#i love you bank i love you mos but

[pharawee]

Wait is that (half of) Jimmy on the right??

It is!! 😭🙏

Hhhhh! 🫠

[monsamborabutterfly]

Watching Big Dragon cause it's actually one of the few bls that came out the last couple of years I haven't seen yet and I'm kinda vibing with sunset x vibes and wanted to catch up with mosbank...and it's high key hilarious. Like a huge part of me will just believe that they were actually doing a scary movie-esque parody of the "dark" media genre in bl😂

Like even the way it was shot and the acting choices feel like parody. I can't stop laughing.

And I mean that in the most respectful way possible!!!

[izzy-b-hands]

Prefacing this with I know I need to find a different music service to use for many reasons

That said, Spotify has been, for reasons I cannot figure out, shoving the Duncan Hills Coffee jingle into Dethalbum IV (when I have it set so I'm only listening to that album on repeat)

No other Dethklok songs or other metal plays when it's set like this. Just. at random shoved in there at least one to five times (depending on how long I'm listening to it on repeat, don't @ me)

Coffee Time

And it's just. so jarring in a very particular way.

Yes, the apocalypse of a sort is happening. The band is Going Thru It and then some, you're in your feelings about it as u listen, waiting eagerly for the next riff

but then

D o y o u f o l k s l i k e c o f f e e?

[heavyhitterheaux]

Mo' Money Mo' Problems

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: Asking for help has always been hard for you, but when you aren't left with another option, your recently drafted NFL boyfriend comes to your rescue

Pairing: Boyfriend!Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

Requested: by a gorgeous anon 😍

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Erin looked at you as you sat down across from her and sighed. This had been going on for the past week and you had now given yourself a headache trying to figure out what you were going to do.

“Call your boyfriend.” Erin told you as she threw your phone for you to catch it, but you quickly shook your head no as you caught it before it hit the floor.

“I am not calling him.”

“And why NOT?” She exclaimed and looked at you as if you were crazy.

“Because this is my problem and I'm going to deal with it. I don't have to run to him for every little thing.”

“YOUR BOYFRIEND PLAYS IN THE NFL! AS A QUARTERBACK! Or did you suddenly forget?”

“Just because he plays in the NFL doesn't mean I’m going to take advantage of that.” You said as you crossed your arms.

“Bestie, I love you but you fucking annoy me so much sometimes. So let me ask you this, Joe doesn't have a problem asking you for sex correct?”

“What in the world are you getting at?”

“Answer my question.”

“No, he doesn't.”

“And he fucks you raw simply because you had a fucking pregnancy scare two semesters ago when he won the Heisman.”

“Erin, get to the point already. I was scared out of my damn mind.” You replied as you rolled your eyes.

“My point is that you shouldn't have a problem asking your boyfriend who fucks you raw for money. At the very LEAST like bare minimum he can give you a little cash.”

“I get it but..”

“Uh no you obviously don't. And you know how he is. First thing out of his mouth is going to be why didn't you tell him. I'm convinced that man would drink your bath water if you let him.”

“I swear you get on my nerves.”

“Welp been doing that since we were three and that's not changing any time soon.”

“I don't know. I feel kind of weird asking people for anything. Like not just him and I’ve always been like that.” You said as you got up to go into your kitchen with Erin following close behind.

“It's not like he's going to want you to pay him back. I guarantee you that he'll give it to you without a second thought. You never know unless you try. Surprised he hasn't put your name on the bank account yet.”

“Something is wrong with you.”

“Bitch, don't act like he's not going to put a ring on your finger. Surprised he didn't do it our first semester.” Erin told you as you turned to look in the freezer for ground turkey to make homemade burgers for the two of you.

“Yes, obviously but not yet.”

“He is literally just waiting for you to graduate to do it.”

“And how do you know all this?” You asked as you began to cut up red onion along with some green bell peppers.

“I just do and like I said, he would drink your bath water.”

“Ew, Erin that's nasty.”

“Just calling it like I see it. But if you don't fix this in 48 hours when your rent is due, I'm calling Joe.”

Twenty four hours later you were finally lying down in your bed after a long and exhausting day, your phone rang indicating a facetime call coming through and you rolled over onto the other side to answer it. When your boyfriend's face came into view, you instantly smiled.

“Hi my love.” You quietly said and wrapped yourself tighter in the blankets that were covering you while propping up your phone.

“Hey baby doll. How was your day?” He asked while it looked like he was sitting up against the headboard.

“Hmm, long. I've been up since 4 in the morning. But you know I never pass up an opportunity to talk to you. I miss you.”

“I miss you too and Erin called me.”

“What? Why?”

She literally only gave you 24 hours and not 48 like she promised.

“You tell me. Something going on that I should know about?” Joe asked and you continued to look at him confused.

“Uh, not that I can think of.”

“Let me ask you this then. Have you paid your rent this month for your condo?”

“No and I have no idea why she called you. I told her I would take care of it.”

“Because you miscalculated your bills for this month and they added a whole bunch of fees and you decided to suffer instead of calling your boyfriend for help.”

“I…”

“Is that it?”

“I didn't want to bother you.” You quietly said and Joe just looked at you.

“Seriously? When are you ever bothering me? I have another question for you.”

“Yes?”

“You plan on being with me for a long time, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you know that I'm going to take care of you right? Especially when you graduate and move up here.”

“Yes.”

“So, why wouldn't I take care of you now?”

“I know you will, but if I can do it on my own, I'm going to try to.”

“But I'm here and you don't have to. Aren't you a WAG now?” Joe asked as he smiled at you.

“I want to be the W and not the G.” You replied without skipping a beat.

“Who’s to say that I don't already have your ring?”

“Well, my finger is still bare so? What does that do for me?” You told him as you held it up so he could see your hand.

“Touché, princess.” Joe told you as he smirked.

“Mm hmm, that's what I thought.”

“But next time you come up here we're picking out a house.”

“I…”

“Me and my future wife along with my future kids need a place to live so we can start looking. Or we can have it built, your choice."

“And a new car, mine is on its last leg.”

“Name it and it's yours. That goes for whatever else you want to.”

“NO! I'm going to get it! You are not going bankrupt buying someone who is not even your wife expensive things.”

“You ARE my wife; it's just not on paper yet.” He told you as he shrugged while your cheeks began to heat up.

“Babeeeee.”

“What? I'm not saying anything that isn't true. And besides, I'm not spending any money from my contract. Just my endorsement deals. But back to our original problem, you're good for the rest of the year.”

“I… JOEY! That was like 4,000 dollars!”

“Money is not a factor when it comes to you. If you need it, I'm getting it. So can we move on?”

"Fine, while I have you in a giving mood, I want an elephant." You replied and Joe simply gave you a blank stare.

"Best I can do is the Cincinatti Zoo, you gotta work with me here."

"Well, you said 'name it and it's yours'."

"Baby, I meant within reason and an elephant is not within reason."

[a-father-of-light]

I've been thinking about this topic for awhile and I need it to live anywhere else except my head. Amen.

This is not a deep dive into any of these actors, their sexuality and real life relationships with each other. It's just, have you ever watched two people together and you're like: "yep, they want each other" 🤣😅 or, "yep, that boy is thirsty af" 😌. Like, my guy, you're not fooling anyone.

I don't even ship them, it's just entertaining to watch.

1. Fort wants Peat. Period. That boy isn't even trying to hide it and honestly, I respect it.

2. Boss finna kiss as much of Noeul's body as the producers will allow. I can't read Noeul, he just seems down. Down for what? I can't tell.

3. One thing about Zee is, he's gonna lick someone's son. Zee had a whole one-sided crush on Saint. 😅

I don't know what's going on between Zee and Nunew, and I don't care to know (it's none of my business). However, Nu gives "match my freak/crazy" energy around Zee.

4. Max and Nat mutually want each other. What can I say?

5. Billy with both Seng and Babe. Billy is like Zee, if the job entails kissing someone's son, he'll be there, and he'll do the job well. 😉

6. Billkin sometimes looks ready to risk it all for PP. - I know the rumours about their alleged relationship but for what it's worth, I don't actually believe it. This is not a comment on the nature of their relationship. I just think that sometimes Bill looks ready to ruin the friendship. 🤣😌

7. I don't know what's going on between Mile and Apo (and again, I don't need to know) but I feel like Mile would donate his artery if Apo needed one. Oddly, it doesn't seem romantic. He just appears to have a sincere admiration and love for Apo. Almost brotherly, almost friendship, but in a "I wanna lick your face" kinda friendship.

8. Fourth and his one-sided crush on Gemini. Cute.

9. Joong with both Nine and Dunk. Joong does not have to be told twice to kiss Dunk! It's cute and kinda funny sometimes.

10. Man didn't need the director to yell action. He stayed ready to kiss Ben.

11. I feel like I'll burn for this, but... Nanon had a thing for Ohm. I don't even think I can put a name to said "thing", but it was there and I can't believe I'm the only one who clocked it because no one talks about it.

12. Gun's former crush on Off.

13. Mew's unreciprocated feelings for Gulf; which he'd probably deny today because of whatever happened between them.

14. Frame and Ryan. Honestly, get it boys.

15. Bruh... Mos and Bank. They aren't shy about it either

16. Highkey, all of Jeff's co-stars had a thing for him, and who can blame them. 🤣

✌🏾

[totalswag]

unfold — RAFE CAMERON

authors note sorry for not posting as much with fics, life got a little to serious for a moment. huge thank you for 600+ followers you guys are absolutely amazing ugh. this idea came in mind randomly one day and rafe little unfolding with his enemy is...

summary you have been rafe camerons shit list for a long time now. what happens when you attend a party at tannyhill and somehow make Rafe cameron fold

warnings mentions of smoking, drinking, cussing, partying

Rafe Cameron, kook king, as people would say.

He’s one of the most popular people in outer banks. Just hearing his name sends shivers down people's spines. He has girls practically on their knees for him left and right. There’s something about him that captivates them.

But, you don't want to mess with him either. You don’t want to be on his bad side. When he walks into a room, everyone stops and looks at him with fear or wondering what he's gonna do. He loves the fact that he has that effect on others. It helps boost his ego.

Rafe Cameron, on the other hand, has had you on his shitlist for a long time. You enjoy antagonizing and teasing him. You enjoy seeing him furious when you do things that irritate him. People warn you, but you dismiss them since he never does anything about it. He’s never and will never do anything in ways to hurt you physically. 

Rafe’s throwing a party at his house tonight. Of course he didn’t invite you. He knows you’ll show up regardless because that's how you are. Word spreads quickly on the island.

"Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here?" stated one of your close friends, Hailey, smiles as she hugged you.

You initially stated that you would not attend a party because you were not in the mood to do anything this weekend other than sit at home and watch movies. However, once you found that Rafe was throwing a party and happened to live down the road from you, you had no choice but to come and make your presence known. 

“Oh well you know me, gotta make my presence known” you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink, scanning the room.

“If you wanna find Rafe, I’m pretty sure he’s somewhere in the living room or doing coke out back with the guys” Hailey whispers in your ear, winking.

Hailey is very well aware that you enjoy annoying the crap out of the Cameron boy. She claims it's for her own entertainment. She's waiting for you two to crack because she knows you are into each other but won't confess it.

"Let's go on the dance floor?" You insist as you take her hand in yours and walk her past the crowd to the living room.

The two of you start dancing to the beat of the music. A few people you recognize from school come up, catching you off by surprise. You girls end up dancing with each other for half of the night alongside the crowd.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick” you whisper in her ear. 

“Okay, be safe” she replies back, squeezing your hand before you start walking away.

You bump into a muscular body on your way to the bathroom, and you look up to Rafe, who is already glaring down at you with a stern expression, as if he's about to argue about the fact that you're at his party. You can sense the tension in his body building. You like it.

A smile forms on your lips, and your pointer finger grips and plays with his chain, "looks like someone isn't happy to see me, huh?" You sarcastically remark, waiting for him to snatch your hand away from his chain.

"My night was going great before I bumped into you, Y/N," he replies with a harsh tone with a slight hint sarcastic, rolling his eyes. 

"Aw, are you not excited to see me?" you cynically pout.

Rafe is trying so hard to go off like he usually does with you. You know how to get under his skin unlike anyone else. He hates that you have that effect on him that just snaps.

"You really don't want to start it with me right now, Y/N," he says harshly and sternly. Looking in his eyes, you can see he's had coke and drank.

"Oh, but I really want to start, Rafe," you remark as you move closer, chests meeting.

You couldn’t help but feel the sexual tension growing between the both of you. This is the first time you are feeling it. You’ve always wondered why he never did anything about your behavior towards him. Actually, no one doesn’t know why, only Rafe does. 

Hailey stood a few feet away, watching the whole thing unfold. She had to remove herself from the large crowd of people around her to watch her best friend.

Before Rafe can respond, Kelce walks up to tell Rafe to go in the backyard because there’s something he needs to show him.

"Oh, hey Y/N, it's good to see you and looking beautiful as always" Kelce smiles giving you a warm hug.

