#he’s fun to me in a different way than alon

[kurzuha]

SOAKED

PAIRING brothers best friend!jake x fem!reader | wc: 3.7k

SYNOPSIS your brother’s best friend can never get you alone. that’s why he won’t miss an opportunity— even if your brother’s on the other side of the walls.

WARNINGS smut, smut under the influence, jealousy

NOTES i apologize for the writing! this is recycled from my nct blog @/taexoxosgf. It’s old and i’m too lazy to rewrite it 💁🏻‍♀️

“So, how’s your big bro’s parties? It’s better than frat parties huh?” Jay dangles the red cup charged with alcohol in front of your face just for you to swat away in annoyance. “No musty bathrooms and paint peeling off the walls! Woooooooo!” 

You’re going to have to have a jolly time cleaning his vomit in the morning. “Stop drinking you little shit. I’m not gonna take care of you tomorrow, just so you know.” 

He does a little dance that has you suppressing a laugh, “The night is still young!  Loosen up a little!  Won’t stop until you’re having as much fun as me!” Your brother is so out of it, that he bumps into a million corners of the home and an attendee urges him to the couch. 

“Actually… I’m not feeling so good,” he shushes the person helping before scurrying out of the main room. 

“Oh my god,” you pinch the sides of your nose bridge, unable to understand how Jay’s motto is always all or nothing. 

You're nothing near Jay's level of intoxication, and whether it's the devil on your shoulder or the drink, you want Jake.  Excruciatingly so.  Whoever claimed that drinking hypnotized you to act like a bitch in heat wasn't lying. It's more than true now that you know he's nearby– wanting to look for the focus of your thoughts because if he wasn't going to make a move tonight, you would.   

“Y/n?”  a familiar voice calls you, prompting you to turn around. 

“Hoon? Oh my god! How are you?” you’re instinctively bringing your arms out for a hug and he’s quick to immediately accept. 

You both went to high school together before he left for university thousands of miles away.  Sunghoon still texts you now and then, but due to the time difference, you both never had the opportunity to catch up properly.  

“Not doing too bad.  It’s so good to finally talk face-to-face babe, holy shit,” he chuckles.  

“How’s the East Coast?  Did you find a girlfriend at Columbia yet?” 

“Nah, you know me.  Girls there are way too preppy for me.  Plus, I can’t stand another minute of freshmen thinking they’re living through Gossip Girl,” he jokingly gags.

“Hey! Don’t hate.  That show was ahead of its time,” you raise a brow.

“It IS! But I’m talking about the people acting as if they were a part of the show themselves.  Like come on, you were probably five when it came out!” he exclaims.  

​​"Fair enough," you nod and an idea flashes across your mind as you speak. "You know who you should go for?" 

“Who?” he shifts closer, genuinely curious.  

You wave towards you as another way of telling him to step even closer and cup your hand behind his ear before whispering, “Jiwon.”

“What?! There’s no way!” he steps away, not expecting you would say your best friend’s name.  

“Come on! You guys would look so hot together!  What’s so ‘no way’ about that idea?” 

Your old friend momentarily pauses, like he didn’t know what kind of question you asked.  “She’d never go for me.”  

“What? She used to have a crush on you!  You were always around different girls so she never made a move,” you affirm.  “You know how she was in high school,” you remind him of the girl who was once afraid to step out of her comfort zone.  

“Are you serious? There’s no way that’s true! You’re straight up lying to my face right now,” he groans, looking as if he was going through a mental crisis due to the news.  

“I swear on my Loubitons that it’s true! Just talk to her,” you point to the back door. “She’s in the backyard.  I’m sure she would love to catch up.”

He brings a hand to his chin, soothingly rubbing with his index, “You do love those shoes…”  

“More than myself, so come on! The times ticking!” you press him further, and his eyes light up when he realizes the words you’re feeding him might actually be true.  

“You know what, fuck it.”

“That’s what I like to hear! Acting like a true alpha male!” you jump up and down, probably with more excitement than he has.  

He chuckles at your words, “Okay. Okay.  Let’s hang out and catch up this week.  Let me know when you’re free.” 

“Okay now go!” you try not to hold him back longer than he needs to be.  

“I”m go-” 

Before you can properly bid goodbye, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you away towards the narrow hallway of the home.  

You see it’s Jake after checking, and he’s definitely on a mission by the way he doesn’t utter a word.  Instead, he drags you through the hallway and finally halts his steps at the sign of your bedroom door.  

“Jake, what are you doing?” 

He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t let up on your wrist, and definitely doesn’t spare you a glance until you’re both in the room with the door shut behind your back.  It’s virtually pitch black in the room, and the only light source is the hallway lights illuminating underneath the crack of the door.  

Jake finally lets go of your wrist when it’s just you two in the small space, and he brings that same arm above your head to anchor himself.  

“Jake.”

“Y/n,” his voice comes out playfully hoarse.  This was just what you wanted.  He’s right here on a silver platter and you hadn’t even come close to building the courage to approach him first. 

Too bad you love to act dumb for the hell of it. 

“What are you doing?” your eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, noticing how close his face was to yours.  It was the perfect opportunity.  Jay was probably passed out along with the loud music all throughout the house.  There’s no way anyone could hear a thing from inside the room.

“Just wanted you to myself,” he comments.  You can smell the alcohol on his lips, assuming it was the reason behind his impatience– but don’t think he’s drunk due to his coherent speech and careful movements.  

“You have me to yourself now.  So what is it?” you gloat, acting as if you don’t notice how hard he’s pressing into the door behind you. 

“Sorry, I took you away from your little boyfriend.  Look’s like you guys were having fun,” the irritated tone of his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you.  Even in the darkness, you can see the way he clenches his jaw following the statement. 

You roll your eyes in order to suppress a grin and the alcohol influences you to push even further,  “Hoon isn’t my boyfriend.  He’s just an old friend.  Remember him?”  

He notices the hint of playfulness in your eyes, wanting to just fuck it out of you.  But he’s waited too long to do this, and there have been too many interrupted moments, so he leans into patience for resolve.  “Oh, I must have missed something babe.”  

You shift your face closer to him to prove your point once again, “He calls everyone that!  Go up to him, he’ll literally call you babe.”

“Hmm,” Jake hums.  “Should I call him Hoon too?”  

Your eyes shoot to his plushy lips, his jealousy turning you on,  but you don’t back down just yet, “If you heard that, then you must’ve heard the part where I told him to go for Jiwon.”  

“I checked out the moment you were calling each other pet names, baby,” he leans his hips against you, eyes evident with desire even in the darkness.  

“Well, it’s definitely different coming from you,” you give him what he wants to hear, but it’s ultimately the truth.  

Jake pulls back just to lean down against your ear, “Different, how?” 

It’s like he knows the power he has over you when he’s using that tone, including the fact that you feel him between your legs only slightly hard.  It’s definitely bigger than you previously thought, the excitement shooting to your core,  “I’m not spelling it out for you, baby.” 

The name has him bringing his face back to where it was before, cocking a brow.  “Don’t do that.” 

“Don’t do what?” 

“Play games.  Don’t fuck with me because if you are, I’m gonna lose it,” he seethes, all control previously displayed being lost in an instant.  

You began narrowing the gap between the two of you even more, your noses brushing against each other.  Jake falters slightly as you do so, his hand landing on your hip.  He's noticeably less in control than when he initially encircled you in the room, taking in every inch of you as you jut your hips forward.  

He groans, struggling to keep up with what you've been doing.  

"I'm not fucking with you," you say, holding his chin with your thumb and index finger, tilting his head and maintaining eye contact. "Just giving you what you want Jaeyun."

Jake doesn’t know how you tempt while looking so innocent. If he’s being honest with himself, he never holds a sliver of command when you’re present.  “You’re hot as fuck,” he mutters.  

"You're hotter," you smile, and your lips nearly touch at the movement.  

“Don’t call me that name unless you can put your money where your mouth is.” 

“I know where I’d like to put my mouth,” you smirk and the ribbon of control Jake has been holding onto so dearly snaps.

You're grinning ear to ear, but it's short-lived when Jake grabs your nape and collides his lips on yours. You've never been kissed like this in your entire existence, and you simply want to drown in him. You press your mouth harder on his, and he responds by placing his entire weight against your body. The buzzing all over your body sobers you, and you notice the piercing on the corner of his mouth.

 The silver metal grazing over your lips provides a cold sensation to the scorching atmosphere, and you push down a moan at the feeling.  

He’s such a good kisser, it surprises you but doesn’t at the same time.  The boy you used to know was so different than the one in front of you now. 

