#i remember when my ex sent me the ''leave us in a room together and one of us is leaving pregnant and it wont be me'' pic w henry

[the-acid-pear]

Okay that's enough fat iguana for a night.

[ma1dita]

Hiiii! can i get one ticket for the graveyard smash starring Spencer Reid with a pretzel and a hot dog please? :):) this is so cooool

somebody’s watching me

[STARRING: SPENCER REID x reader ; “Don’t…move.” “Please just play along.” ] wc: 1.5k whoops warnings: MDNI —post-prison reid, bff!fem!reader, exhibitionism/voyeurism, mirror sex (kinda), dubcon?, p in v, creampie :)  kinda inspired by 8x3 and other eps i cant be bothered to remember, title from the rockwell song

monster mash-terlist

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Spencer always does what you want him to.

It’s a bad habit he’s picked up after a decade and a half of being your friend. You’ve been through it all together— after a few shitty breakups, navigating your twenties, several mid-life crises, health problems, and even him getting wrongfully sent to prison for a few months, sometimes he wonders how you’re still here, and still just as stubborn as him. 

But he’s not sure he can listen to you this time around. 

His eyes flicker around the underground bunker the both of you are locked in and the all-knowing Dr. Reid is stumped and there seems to be no other logical option than—

“Spence?”

The red laser beam pointed at you almost traces the curve of your jaw like someone’s drawing the shape from memory. And then it situates itself directly over your quickly beating heart.

“Don’t move,” he breathes, reaching out for you when your lips fall into a whimper, a slight sheen of sweat over your skin. You’re sat on his lap with your top off and maybe that’s the reason why he can’t focus on figuring out a profile for your psychotic ex-boyfriend who’s definitely watching every move you make through the two-way glass that's across from the bed.

“I think it’s because we’re not moving is why…Fuck, Spence, we have to do it.” The TV screen imbedded in the glass flashes red again to catch your attention, asking—no, demanding you two to humiliate each other in the most carnal way.

And sure he’s imagined you in this before, way more times than he’ll ever admit, on lonely nights on the jet, even when he scrolls through your Instagram profile (you’re the only account he follows and the sole reason he tolerates the app), and especially whenever he hears the lilt in your voice that you reserve only for him, but it wasn’t quite like this in his mind. 

“I can’t…I’m not gonna do that to you,” he swallows thickly, licking his lips and catching the way your eyes follow the movement. You’re… actually contemplating this, he realizes as he recognizes the sureness in the furrow of your brows, “Don’t. My team will find us and we’ll get out of here,” Spencer’s voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at the feeling of your fingers undoing the buttons on his purple dress shirt. You’re quick with it, and by the time you reach his midsection, he knows you’ve made your decision, “I don’t want to die, Spencer Walter Reid.”

“We’re not going to die!” he scoffs frustratedly, and the rest of the air in his windpipe escapes him as you press kisses down his exposed chest, “M’gonna…God. I’m gonna get us out of here, okay?” Your tongue darts out to lick at his skin, trailing back up towards his neck as you start to rock against his growing erection and he tries not to like it too much. Spencer’s large hands slap over the fat of your hips—the sound echoes in the quiet of the room; with the force he’s grabbing your skin, it's sure to leave marks.

“Think my way’s faster. You should multitask or something then.”

Your best friend’s nails dig harder into the fabric of your dress pants as he tries to stop you again, “We can’t do this.”

“I want to,” you nip at his Adam’s apple, “Come on, we’re adults. There's no one else I'd even entertain this thought with. Plus your team’s coming, right?” Your nose nuzzles at a sensitive spot behind his ear, and the kiss you leave there is tender, for him—not the camera in the corner of the room, “Please just play along.”

“You want this? Swear on it.”

Spencer’s pinky raises in the air, his other hand patting around the top sheet to try to find yours, and when he does it’s trembling. He holds it tight, for the audience inevitably watching and in an effort to calm you down—because the last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt you. But your eyes flicker to the screen that starts counting down from 10, and then back to his espresso ones that remind you not to show any fear, so you lock your pinky with his and clear your throat.

“I want you to fuck me, Spencer. I really do.”

Honestly, it’s an offer even he can’t refuse.

It’s awkward at first, clothes fumbling off of each other’s limbs and then he’s laying back just watching you stretch yourself out on his cock. Spencer doesn’t know where to put his hands—they’re rubbing soothing circles into your thighs that are wrapped around his waist. He’s just…watching you watch him, his eyes fluttering shut and your belly contracting as you start to move, stamping your feet onto the worn mattress to push and pull yourself on his pulsating length. The sound of skin against skin and the embarrassing squelch of your pussy almost shatters through the air and it makes you self-conscious, gripping onto his shoulders to anchor yourself back to reality. You’re seriously fucking your best friend in front of your ex-boyfriend and god knows who else, and it’s hard to catch your breath as tears begin to cloud your vision, the humiliation starting to catch up with your confidence.

“Fuck,” he hisses, clenching his jaw at the sound of your little cries, cunt swallowing him whole when you almost lose your footing, “Spence…I can’t…” He peeks an eye open to see you…feel you quivering on top of him with your gaze focused on the glass, “I’m sorry, I’m just scared,” you sniff. Spencer’s hand cups the soft of your jaw, wrapping around the junction of your neck soothingly, “It’s okay. M’here. It’s just me.”

He’s trying so hard to focus on consoling you, but you’re so tight and tense and it’s bad that plunging into you feels so good.

"I know. S'why I'm scared," you mumble, bottom lip pursed in a pout and then a strangled noise rips its way out of your throat. Spencer realizes he’s fucking up into you when he hears you wail again, palms against his chest as he drives up into your weeping cunt, “You can take it, right baby? M’gonna take care of you.”

Fucking you was like nothing his brain could’ve ever dreamed to imagine— the way you’re writhing above him, broken calls of his name asking for him to slow down. But now he’s made his decision too, that no matter how this ends, even if you both die or walk out of here and never speak again there’s nothing that can take away the divine image of your body going limp as you cum for the first time with a ���Yes!”

The screen still flashes red in your peripherals a while later signaling the end of the session. Neither of you pay it any mind with you face down almost eating the stuffing from the lone pillow on the bed and his eyes fixated on the globes of your ass as they almost have a gravitational pull, vibrating along his dick when he yanks your hips back to meet his. A whine slips past your lips, your eyes meeting the glass and watching your best friend ruin you in the reflection. His hair is wild with his efforts, pressing down the small of your back and yes, maybe for once it’s nice to let Spencer make the decisions for the both of you. 

Especially if they make you feel this good.

“Eyes on me, baby. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

You wonder when the BAU will get to you both, and if they do, you selfishly hope there’s a chance Spencer will get to cum too. 

He’s really breathy as he instructs you to look at him again, the smell of your combined musk in the air, sweat and slick being shared between your naked bodies. His voice is a low timbre you’ve never heard before, but your eyes are still busy watching him thrust into you with intention as if this already isn’t a memory you’ll forget. You find yourself extra pretty when he makes your tits swing like this, half-caught in a daydream of Spencer hitting a particular spot and how happy you look to get fucked while being watched by a psychopath, the grin on your face fitting someone who deserves to be institutionalized. You’re enjoying this more than you should, reveling in the attention and arching your hips so he can hold onto them better.

“You’re shaking so hard...” he breathes, noticing the uncontested bliss that’s taken over your face, “You like this huh? Like watching us?”

Nodding your head and biting your lip, you moan, “Like ‘em watching you fuck me. Your cock feels so good…” Your words are invigorating, making him tighten his hands around your neck as you go dizzy with pleasure.

"That's my girl," he smirks.

By the time your eyes roll to the back of your head for a second time, neither of you notice the number of lasers pointed at your bodies increasing, or the sound of the sirens outside the locked door. Spencer’s too far gone, hands interlocked around your throat to pull your head up towards his, moaning into your mouth as his cock stutters, stuffing you to the brim just as the door bursts open.

Came right in time.

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ma1dita's monster mash is open for requests until 10/12 :)

[jamsterrr]

P. SEONGHWA . . . FATAL ATTRACTION 1 ⭑.ᐟ

seonghwa. fatal love. ex lovers. “ i want you again .. “

description ; thinking it was for the best , breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years since you both “ grew apart “ but when a mis understanding comes about. what will happen when you’re forced to spend time together, what happened to those “ we just grew apart “ feelings.

seonghwa!ateez x female!reader

words : 2k

contains. ‼️ ; cursing , sexual scenes , 18+ content , may contain typos , slight slow burn. ( let me know if i miss anything ! )

MULTIPLE PARTS .. !!

———— .. ᯓᡣ𐭩 ( part one ) ᡣ𐭩ᯓ .. ————

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

You took the small step into your apartment as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Yesterday's work had drained you. Being a photographer worked a lot on you both mentally and psychically. Staying up most nights to edit pictures, booking as many weekend sessions as you could to be able to afford even rent at times. Though it was mentally stressful it still worked out for you in the end. After breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years, you thought that nothing could tear you down after remembering how you were for almost 3 weeks straight. 

Working in the same place didn't help either. Having to see him when you'd rather you didn't. But you didn't hate him, just his actions on certain things. Regardless, you still kept professional and even more happy that you didn't have to be around him as much. Though feelings still tended to be raw, and you found yourself looking at your old ' happy ' photo together wondering where did everything go wrong?

As you settled down for the day, at work on the last day for a month's time due to a little renovation of your building. You set to use this time to relax, to take time slow. Bills were paid, fridge was stocked and house clean. You were determined to relax. Taking your hair out of its pinned-up state, leaving it to rest in its natural state, running your hands through it as you made your way to your room. A small smile resting on your face when you notice your dog sleeping fondly on the bed, his body curled up and head resting on the pillow next to you. 

You gently took your hand, gliding it through the golden retriever's fur as he looked at you, his tail wagging and hitting the bed. Your smile stayed as you made your way to the closet, looking through all of your choices of relaxation clothes. Simply deciding on some shorts, along with a oversized t-shirt, slightly covering the shorts, but that didn't matter, you were in your own place.

Deciding to make your way to your kitchen to wind down for the night, all of the sudden feeling a vibration rattle against your skin. Taking your phone out of your shorts pocket.

The pounding in your heart sent chills down your spine. It was Hwa, someone you didn’t expect. Your ex at the least of all people that could call you. Before the call could end and the phone stopped vibrating you answered, hearing a short breath at the end.

“Hey Y/N, we need to talk … “ he spoke. “About?” You asked, though your tone wasn’t rude, just genuinely interested in why the man you didn’t love anymore, who said didn’t love you anymore was calling you.

“My parents expect you at the family trip” he started. Your eyes widening. Early in the year Hwa’s parents were getting ready for their summer trip, making sure to invite any and everyone. Mostly for memories and since you were considered a member of the family, as well as knowing how much they loved you, you were invited.

“Hwa..” you started. “You didn’t tell your parents we broke up?” Though the silence over the phone told you everything you needed to know about the situation. “No..” the male softly mumbled. “Do you want me to tell them you won’t be attending?” The male suggested. Though his tone sounded hurt. Why would he be.

You took a deep sigh. Could you face Hwa? Would these feelings you put aside start to flood back to you? “No..” you spoke as you gently rubbed the skin near your temple. “You shouldnt tell them that. I’ll come..”.

The feelings you had right now, overshadowing the overall situation at hand. “I’ll make sure to let them know, and I’ll come and pick you up at 7am” the male said softly. The phone connection slightly statically moving. “Okay” is all you were able to reply with. “See you then” and then the phone call was over.

What did I get myself into? Was the only thought that came to your head. Not even the fact that you were hungry. Though you forgot to ask the male an important question.

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# contact ,, Seonghwa. 78%…

What about Pop?

