#have anything to mount it to on the wall so its just hanging off my curtainrod

[penisliker-moved]

being the gay child is hard bc yr family will literally see anything with a rainbow on it and be like Yeah this is for him

[lucysarah-c]

Mounting Spring Ch. 1.

Summary: Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21. Age gap but they are both adults. (I would say enemys to lover but they don't even know eachother to be enemys lol.) Author note: I've had this idea for so long… Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. From the creator of "Not in season?" I bring to you "Mounting Spring" lmao haha sorry it's just that my first omegaverse was rather a success… so I decided to do another.

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The papers were passed around the Military board members, each set handed off in tense silence. The room’s air had cooled quickly as the sun dipped below the horizon, making Levi’s coat, almost too heavy to bear earlier, feel suddenly necessary. The chill seeped through the old walls, hinting that a bit of heating might soon be in order. 

With methodical precision, Levi slammed the stack of reports against the wooden table to align them perfectly, every edge sharp and in place. He moved aside the sticky notes he’d scribbled on hours before, crossing off the last item on his to-do list with finality. Job done for the day— 

“Well, that’s it,” he muttered, eager to leave the stale room behind. 

A pointed clearing of someone’s throat halted him, making him glance up slowly. Levi’s senses flared; he wasn’t done after all. The tension thickened, and the air shifted to something more ominous. His gaze travelled around the table, landing on each board member’s face. Some looked uncomfortable, others entertained, as if they’d been anticipating this moment. Hange, seated beside him despite their role as Commander now, avoided his eye, their head lowered in apparent resignation. Recent meetings had seen the appearance of new, vaguely unsettling faces, like Kiyomi's, who now looked across the table with a subtle smile. 

“Captain,” Zackly’s voice rasped as he cleared his throat yet again. 

“The day’s agenda is finished,” Levi stated, irritation biting at his words. The official telegram had detailed the topics to be discussed, all of which they’d already addressed. Anything beyond that, he knew, was meant to be cleared with the entire board beforehand. 

“This was a last-minute matter,” a Military Police officer interjected, though the smirk twitching at his lips betrayed more amusement than urgency. 

“Captain,” Zackly called again, knitting his fingers together. “You know we’ve always valued your dedication to Paradis.” 

The pause was rehearsed, the words strangely formal, making Levi’s eyes narrow. “What the hell is going on?” cutting through the man’s attempt at civility. 

“Let the Commander finish,” Kiyomi insisted, her voice smooth and elegant, though tinged with a superiority that grated on him. 

“We wouldn’t have managed to retake Wall Maria without your bravery—” 

“A lot of people sacrificed themselves for that,” Levi replied sharply, cutting off the praise that felt, at best, patronizing. “Including the previous Commander, Erwin. No need to thank me.” 

“Nevertheless,” Zackly forged on, tiring of the interruptions, “without your skill, all those sacrifices might have been in vain. Not only did you dare to fight for Eren’s retrieval from the Female Titan and against the former tyrannical regime, but—” 

“It wasn’t just me. My squad and the brat over there were in it too.” 

The tone of the conversation was growing increasingly uneasy, the excessive praise no longer just annoying him but setting off alarms. 

“Quite right. You and Mikasa were essential in humanity’s progress,” Kiyomi added, eyeing Levi with a calculating gaze. As her look shifted back to Zackly, Levi’s own attention followed. 

“What we mean to say is… even if Paradis positions itself favourably in the new world, more capable individuals like you and Mikasa would be ideal assets for our success.” Zackly straightened in his chair, clearing his throat for the third time, making Levi wonder if the man needed water—or to finally give up smoking like a chimney. “Have you ever considered marriage, Captain?” 

The question hit him like a bucket of ice water. It was so absurd Levi could only scoff. “What?” 

“How old are you now?” Zackly continued, feigning casual curiosity. “Thirty-three? Thirty-four? A prime age, I’m sure. And for a high-breed alpha like you—” 

Behind him, low chuckles began to echo from the MPs, each one making Levi’s grip on the chair’s arm tighten. 

‘This is a trap.’ 

“Whatever it is you’re implying, I I suggest you rethink it,” Levi spat, the weight of their words starting to settle. 

“Let’s be frank,” Kiyomi leaned forward, hands placed firmly on the table. “Captain, we once thought the Ackermans extinct, only to discover Paradis has not one but two. Even Zeke couldn’t deny that meeting you at Shiganshina was... less than pleasant.” 

“Of course,” Levi replied dryly. “I beat that monkey’s ass.” 

“Exactly.” The dark-haired woman showed no amusement, her voice all business. “To the point, then: we intend to provide you with a suitable wife to ensure that you bless this island with as many Ackermans as she’s capable of bearing.” 

Levi shot to his feet. “You must be out of your damned mind if you think I’d agree to this. I’m not here to be used as a breeding tool.” 

“Oh, but you wouldn’t be the one doing the birthing,” an MP remarked with a smirk as the rest of the board broke their facades, amusement flashing in their eyes. All but Hange, who looked as if they might vanish into their seat. 

“You’re insane,” Levi snarled, preparing to leave, feeling insulted to his core. “You can use Historia as your political pawn as much as you want, but I’m not some 17-year-old girl at your disposal—” 

“Think of it as a service to your country,” Zackly replied coolly. 

“I serve this island every damned day,” Levi snapped, baring his teeth. With a sharp slap, he pressed his papers against the table and strode toward the door, signaling his utter rejection of the idea. 

“If you won’t consider it…” Kiyomi's calm, piercing voice halted him at the door, the threat clear. “Then we’ll turn to the only other Ackerman left.” 

Levi stilled, staring at the golden knob in his hand, fury boiling in his veins. He wasn’t about to fall for this. 

“Mikasa is too valuable to be reduced to a broodmare.” 

“She’s a girl of duty,” Kiyomi replied, a note of satisfaction in her voice. “Something you seem to lack. And she’s an alpha. I’m certain she could bear at least one healthy child before returning to the battlefield.” 

Levi clicked his tongue, pushing open the door with disdain. ‘Who the hell do they think I am?’ Hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat, he stormed down the royal city’s military headquarters hallways, curses slipping from his lips. The whole idea was absurd; they’d lost their minds if they thought he’d even consider it. 

As Levi stormed down the dim corridor, every step sharp and swift, he couldn’t shake the rancor rising within him. The brazenness of it all, to drag him into their twisted ambitions with such flippant disregard for his will—and then to threaten Mikasa. The audacity alone made his fists clench. 

He barely noticed Hange keeping pace with him until their arm was outstretched, catching him by the shoulder. 

“Levi,” Hange began softly. Their usual spark was subdued, gaze serious, and voice almost apologetic. “I know you’re furious. I knew this would be hell to hear, but I didn’t know how else to—” 

“Save it.” Levi shrugged their hand off, glowering. “You knew, didn’t you? That they were going to bring this shit up?” 

Hange hissed, as if asking them to confessed was almost painful. “Yes… I knew.” 

Levi gritted his teeth, eyes dark with betrayal. “You agreed to this?” Both of them whispering on the empty cold halls of the building.  

“I… didn’t agree,” Hange answered carefully. “But I was there when the discussion happened. Look, Zackly and the others—” Hange hesitated, running a hand through their hair. “They’re dead set on this idea. They think they’re planning for a stronger Paradis, and if they think that means Ackerman bloodlines—” 

“Save the speech.” Levi’s tone was sharp. “They can be dead set on whatever they please, but I'd like to see them drag the entire MP battalion if they want to force me into this.” 

The past year had hardly been easy on either of them, especially Hange with their new title as Commander. Levi was well aware of this—yet the sense of betrayal cut deep. “For fuck’s sake, Hange, you could’ve warned me.” 

A tense silence hung between them, until Hange finally sighed and adjusted their glasses, pressing on the bridge of their nose. “You think I had a say in this? Kiyomi's paying for the entire coastal expansion and the railway. She thought it was a decent idea, and with her money backing it, she’s got the final word on everything.” 

Levi clicked his tongue, crossing his arms in exasperation. “Those bastards in the upper ranks are just itching to get on my last nerve since we changed the policies.” 

“Look, I know it sounds—insane. But maybe… if we don’t try to protect the future of the island, there won’t be one. And if there’s a way to keep the Ackerman bloodline alive, maybe there’s value in that…” 

“Don’t give me that bloodline nonsense.” Levi’s tone was ice-cold, his gaze sharp. “This is some harebrained scheme they’ve cooked up. And let me guess: it reeks of Zeke. That bearded bastard’s across the ocean, and he’s still screwing with my life.” 

Hange pressed their lips together, saying nothing. The silence was confirmation enough. 

“That son of a bitch,” Levi cursed under his breath. “He’s the one with royal blood, not me.” 

Hange’s lips twitched in something close to sympathy. 

“Well, since you two are such good friends these days, feel free to let him know he can kiss my ass.” 

“Levi…” Hange sighed, not because they disagreed but because Levi’s sense of betrayal cut both ways. They were the last two left of the original veterans—family in all but name. It wasn’t just an argument; it felt like a wound between them. 

Convincing Levi? Impossible. But convincing her? That possibility hung in the air, lingering like a storm on the horizon. Levi paced with conviction at first, then with dread. They both knew it, and, worse, Zeke likely knew it too. Mikasa had just turned seventeen, still almost a child, recently visited by someone claiming kinship with her clan. Levi couldn’t care less about all the ancestral politics, but he was all too aware of how they worked. 

“You can choose whoever you wish for the father,” they had told her, as if it was some generous offer. And, step by step, he watched Mikasa’s face transform from disgust to something akin to acceptance. Perhaps it was because she, too, held a certain pedigree; perhaps she felt duty-bound. He didn’t know, and he didn’t care what methods they used to sway her. 

‘She’s smarter than that,’ he tried to tell himself. 

But then he overheard Historia, almost childishly enthusiastic, whispering to Mikasa, “See? I told you—we’re girls with responsibilities.” The blood drained from his face. If they’d managed to convince Historia, to make her some kind of pawn in their twisted ambitions, what was stopping them from pulling Mikasa down the same path? 

‘It’s disgusting,’ he thought bitterly. ‘Maybe this is how those classist bastards operate. They talk little girls into this like they’re just trading dolls for something more ‘exciting.’’ 

That night, back in his office, Levi was a restless storm, pacing the room with his suit jacket hanging loose, fingers curled around his glass of whiskey, his movements sharp and frustrated. The glow of his cigarette flared in the dark room as he took a deep drag, gritting his teeth. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” 

Slouched in his chair, forearm draped over his eyes, his mind circled back to Mikasa’s hesitant, almost innocent blush—her teenage imagination painting a faint, rosy tint over whatever twisted future she thought she might face. And in his mind, as if staring him down, were Eren’s haunted eyes, that deadened look of someone who already knew more than he could say. Maybe the brat already knew Levi wouldn’t let it happen. 

“She’s a damn kid,” he muttered. The thought of Mikasa shouldering this burden felt like a betrayal of his own values. 

Though technically, she was not much younger than many girls who’d borne children before. But this felt different, disturbing— He let out a humourless chuckle, as a man that waits for getting hang. “Those bastards knew… I wouldn’t let them ruin her life like that.” 

And like a cursed prophecy that tightened its grip the more one tried to escape it, Levi found himself back in that same damned office, slouched in his chair as if seated at a poker table. Bargaining his future. 

Levi sat stiffly across from the military board, his expression a blend of frustration and disgust as they spoke. Zackly lounged in his chair, lazily smoking as the other officials presented folders adorned with detailed painted portraits, lists of family properties, and who knows what else. As they laid the offers on the table, a random thought clouded Levi’s mind: It feels like searching for a button that matches at the notions store. 

He was reminded of long strips of fabric with various buttons sewn onto them, each one a potential fit. “Many of the noble families are eager to show their loyalty to the new government,” one officer stated with a practiced calmness. “Some have offered up alliances in exchange for the return of their territories and titles. This includes a number of unclaimed young omegas. You’ll have ample choices.” 

Levi’s jaw clenched. He knew they expected him to appear grateful for the options lined up before him, as if he were selecting a new weapon. Instead, he leaned back, crossing his arms tightly. “I’ll be imposing some conditions.” 

They paused, exchanging glances. “Naturally, Captain,” one of the men replied, steepling his fingers. 

“No fancy bullshit,” Levi declared. “The wedding will be plain. Just a civil ceremony. I have no intention of making a spectacle out of this.” 

The room fell silent, the officers exchanging looks that spoke volumes. One of them cleared his throat, hesitating before responding. “Captain, you should consider—” 

“I’m not considering anything,” Levi interrupted, his tone sharper than before. “This is a plain arrangement, and it will remain exactly that. I don’t need fanfare or ceremonies—just a quiet signing of papers.” 