When you set your arms around his neck to play with his locks, he grabs a hold of your waist. You're drowning, arching your back to relieve the tension in your body as the kiss deepens.  Jake licks your lips, and you easily accept his tongue. His tongue dances with yours, getting sloppier by the minute, ready to rip each other's clothes off.  

He taps the back of your leg with his hand, signaling for you to jump.  You do so without breaking contact with his lips, and he smiles against yours.  The taste of alcohol in his mouth ignites something within you, along with the scent of his washed hair intertwined with the cologne he’s wearing.

Jake slowly sets you down against the mattress, slotting himself between your legs before he pulls back for air. “You look submissive as fuck right now.  Is that what you’re into?  Being dominated?” he purrs, fingers playing with the waistline of your pants.  

“Only if you like to dominate.”  

The switch in his head flips, and he uses one hand to unzip your jeans to slowly run his fingers over your clothed clit.  Your toes curl at the sudden pressure to your sensitive core that's been begging to be touched.  The thin material of your panties doesn’t do much to shield his touch, but one thing’s for sure, if it feels this good, you can’t imagine how it’d feel when it’s not just a tease.

“Fuck,” you pant, moving your hands underneath Jake’s shirt.  

“What?” he asks, moving down to your neck.  The sensation of his warm tongue against your neck has your skin igniting goosebumps all over.  “I can’t hear you.  Already falling apart?”  

“N-no,” you stutter, knowing damn well that anything done to you will be the actual end.  It seems like he wants to win the moment he brings his red and swollen lips back onto yours, sparing any niceties.  He’s smothering you, ruthlessly kissing you to no end.  But when you become lost in his lips once again,  Jake slips his hand underneath the band of your underwear to touch your pussy head-on. 

“Jake,” you whine against his mouth. 

Of course, he doesn’t let up, circling your bud, knowing exactly where to touch you even though this is the first time you’ve done this with him. It’s nothing, but feels like so much, your thighs attempting to close around his hand.  

He’s still attacking your mouth with his, fingers trailing in an up-and-down motion between your folds.  It surprises you, and you moan against his mouth, unable to maintain the same pattern with your lips. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he lets go of your mouth with a pop, groaning at the arousal coating his fingers.  

“Please, Jake. I need you,” you whimper, unable to take any more of the mere seconds of pleasure he’s giving you. You don’t even look down as he slides your pants off along with your panties in one motion. He tsks, lowly enunciating a small, “So impatient.” 

Without anything in the way, he doesn’t waste time plunging his fingers into your pussy, groaning at the way the muscle tightly clamps around his fingers– and it shoots straight down to your core, never getting enough of how deep his voice is.  

The pleasure you’ve been trying to grasp is finally reached, a gasp spilling from your lips once he curls his fingers inside you.  Your hands have found their way to his back, fingers digging deep into his skin and he hisses at the slight pain.  

“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs against your ear while his fingers begin to speed up in pace.  You’re bucking your hips up, wanting to meet him halfway in order to reach euphoria.  “I w-want it,” you cry.  

“Want what?” he asks, voice too soft for the motions he’s enacting.  

“Want you.  Want you so bad,” you moan, throwing your head back when he hits a certain spot.  It feels too good to stop, and every part of your body tingles at the pleasure. 

You want to sob at the feeling it brings you, his fingers, mercilessly driving in and out of your cunt, while his thumb circles your clit. Your stomach feels tight from all the stimulation, and his body pressed against yours makes you feel hot all over.  What you don’t notice is Jake’s watching every movement on your facial features, loving the way your brows scrunch and how your pretty lips open up every time he hits a certain spot.  

The band in your lower abdomen is on the verge of snapping, and the fact that he's above you doesn't help.  Jake's hair still falls perfectly, occasionally brushing the tip of his nose.  He’s so fucking hot, you can’t hold back.  You can't stop the orgasm from reaching your body simply by the way he feels on your body and looks above you.  

“P-please,” you beg. 

At the feeling of your pussy tightening around your fingers,  he digs into your cheek, bringing your face back towards his.  “Come on, you can do it.  Cum,” he demands.  

“F-fuck! I-I’m gonna–” you scream, body convulsing as your orgasm washes over you.  He doesn’t stop his movements until you’re whining for him to stop.  Pulling his coated fingers out, just to bring it to his lips.  

As the climactic high wears off, your body becomes limp, but the image of Jake bringing his plump lips to wrap around his fingers leaves you wanting more.  You nearly squeak when he groans at the taste, letting go of his fingers with a pop. "Mmm," Jake moans.  "You taste so good."

“Here, have a taste baby,” he smirks, bringing those same digits to swipe motions at your core. You whimper at the sensitivity, the buzzing feeling still present. “Open,” he commands.  

You listen, sticking out your tongue for him to insert them into your mouth.  The wet muscle swirls around his fingers, finally closing around them, and you gag when he presses further into your mouth, teasing your throat.  “Good girl.” 

It’s so arousing that you intend to get up from your original position beneath him, but he catches your wrists and pins them over your head to keep you in place.  Maybe it's the unfulfilled horniness from all the other times he’s tried to get you under him, but it's got you whining and squirming beneath him for his tolerance.  “Fuck, it’s like you knew this was gonna happen,” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off your body.  

His hot breath fans against your face, “Did you?” He begins to trace the contours of your body, slipping underneath your shirt on his way up.  “No,” it’s a weak response, body twitching when he starts massaging your breasts.  You had just experienced an unearthly orgasm, but every action of his causes your cunt to clench around nothing, and it’s only once out of a million times since he walked through the door.  

“Just fuck me,” you plead, feeling his thick cock prodding at the side of your thigh.  

“You sure?” he asks once more for confirmation.

“Yes, now hurry,” your whine turns into a pout, and he chuckles at your impatience.  

“Do you have a condom in your room?”

“Fuck no, I’m on birth control.”  He groans at the information, already quick to tug his cock out of its confines.  

And just like that, Jake slowly inches his cock into you. “Oh,” you cry at the fullness.  He’s stretching you out so well, and the slight burn just adds fuel to the fire.  

“Holy shit,” he sighs.  “You’re so tight,” to ease the tightness, his fingers are already making their way back to your bud, circling in slow motions, “Relax for me pretty.” 

You nod, eyes rolling back into your head when he slowly begins to move.  “Fffuck,” he curses, his grip moving to your waist the moment your legs instinctively wrap around his.  He feels so fucking good inside you and you regret with every ounce of your being you both didn’t do this sooner.  You should’ve jumped him when you had the chance because fuck.  How are you going to stop now?  “You feel so fucking good,” he groans at the sensation.  

“J–ake,” you moan, “Faster.”  Your walls clench around his hard cock dragging against your walls, speeding up in pace and you fully lose it. The lewd sounds of skin slapping echo through the bedroom, and Jake just swallows your pour of moans.  He eventually listens to your request, practically nailing you into the mattress.  It feels so good,  the sounds coming from him, the feel of his cock pulling out, leaving the tip, just to roughly thrust back inside.  You don’t know how much more you can take.  

The thin silver chain he always wears around his neck dangles right before your eyes, and even in your fucked out state, you can’t stop looking at him.  The sweat on his forehead causes the front pieces to stick, the glow of sex already peeking through.  “This is what you get,” he spits, but you can tell he’s slightly holding back. “This is what you get for all the times you fucking ran away.  When I could’ve fucked you dumb like you want.” 

Jake’s name was the only thing coherent as he drills into you, squealing at a particular thrust of his hips.  He’s so deep inside you, tip faintly against your cervix.  “You’re cock’s s-so big,” you gasp, tears blurring your vision.  The higher the tension builds in your stomach, the more Jake continues to destroy you.  “Jake, fuck!”

“You like it hard huh?  Want me to make your pussy mine?”  His dirty words only have you holding onto him tighter, digging the heel of your feet into his spine. It’s too bad you can’t respond, your brain a puddle of mush at this point, cock going too fast for you to think about anything else.  The bed frame knocks against the walls as the bed shakes but there’s no room to worry about that.  Especially when he’s hitting every spot inside you perfectly.  

“Answer me,”  he grunts as your moans grow higher in pitch, unable to take it much longer.  

“Y-yes, it’s a-all yours,” your body jolts after every movement, carving pleasure all over his skin. The thread that holds on for dear life is on the verge of snapping, and you wail before your second orgasm can send you crashing down.  

It was so easy for Jake to slide in and out of your pussy, your dripping arousal coating his cock perfectly.  “Ja–” you attempt to warn him, but he already made his way back to your clit, pressing rough circles.  You begin to babble random sounds,  unable to form coherent words when he’s impaling you.  

“Yes!” A shriek tears itself from your throat at your orgasm, and your toes curl at the high that takes over you yet again tonight. Your body spasms, and your mind stuck in a haze when he continues stuffing your achy cunt with him.  

