#i didnt wanna say the d word so i settled

[inamagicalhallucination]

hc that atsushi tries to convince aku to smile frequently but maybe its becuz of being Asked ya know, aku only manages grimaces or horrific smiles and the first time atsushi finally gets to see him smile after encouraging him to do so (and be more positively expressive in general) is when the neck faucet blood thing happens

[h0ck3yl0v3r]

sparks fly

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

lh43 x childhood!bestfriend

warnings: none?!?!

she missed him, and he missed her. with hockey season starting he was a mess. they had gotten paired together for a project in their english class. it was awkward, none of them knowing what to say.

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

they sat in class trying to figure out the topic they should research about. still no words spoken, luke couldn’t help but admire her as she worked. the way her hair kept falling in front of her face, and how she bit the top of her pen from nerves, and the way her eyes were so beautiful.

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

after an hour right before class ended, the two finally found a topic to research on. they settled on how miscommunication can affect ones life. ironic isnt it he thought.

“hey y/n” luke said trying to catch up the girl in a hurry to get back to her dorm.

“what do you want luke.” she said turning to look at the youngest hughes.

“i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna meet after my game, you don’t have to go to it but i figured itd be best if we talk and clear the air since we got paired together.” he said in one breath looking down at her looking for a response.

“okay.” thats all she said. “okay, ill text you after the game, bye y/n.” he said softly, “bye luke” she whispered softly watching him leave.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

tonight was a big game, the game against msu. yost was packed, luke was in the locker rooms trying to prepare himself for the game but all he could think about was the one girl who truly made him happy that he hurt. as for her, she was finding her way through yost being dragged out of her dorm by her roommate who was dating one of the players.

as the team skated out for warm ups all the girl could think about was when she’d always attend lukes games, how cute he was in his element, how passionate and focused he is once he hits the ice. she couldnt help but notice how the lighting brought out his green eyes, and how his small smile still has a hold on her.

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

the game ended well, umich winning and luke scoring a hat trick, during his third goal in the third period he finally saw you, pointing at you during his celly. your heart melted at that, almost forgetting entirely about why you were mad at him.

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

luke quickly finished changing back into his normal attire as you waited for him outside the locker rooms.

once he came out he gave you a small smile which you did the same back.

“care to go for a little walk m’lady?” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

you guys walked in a comfortable silence before taking a break on a bench near his dorm.

“congrats by the way, you did amazing tonight.” you said looking up at him a d he smiled whispering a soft thank you.

“i know i said i wanted to talk to clear the air because of the project but it’s more than that.” he said and you nodded for him to continue “im sorry for everything, truly. i miss you so much it physically hurts and i know its not fair the way i treated you, i don’t expect you to forgive me but i just want you to hear my side of the story. i pushed you away because i thought you deserved someone better, someone who could be there all the time, and to have someone you wont have to worry about having to leave one day and do long distance. but in reality i did it to protect myself, because im in love with you, and i didnt want to have to face losing my best friend, or the heartbreak of when i have to leave for the pro’s but i realize now all i want is you, my whole life, its been you.” his voice cracking and leg bouncing from anxiety. you placed your hand on his knee softly rubbing it to comfort him. “lu, i thought you didn’t like me because you became so distant and went after so many other girls, so i never said anything to protect myself, i was so in love with you, the night i left i had cried to quinny, i thought i never had a chance so i pushed myself away too. but im still so in love with you, no matter how much i try to push it away” you said softly as he cupped your face caressing it softly, “i thought you knew, i gave so many hints” and you looked at him confused, “remember all times in high school when guys tried to hit on you and i immediately scared him away, or whenever id call you after a bad game, or when all i ever wanted was to be with you so i came over for like three days, holding your hand or cuddling watching movies that it came to a point my mom had to drag me back home. i thought you knew.” he said tears now falling softly down both of your faces. “im so sorry lu, i never picked up on any of that, i thought it was just because we were best friends.” he wiped your tears away “we were always more than best friends, so much for miscommunication huh? we better get an A on that project” he joked and you couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh. and as the clouds began crying too, for the first time luke hughes kissed you. the most soft passionate kiss ever. “i love you.” he said pulling away resting his forehead on yours “i love you luke hughes.”

And the sparks fly

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[dizzyjelly]

Everyone Makes Mistakes

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: ellie makes a mistake on patrol and is distraught, feeling inadequate. You reassure her and go with her when she visits Jesse who's hurt, but doing ok.

Cw: none really, pretty fluffy fic!

You lied flat on your stomach in bed, your elbows propped up as you busied yourself reading a book. There was a light breeze as you'd left your window open, because your room usually got pretty stuffy and hot. You didn't even notice Ellie at your door, the reason being she was completely silent.

However, as she tried to walk in quietly, she'd managed to knock over one of the plants on your dresser. The pot shattered on the floor, dirt going everywhere. She let out a small gasp and took a step back. You let out a scared yelp as you turned around, coming to sit at the edge of the bed. You'd gotten startled, but then furrowed your brows as you noticed Ellies state.

"Fuck" She cursed, "Sorry, I'm so sorry." She rushed out apologies as she got down to begin cleaning the mess she made.

"'S fine, that one was dying anyways." You tried to reassure her, but worry settled in your chest as you noticed the tears brimming her eyes when she stood.

"Hey, what's going on Els? C'mere." You asked softly, holding your arms out for her.

She wouldn't give in to your touch though, just standing closer to you as she hugged herself. She let out a shaky sigh and wiped the tears that began to fall down her face.

"I- I messed up." She finally managed to get out, aggresive sobs causing her body to shake now.

"Alright, well that's ok. Everyone makes mistakes. You wanna tell me what happened?" You'd ask, standing to wrap your arms around her.

But she wouldn't let you, stepping back instead and dropping her head down into her hands. You sighed, feeling like you could cry yourself just seeing her so hurt.

"I-I was on patrol with Jesse and-" She stopped as her sobs were taking over and she couldn't speak, but eventually she found her voice, "I didn't see them! It just- it happened so f-fast and now..."

The crease between your brows became more defined, you crossed your arms across your chest for some kind of comfort.

"Now what? What is it babe? You can tell me." You urged her to continue.

"H-hes in medical now. He's hurt, bad. And it's all my fault! God I'm so stupid." She let out a frustrated groan as her hands settled in her hair now, her hot tears continued to fall.

"Babe, you know that's not true. I'm sure you did all you could." You place a hand on her shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.

"Oh, please! I did jack-shit, and now he's seriously hurt! I'm never going out again, am I do is fuck things up!" She yelled now, at you because there was no one else for her to take out her anger on.

"Ellie, I know you're upset, but there's no reason to yell at me. And don't say that, you've done countless amazing things out on patrol, why should one fuck up undo all of that?" You tried to reason with her.

"I don't know, maybe because it's like the worst fuck up. Ever." She shook her head and shrugged.

"Els, honey, you're being too hard on yourself" She sighed, glancing at you as more tears fell, "Please just let me hold you." You asked kindly, and finally she caved.

Your heart ached as you felt her body shake against you, harsh sobs racking her entire body. Your arms wrapped around her loving, her own pressed against her chest tightly. As you always did to comfort her, you rubbed your hands around her back, scratching your nails against it lightly just how you knew she liked it.

"I d-dint mean to. I really didnt." She cried.

"Shh, shh, baby I know. I promise you, everything's going to be ok. I got you." You reassured her, and she felt some of the weight fall from her shoulders.

"I-I know but-" her breathing started to speed up again.

"Hey, just breathe. You gotta calm down baby." You took slow deep breaths, hoping she'd mimic you and do the same.

She did, thankfully, her breathing slowly regulating as she calmed under your touch. You felt her let out a heavy sigh before she pulled away from you slightly, you kept your hands on her waist.

"I wanna go see if he's ok, but what if he's mad at me?" She spoke worriedly.

"Baby, I doubt he's mad. I'm sure he knows you tried your best and even if he is a bit upset you can always apologize and I'm sure things will smooth over." You reassured the worried girl, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile.

"Would you go with me?" She asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Yeah of course. You ready now?" She nodded and you held her hand as the two of you made your way to medical.

Once you arrived, it was quiet and mostly empty except for one nurse sat at the front desk who greeted you with a smile.

"Hi we came to see Jesse, I know it's kinds late but we were hoping you'd make an exception." You smiled.

"Sure girls, I trust you. Just sign in here and then head down that hallway and it's the first room on the left. He might be sleeping though." She informed as she showed you her clipboard, the two of you signed in then made your way to his room.

He wasn't asleep, and Ellie swallowed nervously when she saw him all bandaged up. He looked over at her, cracking a small smile.

"Hey." His voice was low and he groaned lightly.

"Hi" tears welled in her eyes once again as she removed her hand from yours and went to stand at his bedside, "Jesse I'm so sorry." She apologized as tears ran down her face.

"Hey, it's ok. Ellie, you saved my life. I might not be in the best shape, but I'm alive because of you. Thank you." She was pleasantly surprised at his words, also feeling a wave of relief wash over her as he wasn't angry in the slightest.

"See babe, I told you." You teased her and she rolled her eyes at you before turning back to face the hurt man.

"She make you come with, Y/n?" Jesse asked, addressing you now.

"Yup, she was scared you'd be mad at her." You answered him, crossing your arms smugly as you were right that he wouldn't be.

"Aw, Williams. I'm not mad, promise. And trust me, I'll be ok, I really will. It'll take some time, but I'll get better." He reassured her and she let out a small huff, taking note of how the two of you seemed to be teaming up on her.

"Ok well, rest up big guy. I'll come to visit you tomorrow and more this week I'm sure." Ellie held his hand, giving him a smile before walking back to you, showing she was ready to head home.

"C'mon." You smiled at her as you wrapped an arm around her waist, walking home with her head rested on your shoulder.

You got there and she broke down again, sitting down at the couch as she sobbed into her hands. A sigh fell from your lips as you went to sit beside her, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

"Baby, what's wrong? He's ok and he wasn't mad." You recalled to her, unsure of why she was still upset.

"I know. I know. I'm just still shaken up and I guess these are somewhat tears of happiness, relief." She explained, leaning into you and crying into your shoulder.

"Aw, that's ok. Shh." You wrapped your arms around her, laying down as you pulled her with you to lay on top of you.

Her breath hitched slightly as she rested her head on your chest, her arms wrapping around you as she sighed against you. Your own arms wrapped around her as well, rubbing her back soothingly. Eventually she'd fall asleep in your arms and you followed shortly after. As stressful as the day was, at least it ended calmly.

[glassheartjukebox]

...and there was only one bed

setters -> aces <- middle blockers

feat. asahi, iwaizumi, yamamoto, lev, goshiki

“i wanna sleep next to you

but that’s all i wanna do right now” - talk me down

a/n: :D enjoying this series vv much

asahi

he’s so anxious about sharing a bed with you

he’s asked you at least 5 times if you’re absolutely positive that you’re comfortable with this

he knows you don’t find him scary

but that insecurity permeates him and colors his actions when he’s in uncharted territory

after reassuring him repeatedly, you make a bold move

you usually sleep hugging a pillow or stuffy, but there’s only three pillows on the bed

“asahi, do you mind if i cuddle with you? i can’t fall asleep unless i’m holding onto something”

he turns bright red, stuttered out a “yes” as you close in on him

you can hear his heart racing when you rest your head on his chest

his arm tentatively wraps around your waist and you him contendedly

“good night asahi, sleep well”

slowly, his breathing evens and you both fall into a deep sleep

you wake up first, taking a moment to look at how peaceful he is before running your hands through his hair to wake him up

he’s not as flustered as he was last night, much too groggy to be thinking clearly

“sleeping with you is nice,” he mutters, before the weight of his words hit him

he’s once again a stuttering mess

iwaizumi

another one who offers to take the floor without hesitation

a gentleman

offers you most of the pillows and blankets

he waits for you to fall asleep before getting comfortable on his side of the bed

he doesn’t want you to feel like you can’t take up room

however, his movement as he settles in rouses you

but it doesn’t rouse you enough to wake you, just enough for you to subconsciously reach out towards the movement

before he knows it, you’re clinging to his arm with a death grip

practically using his bicep like a stuffed animal

iwaizumi finally gives into his indulgent side and let’s himself cuddle with you

he’s embarrassed at how quickly he falls asleep with you

you’re a little alarmed at your position when you wake up

but that disappears when you see the contented look on his sleeping face

yamamoto

he’s silently stoked about the situation 

despite that, he’s equal parts nervous

he practically jumps out of his skin every time you shift in bed

its so incessent that you have to ask if he’s okay

“of course i’m okay, why wouldnt i be okay?”

cue the eye roll

“oh really? so you woudnt mind if i did this?” you say, curling up against his side

“of course not-” he huffs, committed to his false bravado

“then why are you so stiff” your voice is distinctly unimpressed

you know about his crush on you, he’s not exactly subtle

what he doesn’t know, is that you return the feelings

so you decide to tease him just a bit

you sit up to turn off the lights and yamamoto visibly relaxes

until you prompted lay back on his chest

“if you’re really not bothered by this, we’ll sleep like this.” you whisper slyly

needless to say, he didnt get much sleep

lev

he wasn’t too phased by the situation, just a little embarrassed

you were initially excited....

until you found out he starfishes across the bed

how can he make a queen sized bed look so... small

“lev, can you move over? i have no where to sleep.”

instead of answering, he beams at you and pats the bed next to him

“right here!” he exclaimed, making a space next to his torso for you to curl up

this was starting to feel like a set up

in an effort not to portray your feelings, you acted unphased and curled up next to him

he immediately wrapped his arm around you like you were a stuffed animal

it’s remarkable how fast that man falls asleep

and how late he sleep in

his grip was tight you were unable to slip out without shaking him awake

her woke up with the goofiest smile on his face, just happy to see you next to him

goshiki

he’s freaking out

didn’t even think of sleeping on the floor

he’s pacing and hyperventilating

not very subtle about your crush but okay goshiki

you have to grab him by the shoulders and shake him to subdue him

“goshiki, it’s fine. we can share the bed. i promise that it’s not a big deal”

he’s still nervous and fidgety, even when you lay down for the night

you fall asleep more quickly than him, too exhausted from the days events to fend off sleep any longer

once you fall deep in, you unintentionally roll to goshiki’s side of the bed and sling an arm over him

he freezes, feeling like a creep for enjoying this

but he too was too tired to fend off his feelings

so he flipped towards you and let himself fall asleep in your embrace

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[ughseoks]

versace on the floor | jhs

— pairing; hoseok x reader

— genre/au; mafia au / smut / pwp

— rating; 18+

— word count; 2k+

— warnings; very brief mention of hoseok being in the mafia—literally if you blink you miss it, VERY unedited / smut warnings: unprotected sex, slight breathplay, manhandling, dirty talk, daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, oral (f receiving), its seriously unedited like i wrote and didnt look back ONE SINGLE TIME

— summary; Hoseok is very satisfied with the dress he picked out for you to wear tonight.

— dedicated to @astraljoon​ i love u rat girl thanks for making me a smut playlist ur so cool wow

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The stars are out tonight.

You can see them shining down on you through the glass ceiling above. The twinkling lights stand out against the dark night sky, making for a perfect background behind the crystal chandelier that Hoseok picked out just for you. It’s beautiful, and once again you find yourself wondering how you got so lucky.

Your boyfriend’s hands suddenly appear on your waist from behind you, squeezing gently before one of them reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I can’t stop looking at you in this dress, baby.” Hoseok’s voice is warm and breathy as it floats through the air, his lips dangerously close to brushing against your now exposed ear. He subtly shifts so your back is pressed flush to his front before his hands slip away from your waist, beginning to roam around your body above the skintight dress you wear.

It’s a beautiful silver color; small sparkles are sprinkled throughout the material, causing them to glint and glow in the dim light from the chandelier above. The dress is tight against your skin, a deep v-neck exposing skin all the way down to your navel before the material flares out slightly near the bottom. It’s short enough that if you were to bend over, Hoseok would be able to see the curve of your ass.

One of his arms slips around your waist firmly while the other slides upwards, his fingers dancing playfully along the bare skin of your collarbone and the base of your neck. “It’s a bit revealing, though, don’t you think?”

“Y-You’re the one who picked it out, Seokie,” you murmur. Hoseok simply hums in response, slowly sliding his fingers up your neck until he’s holding your jaw in a gentle grip. He then tilts your head to the side, allowing his lips to descend upon the soft skin near the base of your neck before slowly moving upwards.

“You know,” he mutters between kisses, “Everyone was staring at you. They all wanted a piece of you; I know it.” He pauses. “But you’re mine. Isn’t that right?”

“Mhm,” you agree, hands reaching up and over your head to thread through his hair, “I’m yours, Seokie. Only yours.”

He makes a noise of satisfaction, the arm around your waist tightening as his hips slowly grind against your ass. “Where do you want me, baby?”

“B-Bedroom,” you exhale. As beautiful as the ballroom is, you’d rather continue your activities in the comfort of your king-sized bed.

Hoseok plants a few more kisses on your neck before pulling away. His fingers slip between yours before he guides you down the long and twisting hallways—a remarkably soft gesture that has your chest filling with warmth. This Hoseok is different from the cruel, cold-hearted man that his enemies and the men he ordered around every day see This Hoseok is soft and loving; kind and nurturing.