The officers shifted uncomfortably, their discomfort palpable as they struggled to reconcile Levi’s cold practicality with their expectations. “Think of the girl. Many young omegas dream of their wedding day, waiting for it their whole lives. It’s—” a female alpha soldier attempted to be the voice of reason, but Levi was clearly listening to none of it. 

“No buts,” Levi said, his patience wearing thin. “If I’m going to go through with this ridiculous arrangement, it will be on my terms. I’m not dragging this girl through some overblown ceremony when neither of us wants to be there.” 

With a loud sigh, Levi lifted himself slightly from his seat to grab the portfolios. He barely looked at them, frowning deeply. “Don’t you have pictures where they look— I don’t know—human?” he spat out sarcastically, noting how overly produced their painted portraits appeared. 

“That’s what’s in fashion,” one officer muttered defensively. 

Groaning in disinterest, Levi rolled his eyes. “Nobles and their weird tastes.” But as he turned the next page to examine the descriptions, it was as if the world had tilted off its axis. “Sixteen,” he muttered, irritation creeping into his voice. He looked up, venom lacing his words. “You’re offering me sixteen-year-old girls? Girls who could be my damn daughters?” 

“It’s common, you know—” 

“I don’t care what’s common. Twenty-five,” Levi interjected. “At least twenty-five. I’m not getting tied to a child.” 

“Come on,” an exhausted soldier exclaimed, “some are seventeen, eighteen—” 

“Twenty-five,” Levi snapped, his eyes blazing. “I’m not interested in any of this unless you bring me someone who isn’t still in their childhood.” 

“Be realistic,” Zackly finally spoke up, looking weary and disinterested. “How many omegas do you know that aren’t claimed by twenty-five?” 

“Fuck if I know; that’s your job to find out, not mine.” Levi’s anger flared, echoing in the sterile room. “Weren’t you the one telling me to think of the girl? Don’t you think of her?” 

“Why? Are you planning on hurting her?” Zackly questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Fuck no.” 

“Then I’m not concerned. Choose one and stop being a pain in the ass.” 

It was clear they were not going to reach any middle ground like this. Amid the hastily scribbled notes, he noticed a name: Y/N, age twenty-one. He pointed decisively at the line, cutting through the cacophony of voices. “That one.” 

There was no picture, no description—nothing. Perhaps it should have raised suspicions, but Levi was too tired for this cheap drama. 

“Why her?” one member scoffed, glancing at the paper. “We have better offers on the table.” 

Levi didn’t hesitate. “She’s the oldest.” He placed both hands on the table, pushing himself upward. He had made up his mind the night before; he just needed this to be over. Striding toward the door, he exited without allowing anyone to stop him. As he walked out of the conference room, he could hear the murmurs behind him. 

As the door shut firmly, one of the cadets held the papers against his chest, confusion written all over his face. Slowly, he turned to the higher-ranking officer. “Shouldn’t we tell him that she’s scheduled to marry this weekend to her childhood fiancé?” 

Zackly chuckled, flicking the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray. Between coughs, he said, “Oh well, he can find out from her once they’re both married. It’s no longer my problem.” 

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[holymountdias]

Love triangle pt. 1

Erling Haaland x (fem)reader, (mention of Jadon Sancho)

Summary: A past relationship of yours broke you to the point that you weren’t being yourself anymore, but what happens when your ex’s best friend takes interest in you and he helps you take revenge. Will it all be just a game for you or become more than friends?

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: angst, smut, fluff

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

You were lazily laying on your bed along with your best friend, both scrolling through your phones with no words being exchanged as you were too bored and had nothing really to talk about. The past month was only filled with stress and bad mentality as uni and life was challenging you to the fullest with the only interesting part of the day being when you were going to sleep or eat. You had no energy to go out hence why you were currently laying around on a Friday night at your house, instead of being somewhere outside “enjoying life”.

“i swear to God if i see another story of someone from our class at the club, i’m gonna go insane” you kept listening to her complaints the past hour and you only hummed uninterested in response not really taking her seriously.

You sense her eyes on you after that but you still give no reaction to it, until you feel her move around on the mattress and the next thing you know your phone disappears from your hands. You turn your head to the side to glance at your friend annoyingly only to meet with an ironic grin.

"We need to go out” she suddenly blurts out and you groan out in frustration

“ i don’t want tooo, i look and feel like shit can’t we just stay in?’’ you whine out in protest as you move to lay on your side down before closing your eyes as well.

“Noway i’m going to let you sulk in your room for the millionth time this month; besides if i remember correctly you have already been invited to some fancy ass party’’ she responds, while emphasizing the last part with a different tone.

“Its just Jadon’s birthday he won’t judge me if i don’t make an appearance and i’m pretty sure he just asked me cause he is friends with my brother and just wanted to be polite’’

“oh shut up as if he hasn’t been texting you since you two met’’ she says, making you huff out.

To be truly honest you would also like to believe your friend’s little romance scenario as well, since Jadon Sancho was one of the few people in the football field that stood out to you after meeting them.

You were introduced to him through your brother, the infamous Mason Mount, after a football match since they were both playing for the England team at that time.

You soon found yourself spending like an hour with the both of you leaning against the wall in a random corridor inside the stadium building, throwing jokes and opening up about your lives.

You ended up exchanging numbers and socials and from then on you would text each other from time to time. You didn’t know what to expect from him, after all he was a football player with a busy schedule and quite the following when it came to girls, so you just never took anything seriously that came from him; not the teasing, not the random compliments when you posted a story on your ig, not the time he asked you to hang out that you might or might not rejected cause you were scared that he just wanted you for sex; quite the frequent habit for all the footballers but you weren’t up for that. Not after what happened with him. So in other words even if he indeed was interested in you at first he couldn’t still be after all this time, right?

“If you met him too you would know he is friendly to everyone” you open your eyes to look at her seriously and she just smiles devilishly at you.

“Well if it won’t be about Jadon tonight, i’m sure Erling will be, he will be there right??” she asks persistently.

“probably…”

“Perfect” she speaks loudly and gets off the bed quickly heading towards your closet.

“Y/F/N NO’’ you try to protest but with no results as she looks determined to get you ready for the party tonight.

“ok so dress or skirt?”

You sit up in your bed before brushing your hand through your hair in frustration. 

“I seriously don’t want to see him.”

“fuck….faster..”

He started thrusting in faster at once as his grip around your hips tightened, almost making it hurt. The combination of pain and pleasure made your pussy pulse around him and you heard him let out a groan in reaction.

You kept moving your hands in front of you on top of the vanity as if you were trying to get away; your mind was driven by the ecstasy while your eyes were closed and your mouth slightly open as quite whimpers kept escaping from you.

Suddenly you felt his upper front being pressed against your back as he leant his face down, resting it beside your face, his mouth touching your ear while his breaths brushed against it.

“Look at the mirror baby”

You obeyed to his words and first thing you saw is his darken gaze on you, how he eyed you like a starved animal and you were his prey. His thrusts slowed down but you felt his whole body moving against your body in such way that he somehow hit deeper inside you. You were so turned on, that your whimpers became loud moans but were quickly muffled by Erling’s hand as he covered your mouth with it.

“shut up”

Your lower back arched as you felt his other hand grabbing your ass and then spanking it a few times, his face once again turned towards your face, close to your ear as he kept talking dirty to you.

“do you want to get us caught baby? do you want all the people in the house to come and see what a slut you are for me? how much you love my cock and fuck you with it? hmm?”

His voice was driving you wild, making you tilt your head from the back to the side, your eyes closed once again, as he traced his mouth lower towards your neck, slightly sucking on it.

You could sense your climax nearing but he already knew that by how much your walls were tightening around him so he moved his hand around you, placing his long fingers on top of your clit as he started playing with it while his thrusts turned into pounding.

“Cum for me baby” 

Your body automatically started shaking from your intense orgasm but he kept holding you close to his body til you were calm again but right afterwards his own orgasm started coming through, since your climax triggered his too.

You knew this man for a about 5 months and he somehow managed to have you wrapped up around him with his generous, charming and affectionate character and of course his handsome looks.

Damn everybody could see how much different he was compared to all those snobbish and stuck up footballers and you admired that for him. You first met him at a club where your dearest brother held a party for his birthday celebration and couldn’t you have thanked him enough.

You kept throwing glances at each other from afar but none of you actually came up to introduce yourselves until it was time for you to leave but your ride had ditched you up for someone else and what more perfect time for him to appear like your prince, offering you a safe ride home.

Now in a normal occasion you wouldn’t accept because obviously, stranger danger, but you were slightly drunk and your mind was driven with interest to get to know this man. So you did and it was great and you thought that you would never regret it til you did…Long story short after the ride he asked for your number to your surprise and you did give him it.

There was so much attraction between you two that quickly turned into sexual tension and soon enough you would both be testing it out. You never really discussed about labels but he treated you in such a way that he made it seem as if he was serious.

He took you out on dates, gave you his flannel, invited you to his matches to watch him playing, he would take care of you in every way possible. And of course everything in secret from the public and your brother and everyone else from your inside circle.

Basically you were the only ones who knew. So here you were at your brother’s house that he held a party at and you were fucking in one of his bathrooms behind everyone’s back. And everything was perfect or so you thought..

He slowly pulled out of you but the motion still managed to take your breath away for a second as you adapted back to the emptiness inside you.

You turned around to stand against the vanity with your hands behind your back, to watch him as he cleaned himself up and discharged the condom away.

Right when he was done, he turned to look at you with a small grin on his face, before he came to stand right in front you, bending his body towards you with his hands gripping the counter behind, cornering you in between them.

“Hopefully nobody heard you or else i’m gonna have to deal with your brother”, he joked and you rolled your eyes; the corners of your mouth turning up.

“First of all there is a whole party going downstairs and secondly i wasn’t that loud Haaland”

“Is that so baby?”He whispered after he leaned closer above your face.

Your height difference had you tilting your head slightly backwards to look at him straight through his blue eyes with as much confidence as you could master up without getting flustered like a high school girl.

“Yes” you slowly muttered with your gaze fixed on his as if you were put under a spell, your pupils were dilated as you were filled in with lust once again and he loved it.

No matter how many times he would ruin you, you would still come back for more and couldn’t he be more happy to comply to your wish.

He shifted his hand right under your chin and raised your face towards his, your lips were so close that were almost brushing, but never touching and to your frustration that’s where he paused.

He just continued to observe you, looking at every little detail on your face, from your wet lips, to your rosy cheeks, to your sparkling eyes, to your messy hair. There was not a single thing he disliked on you, in fact he could see himself being with you in the feature as well but right now he knew the truth and the truth hurt.

His face frowned slightly for a mile second and that got you intrigued in what he possibly could be thinking.“What?” you questioned quietly snapping him out of his train of thoughts.

He just shook his head instead initiating that it was nothing, but before you could ask him again he closed the gap between you, pecking your lips gently as the palm of his hand cupped the side of your face.

“We should go” he muttered after a minute, shaking you out of your zone and you pouted in a teasing way in your effort to get him to change his mind. You had been in this bathroom for about half an hour and you knew that he was right, if you wanted to keep people out of suspicion, but it was getting hard for you sometimes to keep acting like strangers.

A corner of his mouth lifted as he reacted with amusement to your childlike way to convince him otherwise, but he just pecked your lips one last time before he started getting ready to leave and that seems like that was your answer.

A sigh of disappointment escaped you which gained you a chuckle from him but nonetheless you slowly started dressing back up ass well.

Just before he could open the door to go, your words stopped him in his tracks.

“When do you think we can tell the others?” he shifted around to look at you as you spoke again “You know…about us?” you stared at him; your eyes burning with both hope and anxiety for what his response was gonna be.

“Look i think we should keep it low for a little while more” you instantly felt your chest falling to your stomach, as your hopes crashed to the ground, your brows furrowed while sadness overcame you.

Instantly bad thoughts started filling in your mind like, was he not feeling the same? did he intend to have you hidden until he grew tired of you? were you just a plaything for him after all? His form standing right in front you had you snapped out of your thoughts; he picked up your face by the chin to make you look at him.

“Hey, stop thinking too much about it, i just- i just have a lot on my plate..with the team right now and bringing you to the public won’t be very helpful for me, like people are gonna start attacking you and then there is Mason, its juts not..easy right now.”

You nodded repeatedly as you tried to look understanding to what he told you while you forced your face to relax from your previous sad expression.

“No i get it, its a whole process and i can’t give you that kind of pressure right now.” You assured him and he just smiled at you affectionately. “You are not giving me any pressure baby, we are in this together alright?” you hummed in response and after he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, he finally exited the room.

Once the door was closed you let out a sight of disappointment but also regret before brushing your fingers through your hair and taking a sit on the side of the bathtub, hanging your head low; your mind deep in thought once again.