“Holy shit,” it’s almost impossible for Jake to keep going when you’re clamping down on him like a vice, keeping him from completely being able to leave. 

“Inside, cum inside, Jake,” you plead when his hips begin to stutter.  After a few more thrusts, he fully moans, painting your insides. “Fuck,” It feels even more full than before, if that was even possible and you whimper from the overstimulation from the last few movements.  After his orgasm is at its resolution, he slumps into your form, not bothering to pull out. 

You’re both just lying there trying to catch your breath, and it’s somewhat serene.  The music combined with the vague sound of murmurs could be heard from outside and that’s when you remember that there were indeed a bunch of individuals present too.  Maybe they heard you guys fucking, and Jake seems to have similar thoughts when he raises his head to murmur something.  “I forgot to lock the door.” 

Your eyes shoot wide open in response, “What? Are you serious?  Someone could walk in to you butt-ass naked!”  

You’re actually alarmed, but he just stares back at you, his mouth turning into a wide grin. “Nah, I’m just playin',” he laughs. 

You chuckle along with him, playfully slapping his shoulder because of his unseriousness.  “You’re so annoying.” 

“Get used to it baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

[machveil]

CoD Headcanon: Parallel Play

self indulgent? oh yes lol today I bring you my parallel play headcanons with: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, and König!

tw: innuendos with John

context: parallel play is often seen with kids - where they ‘play’ without interacting (I’m sitting with my blocks, you’re sitting with your Barbie - we’re playing near each other, but not directly with each other). it can carry over into adults though, of course, since it is just a form of interaction

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon doesn’t really know about the term parallel play, but he does do it. if he’s just gotten back from deployment, or he just needs some him time, he’ll do his own thing. that said, he does like to be able to see you so he’ll stay in the same room as you

he’s perfectly content watching a game on the couch while you scroll on your phone. he’s a big fan of comfortable silence between the two of you. he’ll check in sometimes with a, “How’re ya doin’, lovie?”, or asking what you’re looking at

he doesn’t specifically seek it out otherwise. if you need some time to yourself he understands. if you want him to leave the room he will… but he’ll be just outside the room. if he wants to be near you but you’re not in the mood he’ll drag a chair towards the room you’re in. he’ll grab his phone and sit outside the door while he waits for you to come out

if you bring it up later he pretends he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, “Hm? I was just relaxing, nothin’ more.”

John “Soap” MacTavish:

you like your personal space, so does John! you can do whatever you want, just know he’s going to come up behind you. you’re reading a book on an armchair? he’ll sit on the floor between your legs and poke around his phone - he wouldn’t mind poking around elsewhere though. you’re watching tv in bed? no problem, John will just take a nap next to you… he’ll just drape an arm and leg over you. course, he wouldn’t mind delaying the nap if you want to pay attention to him

he just likes touching you and being close. he’d rather be in your personal bubble while you’re doing something. granted, he knows when to back off. if you actually need a moment to yourself he’ll sulk, but he leaves the room. he tries his best to leave you alone but he’ll come back every five minutes asking questions, “Need a water? I can grab you a— nah? Okay.”, “Where’d you wan’ to eat tonight? I can make a reservation.”, or, “Hey, cannae find the remote, seen it?”

if you really, desperately need alone time your best bet is sending him off on errands or locking the door to the room you’re in. he’s a sweetheart, but he feels he’s doing his absolute best when giving you attention. I mean, when you give him attention it makes his problems go away for a while, he just wants to do that for you

he means well, but he wants to do stuff around you. besides, he’d have more fun partaking in a different type of parallel play…

König:

a man that knows what parallel play is, no doubt. he looked it up as an adult because he felt weird about not wanting to interact with people… but wanting to be near them? absolutely relieved to find out it’s a thing other people feel

not that he doesn’t like doing things with you, he absolutely does, but his go-to way of interacting with people in parallel play. he can read his little history book while you do your own hobbies. he likes a comfortable distance, you can sit on your bed, he’ll sit on a chair in the corner of your room

is so happy if you enjoy parallel play because it’s always comforted him. he used to do it a lot throughout his childhood and teen years, more often than not simply being in the same room as his mother. when it came to other kids? he was too awkward to approach them, and he felt comfortable just being near them (before problems surrounding his height and appearance came up)

of course, he wouldn’t mind if you sat with each other too, “Hm? Ja, come here, liebling. You can sit with me.”

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

seems like deja vu to me p2

pair: Fred Weasley x reader

requested by anonymous

Please write a sequel for seems like deja vu to me I need to read about them ending up together

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The next few days at Grimmauld Place were no different—Fred was relentless, always finding new ways to show off or tease Y/N. But now, she found herself noticing more than she had before. His laugh wasn’t just loud and annoying; it was contagious. His constant jokes weren’t a bother—they made her smile when no one was looking. And the way his eyes gleamed whenever he tried to impress her? Well, maybe she liked that more than she let on.

One afternoon, Y/N was in the kitchen, reading quietly, when Fred strolled in, humming to himself. He didn’t notice her at first, but when he did, his face lit up like he’d found exactly what he was looking for.

“Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see.”

She raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her growing smile. “Oh, really? Why’s that?”

Fred leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, a playful smirk on his face. “I’ve been working on a new invention. Thought you might want to be the first to test it out.”

Y/N set her book down, feigning disinterest. “And why would I want to do that?”

Fred’s smirk didn’t falter. “Because, darling, I have a feeling you’ll be impressed. And I know you’ve been dying to admit that you’re impressed by me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was no hiding the way her lips twitched upwards. “Fred, you’re delusional.”

He took a step closer, lowering his voice in that cheeky, conspiratorial way of his. “Come on, just admit it. I’m starting to think you like me.”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “You think very highly of yourself, don’t you?”

Fred’s grin only grew wider, and he leaned in even closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “You have no idea.”

For the first time, Y/N didn’t pull away. Instead, she glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. “And what if I do?”

Fred blinked, surprised for a moment, before his grin turned into a full-on smile, the mischievous glint in his eyes softening just a bit. “Well then,” he said, voice still teasing, “I guess we’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we?”

Y/N’s heart raced, but she refused to let him see her falter. “Oh? And what exactly do you suggest?”

Before Fred could respond, someone cleared their throat from the doorway. Both of them whipped around to see Sirius standing there, arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face. “Am I interrupting something?”

Y/N’s face flushed instantly, but Fred, of course, just shot Sirius a wink. “Not at all. Just talking about how Y/N here might have a soft spot for me.”

Sirius laughed, shaking his head. “Well, I guess James and Lily really have been reincarnated.”

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands as Fred chuckled beside her.

The teasing didn’t stop, but over the next few days, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Fred. He toned down the jokes—just a little—and they started talking more. Really talking. She’d always known Fred was fun and lighthearted, but she hadn’t realized just how much depth he had. Beneath the constant teasing and jokes, there was someone who cared deeply for his family, for his friends—and, it seemed, for her.

One evening, they were alone again in the drawing room, the fire casting a soft glow over the room. Fred was sprawled out on the couch, and Y/N was sitting on the armchair, pretending to read.

“Hey,” Fred said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Y/N looked up from her book. “Hmm?”

Fred sat up, his usual grin replaced with something a little more serious. “I wasn’t joking, you know.”

She frowned, confused. “About what?”

“About liking you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and for once, she didn’t have a witty comeback ready. She just stared at him, trying to process the fact that Fred Weasley—Fred, the biggest goofball she knew—was being completely serious.

Fred rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little nervous for the first time since she’d met him. “I just… I know I’m a bit much sometimes. But I like you, Y/N. A lot. And I just thought… well, maybe you feel the same.”

Y/N closed her book, standing up and walking over to the couch. She sat down beside him, her heart pounding in her chest. “You’re not too much, Fred.”

Fred’s eyes flickered with surprise. “Really?”

She nodded, feeling a little shy herself now. “Yeah. And… I might like you too.”

Fred’s grin returned in full force, and before she could say another word, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “You know,” he said, his voice teasing again, “I always knew I’d win you over.”

Y/N laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re impossible.”

Fred chuckled, pressing a light kiss to her temple. “But you love it.”

She sighed, but she was smiling as she snuggled closer to him. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

And for the first time, Fred didn’t need to say anything. They just sat there, wrapped up in each other, with the fire crackling softly beside them.

Maybe Remus and Sirius had been right all along.

[nevermorgue]

ms hayley ! !! do you have hc's for how eulalie would interact with the misfit's cast? I feel like she'd get along with them all save for Montresor and will but I need eulalie content 🙏🏻

omg hiii. I think you meant to say annabel’s team because you brought up monty but I GOT YOU. I got you.

