluctant to say goodbye, but let me ask the final question.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Go ahead!

Inumaru Touma: Thank you very much!

Izumi Iori: So, my final question is...If you were to make a game featuring your group, what kind of game do you think it would be?

Izumi Mitsuki: Huh!?

Inumaru Touma: Featuring us!?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That's an interesting question! Since we're here, why don't you answer too, Iori-kun?

Izumi Iori: What, me?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Not for our units, but in Re:vale’s place.

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh! Sounds like a good idea!

Izumi Iori: Re:vale… I understand.

Izumi Mitsuki: IDOLiSH7 would be great for a flying shooting game!

Inumaru Touma: Oh!

Izumi Mitsuki: We’re all pilots flying a plane each, and when we succeed in a difficult level…

Izumi Mitsuki: Smoke comes out of the planes in the color of each member, creating rainbows in the sky!

Inumaru Touma: Ah! That sounds amazing!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It's very IDOLiSH7-like!

Izumi Iori: That's an amazing idea, nii-san. Let's bring this project to life.

Izumi Mitsuki: Ehehe! What about you guys? What do you have?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I have an answer!

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh, Tsunashi-san!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: As I said before, the members of TRIGGER are good at sports…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: So how about a fitness game!

Izumi Mitsuki: TRIGGER’s fitness game! Sounds like a hit !!

Inumaru Touma: That’s definitely gonna give you motivation!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Doesn't it sound great!?

Izumi Iori: I like how that sounds. You could incorporate dance routines to match music videos.

Izumi Mitsuki: I want Kujo to give me dance lessons.

Inumaru Touma: If it ever comes out that game would sell like hot cakes!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Yay! Thank you!

Inumaru Touma: I feel like ŹOOḼ might not be suited for it, but...

Inumaru Touma: I want us to be in an RPG!

Izumi Mitsuki: That's a great idea! RPGs are the way to go when you wanna play a game!

Inumaru Touma: I want us to be heroes, wizards, thieves, monks, each with their roles, and go to defeat the Demon King.

Izumi Iori: Aren’t you more on the side of the Demon King?

Inumaru Touma: Now that you say it... So, maybe we are the Demon King and his minions defending the final dungeon?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That sounds interesting too! It'd be like a dungeon defense battle!

Izumi Mitsuki: How about you play as both the hero and the Demon King? A white ŹOOḼ and a black ŹOOḼ.

Inumaru Touma: I like that! I’d love to be able to enjoy playing both sides!

Inumaru Touma: What about Re:vale? Have you thought about what kind of game they'd appear in?

Izumi Iori: Hmm...

Izumi Iori: An action game where Momo-san is the protagonist and Yuki-san is his good luck charm.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: He powers up the moment he obtains him!

Izumi Mitsuki: Haha! That sounds great! Momo-san and Yuki-san would love it!

Inumaru Touma: I can imagine Momo-san as the protagonist of an action game.

Izumi Iori: Exactly. But I'm not sure how to make Yuki-san an active role in an action game.

Izumi Mitsuki: Good luck charm is a good idea! Ah, that was fun!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I'll download the game you recommended and try it out.

Izumi Iori: Oh, please do...

Inumaru Touma: I'll give it a try as well. Does Haru play this game too?

Izumi Iori: I don't think he does. Isumi-san is too impatient and quick-tempered to play puzzle games.

Inumaru Touma: Ahaha, or so I’ve been told. Puzzles seem like something Tora would enjoy more.

Izumi Mitsuki: Good for you, Iori. You made some friends.

Izumi Iori: Thank you very much.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’ll invite Gaku and Tenn as well. Is this "Iorin" you, Iori-kun?

Izumi Iori: Ah, wait...that name...

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Oh! Sorry about that!

Izumi Iori: It's okay. I'll change it.

Inumaru Touma: "Iorin" sounds cute.

Izumi Iori: Ugh...

Inumaru Touma: You don't have to sound so annoyed...

Izumi Iori: I just had to think of a random, temporary name and was forced to use it. I don’t refer to myself as Iorin…

Izumi Mitsuki: It's cute, though. I'll register as "Mikki" too.

Izumi Iori: Um, about the name...

Izumi Mitsuki: Right, don’t fret! We'll edit this part later...

Inumaru Touma: Oh, please install this app too. Let's play it together sometime!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Which one? …Ah, the drama one!

Inumaru Touma: Yeah! It's available on smartphone now.

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh, let's play it! Let’s play against each other!

Izumi Iori: I'll protect you, nii-san.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Looks challenging! Let's do our best to learn it!

Inumaru Touma: Yeah! Ah, we got sidetracked.

Izumi Mitsuki: Well then, that’s all we have for today!

Izumi Mitsuki: "8th Anniversary! Four Thanks Project"!

Izumi Mitsuki: Celebrating the formation of our limited time unit, it’s the "Ask this and that!?" edition!

PLAY GAME!! : Please Drink! “PLAY GAME!!”

Audience: Kyaaaa!

Izumi Mitsuki: Hey everyone! Are you excited?

Audience: Kyaaaa!

Izumi Mitsuki: Welcome to PLAY GAME!!’s live performance! I’m Izumi Mitsuki!

Audience: Kyaaaa!

Inumaru Touma: I’m PLAY GAME!!’s Inumaru Touma! Let’s go flying tonight…!!

Audience: Kyaaaa!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’m PLAY GAME!!’s Tsunashi Ryuunosuke! Enjoy the show till the last moment, everyone!

Audience: Kyaaaa!

Izumi Iori: I am PLAY GAME!!’s Izumi Iori. Let’s start the best game ever.

Audience: Kyaaaa!

Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you for participating in the "Four Thanks Project" campaign!

Izumi Iori: Thank you to the 1,000 winners of the lottery!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: With all of you special people here!

Inumaru Touma: Let's hit it hard with the “Miracle Limited-Time 4 Unit Thanks Live”!

Audience: Kyaaaa!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Alright, here we go! We’re gonna perform our unit song that also serves as the commercial song for "PLAY GAME!!"!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: One, two...!

PLAY GAME!!: "Good Good Games"!

[End.]

1- Sugoroku: A Japanese table-top race game (a board game played with dice in which the object is to reach the end of a track)

2- Fukuwarai: A popular Japanese New year's game. Similar to pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, the objective of the game is for a blindfolded player to place cut-outs of eyes, nose, and mouth on an outline of a face. We see IDOLiSH7 play it in the 2024 New years UR.

3- Peperoncino: Spaghetti with Garlic, Olive Oil, and Red Chili Pepper

[takenbypeter]

Hello it’s me again! Peter Maximoff x non-mutant reader. Peter is super excited about something and he’s running around the room like a ball in a pinball machine. The reader is trying to grab him so he can explain what it is. When they finally do catch him, Peter hugs them back EXTREMELY tight, trying to “stay still” (boy is probably vibrating). The rest is whatever you come up with. :)

His Excitement Running Strong

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 729

Authors note: well hello again so lovely to see you again and thank you for the request as always, it is always welcome.

“Peter!” You shouted, poking your head down to peek into his basement before your legs followed. He called you on the phone excitedly, very excitedly, mentioning to come over, because he had big news.

The last time he had “big news” it was nothing more than his favorite game having a new edition. That got him excited but nothing like this. When you called for him down the stairs all you heard was, “you’re here!” Before a gust of wind started traveling around the room.

“Woah,” you exclaimed, breeze immediately passing by you. Peter’s all over the place, practically bouncing off every corner and you can’t even keep up. You try to grab him but of course you’re basically miles off because he’s already moved on by then.

It was at that moment that you wondered if having powers yourself would make this a whole lot easier. Although you didn’t have any powers and couldn’t really catch him, there was still something you could try.

Collecting some nearby shoes and basically whatever you could find, you made a little barrier on the ground. The pla was simple, you were going to make him trip. It was a long shot and no doubt he could just avoid the obstruction but hopefully he’d be too distracted by his big news that he’d just fall right into your trap.

And to your genuine surprise, it worked…maybe a little too well. You watch in shock as he hits the ground harder than you expected.

“Peter!”

Dropping onto your knees you turn him over onto his back, “are you okay?” His expression still remained quite happy as he sprung up into a seated position, but before he could make any movement, you wrapped your arms around him, tight. You figured this way if he goes haywire you’ll just go with him.

“Wow, you’re practically vibrating,” you mutter while he imitates your earlier movement, wrapping you into a tighter hug, “don’t let go. If you let go I might not be able to stop.”

“Okay I won’t let go, but what’s got you so excited?” You ask peering up at him. His grin widens revealing most of his teeth and you smile back still confused due to lack of any more information. But luckily you don’t have it wait much longer to get it.

“Charles said you can come see the mansion.”

Your smile dropped, not quite expecting that. “I can come to the mansion?” You repeated, processing his words.

“Yeah, I asked Charles and he was iffy at first but he came up to me later and told me it was alright.”

Your arms loosen around him but he still holds onto you tight, “isn’t that kind of serious? I mean I’m not a mutant or anything.”

“It’s rare, but few non-mutants have seen the place,” his previous expression falls slightly into a forced one as he picks up the expression of concern written on your face, “aren’t you excited?”

Your eyes met his, noticing that your own mood was causing his to falter, “no I am! I mean this is awesome! I’ll get to see a new part of you, the teacher part,” you added rainsing your eyebrows and leaning into him a little, before leaning back again.

“I just…feel a little nervous that’s all. I’ll be the only one there without powers or anything…cool. Won’t it be…awkward?”

“Maybe.” Peter leans back a little to get a better view of you, while you look up, “but I’ll be right there with you, giving you the whole tour, I’ll never leave your side. It’ll be great, I absolutely promise you.” He gave you another squeeze, “I’m so excited for you to see everything.”

You couldn’t fight off the happiness that was spreading off from him again and honestly you were surprised by how enthusiastic he was about the situation especially considering how nonchalant he always acts about the whole being a part of the x-men thing.

But still, his words did reassure you that everything would be fine, and like you said it was a whole new part of him that you’ve never seen before. “I can't wait Peter.”

Sure it may be awkward and you were still anxious, but it was still exciting having him be able to share this part of his life with you and you couldn’t wait to see it.

[morgana-larkin]

Alright! Here it is, part smut, I meant two, part two, lol. It took longer than expected as I hit a creative block and was working a lot, as I did 26 hours on set in 2 days. Anyway, I would like to thank @esposadejoyhuerta for helping me by giving me angst free, I repeat, angst free, ideas and helped through my block. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m getting through Worth It as I got an idea on how to continue it as I have 3000 words for it right now. So expect it hopefully tomorrow.

Part 1

Calling 911 - Part 2

Warnings: Smut, lots of fluff

Words: 2k

*one week later*

Melissa: do I need to bring anything?

You: just yourself

You…with clothes that are easily removed ;)

Melissa: how subtle

You: I never said I was subtle

Melissa: fair

“Texting y/n again?” Barb says and Melissa looks up at her from her phone.

“Maybe.” Is all Melissa says and Barb rolls her eyes.

“You guys have been messaging each other all week. When are you going out on a date?” Barb asks her and Melissa freezes.

“Well we’re going out tomorrow night.” Melissa says and Barb joins her on the couch.

Melissa’s family never celebrates Christmas on Christmas Day. Everyone always has different parties and events to go too. So instead, they always celebrate it on the 27th and Barb and Gerald joined in this time.

“Oh how fun. Where are you going on a date?” Barb asks her and Melissa blushes.

“I um, I don’t know. She won’t tell me, wants it to be a surprise.” Melissa says, not wanting to get into specifics with Barb about the date.

The next day Melissa is getting ready for the date, she decides to go for a green shirt, leggings and her black heeled boots. She curls her hair and does her makeup and then makes her way to the fire station.

When she gets there, she notices that there’s only one fire truck there and she goes and puts her hand on it, smiles and stares.

“You really do like fire trucks.” You tell her and she turns and looks at you, and her breath catches in her throat. There you are in full firefighter gear, complete with the helmet and you look stunning.

“Wow.” She says and you smile.

“Thought you might like the outfit.” You tell her and walk towards her. “I kicked everyone out for the night, they’re hanging out somewhere with 2 fire trucks.” You tell her and she tilts her head.

“You’re able to do that?”

“Well, being the chief has some advantages.” You say and she widens her eyes.

“Why are you a stripper if you’re a chief?” She asks and you smile.

“I started out as one to pay the bills while starting out as a firefighter. I do like it, I mean, I don’t have to take off all my clothes, just most of them.” You tell her and she strokes your hair. “So, want that tour now?” You ask her and she nods enthusiastically.

You give her a tour of the station and just as you expected, she’s beaming like a child at a candy store the whole time.

When you’re on the second floor, you see the fire pole and you look at Melissa. “Do you want to slide down the pole?” You ask her and she grins and nods.

“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?” She says and practically bounces over to the pole.

“Wait, you might need this, to have the real experience.” You tell her and take off your helmet. You see her smile get wider while you place the helmet on her.

She goes and slides down the pole and she looks back up at you with a big smile when she lands. “You coming down too hon?” She asks you and you nod.

“Yep!” You tell her and slide down the pole. Melissa watches you slide down and she can’t help but feel how lucky she is. She’s attracted to you, and not just because you’re a firefighter.

Once you slide down, you then get an idea. You pull your phone out, and you set it down on a table nearby and hit play on a song. The song fills the room and you start dancing with the pole and you watch as Melissa just stares at you like she did during the private dance.

You had your back on the pole, with your right hand holding it from behind and slid down the pole while looking at her. You see something in her eyes change and she starts walking towards you and puts her hands on your waist.

“Can I help you?” You ask her with a smile.

“You are wearing far too many clothes for my liking.” She tells you and reaches for the zipper of your jacket. She looks at you and you nod. She then slowly unzips and realises you’re not wearing a shirt underneath and smirks. “I see you dressed for the occasion, or should I say, not dressed.” She tells you as she takes the jacket off of you.

She sees you standing there with the pants, suspenders and a fire red bra on and she smiles. “See something you like?” You ask her and she nods. You then lean forward and kiss her for the first time, and definitely not the last time.

You both pull apart and look at each other and then go back to kissing each other. You put your hands on the back of her head and she moves hers to your back. You pull her closer to you and she ends up gasping into the kiss and you slip your tongue in her mouth.

Melissa moves her hands and slips your suspenders off your shoulders and then unzips your pants and they fall to the ground. You step out of them and Melissa pulls apart to look at your body and she smiles. She sees you standing there in matching fire red lingerie.

“The boots really bring the outfit together.” She teases you and you roll your eyes and smile. You then flip each other so she’s against the pole and you take your boots off.

You then push her up against the pole, put your hand on the pole above her head and lean in close to her face. “Now, what am I gonna do with you?” You ask her in a lower voice and she unconsciously rubs her legs together and you smile.

You go to the hem of her shirt and you look at her and she nods. You pull the shirt off of her and see her in a black lace bra and she looks spectacular.

“Wow.” You say breathy. “How did I get so lucky?” You tell her and she puts a hand on your cheek and you look at her eyes.

“I was thinking the same thing.” She tells you and you lean into her touch. You then take her leggings and heeled boots off and you see she wore matching underwear.

“Want to do it in the back of the fire truck?” You ask her and she nods immediately. You take your clothes to offer padding for the floor of the truck and you walk up to it and open it up for her.

She gets in first and you climb in after her and put the clothes down. You kiss her against the wall of the fire truck and hoist her up and she wraps her legs and arms around you. You kiss each other full of passion and desire and the need for each other right then and there. She unclips your bra and throws it somewhere and you do the same to her. She pulls back and looks at you, full of lust filled eyes and swollen lips.

“Hmm, I’m calling 911 about a fire inside of me that needs to be taken care of.” She tells you and you laugh at her joke and then nod.