"It's to see you too Kelce and thank you" you reply while pulling away from the hug.

“Nice seeing you Rafe” you wave innocently, smiling, then flipping him off with a straight face.

You both know you’ll run into each other again tonight.

When you make your way back to Hailey, she’s laughing over the interaction she watched. You tell her to shut it before she says anything else. You drag her down the hall into the bathroom to pee and talk about what happened.

“I love seeing you do that to him” Hailey laughs, taking a sip of her drink, jumping on the bathroom sink.

In answer, you grin, lifting your finger and moving it back and forth, "The way he was ready to go off on me but cut off when Kelce told him to go in the backyard made me wanna laugh in his face."

After the bathroom, you both headed into the kitchen to get another drink from the coolers. The kitchen was occupied with people getting drinks or simply standing and talking.

Hailey began talking to this guy she'd been eyeing for a while. 

You lean in to whisper in her ear, "I'm gonna let you be, call or text me if you need anything," and she smiles back, reassuring you she’ll be okay.

You scan the room, unsure of what or who you're looking for. Something inside you tells you to go find Rafe and annoy the living shit out of him. Topper and Kelce noticed you examining the room from afar and approached you. 

The two wave as they approach you, you wave back smiling.

“Hello boys” you smile, “enjoying the party?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink.

The last time you saw Kelce he was drunk but not drunk enough. Now here he is half an hour later crossed.

“Fuck yeah, we are crossed” Kelce chuckles, throwing his head back.

Topper agrees with a nod.

“Oh, I can tell,” you reply.

Topper turns around when he sees Rafe making his way over. The two boys take a step back, revealing you. Rafe stops his tracks, rolling his eyes, tongue runs over his bottom lip, annoyed.

Perfect timing to annoy him.

The two boys let out a chuckle, shaking their heads from the look on Rafe’s furious look. 

Something leads you to take Rafe's hand and lead him to the large crowd. You follow your gut and approach him gently. You gaze up to him, who is already staring at you with such intensity that it sends shivers down your spine. You grab his hand in yours and bring him towards the large crowd in the living room.

Topper and Kelce’s jaws dropped when they watched Rafe follow you into the crowd. For one, Rafe never does that with you, ever. They give each other the look of you just saw that too look.

"Please tell me Rafe just let her do that?" Topper blurts with confusion spread all over his face.

Kelce rubbed his eye to make sure he was seeing the same thing as Topper.

When you come to stop, turn around and face him. You can tell he's irritated that you dragged him to the center of the dance floor. But you're wondering why he let you do it.

"Why did you lead me here, Y/N?" Rafe questions.

"I wanna dance, Rafe, and you are gonna dance with me," you chuckle, grabbing both Rafe's hands and resting them on your waist while maintaining eye contact with him.

He shrugs his shoulders, turns your body around, making you gasp, catching you off guard. Now your back is against his front. 

You tilt your head back, swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music while his hands rest themselves on your waist.

As you continue to dance to the music, Rafe leans down to your ear, “you are playing a dangerous game with me, Y/N” the thrill in your blood went through the roof by his comment.

With a smirk, you close your eyes and place your left hand on the back of his neck, drawing his head down so you could whisper in his ear. The sound of his steady breathing may be felt against your skin.

"What kind of game are you implying?" you asked, touching the ends of his hair behind his head.

"C'mon, you can't tell me you haven't been enjoying this, Y/N? You know what I mean," he says, knowing what he means as he’s directing both hands from your waist to the center of your stomach and back to your waist, attempting to catch you off guard, but you refuse to let it happen.

You know that he knows you love annoying the shit out of him but he can tell by the way your body reacts to his touch that has him a little intrigued.

In reaction, you back yourself into his front, drawing a sigh from his lips before spinning around, stepping on your tiptoes and putting your arms around his neck.

You feel something hard pressing against your stomach. In that moment you knew where the night was gonna take you both.

You two make eye contact.

You notice his eyes looking at your lips then your eyes, going back and forth.

“If you’re gonna look at my lips you should just kiss them” you remark with sass which didn’t make him quite happy but you didn’t care.

He leans closer, and your faces get inches closer and closer. At this time, both of your breaths are increasing, but no one is moving. You lean forward and extend the tip of your tongue, allowing it to touch Rafe's upper lip.

Rafe's demeanor shifted, which concerned you a little because you'd seen how aggressive he can be but he'd never hurt you. He grabs your wrist and brings you through the enormous home and upstairs to his bedroom, which is down a hallway and out of hearing. 

As you passed past people, they were taken aback to find you holding hands with Rafe Cameron as you walked the stairs. You can imagine the amount of discussion and publishing on social media.

"You never know when to shut up and take a hint, little one," he says with his back to you, locking his bedroom door before turning around backing you up against the edge of his bed.

"I actually do know when to shut up, mister," you respond, still standing firm. 

Rafe catches you off guard by pushing you onto his bed, opening your legs so he can stand between them, and smoothly moving his hands up and down your thighs. 

"Oh, do you, Princess? Let's see how that goes while you're screaming my name beneath me.”

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[respectthepetty]

I am a MosBank Truther!

I do not hate all fan service. I think it's good to see men casually touch each other in public AND get paid to do it. My favorite pairs for fan service are MaxTul, who WILL return to me one day; YinWar, who understand the "Business Gay Performance" concept; JoongDunk, who are my GMMTV fighters; and MosBank. But unlike all of these other 200 branded pairs running around in BL Land, I actually think MosBank are a real couple, and I truly believe that they are already married. *looking you directly in your eyes* I'm serious. And I have thirty images from their recent appearance on the Har Tum Show to prove it.

But first, if you are not familiar with this show, Eclair is the host and she invites guests over to cook while she shit talks, and babygirl is quick. Jes and Bible from 4 Minutes were recently on, and while Jes matched Eclair's energy as this was his second appearance on the show, Bible was lost in the sauce, which only made their appearance even more delightful. And the reason is because homegirl casually drops sex jokes and snappy quips into the conversation, so guests must be on their toes to keep up.

AND MOSBANK CAME PREPARED!

Bank and Mos already know Eclair. Bank knows her from college, and Mos knows her from mutual friends *cough* Bank *cough* so they got down to business quick, and by business, I mean dick jokes. They are making deep-fried shrimp sushi, so Bank immediately holds the cucumber to size it up, and Eclair jumps into Bank's blowjob skills after briefly discussing how many shrimp are in the meal. +2 for talking about oral sex five minutes in.

This prompts Bank to sing "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid (in English) because it ties into the discussion of the ingredients needed for the meal (shrimp, seaweed, salmon) and blowjobs. No points given because even though Bank can sing, Ariel doesn't deserve to take strays about blowjobs.

Mos discloses that Bank's family owns a durian farm, so the queer movie of the moment The Paradise of Thorns gets mentioned, but Bank throws in his critique that they are more like The Paradise of Scorns. +2 for Bank's wittiness and Mos' sensible chuckle

Then Bank reveals that he is the one who scouted Mos for Star Hunter because he was thirsting over Mos' pictures on social media. +4 because Bank . . . same. I, too, would slide into Mos' DMs after perusing his socials.

As the conversation continues, both men confess that they hated school, but Bank is the smarter one on paper ONLY because he knew he wanted to be an actor and didn't want to appear dumb, so he got tutoring to get rid of his country accent and up his grades, while Mos only got his grades up because his mom sent him to an all-boys school in Bangkok 💀 Eclair is surprised because she thinks Bank plays up the "dumb-blonde" persona, and they joke that's a good thing because he can get away with it. +6 for Mos and his all-boy school

And then we get into the domesticity! Mos and Bank have randomly mentioned they live together throughout the years, so Eclair starts asking questions about their home life. Mos likes to do the chores. Bank likes to shop.

Eclair thinks Bank would feel guilty for not helping Mos with the chores, but both men correct her that Mos likes doing these things, and if Mos was her boyfriend, he'd gladly do it for her too. +10 because Bank does not cook nor does he clean, but he got that ring!

Because Mos seems too perfect to be true, Bank throws him under the bus and admits it bothers him that Mos doesn't say he loves people or misses them NOT EVEN HIS PARENTS OR FAMILY! -2 only because Bank brings this up every year in their Valentine's Day videos, and Mos still is tight-lipped.

But he quickly recovers because he says Mos isn't a man of too many words and actually shows his love through actions, like buying him a Celine bag and other stuff that he cannot mention even though Eclair pressures him to share. No points given

Eclair asks if either one of them gets upset easily, but specifically targets Bank since he is known for having an attitude in their travel videos when he is hungry or tired. +2 to Eclair for being shady

Once they sit down to enjoy the meal that Mos has basically single-handedly made for them, the conversation gets sad when Bank mentions he just wants a good life for his parents and how he misses his grandma, who was his biggest supporter but died during the pandemic so he didn't get to see her before she passed.

It's a heavy moment, but Eclair spins it and asks Mos if he has any sad tales to tell, to which Bank immediately answers that Mos' family is nothing but happy vibes and good times. +1 for the look exchanged between Bank and Eclair because people who have happy families make us all a little sick.

Eclair latches on to the fact that Bank answered the question about Mos' family, and Mos casually responds that Bank would know because he has met his family, several times, since he goes home with Mos, each time. +4 because this is the domesticity that has me convinced they are already married since they are holding hands under the table.

From the way Mos is talking, it's clear the boys stay AT his parents' house when they visit, so Eclair asks if Mos' mom ever hears them.

Mos, in a serious voice, instantly replies that they are quiet.

Bank bursts into laughter, but Eclair isn't done and wants to know what quiet things are done quietly, so Mos offers the only acceptable answer - "Whatever Bank wants" +100 points for Mos being perfect

The conversation gets back to the original point of Bank visiting Mos' family and the guys talk about the first time Bank went home with Mos. The aunties were aflutter when they saw Bank with Mos and because Mos comes from a small community, the entire village practically knew before they even got to the house.

They even recreate the aunties on the street breaking their necks to get a glimpse of Mos' rich boy. +3 for the way the boys deliver it

When they were walking the streets or at the market, they knew people were talking about them (out of curiosity), but whenever Mos or Bank would acknowledge them, the aunties would scatter. +1 for knowing that small town talk is not a negative thing but a way of sharing news

Everywhere they went, people would already know who Bank was because the chisme was running rampant! +2 because the boys are telling the hell out of this story and they are telling it TOGETHER, like both are telling it at the same time. It's glorious!

And since we understand that they were staying AT the parents' house, it seems as if they were also staying in the same room since Grandpa came to collect them once aunties started standing outside of the house wanting to take pictures with them. +2 since Mos is thrilled that Bank was so popular with his people

After the story, Eclair puts on her business cap and opens the door for the guys to talk about their various projects and socials, but the lady is a professional who can turn anything into a sex joke.

MosBank have a YouTube channel called Mong Biew which is a play on their names, but Eclair asks if it's a play on "Bong Biew" which apparently means tilted, and at first I thought she was making a straight/gay joke, but nope! It's a dick joke because Mos proudly declares that it's straight!

And I'm giving Mos another +100 points because this kid gets it! I thought Bank was going to easily steal the show, while Mos was busy cooking, but Mos is just as quick and snappy with his comebacks. He isn't just a Instagram thirst trap! The boy's got moxie!

Because this is still business, the guys give their product placement spiel for an anti-bloat mix, Air-X, and Eclair quickly turns capitalism on its head when she gets Bank to admit he farted on set during one of his romantic scenes with Mos. +4 points to Eclair for making a product placement hilarious and getting the chisme!

And the show wraps up with Eclair giving Air-X another spotlight as she states it's the second item Bank would pack for a trip AFTER HE PACKS CONDOMS!

2000 POINTS TO MY FAVORITE MARRIED COUPLE because we all win when the aunties approve of the boyfriend and Eclair can get a good dick joke or ten out of it!

[bloodlinefics]

| The Mechanic | PART ONE!

NSFW

POV: Your car has some issues and you don’t have a lot of money so your neighbor recommends this handy man who lives down the street…

I slammed my hood down frustrated at my car, which was a piece of shit. It was fine the first year I had it but now every other day there's something wrong with it and it's draining my bank account.

"Stupid ass car!" I say as I slammed the hood down. "Having troubles with it again?" I heard my neighbor say who lives next to me in my neighborhood. "Oh, sorry Mr.Lee I didn't see you out excuse my language." I said apologizing. "It's just every time I turn around something is wrong with this damn car! My job doesn't pay me anything and whatever it does I put into this car. The same problem is happening over and over again, I just need to go somewhere new and cheaper." I shrug still frustrated as my neighbor walked up to me.

  "Listen Y/N if you are hard on mo-" my neighbor started to say and I cut him off "No. I don't want to borrow money for you or even you pay for something." I said sternly. "That's not what I was going to say." He said crossing his arms and shaking his head which embarrassed me so bad. "I'm sorry I didn't mean.. just say what you were going to say I'm stressed." I say rubbing my eyes. "What I was going to say is I know the auto shop in town costs an arm and a leg, but I know someone who'll do it cheaper for you. If you don't mind I can give you his number, he's a mechanic but he's my friend so he might give you a good price if you came down to his house and see what he could do. I can give him a call." He says pulling out his phone.