With Annabel

- Annabel finds her very odd. She is a bit bothered by how unpredictable Eulalie can be with her blunt words and tendency to not properly understand all social cues. Annabel Lee is a woman used to talking to people that are playing the game she is, so this is not something she is used to. - Eulalie is very perceptive, much to Annabel Lee's dismay. She notices when Annabel is mildly irritated by the way her eyebrows shift on her face. - Eulalie asks Annabel to give her doll curls like her. She does not (and cannot). - Annabel is horrified to see Eulalie putting two different tea bags into one cup. She wants to see what the flavors taste like together. - Eulalie isn't terrible at chess. Not on Annabel's level, but she doesn't mind playing against her. - Eulalie asks her one day why she's mean. Annabel simply responds with "Think me mean if you wish, I am simply surviving." Then Eulalie says something like "What is the point in surviving if you're all alone by the end?" She bites her tongue. She cannot tell Eulalie that she will never be alone as long as she has Lenore.

With Ada

- Honestly I think this could go both ways.

- Ada calls her creepy and finds her weird, but she doesn’t really dislike her company.

- Eulalie thinks she’s pretty! She likes touching Ada’s hair bow.

- Asks to borrow said hair bow. Ada only agrees because someone wanting to look like her NEVER happens.

- Ada is jealous of her singing voice.

- Eulalie mentions something about the length of the small intestine and Ada feels sick She just remembers an ax to the stomach.

- Eulalie tells her that she’s pretty a lot and Ada gets kinda mad bc she assumes Eulalie is lying to her because of her tone/the way she speaks.

- “Why would you think you’re not pretty?”

“Empty flattery will not get you anywhere with me!”

“It’s not empty. It’s quite full, really. You are pretty.”

- And she just struggles to believe it internally because compared to Annabel she doesn’t really feel pretty. But of course she just haughtily laughs and goes like “I know! Finally, you took notice!”

With Prospero - An unlikely duo. Eulalie is interested in his medical knowledge. He is mildly concerned about how much she knows about the human body despite having no medical career. - Eulalie's humming kinda reminds him of his mother. He'd rather die than say that. - She claims that he is mean too, but not as mean as Annabel. He takes mild offense. - She tries to curl a piece of her hair around her finger and put it in front of her face to copy his hairstyle. - Reading buddies. She'll blurt out a random fun fact about bones or something and he'll nod and add one of his own. Freaks. - Eulalie insists that when he's with her, all the "survival games" are set aside. She can tell it stresses him out. His hands tense up when he holds objects, and it's obvious even with the gloves. He's a jaw clencher too. With Montresor - As good as you'd expect it to be, really. - He calls her 'little miss' because she's anything but little. She literally would not care if it were anyone else but him. - He yanks at her sleeves because they're long and easy to grab. - "Why is everyone with great hair so mean?" "Aw, that's real kind of ya to say, little miss." "You’re horrible.”

- He tries to like intimidate her with close contact but she’s almost his height. Plus, she just doesn’t respond to that sort of thing.

- I think they’d be really interesting actually. He’s been compared to the devil, is considered demonic…and she has an interest in the occult. Imagine that.

With Will

- Honestly, not as bad as you might first think.

- She sort of pities him, but not really. He knows the choices he makes are bad.

- She’s happy to share things with him if he stares for a while. He’ll never dare ask for something, just kinda stare like a puppy until it’s offered. She won’t be cruel for no reason.

- She actually likes hearing about his writing journals.

- Will starts to instinctively study her face and body to learn how to become her even though he has no reason to. She can tell by the way he mumbles her words after she speaks sometimes.

- They’ll be sitting in silence and she’ll suddenly ask him what his loneliness feels like. Like uncomfortable questions that he can’t/doesn’t want to answer. But his reaction is enough of an answer.

- Allows him to turn into her so she can braid his hair.

[luvnami]

not a glory hole! - chapter 12

an | and we're back to the light hearted bits of the fic! we're a little over halfway through this series... this has been really fun to write. let's finish it together!!! mlist

cw | mdni (18+)

it’s been two months since the original sheet-mask incident. the doctor told ushijima that he could stop using his crutches, but to continue with his physical therapy and stretches at home. it would still take a while until he was back to his original strength and flexibility. 

you really didn’t have to accompany ushijima on his hospital trip. you argued that as the one who caused his injury, it was only proper that you tagged along. it’s not like ushijima minded. he intended to get some groceries after the appointment and you were more than happy to follow him there too.

“these look delicious!” you point at a packet of hamburg meat, a red ‘on sale’ label stuck on the cling film. 

ushijima looks over. he holds a basket in one hand, filled with an assortment of fruits and vegetables. he nods. those hamburgs do look rather enticing. he thinks of the different ways he can cook them; stewed sounds good for dinner tonight. 

the supermarket must’ve been trying to get rid of the hamburgs quickly, considering how they’re bundled in packets of 10. ushijima has a fairly large appetite. his calorie intake is more than the average person to maintain his weight and muscle mass, but even he can’t finish a 10-pack hamburg by himself. maybe bokuto could, though. atsumu once compared bokuto to kirby after he had inhaled an entire buffet of grilled meat. 

“that’s too much for you to finish alone,” ushijima says. 

stewed hamburg sounds really delicious, though. a small part of him grows dejected at the thought of a hamburg-less dinner. maybe he’ll settle for grilled chicken. 

but… 

stewed hamburg…

his face crumples. 

“why don’t we split it?” you suggest. “if it’s too much for one person, two people should be fine!”

suddenly, all is well in the world. why hadn’t he thought of that earlier?

ushijima nods a little too fervently. you laugh as he grabs the hamburg meat and places it in his basket alongside his broccoli, carrots, and apples. 

if it’s too much for one person, two people should be fine!

the only time ushijima can ever remembering sharing food was back when he was still a child, unable to finish a full meal all alone. 

it feels nice. this, feels nice. 

“i’m going to make stewed hamburg for dinner,” ushijima says. “it’s very simple and delicious.”

“oh, that sounds great! make some for me too!”

you totter alongside him, a bright smile on your face. some chips, instant noodles, and a packet of yogurt bumps around in your own basket. 

under the bright lights of the grocery store, ushijima thinks he could get used to having you around. 

[autisticlalna]

don’t have the braincells to do anything with this, so i figure i could just throw this out there for, like. the five people who’d know what this is.

anyway: sbk shadow people au 👀?

YOU HAVE GIVEN ME INFINITE POWER

a quick recap of what Shadow People AU is: alternate universe where 1.15, on top of everythin else it Actually added, included a poorly-documented new mechanic where you could summon a black-and-yellow shadow copy of yourself. if you killed your shadow you would get a copy of everything you had in your inventory when you summoned it, but it would also be stronger with each death. if a shadow dies enough times, they can evolve to the point of being able to strategize, to build, and to communicate. oops! theyre self-aware!

there's a lot more to it than that, but ill explain as we go. because my favorite thing to do ever is apply this concept to different mcyt series and explore what might happen, and ive been toying with makin a variant for sbk. SO LETS GOOOOOOO

Viking would use his shadow to dupe materials and as an extra hand when buildin farms, so his shadow would develop to be more work-focused i think. zeroes in hard on a task and will not give up until its done. leave him alone he's got Shit To Do. either Viking gives him a cool mythology name, he continues the season nicknamin scheme to match Summertime, or Avid calls him somethin dumb and it sticks.

Vintage gets Antique. bottom text. i can actually just point at Antique as-is and go "yeah that's her shadow" LMAO. recolor the colored bits yellow and give her her eyes back and Antique is good to go. fun fact: the only* thing that can kill a shadow is their summoner or another shadow. run.

(* theres more than that but this post is already pretty long. spau is Big.)

Ruby is probably where we first run into the idea of "entity corruption", because god knows whats going on with Cherruby. basically if you've gotten corrupted by an entity in any way (eg Scar and Cub havin Vex magic, Watcher Grian, Karl Jacobs gettin put in the time travel blender), that bleeds over to your shadow and can cause... problems. i have a lot of thoughts about how this applies to TSMP specifically, but im squintin at Cherruby going what is your deal because there is SOMETHING messin with zhem and whatever it is is gonna mess with xis shadow too.

Avid would not risk havin a shadow. the most obvious reason is bc his shadow would be Super corrupted bc of basically everythin that happened in Nightmares, but the actual reason is that it would look like Avoid and that would freak Avid out too much :,D

rose suggested Marmalade would have the Old Shadows and OOGHGHHHHH FUCK . that goes hard. basically there's an associated dimension called the Shadowlands, and you can royally screw up your shadow's data by goin there before theyve finished forming for the first time. the outcome is a maxed-out shadow with a god complex that is capable of whatever you think its capable of. Marm might've drawn a connection between the Shadowlands and the Void, tried to use it as another way to get down to the Limbo border when the Void wasn't lettin her in, and instead got the Abyss equivalent. probably just named Void because of initially assuming theyre an extension of the Void itself.