It’s a side of him that only you get to see.

As you make your way through the twists and turns of the hallways that you’ve come to know so well, you can feel his fingers giving you gentle squeezes along the way—silent reassurances of his never-ending love for you.

As soon as you reach the bedroom, Hoseok is tugging you into his chest, face mere inches from yours when you gasp in surprise. His eyes are molten brown, clouded over with lust and need. “I love this dress, baby,” he smirks, “But we don’t need it anymore.”

His large hand rests on the nape of your neck before moving to grip the zipper of your dress. He begins to unzip it at a pace so slow it’s almost painful, your skin burning beneath the tight material covering you. The zipper comes to a stop at the curve of your ass, and his hands return to your shoulders to help push the material down until it falls to a puddle at your feet, leaving your flushed skin bare for him to drink in with his heavy gaze.

“On the bed.”

You immediately follow his instructions and take a seat on the edge of the bed. He watches you silently for a few moments before slowly walking forwards, only stopping once he’s directly in front of you. His hand extends to cup your jaw lovingly, thumb brushing against your cheekbone as he stares down at you.

“Remember our safeword, baby?”

“Yes, Seokie.” He raises his eyebrow at the nickname, causing you to stumble over your words correcting yourself. “I-I mean daddy. Yes, daddy.”

“Good,” he purrs, giving your cheek a loving squeeze before raising back up to his full height. “You know what to do, princess.”

You bite your lip and scoot forward, placing your hands on his hips before allowing them to slip down to the button of his pants. Ever so slowly, you pop it open, tugging the expensive slacks down until Hoseok is able to kick them out of the way. You can see his hard member clearly through his boxer briefs.

Hoseok busies himself in undoing his tie while you work dutifully to undo the buttons of his soft black shirt, the flowy material cool beneath your scorching fingertips. Once it’s fully unbuttoned, he allows it to fall from his shoulders, revealing the sculpted body that was hiding beneath it.

Your fingertips roam his toned and tanned skin, tracing every dip and curve with the utmost care. His breath hitches when you trace the line of his hips. A happy trail of hair descends beneath the crisp white band that says calvin klein, the sight of it making your mouth water.

Hoseok stops you before you can descend any further. “Another time, baby. Tonight is all about you.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Always such a good girl,” He grins proudly, “Can you move further back for me, princess?”

You nod and scoot backward, watching with rapt attention as he climbs onto the bed and pushes you onto your back. His arms cage you in as he settles between your legs, allowing his gaze to flicker over your face hungrily before swooping downwards to slot his lips against yours.

The kiss is fiery and passionate, hours of pent up sexual tension finally being released as Hoseok swallows your moans of pleasure. Tongue caressing yours, he grinds his hips slowly into yours, the hardness of his member still confined within his boxer briefs.

“W-Wanna see you, daddy,” you gasp between kisses, hands pushing helplessly at the band of his underwear.

“Is baby girl feeling needy?” he chuckles.

You nod furiously, breathing a sigh of relief when he helps you tug down his underwear before tossing them to the side. His cock stands at attention before you, and not for the first time tonight, you lament that you aren’t allowed to touch it.

Maybe next time.

Hoseok is back on you in the blink of an eye, his mouth warm and wet as he peppers sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck. You inhale sharply when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, the sound causing him to pause momentarily in his ministrations, looking up at you with gentle eyes.

“Don’t hold your breath, baby,” he coaxes you, using his hand to massage one of your breasts gently, “I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?”

You nod and do your best to follow Hoseok’s instructions as he begins to trail his kisses down your chest and navel. His mouth pauses when it reaches the apex of your thighs, glancing up at you only once before diving in without warning.

A cry falls from your lips when he licks a broad stripe up your wet folds, your fingers immediately flying to thread through his hair. A groan falls from his lips when you tug on the chocolate brown strands. “D-Daddy, don’t stop, p-please,” you beg, “Feels s-so good.”

Hoseok hums in response, the sound sending vibrations through your core as he continues to lap at your pussy like a man starved. It isn’t long before he’s pushing two long fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out of you steadily as you writhe beneath him. His free arm reaches across your waist; your mouth waters at the sight of his strong muscles on display as he uses his strength to keep you in place.

As he continues his ministrations, you feel your orgasm to sneak up on you—and quickly, at that. Hoseok seems to feel it too, because when your pussy begins to flutter around his fingers, he redoubles his efforts, sucking on your clit harshly as his fingertips massage your inner walls.

“D-Daddy, I-I’m—” you cry out. The rest of your sentence fades into nothingness when your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly, white-hot pleasure floods your veins as Hoseok coaxes you through your orgasm.

When your moans fade into cries of overstimulation, Hoseok finally ceases his assault on your pussy, wiping your essence from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You taste like heaven, baby,” he grins, shifting so he’s hovering above you once more. “Are you ready? Think you can take my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes, daddy,” you plead, hands finding purchase on his back when he begins to drag his member between your wet lips, “Please, fill me up.”

It’s all the permission he needs, shifting his hips so his dick finally begins to slide into your entrance. It’s a stretch; it always has been. Hoseok is by no means small, and you can feel every inch of him as he slides in up to the hilt.

A low moan falls from both of your lips when his hips finally rest against yours. Hoseok allows you barely any time to adjust before he’s thrusting in and out of you with a steady rhythm. His strokes are slow and purposeful and deep, every movement dragging his cock against your warm and wet walls that squeeze him like a vice.

“You’re doing so good for me, angel,” he grunts, punctuating his words with lewd smacks of his hips against yours, “Taking me so well; squeezing me so tight.”

“Daddy,” you moan, “Harder; Please.”

His strokes falter at the tone of your voice. “F-Fuck,” he groans, dropping his forehead to rest on your shoulder, “You’re so fucking hot.”

You shudder at the pure hunger in his voice, arousal shooting straight to your core when Hoseok suddenly begins to manhandle you so your legs are thrown over his shoulders. He immediately resumes his thrusts as soon as you’re in position, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips.

Your body bounces with the force of his thrusts, walls clamping down around him when his teeth nip at your bottom lip. It isn’t long before you’re approaching your second high of the night, the moans falling from your lips growing higher in pitch as the pressure in your core begins to build until you’re sure the coil is about to snap.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Hoseok asks breathlessly, his own hips beginning to stutter as he nears his own orgasm, “Gonna cream all over my cock?”

“Y-yeah,” you whine, “Gonna c-cum.”

Hoseok somehow manages to fuck you even harder and faster as his right hand slides up to wrap gently around your neck. The pressure is barely there, but it’s just enough to send you over the edge. Fireworks burst behind your closed eyelids; your walls clamp down around him as he fucks you through your high, swallowing your cries of pleasure with his lips.

“T-That’s it, baby,” he encourages you. He thrusts only a few more times before coming to a shuddering stop within you, his release painting your walls as your hands scramble for purchase against his back.

When the two of you finally come down from your orgasms, Hoseok pulls out of you slowly before laying down beside you, tugging you into his comforting—albeit sweaty—embrace.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Seokie,” you murmur into his chest. The two of you continue to lay with your bodies pressed together, the sound of his breathing lulling you to into a deep sleep.

a/n; this is not my best work by any means but like hey it’s a pwp that i wrote all in one sitting AND it’s my first post in like 20 years so enjoy it u hoes (ur not hoes i love u guys lots sorry i didnt mean it)

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[heartbreakgrill]

Anyone Else; Calum Hood

You leaned down over Calum’s shoulder, blocking out the bright sunset behind the two of you. He inhaled, reveling in the coconut scent of your shampoo, fused with sunscreen and chlorine-d pool water. He shook his head lightly, reminding himself to open his eyes and focus on the phone in his hand. You lifted your free hand, that wasn’t cradling a White Claw, and pointed at a profile.

“She’s super cute! I feel like she’s your type,” you commented at the picture of a taller girl, sporting fishnets and a Led Zeppelin.

“You think I’m only into girls who like rock?” Calum chuckled a little.

You shrugged, moving away to tug over a free camping chair. You leaned back in, giving Calum the view of your neck as your hair fell away from it. He licked his lips as you spoke again, “I mean, I think you look good next to someone like that based on how you dress and shit. If you’re not into that, dont let me pressure you.”

You giggled and twisted around to look at him. His eyes focused in on yours, “Uh, yeah. Or, no, youre good. Youre not pressuring me. Just helping, right?”

“Right,” you scrunched your eyes in a beat, to show you were somewhat confused by his confusion. “Anyways, swipe right or left and lets move along.”

“Okay.” Cal did as you said, allowing the screen to switch to another girl.

“Oh, no, no, she looks too much like Crystal,” you giggled lightly. “Love Crystal, but that’d be creepy.”

“So I can’t like anyone who looks like anybody in our friend group?” Calum remarked, his heart hoping you wouldn’t break it by what you would reply with.

You wriggled in your seat, “I dont know. I feel like its weird. If they look like Luke, Ill allow it.”

His lips fumbled before his brain could reach out and grasp the words and shuffle them back into a drawer, “What if they look like you?”

“Yeah, right,” you looked back at him, “I’m unique. One of a kind, baby.”

Calum flushed as you spoke. He fumbled again, about to spill again, when Sierra called your name from the pool. “Show me that boy from last weekend?”

You quickly got up, excusing yourself from Calum, and pranced across the concrete patio to the fire pit, where Luke and Sierra were cuddled up, talking to another one of your friends. Calum tried not to break his neck and watch you animatedly talk about your Tinder date last Saturday. Yet he knew it was noticeable he was trying to pry.

He felt a hand slap down on his shoulder and Calum jumped in his seat. Michael took your seat, Crystal trailing along behind and slinking into his lap. “You got it bad, mate.”

Crystal grinned at him, “You really do.”

Calum shook his head, “Dont know what youre talking about.”

“Oh, my God,” Michael pressed his fingers to his forehead, eyes cartwheeling in their sockets. “Seriously, I never understand situations like this. I dont think it’d ruin your friendship if you asked to kiss her and she rejected you.”

“It wouldn’t,” Calum remarked, speaking the honest truth. He shifted in his seat, glancing at you before meeting Michael’s eyes. “But it would ruin me. And I dont really want a broken heart right now.”

Crystal’s eyes widened and she leaned forward. “Cal, is it worse than we thought?”

“Worse?” Michael furrowed his brows, looking between the two before realization hit him like chance. “Oh, shit. Dude?”

Calum stood suddenly, tossing his empty beer can in the garbage. “I’m going home. See ya later.”

He didn’t give them the chance to say anything else as he gathered his damp towel, shoes, and bag from around him. He passed through the kitchen, waving lazily to Ashton and Kay, who were preparing the food for s’mores.

“Not staying?” Ashton called after him.

He heard Kay mutter something else to him and Ashton shocked a small, “Oh.”

You finished telling the story of Matt, who you had gone on a date with last week as Calum was pulling out of the driveway. “Yeah, but I don’t know if I’m going see him again.”

“Why?” Luke asked, puzzled by the fact that you sounded like you were really interested in him for the past five minutes, but didn’t wanna go on another date.

“I dont know,” you crossed your arms. “He’s just not my type. He’s kinda, like, stern. He’s funny, but funny in an unconventional way. He doesnt seem like he’d, I dont know, be playful in a relationship. Does that make sense? i want a guy who can be playful, but who’s mature.”

Sierra grinned to herself, nudging Luke with her elbow. “Yeah, that makes sense. Hey, ya know, Y/N?”

“Hm?” You looked to her.

Luke took over, “We know someone who’s like that.”

“Oh!” You smiled wider, “Who?”

You felt Michael slink an arm over your shoulder, whisper in your ear, “Calum.”

You moved from under him, his weight overbearing to you. “Yeah, okay.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Crystal sat on the couch across from Sierra.

“Nothings wrong. Hes just super out of my league. Plus, I’m not his type. I’m all, strawberries and picnics and, like, Hozier. He listens to Nickelback and he’d rather go to a club than kayak. I dont know, I feel like he wouldn’t like me because of my interests.”

“Cal’s a softer, you know that, right?” Luke replied. “Hes a big rockstar, yeah, but he loves hiking and nature, too.“

“He loves y- ow!” Michael groaned out, Crystal interrupting him with a shove to the ribs.

You gave him a strange look before looking back to Luke, “I know, but still. He’s still out of my league.”

-

The weeks passed, more pool parties and barbecues filling your lengthened free summer days that you weren’t working or going on sporadic Tinder dates. You’d been on five total, with four different guys. Each party brought more stories, more tall tales of Derek, the free lance artist who wore a scarf and ordered you red wine, Gideon, the police officer who hadn’t put his career in his bio, and got slightly upset when you talked about your advocacy for human rights. Spencer was just weird, with piles of facts, criticizing your jokes for being politically incorrect or scientifically impossible. However, Aaron was nearly perfect. He was super sweet, dressed like a normal person, and laughed at your jokes, agreed passionately with your advocacy.

Each time you retold a story, Calum would slide down in his seat, frown at the world around him, excuse himself from the party too soon. You were catching on slightly, smelling the jealousy seeping from his pores, though it was masked by chlorine. You figured he was just jealous because he couldn’t manage to match with a good enough woman on Tinder. So, tonight- though you had to leave early for a date with Aaron- you would most definitely find him a match.

Calum had arrived early to Luke’s house to get the meat started on the grill. He was flipping a few burgers, sipping at his first beer with absentminded concentration. His mind wandered as Luke rambled off his ear about something he saw on Twitter. Luke laughed at a joke he made, while Calum’s eyes lost focus and went blurry. His thoughts swirled with you- your shampoo, and its coconut scent that reminded him of his first crush in middle school. Your eyes were seen in so many, so similar, yet freckled with so much heartbreak and kindness that emitted from your soft spoken lips and light hands that had contact with the stars.

He didn’t care if he would look better next to a girl with jet black hair and a perfect body. He didn’t care if they played bass, too, or if they were famous and loved The Rolling Stones. He didn’t care if she was hard headed and loud. He liked that you were soft and quiet- he was, too. He loved that you dressed so different; your floral patterns went well with his dark jeans t-shirt combos. He didnt care about things looked, just how they felt. And things with you...Hell, you felt good.

Calum jumped as Luke shouted, “Youre burning the burger- Cal!”

Calum dropped his beer can, spilling the liquid all over his bare feet as he grasped for the spatula. He tossed a burnt burger into the trash with a huff, scooping the others onto a tray. “Sorry.”

Luke shook his head, sitting down beside Calum, who was dipping his feet into the water to clean them off. “What’s your problem, mate? You’ve gotten so quiet lately. Especially when Y/N’s around.”

“Part of me is hoping I’ll be able to fight the urge to kiss her if I just stop talking to her. But, then she comes around and i cant stop talking to her. We get on so well,” Calum murmured, though Luke could hear.

“Yeah?” Luke urged him, feeling proud he could get Cal to say so much. He was a quiet person, a loud jokester in social situations, but so soft and enclosed about himself.

Calum shook his head, huffed, “I cant settle for somebody else. I know that sounds selfish and stupid, but she’s all I want. She’s all I’ve wanted since i met her. She’s so perfect and good and...she makes me feel good. I dont know. Its not impossible for her to like me back, but she’s so obsessed with the idea of someone being her type. Its like she’s afraid to just take a chance and love someone who she doesnt have figured out. She wants it all to be certain and specific and exactly the way she expects it to be.”

Luke sighed, creating small ripples with his feet in the pool, “Cal, Y/N is like a literal angel. She’s gentle and quiet and contained and confirmed. She’s perfect, like you said. But, Sierra knows her so well. She keeps herself like that because she’s been heartbroken before. So many times before. She’s scared, yes. But I think shed be willing to give you a chance if you just tell her...tell her exactly what it is.”

“What do you mean?” Calum already knew everything about Y/N. But, he didnt want Luke to think he was obsessive even though she knew everything about Cal, too.

Luke shrugged, both of their head’s turning to the patio door as it opened. “I dont know. But, you do. Just tell her.”

“How will I know if I’m saying the right things?”

“You just will.”

Sierra led you over to a lounge chair, sitting beside you as you slipped out of your sandals and tugged off your shirt. You were left in your bikini top and shorts, a combination that made Calum’s heart palpitate. He took the courage from Luke’s words and stood, walking over to you.

“Yeah, so if he ever wants to...” Sierra trailed off as Calum’s shadow fell over the two of you.

He gave you a shy smile as Sierra grinned and excused herself.

“Hey, Cal,” your lips lifted, eyes following him as he sat next to you. “How’ve ya been?”

“Good, you?” He was shy. He knew you could tell, too. His eyes kept switching between yours and his hands, your lips and...

“I’m okay. A little burnt out. Work has been busy because its summertime. High fashion and stuff, ya know?” You laughed, jabbing at a joke. Your eyes glinted when Calum tossed his head back and laughed.

“Yeah, I know, dont you see my high-end swim shorts?” He made a motion to show off his pants, and you admired him.

“Cute,” you replied. A beat of silence passed before your phone made a noise. You didnt touch it, knowing it was rude to do so, but your brows flicked up. “Oh! Have you matched with any other girls on Tinder? If you haven’t, I’m making it my mission to find you someone else.”