  "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother to anyone. It still drives, it just skips when I drive it and it's making me so damn mad. I know I'll pay a grand to fix it." I said shrugging. "Just let me give him a call okay? He'll give you a good price I'm sure." He says. He was always like a dad to me snd I loved it, he was always there for me when I needed it. He was the best neighbor I could ask for. "Thanks but I have work tomorrow and I don't know if it'll make it there or not." I said "Well like I said I'll give him a call, the guy only lives a couple streets over. Maybe he's off today and he'll let you ride down there. I'll be right back." He said walking away.

  He came walking out of his house and walked up to me. "So?" I asked as he walked up smiling. "So, he said he's off today and he's willing to give you a cheap price if you'll drive your car up there and let him look at it. Here's the address. It's right up the road." He said handing me a piece of paper with an address on it. "Oh my gosh thank you so much. Usually I wouldn't go to a random persons house but I trust you." I said laughing. "I'm glad you do, he's looking forward to seeing you soon." He said smiling.

 

  I look at the address in my hand and get into my car putting into my GPS.

  Please let this guy know what he's doing..

I pull down a dirt road riding about half a mile until reaching a tiny beat up house with a couple beat up cars in front of the house. I parked in front of his house and half of his body hanging out of the bottom of a truck, he was fixing whatever was going on with that one to.

  I step out of my car and he comes out from underneath the car and I was not expecting how damn attractive this man was. The way he was talked about by my neighbor made it seem like he was some beat up redneck boy who does this as a side job, but I was wrong. About 10 feet in front of stood a tanned skin tattoo'd body. He was shirtless and the sun was just reflecting off of his skin.

  "Hey.. um.. your Marcus Lee's neighbor, right?" He said walking up to me and shaking my hand and let me tell you his hand was huge.. massive. I shook his hand and kept staring him not knowing what to say. I stood there for a second and he cleared his throat. "Oh um yeah sorry I'm Mr. Lee's neighbor... he said you could take a look at my car and give me a good price to fix whatever's wrong with it?" I said giving a pleading smile and pulling my hand away.

 

  "Yeah, tell me what problems you're having." He said nudging my head to walk to my car. "Well, there has been so much stuff wrong with it and when I finally thought I got everything fixed, the damn thing starts skipping when I drove it home today." I say stressed out. "Well, just calm down and I'll take a look at it, okay?" He said putting his hand onto my shoulder which made me shudder.

  "For starters, what's your name so I don't have to sit here and just call you pretty face?" He said smirking which made me smile. "Oh I'm Y/N." I smiled. "My name is Jey." He said back to me. I smiled at him again blushing. "Hello, Jey. Nice to meet you." I said laughing. He looked back at me and laughed lifting up my hood. "So, it's skipping?" He asked with a questioning face which was just as hot as his normal.

  "Well, let me take a look under the hood and if I can't fix it there imma get under the car, okay? It's hot out here, do you want me to go get you some water or something while I check it out?" He asked teaching into the hood and looking around it. (BTW GUYS DONT HATE ME I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT CARS IM DOING MY BEST OKAY)

  "Actually, yeah if you don't mind." I said accepting the offer. "Here come sit on my porch and I'll get you some water so you don't have to sit out here in the sun without anything to drink." He smiled and looked at me

But let me tell you I didn't need any water, if I could just watch this man work on my car for days I'd be fine with just how attractive he is.

  I watched him walk inside and his back is just as attractive as his front. He walks back out a few minutes later with a couple of bottles of water.

  "Here you go." He said walking out and smiling. He looked through my car top to bottom looking for issues then he finally found it. "Ah I see, give me 15 minutes and I can have it fixed for you." He said not looking at me.

  I swear he took his time on purpose, just making me sit there and watch him work on my car. He was fucking attractive and he knew it too.

  After what feels like hours later, he slides out from under my car and throws off the wrench he had to the side. "There, fixed." He said smiling. "Should work perfectly fine now." He said walking up close to me. "How much do I owe you? I have abo-." I tried to say but he interrupted me.

  "He told me you were hard on money, if you don't have any there is some other ways you could pay..." he said looking down at me and placing his hands on my hips. "Like what?" I said looking up at him as my body was just shaking under his touch. I was throbbing and I was soaked by this point.

"Want to get on your knees for me, baby girl?" He says dragging his hand down my cheek looking me in the eyes.

  At this point I would do anything for this man, his low husky voice and soft touch was putting me under a spell. He looked at me for a second, and I finally replied to him. "Y-Yes. Please." I said and my whole body felt numb and I felt desperate at the situation and he knew it, he knew I found him attractive.

  At this point I felt like a hoe, but fuck I'd do anything for this man.. and not having to pay for my car is a plus.

  "Get down then babe, and I won't make you pay a dime." He said to me and placed a kiss against my lips. His lips were soft and I loved it. Before I knew it I was on my knees and his dick was in my mouth. I was sucking bobbing my head back and forth of his dick and his hands were in my hair guiding me back and forth.

  "Right there babe, don't stop." He said hissing and throwing his head back. I kept going and pushed down as far as I could do, until his dick hit the back of my throat causing my to gag which made him moan. "Fuck..." he groaned in pleasure. He started face fucking me, and the feeling of his dick inside my throat was so good. He started moving faster into my face and his moans getting closer together.

  "Shit I'm gonna cum, don't stop." He said and I moaned against his dick which sent a wave of pleasure through his body, and that drove him over the edge. He shot a load into the back of my throat and he grunted loud. He pulled me off of him and my eyes were watery. He was catching his breath while I was still on my knees and he kept his hand in my hair pulling me up to his face.

  "Fuck you're so damn good at that." He said and kissed my lips. "Now you don't gotta pay for it, and hell if you let me take you back to my bedroom right now you'll never have to pay me for fixing anything on your car." He said smiling against the kiss then biting my bottom lip.

LMK IF YALL WANT THE PART TWO 😍

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A Love For Christmas Part 5

Hey guys on to week three of the this lovely fic. It's nearly done, only one more chapter to write and the last two will be up next week just before Christmas!

Next up: ice skating! Robin and Eddie show off and Eddie and Steve get a little closer.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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The next thing I offered for them to do was maintain the pond that everyone used for ice skating.

It was an easy enough task, just scrape away the skate mark with a small sled pulled by one of the reindeer herd and the device on the back, then cover the pond with a thin layer of water to make sure the ice was kept at a consistent thickness.

All they had to do was after everyone had gone home, follow those simple instructions.

I hoped figured that they would be as exacting with the pond as they were with the snowpeople but again they proved out to surprise me yet again.

The first night I assigned the task to them, they hadn’t come in for dinner, and so I went in search of them.

I found them by the fire pits we kept around the pond to warm up between skates, sound asleep.

The reindeer had wandered off with the scraper still attached creating great big gouges in the snow, the water had flooded the pond and was creeping out over the banks, like some monstrous thing.

Quickly I turned off the water and released the reindeer. The poor thing bounded off in search of his own meal as soon as he was freed.

There was nothing to be done about the pond until the next day. There wasn’t much sun this time a year, and too soon there would be none, but the sun we would get the next day, would be enough to melt the pond back to its proper borders.

Gently I roused the elf.

They woke with a start and looked out at the pond in dismay. They looked up at me and sighed, “Why can’t I do anything right?”

I sighed too. I didn’t have an answer for the little elf. Their eyes welled up with tears and I held them close.

There must be something they were good at.

~

Steve pulled up to the rec center and gently placed his head on his steering wheel. His father had called that morning to yell at him for not coming into work.

He had tried several times to tell him that he had been dealing with vendors and things for Christmas party and that he had been given the time off to complete all of his tasks.

But still his father ranted and raved that Steve wasn’t applying himself like he should and that he needed to step up and be a man. Especially if he wanted to take over the business.

Steve couldn’t have imagined a worse fate than that. He struggled to keep up with his co-workers in meeting the same marks they did in their sleep.

And now he was going into another circle of hell. Ice skating. Something he hadn’t done since he was a kid.

He got up out of the car and walked toward the rec center. Robin had come through with the buying him a new coat, even though he told her she didn’t have to. It was nicer than his old tan overcoat. It was blue and woolen and lined with something soft and fluffy. He put it on and was instantly warm. He paired it with navy blue leather gloves and matching newsboy cap.

Steve wore his sneakers because he wanted to be able to slip his shoes off and on easily to put on his skates.

When he got to the rental line, he looked around and saw that everyone else had beaten him there. Sitting in his car with a sense of existential dread probably contributed to that. He got to the front of the line and gave him his shoe size.

“Figure or hockey?” the bored teenager asked dryly.

“Hockey.”

The kid turned around and grabbed the right size off the shelf and handed it to him, calling over his shoulder, “NEXT!”

Steve gulped and walked over to the seats and slipped off his shoes. Eddie spotted him and skidded to a stop in front of the wall.

“There you are, Stevie!” he greeted brightly. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to make it!”

Steve blushed as he strapped on his skates. He laced them as tight as he could and went to stand up. But he barely moved one half step forward and he was falling back onto the bench with a thud.

“Whoa!” Eddie said and trotted up to Steve doing the strange little chicken walk one does when they have skates on something other than ice.

He knelt in front of Steve felt the boot of his skate. “They’re the right size, but they’re aren’t keeping your ankles straight.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m wearing the right skates.”

Eddie tilted his head to the side and looked at him curiously. “Right skates?”

“Hockey skates.”

But when that didn’t seem to clear up Eddie confusion he said with a eye roll, “You know, the boy skates.”

“I didn’t know skates were gendered,” Eddie said in confusion. “Girls play hockey and there are shit ton of famous male figure skaters. Got several divisions of ‘em at the Olympics and everything. Who told you hockey skates were for boys and figure skates were for girls?”

Steve looked down at the ground mumbled something.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Eddie apologized.

Steve looked up, his bottom lip quivering. “My dad.”

Eddie’s heart sank to his stomach as Steve went to explain that one and only time he’d been to a skating rink was when he was ten and he had innocently asked the attendant which type of skate would be easier for him and was handed a pair of figure skates.

He had excitedly ran out on to the ice, wobbling and happy. Until his dad spotted the skates on his feet.

It was the one and only time his dad had full on hit him. Called him all sorts of names that Steve didn’t want to repeat in polite company before dragging him off the ice and demanding their money back. Like how dare they give his boy girly skates!

Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek in his hand. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, sweetheart. But let’s get you the proper skates and we’ll get you out onto the ice, okay?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie pulled the hockey skates off of Steve’s feet and took them back to the rental attendant. Within minutes Steve was wearing the tan figure skates on his feet and Eddie was gently, gingerly leading him out onto the ice.

“It’s scary,” Steve whined, his eyes squeezed shut, when they were only two steps from the wall.

“Reach out with your hand,” Eddie said, “and you’ll be able to touch the wall.”

Steve swatted the air blindly until it landed on something solid. He hesitantly opened one eye and saw that he had accidentally landed on Eddie’s shoulder. The man who was smiling at him fondly.

“Oops!”

Eddie laughed. “You’re fine. I’ll be your guide wall if you need me to be.”

Steve looked up at him in awe. “You’re really great, you know that, Eddie?”

Eddie’s already pink cheeks burned bright red. “I think you’re pretty great, too, Stevie.”

Robin and Max came streaking toward them and Steve raised his hands for impact.

An impact that never came. Steve cautiously opened his eyes to see Eddie dusting himself off of ice shavings. Ice shavings from Robin and Max’s perfect stop.

“Don’t torment the newbie,” Eddie was admonishing them. “Steve’s never been ice skating before.”

Max’s wide green eyes turned to him in shock. “But you live in Indiana,” she said, “how is it you’ve never gone skating!”

Steve just shrugged. “My parents aren’t summer people, we weren’t usually in Indiana during the winter.”

Which was only a half a lie. His mother wasn’t a snow bunny and when it was her turn to plan the Christmas vacation it was always somewhere warm and tropical.

“Rich people,” Max said, rolling her eyes.

“That must have been so nice,” Robin said with a smile. “I would love to go somewhere warm for the winter. Just once.”

She sidled up to Steve’s other side and took his arm. “All right, the way you want to do this, is first bend your knees a little and keep your upper body inline with your knees at about hip width apart.”

Steve followed her instruction and almost immediate could feel the difference in stability.

Robin and Eddie continued their instruction and soon Steve was fairly steady on the ice. Eddie came up to them and gently took Steve’s elbow from her.

“Go show off,” Eddie said with a grin. “I know you wanna.”

Steve looked up at her and tilted his head at her. “Do you know how to do tricks and stuff?”

“I’ve been skating since I was old enough to walk,” she muttered. “I’m okay.”