Trog would be the runner-up for the Old Shadows, i think, but also they probably thought about it and went "nah" and forgot to warn anyone else that thats a thing. continues the trend with my Trog hcs of lookin perfectly normal and Not Being Normal At All. not entity corruption, just, like. corruption corruption. somethin broke here.

wait lmao i just realized something really funny and its that Fool's shadow would literally just look like him but all shadow-y. bc Fool already normally has the yellow/gold cracks. solar probably will have more ideas on what to do with this guy but i am proudly announcing that it is now Two Of Them Thursday

i cant decide if Leon's shadow shows signs of ender-ification before he does, or if he stays Completely Normal while Leon mutates. the latter is probably more interestin bc shadows gettin messed with is a pretty common trait in the au so havin a situation of "the shadow is normal while their summoner gets more and more fucked up" is fun. also: shitpost incarnate. this penguin cannot be stopped by any mortal means

i dont know how the tube thing would affect the shadows, is the fun part. like, "mechanically" the way the shadows work is they're tied to playerdata, so the likely idea is that Cloneby would have Cherruby's shadow. that's fun and fucked up!

fun side note: shadows are ground bound. they can do the kingdom hearts heartless thing of going flat to travel up surfaces and fit through spaces but they cannot jump over gaps. skyblock is maybe the worst experience for a shadow ever LMAO

[theondnonly]

it's only been 3-4 days and I still am in a break but holy moly bro, the Zerum with Sebastian situation is mad crazy.

usually I avoid drama in fandom, but I think I should give a piece of opinion this time. Why are y'all so mad that Sebastian is canonly married? Or is that even what y'all are mad with at this point? I get it, Zerum made a lot of "irritated" choices, but Sebastian is still rightfully HERS and still is HER character, if she wants him to be taken, then so be it, the fact that she have to deal with many hate and d3@th thr3@t over wanting HER character to be taken/not single,it is insane.

I do not want to sugarcoated or take sides either, what she did is unprofessional and immature, but I still don't think she deserves to be treated so badly by the fandom. "But Zerum doesn't want us to self-ship with her character!!!! She doesn't want us to have fun!!!" Last time I checked, Zerum doesn't want to have selfship IN THE DISCORD SERVER, and if you're on the server, follow the rules or just simply leave? You can still post it freely on any platform (take this as a grain of salt tho since my memory isn't the best, feel free to tell me if I'm talking stupid)

and who cares if he's married, bro y'all can literally make an AU where he is still single and a silly fish guy who sells items for the expandable like I did, it's not that difficult, use your brain come on. I see people make AUs, change a character's design/personality, and ship them with someone from a different fandom, nobody will bait an eyes

last thing, I'm sick and tired of people seeing one small misinformation about Zerum, and immediately agree on it just to hate on her, friendly reminder she's still human, she has feelings too, and maybe a lot of irl problem, can we please be a decent human and leave her alone? She is gatekeeping HER character, not murdering someone.

I do not agree with Zerum's choices, but I still wish her the best after everything, she doesn't deserve to be ridiculed imo, I know this isn't gonna change much, but a tiny voice is better than being silent forever.

I apologize if this is a long rant/post and the wording is hard to read btw, I'm not good with writing or make a lot of sense out of it, but I hope you get what I'm trying to say

TLDR : Zerum's action is immature, sure, but the way the fandom treats her over a fictional character is stupid.

[ahotmesswithprivilege]

Happy Ever After - Chapter 5

paring: Jake Seresin x female!librarian!reader

wordcount: ca. 5800

synopsis: When Javy signed up his best friend for a dating website it was quickly dubbed the "stupidest idea in the history of fucking drunk fever dream ideas" and none of the Dagger Squad had expected it to lead somewhere, let alone to Hangman entering a museum on his own volition. That's where he'll meet his chaotic librarian for the first time and even though things are not as they seemed, he is happy that they are the way they are.

note: I had an outline for a scene in the museum including a bunch of infodump rants about different pieces but I couldn't bring myself to write that so yeah 🤷🏻 That's why I cut it and because I thought that it would have been more filler than anything else. I hope you still enjoy the slow pace this is having. Now we can enjoy those two idiots (very affectionate) trying to figure out how to communicate and how to be around one another. Much fun.

And if anyone knows someone who is more graphically capable who would like to help a girl out here, I'd greatly appreciate the pointers or else I'll probably use the same 3 gifs every chapter XD

Trigger Warning (for the entire series. Things can be added over time. If I forgot something or you want me to add to the list, my inbox is wide open. You are responsible for your media consumption, proceed with caution, you know the drill): kind of arranged date situation, talk of mental illness (depression and suicid*l ideation are mentioned specifically here) and disability, disabled!reader, plus-size!reader, service dog, accessibility issues, body shaming (self and others), self-deprecation, cursing, non-canon (not even sure if this is canon compliant so, take that as you will), nsfw/smut (later chapters), written by a non-native speaker, not beta read, reader is addressed by her nickname Belle (she's got the books, she's got the beast and she's got the kind heart), probably classifies as soft!Jake Seresin but you'll be the judge of that.

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Jake is not surprised when he sees the chain with the dog tags around the guy's neck, but he sure as hell is disappointed. He wasn't above pulling rank on other people on base or putting the fear of god in some idiot at the Hard Deck but he drew the line at women and children. He swore an oath to protect this country and its values and harassing innocents was surely not part of that. But on the bright side of things, his rank at least shut the guy up for long enough so security could get their act together and get the man out of the building.

He heaves a sigh, muscles relaxing as he turns back to check in on you but you are nowhere to be seen. Eyes flittering around in panic he’s searching for you until he sees you sitting on the floor in a small alcove next to a bust of some 18th-century moneybags who probably donated big time to the museum or something along the lines. You are resting your head against the marble wall and your service dog sits in your lap, his head resting on your shoulder while your fingers are buried in his fur. When he stepped a little closer he could see the marks of tears running down your cheeks.

Fuck this was bad and he had no fucking clue what he was supposed to do right now. It's not like there was a protocol he could follow or points on a list to cross off. At least none he was aware of. His focus had been all on you when he heard muttering and as soon as he looked back over his shoulder, he saw people who had gathered, staring at you, one even having her phone out. She wasn’t really filming you, right? God, why were people like this?

He straightened his back as he turned around, making sure that he was towering at his full height over them as he walked towards them. "Ok, people. Party is over", he spread out his arms, almost herding them away from you, following the woman with the phone. "Ma'am", she froze, the guilt on her face surely showing that she knew that she had done something wrong. "I want you to delete whatever footage you have taken right here and I will have to insist that I see the proof", he's in full-fledged officer mode right now and considering the look on his face it was no surprise that she just dropped the phone in his hand. After deleting the video and checking if there were any more, he handed it back to her. "I am trusting that this is not saved in some cloud. If it is, you better delete it. If I see it online I will have no qualms about finding you and holding you accountable for it, have I made myself clear?", his voice is dripping with authority. "Yes, Sir" "Good. Have a nice afternoon, Ma'am", he nods at her before he turns around and his focus zeros back in on you.

You still hear the blood rushing in your ears and your heart hammering in your chest when you feel Vakarian manoeuvring you back against the wall and you just follow. He knew before you even realised how lightheaded you were after this shit show and so he brought you to a safe space to sit down. You plop down on the floor, the cool marble against your back is a nasty feeling, but you have bigger problems right now. Vakarian gets into your lap, putting his weight on you and resting his head against your shoulder. It was not as comfortable as him laying on your chest but considering where you were, sitting was the much better option. Your fingers automatically start tangling in his fur, petting and scratching him to calm your heart rate and slow down the racing thoughts in your brain.  

Hangman watches the scene, trusting that it's not the first time your furry companion has done this and the longer you sit there, the more your breathing evened out. He crouched down in front of you, strategically placing himself in between you and the room full of people to make sure that all someone could film now was his backside and when he saw you move your head as if you start taking in your surroundings, he couldn't help the wave of relief washing over him. "Is there anything I can do for you, Ma'am? Someone to call?", he asked, that charming smile on his lips and you just shook your head.

Now that your breathing had calmed down Vakarian got up from your lap and pulled the emergency water bottle from your backpack to drop it in your lap. Even after 6 years of him by your side it never fails to amaze you how good he is at this. God, you were thankful to have someone like him by your side. "Thanks", your voice is really rough and raspy and you need the drink if you want to even get a single remotely coherent sentence out of your mouth.