You can bring him.. they love him

and tons of room for him to run around.

Ok..

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( pop is your dogs name btw. )

The day seemed to go by faster at the thought of going on this trip with your ex. Not wanting to disappoint his family this also meant you had to put on an act. But if your feelings were gone? How were you going to do that?

A sigh escaped your lips once again before you pulled out your bags, stuffing in a couple of outfits, important hygiene things you needed as well as a swimming suit, hoping to relax yourself in the lake whenever you could. Deciding to treat this like a paid vacation, only you had to pretend to be in love with your ex still. This should be interesting.

Your bags were finally packed, as well as the thing you might’ve needed for your dog. After a few minutes you decided it was time for you to go to bed. Reaching over and putting your phone on the charger, as well as setting an alarm to get up early.

Closing your eyes as you and your golden retriever dog drifted off to sleep. Your thoughts or worried drifting away so you were finally able to sleep.

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Hearing the sound of your alarm caused a groan to escape from your lips. You hated waking up super early in the morning. Though you were excited but slightly anxious for this new trip. Even though it was with a person you’d least want to see, you didn’t want to be bummed out about it. Why?

Slowly making your way out of bed, sitting up and attempting to rub the tiredness out of your eyes. Slowly getting up and rummaging around your dresser, grabbing some casual clothes to be comfortable on the ride there.

Wrapping the leash around your dogs silk fur, you heard a knock at your door. A familiar 3 knocks symbolizing Seonghwa was there.

Your body shuddered in nervousness. This would be the first time seeing him after the breakup, alone and without your friends or colleagues around. Taking a deep breath you walked to the door and opened it as you were greeted by his familiar smile.

“Morning, ready to go?” He asked, bending down and petting Pop. You nodded, clipping his leash on and grabbing your bags before his hand gently grabbed onto them. “I got them, you just get Pop” and that’s what you did.

You watched as the male carry the bags down the apartment stairs and to his car. You following close behind with Pop, leading him into the car when Seonghwa unlocked it. Debating on if you should sit in the front with him, or the back with Pop. Though your body and mind was already a costumed to sit in the front. That’s where you ended up.

Your head rested against the window as you felt the weight of the car shift slightly. Your eyes shooting up to be met by Seonghwa’s.

“I want you to be comfortable this whole time, are you okay?” The male asked softly. You could see it in his eyes.

“I’m good, I’m okay, just a little tired. I’ll go to sleep alright?” You spoke, looking towards him and then turning your head to rest against the window. It was too early for you to think about anything.

Your body felt the car get into gear as your eyes closed. Letting your body drift off to sleep.

After what felt like a whole day you woke up as you felt the car shut off. “Are we here?” You asked the male as he gave you a smile and shook his head. “No, 30 minutes away, but we’ll be there soon” he hummed. “I’m stopping to use the bathroom, you should let Pop do the same” he spoke as he handed you the keys and got out of the car. You slipped the keys onto your wrist and rubbed the tiredness from your eyes.

Gently grabbing the leash from the back and clipping it to the dogs collar, you opened the door to let the dog out before walking him to a reserved spot so he could do his business.

Afterwards you put him back in the car, spotting Seonghwa coming back with a bag full of snacks and drinks. “Finally..” you mumbled slightly as the male chuckled being able to hear you.

“You just woke up, and I know you get hangry, so I decided to just go ahead and nip it in the butt before you chew my head off” the male spoke, putting the snacks into the car.

You huffed and shook your head. “I’ll be back. I’m going to the bathroom” you said slightly rolling your eyes playfully at the male. You caught yourself before straitening your face and going to the bathroom, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes once again. Finally, after a couple of minutes, you finished in the gas station bathroom and spotted the male playing with Pop as a smile gleamed on your face as you got back in the car. "Ahh~ Hwa lets go, I'm ready to be there and get settled in.

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After a couple of more hours of driving to the place, many laughs, old jokes the two of you used to tell together to see who would laugh the loudest or the most, and you would always lose. You pulled up to the familiar cabin that you had been to at least once before. The smell of the slightly nostalgic air hitting your nose. "Wow, it's been forever" You spoke to the other, gently stepping out as you let Pop out of the car, the three of you being greeted by Hwa's parents. The both of them giving you big and bright smiles, his mother opening her arms to give you a big hug, you, bowing respectfully and finally hugging her back. "It's been too long Y/n since we have seen you!" the woman said, her grip strong, swaying the two of you side to side.

Hwa chuckled a little nervously before looking at his father and then his mother. "Mom, don't squish her" the male spoke, taking the bags from the trunk, walking up the wooden stairs.

"Shush, I'm just excited to see Y/n" the older woman rolled her eyes at her son. "You two must be tired, lets get you and this beautiful dog inside, rest up and i will fix us some lunch" the woman said, his father greeting you with a smile as well. "That sounds absolutely amazing".

Your face glanced at Seonghwa's, whose hands were now empty and prepared to lead you to the room you two would be sharing for the next month. You bit your lip nervously before excusing yourself from the older couple and made your way to Hwa, following him through the familiar cabin, with the sound of Pop's paws following behind you. Seonghwa carefully opened the door, the room still looking the same, only a few things have changed. The position of the bed, there had no longer been a moose picture plastered on the woods and there was no couch in the room. The two of you stepped in the room, Seonghwa coming in after you. "If you'd be more comfortable I have no problem with sleeping on the couch" he spoke, taking in your staring at the bed. "Oh... no its okay, then people would question why we aren't sleeping together, and I don't want to handle that right now" you replied, walking over to the bed and sitting gently on it. "Plus, it does get cold, and I might only need you for warmth" you said teasing the male, a smile appearing on both faces.

"Yeah, whatever you say Y/n" the male spoke in a low voice, rolling his eyes as he tossed your bags beside you. "Unpack and change, let's get ready for lunch".

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 2 here.

[heyybaejjk]

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - PT. 3

pairings: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary: Sione's gone, David's gone, and even Kiuga is gone. But Miguel isn't, and neither is Manaia. Just great.

warnings/notes: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ONE ❤️

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Soft fingers played with his hair, the other hand trailing up and down the nape of his neck. "How bad do you want to kiss me, Migs?" A smooth, yet raspy voice spoke.

Miguel could only look down at Manaia with tired eyes, yearning to feel more of her. He was tired of holding back, tired of his feelings being ignored for his ego to show. But now. Now, he has a chance.

"So bad, you don't even know."

She pushed him on the chest lightly enough for him to sit down, sitting on his lap as she cups his face.

"Prove it," she comments with a teasing voice, one of her fingers twirling around a curl.

Leading his hands to rest on her waist, only for him to press them on her back causing her to move forward. Right there at that moment, he felt bliss as her soft lips met his.

Nothing could ever ruin this moment he's dreamt about.

*buzz buzz*

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER (HOT ASS) MOTHER I MISS YOU

mahi_sniffer: pls respond i miss you

mahi_sniffer: miguelllllllllll

bololicker: too busy on fufuhour, he doesnt wanna talk to us 😣

aluaigioukae: @M.Ohara_99 your missus was asking where you've been when we were walking home

"For fuck's sake," Miguel could never take a peaceful nap with these idiots, he should have known better. Annoyed at the ruined dream that he wished escalated quicker, he put his phone on silent.

Remembering the last text sent on his phone, he sighed heavily. He knows his friends are mutual with Manaia, mainly because their parents were friends with hers from way back when.

Despite this fact, he never found himself trying to engage with her. At all.

During classes when Sione would ask if she wanted to sit with them, Miguel would get up and sit across the room, opposite of her. Or during a break, if he was playing tackle footy and she was watching while sitting down on the bench with one of his main friends, he stops playing in case he fumbles the ball and embarrasses himself. What was worse was the walk back home after school.

If they weren't going to the mall for a feed with him or going to his house to hangout, they were most definitely walking home with her as they all lived a street next to each other. The walk together would be deadly awkward to the point where Sione would walk Manaia home himself, leaving Miguel and the two other boys.

"Ow! Fuck bro, okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Miguel can hear the stupid whines Sione projects across the room. He lifts his head up, seeing Manaia swat the Tongan boy with a rolled up textbook, "I swear, bro mum's soul, I won't say it again."

"Good," she says while smiling innocently, unrolling her book and returning to write her notes. "Cunt," Sione whispered, causing her to glare at him.

"You should just go kiss him, I swear."

"You should just do your work, stupid."

'Who was it exactly that they were talking about?' Miguel thought. It for sure couldn't be that Seth guy from weeks ago, he was her ex. Was it himself? Was it the guy sitting next to him?

"Sione, I swear if you don't shut your mouth-"

mahi_sniffer: guys not be a mood wrecker but i had to go home early, i know yall are gonna miss me but its okay 💔💔

mahi_sniffer: i forgot to turn off the iron this morning and my mum saw it lying on my bed, it was face down as well 😞

mahi_sniffer: pray for me guys

aluaigioukae: no one really fucking cares

mahi_sniffer: you didn't even come school today you have NO say

bololicker: I had to leave early too, my mum wants me to clean the house before we go airport and pick up my cousins

mahi_sniffer: aww no one really asked 🥹

bololicker: die

aluaigioukae: did naia go school?

mahi_sniffer: yeah

aluaigioukae: and miguel too?

mahi_sniffer: yur

bololicker: and ur not there?

mahi_sniffer: yuh

bololicker: ...

mahi_sniffer: oh

mahi_sniffer: OH OH

M.Ohara_2099: You left me alone, you idiot

"Hey Miguel, have you seen Sione? He wasn't in English last period."

It was already too late for his text to register as he looks up from his phone, seeing Manaia standing in front of him smiling shyly. She wore a high bun, along with a pink and yellow sei that matched her cute, yellow shoes. She had gotten a lip piercing recently, and it drove Miguel crazy.

"Uh, no, I'm sorry. He texted me saying he had to go home early."

He watches as she rolls her eyes while chuckling, "That egg probably left the iron on, I keep reminding him every time we're on the phone."

This causes Miguel to raise an eyebrow, not noticing himself smiling down at her as she talks to herself.

"I was hoping he'd walk me home, but it's fine," He watches as she began to walk away from him with a saddened expression. "I'll see you on Monday, Miguel." He hears her say with a soft voice.

His friends weren't there to encourage him into talking to her like they normally would. His mother was at work so he had no excuse to rush home, and not walk up to Manaia to strike up a conversation. He didn't see her talk to her ugly ass ex at all today.

This is his one chance, and he could not afford to miss it.

"I can walk you home, Manaia." Miguel calls out, turning around to meet with her back. She stopped walking, turning around to face him.

"O-only if you're okay with that, of course," He stutters, "And I know Sione doesn't like you walking alone with other schools nearby finishing as well, he knows you get uncomfortable walking around others you don't know much about." He attempts to make a poor excuse which she smiles softly at.

Miguel feels his face grow hot at the sight of her looking him up and down, "That's very cute of you to do, Miguel. I'd be happy if you walked with me."

It had been a long, silent walk, but it was calming. Well, to Manaia at least. Miguel had both his hands in his pockets, not wanting to accidentally touch the girl beside him if his hands were to flare out.

"You know, I was bummed out when I couldn't see you after the whole Multicultural event. I wanted to see you, Migs."

Hearing this, Miguel fidgets nervously, clenching his sweaty palms to relax his racing heart. If only she knew how much of an effect she had on him just by saying a few words. But there was this thing; she was always genuine. He knew that she was telling no lie, and it made him crazy.

Based on how other girls approached him, it wasn't the best way to get into his closed-off heart. He remembers how bold people can be, but it just made him uncomfortable knowing they'd just try to get into his pants. Some people were deaf to the word no a lot of the time.