She started to skate off, but Eddie called her back. “Wait, I have an even better idea.” He looked around and spotted Max.

“Hey Mad Max!” he called out. “Come keep an eye on Steve for a moment.”

She was about to tell them to fuck off when she realized what was about to happen. “Oh hell yeah.”

She raced over to Steve and carefully lead him over to the side wall. “Stay there. You’re gonna want a front row seat for this.”

Then Max put her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle. “Oi, dipshits! Get your asses off the ice! Eddie and Robin are going to show off!”

Suddenly Steve was mobbed by everyone else as they all lined the wall.

Dustin grinned from ear to ear. “You’re going to really love this, Steve. Eddie and Robin are soooo cool.”

Steve just nodded as Robin and Eddie got into position on the center of the ice.

“You sure you can keep up, Eddie?” Robin teased, elbowing Eddie in the ribs.

“Bitch I’ve got moves,” he replied with a grin.

They started off together, arms out and in perfect sync.

That was when Steve noticed for the first time that Eddie was wearing figure skates too. He knew that figure skates were good for beginners but watching Eddie and Robin glide on the ice, he knew that’s not why Eddie wore them.

“Double Axel,” Robin muttered, “in three, two, one!”

They both jumped into the air and spun twice, landing without so much as wobble.

“Lutz, double Lutz, Axel,” Eddie murmured back.

Jump, double jump, and turn.

“All right,” Robin said, grinning from ear to ear, “I think we’ve sufficiently warmed up. Let’s do this, pretty boy!”

They went through a whole routine and everyone was clapping and cheering them on.

“It’s a pity they’re both gay,” Dustin said with a sigh. “Otherwise they would be perfect for each other.”

“That’s homophobic,” Max hissed. “Like, seriously shut up!”

“I am not!” He put his hands on his hips and huffed. “I’m just saying it would be cool if they were a pair off the ice as well as on it!”

Steve bumped shoulders with Dustin. “Plus it’s not nice to out people like that. Everyone should get a chance to tell people when they’re ready.”

Dustin scoffed. “Dude, I’ve seen you flirt with Eddie. You’re gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.”

Steve pushed his shoulder. “Bisexual, thank you. Shit, kid. You don’t get to decide people’s sexuality for them.”

“Shhhh!” Mike hissed. “Just watch them.” He rolled his eyes.

Then they were done and everyone skated over to them.

“You guys were amazing,” Steve said a little breathlessly.

Eddie grinned at him.

They went to go take off their skates as the zamboni started to make its way on to the ice. Max at the helm with Robin riding along. They all piled through the same the opening, Eddie and Steve pulling up the rear.

Steve looked over his should at them. “I didn’t think they let teenagers run the zamboni.”

“Max knows her way round a rink and a zamboni better than most people,” Eddie said with a smile. “Her mom has worked at the rink every winter since she was twelve when they moved here from California.”

Steve looked back at Eddie. “That’s a long way to move.”

Eddie just shrugged. “Susan is from here and got tired of the constant sun.”

Then suddenly Eddie was grabbing him and hauling him up on to the rinkboard.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie cried. “That’s cutting it awfully close, Maxine!”

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Max hissed hitting the kill switch. “Sorry, Steve! The damn wheel got stuck. Are you okay?”

Steve looked up at Eddie who still had a hold of him. “Yeah, yeah I am. Thanks to Eddie’s quick thinking.”

“I’ve got ya, darlin’,” Eddie replied softly.

~

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[viking-raider]

Two Hearts - Cotton Candy Goodness

Summary-> It's a special Valentine's Day for you and Henry.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count-> 1.4k

Warnings-> G: Fluff, Language, just two nerds in love

Inspiration-> V-Day!

Author’s Note-> It's stupid late!

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“Perfect!”

Henry smiled as he sprinkled a few more white rose petals amongst the red that dusted the grass of the backyard of the Dorking mini-mansion he shared with you and Kal.

“Kal, quit trying to eat them!” He scolded the Bear. “You have to leave some for the surprise.” He sighed, brushing a hand through his curls and looking at all the work he put in with the trail of red and white petals, outlined with twinkling LED tealights, that led from the open back doors of the house into a heart shape underneath the gazebo, where you usually relaxed during the cool or warm, English days to grill, practice lines or Henry keep his sword skills sharp.

However, the sound of an engine coming up the driveway startled Henry back into action, a nervous panic filling his stomach as he dashed back into the house. Hiding the leftover petals, he took a deep breath, settling himself, before greeting you in the foyer as you came through the door.

“Hey, babe.” He beamed, taking your purse and coat. “How was your spa appointment?” He asked, putting them away, antsy and hoping you didn't suspect anything.

“It was positively lovely!” You answered, toeing your shoes off. “The full body, exfoliating massage with hot stones was pure bliss, and we may need to invest in getting our own vitality pool.” You smiled up at him, your whole body still feeling tingly, limp noodle, in all the right ways and places.

“I'm glad I booked you the correct treatment, then.” Henry purred, hooking an arm around your waist to pull you into a sweet kiss. “But, I have one more surprise for you.” He confessed against your lips.

“Really?” You frowned up at him. “I haven't given you any of yours yet.” You commented, hugging your arms around his waist.

“What could you possibly give me that I don't already have and need?” He asked, blue eyes soft and soulful.

“Oh, there's many things to come in our future, Henry Cavill.” You giggled, pushing up on your toes to kiss his stubbly jaw, then broke free from him, scurrying away upstairs to your office, a sacred place Henry never tread unless you were there.

Making it the perfect hiding spot for anything you wanted to keep Henry's paws off of.

Plucking up a cute Valentine's day gift bag, you returned downstairs to find your boyfriend patiently waiting for you. “Happy Valentine's Day, Puppy.” You smiled, handing it over with a giddy excitement.

“Thank you, Dove.” He winked, crossing the foyer for the den, plopping down into his gaming chair and removing the red tissue paper. “Holy!” He gasped, eyes flaring as his blue orbs were greeted with the bag's contents. “Babe!” He snapped, pulling out the latest GeForce RTX graphics card. “I've been trying to get this for weeks, but it's been sold out!” He looked up at you, mouth hanging open.

“How?”

“I sold what was left of my soul.” You chuckled, grinning, having listened to Henry's laments every time he checked for the card to be in stock. “I had my dad watch the site virtually around the clock, with my bank info, and the instructions to buy it the moment it came into stock.” You bit your lip and looked so guilty. “I confess, the card has been in the house for like two weeks.”

“You've had the holy grail of graphics cards in the house for two weeks?” Henry whispered, stunned. “I've been sleeping in the same space as it.” He grunted, shaking his head, gently setting it on his computer desk. “I'm canceling your gifts.”

You laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. “No, you're not! There's one more.”

“I'll think about it.” He replied, narrowing his eyes as he dived a hand back into the bag, feeling around, until he caught the edge of an envelope. “What's this?” He frowned, opening the flap to discover a single swath of fabric.

“You know, how we started your family tree, and you wanted to know more about your Scottish side?” You reminded him. “To get; in touch with your Highlander side.” You quoted him.

“Yeah.” He nodded, rubbing his thumb over the soft stitching.

“Well, I've been fiddling around with it, and I found the Tartan for that side of your family tree.” You explained, pressing your lips together. “There's this company I found online that replicates it. I just had them do the pocket square, cause I wasn't sure how into it you'd be, for something more full blown, like a whole kilt or--”

Henry stood up and practically crushed you against his body, leaving just enough room to breathe. “Thank you.” He whispered into your hair, nuzzling your strands softly. “It means a lot more than the graphics card.”

You smiled and snuggled against him, inhaling his scent and warmth. “I'm glad.”

The two of you stayed in your embrace for a long moment, enjoying the quiet closeness. Until Henry spotted Kal charging in, petals in his mouth.

“Fuck.” He hissed under his breath.

“What's wrong?” You frowned, shifting in his arms.

“Nothing, nothing's wrong, my love.” He grinned, turning slightly so you didn't see Kal. “But, it is my turn to give you your last gift.” He cooed, removing a red blindfold he had tucked in his back pocket.

“Oh, I didn't know it was kinky Sunday.” You teased, allowing Henry to blindfold you.

Henry chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of your nose, resting his hands on your shoulder and helping you turn around. Disoriented as you were, you trusted Henry to guide you wherever he was taking you. Back through the foyer and to the back patio, where the start of his rose petal trail began, thankfully still intact. Despite Kal's seeming intent to eat them like the strange goat that he was. He stepped around you, taking your hands to help you down the single step out of the house and navigate the patio furniture.

“Where are we going, Strider? Mordor?” You quipped, the scent and feeling of freshly mowed grass and the cool, fresh air greeting your nose, telling you where you were.

“It's closed this time of year, little Hobbit.” Henry chuckled back at you, bringing you to a stop under the gazebo and the center of the rose petal heart. “I thought we'd visit Rivendell instead.” He cooed, removing the blindfold.

Blinking a few times, you looked about you and admired the gazebo. Everything that normally adorned it cleared away, so it could be decorated with the rose petals and twinkling fairy lights. The four corner supports of the structure had photos of you and Henry throughout your relationship adorning them. To which Henry had made a sweet note on each.

“You went all out, while I was at the Spa.” You said, looking up at him, a wave of suspicious nerves hitting you.

“It was a double motive.” Henry smirked with boyish guilt.

“So, what was the other part of your motive?” You asked, a slight squeak in your voice.

Henry took your hands in his, massaging his thumbs over your knuckles, while trying to build the courage and words to speak what he was feeling. He took a deep breath, nervously kissing one of your hands, with a soft chuckle.

“I love you.” He blurted out, meeting your eyes. “I didn't think I could love anyone as much as I love you. When we're not together, even if it's a different room, I miss you, and I feel like I'm missing a part of myself. Then, when we are together,” He drew in a breath and sighed softly, the ghost of a fond smile on his lips. “I could care less about anything else.” He confessed to you, releasing one of your hands to access his front pocket, kneeling on one knee at the same time.

“Oh, cheese and crackers.” You sighed, eyes wide.

“Or maybe, Cavill and Cavill, if you say yes?” Henry replied, holding out one of the most beautiful rings you'd ever seen in your life. “To marry me?” He cocked a hopeful brow.

“Yeah.” You nodded, stunned, excitement building in you like carbonation. “Yes!” You giggled, bouncing on your toes. “God, Henry, YES!”

A beaming smile lit up Henry's face as he stood back up, taking a moment to get the ring on your finger, his hands shaking so bad. “Now, you can eat them, Kal!” He shouted towards the house, making you laugh, before he pulled you into a breathless kiss.

[yuna542]

[1.]

~About Kooks and Pogues~

Pairing: JJ Maybank × Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Alcohol, Mentions of Drugs, That’s it!

Taglist: Open

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year after a family tragedy and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Lies, dark secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Notes: That’s a series I’m working on and off for like three years now. I hope you’ll enjoy it

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Ain't shady baby, I'm hot

Like the prodigal son

Pick a petal, eenie meenie minie mo, and flower

You're the chosen one

The music was loud, the sound of the sea was pleasant and the sun warmed the faces of the young people who were on the large beach of the Outer Banks. One of the typical beach parties was held there this Wednesday. The vacations had begun and so the beach was full of Teenagers, tired of sitting still all day in a grey classroom, eager to have fun and forget about homework, exams and pressure on choosing the right College.

You didn't understand the Outer Banks if you didn't know the structure, as there were distinct differences not only among the Outer Banks youth. While some needed three jobs to survive, others owned three houses.

The Pogues, as a group of young people called themselves, had organized the ongoing party and quickly the beach had been filled by young people of all background’s. With the warm weather, most of the Teen’s were magically drawn to the sea and on the small island there were not that much other options to party and spend the night.

"Stop it!" exclaimed Pope, as a cloud of herbal smoke was blown in his face by his buddy. Pope was the most intelligent of the group and sometimes really strange. But that didn't bother his friends. Quite the opposite.

The blond who was now laughing and taking another drag on the joint was JJ. He was an excellent surfer and the troublemaker in the group. In fact he got very often into trouble and loved to provoke. But his friends always helped him out of it. Literally out of anything.

John B toasted the girl sitting next to him in the sand. He was the free spirit and adventurer of the group. He always came up with new ideas on how they could pass the time, even if they were not always so legal.

The girl with the dark curls and sun-kissed skin was Kiara. She was the only one who did not come from a poor background, and even belonged to the richer families. Still, she much preferred hanging out with the Pogues and didn't care much about possessions and wealth. Instead, she was a do-gooder who preferred saving turtles over going shopping. She loved to smoke a joint on the large glazed patio of the Chateau, that has a view of the backyard and the marsh with the guys, instead of talking about the newest season of the new reality show with her girlfriends.

The four of them laughed and teased each other as they drank beer and gradually more and more people came to the beach to party.

"Guys, I swear it will be incredible! We should really go out and surf on the other side“, JJ started the same topic as the day before all over again. His eyes were filled with energy and he couldn’t sit still.