“Yes miss.” You tell her. You set her gently on the clothes and climb on top of her and kiss her chest. You put a nipple in your mouth and she gasps and grabs your hair at the back of your head. You swirl your tongue around her nipple and suck on it and you pull the most amazing noises out of her. You move to the other and pull more noises out of her that you absolutely love. You know you can spend hours just pleasing her chest but she’s really turned on right now and you know she wants you inside her right now. You take her underwear after getting confirmation from her and you look at her completely bare beneath you and she looks stunning. You smile and then go back to kissing her lips. You place your hand between her legs and rub her clit. She gasp and moans beneath you and you smile into the kiss. You then pull back and kiss and suck her neck. You slip two fingers in her entrance and you pull the most amazing moan from her.

You pump in and out of her while you continue to kiss and suck her neck. “Omg y/n! Yes! Please, don’t stop!” She yells out and you place your thumb on her clit and she bucks her hips. You place your body more on her to stop her from bucking her hips so much and then pump faster inside her. You have her coming in seconds after rubbing her clit and she comes with a gasp. You don’t stop and her second orgasm is fast approaching. “Y/n! Please, it’s too much!” She yells, very breathy.

“It’s ok, just let go, I got you, take your time.” You tell her and then she comes again. You pull out of her and kiss her lips while she comes down from her high.

When she stopped shaking, she moved her hands to your underwear and slipped them off. She then quickly slipped her fingers in you and you gasped into the kiss. She quickly pumped in and out of you and she moved her other hand to your clit and began to rub it. You were gasping and moaning into the kiss until you come with a moan. She pulls out of you and you both take a minute to catch your breath.

“Wow, that was amazing.” You say through heavy breathes.

“Ya, it was.” She says, agreeing with you.

“So, did I tame your fire?” You ask her and wiggle your eyebrows and she giggles.

“You did, but I might need you on speed dial in case it needs to be taken care of again.” She tells you and you smile.

“Well in exchange, I would like to take you out on a date.” You say to her and she nods her head.

“I like the sound of that, I would love to go out on a date with you.” She says and gives you a kiss. You get up off of her and you both get dressed.

“How does in an hour sound? That’s when my shift ends.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Sounds perfect.” She tells you as you both exit the fire truck.

In an hour, your co workers return along with the 2 fire trucks and they introduce themselves to Melissa. Melissa blushes a bit at all the attention she’s getting from all the firefighters and you wrap your arm around her waist to support her and she smiles at you.

On the date, she asks you something that makes you laugh. “Maybe we should make fire burning our song? Considering it was playing when we first met.”

“We didn’t officially meet until the private dance, but I do like that song.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

Later that night, you go to her place and you push her up against a wall as you both kiss each other. You pull back and you’re both breaking heavily. “Somebody better call 9-1-1, shawty fire burning on the dance floor, woah.” You sing and she giggles.

“Hm, I’m calling 911 right now, I have a fire down below.” She jokes with you. You lift her up and she wraps her arms and legs around you. You make the fire truck noises and she laughs. You spin around to go to the bedroom as she giggles. “Woah.” She says as she wasn’t expecting you to turn around. She then kisses you with a smile as you make it to the bedroom.

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[yuurei20]

Is it possible to find almost every single beta/old design for the twst characters?

Hello hello! Thank you for this question!

Maybe not at this time! :>

I think that maybe the only beta/old designs that we have been offered were at the official Twisted Wonderland exhibition! (The video showing them seems to have disappeared from the Disney Games YouTube channel.)

Yana has sometimes mentioned earlier incarnations of the characters (Epel's glasses/personality, Jade's punk style, Kalim's familiar), but the closest thing we might have to early visuals at the moment is in the design note, which includes rejected design details from events!

Edit: forgot to mention, there are also a few sketches in the Magical Archives Game Guide! That is where information about beta-Riddle, beta-Cater, etc, comes from, translated here.

When the Design Note was released Yana tweeted the following:

"A collection of seasonal event design guide materials. There are actually a lot of base drawings and rough drafts that are not included here, but for this first book we are just publishing the designs that made it to the final game and trial-and-error ideas that got very close to inclusion.

It would be fun to publish a junk notebook of all the rejected drafts one day.

Everything included here was almost entirely drawn by myself and two staff members alone, so I flip through and think, 'Wow, we sure drew a lot of pictures", as I soak in the memories. I'm so glad they were able to become a book."

If a "Junk Note" is ever released, maybe it will include these beta designs? 👀 It is exciting to think about!

[beabnormal24]

I just saw that you’re writing Carcar fic, a snippet pls 🙏

I love your stories so much so I’m really excited ❤️

This is the first thing that I read when I wake up, thank you so much anon because this means a lot to me, so I'll do it.

(I edited this post, 'cause I had a bit of trouble publishing it)

Soo, a not-so-little snippet for you!

“Mate, I honestly think you’re just exaggerating. It doesn’t sound like that big of a deal to me, really.” Logan stretches his legs out, knocking his feet right against Oscar’s knee. 

Oscar grumbles in lieu of an answer, lowering his head until he can hide his gaze in the bottom of his pint. 

“Don’t know why you hate the guy so much; he seems alright to me.” 

The thing is, Oscar Piastri does not hate Carlos Sainz.

Hate is too strong of a word for an individual with whom Oscar tends to have zero to no interaction whatsoever, except for forced polite greetings in the elevator and those rare times when Carlos decides that going out with Lando is worth his time. 

Oscar sincerely thinks that only pretentious people claim to be as busy as Carlos does, so much so that he never seems able to find an evening to spend an ounce of time with his best friend. 

So, no, Oscar does not hate him. He just can’t stand him, which is a big difference and Logan should note that. 

Is the prospect of working alongside him on his most important project of his entire career going to deepen that grudge? Probably, surely. 

But Oscar is, in fact, a professional, no matter what Carlos thinks of him, and he knows how to work with people he would rather keep a safe distance from. Nail guy and Germophobic guy should be more than enough proof. 

“You don’t know him.” Oscar protests, sighing in frustration. Lando raises an unimpressed eyebrow next to him, tapping his chin. “Alright, sorry Lando. You do not know him in a working context.” 

“I mean, how different can that be?” Logan says doubtfully. “Lando said you don’t even work in the same department.” 

“Lando is just biased because Carlos got to him before us.” 

Lando snorts, shaking his head with an amused smile. “Wow, thanks Oscar, you make it sound like I can make my own decisions.” 

Oscar shrugs. “You’re welcome.” 

“Has he started complaining about being paired up with Carlos, yet?” Yuki asks just as he settles down two other pints on their booth’s table. 

Alex trails behind him, carefully balancing two portions of fries on each arm before sliding in the empty seat next to Logan. 

“Mate, you have no idea.” Logan groans, placing a sloppy kiss on Alex’s cheek as he steals a fry from his portion. 

Alex rolls his eyes, but still lets him with a fond smile. Oscar sincerely thinks he could puke. 

“I really don’t understand why you despise him so much. He seems alright to me.” Alex says, failing at hiding the curiosity behind his voice. 

“Babe! I said the same exact thing!” 

“And he’s a great golf player, honestly.” 

Oscar sighs, knowing that he’s left with his shoulders against the wall. 

It’s not like his friends would understand, anyway, since they do not have to walk in his shoes. 

Logan and Alex do not count, because they like everyone, and Yuki is one of the most unfazed people Oscar has ever met, Lando is just obsessed with Carlos for reasons Oscar will probably never fully comprehend. 

He’s left alone, on this matter, even when they all go out together and Charles and Carlos tag along, Carlos is the only one who seems to not have any joke or a single word to address to Oscar. 

Lando says that he’s probably the one actually ignoring him. Oscar thinks that Carlos is just plain out rude to him, and only him. 

But that’s a bit childish, so he’ll keep that thought to himself. 

Everyone starts focusing on their own food, and Oscar stupidly hopes that the topic must’ve finally been brought out of his last Saturday night as a free man before three months of utter nightmare. 

And then Yuki quips in and reduces his hopes to shreds. “On his first day, Carlos told Andrea that he thought Oscar was too young for that position, and that he would be inexperienced. Oscar heard him, and he’s totally convinced that Carlos knows that he heard him but he still never apologised and Oscar took that personally because he’s peevish.” 

“I am not peevish!” Oscar groans bumping his forehead against the table. 

“Yeah, Oscar, you are a bit peevish. Just a tiny bit, though.” He feels Lando’s hand coming up to pat him on the back, sympathetic. “Come on mate, I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Yeah, I mean, we say similar stuff about each other all the time at my workplace.” Alex offers, in an awful attempt at cheering him up. 

It doesn’t do any magic at all, because Alex works as a teacher and Oscar has gone to school for enough years to know that teachers are only capable of hating each other for stretching out their hours longer than they should and preferring different students. 

Well, unless they’re shagging like Alex and Logan, but they work in two different schools so that should not apply. 

“It’s not just that.” Oscar tries to defend himself. Because holding a grudge for something that happened three years ago does sound a bit childish, and he’s not. 

The rest of the table looks at him inquisitively, impatiently waiting for an answer, just the sound of the background music filling the silence that Oscar would so much prefer over having to talk about Carlos, of all people. 

The worst topic they could choose for a Saturday night out at the pub, really. 

“He’s just-“ he makes a vague gesture, hoping that they might understand it easily. Of course, everyone just blinks at him. “I mean, who goes around with only shirts that have his initials stitched on it? Who goes around acting like they know everything and they’re the best at it? And he says that Lando is his best mate, but I don’t see him hanging out with him that often, no? That’s just top dickhead behaviour, if you ask me.” 

“Aw, Osc!” Lando exclaims, and in a matter of second, Oscar finds himself with his head caged under Lando’s elbow, the Brit’s hand mussing his hair. “You’re so cute, defending my honour.” 

“You never did that for me.” Logan protests, and then more quietly to Alex. “Babe, he never did that for me.” 

Alex smiles, patting his back lightly. “Do not worry, Lo, I’ll do it for you.” 

“I’m not defending anybody’s honour.” Oscar splutters out, his cheeks growing hot, heart thumping in his chest, wild – a dangerous zone. He slaps Lando’s hands away from his hair, trying to ruffle them to some kind of order, but it’s no use, they’ll never make sense. 

Carlos’ hair is always perfectly styled and composed. What a dickhead, indeed. 

“I’m just stating the obvious.” 

“Still, I can guarantee you that you do not need to worry about that.” Lando assures him, trying to reach back for his head, but Oscar is quicker this time, leaving him to poke Yuki’s cheek with a finger, instead. “He’s got other things to do on Saturday, usually.” 

Oscar takes a sip of his beer to cover his snort. 

He doesn’t trust Lando’s words, he’s probably just too biased by having been Carlos’ friend for such a long time. 

Someone who’s not even married and who earns as much as Carlos does surely should not have that many things to do instead of hanging out with his friends. 

But anyway, it’s none of his business. Rather, he should be glad he can at least escape him on Saturday. 

“Sure.” 

— 

On Monday morning, Oscar clocks into work on time, his jacket is completely dry, his hair kind of makes sense and there’s a spring in his step, and he just feels good overall. 

He has spent most of his Sunday sitting on the couch binge watching the entire final season of Brooklyn 99 and he’s convinced himself that whatever mind games Carlos might want to play with him, Oscar is stronger and smarter, and he won’t let himself get squashed. 

Logan kind of fuelled his confidence, as well, with his usual monologues about the importance of believing in himself and remembering all the sweat and tears he put in to reach the place he’s in now, though Oscar is pretty sure he only comes up with them to exercise for his drama kids. 

But the point is that he knows that it’s his job, that it’s his career, and even if he would probably get the promotion either way, he still wants to earn it. If not for Andrea, then for himself. 

The fact that it’s his biggest project ever, just motivates him more. 

He plops down on his office chair with a smile that must be breaking his face if the way Yuki glances at him curiously from the other side is anything to go by. But he just shrugs it off, playing dumb. 

He’s just in a good mood, is that illegal? 

“It is if you’re called Oscar Piastri.” Yuki tells him, no hair on his tongue. “You always look like-“ he makes a serious face, his lips closed into straight line, one eyebrow raised, sceptical. Oscar does not look like that, he thinks (he hopes). “Like those statues from Christmas Island.” 

“I do not look like that at all.” Oscar glares at him, turning his computer on. “And it’s Easter Island.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

He spends the morning going through Andrea’s instructions over and over again until he can exactly tell the position of every single letter, and then he spends the rest of it making a first draft for a spreadsheet with all the products they will probably need to change a million times. 

Carlos does not write him, nor does he come around to ask for him, either, but Oscar doesn’t question it that much. God knows he has his own side-projects, although minor, to care about but he guesses that spending some time to start brainstorming over this new one it’s not entirely a bad idea. 

He’ll just email the file Excel to Carlos once it’s done, and then maybe they’ll shortly discuss about it, Oscar will even accept some suggestions because, against all odds, he is ready to work as a team. Besides, his creativity is pretty close to a zero percentage, but he has heard that Carlos knows how to do a mean presentation, and that’s how teams work, right? 

Combine your best skills and all that stuff about sharing each other’s strengths. Oscar wouldn’t know about that, really, since he’s always preferred the solitary work, but he doesn’t have that much of a choice right now. 

Yuki asks for poke at lunch, and Oscar is a man of his word, so as soon as the clock strikes half past twelve, they’re already out the door chattering about the latest apex legends’ update. 

The guy behind the cash register smiles at him sweetly when he pays, and Oscar swears he winks at him as he slides the receipt over the counter, and sure enough when he looks at it there is a phone number scribbled on the paper. 

Oscar isn’t exactly interested in dating as of now, but the guy was cute, and it did boost his ego a bit, and it might not be a bad idea to go out with someone that is not his roommate, his roommate’s boyfriend, his coworker and a weird friend from university. Maybe he could even get laid, which doesn’t seem like a bad prospect at all. 

It’s just the combination of all these tiny little things that makes him feel better, more confident, almost ready to let himself believe that he could change his mind about Carlos, like Lando has been trying to make him for years, now. 

Maybe he could actually reconsider him, even if just by stopping viewing him as a pretentious dickhead. 

But Carlos just makes it incredibly difficult, it seems. 

Oscar has just started settling back behind his desk when his attention gets caught by the new email in his inbox, that definitely was not there before. 

To: oscar.piastri@g...  From: carlos.sainz.vasq...  Sub: team project 

Hi Piastri,  attached you will find your part of the project.  Please, do not contact me on my lunch breaks, Friday nights and weekends. I will not respond.  I sincerely hope you do not need any clarification, but if you do, you can write to the email above.  Good work. 

[See more] 

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” He almost slams his laptop shut, feeling the rage bubbling up inside of him. Logan likes to say that he’s an emotionless human being, Yuki just compared him to a freaking statue, and yet Carlos Sainz is enough to make him doubt himself and his capability to have a decent control of his own emotions. 

He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring as he tries to calm himself down. Breath in, and breath out, it’s just the first day of three months. 

Which means that it can go even worse, fuck. 

“What is it?” Yuki asks, curiously peering over his screen to take a glance. 

Oscar had almost completely forgotten about his presence, and he just groans and turns the laptop around, not finding it in himself to explain without cursing one Spanish lineage or two. 

“Mh, okay, yes.” Yuki mumbles, nodding understandingly with his chin propped up on his palm. 

Oscar can see his eyes moving from one side to the other of the list, a list, of things that Oscar should do, that Carlos decided Oscar should do, just to prove himself once more as the biggest prick Oscar might’ve ever met in his life. 

“Well, I don’t see the problem here.” 

“You don’t- what?” Oscar splutters out, blinking once, twice. Yuki’s expression doesn’t change, it stays confused, amused even. “Isn’t it obvious? He gave me a list, Yuki, a list.” 