On one side what he said made sense like your situation was not as easy and that could also be because of who your brother was but at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he didn’t want to take the next step and regret for even asking him for it in the first place. The last thing you wanted was to keep him out of focus from his job.

“Look i know what happened, but it needs to stop affecting you whenever you see him. Especially when there will always be a chance of you two coming across each other because of your brother.

So..” she picks up a satin dress from the hangers of your closet and shows it off to you, initiating for you to take it. “dress up girlie.”

No matter how much you wanted to protect your own feelings you know she is right and it is probably about time for you to move on, so what better sweet time to do it. You drag yourself clumsily from the bed and after your best friend gives you a heads up you take the dress from her to start preparing.

After you left the bathroom, you found yourself chatting with some girls from the party, including some football player’s girlfriends and although you didn’t know all of them, you were having fun. At some point you wanted to get a new drink so after excusing yourself from the group you headed towards the kitchen.

Before you were to go inside, you heard loud voices and laughter coming from the room, among some you could recognise, like Jack’s, Phill’s, John’s or Rice’s and some other guys, but you couldn’t tell who they were. The kitchen was a bit further from where the party and the loud music was taking place so the voices were clearer in this area of the house.

There was one voice in specific that made you want to stay behind and continue listening to what was being said in the room.

“Hey Haaland that was a long bathroom break dude” you heard someone say, as the rest of the group started laughing while he just shook his head in annoyance.

“Drop the act, what’s her name” the same voice asked causing the others to start questioning.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Erling tried to deny but they all mocked his answer, knowing well that he was lying.

“Man, i saw you the other day with some blondie, was that her?” you heard Phill this time.

“No” he bluntly responded, but they started protesting for his lack of information.

“Drop the name man who is it?” Declan asks and all the guys around started agreeing.

“It’s no one, just a random one i met some time ago” he finally reveals, making the rest of the circle become loud with excitement once again.

“It’s nothing serious, we are just fucking” he quickly interrupts them, hoping that that will shut their noisy asses up but it wasn’t the case.

“Does she know about the other chick’s you have been fucking behind her back?” you hear Jack ask him and the room fills in with loud laughter once again.

“Not really”, he replied and the guys went wild.

“Yoo dude is it even serious like, are you going to tell her or?”

“Look i told you its nothing fucking serious, i’m just fucking with her for a little while and i move on, that’s it”, “I wouldn’t even care less if she found about the others, i can replace her anytime” he adds, making the group laugh out again.

You had heard enough.

You pushed the door open and entered the kitchen as the room soon went silent to see who it was.

“Hey Y/n” Declan was the first one to greet you and you greeted them all back with a plastered smile on your face, while avoiding the eyes of a particular person.

“What did i interrupt you guys from?” You asked them cheerfully as you headed towards the fridge to grab yourself another drink.

“Nothing we were just talking” someone spoke up and you leaned against the kitchen counter with your drink in your hand.

“Ohh i get it, hooks up of the week” you said with a small giggle and they agreed.

“Hey y/n did you perhaps catch a glimpse of a girl Erling was in the bathroom with, about an hour ago. He was locked up there for like half an hour and the guy tried to convince us that he was by himself.” Phill interjected this time and you looked at him with a knowing grin on your face, “no way, who was it?” Declan asked but you just shook your head slightly.

“Look guys, its not my place to say, but maybe Erling here, doesn’t want to share the name cause he forgot which one of his chicks was it.” your answer made Erling tense up more as he kept burning holes on you with his gaze the whole time you have been in the room. “Isn’t that right Haaland?” you ended up shifting your attention on him all of a sudden.

“Not the important one’s” he answered as the whole room burst in laughter,

“What are you saying dude, you literally admitted that she was just a plaything” Jack adds in the conversation making you grin lowkey sadly as you lowered your head for a second, but thankfully no one noticed.

“Oh how comforting it must be for her to at least remember her name then huh?” you spoke ironically; your words tasted like venom and he knew that cause they were directed towards him.

“Anyway guys, i gotta get back to my group, sorry that i couldn’t help you identify Haaland’s 4th chick of the week.” you joked once again but you knew that all jokes were on you in the end cause you were the one they were looking for, your were his plaything of the week or better say for the last five months, along with some other playthings of course, but for Haaland that was not worth being mentioned.

After you left the room you heard your name being called and you could tell it was him but you neither had anything more to say or even had the energy to talk to him for the rest of the night, especially when you were supposed to be celebrating your brothers birthday party.

“Y/N WAIT” you heard him yelling before he finally caught up with you and stopping you from walking any further, grabbing you by the arm and you turned your body around to look at him.

“Look i was going to tell you-”

“Oh really? i thought you wouldn’t care if i found out since you can replace me anytime” you cut him off by repeating his own words back in the kitchen, and he seemed to get more frustrated with the situation.

“No you don’t get it, i really lik-” before he can finish his sentence he got interrupted by people singing the birthday song and you both turn your heads to glance back in the main room where all the guests were gathered around a huge cake and your brother standing in the middle.

The sound was so much louder since you were closer to the party area now, making you frustrated as well. Nevertheless that was your signal to end this, cause you had more important things.

“It’s too late for that shit Erling, we are done, no buts” you finally said and you made a move to leave but he caught you again forcing you to look at him with pure anger in your eyes.

“I can fix this, give me another chance” he slowly says while the intimacy in his eyes burned into yours; when he grabbed you for the second time, he had managed to pull your body so close to his that even your faces were only a few centimetres apart.

“Have fun with your side chicks Haaland” you slowly muttered before looking at him one last time and after getting your hand out of his grip you hurriedly headed towards the celebration.

Your eyes were glistened as tears threatened to spill but you were quick to angrily wipe the corners of your eyes and hold yourself back from breaking down in front of a bunch of people. The only thought that clouded your mind was

How could you be so stupid?

[spacefinch]

May: So my family has a gay pirate plate. Stay with me.

May: We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

May: I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence. It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

May: My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

May: When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

May: We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

May: Me, my brother, our mom, and our dad Norman. AKA my aunt's brother.

May: The four of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

May: I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

May: Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

May: Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my parents' house currently.

May: But my dad's trying to get me out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

May: The rules of Gay Pirate Plate are simple by the way.

The plate must be clearly and openly displayed in a place of great prominence whenever it is in your possession. When it is not in your possession, the display piece must remain in place. This is where you would put your gay pirate plate, IF YOU HAD ONE.

No active steps may be taken to prevent the theft of the Gay Pirate Plate. That goes against the spirit of the game, as does attempting to hide it.

The plate MUST be stolen and cannot be gifted or removed with permission. Should you witness attempted theft of the Gay Pirate Plate you are required to intervene and return it to its place.

Every time your sibling successfully absconds with the Gay Pirate Plate, you must respond with indignant fury, as if you have not also repeatedly and blatantly stolen the Gay Pirate Plate.

(inspiration: this legendary post)

More notes below the cut

The "Gay Pirate Plate" in May's family has a painting of what appears to be Team Aqua Leader Archie's ancestor.

At the time of writing the post on Rotomblr, May is an adult and thus has moved out of her parents' house.

Sometimes the Gay Pirate Plate lives in May's parents' house in Littleroot Town. Sometimes it lives in Norman's Gym in Petalburg City.

When May's paternal grandmother and great-aunt were still alive, the Gay Pirate Plate lived in Olivine City.

The tradition has been going on for DECADES.

[freshfromhell]

can't believe i discarded this scene a million yrs ago......... 😔

“Look at you, neck deep in pussy.”

Billy Hargrove looked down at the collapsed form before him. Slanted sunglasses, and flushed cheeks, and smeared makeup, and a snoring mouth, jaw all askew. 

Mandy Mueller snorted awake, head half hanging off the old plaid couch in Laurie Binkler’s garage. A big fat cat laid across her neck like a scarf, its furry mass clearly closing off her airway if all the honk-shoo snoring and whistle-tone gurgling was anything to go by. Her head popped up, sunglasses falling off her head and onto the floor in a clatter as she jerked into consciousness. 

“Leave her alone,” a freckled girl called from the opposite end of the couch, her body dressed in the ugly green uniform of Hawkins High’s marching band. Ugh, great, Billy thought with a frown. Billy’s mortal-nemesis: Dweebs. “She said she needs to sleep off all the alcohol she drank or she’s gonna die.”

That was definitely not how that worked.

“Yeah, leave her alone,” Mandy slurred out, agreeing even though she clearly had no fucking clue what was going on around her, squinting around all bleary-eyed in her tired, drunken state. “Asshole.”

Oh, my god. 

“You’re being strangled to death, Idiot,” Billy announced in a bid to be helpful, and Mandy muttered a couple of choice words in reply that Billy was going to pretend he didn’t hear to protect his own feelings. Billy gestured to Mueller’s self-appointed representative at the end of the couch with the neck of his bottle. “Were you really gonna let this fucking thing suffocate her like this?”

The girl scratched her nose with a chipped, painted fingernail, looking at him nervously as she inched out, “Ummm, yeah… We already tried to move it, but it, uh, really likes her, y’know?”

Yeah, well, big fucking whoop. So did Billy, but he wasn’t wrapping himself around her and trying to choke her out, was he? Well, he wasn’t tonight, anyway.

“What?” Billy spat out, eyes narrowing in disbelief at the girl. He looked back down at the fluffy gray cat before him, only to find it already staring up at him with creepy green eyes. He frowned, looking away instinctively, before doing a double-take. Eugh. What the fuck? Why was this fucking thing looking at him like that?

“It is so mean,” the girl explained with severe emphasis, rubbing her head with growing concern. “Some guys cornered it up on those shelves and were messing with it, but—!” She pointed an index finger across the room to the shelves filled with large tools and lumber. “Then Mandy came in here and told them that if they didn’t fuck off that she was gonna introduce them to her new best friend over there—“ The girl’s arm swiveled to another far wall, pointing to the chainsaw mounted by the doorway, before she continued, “And they didn’t believe her, so she went over there, ripped it off the wall, started the thing, and then asked if them if they’ve ever seen Scarface.”

“It was super bad ass!” Another geek exclaimed in excitement over the rehashing of the entire event, and Billy sent a dull frown across the group where they were stationed in a quiet corner of the garage, watching and listening like a bunch of nosy creeps.

Billy shifted in thought, taking a long sip of his drink, before asking curiously, “What the fuck does any of that have to do with moving the cat?”

“Well, we think that’s why it’s so attached to her,” she answered with a shrug, and one of the pimply nerds next to her nodded emphatically. 

Was Billy drunk, or did that not answer his question? He pursed his lips in thought.  

“Wait,” he snaked out, raising a single index finger in contemplation as something just occurring to him. “Do you work at the movie theater?”

“Uuhhh,” the girl droned out uncomfortably, eyes darting around shiftily as she drew her knees in tight from her position perched at the edge of an old coffee table. “Yeah, that’s me, I guess.”

“Rape girl,” Billy clarified with a hum.

“That’s—“ She grimaced as if the name physically pained her, shaking her head as she choked out, “Uh, probably not a great thing to call someone.”

Yeah, whatever, Billy thought to himself. 

“But that’s you—?” He prompted, eyes squinting as he tried to connect the girl before him to the girl from last Saturday. All her different uniforms were fucking with his head a little. She was like a secret agent or something with all the weird get-ups. “Right?”

“Uh, yep,” she popped the ‘p’ awkwardly, hunching in on herself. “That’s me.”

“Huh…” He muttered out loud unthinkingly, before gesturing to the sleeping Mueller offhandedly, “You go to school with us?”

“Yeah,” her lips pinched as she scratched her forehead, fussing with her bangs, “I’ve, uh, gone here longer than both of you combined, I think.”

Billy had to withhold from laughing at that. Holy shit, what a loser. That must have sucked.

“And you’re…” Billy trailed off contemplatively as he looked between the once again unconscious Mandy and the ever-annoying girl before him, “Allergic to cats?”

“Uh, no,” she answered, clearly disarmed by his line of questioning, but what the fuck else was he supposed to think in this situation?

“Then why haven’t you moved the cat off her?!” Billy demanded heatedly as he waved his arms down at the lard ass of a cat.

The band geek before him tossed her hands up helplessly as she stood up and announced, “I told you, already! This thing is, like, so mean!!”

A low yowl interrupted their yelling, and both Billy and the girl paused on either side of the coffee table to glance over at the cat. It stared up at them agitatedly, shifting around in one big loaf-like shape atop Mueller to face them down, its big bushy tail flicking across her face now. It must have irritated her nose, because her face scrunched up almost immediately as she awakened again, letting out an annoyed, whiney groan.

She swatted the tail away without even opening her eyes, calling, “What is your problem, Bitch? Get a grip.”