"Uh- yeah, had to.. get home, emergency," he tells Manaia, stuttering uncontrollably and lying through his teeth.

Miguel watches as her nod, "I kind of wished to see you there. But I hope everything at home is okay," she looks up at him, catching him off guard at the sudden eye contact. His face heats up as she smiles at him warmly.

"So what are you listening to?" He asks, using an excuse to avoid her longing gaze.

In his peripheral vision, he sees her hand offering an ear bud. "You're close enough with Sione to not get it right," He looks down at Manaia, he waits for her to continue, her moist lips tempting his curiosity badly. Just how exactly would they feel against his own?

"If you guess right, you'll get a surprise when you drop me to my house." The crescendo of her sultry voice chimes in, her eyes looking into his as she gave him a cute smile, waving the earbud in his face. As he puts the bud in, he feels the side of her arm touch his. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Sorry, I just don't want to move far away and accidentally pull the bud out of your ear. I shared with Sione one time, and trust me when I tell you how much it hurts," laughing at the stupid memory with her best friend. Fondly smiling at her thoughtful thinking, he inches closer as well, arms brushing against each other.

He paid no mind to the contact.

That's what Manaia was thinking.

The volume raises slightly, she gave a toothy grin at his animated-like thinking pose, one hand on his chin as he pretend to thinks as he hears her small laugh.

"It's definitely Hey Girl by Fiji,' He answers, looking at Manaia expectantly, heartstrings being pulled as he sees her face glow in endearment.

"You even said the artist, that's very cute of you, Miguel," Manaia's quick to compliment him as if it was nothing, sending him into an internal coma. Trying his best not to let his mouth form into a shy smile, he mumbles a quick thank you, to which she giggle at once again.

The two of them continued their walk, they had to come to a stop as she saw the walkway leading to the small stairs of her front door. Looking at the empty driveway, she let out a sigh of relief. Both of the teenagers walk up to the door. Despite this, Miguel finds himself in relief as she doesn't say her goodbyes yet.

"I'm still sorry for the long walk," she says with an upset tone, an apologetic smile on her face. "It's fine, really. Plus, going to the gym isn't going to help me by itself if I'm not walking at least an hour a day," He winks playfully, his crossed arms that were up against his chest brought into a trance. Muscular arms seeped through the material of his shirt.

"You're an egg sometimes, just like Sione," she stiffled a laugh, jokingly pushing his shoulder, a bit harder than expected as she leaned forward, her sei falling out.

Miguel bends down and picks it up, softly pulling her closer by the arm, placing the fake flower back in position. All the while she looked up at him, flattering her eyelashes up at him trying to ignore the close feeling of his body against hers. The promximity sent a rush of heat to her face. "Don't want to ruin that pretty hair of yours," he smiles down at her.

His words replaying and looping around in her head, she couldn't resist asking the taller boy in front of her.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Miguel looks at Manaia, face heated from the straightforward question, he coughs, "Maybe.." She tilts her head teasingly, glossy lips form into a cute smile, as well as her eyes.. God, those eyes. Miguel couldn't help but think back to the dream from last night. The way her lips moulded perfectly against his, giving him a teasing look right after. The same look she was giving him now.

He shakes his head lightly before chuckling, "Now, where was that surprise you were talking about early, huh?"

"Come closer," her hand reaches up to hold his face, now standing on her tippy toes to get closer.

This is it. Miguel thinks to himself happily.

"Who are you?" a small voice pops out.

The both of them look at the door. There stood a little boy, hair ruffled as well as his strained looking eyes.

"Junior, what have I told you about when I'm talking to people?" She tells him off with a motherly tone as if telling off her own child, her hand long gone from his heated cheek. Turning her focus back to Miguel, "I, uh, as much as I want to invite you inside, my mum will be home soon, Miguel," And that was true.

"That's fine," he says to her, looking her in the eyes.

She turns her head down to her brother, nodding her head for him to get inside as the both of them talked, and that he does.

"I'll see you on Monday," Manaia quickly cup his cheek, kissing just beside his mouth, missing his cheek completely as he moved his head. He shakes his head while blushing, watching Manaia swiftly wave and run into her house giggling.

bololicker: bro its been 3 hours, wheres sione

aluaigioukae: got his phone taken off him 😿😿

bololicker: AWUI SHAME

aluaigioukae: nah but wheres that chromebook he stole from skl? 👀

bololicker: AS IF HE WOULD USE THE CHROMEBOOK TO TEXT US

bololicker: he made fun of me when i was texting my missus on it

aluaigioukae: 💀💀💀

aluaigioukae: anyway..

alugioukae: has miguel texted you? havent heard from him for a few hours

M.Ohara_99: I just got home, I'm here.

bololicker: MY BRETHREN.

aluaigioukae: are you okay? doesnt take you that long to get home before

M.Ohara_99: I'm fine, thank you for asking.

M.Ohara_99 is typing

Miguel stops typing, should he tell them he walked Manaia home? No. They'll make fun of him, for sure. But if he tells them, they can give him advice on how to get closer to her as well. They are close to her, more than he is. Sadly, he thinks.

Ah, fuck it.

M.Ohara_99: I walked Manaia home

2 users are typing

aluaigioukae: AINGGGGGGGGGGGGG

bololicker: SLURP SLURP OUAAAAAAAAAA

aluaigioukae: DID YOU.. YKKKKK???

"I fucking knew it," He says to himself.

M.Ohara_99: David, Kiuga, please

M.Ohara_99: I just walked her home, that was all

alugioukae: wait nah we need to hear how youre saying it 👀 you might be smiling and kicking your dick around n all

bololicker: awui

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Miguel groans into his pillow, "Fucks sake."

"David, why do we have to call? I was perfect with texting you," he says immediately after pressing the green join option. He glares at the little screen, showing David grinning at him, Kiuga's screen remained off while his microphone stayed on.

At least Kiuga was normal about it, Miguel thinks.

"HOW WAS IT, MATE?" Kiuga screams through his microphone.

Nevermind.

Turning on his camera, Miguel props his phone against his headboard and lays on his pillow. "I told you, nothing else. I just walked her home..." He trails off, looking away from the camera.

"So you both didn't kiss?" David asks, raising his brow line.

Miguel coughs and chokes on air, looking up at the ceiling.

"No. We didn't kiss."

"Liar, liar, my dick is on fucking fire, Miguel. Naia told us she tried to go for the cheek but your freaky ass was trying to get some tongue in there," Kiuga yells through his microphone dramatically, the pitch of his voice heightening through every line.

Miguel groans again into his pillow, "So you both knew but asked anyway? I'm embarrassed right now," ruffling his hair aggressively.

David breaks into laughter, "She told us straight away. Okay but don't tell her I told you," He says in a bit of a serious tone, a playful aura still lingering, "But she felt embarrassed when you moved your face, she was rambling on about it on the phone before you texted. She was even more embarrassed when her brother saw you at the front door."

"He was a cute kid, but he ruined the moment," Miguel says bluntly.

"Did the kid have a gap tooth or?" Kiuga says causing David to laugh. Miguel thinks to himself before nodding. "He did."

"I fucking love that sibling, her other siblings are so ass."

"Have I met any of them?" Miguel curiously asks.

"Uh," David trails off, scratching the back off his neck, "do you remember that guy who started a brawl at the mall last year? In the food court?"

"The guy who stole my fucking burrito from Mad Mex to throw at someone's head!? The burrito I paid for that was $20?!" Miguel yells through his mic, louder than needed as his mother opens his door, peeking her head in.

"You okay?" she asks softly.

He snaps his head toward the door, nodding aggressively, "Uh huh."

His mother leaves, giving an awkward smile.

"Yeah that was him. And the other two girls that were behind him are her sisters. They're all in their twenties, but they don't live with Manaia and Junior" Kiuga informs Miguel, whose mouth is wide open as well as his eyes.

"Fuck's sake."

"Yeah well, better not fuck around with her or else her junkie ass siblings will come for you," David jokes.

Miguel sighs, taking off his jumper, revealing his tone arms and shoulders. His riled up self felt heat rush through his body. It was bad enough the AC in his room was broken.

"Well, I would never do that. All I know is that I like her, but I don't know if she likes me back," the heart broken boy says, a slight pout settling on his lips.

"Be for real, Migs," Kiuga teases. The nickname only sounded good when it came out of her mouth. Only hers. "And don't give me that 'Oh, she's just being nice' type bullshit. I give David a little kiss on the cheek when I drop him off home-"

"Wow, okay bye." David says, leaving the call.

Miguel rolls his eyes as Kiuga laughs out loud. "All I see is denial. Try talking to her more. I'll give you her username before I go sleep, I'll see you Monday." The boy finally says before leaving the call.

Miguel lets the silence in his room embrace him. A few minutes go by and all he can do is think about her. And maybe the dream. He remembers how she looked down at him in the dream, and sat in his lap. With just one touch, she already had him on his knees.

As for today, all she did was look up at him, and he felt his knees buck and his breath hitch. Fuck.

*buzz buzz*

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aluaigioukae: make sure theres no cookie calls ;))

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Hello esteemed scholars! I remember seeing something around tumblr about liam climbing up a ladder (or something like that) in order to see through the window noel up in their room with one of his girlfriends. but this sounds crazy so I don't know if my mind somehow made it up just bc I want it to be true lol. do you happen to have the quote? many thanks!

can't recall if it was mentioned in any officially published books, but we've seen it in this interview with noel's ex-fiance(!) diane:

But the couple's sex life never really took off. Noel shared a bedroom with Liam, who was then still at school.

"He was hopeless at chatting me up."

And his strict Irish mum Peggy wouldn't leave the lovers alone in the house. When Peggy went to Ireland at Christmas Noel, by then 21, was sent to stay with an aunt so he would behave.

But once Liam tried to catch the pair making love. Diane says: "Noel's mum was out and we were really alone together. But Liam came home early and we just held each other quietly and hoped he would not notice we were in. Then we heard a ladder scrape against the bedroom window. He was outside with all his mates. They were going to climb up to the window to catch us in bed together. Noel sprang up and shouted at him. That was typical of Liam - always a big-head, up to lots of tricks."

[fragilecapric0rnn]

FRIENDS AU Part 2: The One Where Eddie Copes

[part one]

[cross-posted to ao3] || word count: 3.3k

Eddie doesn’t know how long it takes for his soul to return to his body. 

It left as soon as his eyes and brain fully registered that he was suddenly in the presence of his high school crush. Right here, in the flesh, sitting in the middle of his friends in The Jittery. He can’t help but consider the fact that he may have been the one to summon him with his pathetic cry for his ex-girlfriend just moments before the incident. 

The casual, ‘You remember Eddie? From high school?’ comment from Robin sucker-punched Eddie right in the chest. The eye contact and shy smile that followed nearly sent Eddie into some sort of stress-induced cardiac arrest. 

He hardly registers the barely coherent story that Steve is trying to tell. Eddie watches him bring a glass of water to his mouth with shaky hands and tries not to stare at his lips. 

“I’m confused.” Jonathan says as Eddie starts to regain consciousness.  

Memories of his repressed gay awakening circa-1985 come flooding back with a vengeance. Sitting in the bleachers during gym class, watching this same guy flick off his t-shirt, dripping in sweat, shit-talking his opponents, shoving them around a little too rough for a gym class game of basketball. 

He adjusts how he’s sitting in the chair, right now, in 1993. Beating away the thoughts from the Ghost of Horny Moments Past, pushing away the potential for any unexplainable chubs as he tries to sit and listen to the man himself ramble about God-knows-what, soaking wet like a pathetic little kitten in the coffee shop. 

He’s going to throw up. 

Or pass out. 

Possibly both.

Thankfully, everyone’s attention is on the runaway bride, too distracted to notice that he’s in crisis. 