You take the bottle and open it, that's when the light catches on your ring Jake cannot help but stare. The silver ring on your left index finger, the perfectly manicured red nails, the sunglasses you wore even on a rainy day inside the building... "Belle?"

Your eyes shoot up to meet his for a second, the intense green gaze makes your eyes flitter away again and you look for something different to focus on and choose the silvery metal of his dog tags. And then you nod, gulping down some water before you close the bottle, nails nervously clacking against the plastic.

Jake is utterly perplexed but the more his eyes are wandering over your frame the more puzzle pieces fall into place. The shirt that stretches over your chest reads "Save some brain cells. Read a book", you always said that you carry too much shit around and you showed up with a backpack that is stuffed to a degree it barely closes. It all makes perfect sense.

It is right there when you see how shocked he is that it dawns on you. You never told him. You remember thinking while writing that first answer that you should let him know he'd meet Vakarian anyway because he's your service dog. But you didn't and now he's not only here meeting a woman he never saw before but also a woman with a disability he did not sign up for. And you lied to him. Well you didn't lie, you just didn't give him all the facts, but at the end of the day, it's the same.

"I'm sorry", your voice is quiet as your gaze moves from his chest down to the water bottle, nails drumming a rhythm against the plastic. "I wanted to tell you in my reply to the first message that you'd meet Vakarian no matter what because he's my service dog, but I got so carried away that I forgot. Usually, I double and triple-check everything but this time...", you are trailing off and Jake can see how much this weighs on you. "This is not what you signed up for, so I could...", you begin but he shakes his head and places his hand over yours, forcing your eyes back up to him. "It's ok" "No, it's not. First I don't send you a picture and then..." "Belle stop", his voice is soft and it brings tears to your eyes to think that this wonderful man was here because you strung him along by withholding crucial information.

"You are the woman who wrote to me, right? The woman who asked me to come to the museum with her to see the riad they rebuilt here. The woman who wrote me a borderline essay-length message on the nightmare that's resizing those patterns for the adapted scale. The woman who checked in with me if I needed a transcript of the first voice message she sent in case I couldn't deal with the audio. The woman who argued for two hours with a homophobic asshole about his inquiry to ban a children's book about a gay bunny and when said book magically disappeared you not only bought a new one out of pocket, you made a bulk order for the English and Spanish version you probably spent almost a month's wage on to bring it to your library and others in the area", you nod as you stare at him with wide eyes. You never really told him the last part. Well yes, you said that the homophobic ass was annoying and you sent him a picture of you unpacking the order and said you couldn't wait to donate them, but those were small snippets, more footnotes than part of the real conversation and yet, he not only noticed but it mattered enough for him to remember. "Good. Because that's the woman I came here for", his smile is blinding and you feel how he gently squeezes your hand and you choke up again with tears in your eyes.

"Come. I'm gonna bring you home", his voice is soft and when you look up at him like a deer caught in headlight and shaking your head he stops in his tracks. "You already got the tickets", you point at the exhibit guide and the tickets he used as a bookmark on the floor next to him.

He came early to have everything prepared because this mattered to him. Meeting you mattered and that asshole and your brain had to fuck you over like that. "You'll be surprised but they actually sell these", he points behind him to the counter and gives you a wink. It's his attempt at making a joke, at lightening the mood knowing this was something that not only weighed on you because of the asshole who had cornered you but also because you felt guilty for everything that happened before. "But..." "Belle two museum tickets are not gonna break my bank account. I'll even manage two more this month so if you need the break after what just happened, then I'll gladly bring you here again when you feel like you are ready"

You take a deep breath and check in with Vakarian who is lying right next to you. Most of the time you cannot feel what's going on with your body before it's too late, so he is the best way for you to gauge where you are standing with this. And he seems calm, almost relaxed with his head on your thigh.

Jake follows your gaze and sees the way you study your dog. He doesn't know what you need help with exactly and what the dog can do for you, but he does know that he's a lifeline to you, so he waits there calm and quiet until you focus back on him, eyes glued on his dog tags.

"I'm fine, Jake. And I don't just say that because I really really wanna see the exhibit with you", your fingers are tangled in Vakarian's fur, scratching him right behind his ear the way he loves it most, prompting him to thump a hind leg onto the marble floor and it makes you chuckle. "He wouldn't be like this otherwise", and that's when Jake realises that your dog is not just for crowd control and to calm you down, but he's your barometer. He's the indicator that tells you how you are doing, so Jake makes a mental note to check in with your furry companion on the regular while he's around. "You sure" "Yeah. Never trust me with anything I say about my state", you smile gently as you look back down at Vakarian,"But the floof is always right" "Good. Anything I need to know? Any rules to play by?" You ponder for a moment before you look back over to him, your eyes not meeting his. "All in all you did pretty stellar so far. Let Vakarian do his thing, make sure no one bothers us and I do have a tendency to ignore his alerts because I think it's not that bad and then I crash so it would be nice if you could give me a pointer" He nods. "Any boundaries to keep in mind?" You bite down on your lower lip, attempting to find a way to put things into words without sounding like you don't want to be here with him or you try to push him away. "Touch can be difficult, especially with people I don't know well. Also, people getting too close in general. Vakarian is really good with crowd control, but sometimes", you shrug," And eye contact is difficult. It's one of the reasons why I wear the shades. That and the fact I feel like someone is pointing a stage light right in my face if I don't" The more he learns, the more he realises that this will not be a normal date and pretty much everything he's ever learned about those is worthless around you. This is a whole new adventure and it's as exciting as it is daunting and he had never been the kind of man to back down from a good challenge. "And it might take a bit until I can answer a question or that I have to ask if I got something right. It’s not that I don’t care enough to listen or ignore you. My brain just has a tendency to run 100 miles an hour with 10 different trains of thought and I struggle to keep up sometimes" "Good. I'll try my best to keep these in mind", he says, giving you a gentle smile before he gets up from his crouching position and reaches out his hand to you. An offer you know he wouldn't fault you for not taking but you miss the feeling of his large hand taking yours, so you take it, even if it makes you a bit uncomfortable too, setting off a whole new train of thought full of doubts that you had no business having.

Your legs are a little wobbly when you get back onto your feet, causing you to crash into his chest. "Careful Belle", he whispers and you cannot help the flush on your cheeks as you hold onto his arm and the other hand pressed flat against the plains of his abs. You take a deep breath while your eyes wander over his face. With your sunglasses on you feel safe enough to do so. There is no social norm or expectation of how long it is appropriate to look if he doesn't even know you are looking, right? "Didn't have a chance to wear these in a while", you point down at the boots with the cuban heels, "I'm usually more of a hiking boot kinda gal"

Jake nods, thankful for every little puzzle piece he finds out about you. His eyes wander from your feet up your calves, over the poofy circle skirt you are wearing up the shirt with the quote and the cute owl with glasses that holds an open book over your neck and stops at your face. He wished he could see your eyes, wondering what colour they are and if you are eying him up too. If you like what you see now that he's right in front of you in person. The thought of you in hiking boots makes him smile and he hopes that he'll get a chance to see you wearing them. Maybe when he takes you out on that beach stroll he offered way back when. "I am glad I could help with that", he gives you a smile and for a moment he wonders if you zoned out but a short glance down to Vakarian tells him that you are ok. Just quiet.

You see the way his eyes go down to Vakarian and you can't help but beam. Other than with Kelly you can't remember the last time meeting someone went this smoothly.

The moment you step back to untangle yourself from Jake he feels an unease creeping up his neck. He liked the way you were pressed against him, the feeling of giving you stability and an anchor to hold onto. The feeling of being needed, but he remembered that you had trouble with touch so he promised himself to reign his hands in more from now on. You were the one who'd decide the pace for this and he'll wait patiently for you to feel more comfortable around him.

You had shared a locker to put your jackets away before you picked up your backpack. "I can take this for you", he offers, knowing that by the way you handle it, it's heavy as fuck but you just shake your head. "I'm fine, but thanks" The southern gentleman in him finds it difficult to accept the answer but he respects you too much to insist. You've been mindful of his boundaries so far, so he'll honour yours.