The cat let out a high-pitched mewl in reply, standing to balance atop Queenie as she writhed around on the couch to get comfortable.

“See?” The girl insisted with a vague gesture to the huge cat where it circled around Mandy’s torso, before seating itself very leisurely atop her chest. Queenie let out a pathetic, wheezing breath under its weight like she was a broken squeak toy. “It really likes her! They’re friends!”

“It’s gonna kill her!” Billy argued as he watched the cat begin kneading her flesh, its nails pricking through her off-the-shoulder sweater and pulling loose the threads as it purred loudly, absolutely delighted to be crushing Mueller under its impressive mass. 

“Well—!” Her words choked off abruptly as she floundered, her arms flailing everywhere in her desperation to convey something. “You move it then! See what happens!”

“Fine! I will!” Billy exclaimed, before looking to the cat in question and hesitating. Were they sure it was a cat? It was so big and ugly, it kinda looked like it wandered in from outside. Whatever. He slammed his bottle down onto the table, before pushing up the sleeves of his jacket and moving towards the couch.

It yowled at him again, this time louder and longer and even more unsettlingly. He ignored it, and it hissed, ears going back on its head as it rose up and swiped at him, making him jump back and nearly trip over the coffee table in the process of getting away.

“It’s not a cat—!” Billy declared vehemently, pointing at it as he rounded the table to stand beside Rape Girl again, hands settling on his hips as he glared at the beast that just attacked him, finishing, “It’s a fucking demon!”

It hissed at him and batted at the air wildly like it understood English. 

“It’s totally a cat!” The girl beside him insisted with an annoying amount of exasperation, “It’s just weirdly protective of her, that’s all.”

“Because she’s its next meal!” Billy gestured with a sweep of his arm in Mueller’s direction.

“No, it loves her! They’re best friends!” One of the other dweebs declared, holding her heart. “She’s like a Disney princess!”

Jesus! What was with this place?! Billy wanted to tear out his hair. He fucking hated it here. 

“Stop shouting! I’m up! Ugh!” Mandy complained grumpily, tucking her elbows under her to prop herself up. The cat only moved, stretching down her body and twisting itself onto its back as it meowed for her attention. It draped itself over her, claws stretching down to her hips as its tail waved in her face. She squinted, swatting at the offending appendage.

She looked at the cat, ignoring the rest of the room as she asked it irately, “You gotta fuckin’ problem with me? Quit showin’ your ass, before I kick it.”

It only mewled in reply, swiveling its head around to blink down at her languidly, and she flopped back onto the couch with an exhausted groan, an arm draping across her eyes. It hurried to her again, nuzzling its face into the crook her neck and rolling around until it was once again wrapped around her head.

“Outta my face,” she muttered, shoving it under her arm pit and tucking it down at her side. The cat went without a fight, twisting itself around onto its back as it settled over her abdomen, its body tucked against the back of the couch with its paws facing the sky. Billy scowled.

“Well, don’t you two look nice and cozy,” Billy called down at the pair, and Mandy’s eyes creaked open again.

“Oh, no,” she whined pathetically, tossing her head around on the couch. “I’m already drunk! What more do you want from me?”

Well, he had a joint in his pocket he wanted to share with her. He nabbed it from a stoner in the backyard, taking pity on her after she rushed off earlier to go barf after he and Tommy filled her full with beer. The only issue was that he was a little worried by the implication of sharing. 

Billy Hargrove was not the sharing type.

In his brief moment of hesitation, her eyes opened, gaze clearer as she looked to him very seriously.

“You actually want something, don’t you?” She groaned out, her nose scrunching up at him. “Aw, c’mon, Hargrove!”

He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he rounded the table towards her spot on the couch.Grabbing the back of one knee, he folded her leg up into her torso and sent the cat back into her face as he slipped between her knees and dropped himself onto the couch with a creak of the old springs. 

“Ow, Asshole!” She complained, kicking the leg he trapped between the couch and his back until she was swinging it into the air over his head and plopping it into his lap to join the other. “I’m a girl, not a chair! Don’t fold me up like that!”

Billy ignored her bitching for the most part, the sound of her nasally voice falling to the backdrop as he pulled the joint from the pocket of his jacket and held it aloft before her with a cool glance. “Ugh! God! What is everyone’s problem—?!”

Her voice cut off abruptly, eyes locking on his fingers. “Who’s that for?”

“You, if you want,” he offered, and her eyes shined at him curiously from over the fluffy body of the cat between them. 

“Why?” She asked, blinking at him. The cat joined her, craning its neck over to him and staring, its tail swishing leisurely over the edge of the couch. 

That was a loaded question. Billy licked his lips, putting the joint to his mouth and reaching for his lighter. 

“You in or out?” He asked, dodging her question. She glanced around the room, gaze a little dimmer than usual, before watching him light the spliff and take an inhale.

The teens around them hunkered down with clangs and gongs of their instruments, seeming to think this was a puff and pass situation, and Mandy rolled her eyes, waving a dainty had around in a silent demand. He handed it over, their fingertips ghosting across one another, before Mueller was pulling the joint to her lips and taking an experimental puff.

She winced, breathing out and coughing as she handed it over. “It’s laced.”

“What?” Billy scoffed, looking down at the lipstick-stained paper in his hand, before bringing it back to his mouth for another inhale, “How the hell do you know that?”

She waved the air, and the cat atop her let out a low, agitated meow in warning. 

“Shut up,” she said to it quietly, like she was embarrassed to be addressing a cat of all things, before she was looking to him. “You can’t tell? Ugh. It’s gross. Keep that shit away from me.”

“More for me then, I guess,” he taunted, breathing out a steady inhale over her way. The cat above her hacked, and Mandy waved the air again, looking to him with supreme irritation as she pushed herself into sitting, pulling her legs from his lap.

Scooting away, she grabbed the cat atop her, tucking it into her lap as she tried to get comfortable, leaning into the arm of the couch and patting around in search for something. Billy watched her lean over the edge of the couch, pulling up her jacket and then her sunglasses, before she was rooting around through her pockets. 

Ugh, god. He could watch her do literally anything and be satisfied. Him and the fat cat in her lap had that in common, apparently. The animal just ducked its head beneath her boobs, looking up through the cage of her arms as she pulled out money and lighters and playing cards from her pockets before she finally pulled out a compact mirror and busied herself with her reflection. 

“Why do I look like I’m melting?” She muttered, and the cat replied with a mewl, which made her startle, nearly dropping her mirror, before she was looking down at the thing with a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Don’t answer that.”

“You can’t really think that thing understands you,” Billy muttered to her, eyes dragging from the cat to her. He could not believe she was entertaining this monster’s bullshit.

Mandy didn’t answer him immediately, busy wiping her face clear of smeared makeup. Billy couldn’t keep his eyes from her mouth as he watched her wipe at the edge of her lips, cleaning her face of the streaks of dark red lipstick. 

“Who cares? I understand him,” she said once she was done, shooting him a curled look of judgement as he blinked away the image of her open mouth, tongue curling into the edge of her lips. “And who even asked you, huh?” 

He shook his head, taking another inhale and letting his head rock back as he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around the room. Muffled conversation, and the static-y sound of stations changing on the small TV setup across the garage, and the distant thump of music in the house, and Mandy Mueller’s usually caustic voice sounding so soft and sweet and dreamy, asking, “Do you want a kiss?”

The words had his heart jumpstarting in his chest, pictures flying behind the dark shade of his eyelids of all the scenarios he could imagine her sounding sweet just like that, and he took another inhale to calm himself, forcing himself not to launch into action at her words. He held it until his lungs burned, before exhaling and forcing his breath not to tremble as he peeked an eye open in her direction, only to spy her looking down at the cat in her lap. 

He knew it. That fucking bitch. Offering a kiss to that smelly little gremlin when he was literally right here. 

“You look like you do,” she said, voice light and lilting as she cocked her head down at the animal in her lap. It did the same, eyes curious and pupils big and dark as it pushed its nose towards hers, craning its neck up, before reaching up towards her with a cautious paw, gently batting at her cheek, letting out a squeaky mewl in reply.

“Aw, you do, don’t you?” She cooed as it purred at her, settling its paw against her cheek, before its claws kneaded slowly into the flesh of her face, snagging the topmost layer of skin there is it pulled away. The gentle look on her features warped into something cold within a blink, and she grabbed the cat’s face in her palm, manicured fingers stretching over its skull and squeezing cruelly. “I’ll make you regret that.”

She bodied the thing in a flash, slamming it back down into her lap and looking at it forbiddingly through the cage of her fingers as she hissed, “Do. Not. Scratch. My. Face.”

When she released it, it twisted around on its belly, slinking off her lap with its hair on all end, before it was scrambling under the couch by her feet, and Billy sighed, suddenly sympathetic to the creature. He knew how it felt.

“That is so evil!” The girl from earlier called, obviously watching them the whole time.

“It scratched me!” She explained in her own defense, tossing her hands out, “I was defending myself!”

“It’s a cat,” the girl called back smartly, crossing her arms. “It has claws. It scratches.”

Mandy scoffed in return.

“Yeah, and I’m an evil bitch,” she said back in the same snotty tone, before she was sticking out her tongue. “I have those, too. You wanna see what I do with mine?”

The girl deflated at that, looking defeated as she turned back to her friend group, and Mandy scoffed to herself, slamming her compact shut and slumping into the back of the couch with a harumph.

Billy watched her with a sideways smile. God, she was completely out of her fucking mind.  

She packed herself up huffily, hands scrubbing through her hair and arms wriggling into her jacket as she stood and spun on a heel to leave. As she rounded the table and side chair, the cat darted out from under the couch and took off after her, weave through her legs and nearly tripping her. 

She shrieked, stumbling and catching herself just as she passed under the threshold, before she was looking around her confusedly. She patted her pockets, spinning around with a pinched look of confusion, a hand going to her hair, before her eyes settled on him across the room, right where she left him.

“I’m forgetting something important,” she said to herself, before a lightbulb went on in her head and she perked up. She pointed to him, droning out with girly exasperation as she weaved back around the clutter in the garage, “Ugh! Hargrooooove!”

She flapped her hand around with a jangle of bracelets as she neared him, stretching across the arm of the couch to pinch the leather shoulder of his jacket and tug him towards her. 

“C’mon! I’m not leaving you with these losers!”

He took a couple last puffs of the joint, holding the smoke as he tossed the roach in the stained glass ashtray on the table. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he breathed out as she plucked at the sleeve on his arm impatiently. As if he had any hope of denying her.

[pacifierbby]

Author- hello, I thought about doing something completely different, and since Halloween is coming around the corner, I thought about making a paranormal with mase. Imagine mase being in a haunted house, probably so many jumps, but here's the story. I hope you all enjoy your day, loves

Pairing- mason mount and reader

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Summary - you and mason going to an haunted lunatic asylum. Mason used to only playing football while you were used to watching the creepy haunted videos on YouTube, so you decided that you were going to go to a haunted lunatic asylum and have a feel for you guys self.

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Halloween

Today you and mase was doing something completely different well different for mason since he was ether training or playing matches but mason has got a couple off days of from work and both of you was settled in your living room cuddling together on your sofa watching the overnight channel on youtube where the lads was at a haunted lunatic asylum which gave you an idea "we should go to a asylum" mason quickly looking over to you with a weird look "what why?" "Because it will be fun and different thing to do and of course its Halloween who wouldn't want to go somewhere scary on this day" which made mason nod " alright let's do it" getting up from your couch grabbing all of your guys things making sure you guys had torches,batteries and of course food.

Locking the front door behind you mason already in the car waiting for you getting into the front seat grabbing your phone out of your pocket Googling to find any abonded asylums, "here's one," showing Mason who was in the front seat about to turn the engine on "what does it say about it?" Clicking on the link "um well they're been a few sighting one about a little boy who roams around the top floor looking for his mummy they've had a clear evp of him. They'res been a lady dressed in white roaming that floor. Maybe that's his mummy?" Looking over to Mason, then your phone again "they're been many sightings, which is a good thing. " Mason nodded, driving towards the destination "well hopefully we don't bring anything home with us, babe. " You nodded, agreeing, looking back down at your phone. Reading another line They'res has been many sightings of poltergeist activity in the attic. Making you a little nervous.

looking up at the window, seeing that you were travelling up a long, slim road slowly pulling up to a massive building. "Well, here we are," Mason looks over at you, slowly getting out of the car and walking towards where he stood mason, grabbing hold of your hand. "Let's find an entrance," you said, turning the flashlight on with your other hand.