“It makes perfect sense to me.” Argyle shrugs, handing Steve a giant ceramic cup. 

“Just run it by us one more time.” 

Steve takes a comically large sip from his mug, holds the coffee in his cheeks, making them puff out and Eddie is convinced that this is some sort of punishment for all of his mistakes. 

“You know, they always told me that cold feet are normal. That’s what they all say about  getting married, that you get cold feet. Well, I realized when I woke up this morning, after having a very vivid and intense dream about Harrison Ford, that maybe my feet were never really that warm to begin with, ya know?” 

Everyone is nodding, as if they do know. Nancy has her eyebrows knitted together, Robin looks a bit too amused, Jonathan looks confused, and Argyle is casually dipping his tea bag into his mug, like this is a normal thing unfolding in front of them.

“Look, I was in a frat in college. I am very comfortable with my sexuality or whatever and I didn’t let the dream sway any decision making at that moment.”

Eddie resists the urge to ask him what exactly this sexuality is. 

“So it wasn’t Harrison…” Nancy presses, her hand motioning as if to say, 'Please continue this batshit story.'

“It wasn’t him,” He takes a sip from his mug, the rest of the group inches closer. “It happened about 10 minutes later, when Lola was knocking on my door, standing there in tears.”

“Fuck,” Robin drags out the word, Jonathan lets out a low whistle.

“Turns out, she also had lukewarm feet throughout most of our relationship. She wanted to call it off. And that’s when I knew we had to. Because any normal fiance would’ve freaked the fuck out, right? Would’ve started begging or pleading or yelling or something! But I had nothing. Nothing but relief.” 

The collective air in the room deflates. 

“So, we devised a plan. We’d both get ready, business as usual. And I’d be the one to sneak out of the bathroom window in the groom’s suite. Before we realized it was on the second story of the hotel.” 

He shrugs, as Eddie studies his attire a little closer, seeing he does have twigs and a smattering of leaves on his now-discarded jacket.

“Steve, I know you’re vulnerable and whatever,” Robin says, pausing when Nancy smacks her arm. “But, why here? Why us?” Motioning between her and Nancy.

He chuckles, eyes now looking down into his cup. Eddie can't help but stare at this very odd man sitting in front of him.

“I don’t know. I guess it was mostly because I knew you lived in the city. But there’s another part of me that knew you’d understand. You were one of the only people I’ve ever met that tried understanding me for me. Not what you wanted me to be.” 

And that's, wow. Why on Earth would he say something like that? Now Eddie has to cope with the fact that not only is this dude still hot, he sounds sweet as hell. 

“C’mon, let’s get you up to the apartment.” 

He can’t cope. 

- 

“Mom, you’re gonna need to stop crying or hand the phone back to dad.” Steve pleads. He's been on the phone for about an hour at this point, everyone else scattered around Nancy's apartment, listening.

Eddie, most of the shock worn off by now, is sitting at Nancy’s kitchen table, eating a pie straight from the tin and unable to tear his eyes away from the train wreck that is Steve Harrington, still in his damp clothes, but stripped down to an undershirt and the tux pants and no shoes or socks.

Watches him keep tugging hard at his hair every time a muffled yell comes out of the phone, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. 

No wonder this guy ran away. 

Robin sits backwards on the chair next to Eddie’s as Steve stumbles out of the window onto the terrace, where the rain has somewhat let up.  

“Do you think he’s gay?” He asks as soon as Steve is fully outside. 

“Definitely not straight." Robin plucks the fork from Eddie's hand.

Jonathan shrugs, sighing as he finally sets the change of clothes down on the table and takes a seat.. He has been holding a change of clothes from his apartment in his hands for at least a half hour, waiting for Steve to get off the phone with his parents. 

"I mean, who talks about Harrison Ford in the same breaths as explaining why you ran away from your wedding?” He says, stealing the fork from Robin. 

“I never think about Harrison Ford unless I’m watching him on tv. And even then I barely think about him.” 

“Does that answer your question?” 

Before Eddie can say, not really, his thoughts are interrupted by a commotion coming from the other side of the room where the bedroom doors are closed.

Nancy comes out of the spare room, curly hair frizzier than it had been on the way up the stairs from the coffee shop, rubbing her temples and pulling on her face as she joins the group in the living room. 

“Are they still arguing?” She asks, craning her neck to get a better look at him out on the terrace. He’s still gesturing wildly, doing a lot more yelling. 

“I think so?” Robin turns her head like a confused dog, watching him gesture wildly with his free hand. 

“One minute he’s telling his dad that he doesn’t want to live like him and then it sounds like his mom is crying, I think he talked to his old nanny at one point?” 

“His parents sound like a mess.” Eddie says, earning three different versions of a 'no-duh' look from his friends.

“Have you seen the apple? What kinda tree do you think it fell from?” Jonathan says, passing the fork back to Eddie, which is then snatched away by Nancy. She takes the pie tin from them, putting it back in the fridge. 

They can hear the window opening and Steve falling back inside, silent cursing to himself. 

“No dad, you listen!” All their heads snap in the direction of Steve. Once again, soaking wet. His face is red, his already big hair standing up in every direction, and an insane look on his eyes.

Are his pupils dilated?

“Fine! I don’t care, I don’t care anymore! Cut me off! I don’t care! You know what,” Steve struggles to get his wallet out of his pocket, pauses and just throws the wallet across the room. Muffled yelling comes from the phone. “I'm snapping my credit cards right fucking now!" 

"I’ll stay here, with Nancy and Robin and you can take that inheritance and shove it up your ass!” Steve hangs up the phone and throws it onto the loveseat next to him. 

No one moves. No one speaks. The air is still, but only for a moment.

“I think this is where the sitcom audience would clap.” Eddie forgot Argyle has been laying down on the couch this entire time. Steve’s red face suddenly looks sickly pale. 

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

Jonathan and Nancy hop up from their spots, Robin hands him a brown paper bag, and they guide him to the couch. Eddie watches this all unfold, lingering in the background. Not one for comfort, especially being the king of mommy and daddy issues, without the complicated mess of being a trust fund baby, he has nothing helpful to add. 

“It’s gonna be okay, just try taking deep breaths.” 

Steve nods, the paper bag inflating and deflating slower, but still rather fast. 

“Would it help if I sang a song?” 

The bag inflates and deflates even slower, everyone just sort of stares at Argyle. 

“Don’t worry, about a thing, because every little thing, is gonna be alright.” Steve slowly brings the paper bag down, rests his hand on Argyle’s forearm.  

“I think I’m okay now, thank you.” He visibly winces at the lackluster Bob Marley

“Don’t mention it, mon.” 

For some godforsaken reason, Steve looks right at Eddie as they make the same face, an eyebrow hiked up to their hairlines, the physical embodiment of a scoff without actually scoffing. All while making eye contact with each other. 

Eddie looks away quickly, jumping out of the chair so fast that it scrapes against the floor, startling everyone in the room. 

“What am I gonna do?” He sounds panicked. 

“We’re gonna help you figure it out,” Jonathan says, sat on the coffee table across from him. 

“You can stay here with me, Jonathan and Robin live across the hall, it’ll be fun.” Nancy is patting his arm. 

“But what about money? I have none of that!” 

“There are these things called jobs,” Eddie says, Nancy snaps her head around and damn-near snarls at him. Steve’s brown paper bag is back to inflating and deflating. 

The phone rings, saving Eddie from immediate doom via-Nancy Wheeler. 

Nancy looks at the time and is now the one to get up from her seat next to Steve like something bit her on the ass.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!”

“What's with all the shit, Wheeler?” Eddie asks, Nancy flipping him off as the phone continues to ring in her hand.

“I forgot to call Frank and cancel.”

“Who’s Frank?” 

“My date,” she says, immediately sending Eddie a scrunched up face and mouthing sorry.  

“Wait wait wait, Frank? As in, Frank the Creepy Paper Salesman?” Robin hops over the backside of the couch, falling into Nancy. The phone stops ringing. Nancy takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and looking up at the ceiling.

Creepy was a generous assessment of the piece of work that is Frank. Asking Nancy on dates ever since she started working at The Times, stopping by the office ad nauseam, so much so, he has become a regular fixture in the lore surrounding Nancy's office.

“Yes, that Frank.” 

“Is the dating well running that dry Nance? So dry you finally said yes to Frank the creepy paper salesman?” 

“Listen, he caught me in a momentary lapse of judgment.”

“Were you conscious during this lapse?” 

"Fully, I just. It's been a while since I'd been on a date and my mom would not stop pestering me about it on the phone literal minutes, seconds even, before Frank showed up to talk to my boss. So, when he did his usual creep routine of asking me out, I said yes."

“Was he as surprised as we are?” Eddie asks, Nancy nods, wincing. 

"And are you regretting the yes?"

"Fully!" 

The phone is ringing again. 

“Hello,” she answers, sounding like she has a congested nose. “Hi Frank, yeah, I’m not feeling that well. Yeah, maybe we can postpone. I’ll call you, yeah.” 

“I’m sorry Nancy, I know this was kinda my fault.” Steve’s voice continues to be muffled by the bag. 

“I can’t believe you thought I’d be upset about you going out with Frank the Creep.” Eddie sits back down in the kitchen chair. Is he really that fragile? Can his friends really not share their downfalls with him like they used to? 

“I don’t know! You freaked when Robin went on a date with Tam-” 

“Aht! Aht!” Robin waves her hands in the air, almost elbowing Steve. “We are not talking about my dating life. I am striking this down immediately!” 

“Point still stands, then. You’re still very upset about Michelle.” And the sound of her name feels like a cartoon anvil dropping inside of his stomach, dropping and dropping. 

“We are not gonna talk about Michelle right now.” He deadpans. 

“Who’s Michelle?” Steve asks, paper bag back in front of his face, inflating and deflating as he speaks.  All of the air has been kicked out of Eddie’s lungs. 

“Eddie’s ex,” Argyle whispers loudly, with no effort made to keep Eddie from hearing him. 

“We are not talking about Michelle right now!” Eddie yells. Everyone goes quiet. 

“Right now we are going to focus on getting Steve to stop breathing into a paper fucking bag!” 

To which they all look over at Steve, who is staring at everyone with wide eyes and the bag no longer dramatically inflating and deflating, just held to his mouth as he stares around the room. 

“I’m actually starting to feel a little better.” He says, into the bag. Inflating and deflating. 

-

-

-

Across the hall, Eddie has his feet kicked up on Jonathan and Robin’s couch, hands linked and resting on his stomach. His head in Robin’s lap and his feet on Jonthan’s lap, staring up at the ceiling where he can see a spaghetti stain splattered across the asbestos pattern. 

Jeopardy is playing in the background but none of them are paying attention. Argyle is sat on the floor, head close to Eddie’s as they all pass around a joint. 

“So, you let her take the TV, the bedroom set, and the living room set. What do you even have left at your place?” 

“Pots and pans?” 

“Dude,” Argyle blows a ring of smoke in the air. “That is so not cool.” He passes Eddie the joint.

“I felt bad. It’s my fault we’re in this situation.” 

“There are no faults, and yet you’re still punishing yourself.” Jonathan says, eyes glued to the TV, a familiar spacey look on his face. 

Argyle checks his watch and gets up from the floor, patting around his pockets. 

“Looks like it’s time for me to head out, Aunt Miriam is making midnight spaghetti and I wanna get there before her boyfriend eats all the garlic bread.” 

“Midnight spaghetti?” and “Your great aunt has a boyfriend?” are asked by Eddie and Robin respectively at the same time. 

“See ya man,” Jonathan yells as the door shuts behind him. 

Robin knocks on Eddie’s head lightly before pushing him off of her, stretching and yawning as she stands. 