“Yes and?” Yuki asks, unsure. “I mean, I would kill to have a teammate who tells me what I have to do. Splitting parts is the worst step for a team project, in my opinion. You should be glad.” 

“I should be glad?” Oscar says, he almost feels crazy about it. “Yuki, can’t you see it? He’s doing it in purpose! He probably just decided what parts he didn’t want and gave them to me so I can, like, do his dirty laundry. I am almost 100% sure he’s going to take all the credit after and he just- ugh!” 

Yuki looks at him, unimpressed, standing in front of Oscar’s desk like he’s seconds away from giving him a slap on his head. When they’re like this and the height difference is completely reversed, Oscar remembers that Yuki can be incredibly frightening, too. 

“Oscar, listen to me.” Yuki says, gentle. Well, not really gentle, because Oscar is pretty sure that Yuki lacks that definition, but something akin to gentleness, surely. “I think you’re a bit stressed out right now, I get it, it’s an important project-“ 

“My most important project.” Oscar interrupts him. He feels compelled to remind that detail, which he doesn’t find small at all. 

It will dictate the rest of his career, his future, his curriculum, his self esteem. He might be exaggerating, but he’s used to take things seriously only when he manages to convince himself that they are, in fact, serious. 

But now that he thinks about it, he may just need a change of perspective:  maybe having to work alongside Carlos is just a challenge for himself, one last obstacle to overtake before he can finally make all his years of studying and working his back off worth it. 

He just needs to impose himself and he needs to show himself and to Carlos that he knows what he’s doing, and that it can easily be a 50/50 kind of work. 

Perfectly balanced, yeah. 

“- and I mean, anyway, if you’re not happy with whatever he decides, you can just go and talk to the guy.” 

“You know what, Yuki?” Oscar says, standing up as he shuts his laptop close, feeling thrilled about the prospect of taking reins between his hands, for once. It must feel amazing, to finally have control over something, and it only makes him want that promotion more. “I think I’m going to give him a little speech about respect.” 

“That’s not what I meant, but you do you.” Yuki shrugs before finally going back to his desk, sitting hunched over his screen and probably causing himself twenty different problems to his back. 

It’s a spur of the moment, Oscar is not used to get them often, he prefers to be more levelheaded, in a way, more rational, logical. 

But Carlos has always managed to get under his skin in a way that he never was able to point out, like he could just crawl inside and gnaw at it and smirk that too full grin of his that some would define as charming, Oscar just finds unappealing. 

If he were to admit it, he would probably find the reasons of their mutual grudge behind deeply buried thoughts that Oscar has long since tried to forget about. 

Like that time he had been scratching his own wrist with his nails, too long, too uneven, waiting for Lando to give him an ounce of his attention, just for Carlos to get it all with a bat of his eyelashes and a show of his straight teeth. 

And Oscar has thought that, well, he did not know how to style his hair and he had always had bunny teeth and he did not post shirtless selfies on his socials, and he did not like to hop from one club to another to spend the time on a Saturday night, so hoping that Lando could turn around and look at him and say ‘Oscar’ all British accented and tongue in the little gap was just- ridiculous. 

Rationally, that should not be considered as Carlos’ fault, but Oscar just knows that he knows. He swears he had seen him, winking at Oscar jokingly before taking Lando away by the hand, tilting his head to the side, curious, wicked, and then acting like Oscar wasn’t there, not even trying go engage him into conversations. 

At work, it’s quieter, at least. 

The only reason why Oscar still hasn’t spilled a hot coffee all over the front of his shirt is because Carlos kind of is his superior, after all, and people would surely almost immediately suspect of him if they were to find a distressed Carlos Sainz in sight. 

But they still work in different sections, and they never have to cross paths unless they happen to be in the same elevator at the same time, or by the same coffee machine at the same time. They never make small talks, sometimes Carlos just glances at him and nods his head and makes a half assed comment about his commitments for the week like he’s someone too important to be around Oscar. 

And Oscar wants to strangle him or scoff at him and give him a piece of his mind, but he does not, because he’s rational and levelheaded. 

On top of that, the inexperienced comment and the lack of apology thereof does still sting, though he’ll never admit it. 

The upper floor is a little bit nicer than the one his and Yuki’s office is, with longer corridors and opaque glass doors and plants that are actually alive. 

Well, he and Yuki had tried to keep one between their desks, but the attempt had failed after they had realised they had forgotten watering it for four weeks straight. But at least they had tried. 

Oscar doesn’t really think about what he’s going to say when he pushes the door open, nor does he when he strides into the office, basically uninvited. 

And then when he finally thinks about it, it’s just to remain utterly speechless at the sight of Charles half slumped down on the little couch in the corner, scrolling away on his phone. 

“Hi Oscar.” Charles says, enthusiastic as all the other times he and Oscar have interacted in the past. Oscar likes him, even though he can’t help but feel slightly intimidated by his attractiveness, but Charles has always been nice to him and when he goes out with them at the pub, he’s always asking Oscar about his day and appearing actually interested about it. 

Which doesn’t explain why he would be friends with such a douchebag like Carlos, but it’s not like it’s any of his business. 

“Hi Charles.” Oscar replies, unsurely taking a step forward. It doesn’t change the aspect of the situation, of course, what is supposed to be Carlos’ office chair is still as empty as the first time he laid eyes on it. “Am I in the wrong place?” 

“Were you looking for Carlos?” Charles asks with a strange lilt to his voice, one that is not just from his accent, Oscar can tell. 

“Uh, yes?” 

“Then yes you are in the right place.” Charles concludes. “But at the wrong time, he’s out for his lunch break.” 

Oscar checks his watch, then he checks it another time just to be sure. “But lunch break ended fift- twenty minutes ago.” 

“Yeah, but he has to do other things, so he asked for a later lunch break.” 

A later lunch break. 

What kind of immense prick asks for a different lunch break than all the other employees? Who does Carlos think he is? 

Oscar sincerely thinks he has never met someone as full of himself as Carlos in his life, not even that one guy at his high school that went around claiming to be able to get every single girl in his bed. 

Which Oscar knew for sure was a big load of bullshit because he had watched Lauren Smith reject him at their final year’s party, and Oscar had given him a drunken blowjob in a bathroom on the same night. 

And still, Carlos managed to top that off. 

“Alright.” Oscar says calmly. “Then I guess I can come back later.” He finishes, already turning around to get out of this office as soon as possible and go back to lament on Yuki. 

But Charles doesn’t seem to be of the same opinion, clearing his throat to get his attention back on him. “Uh, we will be in a meeting later.” He says sheepishly, and then adding, “I’m sorry I didn’t know you needed him so soon.” 

It’s not Charles’ fault that Carlos is a douchebag, really, and Oscar is not that immature to act like one. “Do not worry, I will come back tomorrow, then.” One deep breath, in and out. “Thanks Charles, I’ll see you around.” 

“Bye Oscar!” Charles waves at him, back to his enthusiastic self. 

Oscar can’t share even an ounce of that same giddiness, right now, so he just closes the door behind himself and curses the name tag on it, flipping the golden plate off. 

And then once again before getting inside the elevatore. 

It’s cathartic enough. 

__ 

To: carlos.sainz.vasq...  From: oscar.piastri@g...  Re: team project  Sub: adjustments 

Hi Sainz,  I was not able to find you and I would like to discuss the attachment of your last email.  As it is a team project, I think that we should work, in fact, as team, unless you might’ve missed Andrea’s directives, though I am pretty sure you were sitting next to me. I sincerely hope you do not need any clarification on that.  Good rest of the day. 

To: oscar.piastri@g...  From: carlos.sainz.vasq...  Re: adjustments  Sub: appointment 

Hi Piastri,  I guess I can concede you a talk face to face over the matter. You can meet me in my office tomorrow at half past ten.  Do not be late. 

To: carlos.sainz.vasq...  From: oscar.piastri@g...  Re: appointment 

I won’t. 

__ 

[outlanderfandomfollies]

MIK s2e2: MĀORI CULTURE: Sam recalls some poignant moments when he gets a Māori "moko"

After reading a post about a TV Line recap of MIK episode 202, I decided to watch this episode about Māori culture for myself. I was touched by the scenes where Sam and Graham each tell their stories in the process of getting a nonpermanent version of a "moko" (or tā moko), a deeply meaningful form of tattoo in the Māori culture.

Tā moko artist Hohua Mohi explains that someone who wants a moko will "sit down for a good hour" and start talking about some part of their life that is meaningful, like their family, where they came from, etc. As they are talking, the moko artist is drawing, and consequently, every moko is unique and very personal.

The Story Behind Sam's Moko

SAM: Well my dad left, when I was, uh, very young, three years old, so I didn't--I didn't know him at all. HOHUA: Yeah. SAM: I actually didn't know his name.

SAM: And uh, my mum brought me up with my elder brother in the south of Scotland. She's--she's been very, very strong my whole life. And she struggled, I think, to look after two young boys.

SAM: Um, and it probably wasn't until I was… mid-20s that I finally, uh, met my dad. And, actually, very recently, I got to see him just before he died, which was uh, incredible, just to learn about him and his life.

SAM: And, uh, we spent a few days together. I work a lot, and I'm very fortunate. But I always put it first. So I guess, uh, relationships are difficult.

Sam's Moko Explained and Revealed

HOHUA: So, if you look at it, it talks about your--your father. It talks about your dad and then your brother in here. This manaia here represents your mum. And so it's obviously facing upwards. SAM: Yeah. HOHUA: I've been giving you advice. SAM: Ah, so she's been giving me advice, mm.

HOHUA: And if you look at it, rather than just follow a single line, all of these colors, they branch off, they branch off, they branch off. SAM: Yeah, yeah. HOHUA: And it was-- They came from you talking about how you wanted-- ultimately, you know, you don't know whether or not you're gonna settle down there, but you- you want to go and see the world. SAM: Somewhere else, yeah, yeah. HOHUA: So that's what--that's what this will remind you of. You know? SAM: Different branches.

HOHUA: Yeah, but also, no matter which way you branch off, never forget where... [speaking native language] SAM: Wow. HOHUA: Hmm. SAM: My friend. [shakes hand] So beautiful. GRAHAM: That is really-- SAM: Thank you so much. GRAHAM: It's pretty. SAM: Isn't that awesome?

SAM: A strange experience as well. GRAHAM: A unique experience. SAM: Yeah, just also very personal. It felt like going to therapy a little bit. GRAHAM: Yeah. SAM: But, uh, very, very honored. GRAHAM: Yeah. Yeah. Really, thank you so much.

Being a therapist myself, it seemed to me that the process of getting a moko is very much a therapeutic experience. The person getting a moko focuses inwardly and shares important parts of their past that define who they are. The moko artist appears not to be judgmental and listens at a deep level. Then the artist presents the moko, which is a visual symbol of something very unique about the person. And they also give verbal feedback to the person about what they have understood to be the essence of their story.

Sounds like a "therapeutic" encounter to me!

[edited]

___________ NOTE: Images of Sam's moko were enhanced for clarity and to accentuate the colors. Thanks @thetruthwilloutsworld for making the TV Line Recap post. I'd never watched any episode of MIK before. I'm glad I watched this episode. I enjoyed learning about Māori culture, as well as finding out more about Sam's and Graham's personal backgrounds.

[waywardxrhea]

Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 9

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 4,162

a/n: as mentioned in the last chapter, if you are purely here for the fluff and the story you don't have to read this chapter! when i wrote this i had went down the sex pollen rabbit hole and ended up here lmao! and to be clear, these are two legal, of age adults in this story! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION! content warnings below the cut!

content: some fluff! alcohol consumption (enough to be tipsy, not drunk - well, except Jasmine lmao), smut! sex potion (dub-con technically?) kissing, love bites, public sexual acts (obstructed from others’ view by magic), fingering, handjob, overstimulation, begging, oral (male and female receiving), language, unprotected sex, aftercare, mentioned future use of a morning after potion.

a/n: wow that’s a lot of content looking back to edit this😅🤣 i got carried away whoops!

“Would you look at you!” George breathed before letting out a low whistle when you opened the door, ready to go to your university’s awards ceremony. For the occasion you opted to wear your favourite glittery lilac dress that had a sweetheart neckline and ended right above your knee. The skirt of the dress rippled in the light June wind and it was one of the few dresses of this length you felt truly confident in, especially after those months at the gym. 

“You’re looking quite sharp yourself,” you replied with a smile, noting that George opted for a matching lilac tie and pocket square. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, offering out his arm. 

“Yep!” you replied, locking the front door. After you did, you hooked your arm in his so you two could begin the walk to the university campus where the small awards ceremony was being held. “Thank you for agreeing to come,” you told him quietly after a few moments, a fondness in your tone that was unmistakable.

“Your forever plus one, remember?” George asked softly with a smile on his lips. You started referring to him as that a few weeks prior when you first invited him, and every time you did it made George’s heart flutter. 

During the ceremony, which was quite long-winded as the professors droned on about different fundraising events planned in order to put on the best shows possible in the coming year, George ended up entertaining the small table the two of you sat at with quiet jokes and “sleight of hand” magic with some of the Muggle magic trick items from the shop. 

When it was time for awards, George of course cheered the loudest when you got the award for “Most Dedicated Performer.” When you arrived back at the table with the small trophy in hand, George kissed you deeply before congratulating you on the award. 

Later that evening, a mid-sized group of your theatre company went to a nearby pub to celebrate the end of a successful year. The group had faces from all across the university’s specialties of performance, from stage coordinators, to dancers, to those who specialised in plays, then of course the musical theatre students. Once the group all settled down around a few tables they had mashed together, one older student raised her glass and called, “Here’s to another wonderful year performing and to many more to come!”

“Hear, hear!” the group called back, raising their glasses in turn. 

And with that the festivities kicked off! You chatted for a little while with your close friends before you found yourself watching on as George and Matt competed to see who could catch the most peanuts that were being thrown their way in their mouth. As you watched, Jasmine slid up beside you and asked with a bit of a slur to her voice, “Well isn’t your boy toy the life of the party?”

“That’s him,” you replied with a smile, yawning a bit afterward. It had been a very long day and it was already nearing midnight, but the fun at the pub seemed far from over and you didn’t want to be the first one to call it for the night. “Where’s Abbie?” you asked, trying to busy your mind. 

“Believe it or not,” Jasmine said, leaning in close to your ear with a faux serious look on her face, “she’s actually been kissing up on that older boy Thomas all night!” 

“You’re kidding!” you said, your eyes darting around the room, only to find the pair lost in each others’ lips over in a corner of the pub. You laughed quietly before saying, “It’s about time she let loose.”

“Right!!” she exclaimed before stepping, well more so stumbling, off of the tall stool and saying, “I’m going to get another! You need to let loose too girl! The semester is over, it's time to unwind! Get your honey to get you something fruity!”

“Did I hear something about getting something to drink?” came George’s voice as he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek. 

“If you don’t mind,” you told him as you closed your eyes for a moment and relaxed into his embrace. You stifled a yawn before lowering your voice and asking, “Do you happen to have any wideye potion on you? I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m exhausted but I don’t want to be the first to leave…”

George slipped a hand into the inside of his coat and looked before nodding, telling you, “It looks like I’ve got just enough to keep the two of us up long enough to stay for a while. What drink do you want to mix it with?”

“Pina colada please, I don’t particularly like wideye option, I’d rather not taste it,” you replied with a quiet laugh. 

“You got it,” George told you before departing and ordering both of you drinks from the barkeep. 

George returned with your drink in one hand and a shot of dark liquor in the other for himself. He handed you your drink in which you saw the blue potion swirled in, and told you with a chuckle, “The trick for taking these nasty potions is to get them down as fast as possible.”