Walking towards the building flashing your flash light to the bottom of the windows, Mason points towards a broken window. "we should be able to get in that way." When you were about to reach the window, you heard a stone being thrown inside the room looking warily at mason "what was that?" Shinning your torch inside the room."I don't know here. I'll help you up. " Mason bends down, putting his hands together. Putting the torch in your pants so you can hold the hedge of the windowsill and pushing yourself up with your feet in his hands. Once you were in, you looked around the room, the flashlight on every wall, turning around, helping Mason inside.

Looking around the room, graffiti on every wall, an old hospital bed on the opposite side of the window, a broken wheel chair placed randomly in the middle of the room.

Walking out into the hallway, putting the tape on the door so you know where the exit was .Stepping inside different rooms, still no voices heard or things seen. Going into what seemed to be an old theater room, the walls covered in x-rays an old operating table with the light still hanging over it " this is why I like these places its like people just gotten up and left this place" you told mason Looking around draws still filled with patients folders and more xrays even equipment where the doctors and nurses left them mason looking in each draw also "it is interesting it's just sad how all these things have been left untouched so people can just look into these files even taking them" mason told you. You gave Mason a slight smile, knowing that he founded this more interesting than you thought he would. Grabbing hold of masons hand. "Shall we go upstairs?". Walking towards the bottom of the staircase, hearing two big bangs jumping ever so slightly "um what was that?"

》 part 2

[ratinayellowbandana]

For the prompt thing: Orange 4, or November 17/29?

hi! i sort of took all three and combined them into one with a couple minor changes. thank you so much for suggesting these! I had a lot of fun & I hope you enjoy :)

length: ~700 words

some prompt lists if you're so inclined || my ao3

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Warm sunlight filters through mismatched drapes. One hangs a bit crooked on its mounted branch. A handful of secondhand nails tack the ends to the wall. The orange tartan pattern clashes a bit with the pale green florals of its counterpart, but both somehow fit in this strange liminal space Imogen has come to know as Laudna’s home. 

They’re a ways into the forest at this point, and Imogen is impressed that Laudna even managed to find this spot in the first place. 

The woman herself bustles around excitedly, hastily tidying the living area and straightening a plush, velvety throw pillow. Imogen gets the impression she really wasn’t expecting guests. 

“...and that is why I’ve been banned from the brothel,” Laudna is saying, and Imogen startles back to the conversation.

“Wait, what?” 

Laudna waves her hand. “They had so many! I figured they would hardly miss one–”

“...people?”

“Pillows,” Laudna corrects, “You could hardly fit on the bed. I swear, I could have crawled in and never come out.” 

“Right.” Imogen nods, still a bit perplexed but more occupied by taking in the details of the room. 

A garland of woven flowers curls around the corners and lines the space where the walls meet the ceiling. The plants are long dead and wilted, but they match the rest of the decor perfectly. 

“That took me three days.” Laudna nods approvingly at her work, noticing where Imogen’s gaze has landed. “I suppose it was a bit more, ah, colorful when it was fresh, but I’m rather fond of it all the same.” She resumes her whirlwind, reaching for a metal rod of some sort–it almost looks as if it could be a mangled dagger–to nudge the embers of her hearth back to life. “Tea? I’m afraid it’s all I have at the moment, but I made the blend myself.” A note of pride colors her voice. 

Imogen was brought up with manners, and it’s those manners that keep her from mentioning the stifling summer heat. Tea is not necessarily her drink of choice on a day like today, but she can hardly say no. Not when Laudna is looking at her so earnestly, anxious fingers clearly searching for something to do. 

“Sounds like a dream,” Imogen smiles sincerely. 

“It’s truly the least I can do,” Laudna says, “You saved my life, after all.” 

Imogen’s already heat-flushed face colors further thinking about the incident. Her stomach turns. She hadn’t exactly meant to do anything. She was attuned to the thoughts around her and saw the attack coming a mile away, and then it just…happened. She hadn’t thought about it, only acted. And acting, she learned, meant accidentally felling three grown men with a lightning bolt she didn’t know she could summon. She rubs her palms self-consciously, recalling the sting of electricity. 

“There we are.” Laudna sets two cups on a chopped log she’s been using as a dining table. The edges have been rounded, and the top sanded to a smooth finish. It’s rather remarkable, really, what Laudna has managed to accomplish. 

Imogen tells her so, and Laudna beams. 

“Ah!” She exclaims, “I nearly forgot. Close your eyes; don’t look down.” She stands and scurries back to the shelf housing her assorted ingredients. After listening to her rummage for a moment, Imogen hears her set something on the table. “Alright,” Laudna says, satisfied, “now you can look.” 

A small clay pot sits at the center of the log with a chip taken out of the rim and a stick poking out the top. 

“Honey,” Laudna states gleefully. “I adore a bit with my tea, but the bees get rather angry when you disrupt them, you see, so I rarely find myself in possession. But this is a special occasion, of course.” Her face falls. “I should have asked if you take honey with your tea. Or sugar?”

Imogen cuts her off. “This is lovely,” she promises.

Laudna seems to relax at that.  

“So,” Imogen starts, sipping her tea, “tell me more about how you ended up stealin’ pillows from a brothel?”

[blog-moved-lol]

Yesterday I came to the realization that I currently have 47 OCs that I never use for anything, so I decided to try something new. I'm going to attempt to write a short story every few days or so centering around one of my OCs. I set up two wheels, one full of all my OCs names and one full of types of story(Fluff, funny, romance, spicy, hurt comfort, hurt no comfort, improv, lore, and I might add more as we go on), so the plan is A) Spin the first wheel to determine the main character of the story B) Spin the second wheel to determine what kind of story it is, and then C) Go to my Spotify playlist of my favorite songs and spam the shuffle button a few times, then use the song I get as inspiration for what I'm writing :] I don't know if I'll be able to do this consistently because I'm not very confident in my own writing so I don't tend to enjoy it as much, but I'd like to try.

Today's rolls were:

Main Character: Alistair

Story Type: Improv(AKA I make up whether it's fluff, angst, etc, as I go)

Inspiration Song: Why Didn't You Stop Me? - Mitski

Here we go lol-

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Photograph - OC Stories Day 1

As the sun finally slips beyond the horizon, the forest is bathed in a cold darkness that's occasionally broken by an enchanted torch mounted on the fence or a fairy lantern hanging on the wall. Alistair used to find the dark somewhat unnerving when he worked in the castle, since it was always so bright and sterile in the halls, but since his exile he has gotten used to the comfort it provides. Marilyn had come to his cabin today and the two had worked on some new potions and enchantments for their weaponry, so now Alistair is spending his evening tidying his kitchen of all of the herbs and questionable inventory Marilyn had presented for their experimentation session.

As Alistair goes to place a jar of fireflies back where it belongs on his coffee table, his red eyes are drawn to the photograph of the crown prince he has resting there. Ah, Prince Theseus in all his loveliness.. Alistair trades off the fireflies for the picture, taking a break from cleaning to sit on his couch and observe the photo. His gloved fingers trace gently over the curves of Theseus' face, smiling softly to himself. He feels a pang of emotion, perhaps guilt, in his heart as he thinks about the prince he once served, and his smile falters as he realizes just how long its been since the two have gotten to see each other. Madeline says that Theseus has been doing well, so that's good at least, but Alistair still misses the prince dearly. While yes, he had been Prince Theseus' servant he had also been his lover and partner in life, even if their relationship had been secret due to their different statuses and the King and Queen's beliefs. He wonders if Theseus even looks the same as he used to, with his fluffy blonde hair so perfectly framing his face and his green eyes shining with an almost childlike curiosity. Alistair, of course, looks very different from when he lived in the palace. Would Theseus even find him attractive anymore..?

[sugarcherriess]

I am just dropping in and then saw your event 👀 so I'm thinking tsundere adonis and relentless fool in love hyunjae and the first time tsundere adonis tells him you love him and his reaction 🥺 - 🥛

😡😡😡😡 i made it not soft at all as retaliation because a confession would NEVER go down well between us

Relentless Fool In Love!Hyunjae x Tsundere!Adonis:

cw - smut, very specifically catered to me, please do not proceed, i slap a bitch, yes its in third person, cameos by milk and pup, an ongoing breeding thing, cnc? I don’t know what to call it bc we all know i consent to fucking him more than anything else

The story revolves around a very stupid boy Hyunjae who keeps bothering an orb of spite and hatred named Adonis

He tries his best to make their life a living hell

By acting hot asf but also adorable like how does that WORK?

And being generally the perfect fit for them

And wearing shit that makes Adonis’ blood boil

Because Adonis is just as stupid but their pride is the size of mount everest

But then so is their possessiveness

Anyway thats not the point of this story

Or is it?

Hyunjae has two main minions (affectionate): milk and pup

Milk and pup help Hyunjae’s loser ass try to score Adonis every chance they get

If they don’t get a chance

They make it

Their techniques include:

Texting Adonis about how large Hyunjae’s shoulders are?

Telling Adonis how Hyunjae is the best person to raise a family with

Also finding out personal preferences from big mouth Adonis and snitching to Hyunjae

So Hyunjae can use them against Adonis

“Why the fuck are you going around telling people you’re gonna start a family with me?!”

They slam his dorm room door and burst in uninvited

“Because I am,”

His annoying smile spread on his annoying loser face

“Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to be associated with you around campus?”

Adonis yells in his face

“Thought that was a kink of yours?”

His eyebrow raises in interest

“What?” Adonis asks incredulously, “How could you possibly think that?”

“You’re so easy to read, bunny,”

Adonis is flabbergasted

“Who the fuck said you could call me bunny?”

His smug ass sends a stupid loser smile Adonis’ way

“I have my sources,”

“I will destroy your sources,”

He gasps, scandalised

“You will do no such thing,”

“Watch me,” Adonis spits venomously

“My lovely sources will mention you carrying my babies slightly and you’ll crumble, don’t act so big and bad–“

Adonis shoves him against a wall before he can finish the sentence

“Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“Hmmm,” he puts a finger on his chin and pretends to think, “No!”

“I swear to god, I’ll fix your head on a spear and hang it off the college roof,”

He bends his face to look Adonis in the eye

“So intimate,”

Adonis tells him to shut up again

But ofcourse

He doesn’t

“Admit it. You’re in love with me,”

He fold his arms and leans against the wall

“And why the fuck would I do that?”

“C’mon bunny, I know you wanna be mine. Why do you play so hard to get?”

Adonis would roll their eyes hard enough to risk dislocating them from their socket

“Is that one of the fantasies you use to fuck your hand at night?”

“Not really,” he shrugs, “I mostly think about your mouth on the other end getting stuffed by my cock–“

His face whips to the side from the sheer force of Adonis’ slap and his tooth accidentally cuts his mouth

“You disgusting piece of shit,”

Hyunjae laughs as a bit of blood drips from his lip

“I was told you’re into blood too… nature’s giving you a perfect chance to kiss me,”

Adonis slams his shoulders against the wall again

“I would rather take a shot of snake venom neat and die,”

“Aren’t you full of heat,” Hyunjae giggles mockingly, “We’re perfect for each other,”

“I wouldn’t choose to spend five minutes with you let alone an indefinite eternity,” Adonis scoffs,

Adonis would be all smug and continue

“Besides, I already have my eyes set for Juyeon. I believe his star athlete genes would be perfect for my children,”

Hyunjae’s eyes darken then

He grabs Adonis’ arm and quickly spins them around so their back is to his chest

And their arm is bent in a way that they can’t move without breaking it

“Let me go you fucking freak,”

“Don’t you know how much I love you? Why do you always bring up Juyeon?”

“I said let me go,”

“Never. It pains me to leave your side. You know what I have to do because you won’t let me be with you? I sneak up to your dorms every night and watch you sleep,” He seethes in their ear

Adonis futilely tries to escape his hold

“You know something? Even unconscious, you beg for me. Wanna tell me what that’s all about?”

Adonis whines when he bends their arm more to get a reaction

“You sound exactly like that, begging for me over and over again. Do you dream of my cock? Is it me stuffing your womb full every night?”

Hyunjae wraps his free hand around Adonis’ neck when they begin to shake their head, cutting off their blood supply and making them lightheaded

“It could be your reality if you’d just be a good bunny for once and eat your useless pride,”

“S-stop calling me bunny,”

They’re almost on the verge of passing out

“Why? Does it make your fertile little uterus pulse? Does your pussy widen on its own to welcome my cock? Does your body’s reaction to such a simple term embarrass my baby?”

Adonis’ head falls in shame because it’s true and it’s fucking stupid

He bites their neck hard enough to make them scream

Hyunjae’s hands sneak down to cup their crotch

“I can already feel you drenching your panties. A little birdie named pup told me they’re always pink. Shall I investigate the claim?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before bending them more and ripping away their tights

“So it IS true! So cute!” He coos, infuriating Adonis even more

His hands would be all over their pelvis and thighs

His stupid beautiful hands that caress everything like its made of satin in its most beautiful form

“Touch me and I’ll scream,”

“That’s what I plan to do,” he would reply in a single breath

And continue shredding the unfortunate piece of white tights that showed the bright pink panties underneath anyway

But he just loves being extra doesn’t he

He would push his annoying face into places it should never be in: Adonis’ covered cooch

“Hyunjae get off!”