“I’m gonna go raid Nance’s for some more beers,” He swings he feet off of Jonathan’s lap and stretches. 

“I’ll get your pillow and blankey situated,” Robin says. Eddie half turns to send her a salute before shutting the door, opening the one across the hall almost in one fell swoop. 

He doesn’t expect to see Steve still up, sitting at the same kitchen chair he spent most of the afternoon and evening in. Most of the color returned to face, a glass of wine and an open bottle on the table. 

“Hey,” He says, curious and careful

“Hi.” Steve smiles warmly at him, gesturing the bottle at him, Eddie takes it as an invitation. 

“You alright?” He grabs a wine glass from Nancy’s hanging glass rack. 

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep.” 

“Why? A lot on your mind?” Eddie takes the seat across form him. 

“You’re funny,” Steve fills Eddie’s glass. “I remember you being kinda funny in high school.” To that, Eddie fakes a dagger to the heart, startling Steve a bit, who is looking at Eddie with the same type of amusement that everyone looked at him with a few hours ago. 

“If seventeen-year-old-me heard you say that you remembered me at all from high school, there’d be an Eddie shaped hole in that door.” Eddie takes a swig from his wine, thanking whoever is in charge of the universe that it's red wine, giving him an explanation for the blush already blooming on his face. Well, a better explanation than a cute guy laughing at his silly jokes. 

“Of course I remember you, how could I forget all those lunchtime sermons about how cool and different you were and how lame and boring the rest of us were.” Steve says, not hiding how much it he seems to enjoy that the little walk down memory lane has started to make Eddie visibly cringe.

“Don’t remind me of that,” Eddie groans into his glass. 

“You seem a lot softer now.” 

Eddie drags his eyes up from where they were studying the knick in the the wood on the table, meeting Steve’s gaze. 

“You caught me at a soft time in my life, Harrington.”

“Right,” Steve leans back in his chair, brings his own glass to his lips, pausing to take a sip. “Your ex.” 

“Yep, my ex.” 

“Did she just, totally break your heart?” He asks, throwing Eddie off guard a bit. He didn't expect Steve to be so forward with his nosiness. Kinda respects it. 

“No, it was more like. I broke my own heart.” 

“What does that even mean?” 

He looks at Steve. Really looks at him, and can almost see the kindness actually spilling out of those pretty brown eyes, how he came to Robin and Nancy specifically to help him out, knowing that they would. 

“It means, I realized that she’s not really my type after all. After eight years together, I finally realized that I am g-” he clears his throat. 

“That I’m gay. No matter how much I love her, no amount is going to change the fact that I wasted both of our time.” 

Eddie can’t bear to look up at Steve, but feels his eyes on him. 

The glug glug sound of wine pouring out of the bottle breaks the silence, Eddie finally looks up. 

“You need it more than I do,” Steve says, taking a swig from the bottle, tipping it over the table to show that it’s now empty. 

This makes Eddie laugh. A full belly laugh that seems to be contagious, as Steve’s now laughing, a snort escaping his nose and mouth, making the two laugh even harder. 

“You guys, seriously?” Nancy comes out of her room, robe on and rollers in her hair. “Some of us have to work in the morning!” 

“Sorry Nance, we’ll keep it down.” 

“Sorry.” 

She looks at them, her face softens with look of mild bewilderment. Stands there for a few seconds longer than she otherwise would’ve, before wordlessly going back into her bedroom. 

“That reminds me, I need to get one of those.” Steve says as her door clicks shut. 

“One of what?” 

“A job, or something.” 

“I can put a good word in for you at a few places.” He says, taking a big gulp from the very full wine glass. 

“Thanks, Eddie.” 

He can’t help but think maybe, just maybe, he will be able to cope with Steve being around. 

[hoshinoyozora]

Warning of the Condemned

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Rook Hunt x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 2,4k+

❤ Warnings: Major character death

[Edited]

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When you had a bad experience with someone, it was hard not to apply it to other people.

You knew you were only hurting yourself with that kind of mindset, but you couldn’t forget the image of Ace Trappola, your ex husband, when Rook Hunt proposed to you. He was famous, or infamous to some people, for his deep appreciation for everything and everyone he met. He complimented his suitors extravagantly yet nonchalantly, leaving them in a state of confusion and flattered. Gossips about his actions traveled to almost every social event until the nobles were split to two groups; the skeptics and the bulldozers.

Although you were neither of those groups, you still doubted his loyalty. If he could praise those yearning ladies so easily, then how long would it take until he fall for one of them too? There was also a problem about why he chose you, a mere widow, out of all the single virgins in the kingdom. But it wasn’t as if you could reject his proposal, either. Although he wasn’t the heir, he was still the prince and there was a pressure from both the king and your parents to accept. The former because Rook had been single for far too long, and the latter being the bulldozer group. Divorce might not be uncommon, but it still stained your reputation somewhat and your parents would do anything to improve it.

Even if it meant forcing you to marry this elusive prince.

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

You peered through your lashes, swaying and twirling back and forth in a dance that seemed to be endless under the judging eyes of the audience. You wondered why he asked you, when his smile clearly conveyed his knowledge. Then, you looked down thoughtfully.

“Everything still feels so surreal to me, Your Highness, so please give me a bit more time to adjust.”

A distraction, not quite a lie, to hide the truth. Once again, Rook humored you.

“Oui. Do take all the time you need, Mademoiselle. We have an eternity together, after all.”

You stiffened, tightening your grip on his gloved hand instinctively. Well, just because he said that, didn’t mean he’d be loyal, right? Marriages with the royals just so happened to be more binding than with the nobles.

“Of course, it doesn’t mean I will stop striving for your trust.” he simpered. “I do hope you remember my proposal, Mademoiselle.”

Yes, you remembered it alright. A fancy carriage stopped in front of your gate on one morning; the barrier between the rich and the poor, the curiosity of public and the privacy of family. Out came Rook Hunt, in his white and gold attire. His canary yellow hair shone brighter under the sunlight despite the white feather hat he seemed to love wearing. A pair of hunter green eyes pinpointed your flabbergasted face from the window, and a cheerful smile, as though oblivious to his mistake, curled his lips.

It was obvious that your whole family was thrown into chaos. Your mother wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and forced you to dress up as quickly and neatly as you could. Vaguely, you heard your father tittering as he welcomed Rook downstairs, and the latter’s flamboyant voice that drowned out all the greetings and polite questions. Glancing at the opened windows of your room, you were tempted to jump out just to avoid talking with him. It didn’t matter if you were already drilled with manners and pleasantries since childhood, you still disliked sudden visits.

Especially not from the royalty, who should’ve sent a letter beforehand.

Unless this was an investigation?

You shook your head. No, as far as you were concerned, your father had never done anything unsavory. At least, you hoped so. If he did, the knights would’ve come here by themselves. There was no reason why Rook would single you out when he’d never done that to other families.

Needless to say, your current dress wasn’t the best one, especially to receive such an important guest. But your mother was, fortunately, far more distracted by Rook’s arrival than your appearance. She urged you to sit on a chair, not quite facing him, yet still be the center of his attention anyway. You were reminded of all the Royal parties you’d attended, and, hell, even your own wedding. He was there; in the ballroom, in the garden, and in the church. Sometimes dancing, sometimes talking, sometimes drinking, but always staring. It was the main reason why you hated attending those parties, and which feeling bled to the casual events because you had a lingering suspicion that he’d be there somehow.

If he even came to your wedding when the royals were absent, despite the invitation being a courtesy at best, then what stopped him from coming to the events that were unrelated to him? He was the prince, after all, and a shameless one at that.

Still, Rook appeared unbothered by his own creepiness as he lowered himself to one knee and opened a velvet case. The diamond ring glinted like a grim reaper, and the proposal echoed like hell.

“Would you join me in the altar and create a happy life together, Mademoiselle? I vow – with my entire heart, body, and soul – that I will be loyal to you. Forever and ever.”

He smiled up at you with those sharp eyes that seemed to know more than they let on. Than you weren’t willing to admit. You knew it’d be hard to hide secrets, especially one as big as a divorce, from other people, but you thought you could at least pretend that Rook didn’t know about it. Really, there shouldn’t be any reason why he had to concern himself with you. Not even his parents cared much about the divorce of some noblewoman.

And yet, here he was, kneeling in front of you while your mother fainted behind you.

So, of course, you accepted it. You had to. If your father’s eager whisper and Rook’s knowing smile didn’t pressure you enough, the letter from the king sure did.

Then, Rook apologized for the ‘lackluster’ proposal, as though your mother’s reaction didn’t mean anything, and promised to hold a grand party to ‘repay’ it. Grand was certainly an understatement to describe the state of the ballroom right now, which gave more authenticity to your overall feeling of it being ‘surreal’.

“Let’s see. Perhaps I should start with him?”

He spun you until your eyes landed on your ex husband, Ace Trappola. He was watching through the crowd, one hand wrapped around his new fiancée’s waist while the other nursed a glass of wine. Since your first meeting with him, you already knew he was still childish. Marriage was too big of a responsibility to him, so you weren’t really surprised by his infidelity. Still, it didn’t mean your feelings weren’t hurt. A warm and loving marriage might be rare in your society, but you still expected some degree of loyalty from him.

“What are you going to do to him?” you whispered.

“Whatever you want me to do, I shall carry it out to the best of my ability.”

“Don’t be silly.” you scoffed. “We’ve separated amicably.”

“Oh, mon amour. What a huge heart you have, forgiving a delinquent who toyed with your feelings like a fiddle. Truly, your kindness knows no bounds.”

You merely huffed, unsure of how to respond. To his flattery, determination, or the implication that he was willing to do anything you ordered? You didn’t know anymore. He was just as romantic as he was enigmatic, and you feared the day would come when you had to betray him once you found out about his secrets. The day where you became no better than your own ex.

And his attempts at gaining your trust didn’t just stop at that dubious statement. Every day, Rook never failed to give you presents and praises. From your beauty, personality, down to the tiniest quirk you didn’t know you had. Now, you understood what those noblewomen felt whenever he complimented them; flattered yet confused.

Except, this time, he didn’t do it nonchalantly.

No, instead, he attacked you with all of his best weapons, but you were still too hurt and suspicious to lower your defense.

Although, right now, you wondered if you were better off resigning yourself to his attacks much sooner.

“What…?” you whispered, fearing that a loud voice might just burst the illusion created by your shocked brain. That maybe, just maybe, you were seeing things. “What is the meaning of this?”

Slowly, you withdrew to the iron door that separated you from the blissful world and gripped the cool handle. Ace and his fiancée hung on rusty chains, wounded and bruised beyond comprehension. Beside them, Rook stood with a proud smile as if presenting his masterpiece.

“My judgment to those who betrayed you, of course.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this!”

“You only said that I shouldn’t do anything ‘silly’. This, in my opinion, is far from silly.”

You didn’t expect that he’d use your words against you, but then again, did you really know him at all? Aside from his flamboyance, he kept everything else under wrap. In fact, you realized that you’d never seen his sadness. His anger was already a rarity in itself.

“So, what?” you inquired, voice shaking from the dread of his next actions. “Are you going to kill them now?”

Rook hummed in mock questioning and cocked his head.

“Do you want me to?”

Would you? Ace was a cheating bastard, loving that woman just because they had similar positions as a duke’s child and you a marquis’s. But other than that, and his occasional mischief, he’d never really done anything harmful to you. To torture them, or even kill them, would seem too cruel.

“No, please don’t. If people found out about this, they…”

Maybe you didn’t really care about their lives. Maybe you cared more about your reputation, just like any other noble. But it was still better than sentencing them to their graves, right?

“They?” Rook drawled, urging you to continue.

You gulped.