"No, that's way too dangerous. The storms there are unpredictable and in the end no one will find us if we get in trouble," Kiara fended off and Pope immediately agreed with her.

"That's the thrill of it, isn't it? Dude the waves are going to be huge for sure! John B, you're up for it, aren't you? Don’t let me down, Bro!“

It sounded more like a statement than a question. Waiting, he looked at his best friend, who took off his cap, then put it back on, a gentle smile on his lips. The freckles on his cheeks glowing.

"Well, I’m in. Sounds like fun."

"Nice!" escaped JJ, while Kiara just shook her head in annoyance. Then Pope suddenly raised his eyes and seemed to spot something at the edge of the dune. As JJ and Kiara continued to argue, John B also noticed what he was looking at.

"Guys, the Kooks!" he muttered, clearly annoyed.

"That's exactly what we needed..." sighed Kiara sarcastically, and JJ stood up, beer in hand, to get a better look. Already tense and ready to throw himself in a fight. John stood next to him while Pope and Kiara remained seated. Both were already dreading another confrontation between JJ and the hated rich Kooks.

"That's Topper and Sarah," John B stated, to which Kiara just raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"Someone else is coming," Pope remarked, and sure enough:

Behind Sarah Cameron, the current Kook princess and her boyfriend, two more people appeared.

"That's Rafe, but who the hell is that girl?" now asked Kiara, stretching her neck curiously.

"I don't know, but she's hot," JJ muttered, staring with John B in the direction where the Kooks were now walking across the beach.

"Hot as hell," John B added overwhelmed, continuing to watch the girl.

She had raven black hair that fell in many small curls over her shoulders, shimmering like wet ink in the sun. Her skin was tanned and possessed a bronze glow. She was not particularly tall, but slender and of athletic build, so even Pope looked curiously in her direction.

JJ's gaze was still wandering over her body when she had already turned to face them.

"Isn't that Skylar?" gasped Kiara, who was now staring in disbelief.

"Sky Diaz?" asked John B, elbowing JJ in the side as the Kooks moved closer to get him to stop staring. Topper had an arm around Sarah while the new girl chatted boisterously with Rafe. Her unusual appearance made her stand out from the blonde Kooks, and her style of dress was also quite different.

She wore a plaid pleated skirt that reached halfway down her thighs and loose white top, barely covering her belly and slim waist, with her black bikini top peeking through. She looked like she had been pulled straight out of an 80's rock and roll movie. JJ instantly was reminded of those musical-films Kiara forced them to watch, in which all of the guys had ridiculous hairstyles but the women always looked mysteriously beautiful.

"Is that really her? Diaz moved to Nassau over one year ago, didn't she?" pondered Pope aloud.

"Maybe she's vacationing here?" speculated John B.

Kiara shook her head.

"No, not after everything that happened. You don't take a vacation on Kildare after an incident like that. She must be living here again."

Now the Kooks were within range and looking around. Rafe gave the Pogues a disparaging look and Topper also stared warningly at JJ. Up close, it was now clear that Skylar Diaz was indeed standing in front of them. The amber eyes and full red lips were unmistakable. Even though she had changed considerably and her figure had become more feminine.

Even back then Sky had been pretty, but now they could see she had grown into a unbelievable beautiful young woman. JJ always hated the fact that she had everything. She was rich, adored and freaking beautiful. It wasn’t fair.

"Looks like you're going to have to give up your throne again, Cameron!" now JJ called out to Sarah, who just rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"The same rats as before," Rafe remarked, pointing at the Pogues as if they were animals behind a glass in the zoo.

Sky smirked mildly and regarded the Pogues briefly. Her gaze lingered a second longer on the cheeky blond, and it was then that she recognized him.

"What are you doing back here?" now asked Kie coolly, who had now also stood up. Back then Sarah, Sky and she had been best friends. But then she had moved away after the incident and the friendship between Sarah and Kie broke like thin glass.

"I'm living here again. My stepfather found new work on Kildare," she explained tersely, trying to ignore JJ's piercing gaze.

However, he put on an uninterested expression. Yea she was fuming hot and seemed to be even more confident and charming, but after all, she was still a stupid Kook. Her family was even richer than the Camerons and she was even more arrogant than all the rest thrown together, so she had been the leader of the Kooks back then and JJ's personal nemesis. The hatred between the Pogues and the Kooks had been current before, too. All Kooks thought the Pogues were filthy scum and the Pogues had the same opinion of the rich Kooks.

She tossed her hair back and turned around without saying another word to them. As if they weren't worthy of her attention. Then she walked over to the rest of the Kooks and was greeted with delight.

The evening took its course and there was drinking, laughing and dancing. Music blared from several speakers brought in by a couple of Kooks.

The sun beat down mercilessly on the sand, so that it was still warm even when it had long since sunk into the sea like a long lost wreck.

The Pogues were chatting animatedly with others from the Cut and JJ was drinking with a couple of tourists. A typical evening, as it had been so many times before, but the arrival of the Kook Princess, the royalty of Kildare, soon stirred up more than just a lot of sand, and JJ had a feeling that this summer was not going to be as ordinary as they had originally thought.

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CHAPTER 2: mr. panties stealer - enhypen! heesung

PAIRING: broke! rookie panty stealer! heesung x reader, senior panty stealer! jake x reader

SYNOPSIS: When Heesung discovers his roommate Beomgyu's bizarre side hustle-stealing panties for cash in a campus-wide competition-he's appalled. But after hearing about the insane prize money, his moral compass wavers.

Overwhelmed by deadlines and broke from juggling classes and a café job, Heesung finally snaps. Armed with Beomgyu's tips and a growing desperation, Heesung sets out to grab the bag-and maybe a shred of dignity along the way.

chapter includes: profanities, beomgyu and jake being an asshole and a creep, heesung's love for noodles, boys thinks they are smart but reader is smarter, heesung is a softie, "boys will be boys".

chapter 1 - chapter 3

Heesung woke up to the combination of Beomgyu's loud scream and his entire body being shaken like a ragdoll.

"Fuck off!" Heesung groaned, instinctively kicking Beomgyu, who tumbled off the bed with an exaggerated yelp. Heesung buried his face under a pillow, hoping for peace.

"Dude, you need to wake up! It's registration day!" Beomgyu yelled from the floor, climbing back up and shaking Heesung's shoulder.

"Don't care," Heesung grumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. "Let me die in peace."

"Come on, man! Get up! I'm gonna teach you some ways to make bank!" Beomgyu's voice hit a pitch so high that Heesung finally sat up, squinting at him.

Business plans, endless research, and shifts at the café had worn him down. All he wanted was sleep—or maybe a massage that didn't cost an arm and a leg.

"Get up!" Beomgyu practically dragged Heesung out of bed, pulling him by the arm with a strength that shouldn't exist in someone so lean. Heesung, too tired to resist, stumbled along behind him until they reached the bathroom.

"You need to get ready. There's only limited slots," Beomgyu said, practically vibrating with excitement.

Heesung growled something unintelligible and slammed the bathroom door shut. He sat under the shower, staring blankly at the tiles while the water dripped over his head. He debated just going back to bed, but Beomgyu's yelling outside the door made that impossible.

Ten minutes later, Heesung emerged looking dead inside, wearing jeans and a wrinkled sweater he'd found on the floor.

Beomgyu clapped his hands. "Let's go! We gotta catch the bus!"

Too exhausted to argue, Heesung followed. Beomgyu talked nonstop during the ride, but Heesung tuned him out, nodding occasionally to make it seem like he was listening.

When they arrived at their destination—a nondescript building—Heesung's curiosity piqued slightly. But it wasn't until they reached the designated floor that his eyes truly widened.

There was a long line of men, all chatting excitedly, some looking oddly determined. It felt like an unspoken energy of competition lingered in the air.

"Yo, Beomgyu!" A guy with glasses and a buzzcut called out, waving them over. Heesung immediately recognized him—Hyunjin, one of the 00 Liners notorious for hosting wild campus parties.

"Hyunjin! Nice buzzcut, man," Beomgyu greeted, holding out a fist for a bump.

Hyunjin grinned and bumped fists. "Thanks, bro." Hyunjin eyes looked at him. "And you are?"

Beomgyu threw an arm around Heesung's shoulders, pulling him closer. "This is Heesung. I recruited him. He's my rookie!"

"Rookie, huh?" Hyunjin grinned, extending his hand toward Heesung. "I'm Hyunjin, one of the organizers of the game. Welcome to the chaos."

Heesung shook his hand reluctantly, already regretting this.

"So, two weeks from now is the 28th, huh? I'm guessing things are going to get tougher this time?" Hyunjin smirked. "The stakes are higher, and everyone's upping their strategies. Hope you're ready for a challenge."

Beomgyu groaned dramatically. "Pfft, don't listen to him. I'm gonna teach you the ropes. I work smarter, not harder. That's why I ranked so high last month."

"May the odds be in your favor," Hyunjin said with a mock bow, quoting The Hunger Games before turning to greet someone else.

Beomgyu tugged Heesung's arm. "Come on, I'll show you my Upper Ranking from last month. We need to secure our slot."

Heesung sighed but followed him, sidestepping the long line of participants before entering a small, plain room. Inside, he noticed a wooden table, a single chair, and a few guys hunched over laptops, typing furiously.

"All this effort... for a panty competition?" Heesung muttered under his breath, struggling to comprehend what he'd gotten himself into.

His gaze wandered to a cabinet in the corner with rows of labeled drawers, each one featuring a girl's name on a neatly printed sticker.

"What the hell is this?" Heesung asked, frowning.

"That," Beomgyu said, suddenly popping up behind him, "is the owner database. We don't just steal panties at random, rookie. This game is about finesse. We investigate the owner first—get to know their routines, habits, and laundry schedules. It's all about strategy."

Heesung stared at him, mouth slightly open. "You're stalking them?"

"Whoa, whoa. Not stalking. Researching. Big difference," Beomgyu said, wagging a finger like a scolding teacher.

"Right..." Heesung muttered, his gaze drifting back to the cabinet. His eyes locked on a familiar name stuck to one of the drawers.

"Come on," Beomgyu said, yanking his sleeve. "I already registered our names. Pay for registration fee. Let me show you my ways." He winked before dragging Heesung out of the room.

"You know, as a seasoned three-month veteran," Beomgyu started dramatically, gesturing as if he were delivering a TED Talk, "my advice? Be mindful. Don't trust anybody in this game. Not even me! Keep your guard up, because once the game begins..."

He paused for effect, his voice dropping. "It's like a bloodbath."

Heesung blinked at him, unimpressed. "A bloodbath? Dude, we're talking about stealing panties, not battling for some shit."

"Same energy," Beomgyu shot back, pointing at him.

As they walked, Beomgyu continued his overly enthusiastic tutorial. "There are terms and conditions you'll get three days before the event, so I won't bother explaining all that. But let me tell you why guys love targeting the laundry shop. Used panties—those are worth extra points."

Heesung nearly tripped over his own feet. "Used panties? Extra points?!"

"Yup," Beomgyu said, nodding solemnly as if he were explaining a universal truth. "Not-used panties are worth 5 points each, but used panties? Those bad boys are worth 10 points. It's the gold standard of the competition."

"What the actual fuck?" Heesung scoffed, half-laughing and half-gagging. "They have a point system for this?!"

"Of course!" Beomgyu replied cheerfully. "You think we're just running around stealing random undies for no reason? There's strategy, my dude. Artistry."

Heesung stared at him in disbelief, torn between laughing hysterically and calling security at his own. "This is the dumbest—and creepiest—thing I've ever heard."

Beomgyu shrugged, unfazed. "Welcome to the game, rookie."

They ended up at the entrance of the girls' dormitory. Heesung's jaw practically hit the floor as he watched Beomgyu smirking, casually typing on his phone like this was his second home.

"What are we doing here?" Heesung whispered harshly, glancing around nervously.

"Relax, rookie," Beomgyu said, pocketing his phone as they walked down the hallway. "You're about to witness the master's strategy."

Heesung barely had time to respond before Beomgyu stopped in front of door 708 and knocked softly.

The door opened, revealing a girl with long, shiny hair and a pout that could probably get her whatever she wanted.

"Karina! How are you, sweetie?" Beomgyu cooed, opening his arms.

Karina's face lit up, and she threw herself into his embrace, hugging him tightly. "Beomgyu! My panties are missing again!"

Heesung froze mid-step, his brain stuttering to process the scene in front of him. Beomgyu hugged her back, his hand gently patting her shoulder, even leaning down to kiss the top of her head like some doting boyfriend.

"Oh no," Beomgyu said, his voice dripping with concern. "That's awful! I told you to use the laundry service with better security, didn't I?"

Karina buried her face further into his chest, her voice muffled as she cried, "I did! We all did! I told the other girls too, but they just keep disappearing! It's like they're targeting us!"

Beomgyu sighed, holding her a little tighter. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll help you figure it out, okay? We'll get to the bottom of this."