“I think the flavour of rum and coconut may work out in my favor. This way then at least it’ll last longer,” you replied in a teasing tone before taking a few sips of the drink. Rather than the bitter taste of the potion, all you tasted was the coconut and pineapple flavour along with something a little sweeter that you attributed to the pub’s spin on the drink. “See, tastes great,” you said with a giggle before taking a few more long sips while giving George a wink. 

A few minutes later while you were chatting with an older girl who majored in musical performance as well, you felt your heart rate begin to increase and felt like someone had turned on the heat in the pub. So to combat the heat, you began sipping more on the frozen drink you had in hand, taking it down nearly to its last dregs before you finished up your conversation with the girl. While the advice you had been given to further improve your performance had been solid, some of it had gone in one ear and out the other as you concentrated on cooling your body temperature. 

When you were alone at the table again, George came up behind you and moved your hair out of the way before beginning to gently kiss your neck, asking, “Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?”

“M-maybe a few times,” you replied, letting out a breathy sigh as you relaxed into his arms. You laughed lightly before asking, “What’s gotten into you, love?”

“My bloody amazing fiancée wearing a dress that has been driving me crazy all night…” he whispered. 

As he said this, he splayed his hands out over your barely covered thighs and began massaging them gently. The motion seemed to ease some of the heat in your body, but at that exact moment you could practically feel the transfer of heat from your body to right between your thighs. “F-feels good…” you mumbled as you tilted your head to allow George easier access to your neck as he began gently sucking love bites into the sensitive skin. 

“Need to get you home,” George told you as he took a short break from his assault on your neck. “Need to have you,” he mumbled in your ear, sending a jolt of electricity directly to your core. As you shifted on the barstool in order to ease some of the tension between your thighs, your bottom brushed against George who seemed about as aroused as you were at the moment. At the brief contact, something almost like a growl rumbled out of George’s chest before he grunted out, “Don’t know if I can wait that long though, darling…”

“Then let’s go,” you replied, grabbing his hand as you jumped off the barstool, nearly toppling over in the process. George took the opportunity to grab your body and hold you close in order to hide his now painfully hard erection from the rest of your classmates as you called your goodbyes for the night. 

You two couldn’t even get more than a few blocks closer to the Leaky Cauldron before George was slamming his lips onto yours, his hands exploring your body as he pulled you into a darkened alleyway. “I can’t wait,” George told you.

 When he did, he pulled out his wand and began casting charms on the area, one you didn’t recognize with the incantation cave immicum and one that you remembered as the same one he cast on your door the night he revealed he was a wizard to you. The one that concealed sound within an area. “G-George, dear, what are you-?”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you felt George lift one of your legs and hook it around him, his fingers sliding up your thigh and rubbing over your clothed and sensitive clit. When you relaxed at the touch and opened your legs the slightest bit more, George slid your knickers aside and pushed two fingers into your slick cunt, telling you, “I cast that charm because I know you can’t keep quiet when I have my way with you, darling. And right now,” he began moving his fingers at a rapid pace, “I plan on finishing you off in this alleyway.”

“Oh God, yes,” you whimpered, the leg holding you upright already starting to give way as the pleasure mounted and made your joints feel like jelly. The heat in your body seemed to continue to lower as he worked you up on his fingers, and without even consciously thinking about it, your hand snaked its way down to begin gently rubbing over the strained tent in George’s slacks. “These are in the way… I assume…mmm-! Privacy charm? N-No one can see us? Or hear us?” you asked, your sentences clipped as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, your orgasm building faster than you anticipated, likely due to the setting.

“Correct,” George grunted as he thrust his hips into your hand. 

“Then I’m getting you off too, mister,” you told him as you managed to unbutton and unzip his trousers with one deft hand. 

As you freed his length from its confines, George let out a satisfied sigh as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, muttering, “Bloody hell…” as you began to pump him in your hand after lubricating it with spit. 

The feeling of pleasuring him along with the sounds of George’s quiet grunts and groans pushed you over the edge after a few more strokes of his fingers. The feeling of pleasure took over your whole body, every single nerve feeling as if it was on fire as your orgasm rocked you. Even though he had the charms cast over the area, George greedily captured the sounds you made with his own mouth, savouring the sweet noises as he continued pumping his fingers into your pulsing cunt, itching to make you have another. The whimpers that accompanied your overstimulation were what sent George over the edge, a louder than he intended moan leaving his mouth in response his unexpected release. 

“That…was amazing…” George breathed, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you both caught your breath. 

“Exhilarating,” you panted back, your chest still heaving as you lowered your leg from around his waist. “I think we should get going though before we get caught…”

“Right,” George said as he hiked his trousers up over his semi-hard member. 

You proceeded to get ever closer to the Leaky Cauldron, but as you neared, you began to feel that same heat begin creeping into your body as your heart rate began to rise once more. As you passed through the pub and into the back area where you would traverse into Diagon Alley, you couldn’t help but glance down at George’s nearly fully erect member straining at his trousers, leaning up to kiss him deeply and grazing your fingers over him as you whispered, “George, I-I still need you… Bad. Your fingers weren’t enough… I feel this… heat inside. Won’t leave unless you’re touching me… Please…”

“We’re almost there,” George told you, his hands shaking as he tapped the correct bricks with his wand. 

The short walk to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes felt like an eternity, but once you entered the shop and George confirmed that Fred was out for the night in Hogsmeade talking business with Bilton Blimes, you dropped down to your knees and began undoing his trousers once more. He stuttered out your name in shock at your bold actions. “We’re- we’re still-” George started to say as his breath began to come in sharp. “In the shop,” he finished, a sigh leaving his lips as you began teasing him with your tongue, the heat from his own body transferring to his stiff member. 

“Can’t wait,” you told him, swallowing hard before taking him into your mouth. 

George felt his whole body relax in response to your mouth around him but he couldn’t help but bring his hand to your hair, gently tugging as you worked him up again just right. The pulling of your hair elicited a moan from you that reverberated around George's cock, nearly causing his knees to give way. “So good…” he whispered, his chest heaving as he rapidly approached his second climax. “That pretty mouth… Know what you’re doing… Bloody hell…”

When you smirked around him in response and hollowed out your cheeks with a soft groan leaving your throat was exactly when George lost it. As he spilled into your mouth, a series of curse words left him that you had never heard him utter and they filled you with a sense of pride as you swallowed down everything he gave you before standing back up on unsteady legs. “You like that?” you asked teasingly as you pecked him on the lips. 

“I did, but it’s your turn now,” he told you as he lifted you into his arms after redoing his trousers, carrying you up the staircase that would take you to the flat above. As he passed through the dining area, George felt that burning desire building again and he couldn’t take the heat any longer. Laying you down on the dining table was the only gentle part of the next few moments as George found himself accidentally ripping off your knickers in his haste to taste you. 

Before you could even process what was happening, George’s mouth was on you, attacking your sensitive clit with his lips and tongue. “Ahh, shit!” you whimpered as your hands instinctively went to his hair, tugging gently to encourage his ministrations. 

“Taste so good, darling,” George told you when he took a few moments’ break, plunging two fingers inside which went in without any resistance. “Come on, give me a second one…” George mumbled as he watched your jaw drop in response to the pleasurable feeling before returning to lapping at your throbbing clit, the pleasure insurmountable from both sensations. 

“Oh my God, George! George!” you cried as you reached your high for the second time that night, your grip on his hair tightening as you fell apart. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you came and white filled your vision, causing you to clamp your eyes shut as you moaned and writhed under George's skilled mouth.

“That’s it, easy, easy,” he mumbled against you as he worked you down gently. 

What he didn’t know was that the reverberations of his voice on your most sensitive area only fueled the fire raging inside of you and the heat from before returned with a vengeance. “George, I-I still…” you whispered, a pained groan leaving your throat as you sat up and clawed at your dress, desperate for some relief from the heat. 

With the slightest bit of relief still flooding his mind, George took in your desperate state and began to question what had gotten into the both of you… You had never done anything of this nature in public before, not in the shop, let alone in a London alleyway! “One second…” George told you as he shed his coat from his body. 

“But Georgie, I-” you replied as you began to unbutton his dress shirt. “I need you… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but… Please…”

Right as you said this, George fished something out of a pocket in his coat and at the sight he sighed and closed his eyes, cursing quietly. “Darling, I’m so sorry, this is because of the effects of a new experimental potion… I-I thought I pulled out the correct one earlier, but…” he showed you the vial that had the colours blue and green swirling inside, rather than just the blue that was mixed into the drinks at the pub. 

“W-what kind of potion?”

“It was a new love potion we started working on recently. The intended effects were affection, but… Maybe we were heavy handed with an ingredient and-”

“Affection turned to uncontrolled lust,” you finished, a quiet laugh leaving your lips as you looked down at your hands that had gotten to the last button of George’s shirt. 

A soft smile made its way onto George’s lips that faltered as he told you, “We haven’t brewed an antidote yet…” His thoughts raced through what that could mean and he spoke aloud as he went through them. “Hands didn’t seem to work to stave off the potion’s effects and neither did our mouths… Well… It worked well enough for me because I have a clearer mind than I did before- Wait.”

“What?” you asked, unable to control yourself as you began kissing at George’s exposed skin. 

“My mind became less clouded when I finished inside your body,” he glanced down at his trousers which were starting to become tented once again at your desperate touch and finished with, “but it’s starting to take effect again. And you… your body is still craving me.”

“Are you saying that means-?” you asked, your heart jolting at the implications of the statement. Even though your mind was clouded not only by the potion but the liquor coursing through your veins, you still understood what George was saying and it scared you. You two had never had unprotected sex before - you always bought condoms and kept a box in George’s room as well as yours. Even though he revealed that he was a wizard and knew potions and spells that could prevent pregnancy such as coutus interruptus, you were still cautious. You couldn’t have a baby now, not this early in your stage career. 

George’s voice snapped you back into reality as he kissed your cheek, telling you between sloppy kisses, “Unprotected sex, yes.” He pulled away and placed his hands on both of your arms, squeezing gently as he said, “But if you’re not comfortable with that we can wait for the effects to wear off. I just don’t know how long that’ll take. And I don’t want to see you suffering like you are right now…” As he finished his statement, he brushed a piece of stray hair out of your face and felt the heat radiating from your body. 

“Please,” you whispered as you relaxed into his touch.

“Are you sure?” George asked, tilting your chin up toward him as you opened your eyes to gaze into his soft and sincere ones. 

“Do you have any of that morning after potion?” 

“I can brew some when we’re finished. It doesn’t take long and it’ll work as long as you take it within two days,” he told you. 

“Promise?” you asked tentatively as your hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. 

“Well considering Angelina is at Hogwarts and not pregnant right now after the winter break she had with Fred, I think it’s safe to say it works,” he joked with a hint of seriousness in his tone. 

“Okay…” you agreed with a nod as you leaned up to kiss him once more. 

This time though George controlled the pace, guiding you the rest of the way out of your dress and slowing your desperate hands down as you helped him out of his clothes. “I’m gonna treat you right, don’t worry,” he told you as he kicked his trousers and underwear off and lifted you into his arms to take you to his room. 

Once there, George got the two of you into bed and took a deep breath as he asked again, “Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” you replied, your hips bucking up to meet him. You whimpered when you felt his bare member against your core, but desperation for his touch and his love outweighed the fear bubbling in the back of your mind. 

And so George gently thrust into you, the velvet of his aching cock dragging against your walls causing the both of you to let out satisfied sighs as the heat in your bodies once again dissipated into your most sensitive areas. This time though, instead of wantonly trying to get one another off, it was a slow and passionate act of love and desire as George showed you how much he cared for you through his actions. This, combined with the oversensitivity of already having two orgasms brought you to the edge embarrassingly fast. “George, I-I’m close…” you whimpered as you grabbed at the sheets of the bed, wanting to hold on for longer. 

“That’s fine, let go darling,” George told you, his voice low as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, picking up the pace after shifting his hips to try and hit that one spot inside of you that he knew drove you crazy. 

The noise that ripped from your throat when he began hitting that spongy spot filled the room as you abruptly crashed into your third orgasm of the night. George pulled his head back to watch the pleasure contort your face and he smiled as he said, “That’s it, you feel so good… So bloody good…”

As the aftershocks began to run through you and your cunt continued to pulse around George, he felt his orgasm quickly approaching as his pleasure once again neared its peak. “I-I’m gonna-” he grunted as his hips began to stutter into you. Still oversensitive and aching, you moaned George’s name like a prayer before he crashed his lips onto yours, but not before telling you, “I love you, so, so much…”

“I love you too,” you whispered into his lips. In response to the whispered words, George felt a wave of pleasure wash over him as he began to paint your walls with his release, continuing to thrust into you as he worked through his orgasm. 

Within seconds, you felt the heat and desperation leave your body as you relaxed into the bed. As George pulled out and laid beside you, you rested your head on his chest as you both tried to calm your breathing. You lifted one leg to rest on George’s bare thigh and cringed as you felt his release leaking out of your soaked centre. “Do you feel better?” George asked softly as he caressed your hair, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Much,” you replied, your eyes closing as you relaxed further into his embrace. 

“Here, let me…” he said as he sat up slightly, grabbing his wand off of the bedside table and waving it, summoning a clean washcloth from the nearby bathroom. “Auguamenti,” he mumbled, causing water to wet the rag before he cast another spell that warmed it up. Remaining as gentle as he was during sex, George took the rag and began cleaning you up from the mess he made. “Just relax,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your temple as you cringed at the initial touch, utterly sore from the assault of pleasure you had experienced that night. 

Once you were cleaned up and George summoned a couple of cups to hydrate the both of you, he took a sip of the cool water before mumbling, “I’m sorry I messed up with the potion…”

“Hey, don’t apologise, it was an honest mistake,” you told him. A smirk graced your features as you told him, “I mean it resulted in some great sex…”

George chuckled as he pulled you close once more, saying, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a potion we’re going to be selling any time soon…” 

“Maybe keep the recipe though, just in case,” you told him with a wink and giggle that for once left him speechless. 

a/n: i'm not even sorry, this was fun to write lmao!

ps: i wanted to poke fun at the scientific word for the pullout method being "coitus interruptus" so i made it into a spell rather than using the classic fetus deletus

we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming in the next installment which is super angsty so you'll want to hold on for the rollercoaster of emotions coming up in the next few chapters...

as always, likes and comments are appreciated! xo, brooke <3

taglist: @reidmarieprentiss @superduckmilkshake (one has been taken off of the taglist due to not having any age indicators in the profile)

dividers by @firefly-graphics as always!

[gyunglitter]

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- just you dicking around with txt college!au besties

warnings: not edited, kinda long, mentions of gym bros, bitchless behavior, drunk fighting, mentions of camp rock, cursing, prolly should’ve put that last before the other lmao, partying, suspicious tampering with drinks

tags: txtxreader (platonic), non-idol!au, college!au, txt, lag, tomorrowxtogether, lesserafim, hansohee, drabble fics!, bulletpoint fics!

notes: bro i’ve been sitting on this for a while, but since i got sick, i finally had the time to actually write this—not very drabble fic of me, but i hope yall enjoyed it :) feel free to send in asks/requests abt this au!!

⚤ masterlist

just how did this rag tag group get together?

tbh with yall

the losers club took a while to actually get established

like

we’re talkin the end of the winter semester babes

to be fair tho☝️🤓

each of you were either awkward, antisocial, or autistic

but you all came around eventually

through small and simple means, the hottest friend group came to be!!

yeonjun + taehyun:

met in calc 101 in the winter semester

taehyun needed the class for his major

but yeonjun accidentally stumbled in on the first day and felt too awkward to leave

he tried to play it cool like he totally belonged

but taehyun could tell right when he sat next to him and his gigantic water bottle and protein shake

it only sealed the deal when yeonjun asked to borrow a pencil

“thanks! oh wow…i don’t think i’ve seen a pencil like this”

“it’s a mechanical..?”