“They’d think I’m the one who killed them.”

“What if they found out that I’m the killer instead?”

What would happen? Surely, he wasn’t careless enough as to stain his own image for you, right? And yet, looking at his cavalier face now, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t mind it. Maybe he’d even find a way to turn everything into an advantage for you both. He was resourceful like that.

“I… I don’t know. A mere infidelity sounds a bit too… insignificant for such a big revelation.”

His smile changed, and with it, you felt like you were making a fool of yourself now.

“Mon ange.”

You grimaced at the nickname, deeming yourself undeserving of the meaning.

“Infidelity is never ‘insignificant’ enough for me to turn a blind eye to, especially if it involves you.” he mused. “But to the public, I have enough evidence of their conspiracy to replace my sibling as the leader with their own candidate, who is his own brother, to punish them properly.”

You gasped, torn between believing him and being skeptical. But, so far, Rook had never lied to you. Otherwise, he would’ve done that when he spotted you lingering in the entrance of the dungeon due to a man’s scream, which apparently belonged to Ace.

And the reason why he twisted your words was to avoid him lying, too.

“So, all this time, it wasn’t just because he loves her more than me? They’re actually… accomplices?”

“Indeed. Their romance is but a front for a dark secret underneath. It’d be most unfortunate if they were a couple from the start, but alas, fate just had to move this way.”

If that was the case, then what about him? Was his ‘romantic’ attempt a front too? Would he have proposed to you if you didn’t marry Ace at all? Would you have accepted him faster?

“… Why are you doing this?”

“I told you,” he simpered. “I won’t stop striving for your trust. Unlike him, I’m not the type to break my own promise, let alone the holy vow of marriage.”

You knew. You knew that all too well. From that grand engagement party, daily presents and praises, he wasn’t the type to give up on things he was interested in. Or someone. You never rejected him, either. You couldn’t, and that just gave him all the opportunities to win you over.

Which was why you weren’t surprised by their execution a week later. The gallows faced your way, and Ace was staring at you with a painful mixture of betrayal, hurt, and exhaustion from the seat on the right; the traditional ‘seat of honor’ in an execution. He opened his mouth, and you wished you couldn’t see or understand his words.

“Be careful with Rook.”

Even after all this time, he still cared about you enough to warn you.

You looked away, trying not to see the way his ankles and wrists were bound by manacles, and the white cloth that tied his arms to the sides and his ankles and thighs together. You tried to comfort yourself with the fact you didn’t know about his schemes until recently, and that everything was still his fault, even as you saw the guard finally put a white bag over his head through your peripheral vision. Then, Ace moved a few feet to the noose until he was fully positioned on the drop. The rest of his family stood beside him, but unlike him, they didn’t look at you or the Royal Family. They were too ashamed.

Suddenly, Rook leaned towards you and smiled pacifyingly.

“As expected, you retain your huge heart until you refuse to witness this fateful day. Worry not, I will not subject you to his misfortune any further.”

Because he was already your misfortune now.

You closed your eyes, trying not to imagine the way Ace’s stomach heaved and legs quivered when a few knights knocked out the supports holding the drops in place.

“Be careful with Rook.”

If only he said it much earlier.

If only he didn’t cheat on you.

Rook held your hand and looked at you knowingly.

“Do you trust me now, mon ange?” he asked, smile widening and eyes darkening. “Or should I strive even more?”

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I kinda, maybe slept with your bestfriend (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Warning: Tiny smudge of smut

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"Hey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/n."

"You uh you're Tobin's girlfriend?" The voice I hadn’t heard for a long time asked. I froze next to Tobin briefly before clearing my throat. This was not what I expected when I met Tobin’s team. Things were about to get awkward.

"Christen? Hi."

Tobin looked between us confused as I stood there awkwardly. Anyone would be awkward if they just found out their girlfriend and their ex almost girlfriend were teammates and best friends. "Wait, you two know each other?"

"Kinda yeah, it's uh good to see you again."

After a few minutes of small talk, Tobin excused us and pulled me away from them, "What was that?"

"There's something you should probably know."

"Please tell me you didn't date my bestfriend." I was quiet for a few seconds, trying to think of how to explain the situation. "Y/n."

"We didn't really date. We uh slept together a couple of times though."

Tobin looked less than pleased at my confession. She took a step back, arms crossed over her chest, "You slept with her? When? Is that all it was?"

"About 2 years ago. It was going to go further, but I was put undercover before anything more could happen. I didn't have time to tell her, by time I came back, I had lost her number and I couldn't find her."

"You didn't think to tell me?"

"Tobin, I didn't know who she was to you. When you talked about her, I never made the connection."

She scoffed turning to walk away, "Sure."

I grabbed her arm, but she shrugged me off, "Tobin wait, I wasn't hiding this from you. Don't walk away from me."

"You slept with my best friend."

"I hadn't even met you when it happened. You can't be mad at me for that."

"You didn't tell me."

"How was I supposed to know who she was to you? You never introduced me to her, never showed me or posted any photos of her. Maybe if you weren't ashamed and hadn't kept me a secret for so long, I would have told you sooner."

"Y/n."

"No. Call me when you're ready to talk about this properly." I stopped in front of the group on my way out, "I have to go, it was nice to meet you."

---

It had been a day since the fight with Tobin, I hadn't talked to her and she hadn't contacted me. We were supposed to be sharing a room while they were at camp since I had taken time off work. Instead, I had gotten my own room last night. I was hurt that Tobin thought I would lie to her or keep something like this from her. Since we started dating, I had made sure to always be honest with her even if it would cause a fight, the only time I ever withheld the truth was when I was organising a surprise which also wasn't often. I was getting ready to leave the hotel when I saw Christen walking up to me.

"Hey, you alright?"

"I'm fine, just going to get some lunch."

"I was hoping we could talk? About what happened between us."

We sat down on a bench in the lobby, both quiet for a bit until I spoke up, "I'm sorry Christen."

"What for? Obviously you weren't interested, we weren't together, you had no obligation to tell me. Would have been nice to know you already had a girlfriend though."

"Whoa hold up. Tobin and I weren't together then, I'm not a cheater. For the record I was very interested in you Christen. You remember how I told you about that big case I was working back then?" Christen nodded, "I can't go into detail, but something big came up suddenly, I was sent undercover. I had less then 5 minutes from the time I was told to the time I had to go. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I didn't have time. The stakes outweighed what I wanted."

"What about after? You could have called me. I just, it would have been nice to get an explanation."

I rest my hand on her knee, squeezing before dropping it back to my side, "I know, I'm sorry. A lot of things happened, my phone was busted. I lost your number, I tried to find you, but we hadn't told each other our last names yet. I didn't watch soccer, I didn't know who you were. I didn't even know who Tobin was until she told me."

"It's okay Y/n, things happen. I admit, it sucked at the time, but I'm glad you're happy. Tobin is a great person."

An involuntary smile made it's way onto my face at the thought of Tobin. She always made me smile no matter what was happening. If I had a shit day she was the one I could count on to make it better, at least for a little bit. A frown appeared once I remembered that we weren't talking. I hated it more than anything, "She is, although she's not happy with me right now. Are you happy?"

"I am, I have a beautiful girlfriend now. Tobin will come around, she just needs time to process. I mean it's got to be a lot finding out that your girlfriend and your bestfriend slept with each other. Look, I don't want to overstep, but we heard a bit of your argument. Tobin's not ashamed of you, she didn't keep you a secret, we knew she had a girlfriend. Tobin talked about you all the time at camps, she wouldn't show photos or anything, but she talked about you."

"Then why did it take her so long to introduce us? Why didn't she show you photos? That doesn't really make me think she's not."

"That is something you need to talk to her about."

"I will once she apologizes."

Christen laughed, shaking her head, "You're a bit stubborn huh?"

"Normally, no. Tobin and I don't fight often. When we do, we talk it out. She crossed a line this time. I get that she was surprised, shocked or whatever she was, but I will not tolerate her accusing me. I've never been anything, but honest with her, if I knew who you were to her, she would have known. That's enough of this though, I'm not going to put you in the middle. It's really is nice seeing you again even if the circumstances are a lot different."

"You too Y/n."

Tobin walked up, stopping in front of us, posture tense as she looked between us, "What are you two talking about?"

I stood up, arms crossing over my chest, "You're really going to be that person Tobin?"

She sighed, relaxing a little bit, "No, I'm not. It doesn't matter, you can talk about whatever you want. I'm sorry Y/n. "

"We were talking about why I disappeared, I figured she was owed an explanation."

She bit her lip, looking at Christen then back at me, "Can we talk?"

I kissed her cheek softly, "Give me an hour or so, I need to do some stuff"

Tobin frowned, but quickly changed to a small smile. I knew it was a front to hide her disappointment which made me feel bad, but it was too late now, I had already committed, "Work?"

"Unfortunately, I know I said I wouldn't, but they called me yesterday after our fight. Guess it was payback of sorts. After this I'm all yours for 3 weeks."

She pulled me closer, I didn't fight her instead kissing her slowly. It had been a long time since we went more than a few hours without a kiss or a hug. It sucked big time. I pulled away, placing another quick kiss to her lips before leaving.

---

"Hey ladies, you seen Tobin?"

"Hey Y/n, last we saw she's in your room. Bailed on dinner and drinks so she could be here when you got back."

"Thank you, we'll join you for a drink later."

Tobin was sitting on the bed, leg bouncing and fidgeting when I walked in. I sat down next to her, but she just sat there, not saying anything. I nudged her shoulder gently, "I promised your team we would get drinks with them later so talk."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I was out of line. I overreacted, said stuff I didn't mean. I know you would have told me if you knew who she was. I just, I got jealous at the idea of you being with her."

"Why? You know that I love you Tobin. You know that you're the only one I want or at least I thought you did."

Tobin wouldn't look at me, her fingers seemingly the most interesting thing in the world, "I do, I just-"

My fingers laced with hers when she cut herself off. She was nervous, something I didn't see very often. It honestly made me worried, "Toby, talk to me."

"She's gorgeous, funny, smart, she's an amazing person. I got insecure, with what you've told me in the past, she's exactly your type."

"Maybe she is and yes she is everything you said, but Tobin it doesn't mean anything. You are all of those things and more. My type is your laugh, your smile, the way you cuddle closer to me when you are about to wake up, the way you scrunch your nose when you wake up, the way you kiss me softly except when I'm leaving for work and you kiss me with so much love and passion. Tobin, I could go on all day. My point is, while yes Christen may have been my type in the past, you are my type, you are the one I want. Besides. we both have girlfriends."

Tobin wrapped her arms around, "I'm sorry, I know that, I never meant to make you feel like I didn't trust you, I do. I trust you more than anything Y/n. Wait, Christen has a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, maybe I wasn't supposed to tell you that." I pulled her in for a soft kiss, my forehead resting against hers, "You're forgiven Toby."

She groaned, pulling me down so we were lying on the bed, "You're going to call me that in front of everyone aren't you?"

I smirked, straddling her waist, "You're my Toby, of course I am. Unless you uh don't want me to."

"No, I won't admit it to anyone else, but I like it when you call me that, only you though." Tobin ran her hands up my thighs before speaking again, "What you said about me being ashamed and keeping you a secret, I never kept you a secret. They all knew about you. The only reason I didn't introduce you was because of timing issues, I wanted to, but our schedules never lined up properly. I'm definitely not ashamed of you Y/n, I've been so excited for them to meet you. I just don't like showing your picture."

"If you're not ashamed of me then why Tobin? I don't understand."

"What you do scares me Y/n, you go undercover all the time, your life is dependent on people not knowing who you are. Of course I trust them, but I'm scared I'm going to show it to the wrong person or the world is going to find out. That scares me, I can't have you getting hurt."