“How am I supposed to think about anyone else?” He blurted out suddenly.

You stopped smiling, blood freezing and your body turning stiffly. “What?”

“Uh,” Calum thought, wondering how he should go about this. “Theres a million little things I haven’t told you. I cant go on keeping them to myself. And pretending I want anyone else.”

You met his eyes and Calum felt the world melt away. Like a focused lens on a camera, he only saw you, your golden little halo. Your shocked expression.

“Cal,” you hesitated, “Aaron.”

“Is he the guy you want to hold you?” Calum whispered.

You visibly shivered, your heart beating out of your chest.

“It kills me thinking of you with him,” he paused, “you and i could have it good. I dont know him, but I know myself, and I know that I can love you so much better than he could.”

You shook your head, sweat pooling on your hands and the back of your neck. “No, Cal. Please. Dont make it hard.”

“It’s not hard unless you make it hard,” Calum spoke as soon as you began to stand.

“No, its not supposed to be hard. I want it to be easy for once,” you said.

Calum grabbed your hand, turning you back around, “It is. I know were so different, and I’m on the road all the time, and I’m fucked up because of people from my past. I know I smoke, and you help clean up cigarette butts in the park and I’m silent when I shouldn’t speak, but if you jump, Ill jump, too. C’mon, please?”

You finally met his eyes, feeling the rhythm of your heart steady. “I know its dramatic, but I’m just so afraid. So many guys have hurt me and made me feel ugly. I carry myself in a way that allows protection and routine. I hate the idea of some disturbance because disturbance has always meant hurt. Cal...i could love you. I think I’m very close to loving you, but i dont know if i can let myself.”

“I do love you, and I’m letting myself,” Calum stepped closer, tugging you to close the distance more. “Just let go.”

With silent permission, his hands slipped around your waist and your clutched his t-shirt. Your fists were tight, your lips stoic. Until you felt a lock pick inside your soul and you relaxed.

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[wolfboyvirus]

How well Arcana characters can read/write

(Im bored as shit yall)

Nadia:

The best reader and writer in all of vesuvia, can read the longest word to ever exist without hesitation and writes in the smoothest cursive youve ever seen. Sometimes she writes things on your skin like "my love" or something while yall r cuddling and if it was a normal person it would be great but all the swirls and curves just send you to heaven its fucking therapeutic. And, i forgot to mention she can read and write in like 3 other, way more complicated languages, and normally she isnt the type to brag but that is a serious achievement right there so how is she not gonna be like "oh of course i understand [insert language]. I can write in it too. Its rather easy, if im being honest." (insert smug smile)

Julian:

Is average at reading, nothing too special, but he's canonically the shittiest writer to ever exist. One time someone actually mistook it for genuine chicken scratch. Tbh he only learned to read and write because he needed it so he could do doctor-y things. However, he's fully aware that his writing is shitty so if you ever offer him any tips ("hey maybe make your o's by drawing a circle instead of a sloppy infinity sign") he will definitely take them.

Asra:

Before your death he couldn't really read or write at all but when he realized you had to relearn everything he learned all the shit so he could teach you. So now he's actually pretty good at it. Just a little under Nadia's skill level when it comes to reading, and his writing is just good enough to be actually readable (for you at least (he doesnt give a shit whether or not others can read his writing he just needs to make sure you understand it))

Portia:

She only just barely started learning a while back, so she's at the level of a 4th or 5th grader rn, but with time she's able to read literally anything. Unfortunately bad handwriting seems to run in the family since she's almost as bad as Julian. She's trying, just make sure to remind her that she should make a line straighter or a curve curvier every now and then and she'll be just fine. Also has a little trapdoor in her cottage leading to a little basement with a ton of books and paper she's dedicated specifically to her studies and there are cushions everywhere with patterned letters printed on them.

Muriel:

Actually can't read or write at all. Completely illiterate. He grew up homeless so he didn't really have anyone to teach him (except Asra but he didn't know either), and even after he ran away from the coliseum he didnt really need to learn. But, at a certain point you send him a cute love letter while ur traveling somewhere and he's like "wait i want to know what this says" so he learns the entire alphebet and like 37 words until you come back a week later and help him out. The only problem is that he has no concept of spacing or writing small so he can write "i lov yu" and it would take up the entire page. And the worst thing is that he finds he actually kind of likes writing and wants to keep a diary so he had an entire box of books full of writing thats slowly getting smaller and smaller and its actually a great way to track his progress but the amount of money you've spent on paper makes you wanna die. But it makes Muriel happy so who cares about bankruptcy right

Lucio:

He's barely any better than Muriel tbh. He sees you reading a book one day and he asks what its about (he doesnt like books but if ur interested in it then its probably good) and ur so focused on the story that you just show him the cover so you can keep reading and he's just like "...i cant fucking read that lmao" and you have to teach him because he starts to feel left out/insecure. He grew up in a tribe surrounded by violence and didnt really need to read and write to be a good mercenary so he had no incentive to learn. He only knows a few words because even though he usually got others to do work for him he did have to handle certain responsibilities as the Count of Vesuvia. So like he knows how to sign his name and initals and thats it. He really really wants to learn cursive like Nadia because it looks fancy but you actually dont know cursive so he needs to settle for normal writing like everyone else oof. He still prefers picture-based books but now he can enjoy that awesome novel u were reading :D

[firefly464]

I know this is a bit dumb and really long but could I request a prompt for split realities were c!Sam's decided that he's going to be there for real world Tommy and let him be a kid for once after everything he's been through. While getting Tommy to get him things for the Big Innit Hotel Tommy starts to go on about animal crossing and how Sam's reminding him of someone called Tom Nook and Sam has no idea what any of that is but Tommy's just genuinely smiled for the first time in ages so Sam goes around asking everyone he can find on the SMP if they know what animal crossing is but no-one, not even Tubbo, knows what Tommy's talking about. Just as Sam's about to give up he asks Eret and has a conversation about tanooki's and everything else and Sam resolves that he'd protect this kid form the whole server singled handed if he had to, but for know he'll settle for making weird noise and giving Tommy random tasks that, no matter how much he complains, make him smile and act a bit more like the child he never got to be.

aaaaaaawo3iersdjfaeoifj im so sorry this took so long but i swear we didnt forget about you school is just kinda mean D:

also this prompt is so much more painful after recent streams but shhh its fine

I wrote the first part, @pamiiap wrote the second part :D 

Original Story - Other Drabbles

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“Heh, you’re kinda like Tom Nook.” The words had escaped Tommy’s mouth before he could think about it. 

Sam gave him a strange look. “Who?” 

His face turned red in embarrassment. It had been a while since he had slipped up like that, accidentally saying something that no one else would understand. He had thought that it was something he was past. “Sorry, it's nothing. Ignore me.” 

“Well now I’m curious. Who’s Tom Nook?” Sam’s voice wasn’t mocking or confused, instead it was filled with genuine curiosity and a desire to learn more. 

Tommy couldn’t help but smile slightly at the memory of his home. “He’s uh, he’s a character from a game I used to play back home. He would help you build things and tell you what to do and...” the smile on his face grew wider as he continued to ramble, waving his arms around as he spoke. 