Karina sniffled, nodding against his chest. "You're always so helpful, Beomgyu..."

He shot a quick wink over her shoulder at Heesung, whose mouth was still hanging open.

Heesung finally snapped out of his daze, glaring at him. This was the strategy he was talking about?

"Oh, who's this, baby?" Karina asked, pulling away from Beomgyu and pointing at Heesung.

"This is Heesung, my roommate I told you about," Beomgyu said smoothly. "We were supposed to go to the grocery store, but then I thought of you since your dorm is so close by."

Karina pouted, leaning her head back against Beomgyu's chest. "Beomgyu, you're so sweet! I definitely needed some comfort right now."

Heesung cringed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he avoided making eye contact.

"Come in! I'm actually making nachos!" Karina said cheerfully, waving them toward the door.

Beomgyu and Heesung exchanged a quick glance. Beomgyu grinned and raised his eyebrows, wiggling them playfully before stepping inside.

"Observe the surroundings," Beomgyu whispered to Heesung as they followed Karina in. "Look for spots where you could enter later."

Heesung's stomach churned, guilt bubbling to the surface. He hesitated near the doorway but reluctantly stepped in.

Karina's dorm room was cozy, adorned with fairy lights and pastel-colored decor. The smell of melted cheese and spices filled the air as she headed toward a small kitchen counter.

"Make yourselves comfortable," Karina said, grabbing a plate of half-assembled nachos. "I'll grab some drinks. Beomgyu, you want soda, right?"

"Yeah, thanks, sweetie," Beomgyu replied, sitting on the couch and gesturing for Heesung to join him.

Heesung plopped down stiffly, his eyes darting around the room. He couldn't help but notice the small basket of laundry in the corner, a few bright fabrics peeking out.

"Don't stare too hard, rookie," Beomgyu muttered under his breath, nudging him with his elbow.

"I feel like a criminal," Heesung whispered back.

"You are a criminal now," Beomgyu said with a smirk, leaning back casually. "Relax. This is part of the game."

Before Heesung could respond, Karina returned, balancing a tray with drinks and a bowl of salsa. She set it on the coffee table and sat down beside Beomgyu, curling up against him.

"Beomgyu, you're so comforting to have around," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

Heesung shifted his gaze away from the nauseatingly cozy sight of Karina snuggling against Beomgyu and focused on a picture frame sitting on a nearby table. The photo was of Karina and another girl, both smiling brightly.

"Where's your roommate, babe? Haven't seen her around lately," Beomgyu asked casually,

"Oh, she's probably at her man's dorm," Karina said, popping a nacho into her mouth. "I'm here, though, planning some strategy to catch those perverts stealing our panties!"

Heesung stiffened, gripping the soda can in his hand tighter as his eyes flicked toward Beomgyu.

Beomgyu's smirk widened slightly, his voice dropping into an amused tone. "Really? What's the plan, babe?"

Karina leaned forward eagerly, her face lighting up. "Okay, so, I was thinking we could set up decoy panties—like, really cute ones—and then install hidden cameras in like every room. When they try to steal them, BAM! We'll have proof!"

Heesung's heart skipped a beat, his eyes darting to Beomgyu, who remained alarmingly calm.

"Wow, babe, that's genius," Beomgyu said smoothly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're so smart. I bet those perverts won't stand a chance."

Karina beamed, leaning closer to him. "Right? And once we catch them, we'll turn the footage over to the dorm committee! Those losers will never show their faces again."

Heesung gulped, his stomach twisting into knots as Karina cheerfully detailed her plan. Beomgyu, however, seemed completely unbothered, even chuckling softly.

Before Karina could respond, a voice called from the door. "Karina, I bought some ramen from the store."

All three of them turned sharply, eyes wide as you entered the room, holding a plastic bag.

Heesung gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he stared at you.

You were stunning. The red tank top clung perfectly to your frame, paired with a black leather jacket and denim shorts that showed off long, toned legs. Your hair was tied into a messy bun, and his eyes couldn't help but trail down to the love bites scattered along your neck, disappearing beneath the curve of your collarbone.

Pretty.

"Oh! You're back early," Karina said brightly, hopping up to grab the bag from you. "I thought you were staying over at your boyfriend's dorm?"

Heesung glanced at you, feeling an unfamiliar twinge of jealousy bubbling in his chest.

"Fuck buddy," you corrected casually, striding further into the room. Behind you, a tall man followed, closing the door behind him with a loud click.

"Ouch, babe," the man said, clutching his chest dramatically, his thick accent making the words sound even more exaggerated.

Beomgyu's jaw dropped, his eyes going wide. "Jake?!" he shouted, springing to his feet and pointing directly at the man.

Jake froze mid-step, his expression just as shocked. "Beomgyu?!" he yelled back, pointing at him with equal intensity.

"Man!" They both broke into grins, walking toward each other and exchanging a loud fist bump, jumping around, laughing too loud. 

"You guys know each other?" you asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow as you watched them.

Your movement drew Heesung's attention again, and he immediately felt his face heat up. Worse, he became painfully aware of the uncomfortable twitch in his pants. 

"Yeah," Jake said, throwing an arm around Beomgyu's shoulder. "We kinda run in the same circle." He winked at Beomgyu, who immediately winked back, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

Heesung squinted, noticing the subtle exchange. It didn't take much to figure out what they were implying—they had the same strategy.

"This is Heesung, by the way," Karina chirped, pointing toward him. "Beomgyu's roommate. Heesung, that's Y/N!"

Heesung smiled nervously, lifting a hand in a half-wave. "Uh, hey."

You nodded, your piercing gaze briefly locking with his before walking over to join the group. Your confident stride only made him shift his weight more awkwardly, trying to appear calm.

"I was just talking to them about our strategy to catch those perverts," Karina said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Both Jake and Beomgyu froze for a split second before exchanging quick glances. Beomgyu recovered first, plastering an easy smile across his face.

"Oh yeah? What's the plan, Karina?" you asked, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter.

Karina lit up, clapping her hands. "Finally, you're interested! You just need some fucking to get motivated!"

Jake coughed to cover a laugh, while Beomgyu smirked at the comment. Heesung, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to sink into the floor.

Karina launched into her explanation, detailing her idea about decoy panties and hidden cameras with unrelenting enthusiasm. Jake leaned casually against the wall, nodding along as if it were the most genius idea ever. Heesung, however, caught him subtly nudging Beomgyu with his elbow every so often, as if silently communicating.

Heesung barely processed Karina's words. His mind was spinning with the implications of what he'd just witnessed—Jake and Beomgyu, both participants in the panty-stealing competition, both employing their own "strategies," and now standing in the same room with the very girls they were stealing from.

Guilt gnawed at him. Anxiety weighed heavy on his chest. He shifted his gaze to you again, your uninterested sharp eyes and smirk only making him more uneasy. He couldn't help but wonder: Did you know?

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You don't trust Jake. Hell, you don't trust that Beomgyu guy either.

Heading to the kitchen, you grab a pot and place it on the stove, filling it with water before turning on the heat.

From the corner of your eye, you see Beomgyu's hand resting on Karina's waist as they laugh at something Jake said. His jokes are lame—he's always been like that—but Karina giggles anyway, leaning into Beomgyu.

Then there's this Heesung guy. He's just nodding along, smiling awkwardly.

Your foot starts tapping against the tiled floor, the rhythm matching the growing tension in your chest. You glance back at the water, watching it begin to steam, but your thoughts are elsewhere.

You want to trust Jake. You've known him since high school, and while he's been a flirt and a bit of a show-off, this? A panty-stealing competition? It feels... beneath him. Or at least you hope it is. If he's really involved, you'll be beyond disappointed.

Karina called your name, making you snap out of your thoughts. You turn to see her looking at you from the couch. "You okay, girl? Need some help?"

You force a smile, shaking your head. "Nah, it's just ramen!" you call back, waving her off.

But even as you stir the pot, your eyes keep drifting to the boys. Something about them feels off. Jake is too relaxed, his laughter too easy. Beomgyu seems confident, maybe a little too confident, and Heesung—well, Heesung is okay. He's quiet, reserved, but you can't tell if it's because he's shy or because he's hiding something.

You tell yourself you're just being cautious, that it's not bad to keep your guard up. After all, with everything happening lately, who could blame you?

What even is this competition? What do they do with the panties they steal? And how the hell do they know how to pick locks so easily?

You shake your head, frustration bubbling inside you. Overthinking is only pissing you off more, but how can you not? 

Chaewon's tearful face flashes in your mind. She'd been terrified after spotting three men lurking near the dorm at 3 AM. When you reviewed the CCTV footage, it was blank. Not a single guy had been caught on camera.

They're smart. Smart enough to avoid the cameras, to know the blind spots, to stay ahead of every security measure you've tried.

"Need a hand?" a soft voice asks behind you, startling you out of your thoughts.

You spin around to see Heesung standing there, staring at you with those wide, innocent doe eyes.

"Uh... sure," you reply, a little flustered. He steps closer, standing beside you as both of you watch the water bubble in the pot.

"You put a lot of water," he points out, reaching for the pot handle. He carefully lifts it off the stove, tips a bit of the water into the sink, and sets it back down.

"I wanted more soup, though," you say, crossing your arms and giving him a look.

He flicks the seasoning packet with ease, tearing it open and pouring it into the pot. "The soup is enough," he says, stirring the broth with care. "If you add more water, it'll taste bland. Trust me."

You raise an eyebrow. "What are you, a ramen expert now?"

He lets out a soft laugh. "Hmm, maybe. You could say that."

As he stirs, you find yourself watching him closely. His eyes glimmer when he talks about something so simple, like making ramen, and it's oddly endearing.

"This brand changed the formulation of their seasoning," he says, holding up the packaging and studying it.

"Oh really?" you reply, quirking a brow. "It tastes the same to me."

His eyes widen slightly at your response, a mix of disbelief and disappointment. "The previous one was better. Still good now, but it had more flavor before."

He continues stirring the noodles, and the faint aroma wafts through the kitchen, making your stomach growl. You glance at the pot and can't help but think how perfectly he's making it. The broth looks rich, the noodles cooked just right.

"You want egg?" he asks, glancing at you.

You nod, watching as he grabs an egg and cracks it into a bowl. The way he whisks it with chopsticks is a little bit funny.

"Watch this," he says with a hint of excitement, pushing the noodles aside in the pot to pour the egg. "It's a cloud egg."

You suppress a laugh at his enthusiasm, but the way he looks at you—so eager to impress—makes your chest feel warm. What a cutie.

"You must really love ramen," you say, leaning against the counter.

He half-smiles, stirring the noodles slowly. "Yeah, ever since I was a kid. And, you know, my college life is broke as hell. Ramen's cheap, but it's comfort food for me."

The way he talks about it makes you smile. "You're really passionate about this, huh? That's so cute."

He glances at you, his ears turning slightly red as he focuses back on the stove.  "It's one of the few things I can make perfectly."

He turns off the stove and ladles the noodles and soup into a bowl, handing it to you. "Try it."

You take the bowl, the steam wafting into your face. Bringing it closer, you take a sip, the rich flavor hitting your tongue immediately.

"Wow," you murmur, slurping some noodles. "This is so good."

Heesung laughs softly, leaning back against the counter. His eyes linger on your face, drawn to the way your lips curl into a faint smile, the way the light catches the curve of your cheek. The longer he stares, the more beautiful you seem to him, as if he's noticing every little detail for the first time.

You glance at him over the rim of the bowl, catching his gaze. "Not bad for an expert," you tease, your grin playful.

"What's your major?" you ask, setting the bowl down for a moment.

"Business Management," he replies with a chuckle. "Expensive as hell. Feels like I'm working just to survive the tuition."

You nod thoughtfully, blowing on your soup before taking another sip. "What about you? Tuition? Course?" he asks, leaning slightly forward, genuinely curious.

"Psychology," you say casually, slurping some noodles. "But I'm a scholar, so tuition's covered."

Heesung freezes for a moment, staring at you as though you've just said something extraordinary. "Scholar?" he echoes, his voice quieter. "Full?"

"Full," you confirm, not thinking much of it as you focus on the soup, savoring the warmth.

Heesung's lips part slightly in awe, his head tilting as he studies you. "That's... amazing," he says softly, his tone filled with genuine admiration.

You glance up, noticing his expression. "What? It's not that big of a deal," you say with a shrug, brushing it off.

But to Heesung, it is a big deal. You're smart, hardworking, and effortlessly pretty—and the more he watches you, the more he feels a pang of jealousy. Not at you, but at the ease with which you seem to carry yourself, so far from his own struggles. He can't help but think about the shameful panty-stealing competition he's about to join just to make ends meet.

He watches you eat noodles, the way you enjoy something so simple with genuine contentment. He's lost in his thoughts when Jake suddenly appears behind you, his arms circling your waist.

"Baby, what took you so long?" Jake asks softly, kissing the top of your head.

Heesung stiffens, quickly straightening his posture. His stomach twists as Jake's dark eyes lock onto his for a split second, a silent challenge glinting in them.