"Come here," I whispered pulling her so she was sitting up and I could hug her. This was the first time Tobin had showed or said anything like that before. I knew she worried about me when at work, but never realised how much it affected her. "I'm sorry Tobin, I wish you would have told me sooner. I never realised how much it scared you. I can cut down if you want me to."

"No, no baby I would never ask you to do that. I know how much you like it. This was something I knew going into this relationship with you."

"I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't okay with it, there are other aspects of the job I like just as much. Just think about it okay?"

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Toby, now we need to go."

Tobin kissed my neck, hands trailing up my thighs. "Do we have to?"

I stopped her hands, lacing her fingers with mine and pushing her away, "Nice try, but I didn't make a very good first impression so come on. We can do this later."

Tobin groaned, but kissed me quickly and let me get up. I quickly got changed into black jeans, maroon button up and a leather jacket. It was a look I knew drove Tobin crazy, my own little bit of payback. She tried again to get us to stay in, but I just chuckled, "Don't start being a brat now Toby." I warned pulling her out of the room.

She smirked, placing a kiss on my cheek, "Wouldn't dream of it."

---

We arrived at the bar where Tobin's teammates were. I was quickly introduced to them properly this time before being bombarded with questions about myself, my job, even the situation with Christen. I avoided that last topic though, figuring it was too soon to bring that one up. Tobin rest her hand discreetly on my thigh the entire night, both as a comfort and a way to work me up when she moved her hand higher. The small smirk told me she knew what she was doing. I reached my hand over, gently digging my nails into her thigh, a warning to stop. I saw her shudder slightly before I laced our fingers together, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Do you want me to come Toby?" I knew she would be okay by herself, but I always worried about her especially in bars. It was something I couldn't help, not after the things I'd seen happen in places like this. She nodded before pulling me up. I waited outside the stall for her to finish and wrapped my arms around her when she was washing her hands, "I told you not to be a brat, I had plans that I might need to rethink now."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be."

"Tell me how that works Toby? I saw the smirk on your face, you knew what you were doing."

"You know how I get when I'm nervous."

I spun her around, hands finding her hips, thumb stroking her hip bone, "Why are you nervous baby?"

"You're meeting my team, properly this time. I want them to like you, I want you to like them."

"It's going okay isn't it? We seem to be getting along. You don't need to be nervous."

Tobin nodded before kissing me softly, "I'm sorry I was a brat, plea-"

I ran my fingers along her cheek, then down her throat, the outline of her breasts and her stomach until I reached the waist band of her pants. She let out a shaky breath, hand resting on my wrist, "You're forgiven, I'll let you off this time. Doesn't mean I'm not going to get a little punishment in though." I turned her around again so her back was flush against my front. Before I did anything, I locked the door then slipped my hand into her pants, the other slipping under her shirt to cup her breast. She moaned quietly, head resting back on my shoulder. I knew we didn't have much time without being questioned so I circled her clit quickly. She was quick to turn into a moaning mess, hips bucking for more, close to falling over the edge. I stopped before she could though, removing my fingers and kissing her cheek softly. She pleaded to finish, but I silenced her with a kiss, "That wouldn't be a punishment now would it? Get cleaned up, I'll meet you out there."

"Everything okay? You guys were gone for a while, where's Tobin?" Christen asked when I sat back down.

"There was a little bit of a line and Tobin just needed some reassurance, she's taking a minute."

"Reassurance for what?"

I contemplated what to tell them for a second before deciding it was better then them knowing what we had done in the bathroom for Tobin's sake. What we did in the bedroom was something she never wanted anyone to know, "She's nervous, about us meeting and getting along. Don't tell her I told you."

"You two seem good for each other even if the first time we met you guys got into a fight," Kelley spoke up with a quiet laugh.

"It doesn't happen very often. I just want you to know that I care about Tobin a lot, I love her. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her."

They looked at me for a few seconds before smiles appeared, "Good, you can stay I guess."

A hand was placed on my shoulder and a kiss to my head, "Where are you staying?"

"With you. I got the tick of approval." Tobin smiled widely, pecking my lips quickly and sitting back down.

"So how did you two meet?"

"I was working a crime scene at a coffee shop when Tobin wandered in, clueless of what was going on. We talked a bit, until my boss started giving me looks so I had to make her leave, but I gave her my card."

"You wandered into a crime scene?"

"You actually called her?

"To be fair, I hadn't had coffee yet and no I didn't, I chickened out."

"It was pretty disappointing actually, I don't give my card out to just anyone. We met again when Tobin's apartment got broken into, once the case was over, I just straight up asked her out. The rest is history I guess. She's stuck with me now."

Tobin kissed my cheek softly, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

[hypersonic04]

Part Three:

Part three, enjoy! Also, two things - I listened to False God by Taylor Swift on repeat as I wrote this, and I feel like things are moving fast between the two of them but I really struggle to write stuff where they aren't flirty so I'm sorry for the sudden progression.

Word count: 2,547

"We're having a get-together kind of thing tonight, by the way. Feel free to come," Adam mentions as we head out of the studio. Yet again, we've stayed far too late, editing and cutting bits of recordings together and changing lyrics. This has become a routine, of sorts, over the past three weeks.

"I might take you up on that offer, if you don't mind." I smile.

"It's just a thing for the label, drinks and stuff. I'll send you the details and everything."

We say our goodbyes, heading home in my now-fixed car, thank God. I don't think I could have coped with any more awkward car journeys with Ross.

Unsurprisingly, he's remained very involved over the past few weeks. It's taken every ounce of willpower in me to not walk out most days. If it's not a riff I've suggested, it's the way I've crossed out a line on a piece of paper.

Once I get home and Adam has sent me the address to the bar we're meeting at, I begin to get ready in a rush. Clouds of perfume and hairspray fill the room. I hurry my make up and haphazardly curl my hair, deciding that the messy look I've unintentionally managed to create is part of the cool-girl vibe I'm attempting to emulate. The black v-neck and leather mini-skirt seem appropriate for the event, yet I find myself overthinking everything when I remember that he's going to be there. Shoving my feet into some platform Doc's, I call a cab and wait.

The bar is so cool. Neon lights, moody chandeliers, a great playlist - the exact type of spot you would expect Matty to pick. I can already tell it's busy in there as the car pulls up, groups of people dangerously close to spilling drinks as they laugh and talk between themselves. The boom of the speakers buzzes under my feet as I make my way in, slipping past people and heading straight for the bar, feeling like the only sober person in there.

"What can I get you?"

I feel my mouth fall open as I recognise the bartender.

"Tom, oh my god!" I smile, half unsure how to navigate this situation. It's not every day that your ex-boyfriend serves you in a bar.

"Nice to see you too." He grins and I struggle to find words. "How have you been?"

"I've been good, yeah, really good." I smile, nodding. "How about you?"

"Yeah, same." He purses his lips in a soft, almost relieved smile. Our split was amicable - it hadn't been working for a while, and it made no sense for us to carry on trying to make it work.

"Are you here alone?" He frowns with a strange sort of chuckle escaping his lips.

"No," I laugh breathlessly, "It's a work thing."

"A work thing, huh?" He grins as he starts making a drink. I nod awkwardly, not really wanting to elaborate, for some reason. I'm not sure why, it's not like he can't know, right? Why wouldn't I want to tell him about the boys?

He hands me a cocktail glass filled to the brim with something that looks like it's going to give me a headache. I wince at it without even trying it.

"It's good, I promise," He gives me a toothy smile. "It's on the house."

"Tom, I can't let you give me this for free."

"Yes, you can. Consider it a 'congratulations on the work thing'." He runs a hand through his black hair and nods at me, and I realise that he won't take no for an answer as he shoos me away.

"Well, thank you." I tilt my head to the side and smile, leaving to find the table.

I spot them across the other side of the room, immediately noticing the huge smile on Ross' as he talks to Matty about something. They're sat at a table full of empty beer bottles already, and an ice bucket filled with Prosecco in the middle.

"You made it!" Matty immediately breaks off his conversation with Ross when he spots me making my way over.

"I made it." I laugh, accepting his hug and making a conscious effort not to spill my drink down the back of his very-expensive-looking suit jacket.

"Who were you talking to at the bar, eh?" He teases as he pulls away.

"None of your business." I joke. He raises his eyebrows with a smirk and I shake my head, swatting his assumptions away immediately. "It was my ex-boyfriend, it was nothing."

"Guys, Iris' ex-boyfriend works here." he decides to announce to the table. Adam lets out an airy chuckle in reply, shaking his head.

I notice Ross take a swig from the bottle of Desperado in his hand, avoiding eye contact as I glance at him. His broad shoulders are tense as he darts his eyes around the room, or rather it feels like anywhere else except me.

"Maybe he'll give us free drinks for the rest of the night." Jamie suggests, joining in on the conversation.

"Do not use my ex-boyfriend as a means of saving money, you cheapskates." I laugh, taking a seat on the plush, green sofa pushed up against the wall. Ross is sat across the table from me, and I realise that not only has the wide smile he'd had on his face disappeared, but that he was also yet to say anything upon my arrival.

The drinks flow easily, and I find myself downing cocktail after cocktail, swaying along to the music and having a good time. A recipe for disaster, really.

Looking down at my glass, I realise it's empty. The drinks had, in fact, been free all night, courtesy of Tom, and mojitos on the house is not a good thing for me to have knowledge of.

"Back again already?" He smirks from the other side of the bar, that familiar shiny, white grin making me giggle.

"Mhm, you know it," I joke. "Same again, please."

"Do you remember that time we got drunk on mojitos?" He smiles as he shakes the mixer back and forth.

"Yeah, I do." Blush rises in my cheeks as I recall the evening. The smirk on his face suggests that he does as well.

"Maybe we could go out again some time? Get drunk on cocktails again, like the good old days?"

Before I can stumble around his offer, I feel a hand on the small of my back.

"You alright?" His voice vibrates through my body as he looms beside me, looking down at me with a strange look in his eye.

"Uh, yeah," I manage to get out, my throat feeling as though it's closing up. "This is Tom. Tom, this is Ross." I say for some reason.

They exchange an awkward smile, and I recognise the look on Tom's face, the same one he used to get when random men would try chatting me up at the bars in university. I want to protest that he doesn't have to be jealous, that Ross and I aren't together, but it's like my brain can't form a sentence, as if it almost likes the idea of it.

"Are you sure you want any more to drink?" Ross says lowly, his hand still on my back firmly. It's like somehow, despite the fabric covering my body, his rough fingertips are burning into my skin.

"Yes, Ross. Actually, I do want more to drink." I turn away from him, that familiar feeling of aggravation from his comment rising again. I turn back to Tom with what I think is a flirty grin, however it could just be the alcohol surging me with a foreign confidence. "Is there a way you can make a double mojito?" I giggle, resting my palms flat on the bar top and tilting my head.

"Anything for you." He replies, subtly winking at me.

I glance at Ross, meeting his stare. My eyes dart between his and I swallow heavily, the dim light of the bar casting shadows over his features. He's wearing a white button up, contrasting with the blackness his eyes seem to be pouring into me, his rolled up sleeve and tattooed forearm on the same bar top I feel myself leaning into. He doesn't look away from me, and I watch as his pale lips part slightly.

"Double mojito." Tom's cheery voice tears me out of the black hole I felt like I was slipping into. I see Tom looking between the two of us, his lips pursed in a way that makes it seem like he's interrupting something.

"I'll pay." Ross moves his arm in front of me, holding his card to the reader.

Before I can object, Tom has the card reader held out to him, avoiding my eye line. It's like he's making some kind of point, whether that be to himself or me, and it infuriates me. He can't stand the thought of not being in control, whether that be of the band, my ideas, God knows what.