Sam found himself smiling as well. When was the last time he had seen Tommy this excited over something? Since he had smiled so genuinely? Sam couldn’t remember. He needed to do something about that.

~~~

“Animal… crosses?” Tubbo said. “I’ve never heard of it. Like, do animals cross… things?”

“I really don’t know.” Sam sighed. “I’m going to ask a couple more people, just tell me if you know anything, okay?”

“Okay, Sam.” Tubbo waved goodbye to Sam. “See you around!”

As Tubbo was fading from Sam’s peripheral, Sam had to think, who hadn’t he asked yet? He’s asked Ranboo, Quackity, Puffy, even Fundy. He wants to know Tommy better, but how? He knows he isn’t the same person he used to be, he didn’t have a chance to know who he was. 

Who was he now?

What changed?

He can’t figure it out.

“Hey man, you alright?” Eret’s voice startled him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m good. Something’s just been on my mind.” Sam replies.

“You wanna talk about it?” Eret sits down and motions for Sam to sit with them.

“Well, I don’t see why not.” Sam shrugged and took a seat.

Leaning back and looking up, Sam explained his situation. “It’s about Tommy… I want to know him better, but I don’t know how.”

“He told me about the whole alternate dimensions thing.” Sam continued. “That’s, well, all I know about him really… Except for that Tom Nook character he mentioned.”

“Tom Nook?” Eret interjected.

“I don’t know anymore, Eret.” Sam turned to face them. “I just-”

“Want to be there for him?” They finish.

“...yeah. Sums it up.”

They both sit in silence for a while.

Eret breaks the silence first. “You know, Tom Nook’s based on a tanooki. That’s where it got the name.”

“Can you tell me more about the uh… tah-nook-ees?” Sam said, emphasizing the syllables.

Eret laughed. “Sure, Sam.”

And, that’s where Sam realizes. He realizes he would do anything for the kid. He’d fight the whole server if it meant protecting him, but he’ll settle for making the weird noise tah-nook-ees make, assigning arbitrary tasks and building hotels. No matter how much he curses or complains, he’ll try to make him smile and act a bit more like the child he never got to be.

[vodkassassin]

I'm sitting here... trying to decide between 9 and 11... and decide to leave it to you. It's too early to think. :D

Hehe I love my son who i twisted incredibly away from any canon gave severe PTSD and Depression. I gave him an emotional support human

Snippet: Barricade didnt fight in Mission City bc he didn’t want to (transformers)

Barricade's cables tensed as Malakai wrenched open his driver-side door and slammed it shut behind her. He was still and silent when she threw herself into the leather seat and curled inward, shaking so hard he could feel it. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly with white knuckles, and she leaned forward to rest her forehead on the upper rim of it.

He didn’t move a single plate as they both sat there, him listening to her sob and her muttering insults at herself, asking herself why she was always so stupid.

It didn’t take a brain quicker than a quantum computer for him to realize she was blaming herself for this, and something about that made his spark contract sharply, and he was sitting in holoform in the passenger's seat beside her before either of them could blink.

Tellingly, she didn’t even notice him for about two good, long minutes. He counted.

Even then, it took him resetting his vocal output loudly before she jerked upright and stared at him with wide eyes.

“Shit,” was the first thing out of her mouth. “D-Did I just get in the wrong car?”

“No,” he told her, bewildered, watching as she whipped her head around to look at the interior of himself. Or, her car, technically.

He could see her confusion grow into alarm as she spotted all the telling signs that it wasn’t, in fact, the wrong car- the peach air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror, the sheaf of papers in that battered blue folder scattered on the dashboard, the worn, pine-fresh washed throw blanket spread over the backseat. Finally, she turned back to him with fear in her eyes, and he withheld a wince despite being in holoform.

“O-Ok, why are you in my car?”

“Technically, I’m not in your car,” he told her before he could stop himself, spreading his empty light based human-looking hands to show how empty they were, out of habit.

She stared at him.

Barricade bit his lip. “Um, I am your car?”

Malakai blinked, eyebrows coming together to meet in a furrowed look, and she didn’t move from where she’d plastered herself to the door. Away from him.

“What.”

Barricade resisted the urge to pout. He didn’t want her to be scared of him. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go- though, he wondered sardonically to himself, how was this supposed to go? He, basically a pure stranger, magically appearing in her car with her and telling her he’s was the car?

Primus, but Barricade was an moron.

“I’m- ” he tried again, and then sighed, stretching his hands forward instead. Action spoke louder than words, after all. She shrank back even more, impossibly, but he didn’t reach for her, instead focusing on his holoform and making his hands light up softly, and appear see-through like the light it actually was, instead of the synthetic hard light it had been.

Malakai’s eyes bugged out as she switched her stare down to his hands, and Barricade sighed.

“I know I’m basically a stranger and you have no reason to trust me,” he admitted, and her eyes darted up to search his face, “but I’m asking this anyway. Pass your hand through mine.”

“Wait,” she started, aghast. “You want me to hold your hand? Wh-“

“No?” Barricade cast her a befuddled look. “No, I don’t- Listen, just try it, ok? It’s not what you think, I promise.”

They both sat there for a moment, within his cabin, just staring at one another. Malakai’s gaze kept flitting from his lit-up hands up to his face and back again, caution in their depths. Barricade liked the expressions of humanity so much more than he’d ever cared for the emotions expressed through the electromagnetic fields that cybertronians had. Humans and their eyes and expressions and body language… it was all so much more. So much warmer. So much more present.

Neither of them said a word, and for a good few minutes, there wasn’t movement either. Barricade held his breath the whole time, even though he had no need to breath anyway.

Suddenly Malakai shifted, ever so slowly, sitting up straighter to lean in an inch, and then another. Hesitantly, she stared up at his face, into his own holoformic eyes, searching for something. When she seemed to find what she was looking for, her hand darted forward, only to stop a good distance away from his own, still outstretched palms. He gazed calmly back at her.

When nothing happened, she hesitantly reached out further and made to grasp one of his hands in hers- well, tried, at least. She gaped openly as her own limb passed harmlessly through the light particles that made up his own.

“You’re a ghost!” She shouted, and Barricade did wince at the pain the sudden high decibels sent though his audio processors. He hastily turned down their level of perception.

“I’m not!” He told her earnestly, because, what? He gestured at himself- or rather, his holoform. “I’m… well, this isn’t actually me. It’s a projection of light particles. Kind of like a hologram? I’m not actually sitting here with you right now- even though I kind of am…”

Barricade was terrible at this whole explanation thing. He should just stop.

Malakai inched forward, settling more into the leather seat and less glued to the door frame. Her face still held a trace amount of alarm, but she seemed to be less afraid at the knowledge he’s just given her, for whatever reason.

“I-If you’re not here, then where…?” She made to ask, before freezing where she sat. Her eyes grew even wider as she slowly, sloth-like, swiveled her gaze around to take in the interior of her car with new vision.

“The car…” she whispered, and then cast him an almost accusing gaze. “You said you were the car.”

Barricade took in a breath, relieved that she seemed to be getting it at last. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Malakai stared at him. “How?”

“Uh,” he blinked at her. “Well… I’m an alien species… a mech? Is that what you call us? In your fantasy stories anyway. But I’m not fantasy, I’m real.”

“You’re an alien robot?” Malakai asked him, the answer spreading across her face, as well as terror. She shrank in on herself, curling up in the seat and trying not to touch the rest of the interior as she made the realization that she was literally inside of him. “A giant alien robot?”

This time, Barricade did pout. The light vanished from his hands, re-solidifying into it’s hard state, and he crossed his arms almost petulantly. “I’m not a robot.”

The sudden absence of light made Malakai flinch slightly. The human girl glanced over at him from the corner of her eye, from where she’d been regarding the steering wheel with a strange intensity. “But you are an alien.”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

“Ok, but- then why are you here?”

Barricade looked at her, unable to articulate an answer.

She huffed, “I mean, why are… why are you my car?”

“I don’t know,” Barricade said, bemused. “You’re the one who bought me, you tell me.”

Malakai stared at him for a long minute, just long enough for Barricade to begin to feel uncomfortable - or, more uncomfortable than this conversation already was - before groaning and burying her face into her hands.

“Don’t say that,” she complained. “It makes it sounds like you’re my slave or something. Buying you… god…” the last part came out in a mutter beneath her breath, but Barricade’s audial input still picked it up.

He shifted in the faux leather seat, giving her a moment to collect herself. If it had been him Primus knows he’d have prefered he just leave him alone to think. But, well… that was a bit difficult to do, seeing as where they were sitting was, in fact, Barricade. And he wasn’t about to just shove her out and drive away. She’d been through enough tonight.

Malakai gave a long sniffle, swiping her sleeve across her eyes and leaning back in her seat with a gusty, explosive sigh. She stared sightlessly at the dashboard, and it was a good few minutes of silence before she turned her head slowly to look at his holoform.

“Since you’re, uh, my - the car,” she began quietly, expression saying that a part of her was still finding it difficult to wrap her head around that fact, “then you… you were there for… all of that. And… and pretty much everything else,” she finished, sitting back in her seat with wide eyes. “I mean… I basically take you everywhere. So… you probably saw all of that, didn’t you.”

“Yeah,” Barricade gave a delicate cough, feeling a bit sheepish as he watched a mortified blush steal across her face. “I, um…”

He paused, glancing out through the tinted windows at the building she’d rushed out of. His sensor pinged in a distant fashion, telling him that Bradford and his friends were still within the front room. He couldn’t help but glare at the entrance.

“Wanna run them over?” He asked, without intending to actually verbalize it.

Malakai stared at him.

Barricade winced, trying again, though he realized it was just digging a deeper hole, so to speak. “Crash into the storefront? They’re still there.”

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

“What?”

“You just told me you’re an alien, that you’re my car, and now you say you wanna murder my boyfriend?”

Barricade bristled. “He’s not your boyfriend anymore. Or are you gonna just let him get away with how he just treated you - how he’s been treating you this whole time? And it wouldn’t be actual murder,” he complained, “just, a little… nudge.”

“Nudge,” she deadpanned. “By crashing my, you, uh - urgh!”

Barricade smothers a grin.

Malakai throws her hands up. “I’m not gonna be that chick who goes ballistic after being dumped and drives a vehicle into the front of the restaurant her suddenly-ex boyfriend is in that they talked about in tomorrow’s news story!”

For some reason, Barricade notes, she isn’t as tense as she was a minute ago when he’d revealed himself to her. Odd.

[moonlightskids]

shall we

fluff (long poly au)

i.

the pool water is cold against your warm skin, the reflects on it giving it a crystal effect, it’s a perfect summer day at the bang’s house. the big patio is full of rowdy boys, well, there’s only nine of them but they’re as loud as a hord of teenagers. jisung and jeongin are yelling the lyrics of the song coming from the sound system, doing a rather ridiculous interpretation, while woojin and felix are just staring at them from the tanning chairs, joining once in a while to add an equally ridiculous high note. a giggle scapes your lips as you keep your eyes on your childhood friends.

all of you grew up together on the same block, a neighborhood full of big houses and ostentatious cars, all kids of rich families, who sent their kids to the same private schools, invited to the same fancy parties and matching high brand fits.

turning to your left you find chan, changbin and minho carrying enough drinks and snacks for your always hungry group, there’s pastries and fruits, even some alcohol, chan’s mom really is the best. inside the luxurious home you can see the integral kitchen from outside, seungmin is helping miss bang with the food, which isn’t surprising, seungmin is what moms call: a perfect son in law, at least your mom does, and he’s not even your boyfriend. you sigh at the thought, the idea of dating any of your close friends has always been one that gave you an itchy feeling, but lately, since seungmin came back from america, after a whole semester studying there, you can’t help but think about him differently.

you shake the thought away as you hear the door bell echo through the two story house, after a minute hyunjin walks into the patio, only wearing his swim suit and a sleeveless tank top. everyone has changed since you started college, but hyunjin, he did a whole 180 change. not because he wasn’t handsome before, but in high school he used to give this prince like vibe, that would make your heart jump in your ribcage. now in college, with longer hair and muscled arms, it doesn’t just make your heart go crazy, but your whole body.

“y/n”, hyunjin is shaking a hand in front of your face, a smirk on his stupid lips, “like what you see?”, god you wish you could wipe that expression off his face, “and i haven’t even taken my shirt off yet”

“huh!, you wish”, you’re not a good liar, but you try your best, “i was just looking at the snacks”, you say motioning at seungmin who’s walking in with a tray of food.

“you hear that, seungmin”, yells jisung from the other side of the patio, where they’ve stopped giving an improvised concert, “y/n just called you a snack”, there’s a mischievous smile in his squirrel like face and you curse the day you decided to tell, jisung of all people, of your little crush on your childhood friend.

the heat rushes to your cheeks and you shake your head agressively, “I DIDNT SAY THAT”, you wish you could just drown on chan’s pool right now, “i meant the food”, your words come out as a whisper and you can hear the boys behind you snickering.

“too late, y/n, there’s no saving now”, your defeated sigh is all they need, god, how you hate losing to this losers. looking up, seungmin is still standing there, a soft red on his cheeks. when his eyes find yours, he clears his throat and ends his walk to the table were the rest of the snacks and drinks are. admitting your lost you make your way out of the pool before the hynas you call friends finish all the food.

“so, i have a proposition”, felix interrupts the silent session of stuffing your faces, everyone stops chewing, waiting for him to continue.

“if this is anything like that one time jisung proposed to go camping and instead we ended up lost in the forest for five hours, i don’t wanna know”, everyone agrees with woojin’s statement, that day was no fun. camping was ok but going for a walk inside the dark forest when no one knows any survival skills wasn’t. jisung rolls his eyes at the mention of his infamous idea, “can you guys get over it already? we’re fine”

“yeah, not thanks to you”, jeongin adds, earning a not so threatening look from his hyung.

“anyways”, felix continues, “my dad bought this new cabin, how about we spend a weekend there?, we can swim in the lake, roast some marshmallows, share horror stories...”

“get eaten by a bear”, this time is you who interrupts.

“well”, starts chan, “if things comes to worst, we’ll just sacrifice jisung”, everyone nods in agreement (except jisung for obvious reasons), and it gets settled, this weekend, you’re going to felix’s cabine in the woods and if life’s good enough, you might even get ridden of jisung.

ii.

friday comes by fast, like everything when you’re not drowning in essays and presentations. sitting on bed, you make a list of all the things you need to take and have packed while you wait for jisung to pick you up. there’s bikinis, towell, food, comfy pijamas, repelent and your charger. but your mind is somewhere else. a whole weekend, no parents, alcohol and a crush on your childhood friend is never a good combination. jisung barges into your room making you jump, a scowl on your face.

“god jisung”, you frown at his smile, it’s bigger than usual, “what’s with you?”

“i have a plan”, he says as he starts going back downstairs with your way too big bag for just a weekend. following closely behind him, you try not to fall from the new imperial stairs that had been changed while you were away for college.

“what do you mean a plan?”, instead of answering, your best friend throws your bag in the back and opens the front door for you. you go in and wait for him to do the same, “jisung”, you whine, god his plans are never good.

when you’re finally on the road, which only lasts a few minutes as you park infront of hyunjin’s house and wait for him, he finally speaks, “i know how to make your crush on our friend work”, he moves his eyesbrows suggestively, he knows about your crush on hyunjin too? you stare at his front door anxiously, you really don’t want him to know.

“how do you know about my crush on hyunjin?”, you whisper yell as quietly as possible, when you see his eyes open widely you know you’ve fucked up.

“i- YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HYUN-“, covering his mouth with your hand as fast as possible you shush him, only letting go when you’ve seen he’s calmed down.

“ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod”, your head hitting jisung’s expensive mercedes window, god you’re such an idiot. he starts laughing, you’re so annoyed you would kick him out of the car and leave him there if it weren’t because you don’t have your drivers license yet.

“god, y/n, i was talking about seungmin, but i can’t believe you ALSO have a crush on hyunjin. i mean, i get it, puberty did hit them hard, but two of our childhood friends?”, you groan, great, of all people, he has to be the one who knows about both of your crushes. you should have spent the summer with your parents in the maldives instead of staying here, god stupid friendship promises.

before you can continue the conversation, hyunjin walks out of the mansion, and he’s not alone, of course seungmin is with him, with a simple hi, the both of them climb into the car. jisung is enjoying this too much, making faces at you everytime any of the boys a knowledges your presence. the two hours drive to the cabine is pure torture, after the conversation, you can’t help but blush everytime any of their eyes crosses with yours.

after what it feels like an eternity, jisung finally parks infront of the cabine, you’re the last ones to arrive. chan’s unloading all the bags from his truck, a smile in his face as he watches you climb down the car.

“hey, how was the trip”, his voice is sweet like always and you watch him juggle 4 louis vuitton bags in his arms as you carry your chanel one, high brand bags to a cabine in the woods, god us rich really are annoying.

“a torture”, is all you say as you make your way inside as fast as possible. as soon as you go in, you find the rest of the boys unpacking the food in the kitchen, all except jeongin who’s sitting with felix in the livingroom organizing the video games, “hey”, you greet them collectively, sitting on the sofa infront of the tv and sighing deeply.

“you know”, minho says from the kitchen, “you could come and help”, he’s standing in the entrance, bags of snack on his arms.

“i wish i could, but i don’t want to”, at your answer, minho rolls his eyes and continues with the work.

“spoiled brat”, you hear him say under his breath and you chuckle. “we all are, minho”. when the rest of the boys are finally inside, felix stops what he’s doing to give everyone a tour. the cabine is smaller than you expected from his dad, but still big enough to show off. it has four rooms, five bathrooms, a big kitchen and an even bigger livingroom inside, outside there’s a jacuzzi, a bonfire place, chairs, tables and infront, a lake.

“so this is how it works”, felix starts, “two rooms of three and two rooms of two. since this is my cabine, i choose a double bedroom, changbin hyung and i can share”, changbin is such a lucky bastard.

“as the oldest”, woojin speaks before anyone else has a chance, “i’ll have the other double one and i’ll share with chan”, both boys high five at their stupid privilege. god, old people are the worst. that leaves six people, jisung, minho, jeongin, hyunjin, seungmin and you.

without losing time, jisung interjectes, “rock, paper, scissors?”, everyone agrees. and of course, with your luck, you end up paired with both hyunjin AND seungmin. three scissors and three rocks, what are the fucking odds?

iii.

after unpacking and changing at light speed so you could get out of the room before any of the boys could say anything to you, you sit on one of the logs scattered outside the house, there’s a big crystal window that separates the livingroom from the bonfire place. the flames are high enough to almost be scary and they warm your body. you sigh, life was so much easier when you were kids. hanging out every day after class, helping each other with homework, running away from the fancy parties after woojin finally got his license, 10 people in his father’s five seat bmw, only caring about the now; now, is all about the future, what you’re studying, what position you will taking on your parent’s company, will you still be able to see each other, who you gonna marry...