Jake's hand moves to your hair, brushing it gently. "I missed you."

You laugh lightly, holding up the bowl toward him. "Heesung makes the best ramen. You should try it."

Jake's gaze flickers back to Heesung briefly, his jaw tightening before he focuses on you again. "I thought I made the best ramen," he pouts, clearly fishing for reassurance.

You raise an eyebrow at his random comment. "Try it, babe. You'll see," you insist.

Reluctantly, Jake takes the bowl from your hands and sips the soup. His expression remains neutral, though his eye twitches slightly when you glance back at Heesung.

"It's good," Jake mutters, but there's an edge to his voice.

"See? Told you." You grin, clearly unbothered by the awkward tension in the air.

Jake wraps his arm around you tighter, leaning in close. "I still think mine's better," he mumbles, loud enough for Heesung to hear.

You roll your eyes and grab the pot holder, picking up the remaining bowl. "Come on, let's offer this to the others," you say, making your way to the living room.

Jake lingers for a moment, his gaze fixed on Heesung, arms loosely crossed. The room feels heavier as Jake leans slightly closer, his voice low but sharp.

"I know you're in the competition," he says, his tone dripping with warning. "But don't even think about touching her panties, or we'll have a problem."

Heesung stiffens, caught off guard. He nods quickly, unsure how else to respond. "I—I wouldn't," he mumbles, his voice barely audible.

Jake smirks, the expression cold and smug. "Good. Let's keep it that way."

Heesung stays quiet, his stomach twisting. How dare Jake act so possessive while hiding his own motives? Heesung's chest burns with frustration, but he doesn't dare say anything.

The tension between them hangs thick, unspoken words lingering in the air, before Jake finally straightens up.

"Baby, you need help carrying that?" he calls out casually, his tone light and sweet, making Heesung almost rolled his eyes.

You glance over your shoulder, balancing the bowl in your hands. "I've got it!" you reply with a small smile.

Jake turns back to Heesung, his gaze piercing. "Remember what I said," he mutters, his voice just loud enough for Heesung to hear.

You place the bowl onto the table and settle beside Karina, while Jake and Heesung follow from the kitchen. The sofa is too small for everyone, so Jake gently tugs you to your feet. Before you can protest, he takes your spot and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist possessively.

Heesung shifts awkwardly, coughing softly as he stands nearby, the only one without a partner. His gaze flickers toward you as you sit on Jake's lap, cracking open a soda and taking a sip.

"So, guys," you begin casually, pointing at Karina and Beomgyu with your soda can. "How long have you two been dating?"

Karina's cheeks flush, and she lets out a shy giggle. "Oh, we're not really dating," she says, glancing at Beomgyu, who gives her a sheepish smile. "Just, you know... getting to know each other. Probably two months now?"

You roll your eyes playfully, sipping your soda. "That's sweet," you say, though your mind is elsewhere.

Think, think, think.

Your panties have been missing for six months straight—buckets of them. Most of them used. It's been eating at you, and now, sitting here with Jake, Heesung, Karina, and Beomgyu all together, you can't help but feel the pieces of the puzzle shifting into place.

You tap your fingertips lightly on the can, a rhythmic sound that seems to amplify your thoughts. Then, without warning, you turn to Karina.

"Karina, how many of your panties go missing every month?"

Karina pouts, tilting her head and staring at the ceiling, clearly thinking hard. "I don't know," she says finally. "They started disappearing, like... four months ago? At first, maybe five or six pairs. I bought a lot of new sets since I shower twice a day, but they're still gone so fast. If we're talking now? Probably twenty pairs, at least."

Your eyes flick to Beomgyu for just a moment, and you don't miss the way his expression tightens before he quickly masks it with a casual laugh.

"Twenty?" you echo, pretending to sound surprised, though your suspicions are growing.

Karina nods. "Yeah. Beomgyu even told me to just leave them at the laundry, said it'd be safer there. Isn't that what you said, Beomgyu? Because Sunoo's working there?"

All eyes turn to Beomgyu, and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, "Yeah, uh, sorry about that. I really thought the laundry would be safer since my friend Sunoo's working there. Their locks seemed good, you know?"

Heesung stiffens in his seat, his chopsticks pausing midair as he watches the exchange. He notices how your grip on the soda can tightens slightly, but your face betrays nothing.

You hum, biting your lip lightly as your brain pieces things together, but you make no move to show your conclusions. "Hmm, interesting," you say, your tone neutral.

Heesung swallows hard, his heart starting to race. He's not sure if it's the tension or just his nerves as a rookie in the game, but your questioning feels a little too sharp. You seem far too calm, far too observant, and it's making him uneasy.

"So, Sunoo works at the laundry?" you ask Beomgyu, your tone light but probing.

"Yeah," Beomgyu says quickly, nodding. "He's been there for months now. Great guy. Very reliable."

"Reliable?" you echo, tilting your head. "If he's so reliable, why do the panties keep going missing?"

Beomgyu stammers for a second, clearly caught off guard. "Well, uh, maybe the other staff? Or—I don't know—thieves who sneak in late at night?" 

Karina frowns, clearly thinking. "But aren't the cameras at the laundry supposed to catch anyone doing that?"

"Not if they know where the cameras are," you thought , sipping your soda, your eyes flicking briefly to Heesung.

Heesung nearly chokes on his noodles as you stared him, quickly looking down at his bowl. His hand shakes slightly as he continues eating, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

You smile faintly, leaning back against Jake's chest, feeling his arms tighten protectively around you. "You know, Karina, maybe we should start locking our dorm closets too. Just in case."

Karina nods thoughtfully. "That's a good idea. I've been meaning to do that anyway."

Beomgyu looked at Karina, "Yeah, safety first, right?"

You glance at him, your smile soft, sipping on your soda. "Exactly."

You're good at hiding your emotions. Even now, as the pieces click into place, you keep your face neutral. But inside, you're 75% sure you've figured it out.

The game.

It's probably made up of men. Men who target panties, specifically the used ones. You replay the scenarios in your head, each one adding to your suspicions. Buckets of panties, mostly used, gone without a trace.

You glance around the room. Jake, your best friend since Year 7, laughing and leaning into you like nothing's amiss. Beomgyu, Karina's "not really" boyfriend, grinning at her like he's the most harmless guy alive. Then there's Heesung, quietly sipping ramen, his soft features making him look innocent and adorably clueless.

And Sunoo. Sweet, smiley Sunoo, who's always been so helpful at the laundry, cheerfully chatting while folding your clothes.

They all seem so nice. But now?

You don't trust them. Not a single one.

You force yourself into casual conversation, watching their reactions closely. Your gaze flickers to Heesung, who nods and smiles at everything without adding much. His obliviousness makes him seem too soft, too cute to be involved in something shady. But you're not letting anyone off the hook.

When 6 PM rolls around, the dorm curfew kicks in. The boys get up to leave, grumbling about the no-sleepover rule. Jake whines your name like a child, wrapping his arms around you and peppering kisses along your neck and face.

"I'll see you next time we hang," you say, laughing as you push him toward the door.

Outside, Beomgyu and Heesung wait for Jake, the three of them exchanging glances like they're in on some private joke.

"I'll miss you," Jake whispers, pulling you closer for a lingering kiss.

You glance over his shoulder, catching sight of Heesung biting his lips and looking away, his shoulders stiff.

"Go, before the dorm committee catches you," you say, nudging Jake out the door.

Karina kisses Beomgyu goodbye, and you follow suit with Jake before casually hugging the others.

When you hug Heesung, he freezes, his entire body going rigid as you brush your cheek against his. The faint scent of your perfume makes his breath hitch, and he barely suppresses a groan. God, when was the last time he'd been hugged like this? He's so touch-starved it's almost embarrassing.

"Take care, Heesung," you say softly, your voice warm.

He stammers something incoherent before you pull back, laughing lightly. You and Karina wave goodbye as the boys walk away, their laughter fading as they disappear down the hall.

The smile slips from your face the moment the door shuts. You lock it, your expression sharpening as you grab your phone.

"Karina," you say firmly, turning to her. "Set a meeting right now in the lobby. 8 PM. Tell the girls not to mention it to anyone outside the dorm. Not even their boyfriend or closest guy friends."

Karina blinks, confused. "W-what? Why so sudden? What's going on?"

"Just do it," you reply, already typing on your phone.

Karina hesitates but nods, pulling out her own phone to start calling the girls from each room.

You walk to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly to peek outside. From your second-floor vantage point, you spot Jake, Beomgyu, and Heesung standing near the building's entrance, their heads close together as they laugh and talk.

Your gaze sharpens. Their body language seems too comfortable, too knowing.

You let the curtain fall back into place.

"We're being infiltrated," you mutter under your breath, your jaw tightening. 

[jeio-kimi]

Lost In Translation

For context please consider reading:

Part: 1

So, I've made my case on why the four main characters are most likely not in middle school. Then, what are are their ages? I must convey, that Old Xian has never mentioned within or outside of the series what the ages of the characters are. All anyone can do is assume. But, there are in fact, context clues that are given to us in the chapters of what their ages might be.

Most of the "evidence" I'm including in this part are more so logical fallacies. I am just going by the "Affirming the Cnsequent" theory. Which, refers to the statement of: "If X is true -> then Y is also true." So nothing here is gospel, just my own interpretation of given context clues.

I will not be using any non-story related art created by Old Xian, due to me wanting to count the chapters within the story as canonical events.

Some Thoughts:

Mo Has a Job

In what is probably the most crucial confirmations of the characters not being in middle school. Mo Guan Shan has a job.

As apart of child labor laws in China, 16 is the minimum working age nationwide. Meaning Mo Guan Shan has to be at least 16 years old. I guessing that the woman Mo works for is not a relative being that she fires him later on.

What's interesting about this is that not only does it confirm that Mo's age is at least 16 years old, but in tandem, confirms that He Tian is above 16.

So what's important for context here is understanding Chinese honorifics.

What He Tian is calling mo whenever he says "little Mo" in Chinese is 墨子 (Mò-zi). " 子" (Zi) literally translates to "young one" or little one" but in context is an indication that Mo is younger than He Tian.

"Big Bro" is 哥哥 (Gēge) and "Brother Mo" is 墨哥 (Mò-Gē). "Gē & Gēge" is an honorific that conveys the person being spoken to is older. Mo's friend Cun Tou has always referred to Mo as "Gēge" meaning Mo is most likely older than him.

Since it is confirmed that He Tian is older than Mo,

He Tian is probably jokingly referring to Mo as "Mo Ge" to putting Mo metaphorically above himself.

This means that if He Tian is older than Mo, and Mo is 16, then He Tian is above 16.

He Tian's Hotel Room Purchase

Another interesting idea here I that He Tian is able to purchase a hotel room.

So He Tian has his account frozen here, so it's more than likely a joint account (I'm guessing with He Cheng since his account is frozen after they fought). Since He Tian is also told beforehand that he can not purchase the hotel room without a legal guardian, he's probably not 18 (age of an adult in China). I do feel as if he is above 16 due to the fact that he is able to purchase a hotel room later, without a legal guardian.

Since you must be above 16 to purchase a hotel room in China. And, at least 16 to apply for a joint bank account, I'm assuming that the hotel room he was trying to purchase originally was for adults only (ie. Had purchasable alcohol or was a "Love Hotel").

Anyways... that's where I'll leave it for now. I have a lot more thoughts on this that I could make a whole other post. But the rest is mostly circumstantial, so I didn't want to include it here. Just know, there's so much more about the characters' ages in this. If you made it this far, thank you for reading! And let's continue this discussion together! I would love to hear everyone's thoughts and opinions on this, as well as anything I might have missed! ❤️

[chrofeisnightmaregf]

Here’s some late Halloween Tokyo Revengers head canons! There’s no specific timeline but I tried to focus on the final timeline but there are some mentions of others too! I lowkey wouldn’t mind doing a part 2

TW: mentions of drugs, violence, and swearing(lmk if I I missed any)

- Ran dresses up as ghost face and takes a bunch of thirst traps. He also walks around the house wearing black sweats and a ghost face mask and only puts a shirt on when it’s time to hand out candy or go somewhere(even then you have to force him too).

- Rindou makes BANK DJ-ing for Halloween parties this month. His clientele is usually rich frat boys spending their daddies money.

- Speaking of Rindou, you and him threw a small Halloween party with friends except you invited Ran, who in turn invited a bunch of people who invited more people so it just ended up being a huge party. Rindou complained to no end but secretly enjoyed getting to DJ the party and play whatever he wanted.

- Shinichiro is a literal GOD at hiding candy from Mikey when he wants to hand some out for trick or treaters because Mikey has and will eat all the candy that was bought for trick or treaters.

- Shinichiro later passed his tips on hiding it down to you when you told him how you spent so much money on candy for it to disappear repeatedly. You figured how it disappeared when Mikey was sitting on the couch with a half empty bag of the candy you kept buying.