“aha, yeaaaaaah…”

they really looked like 🤨 and ✌🏽🤪✌🏽

the both of them simultaneously felt transported back to their high school days

with yeonjun’s jockiness and taehyun’s brutal deadpan

the two intimidated the HELL out of each other😭

they were extremely awkward despite trying to act like they weren’t they totally were

but that hour of calc was pure torture

yeonjun made sure to stay far away from the engineering building after that lmao

it was only when they accidentally ran into each other at the gym that they bonded

after yeonjun almost dropped the bar on himself and his initial spotter got distracted

he swore he was gonna quite literally off himself at that moment

yeonjun was surprised to see the small kid from calc save him from his death with only ONE arm

an arm that was as big as HIS HEAD?!?! :O

after that, the two saw each other very often and became the ultimate Gym Bros🔥💪🏽

which took a lot of emotional work on both ends after their traumatic high school days

but taehyun STANS yeonjun and his diligence to zumba!

while yeonjun admires taehyun’s pull game when they go to the club together!

they became an unlikely platonic match made in heaven :D

soobin + hueningkai:

this friendship was DESPERATE

to be fr

soobin was LONELY :(

he’d be starting his third year of college and had yet to find his forever-friends his therapist promised he’d make once he made it to college!!

it wasn’t until he met his double at the Video and Audio Enthusiasts club meeting

a club created solely to use the conputer and projector room from 5-6pm every thursday to watch jujutsu kaisen without the faculty knowing

soobin had been apart of the club since his sophomore year when it started, but there was only so much socializing he could do with the same three people who come

at least until a very green freshman!kai walked in!!

it was kai’s first semester and first week away from home

and boy was he nervous

his older sister who had just graduated from the same college forced him to sign up for clubs in order to make good friends

she held his precious molang plushie hostage until he came back with proof of signing up for at least one club :(

BUT HE WAS SO OVERWHELMED AT CLUB RUSH??

all these ppl pitching why their club was so great with their bright posters, over enthusiastic campaigners, and loud music blasting from portable speakers???

kai just wanted to go back to his room and down the tub of mint choco he left in his mini fridge

but alas

the things he does for molang !! >.<

he signed up for the audio and visual enthusiasts club solely bc there was only one person manning the table

and she was knocked out

so when he signed up, he skedaddled out of there with the intention of showing up to one meeting before staging a dramatic but undeniable leave of absence

for the rest of the year >:)

little did he know his first day would bring him an adorable, lanky man who would never leave him alone!!

fr tho

soobin saw this 6’0 child who gave off “i WILL bit you” vibes and said

“he’s mine”

and the rest was history tbh

you never really see one without the other with the way they leech on to each other

the two of them honestly are complete angels together

beomgyu + you:

now

YOU TWO

if soobin and kai are angels, yall are the goddamn devils💀

you guys actually met your freshman year

you shared a lot of the same generals, but didn’t interact that much

mainly bc beomgyu was typically either gaming or sleeping in

meanwhile you always showed up to class zooted

unlike your classes that focused on your major, your generals were classes you couldn’t care less about

and your grades sure did show for it😬

your parents and teachers were worried you were gonna flunk out after your first semester and lose your scholarship

it wasn’t until the two of you were thrown together for a group project that things changed

forced proximity trope🥵

but not for the reasons you’re thinking!!

instead of working together, pulling all nighters, and trauma bonding together

you guys were the only ones slacking during all of the group meetings

the both of you succeed in pissing the other members off as yall constantly showed up late, distracted each other with origami cranes/airplanes/SMASH, and once got the group kicked out of the library for trying to secretly smoke a bowl behind the stacks

but you blamed that on beomgyu and his weak lungs

safe to say, you and beomgyu did a great job of alienating yourselves from the other members in your group

(fun fact: soobin was one of them—he HATED yall)

but you two ultimately bonded after skipping one of the meetings when you bumped into each other on campus and decided to go to the arcade down the street instead LMAO

after successfully beating him at the racing games and letting him win the sharpshooter games, the two of you were inseparable!!

especially since yall flunked that class and had to take it again the next semester lmao

you almost lost your scholarship

but for the rest of your classes, beomgyu helped you cram for your exams!

turns out your stoner-gamer-boy-bestie used to be student body vice president in high school??

he helped you pass the rest of your classes your freshman and sophomore years, in exchange you let him collect all your scarabs😭

hueninkai + taehyun:

this friendship is so cute omg

this came during winter semester, after kai established a friendship with soobin and restored some of his self-confidence

and with all his new, interesting classes finally catering to his curious nature

kai had started to branch out of his shell and thrive in the college environment

he still didn’t have any friends besides soobin, but he faced everyday with a bright smile :)

and then there was taehyun

fall semester had not been kind to him, having no time for socializing quite yet :(

poor taehyun at the time was exhausted from his ridiculous workload and would show up to class half dead each morning

BUT IN COMES HYUKA THE ANGEL😭

the two shared a life skills class and were seat mates

kai noticed taehyun’s state each morning

which wasn’t too hard since taehyun was slumped over his desk every morning and only woke up when class started

and sometimes not even then

in response, kai had kindly made a habit of bringing taehyun a coffee each morning and leaving it on his desk :(

not only that, kai was always just a natural energizer!

with his positive attitude and earnest countenance, taehyun couldn’t help but feel ready to take on the day as well !

as thanks, there never failed to be a copy of the answer key to whatever test was coming up on hueningkai’s desk the next day

taehyun really is THAT man🥵

ngl hyuka felt like he had a sugar daddy of sorts at the beginning

but the two have the sweetest friendship after that!!

they’re genuinely so grateful for each other and balance out really well

yeonjun + you + beomgyu:

a friendship that started off contractually

it was the winter semester of your sophomore year and you were in a bit of an artistic drought

the last time your work had taken off was a complete accident

you’d been high off your ass and posted a hodgepodge of the last 10 screenshots in your camera roll, smartly titled “Hell is A Teenage Girl”

it gained so much attention for its authenticity and now you had no idea how to follow THAT up :(

your bestie beomgyu constantly offered to model for you

but you could never take him seriously after he showed up to your house in lingerie so you could “picture him like your french girls”

“that’s not even how it goes, headass”

“it’s called taking ‘creative liberties’, birdbrain—and you’re supposed to be the artist?”

“please…just put some clothes on. i can’t take you seriously when your balls are in my face”

anyways

you were struggling to come up with anything after that stunt

until you saw your muse in him

the him being yeonjun, who came straight from zumba and was currently downing a bowl of ramyeon from the caf

you shared no classes, interests, or mutuals

but one thing you had in common?

you both thought he was hot!!

you had cornered him with the abrupt confession that he had the most "photograph-able" face and you needed to shoot him for a new project of yours

(with compensation, of course)

yall looked like 🫵🙂📷 and ⁉️😗🍜

yeonjun reluctantly agreed since he was broke and needed more ramyeon money

the shoot started off kind of uncomfortable since you two were incredibly awkward

but you eventually warmed up to each other with your terrible jokes that made him die laughing!

you never would've pegged him as a pun-lover, but you were certainly not disappointed :)

as the shoot finished up, you ended up going out for ice cream together

to which beomgyu crashed and ended up fighting with yeonjun about everything under the sun

it all started with yeonjun’s preference for mint choco, that everything started to go up in flames lmao

you were sure yeonjun would want nothing to do with the pair of you after that night

BUT THEN THE PICTURES WENT VIRAL

your work blew up once again and yeonjun got many modelling offers!!

with the newfound clout given to yeonjun, came an unlikely partnership between you two as you brought out the best in each other’s works

and with you, came beomgyu as a package deal

the two eventually ended up bonding as time went on and they discovered they shared many interests

but you were the glue to hold them together for a while since they never failed to get on each other’s nerves

tom and jerry fr🙄

everyone:

after a draining week of school and his zumba class getting cancelled, yeonjun decided he wanted to go to a party

he needed a drink and a good excuse to dance since his feet were happy and his hips were in need of speaking their truth

lucky for him, there was supposed to be a CRAZY RAGER this weekend

yeonjun was told it was thrown by some uppclassmen named jackson wang or something?

🤷‍♀️

BUT IT WAS PERFECT!!

but he couldn't go alone--he'd look like a loser

which he's NOT >:(

so he brought his gym bro, taehyun!

but then the two were faced with the predicament of looking like much worse

homosexuals!! :0

god forbid two men hang out in public

so taehyun brought his other bestie, kai!!

but mans hates large social gatherings and would rather drown in his toilet than watch the musclemen pull the pretty girls he was afraid of

so he brought the also bitchless soobin along to keep himself entertained :D

meanwhile you were also getting dragged to the party by beomgyu, whose band had gigged it, since he needed emotional support!

the event had started off fine!

beomgyu was killing it with his band

soobin and kai were awkwardly curbing girls' stares and suspicious drinks sent their way with queries as to a foursome

yeonjun was in the middle of a mosh pit, getting absolutely wrecked

taehyun was getting danced on by not one, but TWO girls

AT THE SAME TIME

and you were currently crowd surfing despite having no recollection as to how you got there

you were honestly not vibing since you had a slight fear of heights

and an aversion to sweaty men in closed spaces

so when you were eventually put down, you stumbled your way back to the kitchen to get a breather

and maybe a shot while you were at it—god knows you need one to get through the rest of the night

however, your plans halted once you caught sight of your beloved ex-group partner from biochem!!

“woah hey, soobie-boobie?!” you hollered

cue soobin, who was in the middle of a heated rant about the band refusing his request of playing “meant to be” by bebe rexha, freezing with a soulless look in his eyes

it was you

you (+beomgyu, btw) were the reason he had to pull multiple all nighters to complete your part of the project you failed to do the previous year

mans nearly lost the will to live during that project

he’d hated yall with a passion and did NOT fail to snitch after the project was submitted

it was bc of him that you had to retake that class and almost get your scholarship revoked

of course, nobody knew it was him, since he was a sly motherfucker and blamed it on kim chaewon instead

but he planned on taking that secret with him to the grave, since he would rather take a nap on the freeway than deal with confrontation

but he had no reason to, by the way you were calling for him with the dopiest smile on your face

he hoped he could get away with ignoring you since it was so loud

but then you let out a screech that pierced the heavens

“SOOBIE BOOBIE TOOBIE WOOBIE FOOBIEEEEE!!”

hhnggg

he closed his eyes to block out the sight of you now standing on the counter and waving your arms like crazy

if he couldn’t see you, then you didn’t exist

but, unfortunately, soobin wasn’t the only person with eyes and ears

“hey, hyung, i dunno if it’s just me, but i think that girl might know you!”

soobin opened his eyes to see kai waving back at the girl for him

soobin wanted to die when he saw you take that as confirmation to join them

“hey! long time no see!!” you greeted as you took a seat with the pair of them

hyuka easily took to you while soobin tried his best not to look utterly disgusted

“so how do you two know each other?” kai asked

“soobin and i were paired for a group project last year!”

soobin frowned at you, but you were none the wiser as you entertained the curious kai

“oh cool!! what class was that?”

“honestly, i have no clue! i was high half the school year, thank god soobin was there to help me and my other friend for that project!”

soobin scoffed at that, causing both you and kai to look at him questioningly

“was that a cough?”

“did you need a drink?” you innocently offered one of the many drinks the boys had discarded

soobin shook his head vigorously at that, making you shrug

“welp, more for me then!”

AND DOWNED IT

kai and soobin were too slow to stop you, and watched in horror as you finished the drink with a pinched expression

“holy shit, are you okay?!” soobin asked

but you were preoccupied with the upset feeling in your stomach

“ugh, what the hell was that?” you tried to stop yourself from burping, but you could feel yourself getting lightheaded

“ah man, i knew those drinks weren’t safe” kai winced, watching as you nearly fell out of your seat before soobin caught you

soobin groaned at the prospect of having to take care of you, but lifted you up a bit while you babbled and whisked yourself out of his hold

“hey, im fine—i actually feel great! we should go dance!”

and you were off, dragging an innocent kai with you to where the rest of the party was dancing to the band

not wanting to be left alone after you so rudely took his only friend, soobin ran after the pair of you

meanwhile kai, who had been dragged with you, felt like he was gonna have a panic attack in the face of all these people you dragged him toward

he felt like he was getting swallowed up in a sea of drunk, horny young adults

which, technically, he was

you were none the wiser to the boy’s fears as you started dancing

to hueningkai’s absolute horror, you were actually doing the camp rock stomp dance from the second movie

part of him wanted to ask you to drop a tutorial

the better part of him made him want to crawl in a hole and die

for the both of your sakes’, he blamed your behavior on the alcohol and spared you more embarrassment by turning away from you and looking for help

and his saving grace came in the form of his lord and savior, kang taehyun

mans was a lil busy with a few of the drunk and horny young adults himself

but what kai wants, kai gets!!

so when he called for his friend, taehyun came without a complaint

he also miraculously had a glass of water in hand, just in case kai got thirsty

“what’s wrong? do you need to go home?” taehyun worried, shoving the glass into his friend’s hand

kai was grateful for his friend

thank god he wasn’t too drunk to be helpful!!

kai merely shook his head at his friend’s questions, and started to drag him back to you

“there’s a girl who got roofied, and she’s doing the camp rock stomp dance—we have to help her!”

but when kai got to you, he found a mess

that mess being you and soobin squealing around while yeonjun was running away from another guy who looked drunk out of his mind and pissed as hell

how yeonjun and soobin got there? and who this other guy was?? and HOW the three of you managed to piss him off???

kai and taehyun had no clue

but they could tell things did not look good for yall

soobin was currently hiding behind a disoriented you, using your inebriated self as a shield

meanwhile yeonjun was narrowly avoiding haphazard punches thrown at him, practically dancing away from them

“what do i do?! what do i do?!?!” yeonjun screamed

“DRAG HIS ASS!” taehyun yelled, right before socking a random guy in front of him

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” kai screamed, leaping away from the new, unprovoked beatdowns taehyun was causing

“fighting my demons!”

maybe taehyun was a little too drunk to be helpful :/

kai scrambled towards you and soobin, who had backed away from the initial fighting pair

“what the hell happened? i wasn’t even gone for two minutes!!”

“i found y/n right after you left, who had saved yeonjun from the mosh pit—”

“—mans was getting his shit blended in there—”

“we were about to come find you, when y/n grabbed some random guy’s ass—”

“—to be fair, i thought he was kai—”

“and when the guy turned around to fight her, she blamed it on yeonjun!!”

“well, duh! i’m just a lil girl!!”

kai blanched at you, while you pouted up at him

you were all like 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽

you had such a sweet look on your face tbh, that kai and soobin almost cracked

before you turned around barfed into a potted plant

things literally could not get worse

“WORLDSTAR! WORLDSTAAAR!!”

it took the three of you a second to realize where that yelling had been coming from

but you finally found the source when you looked on stage and found beomgyu filming the fights going on

“fuck me, he’s here too?!” soobin whined

and while beomgyu had gotten your guys’ attention, he had also gotten a few others’ as well

“hey, you got your friend filming me? i’m here on scholarship!”

the big guy yelled, grabbing yeonjun to hold him still as he went to punch him again

“oh fuck,” yeonjun muttered

beomgyu fumbled around with his phone and guitar, going to brandish the instrument in one hand like a weapon to help out his friend

but luckily didn’t have to when a pot smashed against the attacker’s head, knocking him out cold

the partygoers watched as the big guy dropped to the floor, right in front of yeonjun

yeonjun looked in disbelief from his side of the fallen body

over to you on the other side, your hand still raised in the air from its defensive attack

“holy shit!” beomgyu gasped

“holy shit!” you gasped back

the party was silent for a second

before everyone erupted in cheers!! :D

and everyone stood up and clapped

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”

people around you were jumping around and back to partying again

meanwhile the rest of the group came back to you

“are you guys okay??” kai asked

“i think i just shit my pants,” yeonjun breathed, clutching onto his chest

he looked as white as a ghost, but he didn’t get any injuries

luckily, the guy was too drunk to properly do any damage to yeonjun

but he was still afraid at the possibility!!

you merely nodded at kai in acknowledgment, before leaning tiredly on the person nearest to you

which happened to be taehyun, as he kept you upright with his non-bloodied hand

and then there was beomgyu, who ran over to yall with his phone in the air

“oh my god, i got the whole thing on video!!”