But he’d just ignore all of their pleads in true Hyunjae fashion and continue onwards

He’d take his time and efforts lapping at their folds through the fabric

He wants Adonis to feel truly filthy

Like he knows they are

Hyunjae would push his tongue into the crevices of their lower half that make way for his appendage like sired vampires

But body parts

His evil ass would stiffen his tongue and play with their clit through their underwear because ofc he knows it’s sensitive 👍🏼

When he’s done being a little bitch with his mouth he’d suck on his fingers and shove them inside the only cavern within his vision

Already braindead Adonis would only be able to cry at the intrusion of his fingers inside them without prep

“I find it personally offensive if any part of you is left unfilled by me,”

“Hyunjae–”

“I know you want this,” he’d push Adonis into the wall so they’re completely suffocated by him, “You can’t bullshit me darling, I know you better than you know yourself,”

“Jaehyun oh my god–“

The pace of his fingers would be brutal leaving Adonis panting and twitching

Their sad little orgasm would be ripped out by his stupid fingers from the deepest pits of hell

“I’m gonna–“

They wouldn’t be able to finish their sentences without shrieking

“Tell me what I wanna hear. I won’t hold your orgasm hostage just stop running from me,”

Adonis may as well be sobbing

“Wha-t… what–ah, what do you want me to s-say?!”

“Tell me you love me. I know you do,”

“Jaehyun,” they’d whine losing their sense of self

“Say it!”

Hyunjae would bark, his patience tested to the max

“I– I can’t,”

Hyunjae would smush his face in their neck, exceeding his speed

“Won’t you be my good little bunny and tell me you love me?”

Milk i hate you for doing this to me

“I do! I love you– oh my god– Iwantyousobad,”

Adonis would cum right then

Both left panting from exhaustion and disbelief

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

“Jaehyunie~”

Yeah Adonis is. They’ve lost it

“What? What does my bunny want?”

“Wan’ your c-cock,”

“My cock? Why do you want it?”

He’d know but being an asshole is a way of life he can not refuse

“Want it to breed me…”

Adonis would probably be incomprehensible at this point

His loud annoying laugh would ring in the entire room

“Where's your bite now huh? Your snarkiness? Where did it go? Did my hand fuck you that dumb that you don’t even remember your pride?”

Adonis would start crying at being teased at such a vulnerable state

And push him away to leave the room

“I k-knew you only wanted to humiliate me! I. I hate you!”

He’d grab their arm and pull them back

Wiping their tears away and cooing at them again

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way, bunny. I just thought I should rub my victory in since you’ve been depriving me from it for so long,” he’d raise an eyebrow bc well. It’s a logical response.

Adonis would still be pouty and upset

But it’s okay

They’d end up with loads of kisses on their wet teary face

“Maybe if you confess again, I’ll breed you the way both of us want?”

“Why? Won’t I get it otherwise?”

“You will but I also need proof of my victory to send to milk and pup,”

“Excuse me??”

“Now,” he’d push the recording button on his phone, “What was it you were babbling to me while I was making your toes curl and legs close with pleasure?”

Goodnight!

[sassenashsworld]

Story from the bar - Preston and Sturges

While the bar was little more than a counter in a ruined house, the origins of the Bar Stories began Sturges and Preston loved to spend some time sipping a beer and giving their impressions of the lady The beginnings of a beautiful tradition

Well, after a quick tour to ensure if all is well in town, I decide to join Sturges and Preston in the kind of game room/bar improvised by the habitants (a few stools around a counter and a fridge for beer) at the entrance to the city. For the occasion, Sturges brings me a pint of oil from the workshop, so I toast with them quietly.

“By the way, Valentine, you never said how you were recruited as this lady’s good doggie. I imagine you have a damn good reason to hang with her all day long like that.”

A synth could choke on its own oil getting dumped like this guy throws me. I place the canister on the counter to take stock. While I was rebuilding, I let my gaze linger on the metal walls that were mounted around the parking lot to make a bar next to a house still full of debris. I’m quick to make this point, by the way.

"She saved my ass, so I promised to help her find her kid." “Wait, she has a kid?”

The expression of the mechanician is priceless. Preston seems to know a little more, but I see very little.

He shakes his head.

"That's why she's standing up, I think. Her husband was killed in the Vault trying to protect little Shaun...wait, if you didn't know...” “The hell we don’t know!" exclaims Preston. “When I questioned her on her motives, she kindly asked me to fuck off. It was by hearing Mama Murphy I was able to understand a snippet.” "Ah, I didn't really get the part about the kid. So that’s why she wants to go to the Glowing Sea?” “Seems to be” reply Preston. “I missed that piece but anyway, you're the one drinking all the old woman's words."

My curiosity is acquired by their exchange, I would even confess this is not at all innocent. The old woman, they must be talking about Mama Murphy. Preston would have heard what the old woman said to Nora? So, he knows this story about the... shining heart.

"Do you know what Mama Murphy told her?"

Sturges leans toward me conspiratorially.

“Little we know. Listen, a chick’s bursting on us, kicking the ass off fifty raiders AND a deathclaw...” “A deathclaw?” "Timeout!" Preston raises his hands to stop us on tack. "If I understand correctly, she didn't tell you about how we were able to find Sanctuary?" “No, among other things. What I know is what you told me the first time we came here. And for your part, she didn't tell you where she was from?" "Nope. And I don't know if it's good to speak about her behind her back." "If she doesn't want it and she find out...brrr."

We share the thrill of Sturges. But precisely, why three men having rolled their hump in the Commonwealth of our time can be so intimidated by a lady from an older era?

I wonder out loud.

“Because she scares shit out of me” exclaims the mechanic again. “She's all shut up ‘bout anything, blasts the skull of anything lookin’ threatening in a bullet no matter the distance and when you snag something triggers an emotional reaction in her...brrr. In my darkest nightmares, I still meet that gaze. You dig?”

Preston nods and then takes a sip of his beer. But this just brings more questions.

“So more importantly; why do we all worship her?”

Preston and Sturges exchange a look, a knowing smile on their lips.

“To start off” the Minuteman begins “she's damn dedicated herself. Not a second look, she launches herself without question to save anyone who seems to need it." “And a damn curvy damzel, eh Garvey! This guy drools when she rolls her ass. While the miss ran and sneak in the street chasing the deathclaw, in Concord, Garvey remained in aw as we saw her little tight blue outfit.” “You really are stupid!” "The show’s worth it." He turns to me. “Just hear me out. When our leader here came back to tell us he had found an ally, I imagined myself as a kind of semi-mutant hearing the cries of agony in the museum. But no! This bomb appears on the doorstep! Worth it! As if the moon goddess were appearing to us on a beautiful fall evening, just like that.” “Yeah, her hair... like silver cascading down her shoulders. Almost magical...”

He sounds almost dreamy, Preston, and I know Sturges is right. He has a crush on the Sole Survivor. I quietly sip my oil as I let them continue, they've gone so well.

“And her voice, so soft, so friendly, so enjoyed. I knew she had a hard time, but it's as if life and her are on an old quarrel. And she is above it all.” “We are still victims of our story, she once told me. That was her explanation when I asked her how she kept her spirits up.” “And morale! She has a concrete morale! She doesn't care as much as her last sock what she can be asked to do." “Do you think something is impossible? Not her. For her part, she moves forward.” “And she moves fast!” (I protest, your honor!) "Step comrade and forward! I didn't have to think a thousand years to decide to name her General. A head like that, that's all, she's made to take the lead.” “With her nerves of steel.” “And her verve!” “Besides, her speeches are served by luscious lips, so our Garvey, he drinks them.” “Enough creepy shit...” "Dare to tell me you'll refuse her flirt if the lady was paying you attention!"

The Minutemen leader sighs deeply.

“Beautiful as silver, cold as steel. Of course, I would be flattered, but even if the lady seems to have everything you need for the thing, dare not touch it."

His tone is clearly a warning directed at me. Too late, friends, I got it. But them, how do they know?

"You seem to know what you're talking about. Have you tried yourself?” “Are you crazy!” "Hell, no! There's one hitch. "

Both Sturges and Preston protest vehemently as if even the thought of it could burn their souls. Sturges resumes his conspiratorial tone by moving even closer to me.

“We saw one try.”

Preston takes off his hat and presses it to his heart in deep mourning, looking infinitely sad. My personal repairer continues in the same tone.

"We don't know where this guy came from. He pretended to be a settler, but he didn't look so innocent. Not at all. Well, we'll never know. Nora and I were setting up our ‘Inn’ when Preston told him to go find her for what he could help out with. She was setting that up.”

He points to the fan above the counter serving as the dim lighting for the room. Our Minuteman takes over in place of his friend.

"He walked right up to her, grabbed her train with the whole hand, saying she had to be careful not to fall." “His exact words, his last words, I must say, were: “Olà, Chick, don't you dare to fall and scrap your face.” “It was almost poetic.”

The two men exchanged a look, hardly retaining their giggles. I can't stop my own amused smile from crossing my lips.

“She took out her gun ‘bam-bam-bam!’ A bullet in each knee then, because he was howling like a Yao Guai, one in the mouth.” “We were all frozen in place. Not we approved what she did but hey, who would have protested?” "And the bitch sheathed without a look for the porridge she had just produced and then she finished screwing the fucking light bulb she was holding in her other hand and 'let the light be!'. She left the place without a word. It was Lung who buried the body, north to the city.” “If you look under your stool, you will still see the traces of dried blood.”

How could I resist? I look down between my legs and I actually see a nice pool of dried blood.

“Nobody cleaned up?” which I ask innocently. “You know, with everything we have to do, and with all the fights we have to hold the place, one spot more or less.” “I would see a carpet” comment Preston. “But at the same time, it reminds us every night we're better keeping our hands in our pockets and our feelings for ourselves around Nora." "Because while it's obvious she's doing good things, she still has no emotions and there's no feelings to appeal to." "We wouldn't have time anyway." "You're disrespecting the lady, that's the last thing you do." “And her dog...”

Again, a shiver runs through them. Sturges resumes.

“Once, Marcy was not in a good mood. She kicked the dog.” “The doctor said he was not a wizard. He was able to sew up the leg and he went with a massive dose of stimpack...” "But she limped for weeks." “And again, she is lucky to be one of her proteges. Nora have given her only a warning. I don't think she would benefit from stepping on the beauty's feet again." “Or kick her dog.”

[stumblngrumbl]

there's a device that's part of the solar power setup on my land

its function is to provide communications between the computer that's mounted with the solar panels and the main power center & batteries which are mounted in my shop not quite 200m away

anyways i got an alert that communications had been lost, went into the shop and looked at the device

which is similar to one of these (there's a pair -one at each end)

they're about 12cm x 2½cm x 18cm

and it was absolutely covered in little ants, little ones about 5-7mm long

i've had ant troubles in the shop before - only in the winter; they're not after food, it's not a cleanliness issue - they're after heat. this device is (unsurprisingly) electric and it provides just the right environment they're looking for - a warm little box with a very small ingress (around the usb port)

i unplugged it, sprayed some orange oil in the general vicinity (ants hate it and it sticks around, basically non-toxic unless you happen to breathe via spiracles and it lands on you) and took it into the kitchen

wiped off the dead ants from the outside and started taking it apart in the kitchen sink

as soon as i got one screw out they started coming out. luckily their bite is barely noticeable - they basically grab your skin but you don't get a pain or even itch, but it's still gross

finally got one end open and tapped the box on the side of the sink and a big chunk of ants fell out and it totally reminded me of this stupid game ad that's non stop showing on tumblr you know this one

anyways down the drain they went, managed to completely clean the device in and out, rinsed it in rubbing alcohol and then let it dry a couple hours by the fire before putting it back together

glad to say everything works again amazingly enough, they hadn't short-circuited anything.

instead of having it on the wall now i have it hanging in mid-air so any ants on the wall (... they're actually in the wall, you can't see them except where they got to the box) won't notice the warm thing.