- When the kids were younger Shinichiro used to dress them up in family costumes, you knew Shinichiro was serious about you when he asked if you wanted to join.

- Mikey steals everyone’s candy.

- Emma tried to dress up as a sexy nurse for Halloween one year and the boys refused to let her out of the house (queue you having to come over and give her an old costume so the boys would let her leave)

- Izana will never admit it but he secretly loves dressing up for Halloween. Him and Kakucho went as ninjas one year and it was the best Halloween of his life.

- Ran convinced Kakucho to dress up as ghost face and seduce you like Ran does(he showed him how he does it and everything) except Kakucho didn’t like how stuffy the mask was so he just walked around shirtless instead.

- Kakucho loves the domesticity of holidays. He feels so happy matching costumes or wearing Halloween sweaters with you while passing out candy. He loved admiring the kids costumes and watching Halloween movies with you.

- Kakucho prefers kid’s Halloween movies like The Nightmare Before Christmas or Halloween Town because he’s not a big fan of horror movies. They don’t scare him he just doesn’t find them interesting and the gorey ones gross him out.

- Hanma goes out dressed as the grim reaper and beats the shit out of people.

- Hanma also goes around wacking people with his scythe. He got a nasty glare from Kisaki and a slap in the face from you.

- Kisaki isn’t big on holidays, especially Halloween. There’s no particular reason he just doesn’t really care for them, he isn’t a kill joy however. And he does love to cuddle up on the couch and watch scary movies with you on the day of Halloween with a big bowl of candy planted between you too.

- He may not like holidays much but Kisaki does love the fall season. He especially loves the fall smelling candles like cinnamon, pumpkin, and apples and buys a bunch.

- You and Haruchiyo dress up as The Joker and Harley Quinn and win best costume to any party you guys go to(which isn’t a lot because I headcanon he doesn’t like parties much.)

- If it’s bonten time line and Sanzu is high, when people come and say trick or treat he will reply trick and either take candy out of their bags or cut the handle off there bag(and run off with it). You profusely apologize to parents and kids and give them handfuls of candy before socking him in the jaw and cutting his drugs off❤️❤️

- I wanted to say Hanma would do the same thing as Sanzu but I feel like he had a soft spot for kids and compliments all there costumes pointing out the most intricate details and saying how cool they look! The same can’t be said for the adult though, he goes out of his way to give the most backhanded comments possible.

- Draken and Inui(after convincing Shinichiro it would be fine) open the shop on Halloween wearing their uniforms and hand out candy. They even let kids in and show them the bikes they’re working on(with parental supervision obvi).

- Draken volunteers at a haunted house.

- He convicted the Toman founders to come because he could get them in for free and got the shit punched out of him by Baji when he jump scared him.

- Baji and his mom have a Halloween tradition to make home made sugar cookies and decorate them while watching Disney Halloween movies and later handing candy out to the trick or treaters.

- When they figure out what Kazutora is going through at home he gets a yearly invite(yes he cried when he first got invited).

- Takeomi feels really guilty about Sanzu’s childhood and how he treated him so every year he buys a bunch of Halloween costumes, candy and decorations and donates it to children in need. He likes to keep his porch light on as long as he can to make sure even the late trick or treaters get candy. He also volunteers at places too!

- Mitsuya makes all his own Halloween costumes. When his sisters were younger he made there costumes every year for them but when they got older they wanted store bought costumes instead. However if the girls can’t find one they like he makes there costumes for them(he was sad when they said they wanted store costumes and gets so excited when they can’t find one so he gets to make them).

- Mitsuya loves matching couples costumes but only if you let him make them. You guys went as Jack and Sally one year and he went all out. He hand stitched all the patterns into your dress and his suit and made all of it by hand.

- Mitsuya also used to make Taiju’s Halloween costumes but Taiju felt bad especially because Mitsuya wouldn’t let him pay him. After a while Taiju just started buying his costumes from the store but because of his build Mitsuya has to alter them anyway.

- Taiju and you dress up and volunteer to hand out candy at his church.

- No matter what costume he wears Hakkai always pulls it off.

- South never went trick or treating when he was a kid so you always make him go to every event possible like trunk or treat to try and recreate what he was missing.

- Much like Takeomi, South also donates a lot of candy and costumes to kids in need and loves to go around more poor neighborhoods giving out handfuls of full-sized candy bars to the kids.

[mxtxfanatic]

Hello, hope you are well. I have a question if you're willing. Does Wei Wuxian ever refer to himself as the Yiling Laozu? I know he recognizes that people refer to him by that title but does he ever claim it or call himself it?

P.S. Prompt: The last thing Wei Wuxian remembers is the Temple collapsing down. When he opens his eyes, he discovers that him and Wen Ning somehow are back to a week after seeing his Shijie in wedding red. It also seems that the fledgling core of Mo Xuanyu came with his spirit.

(I'm a sucker for time travel fics (even though I don't think either parts of wangxian would ever intentionally time travel) I think they can be fun).

I don't think he refers to himself by his title, but I also don't think it's strange. Lan Wangji doesn't go around referring to himself as Hanguang-jun and neither do any of 3zun with their titles. I think that for the most part, Wei Wuxian is indifferent to the title, itself, and more insulted by the fact that it's become synonymous with "ugly demon that loves indiscriminate death and destruction."

~~

"Wei Ying!"

Wei Wuxian shot up from where he had fallen and immediately knew something was wrong. He had been standing next to the Guanyin statue. He had been standing next to the statue but looking towards Wangji. Lan Wangji was looking at him, too, a mask of helpless horror etched onto his face. Lan Zhan should never make such an expression, he'd thought. Then, the temple had collapsed on top of them.

Wei Wuxian knows he should be feeling pain or wood and stone pressing in from above or even the beat of the rain from the storm that had been raging that night. Instead, he realizes he's in a spacious area, much more spacious than the temple ever was given the echoes of his heavy breathing bouncing against distant walls. The air is cold and damp, but dim light filters in from somewhere. Despite the temple being nowhere near running water, he can hear a faint trickle not too far from him. Maybe if Wei Wuxian hadn't died before, he would think that he was standing on the banks of the Yellow Springs.

"Wei-gongzi?"

Instinctively, Wei Wuxian reaches for Chenqing only to realize that he recognizes this voice. "...Wen Ning???"

Wei Wuxian squints in the gloom and, sure enough, that's Wen Ning, standing at his side and missing the giant hole that Wei Wuxian had last seen punched through his torso.

"Wei-gongzi," Wen Ning asks with just as much confusion as Wei Wuxian feels, "what's going on? Why are we b-back here?"

Wei Wuxian gives a stiff laugh. "So it's not just me."

Had they not been here just the night before, perhaps it would have been harder to recognize. But the voluminous cavern, the burbling pool, the faint smell of blood persistently clinging to the air? Where else could this be but the Demon-Slaughtering Cave in the Burial Mounds? And not just the Demon-Slaughtering Cave as they had seen it some hours ago—full of ripped-apart corpses and traces of a long-passed fire clinging onto the walls—but the one that had been filled with messily scrawled notes, half-finished prototypes, and the occasional worn, handmade child's toy. Wei Wuxian picks up one of these toys and notes that other than a few loose threads and teeth marks, it's in relatively new condition.

"How is this possible?" he murmurs half to himself, half to Wen Ning. Except, Wen Ning has gone still in the way only corpses can, head swiveled to the entrance of the cave where a shadow has blocked out a good portion of scant light and low cursing has overtaken the sound of Wei Wuxian's own breathing.

"Wei Wuxian! A-Ning!" The shadow moves descends into the cave with brisk steps. "I told you to go down the mountain, today. If I found out you've forgotten, again...!" No longer directly backlit by the entrance, the light falls in such a way that the face of the person crystalizes into perfect clarity. Wen Ning sucks in a harsh breath. The doll drops to the ground.

Wen Qing had more curses prepared for them, but when she finally catches sight of their faces, she's shocked silent by the sight of the black veins around Wen Ning's eyes popping out so starkly that they extend almost down to his neck. As for Wei Wuxian—

"Aiya," Wen Qing startles back a step, then rushes forward. "Why are you crying?"

[respectthepetty]

12 Anticipated Thai BLs for 2025

As usual, I'm excited for ALL the GLs (Cranium, Only You, 3 Minutes 2 Love, Reverse with You, Buy My Boss, Let's Kick this Love, No Romeo, and so many more!), but I'm making my annual list of the BLs I'm excited for this year with brief reasons why I'm looking forward to them, and it includes some I've previously mentioned in my GMMTV 2025 Hot Tops. However, I must first look back at my 2024 list and see if those BLs were worth my anticipation:

The Next Prince - I still haven't gotten it, so 2025 better be the year!

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart - Great! Amazing! Loved it!

Spare Me Your Mercy - We don't talk about her.

Wandee Goodday - I have my issues, but it was a fun ride. *wink*

Choco Milk Shake 2 - The production team said it was never planned, you know, like a liar.

Time of Fever - Beautiful! Astounding! I NEED MORE!

My Doctor/Mr. Doctor - I'm probably never getting it. I need a moment to collect myself.

Live in Love - I was only showing up for the colors, and it delivered them plus a lot more crazy nonsense.

Red Peafowl - It was all a lie, and apparently we are never getting it.

Love Upon a Time - I don't want to talk about what happened, but I better get it this year!

Love Puzzle - Probably not getting it, and I'm not okay about it.

Peaceful Property - Fantastic! Divine! Best thing I watched this year!

Sunset x Vibes - I showed up for MosBank, and I got MosBank, so I was thrilled!

The Heart Killers - I'm having the time of my life!

Bonus: Your Dear Daddy - WHERE IS MY MAN FLUKE?! GIVE HIM TO ME RIGHT NOW!

Now time for this year's list!

Honorable Mention: MosBank & JoongDunk

I will show up every year excited about the same thing — my ships! I'm getting Joong and Dunk in Dare You to Death if they don't get divorced before then, and I'm getting Mos and Bank in Be My (Soul)Mate if they aren't busy planning a wedding by then. I know JoongDunk's piece is about murders and making out which are two of my favorite things, but I don't even know what the plot is for MosBank's series because all I know is it isn't Big Dragon 2, but it doesn't matter anyway since I'm always happy to see my favorites!

A Dog and a Plane

2024 came for my throat and my heart with some really heavy shows, and in comparison to the rest of this list, I'm banking on this show to be my one bright spot in 2025. I need at least one show to make me laugh while it's ripping out my heart, and I think this is the show for the job.

Goddess Bless You From Death

This show scares me, and it might give me nightmares, but it involves murders and making out, so I'm effing with los espookys for this one. Y'all can have Khemjira though. I ain't that brave.

My Sweetheart Jom

Saint, in a BL again. That's it. That's the reason.

Memoir of Rati

I expect only happy endings from GMMTV, but I'm worried about this one's ending, yet I must see what happens. It has history, politics, and class dynamics, so as much as I'm happy to see Great, Inn, Aou, and Boom in this, I'm also very nervous.

Love Carved in the Moonlight

It seemed like poly was a possibility, which I know is a lie, but also, this looked beautiful, and I'm not just referring to the men. It's another period piece, so I might just be in for a Thai history lesson in 2025.

I'm the Most Beautiful Count

People are upset that the pilot trailer seemed to make light of the source material, but I have faith this adaptation will do justice to the webtoon and give us a leading man worth fighting for.

Interminable

I sense a lengthy series brewing from Idol Factory for this one, so I think we might not see it until later this year or 2026, but I also think it will be worth the wait since there's no way Billy and Babe won't make me teary-eyed with a plot like this.

Ticket to Heaven

It involves Catholicism; therefore, it will hurt me. However, as a Catholic, the Church has instilled in me that if it isn't painful, then it isn't good for me, so if the show makes me cry every episode, I think the Church would approve.

Knock Out

It's Gym Bros BL adjacent meaning men will be in a gym, half-naked, and working out, which is good enough for me! Also, they're color coded, so who am I to deny small blessings?

The Wicked Game

We are getting two GLs and a BL about bodyguards falling in love with their clients, but just like all the vampire series we were supposed to get in 2024 yet only got two, I'm wondering who will be first and how they will turn out. I think all of them will be great, but I am especially looking forward to Daou getting bruised up for love.

Love of Silom

Up and Poom were a surprise for me in 2024 with My Stand-In, so from what I know about the plot dealing with a cop and a single dad, I think they will do just as great with their second series as they did with the first. I am patently waiting to be in my feels again because of them.

Me & Who

I need to watch Big kiss men like I need air. I need to watch Big gently place his hand on another man's neck like I need water. I need this show. Now.

Bonus: Mandate

Did anyone watch 2012's Political Animals with Sebastain Stan who played TJ Hammond, the bisexual son of the former President of the United States and the current Secretary of State, who had a secret affair with an older married and closeted US Senator?

Anyone? No?

Well, can I get something similar, Thailand? Is that too much to ask? I don't know, but I'm going to ask for it anyway! Let me have it! Give me what I deserve.