“did i look cool?”

you asked him tiredly from your position

“kind of, you’ve got a bit of barf on your chin, but i could probably photoshop it out later!”

“let’s gooo!! :D”

the two of you fist bumped, before yeonjun turned to you

“thanks for knocking that guy out, y/n, you saved me”

“but she was the one who got you in that mess—”

“of course, yeonjun! what are friends for?!”

you unknowingly interrupted soobin, causing everyone in the group to clap at your selfless words

"come on, let's all get out of here and get some ramyeon--on me!" yeonjun pulled out his daddy's credit card

causing the rest of the group to cheer

soobin’s eye twitched at yall SO HARD

“are you fucking with me rn?? SHE’S the reason this all happened—?!”

but soobin was drowned out by your guys' cheers as you all headed for the door

"come on soobin, before that guy wakes up and tries to go for round two!"

kai shouted, dragging soobin along and stepping over the guy that was still passed out

"oh, what the hell," soobin gave in, internally praying for the strength to tolerate you and beomgyu for the rest of the night

"woah wait a sec," beomgyu said deliriously, looking at soobin like he just realized he was there

"soobie boobie? when the fuck did you get here?"

soobin, on cue, gave the heaviest eye roll known to man

"i've BEEN here, motherfucker!"

…..

…and the rest was history!!😅

after that, yall just kind of gravitated to each other until suddenly

your snapchat streaks were too high

you’d gone grocery shopping for each other’s favorite snacks

and your moms all knew abt each other and would constantly ask abt you

yall were in too deep and decided to just kind of stick together after that :)

[mrsaltieri-real]

Partner in Crime (Victim!Mickey Altieri X Ghostface!Reader)

Reader is AFAB

Word count: 5.3k

Warning/s: ghostface!reader, “victim!mickey” (kinda not really though), blood, gore, gruesome murder descriptions, changes to canon scream 2 (obviously), violence, language, smut, p in v, blood kink, riding, choking, slight orgasm denial, teasing, biting, reader is bat shit crazy and so is Mickey, lying, deception, partners in crime (duh), etc

God this took me a long ass time but it’s worth it because I LOVE how it came out. Took a LOT of trial and error from my part trying to capture this just right but we finally got there and I can post this. I am so so excited about this fic.

Once again thank you to the gorgeous @bisexual-horror-fan for beta reading and editing this for me and helping me with ideas to make this come out just right. Could NOT have done this without you Bex <3

On that note, LETS FUCKING GO.

“Who could be doing this?” Sidney mused quietly, elbow propped on the rustic wood of the bench she sat on, hand resting on her forehead. “I mean, how could this possibly be happening again?”

Derek sat beside her, hand rubbing small soothing circles into her back, Hallie looked at her sympathetically and Randy was gently biting at the loose skin of his thumb, eyes scanning the crowd. Mickey seemed to be in his own little world, gazing at the hubbub of cameramen and reporters bustling around the college square, his fingers absentmindedly drumming on your thigh. Your eyes were set on Sidney’s anxious face trying to resist the urge to smile at her fear, everything in her body language was communicating the tension and unease inside her.

All of this was way, way too easy. After discovering last year that the survivors of the Woodsbro massacre were attending Windsor, you’d found yourself intensely curious and decided to transfer there from your previous college. You’d easily managed to fit into their friend group within about a month of being there and eagerly put your plan in motion.

It had been easier than you’d anticipated to get most of them, especially Randy and Mickey to tell you just about everything you didn’t know, making sure to spread your questions over the course of a few weeks rather all at once. You didn’t want suspicion to arise due to overly keen and pressing curiosity, so it was just small things only being spoken about if another member of the group brought it up. So, whenever Randy brought up in a pissed off tone anything about Billy Loomis, you’d casually slide in a question, like “Why would he even do something like that?” or “How did it happen?“ and Randy would eagerly start chatting like a parrot, telling you just about everything you needed to know under the guise of your concerned friend act.

It was almost amusing how easy it all was.

“I don’t know, Sid.” Derek sighed, looking with nothing but undiluted fear at his anxious girlfriend. “But they’ll find the sick fuck.”

“Honestly, it might have nothing to do with you.” Mickey spoke up, dragging his eyes away from the bustling crowd. Sidney’s eyes flickered to Mickey and she frowned, brow creased as she questioned him.

“Two kids who attended our college got carved up by someone in a Ghostface costume and you think it doesn’t have anything to do with what happened to Randy and I?”

Mickey shrugged, stopping the drumming on your thigh and leaned forward on the bench. “I don’t know, Sid. But it was opening night for a movie based on real events. Maybe someone was just playing some kind of sick joke and it just went too far?”

“Wow. You’ve had a lot of time to think about alternatives haven’t you, Mickey?” Randy spoke up, eyes narrowing at him. Your gaze moved from Sidney’s anguished face and focused on Randy’s.

“What are you implying, Randy?” You asked in a clipped tone.

“I’m not implying anything.” He muttered and you felt your nails cut into your palm as your hands clenched into tight fists.

“Calm down, Randy.” Hallie rolled her eyes at him with a scoff, “I saw Mickey in the library last night.”

Randy muttered something that sounded like, “Sure whatever”, under his breath and you had to bite the inside of your cheeks so you didn’t rip him apart right then and there.

You couldn’t begin to describe the sudden unbearable rage you felt when Randy had even hinted at Mickey being the killer. From the day you’d met him, you’d felt yourself utterly drawn to and infatuated with everything about him. There was an all too familiar darkness about him, about his aura that caused you to magnetise yourself to him, refusing to break away no matter what. Did anyone else suspect Mickey? Your eyes scanned the faces of your ‘friends’ but the conversation continued between the four of them, slowly merging into something else entirely and you felt nothing but Mickey’s anxious eyes set on your face.

“You alright, baby?” He asked, feeling his large hand covering your tightly clenched one and you quickly blinked, flashing him a small smile.

“Yeah, of course I am. Why?” You asked as innocently as you could muster, praying that you came off as genuine.

He raised his eyebrows a little and pointedly looked down at your other hand gripping the edge of the bench so hard your nails seemed almost permanently embedded in the cracked wood. You moved your hand quickly and shook it out as you sighed. “I’m fine.” You assured him, lightly pressing your palm against his stubbly cheek. “I’ve got a class in a few so I should get going.” You announced to the group and you felt all of them glance at you.

“I’ll walk you.” Mickey said, standing up from the bench and grabbing his bag and video camera.

“No, no it’s fine.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly pushing him back down onto the bench as you were shaking your head. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. Besides, I’m sure the big bad monster isn’t going to attack me while I walk to class in the middle of the day.”

You lightly pecked him on the lips before turning on your heel and walking to class, feeling suspicious brown eyes watching you all the while.

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“So, you gonna tell me what the hell has been going on with you?”

You gasped, jumping as your hand clutched your chest and you glared up at Mickey, who was leaning against the wall outside your lecture hall. “Have you been waiting out here the whole time I was in there?” You asked with a frown.

“No,” Mickey lied and swiftly took your books out of your hands before you could stop him as he began to walk, begrudgingly you begin following after him. “So, are you?”

“Nothing is going on with me.” You insisted, rolling your eyes. “Why would you assume there is?”

“You’re not anywhere near as mysterious as you think, babe.” A smile toyed on his lips as you both walked down the hall, his free hand lightly resting on your hip.

“And you’re not nearly as intuitive as you think you are.” You muttered under your breath. He let out a frustrated groan before tugging you by the loop of your jeans into an empty classroom.

“Seriously, what is with you lately? You seem…” Mickey hesitated a little, teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he spoke again “…Different. You keep brushing me off whenever I ask to hang out and you always seem like you're kind of somewhere else. I’m worried about you.”

“Mick, I’m just really busy.” You sighed, lightly removing his hands from your body. I’ve got a dissertation due in a few days, and-“ you cut yourself off for a second, realisation hitting.

You knew Mickey far too well. As laid back as he was, you knew deep down he worried about you far too much. His analytical and downright clingy behaviour must’ve been down to one thing and one thing only. The murders he had no idea you were committing. You let out some air from your mouth and looked up at him with a sudden fondness.

“Is this because of what happened to those two kids?” You asked, tilting your head at him.

“You’re distracted.” He said simply, shrugging a little. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, that’s all.” You couldn’t help the soft smile that lit up your face as you moved to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up on your toes to affectionately kiss him. You felt him relax a little, relief evident in the way he kissed you back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your skin from over your shirt.

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” You assured, your voice absolutely certain as you pulled back to look him in the eye. “I promise. And nothings going to happen to you either.”

“I’m not worried about me.” He mumbled insistently pressing his forehead to yours.

You sighed a little, moving your hand down to his and intertwining your fingers together. “I mean it, Mick. You have nothing to worry about. I can practically guarantee it.”

Mickey looked you up and down, confusion evident on his face at the way you’d spoken and you quickly changed the subject. “Are you going to the Delta Lambda party tonight?”

“Of course, why? Are you not?”

“No, no I’ll be there. I’m just making sure you’ll be. I might be a little late though I have some more work to do on my dissertation and call my dad. He’s worried given everything going on, you know?” You internally sighed. Now you’d actually have to fucking call him to stay true to your alibi. Great.

“I can wait with you and we can go together.”

You felt your teeth grind together and you wracked your brain for some kind of excuse.

“Mickey.” You said gently, looking at him sympathetically. “Randy’s suspecting you...” -another situation you’ll no doubt have to deal with sooner rather than later. “- so I think you need to stay within his sights for a while. You know how he gets. No doubt he’ll start stalking you so it’s probably best just to stay on top of that.”

Mickey looked unconvinced by your reasoning and something odd crossed his features but disappeared just as quickly as it came. “Alright, babe. I’ll be there the whole time.”

Mickey’s eyes flickered out toward the sound of a laugh and he rolled his eyes, making you turn to see what he was looking at.

“Why are you looking at Cici Cooper like that?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just something she said in my film class.” Mickey said dismissively but you pressed, frowning.

“What did she say?“

“In a nutshell? My ideas on film and cinema are stupid. Apparently I’m biased because I believe there are a lot of sequels that are better than their original.” Mickey shrugged a little.

Your frown deepened.

Mickey had always been heavily passionate about films and extremely defensive about the films he loved. It may have been a tiny insult to any other person but anybody talking about Mickey in a way that was even somewhat negative? With the bloodlust you felt right now?

Well, it’s just a fucking recipe for disaster.

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“Where’s your girlfriend?” Randy slurred a little as he spoke to Mickey, flopping down beside him with a loud huff. Mickey recoiled slightly at the uncomfortable closeness.

“When I left her dorm she was talking to her dad. He seemed really worried so she might take a while getting here.”

“Hm.” Randy hummed, unamused and unconvinced before taking another sip of his drink.

“What, Randy.” Mickey sighed. “Got any more theories? Think she’s the killer now?”

Randy laughed too loudly and shook his head with a dismissive wave of his hand that wasn’t holding his drink. “Her? The killer? Please.” Randy leaned back. “No way she could’ve taken down a guy as big as Phil Stevens.”

Mickey nodded slightly, completely dissociating after Randy confirmed he didn’t suspect her.

But did Mickey?

He thought for a second about your behaviour leading up to the deaths of those two students. You were erratic, excited and ridiculously horny. Your sex drive had been so high for a week prior that even he was beginning to struggle to keep up. It had been kinkier than ever, and you were oddly dominating in a way Mickey wasn’t at all used to. He was used to being the one in control but recently, it was like you were a completely different person. It would be messy and rough. You’d bite him, scratch him and leave marks all over him just as he enjoyed doing to you. The give and take was a lot more fun than he would’ve anticipated. It never crossed his mind that someone as sweet as you could have this much of a sexually repressed edge.

Of course, he didn’t complain. He liked that you were comfortable enough with him to bring it out. This side to you was just as exciting as it was endearing to him. But then after the murders, it didn’t change. It built up more and more. You’d come back to his dorm after “studying”, eyes bright and almost menacing and practically pounced on him. In all honesty, it was probably the best sex the two of you had ever had.

But after that night, it changed drastically in a very different way. You’d stopped touching him, started avoiding him. You became more on edge and agitated yet ten times more focused.

He would never tell anyone about these changes he’d witnessed in you, but he was pretty sure he was the only one who noticed. He paid so much attention to you day to day that even the slightest change couldn’t go past him. And now? What the fuck were you really doing?

Randy was distracted, leaning over the arm of the couch and chatting to some girl. Mickey almost laughed at his lack of game before standing up, deciding to go and check on you. Something didn’t quite add up in his mind and he was going to find out what it was even if it killed him.

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The undiluted pleasure spreading through you spurred you on as you stabbed Cici in the torso, her feeble attempts to fight you off fading every time the blade in your hand came down and plunged the cold steel deep into her.

Tormenting her via the phone call was fun, but this was ten times better. Perhaps she didn’t deserve this, she was only messing around with Mickey in class. It was a debate about films after all. But that didn’t matter to you. The fact she’d insulted someone that was yours made killing this sweet girl all the more fulfilling. Besides, you needed to kill someone whilst Mickey had an ironclad alibi. You didn’t need him on anyone's suspect list.

You watched in glee as the light in her eyes turned into a blank, glossy stare and brought the knife down once more, directly into her throat. She let out a muffled gargle and her mouth went slack. Cici’s fingers and legs twitched a couple of more times before you heard the release of air burst through her lips and just like that, she was dead. You moved from straddling her to stand over her as you wiped the blood off of the blade with your gloved hand.

“Stupid bitch.” You muttered, eyes quickly scanning your surroundings before removing the mask, sighing and cracking your neck.

You’d caught your first two victims, Phil and Maureen completely off guard, so although it had been fun to kill them, they were almost too easy to overpower and that took away from it a little. It made it almost boring in comparison to this. Cici on the other hand? The slight blonde girl had put up quite the fight. She’d kicked and scratched, she’d screamed and tried her best to fight you off of her to no avail. Your bloodlust made her absolutely no match for you.

You finally understood why Billy Loomis and Stu Macher had called their victims to taunt them first. The taste of satisfaction on your tongue was almost overwhelming, the sight of her crying, begging for you to spare her made you feel a way you’d never felt before.

Whilst you were revelling in your victory you heard the snap of a twig and your head snapped in the direction, the Ghostface mask gripped tight between your fingers.

“Mickey?” You gasped his name as he walked toward you, eyes huge and mouth open while he looked from Cici’s badly mutilated corpse and to your shocked face.

“It’s you? You’re the killer?”

To your surprise, he didn’t sound angry, or surprised. He didn’t look disgusted or even the slightest bit afraid. He looked… Almost curious. His intrigued brown eyes finally focused on your face after they dragged up from the girl lying dead on the ground.

“I..” you couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought as you stuttered. The last thing you wanted was to kill him, not Mickey. Not your Mickey. As he stepped closer, your hands instinctively lifted the knife and pointed it at him defensively and his hands rose, palms up. “You’re not going to fucking tell anyone.”

Mickey’s expression turned from intrigued to almost offended. “You think I would?”

You gave him a doubtful look but didn’t drop your guard, eyes monitoring his every move as he asked, “Baby, why?”