the crystal door rolls to the side and hyunjin exits the house, taking a sit next to you, his smile is so big, his eyes dissapear and you feel literal butterflies going crazy in your stomach.

“beer?”, he’s holding two bottles and you take one, if you’re gonna have to deal with your feelings tonight, you might as well get (a little) drunk. a shocked noise comes from his throat when you down it all in one go.

“everything ok?”, hyunjin’s face is formed into a worried expression. you sigh, why does everything has to be so complicated. looking anywhere but his concerned expression, you lock eyes with seungmin, that’s sitting right infront of you. the flames of the bonfire make his face look distorted but you can still make out his factions. the baby cheeks he used to have are gone, leaving him with high cheek bones and a strong jaw, his eyes still have his soft puppy look, but his long hair makes his turn from good kid to reckles teen too obvious.

he smiles at you, the action sending goosebumps down your spine making you shiver. hyunjin most misinterprete your reaction cause he puts an arm around your shoulder, trying to shield you from the cold breeze that wasn’t bothering you at all. but you let him, cause it feels nice. you’re too distracted in hyunjin’s arms to notice seungmin’s frown from across the patio.

the night is fun, you spend hours drinking and talking and playing stupid high school party games with your friends. at one point jisung is so drunk he willingly gets his clothes off and throws himself into the freezing lake, for your friendship, of course, and woojin, who you have never seen this wasted, starts crying over his master and how he’s gonna have to move to england for two years to keep his studies (he’s not the only one that cries). and now, yourself, you drank so many beers you’re staring to see things multiplicated, has jeongin always had two heads.

hyunjin seems to notice the weird look you’re giving your friend and with a chuckle he helps you up with one hand and starts guiding you inside, “i’m taking y/n to bed”, you hear a chorus of ‘goodnights’ and turn around in time to not miss the suggestive look jisung throws your way, you hate his stupid ass.

the walk up the stairs is a whole odyssey. at some point hyunjin has to carry you cause you’re unable to move your feet correctly. laying you on your bed, he helps you out of your shoes, from where you are, you can see his face perfecly, the long hair glistens with moonlight and your eyes fix on his plump pink lips, you’re so drunk you’ll totally kiss him right now if your heart wasn’t too scared of his reaction.

his face is centimeters away from yours, “you should go to sleep”, his fingers pushing your hair behind your ear, “y/n... are you listening?”, you nod and his face turns into a sweet smile that dissapears as soon as his eyes land on your parted lips.

he’s done with your shoes and instead of sitting next to you he hovers over you, one arm on each of your side, making your body lean back. he’s close enough to even make your drunk self flustered. without a word, his face leans on you and he’s kissing you, it’s a rough kiss, his lips move fast and harsh against yours. somehow you move into the pillow, his arms around your waist and yours holding his shirt tightly. you’re starting to fall asleep, but the feeling of hyunjin’s lips is too addicting to ask him to stop. every now and then his teeth grace your lower lip making you sigh and hold tighter.

“i love you, y/n”, is the last thing you hear before falling asleep, your head on his chest and his face on your hair.

iv.

“YOU DID WHAT?”, jisung’s voice boom’s through out your empty house. You’ve had arrived from the cabin last night and now you’re sitting on the livingroom with your best friend, “HE SAID WHAT NOW?”

“goodness jisung, can you stop screaming”, your voice sounds exasperated, you’re waiting for the boys to come for the sleepover you’re having, one last hang out before everyone has to go back to college, and you have no intention in letting anyone know what happened in the cabin, “hyunjin kissed me and told me he loved me and now i don’t know what to do”

“well”, jisung speaks after a minute at a normal volume now, “how do you feel about it?”, how are you supposed to feel about it, you’ve had a crush on hyunjin since you were kids when he used to always bring you a flower when he’ll come to visit you and the way he acts with you helps in no way, and of course, as someone you’ve had in your life for so long, you love him, “you’re smiling...”, your eyes go back to your best friends who’s looking at you with a curious tint in his eyes, one that makes me you blush, “... but what about seungmin?”

a deep sigh scapes your lips, what about him... is not like he’s ever shown any interest in you, at least not like that and god knows how long you’ve been waiting for something to happen, but now that hyunjin had confessed, did it really make sense to keep waiting for seungmin. jisung seems to know your feelings without you even voicing them. he seems like he wants to say something, comfort you, but just like you, he doesn’t find the right words.

“i just don’t know”, your words come out as a whisper and your best friend just nods in understanding, honestly, jisung wouldn’t know what to do in that situation either, but he still has friend duties, so trying to lift the mood, he stands up and plays some music, a mischievous smile on his face and an extended hand. without a word you take it, letting him guide you as you dance as ridiculous as you can to every song that plays.

“you know”, you stop your pathetic attempt of moon walking to look bach at jisung, “back in middle school, i used to have a crush on you”

“in middle school??”, you choke with your own saliva and try to imagine chubby jisung and his big black glasses having a crush on you, “i know...”, and the both of you are laughing again, so hard you end up laying on the floor of your livingroom, “love you, ji”, he nods, looking back at you, “i know”

your emotional moment gets cut short by your doorbell, some seconds letter a group of eight loud boys enter the room, arms full of food and drinks, ready to start this party.

v.

the party doesn’t go as you expected. you thought you’ll spend most of it talking with hyunjin, trying to figure out where you stand, but instead, you’re uncappable to torn your eyes away from seungmin. he’s quieter than usual, fidgeting with his fingers while sitting next to chan who’s engrossed in a conversation with changbin.

now and then he looks up at you, avoiding your eyes as soon as he notices them on him, you’re starting to get impatient, maybe you just need a moment for yourself. standing up you make your way upstairs to your room, the only place free of your friends. not even a minute later you feel the door open behind you and seungmin walks in slowly.

his eyes scan your room, “it look different”, his words are simple but they streak hard. you had made a lot of changes to your room right bedore going to college, the boys had helped you to redecorate but seungmin had left sooner to start his time in london, so he had never seen the changes or your changes, just like you hadn’t seen his.

“yeah, we’ve all changed”, he nods, taking a seat next to you. his eyes are on you and you try your best to hold his look. he seems to be weighing his options and after a minute that feels like an eternity, he finally speaks.

“ok, here goes nothing”, with a deep breath, he speaks again, “i like you”, there’s a long moment of silence. what are you supposed to say, you already confessed to hyunjin that night at felix’s cabine and even if you do have feelings for seungmin too, how are you supposed to reciprocate to both of them. the frustration seems to reflect on your face as seungmin sighs defeated. “i get it, i should have known when i saw you and hyunjin sleeping together”, his voice is low and fragile and your heart clutches at the sad puppy eyes he’s giving you. “i just thought it was worth the try, you know? and with the way jisung was acting, i really thought i had a chance”

he saw that?, you were so drunk, after you fell asleep on hyunjin’s arm, all you remember is waking up to an empty room, you just thought he had slept somewhere else.

your heart jumps to your throat and all the times seungmin ever casted a look on you come to your mind, you imagined the way he looked at you was one of a brother to a sister but now. your hand wraps arouns his arm, his skin is soft and warm and you pull him to you before he can walk out of your room, “but seungmin”, your free hand traces the side of his cheek and you watch as he closes his eyes and leans on your touch, “i do like you, a lot”

“you do?”, his eyes open in surprise, “but you and hyunjin...”

“i like him too, that’s why i don’t know what to do”, you step away, moving back on your bed, “i don’t wanna hurt any of you”, in silence seungmin moves to sit back next to you.

“it’ll hurt me more to not have any of you at all than just half”, seungmin covers the distance between you two to kiss you. different from hyunjin, seungmin’s lips are warm and the way he kisses you is soft and sweet, his hands on your cheeks push your hair out of your face and he deepens the kiss using his tongue. the feeling that fill your stomach when he touches you is like a hot chocolate after a long walk in a snowy day, your heart is beating at a steady pace making you relax your arms around his neck and bring him even closer to you. the way seungmin’s lips move against yours makes you sigh in content. pulling away you earn a cute whine from him that makes you smile, why does he have to be so damn cute.

“now what?”, your voice is muffled agaisnt his lips. someone clears his throat and by the way seungmin reacts, moving back surprised, you can tell is not him. moving away you turn around to find hyunjin standing at the door. more than a hurt expression, than you expected from someone who had find the person he loves kissing someone else, there’s a look of realization on his face, a smile tugging at his plump lips.

“now you choose”, his voice sounds like he’s having fun, shaking your head you start replying only to get interrupted by hyunjin away, who walks inside and sits on your other side, “i meant seungmin”, the look of confusion most be obvious on yours and seungmin’s face cause hyunjin finally decides to elaborate, “you like both of us and we both like you. i’m okay with sharing you, if he’s ok with it too”, your eyes go from hyunjin to seungmin who’s looking at the both of you like he’s already decided.

“i already told her, i’m rather have half than none”, his voice is a whisper and you really can’t believe what’s happening, “but, we have to share and what about her”, what about you????

hyunjin smirks, leaning in to get between seungmin and you, “she’ll have to share too”, at his word both of the boys turn to look at you, “is that okay?”, and you nod without thinking, is ut okay to be with both of your childhood friends at the same time? you’re not sure, will a poly relationship actually work when you haven’t even had another relationship? you’ll have to see, all you know is, you’ll rather share them than don’t have them at all.

hyunjin smiles, that big one that makes his eyes disappear and stands up with you, “we should go back downstairs before they come looking for us”, you follow him to the door, only turning to look for seungmin, he’s righ behind you, showing all his teeth with the happy smile in his face. the three of you walk back into the livingroom where your friends have almost run out of food.

chan and changbin are still talking, the spot seungmin used to occupy is now filled with jeongin who seems to be ready to go to sleep, felix ans minho are sitted on the floor watching jisung lose pathetically in an arms match with woojin, but when you enter all eyes turn to you and your hands that are holding hyunjin, without thinking, jisung jumps in the air, an triumphant scream, “I KNEW IT, everyone pay now”, the room feels with groans as jeongin, felix, changbin and minho put fifties on jisung’s hand. you wait for an explanation, you eyebrow raised.

“jisung bet you’ll end up choosing hyunjin”, at least chan has the decency to sound embarrased as he too puts a fifty in your best friend’s hand, “we bet you’ll end up with seungmin”, he continues and you turn to look at the culprit of all your troubles who’s smiling maniatically.

“oh, c’mmon, i’ll take you out for ice cream”, rolling your eyes you let go of hyunjin to sit on the free sofa where both of your, now boyfriends, lay with you. and to your surprise, seungmin is the one to speak.

“she doesn’t need you to take her out for ice cream, she has us for that”, now’s everyone else’s time to be confused and the frowns deepen when seungmin leans down, an arm around your shoulder and gives your lips a sweet, short kiss, “right?”, you nod shyly, trying to hide your burning face from everyone’s eyes, “right”, this time, hyunjin puts a finger under your chin, lifting your face and kisses you, putting his arm over seungmin’s.

when you look back, everyone’s mouth is hanging, except for woojin’s who’s actually smiling, “which means”, he starts, an innocent smile on his face, “i win”, you open your eyes in surprise as you watch jisung give up his new earned fifties to the oldest on your group, who sends a wink your way, “now, i can take the three of you out for ice cream”, and you laugh, the three of you. what would you do without your friends.

m.list

[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

-2-

I was waiting patiently in my room for the excitement that I was expecting to hear from my brother once his friends announced themselves.

Over my music, I could hear some of Dustins toys making noise and I realized that they must have set some up in the living room to draw him out.

Probably Will’s idea, he was always the really creative one of the group.

I heard the excited shouts and party horns, then I heard Dust scream then I heard another scream. Then I heard the ‘Are you okay?’ cries.

I hopped off my bed and went out to the living room quickly before seeing Dustin hugging Mike.

“What happened?” I asked.

Dustin looked back at me, “Huuh, they came to surprise me but then they scared me because the toys were going off and I might have sprayed Lucas in the face with hairspray.”

I looked at him wide eyed and he looked right back at me with the same look.

“Hairspray, really?”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“But with your hairspray? What were you trying to do? Style his eyelashes?”

“Well it wouldn’t have hurt to have them styled!”

I sent him another bewildered look before moving to the kitchen where Max was shoving Lucas’ head back under the water harshly.

“Now, Max,” I started, getting her attention, “you don’t wanna spend your youth in jail so I wouldn’t recommend murder.”

She smiled at me before letting go of her boyfriend, “Well, Lou, what would you do if your boyfriend asked if you had a new zit on your face?”

I looked over at Lucas who had a small embarrassed smile on his face. I tilted my head and grimaced, “Was the water scalding? Because the water should be scalding for that one.

“I agree,” Max said cheerily reaching for the tap of the faucet.

“No! No!” Lucas said, putting his hands over Max’s, who by this time was laughing.

“I’m sorry!” Lucas said with a smile on his face.

“Fine,” she said simply, letting her arms fall back to her sides, “say it again and it will be scalding next,” she said sternly.

He raised his hands in surrender, “Understood.”

“Your eyes good though, for real?” I asked him, walking over.

He nodded and blinked harshly a few times, before wiping away some of the lingering water.

“Yeah, stinging is pretty much gone.”

I snorted and patted his shoulder, “Good, now get back to Dustin, he missed you guys,” I told the two of them.

They nodded before walking around me and back to the living room.

I made my way back through the living room past the group of kids who then greeted me since there wasn’t a chance to before, even Elle who was seemingly, hopefully, coming out of her shell a bit more. She was still clinging onto Mike but it was cute. Young love.

I walked back to my room and absentmindly grabbed a magazine and sat on my bed and flipped through the pages lazily.

My mom eventually came in to my room to see if Dustin and the rest of the party were with me. I told her no and that they probably went with Dustin to set up his radio.

“But I made the dinner he wanted!” she said sadly.

I bit my lip to stop the smile, “I think his words were ‘whatever you want, ma.’”

She pointed her wooden spoon at me before she smiled lightly at me,”Well I guess it’s just a girls night in, do you wanna invite Robin to come over?”

I shook my head thinking about my best friend, “She’s working at Scoops today till nine when the mall closes.”

She nodded, “Well...come on, dinners ready,” she said before disappearing from my doorway.

I sighed and tossed the magazine onto my bed before I got up and followed my mom out, I looked through the window in the kitchen that faced the backyard. Dustins bike was gone from where it had been the last month so I definitely knew he had gone to set up his radio with the party.

After dinner I helped my mom with the dishes before going back to my room. It was getting later and Dustin still hadn’t come back.

I was trying not to be overly concerned. He was at one of two places. Either at the top of the hill talking to Suzie or at Mike’s playing a round of D&D. If they were playing a campaign he usually didn’t show back up at home till later.

After Will’s disappearance almost two years prior mom and I tried to place some more restrictions onto Dustin. But to know Dustin is to know that he’s a bit stubborn. During Will’s disappearance we couldn’t find him for the longest time one night, only to get a call from Mrs. Wheeler saying that Dustin was at their place and the cops and FBI were there. He was grounded for a bit and wasn’t let out of her sight for a little while after that.

Things eventually settled down and life seemed to go back to the same old routine. Even after the truth came out about Barbs disappearance and what was going on at Hawkins lab with their experiments and coverups, mom eventually lightened up and let Dustin get back to his kid business. I didnt necessarily agree with that but that’s just me personally. I just didn’t have a good feeling about letting him wander alone after everything that went on the last almost two years.

I sighed and tossed my magazine over to my desk that was a few feet from me. I got off my bed and kneeled down to look under my bed for the walkie talkie that Dustin made me keep with me, ‘Just in case!’ he would tell me.

I pushed aside some shoes before finally laying my eyes on it, I grabbed it and pulled it out, I stood up and turned it on, making sure it was on the station he set aside just for me. I sat on the edge on my bed with the stupid thing in my hand crackling at me. My leg was bouncing. I checked my bedside table and saw that my alarm clock said it was 8:30pm.

Not that my mom wouldn’t care if i went to her mentioning that Dustin hasn’t been home in hours, but she’d probably tell me to leave him be, that he was finally back from camp and hanging out with his friends.

I pursed my lips and ran my finger through my hair, getting rid of the few knots that were there because of the curls.

I stood up and grabbed my bag. Maybe just a quick drive over to the Wheelers to clear my mind on his location. If he wasn’t there I would check the hill in case he was still there for some reason.

I was just reaching my bedroom door when I heard his voice break through the cracking static.

“Lou, it’s Dustin, do. You. Copy?? Over!”

I held the walkie talkie up to my mouth, “Dustin? Are you okay?”

Silence for a moment before his exasperated voice came back over the airwaves, “Lou,” he complained, “you HAVE to say over or else i dont know when to talk! Over!”

I rolled my eyes my worried feelings became replaced by irritation over his common sass, “Oh my God, are you okay? Over!”

He cleared his throat on the other end, “Yeah, just that everyone left me on the hill and it’s dark out so I don’t wanna ride my bike home...could you come and pick me up? Over.”

I sighed, “Are you still on the hill? Over.”

“Yeah. Over.”

“And you’ve been there for hours by yourself? Over.”

“Yeah. Over.”

“Wow, what an exciting way to officially start your summer. Over.”

He scoffed at me, “Just shut up and get over here. Over and out.”

I snorted and tossed the walkie talkie into my bag before going to the living room where mom was sitting with Tews in her lap watching TV. I grabbed the keys from the hall table and told her quickly I was getting Dustin. I was out the door before I heard her response.

I drove down the familiar Hawkins road to the hill in question. Upon arrival I parked and looked along the bottom trying to spot the curly headed kid, but it was empty. I shut off the car and got out.

“Dustin?” I called as I walked along part of the bottom of the hill.

That little shithead, I thought. Made me come over here and he’s not even down the hill.

“I’m gonna kill him,” I decided as I began the long trip up the hill.

I finally saw the top and heard talking, I wondered if he had gotten in touch with Suzie.

When I reached the top his back was to me, and I could hear the talking from his machine, but it definitely wasn’t English. Was that...Russian?

“Dustin?” I asked quietly.

He screamed and jumped to face me, with his hand resting on his chest.

“You scared the shit outta me!”

“Who was talking out of that?” I asked him taking a step towards him.

His eyes began shifting back and forth, “What?”

I nodded to the huge radio tower he created, “Talking from that thing? Who was it? Didn’t sound like a girl from Salt Lake City, Dust.”

He shook his head quickly, grasping his hand held walkie talkie in one hand and a tape recorder in the other.

“Nothing, just some interference. Let’s go.”

“What do you mean interference? Whoever that was, was speaking a different language.”

“So? It’s fine. I don’t know what it was, Lou. Let’s just go!” he demanded before walking past me beginning his descent down the hill.