Side by side you walk up to the entry, Vakarian following you like your own shadow. You wait patiently for your turn and Jake hands over your tickets when the guy is eying you up and down in a way that makes your skin crawl. "Backpacks of any size are not allowed inside the exhibition. I have to ask you to put this in a locker", he states, making your hands tighten around the straps. Not again... "Those are the essentials for me and my service dog" The guy wants to say something and you are making yourself ready to argue but then he looks behind you and for whatever reason he steps aside. That's when you feel his warmth and when you turn around you see Jake, his formerly stern stare morphing into something much gentler as he looks down at you. "Let's go. The riad is waiting for us"

You walk up the stairs and Jake sees your skirts swooshing right to left with every movement as he follows until you suddenly stop in your tracks and turn around, skirt flying and forcing him to stop too, which means he takes a moment to find his footing. “Sorry”, you apologise immediately, hands reaching out to help him stabilise. But the moment you realise what you did you pull your hands back, looking down at your fingers as if you did something wrong. As if you overstepped. “It’s ok, Belle”

There is a pause, people making their way around you as you stand there in the middle of the stairs. “We need to talk”, the words are heavy in the air between the two of you and he’s not sure if this is you telling him that you need to go home or if you didn’t want to be on this date but no matter what, his heart sank at the thought that he’d have to let you go so soon. “Of course”, you nod at him, walking up the last few steps before you head over to a stone bench, place your backpack on the ground and sit down waiting for him to take the seat next to you and Vakarian lying down by your feet.

“You said it’s ok that I didn’t disclose my disability from the start” "And I meant it, Belle. You don't owe me anything, least of all sensitive medical information", he cuts in. He doesn't want you to feel like there is anything in this relationship, whatever it might grow into, that you are forced to do. "I know, Jake but...", you begin and he’s fully ready to repeat his stance time and time again until you believe it, but when he saw the way you turned your ring, eyes glued to the shining silver, he held himself back. He doesn’t see Vakarian alerting or anything but that doesn’t mean that this is not difficult for you. "I've had too many people in my life tell me that if only they'd known from the start, they wouldn't have bothered", the pain in your voice hits him right in his gut.

"So, full disclosure. I am an AuDHDer, which means I am autistic and I have ADHD because one wasn't enough I guess. The autism diagnosis means that social interactions are difficult, so is sensory input", you tap against your shades and then point to your earplugs, "and then there is repetitive behaviour. I sometimes repeat words or phrases from conversations or quote any form of media and I love to listen to the exact same song for days on end, quietly saying the lyrics the entire time and without my headphones I cannot leave the house period" Your eyes are glued to your ring, fingers turning the silvery metal. "That's one too. It helps me focus and deal when it feels like the world is collapsing onto me", there is a smile on your lips but he's pretty sure if he'd see your eyes, that smile wouldn't reach them. "The ADHD diagnosis means that I cannot regulate my focus. It's either I cannot do it no matter how much I want to or hyperfocus kicks. It feels like falling down a rabbit hole and the world around you stops existing. Can be 4 hours, can be 14. It's one of the many things he's helping me with", you nodd in Vakarian's direction. "I am also dealing with a recurrent depressive disorder caused by my late diagnosis and I've dealt with suicid*l ideation in the past, though that hasn't been an issue for a while. All in all, I am pretty stable with medication, but that doesn't mean my brain is magically neurotypical. I am still wired differently and that means that I have special interests I obsess over to a degree neurotypical people would never. I forget things I don't want to forget or I am late for events because I fell down another rabbit hole or I cannot do things that are paramount that they get done and then I panic and have to do them late", you heave a sigh before your eyes wander back up to him. "And it means that I take things terribly literally. You say something and for me, it reads like you mean that thing even if you only consider it as a joke. As someone who's dealt with my bullshit for three decades give or take, I can tell you there are days when it gets really exhausting and there are many of them, so. Now you know", you meet his eyes, for a moment before your eyes flitter to the place between his eyes.

The silence between the two of you grows and you start wondering if that's the moment he'll get up and leave. It's not like you'd fault him for it because you knew better than anyone else how hard living with you was and you were yet again glad that you could hide behind your shades so he wouldn't see the tears that were glittering in your eyes.

He took a deep breath and you waited for the words but instead, he asked you. "Can I take your hand, Belle?" Your eyes widen in shock, eyes finding his green ones trying to figure out what was going on in that mind of his. You nod but he doesn't move. "Please use your words, Belle", his voice is gentle and you cannot help but keep looking into those green eyes that are so focused on you and every move you make without making you feel uncomfortable. He wasn't gawking, he was only trying to read you right, to make sure that the communication between the two of you was going ok. At least, that's the impression you got. "You can take my hand", your voice is barely above a whisper and then you feel his hands wrapping around yours. They are much bigger and stronger than your own and for the flicker of a moment, you wonder what these hands have done in their life. How many lives did they take and how many have they saved in return? But then you feel the gentle squeeze of his fingers and your focus is right back with his eyes.

"I still don't believe that you owed me any of that information, but I appreciate your honesty", his eyes were flittering around all over your face and body, trying to gauge the situation. You had just bared your soul to a man who is as good as a stranger to you because you felt like you had to. Because people made you feel like it was your responsibility to accommodate them without getting any of that courtesy in return and it made him so goddamn angry. "And my point still stands. I came for the woman I wrote with in the past week and I want to have a chance to get to know her better. That is, if she'll have me?" He's asking that question not because he doubts that you want this, that you want to see the exhibit and you want to do it with him around, but because he wanted to give you the power back, to enable you to make the choice. Seeing you feeling so small made his heart ache and this was the only way he could think of right now to remind you of the power you actually wielded.

You let the words settle in. It takes a while but it makes you smile nevertheless and that smile is Jake's great victory of the day. "Good. And the moment..." "The moment I stop wanting this I'll let you know. But the same goes for you Belle" "Promise?", you lift your free hand and offer him your pinky, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest. He couldn't remember if he ever swore a pinky promise in his life. But there was a first for everything. "Promise"

You feel like you are on cloud nine when you put the key in your lock. Jake had been the perfect gentleman to the very end and on top of that, he actually wanted to see you again. It was hard to believe that even after all the ranting and the things you told him about you he chose to stay. Not many people made a habit of doing that and it thrilled you to think that someone you've actually grown to care about does. When you open the door you are still completely caught up in your thoughts as you walk down the corridor and are stopped in your tracks by a moan.

Automatically you close your eyes before you say. "Please Kelly, tell me I didn’t walk in on you fucking your girlfriend on our couch" There are shocked gasps followed by chuckling and giggling. “No. I didn’t fuck her”, Kelly replied and she could practically see you roll your eyes under your shades. “Is it safe to look or would I need to bleach my eyes afterwards? No offence Natasha” “None taken”, you can hear the way she’s holding back her laughter. There is a bit of shuffling before you hear Kelly's voice again. “You can look now”

You still see the dishevelled look of them both, clothes not quite where they are supposed to be, hair a tousled mess from fingers running through it and swollen lips. Yeah. Those two had very obviously ignored whatever they were watching in favour of getting lost in each other. “How was your date?” “It began with a guy yelling at me to get my mutt out of the museum before he went on to tell me that I'm not disabled and just faking. You know the drill ” Kelly’s heart gets heavy. She had seen you struggle with the same prejudices time and time again and it’s exhausting to watch. She doesn’t even want to begin to imagine what it feels like to deal with that bullshit every day of your life. “Oh Belle…” “But at least for once, someone stepped in”, a small smile plays on your lips as you take off your shades and place them on the kitchen counter. “It was a full-stop knight in shining armour moment, he even pulled his rank and all…”, you remember the snippets of what happened. The way the warmth of his body behind yours felt, the way he put that asshole into his place, the way he got himself between you and the guy to shield you. “Belle?” Kelly’s voice pulls you back, realising you’ve been playing with your ring the entire time and staring at the silver that is wrapped around your finger. “Sorry” “And who was your knight?” “Jake, actually. He didn’t know it was me when he stepped in but he recognised me afterwards. Like I didn't even have to introduce myself. He never saw a picture of me and yet he knew it was me just by what he learned about me from the messages…”

You are drifting off into memories again and Kelly knows, so when she feels that her girlfriend wants to say something she puts her hand on Natasha's arm and shakes her head. You need time to process first. “Good for him”, she says, leaving you a bit more space to sort out your feelings before you look over to them on the couch again. “I’ll tell you the rest tomorrow ok?” You know you don’t have to ask. Of all the people you’ve ever met Kelly was the one who was the most supportive, the one who not only respected your boundaries but helped you enforce them even when you couldn’t. “I’m marking it down as a hot brown beverage date”, she winks at you and you nod, making your way over to your bedroom, your shadow glued to your side.