You frowned at him, tilting your head. “Why Cici or why am I doing this?” You felt frustrated, a raise of your hands and a shake of your head as you said, “Whatever, I don’t have time for this. Why the fuck did you leave the party, Mickey? I told you to stay there. That was your goddamn alibi so no one would suspect you.”

“I…I came to look for you,” His finger pointed in the direction of your building that was about a five minute walk from the sorority. “-and I heard screams and I was curious. So I walked up here and saw you stabbing the fuck outta Cici.” His shoulders turned up in a slight shrug.

“How the fuck are you acting so normal?” You hissed at him. It was hard not to be suspicious. Mickey was acting as though he caught you cheating on a damn test. This wasn’t normal behaviour for someone who’d just watched his girlfriend brutally gut somebody right in front of him.

He ignored you, asking once again, “Why?”

You sighed, briefly glancing around at your surroundings before your gaze focused back on your intrigued boyfriend. You hesitated a little, unsure what to do with the knife still pointed at him. It felt wrong pointing a weapon at Mickey. You loved him, but how could you let him live now? He was a witness, a loose end, and there’s nothing you hated more than loose ends.

Mickey watched as your face changed into a look of frustration and he lowered his hands, glancing down at the knife before hesitantly taking another step toward you. You didn’t stop him, suddenly needing to feel him closer. When you felt stress like this, you always needed him around. He made you feel better, normal somehow. Well, as normal as you could feel given who you were.

But can you trust him? The small voice in the back of your head muttered to you and you sighed, the agitated desperation evident on your face.

“Does it matter?“ you asked between gritted teeth.

“Baby, I swear I’m not going to tell anyone.” Mickey spoke gently, as though you were a wild animal he was trying to tame.

“How do I know that?” You snapped, glaring up at him.

“Because I wouldn’t do that.” Mickey looked offended at your comment, a small frown taking over his features. “I love you, and I’d never do anything that would put you at risk. Come on baby, you know that!”

“You promise?” You asked cautiously. One thing about Mickey is that he never lied to you. You always knew he had somewhat of an edge due to the movies he watched to his depraved sense of humour. Maybe that’s why you felt so bonded to him. Maybe that’s why you trusted him so entirely with even the darkest parts of yourself you’d never allow anyone else to see. As you felt his hand gently wrap around the knife in yours, you visibly relaxed as he gently pushed your hand down along with the blade, eyes filled with nothing short of admiration as he whispered, “On my life.”

“Okay.” You breathed as you nodded, sweaty hair falling into your eyes. You believed him, but still felt a little tense. Looking at him now, you knew he wouldn’t betray you, he loved you far too much. “I trust you. But Mickey, please go back to the party. I need to make sure you’re not a suspect and it won’t be long before someone stumbles across this.” You gestured down toward the mutilated body about a foot away from the two of you and he nodded thoughtfully.

“I’ll go back. But what do I tell them if they ask where you are?” Mickey frowned again, not liking the thought of them suspecting you. What would he do if you got caught? He’d always needed you but now? He needed you more than ever. He wanted you to tell him everything, how it felt to kill, how you felt when you did it and more importantly why. He’d always had a dark curious side and knowing the woman he loved not only had that too but actively pursued that darkness? No way he could let anything happen to you now. No way you could leave him.

“Try and go back in there without anyone noticing. Call the phone in my dorm and I’ll answer and tell you I fell asleep. That’s the best we can do now if I do become a suspect and they trace my calls.”

Mickey nodded, hands moving to touch the back of your neck with his rough fingers and the other on the small of your back as he pulled you close to him, lips enveloping yours. It was tender and nearly desperate, making you feel weak as he pulled away, a smile on his face as he began hastily walking back in the direction he came.

You watched after him for a few seconds as he slowly disappeared into the black night before pulling off the Ghostface costume, rolling up the mask and knife inside of it, taking one last look at Cici Coopers mangled corpse, smiling in admiration at your work before turning and walking back to your dorm, thinking of all the possibilities that await you now you didn’t have to hide such an enormous part of yourself from the one person you’d never hurt.

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It had been two days since Mickey caught you murdering Cici Cooper, donning the Ghostface costume. Within those two days, he’d been nothing short of bombarding you with questions with the most intense curiosity you’d ever seen. His questions were all about your motive and you told him without hesitation.

“I want to finish what Billy and Stu started-” you’d told him with a small shrug, sitting perched on your countertop as he cleaned the bloody knife you’d used to murder Cici. Watching him do this helps you, he offers to do it for you without prompting and it makes you feel warm, assured in what he said, what he promised, that he wouldn’t tell on you. He is an accomplice now, cleaning your murder weapon, there is a particular domesticity to it that you could really get used to.

“-but I didn’t want to go straight for Sidney and Randy. I knew I needed practice, and how better than to fucking terrify her than to kill people with names of the original victims first and work my way up to them?”

He’d listened intently, utterly fascinated by you and you had to admit, it felt good to be worshipped by someone. Especially Mickey who had zero judgement in him and if anything, desperately wanted to learn more.

You were no longer even slightly uneasy with answering his questions as you’d initially been, willingly responding to each query with heavy detail which he seemed to thrive off, eyes bright and expression keen.

According to Mickey, after he had gone back to the party, it had taken a matter of ten minutes before someone had seen Cici’s dead body and the police had been called. Luckily, nobody had noticed Mickey’s absence, but your small friend group had noticed you were nowhere to be seen. He’d lied smoothly after calling you and quoting what you’d previously told him to say.

The best part of being a woman? Especially one who looked as sweet and innocent as you did? Nobody thought twice about it.

Your original plan to attack Derek and bombard Sidney with hesitation and doubt about her own boyfriend would have to wait for a later date. Mickey’s little discovery had somewhat put a wrench in the works but much to your own surprise, it didn’t bother you. It felt incredible to have someone you could share the darkest parts of yourself with without an ounce of judgement.

And the sex? It had been non-stop since the moment Mickey had walked into your dorm room after he’d been interrogated. It had been intense in ways you’d never imagined. With him knowing everything, you didn’t have to hold back anymore and neither did he. He wanted to fuck you whilst you still had Cici’s blood on your hands and arms, something that did not only catch you by surprise, but instantly turned you on. How could you say no to that? The image of him, smudges of tacky and quickly oxidising scarlet painting his torso, along with hickey’s you left on his neck, shoulders and collarbone, hair a wreck post sex was burned into your brain.

You were straddling Mickey now, both of you stripped completely bare as you had been from the night he found out you were Ghostface, fingers woven through his dark hair as you angled and ground your hips down against him, small sighs falling from your lips as you felt him gliding in and out of your drenched pussy. His head was resting back against the headboard, dark lustful eyes watching your face as you leaned forward and moved your lips against his, his fingers gripping the soft flesh of your hips so hard they were bound to bruise.

“What’s it like?” He asks it softly and you pull back looking down at him, the smile spreads on your face and you ask, “What’s what like?”

Another fall of your hips, enveloping him totally once again, the roll of your body and the rhythm serving you both well, he asks, “What’s, ugh, what’s killing like?”

The laugh breaks out as you slow your pace, “That is what you are thinking about right now?”

You slam yourself down harder and he gasps out, “Yes,” The look in his eyes is practically pleading, “Please, tell me?”

Well how could you deny him?

“You want me to tell you what it feels like to slide cold steel into a warm body?” you whispered to him, one hand sliding from his hair to his throat, finger pressing gently against his racing pulse. “How it feels to see the terror on their face when they realise they’re going to die? Watch the life drain from their eyes?” A small whining sound escaped Mickey’s lips as you moved again, trying to fight the urge to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress as you spoke.

“Yes.” He murmured desperately.

“It’s like sex,” you said gently with another roll of your hips making him groan again as he felt your clit rub against him and your pussy clench around him. The slow, teasing pace you were giving him was driving him crazy, he needed either you to ride him with wreckless abandon, or be able to fuck up into you so hard you’d struggle to take it.

“-there’s something intimate about it. Nothing can compare to the feeling of having someone’s life in your hands and being the one with the power to take it away.” Your hands moved to his throat as you spoke, applying enough pressure so it wouldn’t really hurt him but it would definitely have an impact. He let out nothing short of a growl as you did, fucking up into you even harder.

His rough hands moved from your hips to your ass, kneading the soft flesh and his breath hitched as you began to move faster, eyes watching as your tits bounced in front of his face, thrusting his hips upward to match your pace. He moved one of his hands to slide down your torso, finding your swollen clit and began to move his fingers in small, deliberate circles around your swollen bud, applying the perfect amount of pleasure that he knew teased you in just the right way. You let out a small groan as he did, feeling the pressure begin to build in your stomach for what felt like the hundredth time in the last two days.

“Not yet.” He grunted, fingers slowing to an agonising pace. Even with you straddling him with your hand wrapped around his throat you listened, letting out a small gasp as he gripped your waist, flipping you over so you were on your back with him hoisting your legs around his waist as he started to thrust into you, eyes dark and almost menacing. He liked to be in control and although he knew your secret, it didn’t mean that was going to change.

“I want- fuck- I want to be there next time.” His tone was uneven as he fucked you, pinning your hands above your head with one hand, you groaned into your arm, relishing in the feeling of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you and the slight stubble of his trimmed pubes grinding against your clit. The pressure was almost unbearable as you tried to fight the instinct to let the pleasure completely envelop you. “And I want to help you.”

This made you snap back into reality for a moment and you leaned your head back, looking at him in shock. “You- you what?”

He didn’t stop but slowed down, releasing your hands and cupping your cheek. “I want to help you,” he repeated, a smile on his beautiful face. “I don’t want you to do this alone. Besides, Billy and Stu did it together. Why don’t we?”

You couldn’t help but let an almost sadistic grin take over your face. Maybe that could work? It would surely help you, and he was right. Billy and Stu worked together and Mickey was definitely twisted enough to be able to pull this off with you. You’d already killed three people solo and just imagining Mickey being there and helping you…

“I need to injure Derek and kill Randy next.” You breathed, smirking a little as you looked up at your boyfriend, legs still wrapped around his waist. You felt him twitch inside of you, anticipation evident on his face as he moved his hand down between the two of you. “I’ll start you off easy with Derek,” you said, voice cracking a little as you began to circle your clit once again. “Don’t kill him, but make it fucking hurt.”

You could hear the smile in Mickey’s voice as he began to roll his hips again, fingers moving expertly across your clit, a small moan falling from between his lips as he felt your teeth sink into the skin of his shoulder hard enough for you to taste his blood.

“I will, but I want to help you kill Meeks too, I wanna see him gutted.”

God, you loved him.

[pommpuriinn]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. HYBE GAME CATERER 2

˖♡ - ̗̀synopsis⇢ ৎ୭ the games continue and Joohyung’s social battery continues to run low. 

˖♡ - ̗̀author’s note⇢ ৎ୭ I feel like after a year we’re finally here where I actually write the rest of the hybe game caterers series.

outfit

EP. 2-1

⇢ the heat was getting to Joohyung and she was getting sleepy with waking up early and coming here doing lots of activities, her eyes were slowly closing and opening

⇢ *Joohyung-ah don’t fall asleep!* the editors edited as they showed Joohyung struggling to keep her eyes open

⇢ Joohyung cheered for Yeonjun as he ran, “let’s go jjunie!”

⇢ “I love Kai showing off~” Joohyung wasn’t shocked at how Kai can do anything and everything and she has pride for her Kai, and loves people praising her baby

EP. 2-2

⇢ it was finally lunch time and the mc announced to to everyone, but of course it isn’t as simple as that it was another game; answer the question correctly in five seconds get food, not answering the questions by five second or get it wrong go back in line all the way in the back

⇢ hearing that everyone ran in line, poor Joohyung was in the middle of a quick nap and Soobin quickly got her arm and got up startling Joohyung but still followed Soobin in confusion

⇢ Joohyung gasped, “Taehyunie no~” it was Taehyun’s turned to answer the question but the one he picked was an automatic dud

⇢ after Soobin got his question right he turned around to Joohyung and gave her a quick ‘fighting’ gesture before choosing his lunch

⇢ luckily Joohyung got a simple math question ‘5x100’ “easy 500.” Joohyung answered. “Correct!” The mc smiled. Joohyung quickly got her meal and ran to Soobin, “I got an easy one.” Joohyung was happy to finally eat something more filling.

⇢ “hyung! Noona! I did it!” Beomgyu yelled, as he ran to them with his food. Soobin and Joohyung clapped for him, “good job beomie~” Joohyung patted his head affectionately

⇢ Taehyun ended up giving up and came running back to their table. “Come, have some.” Joohyung moved her bowl closer to Taehyun. “Thank you noona~” Taehyun gladly started eating Joohyung’s food. Joohyung grabbed a napkin and started dabbing Taehyun’s forehead taking off the sweat caused from the heat

⇢ *what a great member she is* was edited into the video during the interaction

EP. 2-3

⇢ it’s time for dessert and of course you can only get dessert if you win the game. Joohyung was going crazy if the amount of games they had to play during the summer weather

⇢ it was a game where you can to say the correct name of the person being shown to you, which Joohyung worried because she seen many celebrities but never got the name

⇢ they started with Kai which was a mistake because he got it wrong after the members were hyping him up. “It was a practice round!” All member were defending Kai also because they didn’t want to loose the desserts. Joohyung just looked at them laughing, “wow to do really messed us up.”

⇢ in the end the staff let them slide with the “practice round” and actually started the game, but it didn’t go as plan because Beomgyu cause them to loose the cake

⇢ “let’s take Beomgyu out instead.” Joohyung said, as Beomgyu kept on taking too long to answer everyone laughed at Joohyung respond. The members ended up changing Beomgyu’s position and the direction of answering starting with Kai again and ending with Soobin, causing Beomgyu to only answer once

⇢ unfortunately they lost the last thing they had which was the ice cream because Kai messed up on the name making them loose all the desserts. “Thank you~” they admitted defeat immediately

⇢ fromis_9 ended up winning and giving up their cake to give it to txt because they saw that they lost. “Really?” Joohyung widened her eyes. “Unnie looks so much like cat with her eyes.” They cooed while looking at Joohyung shocked face.

EP. 3-1

⇢ random dance was the final game of the day. Everyone went back in the middle and got themselves ready, as they were doing so Joohyung chunked at the sight because it was all girls left and all boys on the right leaving Joohyung as an stands out more being the only girl on the right

⇢ Joohyung stayed close to Soobin while dancing and only really giving 80%

⇢ dancing behind Yeonjun always made Joohyung laugh because how hard he would go

⇢ when ‘Fearless’ came on the members pushed Joohyung to the front next to Sakura and hyped her up from behind. “Let’s go Jooie!” The members yelled.

⇢ Joohyung surprised herself in some dances it was like a core memory unlock because her body would move before she could think about it, and it’s thanks to Soobin who would show her the dances on his phone

EP. 3-2

⇢ Joohyung gasped at the sound of ‘Into The New World’ and immediately started dancing while lip syncing the lyrics, unfortunately they did lose Yeonjun and Taehyun

⇢ in the guys’ section they were all cheering Soobin and Joohyung on and the girls’ section was also cheering for their members and including Joohyung. “Joohyung-ah is so pretty!” The girls cheered.

⇢ the second Joohyung heard ‘Loco’ from Itzy she gave 100% making the whole crowd cheer. “That’s our noona!” Beomgyu got up on his knees cheering. “She’s too good~” Kai loves watching Joohyung perform

⇢ surprisingly to Joohyung’s ears she took first place with Seoyeon earning them a snack truck each. Seoyeon took Joohyung’s hand and both walked sassily to receive their prize which they could use for their next comeback

⇢ everyone thanked the staff for providing everything including having a fun time with the whole hybe family

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

I found a transcript of the Jan 98 Q interview but it won’t let me post a link

https:// groups.google .com/g/rec.music.beatles/c/7clhNbsz3jE/m/stFmXJnzJSMJ

Maybe see if you can view it by removing the space between google and .com. If not I can screenshot and send you pictures

Oh wow, amazing!! thank you so much! this is an old usenet post from December 1997 and the user named Alison Fiddler kindly typed it up 27 years ago :)

I'll post the full transcript (and a bit reformated for legibility) below the cut for everyone.