I turned around and looked at his retreating back, I gritted my teeth and followed him all the way down to moms car.

He opened the front door and tossed his shit in before walking over to the tree line where I made out the faint outline of a bike. I went around to his side of the car and opened the back door so we could force the bike back there but when he came back he was empty handed.

“Bike?” I questioned.

He shook his head at me, “I’ll come back for it, I just wanna go home.”

“What if something happens to it, mom will be-“

“Then I’ll deal with it!” he said loudly, “Jesus, Lou I’m not a little kid!”

“Don’t take it out on me because your friends left you on the hill alone, Dustin! That’s not my problem!”

“Can we just go home?” he cried, “That’s why I called you here, not for a damn lecture,” he said before taking the open back door where his bike was supposed to go and slamming it shut right next to me.

“You better fix your attitude,” I told him as he slid into the passenger seat and closed the door a bit more gently.

I went to the drivers side and go in.

“Wanna talk about the little temper tantrum?” I asked turning to look at him.

He sighed deeply and leaned his head back, “I’m sorry...they just...they all left, Louise,” he told me sadly, “I’m gone for a month and it’s like everything changed or something. Mike and Elle left to make out or some shit-“

I held up my hand, “I just have to interject that I’ve known that kid his whole life so that’s a bit much for me to know,” I said, Dustin turned to face me with an unamused expression.

I cleared my throat, “Continue,” I said simply.

“Anyways. Then Will kept wanting to play D&D and none of them even believe that Suzie is real. And then the three of them left and it just pissed me off. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”

I nodded once, “I’m sorry, Dust. The party...you’re all getting older...some priorities change y’know? As far as Suzie being real, I beleive you.”

He smiled a bit at me, “Thanks, Lou.”

I smiled back at him, “But what was with that talking though?”

He looked away from me and put on his seatbelt, “No idea, like I said...probably some interference. Doesn’t matter couldn’t understand them anyways so...yeah,” he said drifting off.

I looked at him for another few seconds, but I knew he was pretty much done with this conversation.

I put my seatbelt on too and started the car driving back to our house. The ride was silent except for the quiet radio music in the background. I wanted to ask him why he was being so weird now, but I knew he would deflect. So I dropped it. For now.

Once I parked the car Dustin jumped out, grabbing his tape recorder tightly in both hands with his walkie talkie tucked under his arm, only letting go to open the front door and disappear inside before I had even closed my car door.

I leaned against the car and I knew...I was going to get to the bottom of it, I knew there was something going on and I was going to find out.

As always, GIF credit to owner and title credit to REO Speedwagon.

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Copy pasta improvised terra-slept-with-joshua-and-ven-is-upset-about-it fic i wrote in a discord chat for any terravens willing to overlook the present tense sketch writing, i hope you enjoy the angsty comedy drama --

so by chance, vens assigned gym partner for the day is joshua~ sora is stuck with roxas in the bg which is also amusing if you wanna know the background noise to this xD ven is an utter sweetie and has no personal problem with joshua so hes happy to pick up his slack on their activities today since he understands some people just dont care for athletics, especially when they have pretty looks to preserve for rehearsal tonight^^ at the end of class joshua offers his coy appreciation to ven who was such a cute gentleman today in getting him through that~ and then he makes some remark about how he never wouldve guessed ven even was that physically inclined given what he thought terras taste in men was~ ven lowers an eyebrow and asks "huh? what does that mean? =o=" and joshua chuckles "oh it was a long time ago, nothing to wonder about now~ i will say this though, you my friend? are one very very lucky bottom ;) keep a close eye on him." and then he saunters off to his next class. ven squints =.= hes a lil grumpy now x)

come lunch time, terra and aqua have already sat down at their usual table, seniors come in first, and theyre settled in with aqua going over some extra terms with terra for their history exam. sophomores finally file in and ven marches over with the tray of food he didnt even look at when he was at the counter. terra turns with a smile to see him and plants his usual kiss hello on his cheek as ven sits down with a slight fwomp, not responding to it. terra asks "everything okay? :o" and aqua looks over to check if hes feeling alright, not spotting any signs of sickness. ven responds almost gritting his teeth "i've been better. =_ =" terra tells aqua he'll help her study in a minute, cuz obviously upset boyfriend takes priority<3 he sinks his fingers into vens hair and asks him if he wants to talk about it. and ven takes a deep breath, trying to resume his usual Good Boi Angel attitude, gently swats terras hand away and says "Maybe later, you and aqua can go ahead and study! 8) I'll even help you if you like~" terra recognizes that this is certainly not over but hes not gonna force ven to talk or anything so he kinda nervously says okay.. and then tells aqua "Wanna quiz me?" and aqua says sure, and starts reading off the list of vocab words only for ven to suddenly smack the table and turn sharply to terra and ask "WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME YOU SLEPT WITH JOSHUA????" and terra just- O//__//O oops.. and aqua looks at terra all disappointed and grossed out and groans "Oh, terra, you didn't... >~<" and terra is so embarrassed and tries to explain to ven's scowl "i-it was a long time ago! really it meant nothing! :'D... a-and besides it was even before I met you! so.. thats- alright?" and he glances over at aqua hoping for some kind of validation but she just goes "ughh..." in the most smh big sister voice xDDD

ven exhales, trying to cool off and be rational, but his usual sweet happy face just cant help being all =_ = at terra, and he says "I guess its- fine, but- gosh, really? joshua? you didnt have feelings for him, did you? er was this just a fling? how long ago was this?" and terra stumbles to answer saying "i-it was- um... back when i first came out! people were telling me i couldnt say i was bi if i'd never had sex with a guy too, so i- had to prove it! thats all, really, it was nothing meaningful to me, honest<3 :'3 I'm not like that." as he cups vens cheeks playfully, but where theres usually a smile between puffed out cheeks theres still just a >:T ven folds his arms and tries again to collect himself and says "i guess i get it.. i guess xT thats really all it was? no more secrets?" and terra swears with his hand up and his eyes closed "I swear thats all it was v_v." aqua shakes her head and tells terra "Youre gonna owe ven preeetty big after this blows over :/" but before ven can even respond terra has already jumped in to tell her "I'll do anything to make ven happy! theres absolutely nothing to worry about~ :')" and ven is still kinda pissed but he finally says "okay. i'll let it go. here aqua, i can read off the list and quiz both of you" and aqua slides ven the paper to read off while she glares at terra who glares back at her as if to say 'drop it =.='

so thats the end of it for the day, and the next day too, but then the next day is gym again, and whatever sora and roxas are struggling with in the bg is still going on xD and ven and joshua are partners again. ven is still not comfortable with the idea of his terra sleeping with joshua, the twink incubus of the school fdkjgh but hes a nice boy so hes going to continue being nice and get joshua through this "drag of an hour, and not even the fun kind" pff joshua can kinda tell ven is pretty tense today though, unusual for him since ven is always the nicest kid in the whole school next to maybe sora. so finally near the end he asks if something's on his mind and ven realizes ack, what am i doing? there is no reason for me to be such a jerk. so he tells joshua "im really sorry, I mean it, I have no business acting like this;; i just- when i found out you slept with terra i was kinda.. uncomfortable about it to say the least, but i have no reason to be, youre perfectly nice :) besides, it was before he even met me so it doubly doesnt matter~^^" but thats where joshua raises an eyebrow. "oh? i think youre a little mixed up there cutie pie~ terra and i had sex together last year. some time after you transferred. I was amazed at the offer, really, i honestly thought that once he met you, none of us other cuties had a chance. but it looks like he landed you in the end, so it is of no matter. but i do certainly hope that you and he are happy, terra is quite the catch and we'll all be quite jealous of you til the end~ catch you around ;)" and thats the end of that conversation. ven. is. livid. 8)

so ven actually skipped lunch with his friends 8) terra looks around curiously, he still isnt showing up and hes not texting him back either. aqua asks him "doesnt ven have gym today?" and terra answers like its a dumb question pff "yeah? its thursday, everybody has gym today. its gym day." and she shakes her head at him and says "I think you should give him some space. im pretty sure i know where he is. :/" terra looks uneasy tho. "do you think hes okay?" and aqua says "oh... im sure he will be." terra grips his arms and tries not to think about it 8)

senior gym class is last period and they start filing in as the juniors file out. terra fist bumps riku on his way in xD terra is practically exempt from whatever is on the activities list cuz hes.. terra and gym class is honestly childs play pff he finishes everything in 2 seconds anyway. so usually the coach just lets him bench press for a while. highschools are bullshit xD aqua has that privilege too but she considers it a warm up before her practice later and does them anyway. terra takes his time prepping the bench, saving himself the trouble of dealing with the crowd in the locker room, and once they all run out he yoinks his gym bag up to his shoulder just to be extra pff and marches on in there to change. weird that everyone is snickering at him on their way out though... he walks inside, humming mindlessly to himself cuz gym class is his chance to relax after school before his practice. and then he half screams in surprise as his gym bag falls to the floor. ven is sitting right there in front of the lockers with the angriest look on his face terra didnt even know he /could/ make jhdfgl ven "sings" out "hello, terra. >8(" and terra just- run kdjfhglhdfsg

terra runs back to the bench as if he can just- run away from reality kdjsfhgljkdfs xDDD and start bench pressing cuz he doesnt know what else to do sdklfjhglsdj im having too much fun with this i love dumb ass jocks and soft cuties xDDD ven launches himself on top of terra pushing down on the weights terra was about to pump up and yells "YOU SLEPT WITH JOSHUA WHILE YOU WERE COURTING ME?!?!?!?!!!!"

(everyone in the gym is cackling quietly to themselves at the display sdfkjgh this AMAZING xD) terra looks up at ven in fear and stutters "I-I didnt think i had a chance with you! you didnt seem interested D:!" ven yells "OF COURSE I WAS INTERESTED YOURE JUST SHIT AT FLIRTING!!!!!!!" terra tries to calm him down "youre gonna break the bench press, ven! D:" the coach comes over at all the yelling and yells at them "HEY, break it up--" only to be shut right up when ven glares at him and growls and terra looks at him utterly terrified dfkjhg and motions for him to leave them alone. the coach is both very scared of ven xD and also doesnt wanna lose his quarterback so he smiles and holds his hands up in surrender and says "hey, you know what? why dont you two work it out amongst yourselves?^^;;; maybe somewhere that isnt my expensive bench press though?" ven yells "FINE." and grabs terra by the wrist and drags him back to the locker rooms using a scary strength terra didnt know he had dkfjglh O_O;; aqua pauses her stretches and shakes her head and mumbles "it was nice knowing you, terra. :/" and then resumes her work out xD

well ven flings terra into the locker room and shuts the door with a slam and chews him out. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HUMILIATING THIS FEELS?!!! YOU SLEPT WITH THAT LITTLE HORNDOG AFTER I CAME HERE AND THEN YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT IT SO I HAD TO FIND OUT FROM THE HORNDOG HIMSELF?!!! GIMME YOUR BEST EXPLANATION FOR THAT, TERRA, JUST TRY ME!!!! >8UUUUUU" terra reaches out his trembling hands bravely to try and calm ven down, before he pulls his hair out and he cries out "I'm SORRY, i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry, okay, I didn't do it to hurt you!!!! It was just a small thing-" "AHAHAH IS THAT WHAT IT IS THEN??? WELL IF IT WAS SUCH A SMALL "tHinG" THEN WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME ABOUT IT, WHAT OTHER SECRETS HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING?!!! DID YOU SLEEP WITH RIKU TOO? ANYMORE CHEERLEADERS I DONT KNOW ABOUT??? OR MAYBE JOSHUA AGAIN AT SOME POINT????!!! >8'DDDD"   ven is about to lose his mind sdjfhg terra is starting to feel upset too ;~; "No, I don't have anymore secrets, after we started dating I havent even so much as THOUGHT of anyone else! I mean that! :'U" he pleas, finally managing to place loving hands on vens shoulders as he prays for forgiveness dkfjhg ven finally just cries it out letting himself sob into his palms and terra steps in closer, hating to see ven cry, and this is much worse knowing hes the cause of it ;-;

ven glances up again, terras scent hitting him and that warm chest right in front of him that he loves and he just buries his face in it not knowing what else to do dkfgh terra holds him, stroking his back, mulling over in his head how many ways he could apologize for this but then ven pushes himself away again, hes still so upset >~< and he sniffles "why. did you lie to me about it." terras face goes red and he fishes for his words "because i- i care what you think ven." ven scoffs, but his frown hardens and he wipes his eyes "you care what i think, and so you LIED to me? what am i supposed to think?" terra replies quickly "i dont know :'u i guess i just didnt want you to think..." ven holds himself and turns away. terra supposes he has to just- be honest then, its worth a try if  it keeps him from losing the love of his life. "Look, I- I lied because the way you look at me matters to much. I care what you think of me more than anyone else, ven." ven sniffles, his back still turned to terra "oh yeah?" and terra glides over to turn him around and look at him, taking vens hands in his. "yes! ven youre the nicest, kindest, most pure hearted person i've ever met. i cant even imagine there being a darkness in your heart. who even says "slept with" and "courted" anymore besides a sweetheart like you? youre like an angel to me, but i- dont have the best reputation anymore. and the number of partners ive had seemed to disgust you. it broke my heart the way you looked at me the other day knowing that id slept with joshua. like you thought i was- i dunno.. im sorry i did it, i really am. i never wouldve done it if i'd known you really did want me too." ven reaches up and places a hand to terras cheek promising "Terra, I think the world of you. i wouldnt be with you if i didnt think you were a great person. the best even! you know how much i admire you. i just- was I just a fling? how do i know im not the next joshua or shiki you sl- have sex with and drop?"

and terra leans down to kiss his forehead and chuckles "because you're you, silly." that gets ven smiling again, the cornier the better with him<3 he presses his nose to terras chest and slides his arms up over his back for a tight hug and terra is so relieved they got through that dkfgjhdjl f ven tells him "I'm sorry for making you feel judged. i was way too rash about that whole thing." terra tells him its alright, imeanididlietoyouafterallahem.. ven goes = _= for just a second, cuz yeah that sure wasnt cool dfkjgh but he removes it cuz mostly hes back to smiling and he pulls himself away to look up at terra again, admitting with a blush "i guess i'm still in disbelief that youre really mine. maybe in 5 years or something i'll believe it" ven chuckles at his joke, but terra smiles down at him very sincerely and says "then i'm counting the years with you til then~" and that just tickles him and he jumps up to give terra make up smooches for a while<3 eventually they emerge from the locker room, ven clearly looking like hed been crying but smiling away again, even feeling okay enough to go to class now, cuz hes a good boy who wouldnt just ditch at that point like i would xD terra looks relieved too. aqua breaks formation when she sees them come out and runs up to ven to ask if hes okay and hug him if he needs, but ven says "everythings fine :) thanks aqua~" and aqua looks up at terra to double check that and terra nods affirmatively that yes, everything is fine. ven nudges aqua "see you at practice today~" and waves at terra too, knowing he prefers not to smooch in front of the other seniors;; but terra tells him to hang on and he runs over to give him a smooch goodbye and all is well after that<3 and axel snarks "tchh- drama queens :/"

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when i said it i thought it was true [1] {Ben Hardy}

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where ben is the reader’s ex and they are somehow working together on the set of bo rhap and they fall in love all over again ☺️ could you make it angst-y and then end with fluff? i love your writing so much!!

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where the reader is in bo rhap, maybe playing as one of roger’s gfs or something and she kind of falls in love with ben while filming the scenes with him as roger 💖 very fluffy pls :D

A/N: 3124 words. Super AU version of BoRhap being filmed in the fic. There’s gonna be another part, that will fill the prompts better. This might end up being a series. I hope you enjoy. Feedback would be nice.

When your manager rings you, telling you that you’d landed a part in the Queen Biopic Bohemian Rhapsody, you were elated. Freddie Mercury was a bit of a personal hero of yours, and to be a part of his story on the big screen, it was sort of a dream come true. 

In your first meeting, you sign a nondisclosure agreement, and you’re given the latest draft of the script to start learning, as well as a character brief. The script calls your character ‘Amanda’, the girlfriend of Roger Taylor who he eventually realises he wants to settle down with. You’d seen pictures of young Roger Taylor, you wouldn’t lie, you were excited for the role. Honestly, even today he was still quite a fox.

The point is, you were excited to have a fun time on set with a pretty blonde, make some new connections, and earn some good money. Some really good money.

The other shoe drops when you’re flicking through Instagram, and one of the stan accounts you follow has posted a leaked screenshot of the proposed cast list, and there’s your name, right beside the name of the last person you wanted to pretend to be in love with. Ben Hardy; pretty blonde extraordinaire, and your ex-boyfriend.

The table read is... awkward. 

The two of you are sat next to each other, and barely spoke two words to each other. You feel unprofessional the whole time, but you’d rather be anywhere else in the world, and the delivery of some of your lines falls a little flat. The director casts a concerned look between yourself and Ben as you rattle of what’s meant to be banter like you’re reading the news paper.

“They’ve got no damn chemistry; it’s like watching a celebrity divorce hearing.” When the Director vents to one of the producers in the hall outside after the reading, you manage to catch it where you’re just about to come out of the bathroom.

“They’ll be better on set, I promise, it’s just jitters.” She tries to soothe his nerves, and they’re off soon after, and you’re left with a cold, sinking sensation in your stomach.

“You’re Y/N, aren’t you? How are you finding the set?” The guy who greets you on your first day on the Eastenders set smiles with such casual ease it feels like you’ve known him for a while, instead of having just met him.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You agree with a quick nod, rocking back on your heels as you gaze around the space, trying not to look at him for too long. “It’s a bit overwhelming.” Actually, what’s overwhelming is that he’s talking to you. He’s Ben fucking Hardy, pretty-boy on the soap-opera scene, and he’s talking to you on your first day.

“Yeah, you’ll be right though; if you need any help or anything, just give us a yell, yeah?” And you realise he probably doesn’t know who you’re playing, or how you’re involved in that Season’s arc, but you certainly did.

“I didn’t know you could play drums.” You’re trying to be casual when you say it, but you see Ben tense where he’s sitting on a sofa in the rehearsal room, script and pencil in hand.

“I can now, that’s all that really matters.” He’s giving off such strong ‘please leave me alone’ vibes that it almost hurts, and you have to push through the knot in your stomach and sit down next to him.

“Ben, we need to at least be civil.” You say quietly, and he looks at you, expression a little forlorn.

“Y/N, we are civil, and we’ve done this before. Let’s just keep it professional, okay?” His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod in agreement with a small smile, and pull out your phone, waiting for the rehearsal director.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” You purr, running your hand delicately over the collar of Ben’s shirt, as his eyes widened and he spluttered to form a sentence, just as the script had told him to. 

Your character was more a plot device than anything, when Ben’s character is at a low point, his main romance is on a break, and he meets you, a temptress in all black. Your job is to give his character a realisation, he starts as your cocaine dealer when his supplier can’t make the drop, and he falls for you. Depending on the audience reaction, you knew the producers were waiting to see if they kill you off or have you recover from your addiction. The point is, your fate’s uncertain at the end of the Season, and Ben’s character realises he has to get out of the drug trade.