[bbeelzemon]

pwease don’t rebwog BUT i just HAD to share this.. im SO proud of it.. it looks so clean.. so crisp.. the ship’s hull design is goofy as all shit and i LOVE IT

[extremelyblackandwhite]

ʟᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ

pairing: ares!bucky x aphrodite!reader

warnings: forced arranged marriage, angst, cheating, liberties with greek mythology canon (i.e. i do what i want with the canon), smut (18+), oral (male receiving), worshipping

inspired by the myth of ares and aphrodite’s affair

She’d been gone for a while, a while which was considered too long. The God of Gods had merely thought she was pulling a silly tantrum, still upset over her recent marriage, yet once it came word to him that the mortal world was in shambles for far too long when it came to love and lust, he immediately sent Hermes to fetch the goddess of love from her haven in Sparta. She returned against her will, her beautiful face refusing to contort into any smile as she was brought back to Mount Olympus. She refused to even look at Zeus, merely passing by him without as much of a sign of respect - instead, choosing to play the dutiful wife and walking towards her husband’s palace, yet all she wanted to see was him, James. She couldn’t, she knew she couldn’t so she mainly kept on her merry way towards her husband’s resting place. 

As she walked in, he was once again busy metalworking so she distracted herself with the new weaponry hanged on the walls. From swords crafted of legendary metals to legendary kings, to shields and armour, it was almost as if entering a war without its soldiers. Usually, she would find herself lost in each piece, her fingers tracing the blades softly enough so it wouldn’t break through her skin, yet a familiar piece of metalwork caught her attention. There, hanging on the wall almost like a trophy, a gold and metal arm, the same arm she recognised didn’t belong to this wall. 

      - You’re back early. - her husband finally acknowledged her presence, turning from his work to face her. - Did you get distracted in your travels?

      - That’s James’ arm. - she said, shock painted over her face.

      - I shall not give my work to the undeserving. 

      - Why would he be undeserving? I thought all twelve Olympians were deserving. At least that’s what you said when we married, remember?

      - I respect you, Aphrodite. - she stared at him with an almost angry look, not angry enough it clashed with the vibe she usually put up for people she didn’t trust, but unkind enough to look threatening. - I expect you to respect me as well. 

      - What would James’ arm have anything to do with my respect towards you?

      - I know what you’ve done. 

      - Of course you’d have your lackeys following me around. 

      - You don’t deny it?

      - Why should I? - she crossed her arms, a small tantalising smirk forming on her rose coloured lips. - I just find it funny how you’re allowed to criticise me when you’ve fathered children with several nymphs. 

His facade broke as he grabbed her elbow, keeping her close by, painfully unaware of what she could do. She always thought it best to keep it hidden, but part of her blood boiled once he dared touch her without her permission. She’d given punishments for much less; yet the thought of James and what could happen to her as well as the facade she had to maintain. She had no choice. 

     - You are my wife, you will respect me as such. 

     - I am no such thing. - she shook her elbow off him. - Touch me again and you will wish you hadn’t?

     - And what are you gonna do? 

Her blood boiled over but she avoided a major conflict, instead turning around and exiting her husband’s abode. An aura of blood lust followed her as she passed down Olympus, a fair sight to see such beauty mixed with the need to cause chaos. She couldn’t help it, it was part of her own essence, a daughter of Uranus herself. She continued with her walk, passing all the other deities and small nymphs who merely allowed her to pass by, all gossiping about her affair as if she had been the first goddess who decided to have an extra marital relationship. She hadn’t even been asked if she wanted to be married, she’d just been told.

She made her way towards Ares’ place, entering like a thief and expecting to see him training like he usually did whenever he was not in war. However, she merely saw the swords and bows either on the ground or neatly stored away, and that smell of him, of fire and forest, was nowhere to be sensed. Her expression dropped as her bare feet padded through the sanded arena and further into his resting place. He had to have one of the most interesting resting places of all of Olympus - a massive arena covered with sand surrounded it yet at the centre laid his resting place with soft draped red and golden fabrics covering a bed. Not even while resting was he outside the trait which was the only thing associated with him. Footprints were left in the wet sand as she made her way towards the centre but it was too dark to make up any of him. All she could see was his silhouette. 

    - Don’t come near. - his voice, horse and tired, echoed throughout the arena, stopping her on her path. 

     - It’s me, James. 

     - Then definitely don’t come near. - she still couldn’t see him, but could hear the rustling of the sheets as he turned around, the silhouette of his back facing him. 

     - I’m sorry for leaving without telling you, I ... I had to leave, had to clear my mind. 

      - I could never be angry at you for retreating to your safe place. In all honesty, my goddess, I could never resent you for anything. 

      - Then why won’t you let me see you? - she took a testing step forward but the lights were still dimmed lowly enough she could only see the outline of his body, briefly lit by candle light. 

She hoped he’d let her see him, hoped he’d let her see the face which had been haunting her the past month. Turns out even in Sparta, a place where he wasn’t even worshipped, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. Every warrior reminded her of him and every love sick woman reminded her of her own self. Sometimes, later at night when she was laying in bed, she could hear his moans against her ear and his touch against her skin. And now, now that she was so close to him, it felt even further than before. He sighed, the sound of rustling sheets returning. 

     - I can’t let you see me like this. 

     - It does not matter. - she took yet another step, rebellious to the distance between them. - Please. 

     - I don’t want your memory of me to be tainted, my goddess. Please. - her heart tightened as she heard those words. - I’m sure you’re aware ...

     - I don’t care. Please let me see you. 

     - Are you demanding it? 

     - Yes. 

James didn’t light anymore candles, instead he merely pushed the curtains away, showing his figure to the goddess of beauty herself. A part of him died as her gaze immediately went to the arm which had been stolen to him while he had been asleep. He didn’t look the part, didn’t feel worth of even being looked at by her. No matter how much he’d missed her, and he had missed her, he wished she would’ve remained in Sparta for longer, long enough where he could’ve sorted the problem. 

     - Oh my love ... - there was no hiding from her. It was as if she was feeling every single emotion of his, her pink dress following her as she kneeled in the middle of his parted legs. 

Her hands cupped his face, her eyes filled with both sweetness for the man she love and ire as if she were ready to fight any negative ideas. Her touch alone was enough to lighten his spirits, but as he looked to the place where his missing limb should’ve laid, that guilty returned. Her thumb carefully rubbed his cheek in circles as she leaned up to kiss him. He swore he didn’t deserve it and she swore she was wicked by forsaking her own marriage bounds - but if it feel so right, how could it be wrong? She’s supposed to know better as the goddess of love, but she didn’t. None of them knew better. 

     - You could never taint my memory. - she whispered against his lips, her forehead against his. - I’m so sorry. 

     - I want to hold you. - his voice trembled as he attempted to wrap his arms around the woman he loved, but found himself unsuccessful. - I can’t ... I can’t hold you. 

     - I can. - she climbed on top of his lap, her arms wrapping around as much of him as she could. Her head leaned against what was left of his shoulder, trying to take as much memory from his as she could. - I can always hold you. 

She turned her head towards him, meeting his lips yet once more. It wasn’t angry or desperate like their other meetings had been, it was soft and filled with sadness as if they were to merely disintegrate in their own sorrow if they were to stop kissing. However, they eventually broke off the kiss, her eyes meeting his azure ones before she started to kiss down his neck.

He let out a soft groan as she paid particular attention to his sweet spot, her teeth softly nibbling and sucking at the spot as her hands made do of his linen clothing, pushing them away from his body. James was just stunning to her, the pure picture of beauty and sensuality all together - her hands ran down his torso, a path which her lips followed until she reached his Adonis’ belt. 

    - You don’t have to do that. - he spoke as her eyes looked up at him. 

    - I want to. Why don’t you let me worship you, this time?

He groaned as he felt her warm lips cross over his mound of hair and kiss down his erected dick which had became hard the moment she sat on his lap. She kissed down to his tip, her tongue flattening against it, collecting the salty pre cum on her tongue. Her eyes sparkled up, looking devilishly at him, the specimen of manly virility. 

    - Don’t ... don’t tease. - his voice broke as she licked a stripe up his cock, her hands foundling his balls. 

She took him in her mouth, his tip resting heavy against her tongue as she took him further. He threw his head back, an animalistic groan exiting his throat. She smirked, hollowing her cheeks around him. James swore he was in heaven as she took him further, her small hands gripping whatever didn’t fit past those beautiful rose coloured lips. 

    - Shit, Y/N ... fuck ... - his hand gripped the edge of the bed, not wanting to hurt her. He started to thrust in and out of her mouth, using her like his own toy as her soft lips rubbed against the texture of his cock.

He looked down at her, her eyes watering as she attempted to continue with her pace, her free hand gripping at his thigh and his nails racking down the toned, tanned skin. His movements turned animalistic as his hand moved from the edge of the bed to grip her hair.

   - Hm ... fuck! - he whined, his grip on her hair unforgivable as her moans vibrated against his cock. - Fuck, love ... my god ...

She knew he was close, his cock twitching as he came inside her mouth, his cum coating her tongue and tastebuds while some dripped down the side of her lips. She swallowed all she could, her thumb rubbing what laid her face and bringing it to her tongue before she climbed back in bed, her arms wrapped around him. 

   - We could run away. - she said in delirium. 

   - It’d never work. - he kissed her forehead. - Who would do your duties?

   - Hera. 

   - My mother can barely keep her marriage afloat. - that seemed to put a smile on her face. 

   - Then what do we do?

   - Every month we run to Sparta and forget of what’s ahead. 

   - Something’s ahead, isn’t it?

   - Don’t worry. - she cuddled against him. - We’ll worry when it comes. 

   - It’s gonna be bad isn’t it?

   - It’s gonna be disastrous, my goddess.

[judeswhore]

no.11 with mason from the prompt list?

enjoy a little bit of jealous sexual tension mase! also ive written two versions of this since more than one person requested it, the second version should be up some time tomorrow

tension - mason mount

"(Y/N), you barely even know the guy." Mason's grumble of complain travels through the wall between you bedroom and bathroom and you find yourself rolling your eyes as you finish blotting your lipstick.

"That's the whole point of dates, Mase. You go on them so you can get to know people. Surely you're not that far out of the game yet." You drop the piece of tissue you'd been using into the bin by the sink, checking your reflection in the mirror again.

"I'm not out of the game. I just think it's weird that you met him on Tinder and now you're going to some random club with him. Do you know how many women die because of their Tinder dates?" You pull open the bathroom door, gaze landing immediately on your best friend. Mason is sprawled out across the centre your bed, your old tatty Donald Duck teddy clutched to his chest. He's glaring up at the ceiling, brows pulled together in an angry line.

"I'm not going to die. He's really nice."

"Ted Bundy was really nice." You hear him mumble as you slide open your wardrobe. He watches you from his place on the bed, fingers clenching and unclenching in the fabric of the duck plush toy while you flick through your dresses trying to decide which to wear.

Mason thinks you're an idiot. Not in the grand scheme of things just in the fact that you're even going on a date with this guy. He doesn't really think you're going to get murdered and he knows how Tinder dates work, he'd attempted his fair share in the past but he was pissed. Pissed that you were going on a date in the first place. A date with a guy who wasn't him. How many more hints did he need to drop before you realised how devastatingly in love with you he is?

"Are you seriously comparing my date to Ted Bundy? That's a new one, even for you." You tug two dresses from the their hangers. You feel as though you're playing a dangerous game with Mason. Its like an extra sexually tense game of tug of war, you see the way he looks at you when he thinks you can't see and the way his hands linger on your waist a lot longer than they need to. But he's not making any move and you certainly won't be the one to do it. You've been doing this dance with him for almost two years and if he wants it he's just going to have to take it for himself.

But is he doing that? No. He's acting like a child comparing a guy you find relatively attractive to a fucking serial killer.

"I'm just saying, his profile might say one thing and you might think he's nice but then you meet him and you find out he goes to furry conventions or has dead people in his freezer." You send him a deadpan expression when you finally turn back around, two dresses held in either hand, one black, one red.

"Stop talking. Okay which one should I wear?" Mason doesn't care because he's not going sit and tell you which dress is going to make some random prick want to rip your underwear off. But now he's thinking about that black, spaghetti strap dress and the way it clings to all your curves and his mouth has gone sandpaper dry and he wants to strangle whoever this Tinder guy is that thinks he's worth even a second of your time. You wiggle the dresses impatiently. "Mason." God, do you have to say his name like that?

"The black one." His voice is rough and you send him a concerned glance as you throw your red dress at him, grinning at the glare he sends you when he pulls the material off his face.

"Hang that back up for me."

"Yes, your majesty, anything else you want doing?"

"Yeah, you can find my nude heels for me, you know the ones you bought me for my birthday?" You saunter into the bathroom before he can answer but you can almost feel the feet of his gaze through the door. Maybe telling him you're going to wear a gift from him on your first date with a potential murderer will finally put a battery into him.

You shuffle out of your joggers and shirt, throwing them down into the hamper before wiggling your dress on, it's tight and sticks to your body like a second skin but even you have to admit it makes you look hot. The only problem is the zipper you can't reach at the back. You huff out a sigh, yanking the bathroom door back open and stepping out, hand clutched over your boobs to ensure they don't fall out.