“What do you know about the guy she’s seeing? Other than that his name is Jake?”, Kelly looks over at her girlfriend surprised. She knew that Natasha cared about you. Cared a lot actually and to see her this alarmed made her pause. “She said he’s Navy, stationed here at North Island like you” Natasha’s heart was slamming against her rib cage. This couldn’t be. Of all the singles in fucking San Diego... “You know his last name?” Kelly shakes her head. “You know how bad I am with names. Took me long enough to learn yours” “His username?” Kelly thinks for a moment feeling how her own fear is seeping in. Since she met Phoenix she hadn’t seen her that worried. Like ever. “It was something weird but I can check”, she picked up her phone and pulled up the app. You had never bothered with changing the password and when she scrolled down the messages she found his. “Here we got him. Lieutenant Jake Seresin and his username is” “Hangman”

Kelly looks up in surprise and tilts her head. “How do you know?”, she asks while Natasha is shooting up from the couch, she undoes the updo that had become second nature since she started military training. Running her fingers through her hair she starts walking up and down the room, pulling on her roots. This couldn’t be fucking true. “Natasha what is going on?”, her behaviour alarmed Kelly. Did she know something about that guy? “It’s fucking Bagman of course it had to be”, she growls, so pissed at herself. She should have asked from the moment Kelly said he was military. Should have asked more questions when she saw Bagman sitting in their commons room with the website for the Islamic Art exhibit pulled up. He wasn't the type for it and he also wasn't the type to go for people who did this. It was a major red flag and she had just put it off as something to laugh at. "What?" "Seresin's callsign is Hangman, I just call him Bagman"

Kelly gets up now too. Phoenix had told her about everyone in her squad including Bagman, the cocky asshole who was too pretty for his own good and loved to pick up a new tag chaser every night at the Hard Deck. “I cannot imagine that your Bagman and Belle's Jake can be the same guy. She described him as patient and kind and funny…” Natasha gives her a look to stop her right there. “You remember when I told you that Coyote had the stupidest idea in the history of fucking drunk fever dream ideas and how pissed I was that I let him rope me into it?” “Yeah” “He made Bagman a profile to shut up his whining about how no one ever really loves him”, she’s throwing her hands up in the air and really wants to scream but she can’t. You’d be here in a matter of seconds and she’s not in the right mindset to explain to you why the guy you went on a date with is not worth your time and effort. “Oh my god”, Kelly’s voice is a whisper and Phoenix can hear Jake’s voice echoing in her ear ‘No darling. You can call me Hangman’ and it makes her wanna throw up. “You have to tell her Kelly. He’s a playboy and serial tag chaser fucker. That guy hasn’t had a serious relationship since high school and that would mean you are generous enough to call high school relationships serious”

Kelly is fighting hard with herself. She wants to protect you, even more so than Phoenix. You were her sister, not by blood but by choice but she had seen you in the past week and you made leaps past anything she could have ever imagined. You were actually happy. Like honest to goodness that man made you smile and it felt cruel to take that away from you before it even had a chance to start. “No Kells” “What?” “I know that fucking look on your face. It’s the everyone deserves a second chance kinda look and I tell you right here right now that Bagman is not a man who does" Kelly is arching her brow. Of all the people to give her a line like that it had to be her girlfriend? Phoenix, the one who rose from the ashes of her own disasters? "You know why we call him Hangman?" She leaves a pause, walking closer to look straight into her girlfriend's eyes. "Because he'll always hang you out to dry. It doesn't matter if it's in the air or at the Hard Deck, he'll do whatever it takes to get that kill, sacrifice everything under the sun, holy or otherwise, to get the pat on the back for completing the mission" Kelly's eyes widen at those words. Never before did she hear her girlfriend talk about a squad member like this, not even Bagman. "If you put your faith in Jake Seresin you are fucking lost and Belle deserves better than that"

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[adastra121]

*Mhin has joined the chat* Mhin: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Leander: >:O language Kuras: Yeah watch your fucking language Leander: OKAY WHO TAUGHT KURAS THE FUCK WORD? Ais: "The fuck word." Jin: You guys use the f word all the time? Vere: Oh my god he censored it Ais: Say fuck, Sparrow. Vere: Do it, Jin. Say fuck.

[good-beanswrites]

A drabble for an anon asking about the prisoners watching their music videos! This is focused on specifically Mikoto’s initial shock at seeing MeMe for the first time, but just know that Double comes with a whole new set of shocks as he truly listens to John for the first time ;-;

Mikoto was no criminal. 

He didn’t know how to break into locked rooms, or hack into complex prison security systems. He figured there was no way in hell he’d be able to see these so-called incriminating videos that the Warden was recording, and had resolved himself to an eternity of wondering what they could be. He was shocked when he didn’t need to do a single thing to gain access to them – Es simply adjusted the computer monitor and told him he could hit play when (and if) he wished. Then they left the room.

“A-are you sure?” he called, but they were already gone.

Mikoto blinked at the screen. It showed a stretched version of his apartment couch, near his bathroom wall, broken to reveal sky above. He thought he could spot his tarot cards at the bottom of the frame. Had Milgram broken into his home to film this? 

He scoffed, and hit play.

Distorted guitar started up. He flinched as his own face appeared for a moment – looking directly into the camera and making a wild expression he would never have made if someone was recording. His body tensed up more as he heard his own voice start to sing lyrics he’d never spoken before in his life. He wasn’t even a good singer, and here he was sounding like a professional. 

There were plenty of ways to accomplish all of this, of course. Software could mimic one’s voice, making him say anything these crazy reality hosts wanted. A team could easily add some digital effects to a stunt double and match his appearance perfectly. Knowing that didn’t make the experience any less unsettling.

He watched himself commit a nasty murder. He watched himself return home bloodied. But it was all ridiculous. How could Milgram even claim that this was him? He’d never raised a hand to anyone in his life. Were the other prisoners’ videos as outlandish as this one?

But then, a switch. 

The song shifted to a new melody. He appeared to wake up from his couch, and suddenly Mikoto got the sense that this was him.

He was struck with how familiar this new segment sounded. It simultaneously felt like a favorite song he must have played on loop not too long ago, and one that he’d never heard before. As it played, each new note and lyric felt right on the tip of his tongue. 

It ended as quickly as it began. The song returned to the heavy-metal-murder aesthetic it had started with, and once again he felt like he was watching a cheap copy of himself onscreen. He watched another murder, a shower scene (had the warden seen all that? How embarrassing…) and then he turned to his bathroom mirror.

At the same time as his musical counterpart, Mikoto leapt backwards in horror. 

His eyes remained glued to the screen. His hand flew up to grab the lower half of his face. It was fake, he told himself. AI and CGI and all that. It was fake. It had to be. 

Something deep inside of him said “no. That’s real. That’s me.”

Something else deep inside of him echoed the sentiment.

The video was less than four minutes of music, but by the end he was panting and tugging at his hair as if he’d endured hours of prison torture. He burst out of the room. He sucked in breath after breath. The melodies still played in his mind, lines repeating in his memory as he tried to put as much distance between himself and that little television screen.

He found the others in the common room. They gave him a knowing look, but somehow he knew his experience had been very different from their own. Es approached him.

They studied his expression for a moment. Thankfully, they didn’t ask anything stupid, like “how did it go?” or “what did you think?” 

Instead, they just told him, “if you ever want to watch it again, just let me know, I can get it set up for you.”

He would want to see it again. Of course, it would be better, then. He would take a moment to calm down. He’d watch it later and everything would be okay. He’d have a clearer mind. He’d pick out all the little camera tricks they used to make it. He’d be sure it was a fake, and laugh about how ridiculous he was being now. 

Of course. Of course. 

He nodded to Es, unable to produce any words. Es left him.

The rules in this prison never made any sense, but in this case, he was grateful. He wouldn’t need to figure out any snooping or hacking to get access to the video again. After all, he was no criminal.

… he wasn’t, was he?

[kuromi-hoemie]

why is it always the forbidden fruit that entices me the most (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

[aro-aizawa]

me, whenever i figure a plot twist in a 20 year old anime: oh wow i am SO big brained rn i am such a genius

me, two minutes later, conpletely blindsided by a major plot twist:

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

my favorite thing about making self insert ocs is that 90% of the time i dont even want them to interact with canon characters. i just want them to be chillin in the world somewhere

[theamazingannie]

I’m a sucker for musical parallels and referencing an old song in a new song but I feel like this TTPD lead up is not just a “this is how I used to feel and now I’m using those themes to show how I feel now” and more of a “those feelings were never real and actually those love songs that were so beautiful before are actually about a bad relationship and full of red flags” cuz it’s honestly ruining my feelings on those old songs. Like Taylor’s whole thing is letting us interrupt the songs and apply them to our own lives and now it’s like even she is encouraging us to only see them through the lens of her most recent breakup and it really sucks tbh

[sysig]

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[seaquestions]

i guess i should go back to school… my mom wants me to and, idk what my dumb ass is gonna do w/ my life if i dont but just thinking about it fills me with. a deep pulsing dread that can be felt throughout the room is this the heart of the spire the source of this. anxiety……