“I’ve got something for you, from Oskar. Can we go somewhere more private?” When he speaks, it’s with surprising confidence, and he steps up from the bar stool and into your space, smiling as your face lights up. The director calls cut after a moment, and you step back, smile sliding to something genuine as an assistant comes in and straightens your loose, black silk shirt, and they reset the shot for a new take.

“Ben, could you try less flustered? You’re here to deliver drugs, you’re not a schoolboy.” The director’s voice was kind as she came up to the two of you, and Ben agreed easily before she turned to you. “Great job, Y/N, don’t be afraid to be more even more forward, if you feel it.” As soon as you nod in understanding, she absconds, and you half laugh.

“If I was any more forward I’d be in your lap.” You snickered, voice quiet as you dipped your head to hide how you were faintly flustered. Ben was quiet, just watching you for a moment, but before you noticed, the director called for everyone to standby.

“I’m after Maggie, do you know where I could find her?” Ben starts as soon as the cameras start rolling, brow furrowed as he leans across the bar to speak to the bartender, and that’s your cue to enter the scene.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” And when you say it this time, he smirks back at you, a little cocky, and you can feel the way it makes your heart flutter and you know it’s not as fake as it should be.

Before filming even starts, the producers have essentially forced you and Ben into bonding sessions which, if this were several years ago, would have just been dates. Now they’re awkward and tense, and you tend to bring heavily highlighted scripts.

“I saw you in that Wes Anderson movie last year. It was a really good performance, one of your best.” He offers over coffee. The idea that he’d kept up with enough of your work to label one ‘your best’ has you a little shocked, and something in your heart warms as you thank him softly.

It’s gotten easier to hang around with him, and it’s even easier to pretend to be in love with him in rehearsals. It’s like riding a bike, how easy it is to let yourself smile and lean into him, to let the banter flow easily between the two of you, fond jabs that edge on insulting coming as easily as breathing.

Joe mentions that he thought the two of you worked together before, and when you reply that you’d dated for almost a year, he goes very quiet, eyes going wide. After a beat, he admits it explains a lot.

“X-Men did you real dirty.” You’re half paying attention to an interview with Roger Taylor that the two of you had been instructed to watch together. You’re both in his trailer, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa as you watch in almost complete silence.

“What?” He asks, after a beat, your words having taken a moment to process.

“Killing you off like that; they could have gotten so much mileage out of your character.” The way you say it is far too well thought out to be an idle thought. Ben smirked.

“You just liked the leather pants.” He muttered, but you’re silence is answer enough. You know he sees your embarrassed smile, but you can’t bring yourself to deny it.

“Hey, do you wanna grab a drink after and go through notes and blocking and stuff?” You’re shooting your third episode, and you’re far more comfortable on set by now. Agreeing easily, you let Ben drive the two of you to what he claims is the best pub in town, and you sit in one of the more secluded booths to talk.

It turns out he’s just as much a fan of you as you are of him; you’re known more for your bit-parts in long-running series, it seems like the only show you hadn’t been a part of so far had been Eastenders, it was only a matter of time. It’s an innocent night, true to his word, all you do is talk, and discuss the script. There is one part of the upcoming script that has you a bit nervous. 

“Listen, honestly just go for it; it’s not meant to be sweet or anything, I’m literally taking coke from you.” You tell him, fidgeting, and he’s hums thoughtfully.

“You sure? We can talk to the director, I’m sure-” He offers, but you laugh to hide your nervousness.

“Nah, let’s knock it out of the park, the script says go for it so just go for it.” You assured him, heart rate already quickening at the mere thought of it. 

The next day, before the scene, the director comes over to talk you through it, making sure that if anything becomes uncomfortable, that you can talk to her. Both you and Ben assure her that it’s fine.

“You’re far too cute for this line of work.” You say as you hold a baggie of “cocaine” up to the light, smile playing on your lips.

“Cute? Ouch, you really know how to wound a man, you know.” He says, leaning back against the sofa in the hallway of the grubby hotel your character was staying in. He’s watching you with interest, small smile playing on his lips.

“Cute’s not a bad thing, baby, but you look like you should be making coffees or playing football in the sun, not here, not with me.” And you tap out a little of the powder onto your hand, pretending to snort it before you turn to him, his expression dark and hungry, and he kisses you, aggressive, almost desperate, and you lean into it, almost forget you’re playing a role with his hand on the back of your neck. When he lets go, when he pulls away, your eyes are still closed and you chase his lips for a moment. Eyes flickering open, you see him smirking down at you where he’s standing, and you both know it wasn’t entirely acting.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He growls, and you know you have to smile like you’re into it, like it’s a challenge, but instead, you duck your gaze, giving a small laugh and wiping at the nostril you’d just “snorted cocaine” through, before looking up at him through your eyelashes.

They call cut, and the director announces, almost a little awed, that she’s pretty sure they got the the take, actually says she’s not sure if she could getting a better take if they tried again. Ben seems far too pleased with himself. 

“They want us to tell the public we’re together.” You’re resting your head on Ben’s chest laying at the back of the tour-bus set, and his hand is resting on your waist, which is bare for the crop top and booty shorts they’ve put you in.

“Yeah, I heard.” He replies, voice equally quiet. “I think we’ve got a meeting about it tomorrow morning.” Gwil and Rami are actually playing scrabble at the front of the bus, and Joe is talking to Singer, the director.

“It’s a bad idea.” You’re so frank that you feel Ben freeze, and you heave a sigh. “It’s good for the movie, but Ben...” You trail off, and you feel it when he forces himself to relax. “It wouldn’t be real, it would just be weird.”

“Y/N, we’re actors.” He says very pointedly, and when you turn, resting your chin on his chest, he looks tired, a little exasperated. “It’s just a business deal.” He assured, and you let out a low, thoughtful grumble. 

“We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” You allow, and he nods once, shifting to a more comfortable position, and you go back to resting your head on his chest, eyes fluttering closed as Singer called for the shot to be reset and a bunch of people came and straightened your clothes, and touched up your makeup, all without you having to move much.

You agree to the terms set forth in the meeting easily, the story being that your relationship rekindled on set, and that you were now madly in love, mirroring the relationship you were portraying on screen.

“Wait, does that mean-?” Ben leans forward in his chair, with his heart in his throat as he followed their logic, thinking through the plot of the movie. “Like engaged?” He asked.

“Seems a bit fast.” You agreed, voice level enough that someone might mistake you for calm rather than internally freaking out, and your managers shared a look.

“There will be a public proposal during or after the world premiere, that’s up to you both, and after the movie is out on DVD, you can go your separate ways.” They assured, but your mouth fell open.

“You know he left me for X-Men, right?” You splutter, and Ben’s eyes widen as he turns to you with a scoff.

“You’re the one who said the distance was too much for us while I was in Cairo.” He snapped, and you threw your hands in the air.

“I was offering to come and stay with you instead, but you said you were too busy!” That was enough to shut him up, his mouth snapping closed as he turned away sharply, huffing out a resigned sigh.

“We have a few brands and restaurants who are interested in sponsoring, and the producers are willing to increase both your salaries if you go through with it for the full duration.” Your manager informed you both carefully, and you and Ben shared a resigned look.

“Fake intend to marry me for like three months?” He asked, voice low and bitter, and after heaving a long sigh, you look to your managers,

“Fine.”

“I think I love you.” Ben’s character shows up at your character’s door, and you open it in a silk robe. 

“Hello to you too.” You laughed, but he’s so serious, so sincere, and when he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t offer anything else, you step up to him, pressing your lips to his, and he wraps his arms around you, hands sliding against the silk over your hips, and you pull back.

“You’re too sweet for me, baby,” voice so low it’s barely a whisper, he’s the one who chases your lips this time, but your catch his chin, and his eyes open. 

“You’re high.” He says softly, voice raw and a little desperate.

“And you’re my dealer.” You push him back gently, going to close the door and his expression turns angry.

“That doesn’t mean anything; I love you, Maggie.” His words hang heavily in the air, but before you can respond, they call for cut. You’re told to play it more like it hurts to try and turn him down, and you agree, smiling and nodding all the while. Everyone sets up for another take and you close the door.

When you kiss him this time, his hands are holding your face, and you’ve got your arms around his neck, and it’s like the world falls away from around you. It’s not acting now, hasn’t been for weeks, almost months now, not since he’d asked you out officially. Every time you kiss him you’re desperate to drown in his embrace, and he kisses you like it’s just the two of you, no cameras, no scripts.

“You’re-” and he cuts you off with another quick kiss, which has you laughing a little sadly, “Peter you’re too sweet for me.” He rests his forehead against yours, heaving a sigh.

“I know you’re high.” He says gently, and you don’t push him away this time, just lean back, your finger lifting his chin.

“And you’re my dealer.” You tell him, expression falling.

“That doesn’t mean anything, that doesn’t matter; I love you.” And you know that in that moment, the words mean so much more than the script, than these characters, than the show; he loves you. Ben loves you.

You avoid him, outside of filming, until you actually get a call from your manager telling you you’re contractually obligated to be seen in public together at least once a week. Even while filming you’re short with him, and he’s quick to get away from you the moment he doesn’t need to be around you, which was getting to be pretty bad, seeing as how you had been blocking a sex scene.

After the call, you and Ben get a drink. It’s awkward at first, though that’s unsurprising. After a long sip of his beer, he pats his thighs where he’s sitting in the armchair across from you. You make a face at him, shaking your head. 

“It’ll look less suspicious than if we’re shouting at each other across the table.” He hissed, and you groaned, obliging and crossing to sit yourself in his lap. He’s warm and secure, and he wraps his arm around you like it’s second nature. “Let’s not make this weird.” He said gently, and you nod.

“As for tomorrow’s shoot,” you said softly, leaning in to make sure no-one else heard, and he nodded, humming softly, “we’re professionals, and,” after a beat you cleared your throat pointedly, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“Not in front of a camera crew we haven’t.” Ben says with a smirk, and you snicker in agreement. “It’s gonna go fine; this is all gonna go fine, I promise.” And when you raise your eyebrows at him in surprised question, he just laughs softly, and brings you in for a chaste kiss. “It’s only until the DVD’s released.” He assures you, and you let your expression fall, already weary.

“Ben, that’s over a year away.”

[thegeminisage]

merlin thots about the s5 opening episodes.......

here’s your courtesy cut

one of my favorite things about s5 so far is how very nicely arthur and merlin have both 1. grown up and 2. grown into each other...they still give each other shit 24/7 but it’s a lot more companionable and comfortable now than it ever has been. furthermore, both of them exhibit the use of MULTIPLE braincells even at the SAME TIME. they work very well together as a team even in the heat of battle (we did see shades of this near the end of s4), despite merlin being kind of useless at physical combat when he couldn’t rely on his magic for a boost. they can have entire conversations without a word and they’re just INCREDIBLY synchronized. the whole #vibe has really gotten a level up

timeline-wise, it’s been roughly a decade since season 1. in s1 they said the purge began 20 years ago (upon arthur’s birth), and shortly after, he had a coming of age ceremony - 21′s an important number, so in season 1 arthur began as being 20 and turned 21 before the end. season 2 = 22. gap year for s2-s3 = 23. season 3 = 24. s3-s4 gap year = 25. season 4 = 26. 3 gap years betweeen s4-s5 = 27, 28, 29. season 5 = 30. i don’t know how long it was in real life between seasons 4 and 5 (definitely not three years), but i really do feel like they’ve both aged SO much and they absolutely act like people who have known each other for a decade.

gwen as queen is AMAZINGNGLSDKJGHDSLFG she’s SO PRETTY i love her SO MUCH. love that she has her own serving girl now! this is what she deserves

the round table is good too altho it looks a bit too big for that room. it’s amazing though like...FUCK uther pendragon arthur has come SO FAR

merlin being nice to the new girl is very charming. makes him seem older and w-w-WISER (love that word) by comparison

also love that merlin gets to ride a horse while some of the footsoldiers walk. that’s #status. that’s *** ******

pretty sure i had a stroke during merlin’s vision of arthur’s death. the whole thing was done SO well - they go from the battlefield and arthur’s incredibly dirty face as he very realistically looks like he’s falling down and dying and then cut to a very alive and present arthur asking what’s wrong. you can really FEEL the whiplash, and also the dread settles in nice and deep, at least it does if you’re me and you’ve read spoilers, like, “only you can keep arthur safe” BUT I KNOW HE DOESN’T I KNOW HE CAN’T I KNOW HE FAILS and merlin might as well know it too because he looks ready to CRY and thru the rest of this 2-parter opening he acts like he thinks arthur may drop dead at any moment

i feel like i read somewhere once that actors don’t like to eat during a scene unless absolutely necessary because when you do 30 takes of something you get very full very quickly and some even go so far as to have a spit bucket just out of sight so that they can just get rid of it without having to eat any more. which makes it absolutely bananas to me that so often in merlin the characters are not only eating but eating very quickly as though they really have been roughing it in the wilderness all day & are absolutely famished...they don’t have to show them eating so often BUT THEY DO

arthur getting merlin into a tight spot by insisting he perform, planning on laughing at his failure? funny. merlin ACTUALLY USING MAGIC TO TEACH HIMSELF TO JUGGLE so that he could watch arthur’s jaw hit the floor? PRICELESS. i wonder how long it took him to do that, he definitely wasn’t using a body double

merlin is acting so bleak and dire in these episodes that even mr no-empathy himself asks him whats wrong, multiple times. they’re doing a VERY good job at really driving home the fact that arthur’s time is running short and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. merlin’s so sick with dread he’s making ME sick with dread. arthur’s here and being his normal dumbass self but the distance between them feels HUGE during the moments merlin is thinking about arthur’s impending doom

arthur all “i cant believe u can juggle i didnt even know you could catch” and then throwing the boots at merlin only for merlin to NOT CATCH THEM and arthur goes “see explain that” and merlin goes “wish i could” and i D I E 

because he’s KNOWN HIM FOR A DECADE and he still can’t explain the magic and at this point it must feel like to him that he never, ever will UUUUUGH it’s funny how they can feel so close to each other one second and like THIS the next i am DYING

the little conversation they have when they make camp the next night is the same. the sad music plays, merlin keeps looking at arthur like it might be the last time he sees him, and arthur keeps insisting on asking merlin what’s wrong and trying to make him feel better...they’re really for real friends!!! they’re so serious and grown up!!!!!

ive lost count of how many times either merlin or arthur has been nearly dead and had to get hauled around by the other one

also of how many times merlin used his magic in a way that should have been obvious to bystanders and wasn’t

“if morgana doesnt kill you i will" “threatening a king is treason merlin” “what about threatening an ASS” listen. look me in the eyes. this is TOP TIER banter

remember how in the early seasons they’d bend over backwards to leave plausible deniability when expressing affection? like “we’d be good friends if you weren’t a prince” or “you’re not wise or anything but yeah you’re wise” or whatever dumb toxic masculinity bullshit...those days are OVER with. merlin speaks DIRECTLY from the heart. “i’m worried about you” and “i swear i’ll protect you or die at your side” he is not fucking around even a little bit. this fool is in love

they were ALMOST cuddling when they slept together under that overhang

the two of them trapped in that net was PRICELESS. in the early seasons i got a little tired of the frequent slapstick/juvenile humor and wished the series was a bit more serious but now that they’re here i cling to every shred of levity with my whole heart

i was SO relieved to realize gwen wasn’t actually planning on killing that poor girl - i kept saying the entire time it was very out of character for her, no way could she be that cruel

arthur: “you wanna kill me fine but my last request is for you not to kill merlin” merlin: “you wanna kill arthur fine but you’re gonna have to go through me” arthur: “for fucks sake”

merlin: i never do as i’m told! that’s *** ******

i dont care if mordred DID save their lives i NEVER wanted to see him less i am so full of dread

i can’t BELIEVE morgana also has a pet dragon. she and merlin could have been the BEST foils and i’m STAYING mad about it. she was actually so good in this episode - way less full of evil smirks - that i briefly rejoined the morgana defense squad and got REAL pissed when mordred eventually shanked her, ESPECIALLY after she was so happy she was nearly crying to see him again. WHAT IS IT WITH THAT KID AND STABBING PEOPLE KNOCK IT OFF

the snowy environments in this episode were soooo good. the scenery was just...top fucking tier and it’s nice to see them somewhere other than the same old places. also like NO allo but arthur looks really nice just wandering around through a bunch of fucking snowbanks with dirt all over his face

arthur and merlin’s little ploy to steal that dagger by arthur faking a collapse was SO GOOD. they’re SO IN SYNC. i was THRILLED. better still: he winked when he was done. he used like FIVE WHOLE BRAIN CELLS AT ONCE and he was ALMOST as proud of himself as i am proud of him. what a guy, that arthur pendragon

their escape was really good too. the nonverbal communication? top tier! they just give each other little looks and then proceed to wreck the whole scene. doubly funny when the slaver is like WHO SPILLED THAT STUFF and arthur just kind of jerks his head over at merlin. snitches get stitches, YOUR HIGHNESS

i barely felt one whole emotion for sefa or her dad but him dying was like. sad. this show is sad. why the fuck am i watching it. i hate character death. they were hugging

arthur seemed like he was having just the time of his LIFE sneaking into that big ol tower of doom. dude was all cute little quips and smiles. popped his head outta that lil minecart like a kid at christmas

i love also that you give percival nothing but a single sword and in short order he goes about liberating all the slaves, killing all the slavers, and then reappropriating their swords to a better cause. he’s a one-man army. i was SO impressed. and he really looked like he was having fun too

merlin seeing that lil baby dragon again was SO fucked up and sad. why can’t it TALK :(((

also lmao “merlin you cant be that stupid” “no i am if you dont believe me watch” and merlin bolts and arthur sighs with SO much longsuffering and says “im going after him”

the light in morgana’s eyes when she talks about wanting to have arthur’s head and then her stabbing him over and over without actually killing him...she’s batshit insane. rip

i do like that arthur sort of TRIED to talk her around...it’s the first time he’s really gotten to speak with her since the end of season 3 when he found out who she was

on a final note, though, i am less than thrilled with the knighting of mordred...how is it arthur can KNOW who he is, that he’s a druid, and can do magic, and LET HIM INTO THE KNIGHTS, and still have sorcery be outlawed in camelot?? it doesnt make any SENSE

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 9

oh goody!

well this is it. the Date Chapter. the chapter, in which, the Date happens. lowkey im so fucking hype for this stupid goddamn chapter AAAAAAAAAAAA this is when the sexy got kicked up about seven notches and i know its gonna be a fucking twenty from here on out so LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO

“Is this your date, Ms. Fall?” he asked.

Cinder didn’t look away from Glynda. “Mhm.”

STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GODDAMN GATE WE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A SECOND TO EVEN GATHER OURSELVES JUST STRAIGHT UP HUH!!!!!!!!! ‘is this your date’ im legally dead

What the fuck.

already im fucking THRIVING im so glad this chapter’s mood got encapsulated within the first ten seconds and im definitely gonna have to re-read this chapter for the full unannotated experience OOOOOOOOOH MY GOD IM SO READY

Glynda’s thoughts ricocheted inside her head like coins left in a dryer. A part of her couldn’t understand what was happening and disengaged. The rest of her, grasping for purchase in all this, reasoned that going with Cinder was better than staying here confused, alone, and utterly displaced.

glynda ‘i aint ever had a gf before’ goodwitch at her PEAK right here. like GOD shes gone from ‘cinder’s trying to murder me’ to ‘cinder just plopped me right into a date’ like CINDER. CINDER YR CHANGING GEARS SO FAST. YOU DIDNT EVEN SEND FLOWERS OR ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

is it because shes a u-haul lesbian or

Higher, Glynda realized the dress itself was backless, revealing the black tattoo she’d seen so often before, perfectly centered between sharp shoulder blades.

this gay energy is BONKERS, quite frankly??????? where did cinder get her dress from? why does she have it? did she buy it just for this fuckery? or will she pull the ‘i just had a this lil number laying around’ line????????? does she wanna seduce glynda to death?????? was this PLANNED OR DID SHE JUST DECIDE SHE WANTED A DATE AND WTH LIFE REALLY IS SHORT ON REMNANT THESE DAYS?????????? cinder fall please explain your workings to the class

maybe Glynda wasn’t the only one who’d become adept at reading her opponent.

👏 when 👏 will 👏 they 👏 kiss 👏 already 👏👏👏👏

me: this is a slowburn also me: if u assholes dont give me this in the next ten seconds-

“Unarmed? As if you could be so helpless.”

cinder’s style of flirting is just. commentating on a person’s deadliness. that’s IT it’s the only TRICK SHE HAS and its working, is the thing,

im reading the description of the table and remembering the shitpost and oh my god i have to draw this???? hell IS real!!!!!! COULDNT YALL JUST TOSS EM IN A PLAIN BOX,

Cinder eyed her from her bastion of dark cushions,

cinder, ass-deep in cushions: this is peak cuddle territory come and join me

Cinder, for her part, seemed delighted Glynda had noticed. Touching the pendant more gently than Glynda might have ever thought her capable of, Cinder said,  “Yours? You didn’t seem to mind parting with it.”

im still deeply enjoying this powermove the novelty NEVER wears off (and at risk of light spoilers i do enjoy its place in this story 👀)

Cinder let the necklace drop, settling against the swell of her bust once more,

/lightly coughs 👀👀👀

im losing my MIND at how gay this bit is i physically cannot HANDLE IT and if they even describe the meal once im gonna pop off cause i am. SO HUNGRY RN. AAAAAAAAAAAA

Cinder indicated a dish of lamb and vegetables, served on a bed of rice and drizzled in some sort of sauce.

SRY THIS ISNT GAY BUT OH MY GOD IM SO HUNGRY I WANNA E A T I T THAT SOUNDS SO GOOD UGHGHGHGHGHGH WHY DID THIS CHAPTER HAVE TO BE TODAY OF ALL THE DAYS,

Glynda cleared her throat, working out: “The Grimm.”

like. GOD WE KNOW GLYNDA IS JUST SO FUNCTIONALLY BAD AT CONVERSATION BUT OF ALL THE THINGS glynda please just. just. stop thinking abt her sexy tattoos for a fifth of a second,

“You can control them.” A sedate blink. For all the world, Glynda might have just commented on the weather.

which is a faux pas for a date!!!!!!!!!!! at least tell her the DRESS IS SEXY WE ALL KNO WHATS WHAT YR THINKIN ABT

Glancing down as though it were being pointed out to her for the first time, Cinder shrugged and adjusted the end of the glove a little higher on her bicep. “And?” 

a quick aside im enjoying how like... visually expressive cinder is in this remaster! i can see her facial expressions and her motions really clearly in my mind’s eye which is a fun little boon if only because i have to redraw this nonsense hjsgdfjhfksgd but cinder’s got a Good Face this time around! A QUALITY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You should know by now, there’s something about you that’s simply irresistible to Grimm.”

HERE COMES THE PLOT (and a single surviving line so far... this one sentence has survived all the world could throw at it... we stan)

Cinder straightened, and Glynda saw that this was what she’d been waiting for.

“It isn’t every day the great Glynda Goodwitch kneels before her adversary, is it?”

HELLO??????????????????????????? WHATS THIS WORDING????????? honestly tho for a second i thought she meant like. quite literally and i thought id missed some PROPER SHIT RIGHT THERE BUT YEAH WTH!!!!!!! C I N D E R

“You cheated. You can’t beat me on your own.”

yes glynda we gathered that yr a top

“Really, Glynda? Poison?” she sneered, something like offense simmering in her expression. “After all this?”

looks at the camera

anyway,

god im literally losing grasp of words to say because theres such a charged mood in this scene............. theyre brushing fingers............ trading jabs.......... im slurpin it up babey!!!!!!!! this rly is the BEST remaster of this whole scene it DESERVES this wordcount!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Beat you,” Cinder corrected. “And call it a point of pride.”

yes cinder we gathered yr a brat,

this dynamic is why this fic is so fuckign good when will winter have a swift return to add even more fuckery to this wild ride

Then, with a heavy-lidded look, Cinder found Glynda’s hand between them, the touch so sudden and daring that Glynda flinched. The fabric of those gloves was smooth against Glynda’s flesh, and for all that cruelty had marked every other instance of contact between them, Cinder was surprisingly gentle.

whomp there go my nuts

WHAT IS THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO MADE THE EXECUTIVE CHOICE TO ADD THIS LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO???????????? im losing my BRAINCELLS

What she wasn’t ready for was for Cinder to guide her hand to her own throat and hold it there.

THERE IS IT THERE’S THE KINK IT’S BEEN SPOTTED

oh my GOD what even IS THIS WHO ADDED THIS SECTION WHO ALLOWED THIS TO COME TO P A S S WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS RN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO????????? HEWWO??????????

Now… Now Cinder interested her.

tbh how can i liveblog this? what commentary can i POSSIBLY add that we arent already all THINKING. we just launched into a level of hell so deep that lucifers gonna have to pull some goddamn tricks to follow us down here!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS THIS SCENE! THIS MOMENT! IM SCREAMING

Glynda mirrored the expression back at him, and finally, he coughed, not making strong eye contact with either of them. He set their plate before them and hurried out without so much as a check-in.

i just KNEW that was gonna happen JHGDSFGJHKSDF he was gonna walk in on SMTHNG but i didnt think itd be CINDER’S CHOKING KINK,

okay i took a break and ate my weight in roast chicken and we’re back babey

Almost nervously, her fingers carded through her own dark hair, and there, among the locks, Glynda spotted a glimpse of something white, structured and ridged.

AND I AM INSTANTLY KNOCKED BACK UPON MY ASS 👈W👈H😨A👈T👈

It was easier to ignore the rest of it—whatever it was.

glynda you are a fool and a moron im withering into DUST

On no level had she expected those to be Glynda’s words.

then what... did she expect... well probably -- and rightly so -- ‘bitch WHAT ARE THOSE’ TBH

wait sorry i have to jump back because i forgot customary fingerguns on the most brazen bit of Shit yet:

Cinder was occupying herself with something else: the head of a dragon, perched over the door and staring down at the two of them with red, glossy eyes.

👈👈👈😎👈👈👈

okay BACK TO THE FIC

Fangs snapped together around the word.

aka back to me horni

/chanting TEETH! TEETH! TE

okay but the reason i doubled back to catch that fingergun is because we’re getting ass-deep into plot now!!!!!!!!!!! WITCHES AND DRAGONS BABEY......... HERE’S WHAT OFFAL HUNT IS ALL ABT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cant rly drop more fingerguns than that because any astute reader will start realising the dots im shouting abt and honestly half the fun of this fic is the ride so >:3c

“Funny. I was sure he would have told you.”

that blow was so low i think cinder hit the concrete with that one

oh god theyre gonna get to the bit and i-

“Is that what all of this has been about? You called me here to remind me that I'm autistic?”

/SCREAMS

The words were delivered firmly, calmly, but Cinder’s response was the opposite, sudden upheaval seizing her. Her expression opened in something akin to panic. “Wh—no? What? No! That's not what I—”

/SCREAMS

oh my GOD CINDER YOU HAVE FUCKED UP LEGENDARILY!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD SHE WAS FELL ASS-FIRST ONTO A LANDMINE OH MY GOD

offal hunt v1 cinder: im totally in control and im playing glynda every step of the way

offal hunt v2 cinder: OH JESUS OH FUCK OH NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT-

Cinder seemed genuinely stressed now, speaking quicker as though trying to bury the last sixty seconds.

i knew this remaster would have sections that would blow me away but this bit really took the fcuking cake DGHSJFSJHFDG holy SHIT this is AMAZING

It was difficult to tell in the low light, but if Glynda wasn't mistaken, there was a bright flush of embarrassment coloring Cinder’s cheeks.

this is SUCH prime content hey remember in one of the early liveblogs that cinder would descend into full dork? WELL THE DESCENT CAME EARLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /pops bottles

“Cinder.” There was a very real line of threat in Glynda’s tone. “Don’t.”

oh this whole scene just keeps getting better i am LOVING this dynamic now!!!!!!! before it was all pretty one-sided so having the conversation rock back and forth is 👌👌👌

That Witch soul of yours—it was designed to void out everything but the prey before you. To be numb to all human emotion. To focus on the hunt and nothing else.

finally the fruit of 50% of my fingerguns COMES TO LIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! PLOT PLOT PLOT

“This is bullshit.” Jabbing an accusing finger at Cinder, Glynda said, “You’re a liar. You’re a criminal!”

i LOVE glyndas pottymouth in this its such a good like... change from her being strict and formal and teachery and now shes full on gremlin huntress hell YES BABY!!!!!!!!!! GO OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“There’s all kinds of things I bet he never told you.” Cinder continued. “Did you know he was close to your predecessor? The Witch who came before you—they were inseparable.”

SRY IM LIKE STRUGGLIN TO COMMENTATE because so much of this like. speaking as an Old-Ass Reader this is like. a LOT! A LOT HAS CHANGED and yet,,,, stayed the same,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, yall kids WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL CHAPTER LIKE................ 15 FOR THIS SHIT (but like. chapter 15 was different because this chapter used to be like chapter 7? so now everythings moved along so chapter 15 doesnt sound that impressive but trust me it was a different fic back then)

When they fell away, burnt and ruined, she could see Cinder’s bare arms for the first time. The red lines drawn across her skin sloped down the entire length of her arms, circling her elbows, carved into her wrists. They ended right at her hands, ensuring any long-sleeved garment would hide them. Every covered inch of her was filled like a canvas, like abstract art.

lets pause the fight scene for glynda to be gay!!!!! god im. okay look i said this earlier but im so glad we have more cinder like this tbh. the first version was rly lacking w/ cinder content until late-game when the plot sorta. got itself going? but now we’re eye-deep in this content i LOVE cinder i love this WEIRDO who is a HUGE LOSER and IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Glynda could not dispel the fear that she had been telling the truth.

and after committing Some Amount In Damages, we’re at the end of the chapter!

okay so i really enjoyed this version SO MUCH MORE. everything abt it was polished and worked together so much better and it really needed the space to breathe in its own chapter. its been horny, gay, intense, hilarious, and way more in one chapter and its SO good this really is PEAK offal hunt!!!!!!!!!!!! good job diesel and kc but im still going to murder you both,

[lexprius]

a cup of coffee? p.js ff

so this is my first fic, please mind the mistakes and grammars. english isnt my first language, now, lets get it!

2:00 A.M

you we're sitting at you're living room couch with tearful eyes. you sobbed and sobbed praying it was all a dream. you shouted you're lungs out asking "what did i do wrong? what did i? tell me!" you cried all night. heres what happened.

EARLIER, AT 12:00 A.M

you and you're parents we're joking around and talking about you're future. "dad watch out!" you shouted. you're dad gave you a confused look, as he turned to face the windows he saw a incoming van. then...all you saw was black. you woke up to see you're parents..dead, blood splattered all over their lifeless bodies, glass shards inserted into their skin leaving open wounds. luckily you, you had a few cuts and wounds but you made it out alive. police and an ambulance we're surrounding the car. the police sent a taxi for you to go home. with teary eyes that blurred out you're vision, you hopped into the taxi and made you're way home..

PRESENT

you couldnt sleep that night because of the tragedy, you felt a vibration on you're thigh, you checked it to see you're phone vibrating with a caller id. it was you're best friend jisung. why would he call at such an hour?

y/ns pov

you: w-why did you call? (sniff)

jisung: i knew what happened to you y/n..im sorry for you're loss. i can come over if you want?

you: thanks sungie, b-but i-i dont think you're parents w-would allow..

jisung: oh, thats no big deal! im actually alone at home, my parents arent here, they went to a trip.

you: o-oh..w-well i guess you can come over.

jisung: thanks y/n, i'll be there in a minute okay? stay strong~

you: dont forget to bring an umbrella okay? its raining out.

jisung: dont worry i wont

i hung up, threw my phone at the other end of the couch, i turned on the tv and watched a bit to keep my mind off my parents.

2 MINUTES LATER

i heard the front door ring, i stood up and opened the door revealing Jisung, but with wet hair and soaking clothes holding a bag of tteokbokki and sundubu.

you: jisung get in! you're gonna get sick!

i motioned for him to get in, he rushed inside quickly. hes clothes dripping all over the carpet. i grabbed a towel and some of my dads clothes..just by holding a bunch of i was already trying to hold back my tears. i lended them to jisung trying to hide my welled up eyes.

you: i told you to bring an umbrella.

jisung: sorry..i forgot

you replied with a smile and mouthing the words "its okay" to him, you grabbed a towel and dried him up

jisung: thanks y/n..

you: n-no prob, d-do you wanna eat?

jisung: yeah, im hella hungry

you took out the foods from the plastic bags and started munching them down. there was a tense and awkward atmostphere between you and jisung, jisung decided to break the silence by asking you a question.

jisung: can i stay for the night? i get scared when im home alone in the dark.

you: s-sure..

jisung: i feel really really sad for you y/n..i hope that you feel okay..

you: i feel so depressed already ji..do you know how hard it is to loose someone who raised you?

jisung: i know how it feels like..my grandpa passed away leaving my mom in tears..

you: its..its just so painful! its like multiple guns, and knives..all sorts of dangerous things hits you.

jisung gave you a warm and heartfelt hug...you cried on his shoulder..letting it all out.

you: (sob) w-w-why d-did have t-to b-be like t-this su-sungie? w-what did i do wrong to deserve this pain?

jisung: you did nothing wrong y/n-ssi..ms and mr. kim became beautiful angels soaring high above and sending the purest and whitest doves to you from the heavens..me and you are lucky that..we saw an angel..

you: thank you ji..

you then felt another warm embrace but from you're backside..you felt it was you're parents..

you: m-mommy..d-daddy..i love you..

1 HOUR LATER

you we're on the couch laying with jisung with you're head resting on his arms

you looked up at him and smiled

you: you really had the urge to take a selfie didnt you? (giggle)

jisung: (smile) nothings wrong with it right hehe~

you guys watched movies for hours..until you hadnt realize you fell asleep in jisungs embrace and he took another selca because he couldnt resist how cute you looked.

eventually he fell asleep too.

NEXT MORNING

you woke up to jisung sleeping next to you and you're tiny body wrapped around his arms, a red tint flushed all over you're face realizing what you have just saw. meanwhile, jisung woke up without you realizing because you we're blushing really hard almost becoming the color of his red sweater, jisung sat up from the sofa, he rested his chin on you're shoulder and wrapped and arms around you're tiny waist. you flinched at his sudden action but..you liked it.

jisung: morning~

you: good morning sung~

you saw with a smile and a small laugh, you and him jumped off the couch and headed you're way to the kitchen. you grabbed a bowl, a carton of milk, a box of cereal, and a metal spoon. the coldness of the metal sending shivers down you're body as you look over and glance at jisung at the kitchen counter grabbing a cup of water then making his way to reach out to you're cupboards to grab the coffee mix. the way his brown almost autumn like hair, his face that shined as the sun escapes the windows, the way his plump lips head towards his mug of coffee, and his adorable eyes that curve into a cresent as they smile when his eyes meet you'res..all these just make him look so..so alluring. you snapped back into reality as you felt something cold flowing down you're hands. you quickly placed the milk carton back on the table and rushed to get tissues to wipe off the remaining milk of you're hands. once you got them all off you sighed and scrunched you're face looking at you're overflowing bowl of cereal.

you: what a great start to my morning.

jisung: (laugh) totally!

you grabbed a towel and started wiping the table clean. you made yourself another cereal. once you succeded you placed it on the table in the living room, and plopped yourself down on the couch. jisung then approached you and handed you a mug.

jisung: a cup of coffee?

you: thanks ji (smile)

you reached for the mug and took a sip from it. you settled the mug back down on the table as you felt a slight bounce on the couch. you look over to see jisung sipping his coffee. suddenly, jisung flinched and quickly placed his cup on the table and let out a loud groan.

jisung: ahh! its hot!

you:(laugh) you should have blowed the coffee first (laugh)

jisung: (giggle)

11:00 AM

you we're on you're phone looking for some ideas for you and jisung to do cause both of you we're hella bored. you look over to jisung on his phone talking to his friend, renjun.

he looked over to you, he covered his phone speaker and asked

jisung: can he come over?

you: o-oh..y-yeah s-sure

jisung: thanks y/n!

jisung: okay hyung, you can come over!

you heard that renjun boy say "awesome!" in excitement. jisung ended the call then faced you

jisung: invite one of you're friends! then we can all have fun together?

you: thats awesome ji!

you say to him while he gave his smile that you can't get enough of. you decided to call you're friend yeeun, you dialed her number, you heard a familliar voice from he other line.

yeeun: hey y/n~~ so whats up?

you: w-wanna come over?

yeeun: heck yeah! what are we gonna do?

you: me and jisung are bored as hell yeeun, so we decided we wanted to bring some friends over.

yeeun: okay! i'll be there, time?

you look at jisung mouthing the words "what time?" and jisung replied with "2:00"

you: 2:00, if you're fine with it?

yeeun: sureeee~ okay gotta go now girlie, bye~

you: bye yeeun~

you ended the call and jisung looked at you

jisung: have you thought of something to do?

you: no, my mind is blank. you?

jisung: same..ah! i forgot i have twister! do you know how to play?

you: yeah! okay lets do that? anything else?

jisung: movies!

you: (giggle) you're so cute when you're excited

jisung blushes at the compliment he recieves, he scratches the back of his neck and just smiles at you.

you: o-oh yeah..w-wanna go to the park before they arrive?

jisung: o-oh, y-yeah sure why not?

you: i-i'll tell y-you s-something t-there..

you stood up and took a quick shower and prepared yourself. the thing is..you've been crushing on jisung for the past few months. you decided you wanted to tell him today

as you exited you're room you saw his tall figure standing in the living room waiting for you. his brown hair caged in his black hat, his lips curving into a smile as he sees something cute or funny on his phone. ugh, he was just so beautiful. he's eyes you'res.

you: jisung, lets go

jisung: ah, okay

you unlocked the door and stepped outside the home with jisung following you're footsteps.

Minutes Later

you lead jisung to the most beautiful part of the park, the cherry blossoms. where most couples go to. you faced jisung and took a deep breath.

you: okay..i have been keeping this for so long now and i decided today was the day i wanted to tell you.

jisung: w-what do you wanna tell me?

you: i grew feelings for you jisung! i-i like you- no..i love you park jisung.

jisung was shocked. he didnt speak but instead came closer towards you and cupped you're face.

jisung: i love you too, y/n.

he kissed you're lips as you stood there shocked. but of course..you kissed back. loving every moment. jisung broke the kiss, held you by the waist, lifted you and spun you around.

jisung: be mine?

you: definitely