Mason is still rifling through your wardrobe but he stops dead when he sees you, eyes latching on to the bare skin of your legs. You stand in silence as his gaze sweeps over you, agonising seconds of waiting for his eyes to meet yours and when they finally do the look in them has you wondering why he hasn't just ripped your clothes off yet.

"Zip me up? I can't reach the back." Mason nods almost numbly as he pushes himself up, wiping his palms down the front of his joggers. He thought you were trying to kill him by telling him you'd wear the heels he bought for some other guy but it's clear that this was the big finale.

You turn yourself around, swiping your hair over one shoulder and wait for him, your body tensing when you feel him stop not even a hairs breadth away from you. You can feel the heat from his body burning into your skin but you still shiver when you feel his breath brush over the top of your ear. His fingers clasp the little black zipper and his free hand moves to rest on your waist, a branded mark against your skin almost as if he's wanting to leave his hand print behind when you're with another man. But you can't think about any other man when you feel the soft feather light brush of his fingers along your spine.

His fingers are cold but they spread a fire out on your body from every point of contact, his knuckles purposefully dragging along your skin in a way that has your knees going weak. He’s being slow, tauntingly slow and you know he’s teasing you just don’t know whether he’s finally going to make a move.

“This is my favourite dress, y’know. You always look stunning when you wear it.” Your breath hitches in your throat, your heart slamming into your rib cage. He’s still only halfway done with your zipper, the hand on your waist, sliding to span his fingers along your stomach. “Don’t go on that date.” His words are brushed against your neck, his lips hovering over the sensitive skin.

You hear the low sound in the back of your throat as you slide your own hand over the one he’s resting on your stomach. His lips press a single kiss to your bare shoulder, fingers toying with the zipper that’s just millimetres away from the top.

“Mase,” Your voice is breathless and you sound as though you’ve run a mile, you can feel your palms slicking with sweat when Mason drops another kiss to the back of your neck, finally pulling the zipper up fully.

“Don’t go on that date, (Y/N).” He repeats, voice a low command. You spin in his arms, head tilting back so you can catch his gaze and your heart fumbles even more.

“Why?” His thumb traces the corner of your mouth.

“You know why.” He’s drawing closer to you, the backs of his fingers brushing over your collarbone.

“I already told you he’s not going to murder me.” Mason narrows his eyes at you, lifting his hands to your jaw, cupping it softly and bringing your mouth close to his. His breath fans against your lips and your entire body feels like it’s encased in flames. He’s staring straight at you, eyes blazing a fire right through to your heart.

“You know that’s not why.” He’s so close that his lips brush yours, the soft tease of a kiss and it has you shivering in anticipation, fingers wrapping in the material of his shirt.

“Say it then.” You whisper, bumping your nose once with his as your eyes drop closed. His lips brush yours again but firmer this time before he’s full blown kissing you, hands threading into your hair while he pushes you back against the bedroom wall.

His mouth is hot and feverish, everything you’d always imagined it to be and more. He lightly nips at your bottom lip and slides his tongue against yours, groaning low in the back of his throat when you push up and against him. His delayed reply is pressed into your throat, right where he can feel your pulse pounding.

“Because you’re supposed to be mine.”

[lee--felix]

It’s A Manual, Obviously | Masterlist | Pairing: mechanic!San x gn!reader Word Count: 2k Genre: Suggestive Warnings: Sexual innuendos, profanity, little bit of dom!San energy if you’re looking for it, use of she/her but it’s referring to the car and not the reader, light bickering/name calling, use of “sweetheart” A/n: I don’t know if I’m more mad at myself for coming up with this idea, or y’all for getting enough notes on my post to make me write it. Filthy sinners, all of ya. Here’s your greasy boy San. I have a limited knowledge of car repair so some of this is entirely made up lmao. If someone wants to write a smut based on this, I will absolutely read it. Please like/reblog if you enjoyed it! tags: @hopexclouds @wooyoungsbae @wtfyunho @yungisstar1117 @jenossslut @maarkcraft @yunkiwii @nymeriaaa @troy-on-sea @hjsraccoon @dazzling-lightzzz @sanraes @baguette-atiny (please message me to be added/removed from this list at any time) --------- Head mechanic, a title you once held with so much pride. Working on cars had truly been your passion for years, but you were on to bigger and better things in life. That’s not to say that working on cars was a bad thing... just that you had grown out of it over the years. You preferred to take your car into your old shop to watch the boys work, particularly the head mechanic that replaced you, Choi San. Normally you would cautiously watch from afar while your former coworkers tuned up minor things, trusting that they wouldn’t screw anything up as they had proven their skills to you multiple times. Today, though, was a perfect day to do some closer boy-watching... and you were going to see what this San person could really do.

Your garage had a couple different cars to choose from, but you picked the one that was in quite a state of disrepair. There were more things wrong with it than you could count, and you’d be surprised if it even made the drive there. It had been a project car that you abandoned when your schedule became too hectic to bother with it. It still had quite a few tricks up its sleeve, but you wanted to see if you could really test this new head mechanics skills. Luckily, you had already let your former coworkers know that you were coming and that you specifically wanted San freed up for the day. The only promise? They couldn’t tell him why he needed to be free all day. ----- “Wooyoung, can you pull that car inside for me?” San called as you handed the keys over to the front attendant. You smirked, knowing full well that Wooyoung couldn’t touch that car. “Uh... Sannie, I can’t do that.” Wooyoung replied, eyeing you down as you made your way into the large garage to watch the first mistake San would make today. “What? Why-” “It’s a manual, obviously.” You cut him off, pointing to the work order hanging by the door. “The only tech you have that can drive a stick shift is Yunho.” A smirk took your lips quicker than you expected as you hid most of your expression behind your sunglasses. Always check the paperwork first, you never know what you might be dealing with. If a car is broken enough that it can’t be properly driven into the shop, you’ll destroy it by trying. “(your name)?” San’s voice was more smug than you would’ve liked it to be. “I’ve heard a lot about you. So I finally get to meet you in person, and work on your car?” He smiled a daringly smug smile, taking the keys from the rack mounted to the wall. “Yunho’s not here today, guess I’ll have to do it myself.” You watched him through the tinted lenses of your sunglasses, listening very closely for any dropped gears or the telltale signs of stalling the engine. It was all too common for newer stick shift drivers to miscalculate the timing on the clutch and stall it out. Much to your satisfaction (and a bit of disappointment at not being able to taunt him about it), he got the car safely into the garage and onto the lift. Being such a gentleman, he didn’t even slam the door. Just rocked it gently closed with the lightest thump. “So what am I doing to her today?” His voice was light and airy, almost cheerful to be at your service. This was a trap, but you weren’t entirely sure how. Either he was more confident than he should be, or he was skilled enough to be certain he would impress you. Either way it made your blood boil in an oddly satisfying way. “The better question would be, what aren’t you doing to her today?” You chuckled. “Lets see.. you could start with brakes and rotors, oh and you might as well replace those calipers too. They’re looking pretty bad these days. Fuel injectors could use a cleaning.” You snapped the gum you had been chewing, trying to think of what all you really wanted to see him do. These were just basic things that anyone here should be able to do... how could you really put him on the spot? “Oh, of course, there’s a weird electrical problem going on. I’ve checked the alternator, it’s definitely not that. Probably trace the wires back and see if there’s damage, or maybe an issue with the fuses? Dash lights keep flashing erratically at random intervals.” His eyes had never left yours as you spoke to him, hoping all the information was getting in. He nodded, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. “I’ll do everything in that order, including flushing the brake fluid since we’re replacing calipers.” He smirked at you, hoping to have caught you slipping up but you were always a step ahead. “Well of course, that’s standard when you replace calipers. If I have to specify that it needs done, then you’re not following the proper steps.” You blew a small bubble with your gum, letting it loudly pop before gathering it back up with your tongue. “I’ve got all day, you can stand here and admire me for as long as you want. But I’d suggest you get started if you want it to still be daylight by the time you’re done.” The other boys snickered and laughed at your attitude, remembering the tough time you gave all of them when they were training with you. San scoffed playfully, turning his attention to your car. As he made sure the lift was properly secured, he reached for the button to start it. But of course, you had something to say about that as well. “Watch the neon underglows, sweetheart, they probably cost more than your car is worth.” You called out. “Break them and you’ll owe me a new set.” You pointed to the delicate neon tubes running along the underbody. Genuine neons were not only rare, but extremely delicate. So delicate, in fact, that you could only drive this car 3 or 4 months out of the year before risking the tubes shattering due to temperature change. LED versions would have been more practical, but you wanted to be extra for once. “That’s why I secured the lift on a secondary anchor spot instead of the main one that you covered up.” San shot back at you, lifting the car to the desired height. “Better hope they’re not causing your electrical problem or I’ll just have to take them off.” He continued, grabbing some tools and screwing the lug nuts off your tires. You laughed under your breath, knowing those tires were probably stuck on there way too well. He’d have quite the time getting them off. As you watched him struggle with the tire, you couldn’t help but push your sunglasses down your nose to get a better view. His arms were shiny with sweat and speckled with black spots of oil and grease. His muscles bulging and straining as he hopelessly tugged at the stuck tire. Sighing in frustration, he grabbed an old tire sitting in the corner of the garage and beat it against your tire, trying to shake it loose from its chokehold on the axle. No such luck, it was as stuck as ever. Just as you were about to make a suggestion, he let out a frustrated grunt that made you shut your mouth so fast you didn’t even realize you had it open in the first place. “Jongho! Come help me with this!” The youngest teammate walked over, laughing at a struggling San. Together, the two boys braced their shoulders on the front of the tire, San holding his hand above his head to catch it. “One, two, three- fuck!” They both slammed their body weight into the tire, causing it to wobble off the supports and nearly take them both out as he struggled to catch it. Once he had ahold of it, he let it slide down his arm, leaving a greasy trail behind it before it bounced onto the concrete. The entire brake job went so smoothly that you couldn’t even make a sarcastic remark if you tried. He had very clearly done this hundreds of times, going so far as to multitask two tires at a time while giving commands to the other boys to fetch him parts and tools. All the while, he made sure to look back and confirm that you were watching, often making a face at you and turning around before you could say anything. Cleaning the fuel injectors was pretty straightforward and hands-off. Just disconnect the gas, hook up the cleaner, run the car through the cycle. As he watched the engine churning under the hood while he waited, he leaned back against the nearby counter. His back arched as he flung his head backwards, trying to appear as though he was just stretching out his spine. His muscles tensed again as he pulled his arms up to stretch them, giving a slightly forced yawn before shaking his head and looking over at you. Hearing the engine wind down, he quickly licked his bottom lip before turning back to the car and disconnecting everything. That was a sight you needed to calm down from for a moment. “So this electrical problem...” San started, snapping you completely out of your daydreaming about his tongue. “Anything that triggers it?” “Not that I can tell.” You got up from your seat on the cold concrete, confidently walking over to the car as if you hadn’t just been imagining him... ah, don’t think about it. He can see it in your face. Focus. He dug his hands down into the engine bay, tracing various wires lightly with his fingers, feeling for any stripped or damaged wiring. He mumbled to himself, giving you a subtle look every once in a while as he made his way up and down the brightly colored plastic casings. Upon finding the wires in perfect shape, he pulled open the fuse box. “Fuse 32.” You stated without giving the fuse box another look. You had them memorized. You had everything about this car completely memorized, right down to the- “Fuse 34.” San’s smug voice had returned, swiftly correcting you with another lick of his lips. Fuck, stop doing that. As you hovered over the box, fingers tracing every small plastic fuse, you realized he was absolutely correct. Everyone in the garage paused in their work, holding their breath at the stern correction. Nobody had ever copped an attitude like that with you before, and you loved it. “Right... fuse 34. You’re correct, my mistake.” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, returning to their work but chattering under their breath about how it was so rare for you to make such a mistake. “They switched the fuses in this model only, I can see how it’s easy to get them confused. Especially if you haven’t done this for years.” A devilish grin spread across his face as he pulled the faulty fuse and tossed it into the garbage, replacing it with a new one. He pulled out his phone, tapping a few buttons before turning the screen to you. “But don’t worry, I’ll pretend you were right the first time if you give me your number.” You almost choked on your gum at just how smooth that actually was. Laughing, you typed your number into his phone and handed it back. “Smooth.” You commented, helping him unlatch the hood and push it shut. His hair was sticking to the sweat on his forehead, oil stains beginning to melt in the salty mixture. Suddenly, he slipped a finger under your chin, harshly pulling it up to meet his almost demonic gaze. “Why don’t you come by tonight? We’ll see how... enthusiastic... you are about a stick shift.”