Paul McCartney Interview for Q Magazine, January 1998 edition

Q. When you first wrote a song with John Lennon, did you realise you would play one of the biggest parts in rock 'n' roll?

(Michael McConnell, Crawley, West Sussex)

Q. If John Lennon could come back for a day, how would you spend it with him?

A. Obviously not. But even with all the so-called "historical" events that followed, you're just too inside it all, too busy doing it to realise anything's "historical". You just get on with it. I'm not a great ponderer. Some people would say that's a mistake but it's just the way I am. It's quite cool not to always get the overall picture because it leaves something to be found out. The musicologists get paid to discover the differences between me and John. I'm only just beginning to see it now, based probably on their analysis. So John is often one note, I'm often more melodic. (McCartney is thinking especially of Ian McDonald's book Revolution in the Head, where he describes the ace partnership in contrasts: Lennon's method is "harmonic, dissonant", McCartney's that of the "natural melodist".) It might sound amazing but we never spotted that when we were writing. We just did our thing. But it is kind of apparent when you bother to analyse it.

(Mark Wilson, Deeside, Flintshire)

A. In bed.

Q. Were you ever envious that Brian Epstein didn't fancy you?

(Nick Gibson, London)

Q. What were the last records you bought?

A. No, I didn't mind. We just used to go to these clubs at night and wonder why there were so many men. It was OK. Brian was very cool about his side to things. I think the nearest any of us got to it was the John-going-to-Spain thing (it inspired the movie, The Hours And The Times) and I'm not sure what the strength of all that was. I think it was power play on John's part. But Brian kept his private life aside. He kept it out of our faces (pause, possibly for effect). He kept it out of mine, anyway.

(Chris Timms, Harrogate)

A. The Prodigy's The Fat Of The Land, Radiohead's OK Computer and Chopin's Nocturnes.

Q. How do you feel about all the animosity between you and Oasis right now?

(Christina Vellano, Syracuse, New York, USA)

A. There is none as far as I'm concerned. What happened was I'd said, Good group, good singer, good songwriters. But people asked me about it so much that one time I decided to take it further and say that they don't mean anything to me. I am not related to Oasis. I wish them good luck and everything. But my kids mean something to me, John Lennon means something to me, but Oasis ....

Q. Who would you pick to play with in your dream six-piece band?

(Alan Thatcher, Essex)

A. Dream? So we're into fantasy, aren't we? Ringo, John, George, that's three. Me. Jimi Hendrix. That makes lots of guitarists, so Little Richard on keyboards.

Q. With Wings, did you feel pressurised to live up to The Beatles?

(Andrew Williams, Neath)

A. Yes, it was a case of "follow that!". Impossible to do. Looking back on it, it's a lot better than I thought, though some of it is just not PLAYED as well as The Beatles. My son (James, co-worker on McCartney's last pop album, Flaming Pie) plays a lot of Wings, so I'm re-listening, and there's good shit that I'd forgotten about. A lot of the lyrics were off the wall, drug stimulated. Things like "Soily - the cat in the satin trousers says its oily". What was I on? I think the answer is stimulants.

Q. Do you still support the legislation of cannabis?

(Grahame Woods, Northwood, Middlesex)

A. I would make a distinction between legalising and decriminalising. I'm in favour of the latter. The problem is that jails are stuffed full of kids doing what a lot of people do. Why stuff the jails with young kids? Plus it's one of the best places to score. I remember when I got busted in Japan, nobody made the slightest effort to rehabilitate me (laughs). Just stuck me in a box for nine days. Obviously you come out and you are fairly resentful.

Q. Do you roll a wicked joint?

(Steve Kline, Bury)

A. I have nothing to say in answer to that question, m'lud. I wasn't even at the venue.

Q. The critics have been harsh on your solo work. Did this ever

discourageyou?

(Robert Hemauer, Madison, Wisconsin, USA)

A. Yeah, sure, but you don't let it kill you. It's a difficult one, because it's never cool for someone to tell you you're shit. Many people through history were damned by the critics of their own time - Cezanne, Van Gogh, Stravinsky, all great painters! Ha ha!

Q. We'd like to see your paintings but can't get to the exhibition in

Germany (McCartney unveils his work for the first time in Siegen, Germany, next year). Any thoughts about putting your paintings on "tour", or publishing a book of them?

(Kathy Goodman, San Diego, CA, USA)

Q. You've done so many things - classical, films, music, art, drugs - is there anything left you might have a go at?

A. A difficult one. If you're a so-called celebrity - like Bowie, Anthony Quinn, Tony Curtis - and you exhibit any art, inevitably, people are not going to think of you as a real painter. Gallery owners come up to me and offer to give me exhibitions. I say, You haven't seen my pictures, and they say, It doesn't matter. Well, it does to me. Otherwise, it's just trading on the name. However, this guy from Germany came over, looked at all my paintings, seems to like them. He's telling me what they're all about.

(Tim Bowler, Swansea)

A. The thing is how reluctant I've often been to have a go. I think we were brought up pretty repressed. Brought up to be seen and not heard, to stay in your place, particularly a working class thing. And I think - I hope - with The Beatles, we got rid of a lot of that. With the painting, for instance, it was Willem de Kooning who liberated me. I used to go to his studio, took in one of my paintings, said, Hey Bill, I hope you don't mind but can you tell me what it is? (Affects American drawl) "Oh, looks "like a couch." Well it looked like a purple mountain to me. And he says, "Well, whatever." Here's one of the greats, his works go for one million, and it was great to see how little bullshit he was bringing to it all. It's really important to explode these myths that surround the arts, music, painting. It's Wizard of Oz time - so many myths, and it's often just a little man behind the screen. The paraphernalia that surrounds them gets in the way. Often you meet leaders in their field and they have none of that. I remember asking a great painter - Peter Blake, maybe - for some advice once, and he said "Just paint a lot". Similar to my approach to music.

Q. How do you know when a song's finished?

(Joyce Slavik, Palatine, Illinois)

A. It's full up. You've answered all of your questions. Normally, I start following a thread: "Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice ... " The thread might come out of nowhere, and I follow it and complete it, like crossword puzzle. When the crossword is full up, the song is finished.

Q. What's more embarrassing: writing Hi Hi Hi or Say Say Say?

(Tien Vu, Costa Mesa, California)

A. (Weighs up pros and cons). Say Say Say.

Q. Why did you give such extensive interviews for an authorised biography (Paul McCartney: Many Years From Now) instead of writing an autobiography?

(Deena Hochberg, Southampton, Pennsylvania)

Q. I'd like to know if Sir Paul sings in the shower, and if so, what does he sing?

A. I don't think I'm a writer. I've never been moved to do it. You have to have a pretty big fire in the belly to do something as big as that. I fancy music more. I'm happier writing in songs rather than in prose, or poetry. Though I wrote something that was never published about the time I got busted in Japan - for my kids. Because I knew one day they'd say, "Hey dad, what was it like, nine days in a Tokyo jail?". So I had a mate of mind, who did all our printing, knock up a few copies, one for each of the kids.

(Jennifer Nash, Bursville, Minnesota)

Q. As a kid you used to play pranks at school by throwing balloons filled with something "worse than water". If you had one of those balloons right now who would you like to hit with it?

A. It's normally the bath. I prefer a good bath. And the answer's Firestarter - "I'm a firestarter, de-de-de-de-dera."

(Brett Yuskiewicz, Leipzig, Germany)

A. Jonathan King. He's a prat from way back.

Q. Which football team did/does each Beatle support?

(WC Chan, Maryland, USA)

A. None of us were big footie types. We weren't very sporty, unlike other groups who were always having knock-arounds. My dad was an Everton fan, which I was most of my life. But then Liverpool started playing well, and Everton didn't, so I took the unprecedented move of supporting them both. It's not allowed, I know, but there you go.

Q. For years, you've claimed it's you in the Walrus costume in the Magical Mystery Tour film. But watching the footage shows that for it to be you, you and John would have had to exchange all your clothes. Are you winding us up, or have you not watched the film in 30 years?

(Dorothy Northcutt, Tucker, Georgia)

Q. What is the quality of each of the other Beatles that you like(d) the best about?

A. The big one. Very good question. I tell you what it was. In the stills we had taken, I was the one with the Walrus head on – in the film it's different. So John then immortalised it in Glass Onion, "I've got news for you all, the walrus was Paul". Obviously at the time you don't care, it's just a Walrus head. You don't realise years later people like our friend from Georgia will analyse it.

(S. Breggles, Richmond)

A. All of them – musical talent. All of them – honesty. Ringo – funny, and kind-hearted. George – straightforward and open. John – witty with a soft centre, or maybe hard with a soft centre.

Q. Do the copulating beetles on the sleeve of Ram (1970) stand for F**k The Beatles?

(Luc Van de Wiele, Wemmel, Belgium)

A. It happened to be a picture Linda had taken. We couldn't resist it just because of the way it looked. She'd caught these two beetles f**king, and then the significance hit us. We saw that pun, yeah, thought why not?

Q. Was there ever a third Lennon song for Anthology 3?

(Jake Lennington, Rush City, MN, USA)

A. There was, but George didn't like it. The Beatles being a democracy, we didn't do it.

Q. I have a Beatles t-shirt which I bought from The Grapes (celebrated Liverpool pub). I was told the band are pictured in their favourite seats - adjacent to the Ladies where you would often catch a glimpse of the girls changing for an evening at The Cavern. True?

(Alan Tomkins, Goring, West Sussex)

A. I hope so. It SOUNDS true. Had there been an opportunity to spot the girls changing, I'm sure we would have sat there.

Q. If you hadn't been a musician, what do you think you would have been?

(Tony Carter, Manchester)

A. The only thing I could have probably qualified for was teaching. So I might have been an English teacher.

Q. Does it do your head in - stuff like the handwritten lyrics to Getting Better selling for $249,000 at Sothebys?

(Peggy Robinson, Trinant, Gwent)

A. It's the price of fame - literally. You scribble them on the back of an envelope, and it gets to be famous. People want it, so it becomes a desirable object. Like Mozart's bog paper, which is another highly desirable object, apparently. More valuable obviously if it's been used.

Q. What is the inscription on the ID bracelet you wear?

(Rachel Hyland, West Harford, Connecticut)

A. It says Paul - for when I forget who I am.

Q. How does it feel to have a star named after you (the christening courtesy of American astronomy fans)?

(John Sales, Barry, Glamorgan)

A. Really cool. The good thing is that as you get on, your fans get on too. And some of them are pretty swotty. Like the people who started Apple, they were just Beatles fans, hence the name. You don't sit around looking at the sky, trying to find it, but it's like getting a very nice birthday present. I'm not religious, I don't believe in any one system - I sort fo think the universe is basically benevolent and we f**k it up - but I am spiritual. I saw Stephen Hawking on TV the other night, and he was saying that we are made of the same stuff as the stars. Which is great. We are all stardust, luv.

Q. What do you want written on your gravestone?

(Tom Mangold, Exeter)

A. Here lies Gracie Fields. Anything to keep people away.

[staybabblingbaby]

SKZ x Coordi (Hyunjin Part) a1 d4

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader is a successful makeup artist with a notorious and prolific career and no self awareness. Reader joins JYP as a part of Stray Kids' team and encounters their hazing ritual for new coordis: flirting.

Word Count: 854

Notes: Oh no, our timeline! It's broken! jk, jk, This part just takes place toward the end of the order, not the middle. I'm pretty fond of this, but I may switch it to a different member? Idk, smthn feels off. As always, needs editing for clarity, but I'm actually pretty ok with the level of detail here.

Warnings: None that I know of? Reader has weird self esteem but it's not bad? Reader referred to with She/Her pronouns

Masterlist link :D | Prev Part Link <3 | Next Part [not written :c]

You’d like to think you’re still on guard and prepared when, a full week later, Hyunjin takes his turn to try and fluster you.

He comes up behind you during a shoot while you’re intently monitoring the progress of I.N’s (who’s coordi you’re shadowing today) lip tint slowly fading away. You’ll have to snatch him between takes and crack open the new tint you’d gotten the other day. It’s almost the exact same shade, and the brand has a lot more staying power than the one he has on now.

You’re used to it when he drops his head onto your shoulder in the middle of your disgruntled pouting. Somewhen during the middle of your first week Hyunjin had discovered that you didn’t mind being an arm rest. He’d since tested your boundaries and you didn’t really seem to mind him hanging off of you at all, especially when you were in work mode and couldn’t even be bothered to notice him.

You got used to it quickly, and he appreciated having a convenient resting place in the middle of a shoot from time to time. If it meant his face got a little too close to the other Stray Kids’ sometimes, well, all the better. The two of you still got anticipatory looks from the eyes that knew your little game was still afoot, but neither of you minded. After all, the audience was part of the game.

You know something is different today as soon as Hyunjin’s arms snake around your middle. Clingy he may be, but Hyunjin had been very tentative when he started clinging, even if he’d disguised it with whiny dramatics. Every tiny test of your boundaries was another theatrical production. Truthfully you hadn’t minded at all. He’d shown great prudence in only picking ploys you could easily and understandably push him away with. You simply hadn’t.

So the quiet embrace was very out of character for what you knew of Hyunjin thus far. You knew that much. What you weren’t certain of was he was up to. Then he turns his head to nose at your hair, his lips centimeters from the hollow behind your ear, and you know exactly what’s going on.

Miraculously your heart rate doesn’t jump immediately. You’re pretty sure it’s the trance work puts you in that works in your favor. He breathes in quietly and lets it out again in a satisfied huff.

“You smell so nice,” He mumbles into your hair and WOW you are not ready for his voice to be that close. You valiantly fight the shiver that wants to make its way through you as his breath caresses the shell of your ear. Instead, you reach up and behind you to drag his head a bit closer.

You turn only slightly, just enough that your lips barely brush his jawline as you speak, your hand still gently resting on the back of his head, making sure not to ruin the stylist eonni’s hard work. You don’t take your eyes off of I.N as you offer your thanks in a low voice.

After, you adjust his head so that you can comfortably rest your head on top of his, as if the two of you were lovers watching a show. Then you lower your arm and settle both of your hands on the arms around your waist, leaning back into him, casual as you please.

The two of you remain, basically cuddling while standing up, for several more minutes.

You’re not sure what boldness had allowed Hyunjin to make this move in the first place, but it’s clear as the two of you remain in that position, that it wasn’t made to last. You can feel his face slowly heating from where it was still resting in the crook of your neck. Conversely, you find yourself calming down. You’re a lot less irritated with life when Hyunjin finally admits defeat and scurries off to bother his group members.

That doesn’t stop you from snatching up I.N, new lip stain in hand, as soon as the opportunity presents itself. You update your mental tally as you update I.N’s makeup.

You’ll give Hyunjin a point for attacking several of your weak points in one go, whether he was aware of it or not. But you’re deducting half a point for fleeing your cuddle. And you’re certain you yourself deserve a point this round, for holding up admirably under pressure. Coordis 4, SKZ - 1.5.

“You look like Lee Know Hyung when you smile like that,” I.N informs you wearily, leaning away from you as soon as you release him, “I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t me.”

You weren’t aware you were making any sort of face, but if it scares I.N so much, you’ll simply have to lean into it. You school your face into your sweetest, most menacing smile.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, I.N-ssi.” You inform him primly. A manager sweeps by and spirits I.N away before you can menace him any further. You shrug to yourself about it. They make it too easy sometimes.