"Thank you." I smile apologetically and take the glass, spilling a little over the edge.

Ross reaches his hand out to steady mine, his fingers warm on my skin as he softly supports the glass. His eyes are trained on the drink between our hands, and I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows stiffly.

"I can hold my own glass, Ross." I try to speak with conviction, mirroring the same sarky tone he always takes with me, but I can't. My voice comes out quiet, low.

"I know you can."

It's like we're magnets - he does everything in his power to repel me, to be my opposite in every sense, but somehow, it attracts me further, and I don't know why. He's so tall as he stands in front of me, so broad like some kind of shield from the rest of the slowly-emptying bar.

I look up at him through my lashes and the proximity that we're in makes me so much more aware of the amount I've had to drink. My head is swimming, yet somehow, he's steady in front of me.

"I can't talk to you when I'm like this." I say, slipping past him and making my way back. He stays there for a few moments and I watch his shoulders rise then fall, a sigh leaving his lips. I wonder whether he felt like he couldn't breathe then, too.

I sit cross-legged on the sofa, next to George, and despite being able to take my mind off of him earlier, it's like he's the only other person in the room now. Watching him over the rim of the glass as I take a rather large sip, we make eye contact, and I feel like the air is being sucked out of my lungs. I firmly place the glass back on the marble table before me, the sound louder than I had intended with my drunken clumsiness, and leave to get some fresh air.

I gasp for air when I get outside. The air bites at my bare legs, a cool breeze brushing my hair back. I curse myself for allowing these feelings to consume me in the way they are. In the studio, I can focus, I can distract myself from his clear disapproval of me, his need to control the decisions the band makes and push me out, but when it's just the two of us? A whole different story.

I hear the door swing open, the music flowing from the bar to the smoking area I'm currently stood in, and I know that there's only one person who could push a door open with such certainty. I think back to the first time Ross and I met.

"Can you just, I don't know, not follow me out?" I say slightly louder than I expected my voice to come out, turning around on my heel and lightly throwing my arms in the air.

"Sorry, I just-" He cuts himself off.

We stand in silence, his hands shoved in his pockets and mine crossed in front of me.

"Why did you buy my drink?" The question leaves my mouth before I can contemplate it's consequences.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he wipes a hand across his beard and looks at the ground.

"Answer me, Ross."

"I didn't think it was right that he was giving us all of the drinks for free."

"Bullshit." I laugh sarcastically. "You wouldn't even pay extra for Matty's oat milk last week."

I shake my head and kick the toe of my boot into the ground, wondering whether it would be best for me to just leave. He looks as uncomfortable as I feel.

"Why are you out here, Ross?" I sigh.

"I don't know. I just followed you out, I couldn't help it."

My stomach knots as I watch him. His face is serious when he looks up at me.

"You had no right to question how much I've had to drink."

"You've had a lot."

"No, I haven't, and even if I had, it's none of your business."

"You had a full bottle of white wine to yourself."

"Why are you keeping track?"

"Iris."

The way he says my name catches me off guard. I like it. It's the fact that he rarely says it at all, choosing to ignore my mere existence 90% of the time.

"Ross." I repeat his name back to him in an attempt to bring my consciousness back, the feeling in my legs, even.

"You need to go home."

"I don't need to go anywhere."

I storm towards the door, but the thick sole of my shoe catches on the slightly risen slab beneath me.

The first thing I notice is how firm his grip is on my arm when he catches me, the size of his hands. I realise I'm gripping equally as firmly onto his biceps when I look at the proximity of our bodies. My chest is virtually pressed to his, the tips of our noses only inches apart, and I hold my breath.

"Iris, I-"

"Fucking hell, I thought you'd both gone missing or something, Was about to sort out a search party."

Matty drunkenly laughs at his own joke, stood in the doorway of the bar, hair dishevelled and his tie now hanging loosely from his neck.

Ross immediately lets go of me, taking a step back like we're teenagers that have been walked in on by a parent or something. I blush at both the moment we just had and also how distinctly embarrassed he seemed by it, moving away from me quickly.

"Are you coming back in, or not?" Matty furrows his eyebrows.

"I think I'm going to head home, actually." I say, avoiding the glance Ross gives me.

"Already? It's only... shit, it's 1AM." He giggles again, turning around and reentering the bar before I can even reply.

I don't give Ross the opportunity to make this any more tense or awkward. Crossing my arms across my chest and turning around, I leave him standing in the smoking area, taking back control of the situation with the knowledge that he cannot stand it.

[wallpaper-inside-my-heart]

You're losing me - Ianthony

Okay, so I know that I already rambled a bit about this one over on @beanie-twink s blog 😅

However 

Listening to “You’re Losing Me” after that letter video hits even worse, so I need to talk about it again, in more detail!

"You say, "I don't understand," and I say, "I know you don't"

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't"

→ Anthony feeling the rift between them growing but also not really finding the tools to repair it 

→ also the irony about this part of the letter

“But I don't think there is a point of no return for friendships as deep as ours was. I am reaching out to you as an ex-best friend. I want to talk about things and lay them all out there so we can possibly mend things.”

→ and him never actually reaching out to fix it

(not meant to blame him here, it was obvi very complicated; just pointing out the parallel)

"Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time"

→ just the whole image of them creating smosh together, sharing their apartment for a while and then also the office space that Defy made available to them when they sold the company to them and how amazed they were at the professionalism back then

→ and all of that just turning more and more bleak over the years, as the work demands and exhaustion accumulated

→ but also with him now describing Ian as the sun! and the room loosing its light just like he was loosing his friendship with Ian!!! 

(I am so normal about all the metaphor opportunities Anthony has created for us with that simple comparison!!)

"Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow"

→ so while part of this chorus still fit Anthony so well!

→ like him mourning leaving the company behind that he built with his best friend

→ I also want to talk about how well this fits Ian again!

→ not at the same time, but especially during the defy collapse

→ like in such a short amount of time he had lost both his best friend and it was looking like he was going to loose his company as well

→ just imagining how much it must have hurt for the universe to treat him so horribly back then

→ and how he had to keep fighting and reinventing both himself and the channel → aka a sort of rebirth/phoenix situation → again sun/fire symbolism!

"Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore for you

'Cause you're losin' me"

→ I don’t even know what to say 

→ like to me this just summarizes the letter and Anthony’s apparent emotional state prior to leaving really well

"Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick"

→ this verse just explaining all the resentment that was building up in anthony and how he wanted Ian to actually react to what he was doing

→ especially regarding the part where he mentioned the failed conversation attempt about his bad ex-relationship

→ and Ian just not knowing how to react and in general continuing to act (and maybe even believe) that they were still fine

"And the air is thick with loss and indecision"

→ the perceived loss of the friendship and him being unsure whether he should finally leave or not

"I know my pain is such an imposition"

→ Anthony writing in the letter about worrying if he ever put Ian through emotional turmoil

"Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

"You don't know what you got until it's gone""

→ I feel like the last line can be both read towards Ian → in the sense that he didn’t realize what it would be like without anthony around or more precisely him not expecting them to just “looe” all contact with eachother

→ and also how valuable Anthony was to him as both friend and creative partner

→ but it also fits so well with Anthony saying this to himself

→ since he talked about how he didn’t realize “how important Ian really was for what smosh was able to accomplish” until he managed to get some distance from the situation

"[...]

"Who only wanted you to see [him]"

→ all this time Anthony just wanted Ian to recognize what he did without ridiculing it

(again, no blame either side, I’m just referring to the following line: “The snide remarks about anything I made that put my true emotions out there for the world”)

"And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something"

"Lose something, babe, risk something" 

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" 

"To believe, unless you're choosin' me""

→ Anthony asking Ian to leave smosh with him; to risk just leaving it all behind

→ and then seeing Ians refusal to “choose him” as the sign that the friendship he had once believed to exist between them had now faded beyond recognition...

[gnar-slabdash]

Leverage Mark Showdown -- First Heat Contestants

Where the nominator left comments (or fun extra descriptors), I’m including their comments, cause those are way better than what I’d come up with. Where they didn’t leave comments, you’ll have to settle for mine :P

Mark Doyle The Bottle Job I genuinely liked him as a character, he was sleazy but so fun. The accent was fun, he was an easy mark, and he screamed like a girl. One of my fave episodes cause of him.

David Lampard aka “Truffle Jackass” The French Connection Job who the hell meets “gnar slabdash the n is mostly silent” and just TAKES THAT at face value

“His Honor Mayor Brad Culpepper III” The Three Strikes Job and to a lesser extent The Maltese Falcon Job TONAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Ian Blackpoole The First and Second David Jobs The man has balls, okay? I’ve said it before -- a disgruntled, disheveled ex-employee pulls a gun on him, and his response is to calmly ask if he’s going to kill him, then invite him to his party, offer him shrimp, and call his ex wife over to see him. Ice cold.

Mark Vector The Morning After Job he's a bitch and a sleaze and it was so satisfying seeing him go down

Greg Sherman aka “The Blowfish” The Boiler Room Job my ultimate love-to-hate. I always spend the episode going WHY DO I HATE THIS GUY SO MUCH before remembering oh yeah it’s cause he’s the bad guy, I’m supposed to hate him. BUT I HATE HIM SO MUCH!

Victor Dubenich The Nigerian Job, The Radio Job, The Last Dam Job man you guys had a lot to say about this one! here goes: - he's awful but he's also how they came together - i like the actor that plays him - THE OG. mr inciting incident. my most underrated man saul rubinek. the absolute balls on this guy. might even still be out there you never know - Not only the first and the one who accidentally helped bind together a world-class team and eventually sent them after himself - twice;  but also the first echo/cast-caĺlback to the Nero Wolfe series. - He consistently thinks he's better than the crew, but Nate keeps outsmarting him anyway. Plus, the fact that he and Latimer forced Nate into calling back some old favorites, there's a number of reasons to love The Last Dam Job. I will never get over the hacking with a clam thing - Because he came back with a revenge plan and because he started this whole thing when he screwed the team over - this guy kinda kickstarted the whole thing by being greedy and selfish enough to try and double-cross not just a group of thieves, but a man who was ROYALLY screwed by the system literal months prior by using his dead kid against him. He's arrogant, but just smart enough to be a threat as of The Last Dam Job, and even then his insistence that he "knows" the team better than Nate after all these years is one of the things that leads to his downfall. Seriously, fuck that guy.

Judge Roy The Bank Shot Job He commits to the bit, okay? I WILL turn this entire episode into a western and I WILL be the black-had domineering bad guy and I WILL refuse to have any semblence of self-awareness about it at any time!

Gabe Erickson The Real Fake Car Job Matthew Lillard is great, and I absolutely loved "Nobody's plotting to kill you, you idiot!"

Starke’s Crew ( Marcus Starke, Chaos, Mikel Dayan, Apollo)  The Two Live Crew Job They were so fun and I absolutely adored their interactions with our leverage crew.  Scott Roemer The (Very) Big Bird Job The Carey Elwes? The Howard Hughes cosplay? The fact that he thinks he stole and destroyed the entire Spruce Goose?

Jack Hurley The 12-Step Job - It was nice to see a mark that’s not a POS and have the team ‘help’ once they realised that - He was a genuinely great guy who's just a fuck up. I get it.  - He is just too excitable and honest and keeps getting into shit way over his head but is too sweet to really hate - I really enjoyed having a Mark who "redeemed" themselves to. Plus, hes a goofy character, and seeing him a second time when I didn't expect it made me double take and laugh on my first watch.

Monica Hunter The Three Days of the Hunter Job - she's horrible and interesting and you get the most satisfaction from seeing her go down. also the bit where she's being interrogated by the army and she's like "it's okay I know that there *totally aren't* any secret bases ;-)" and the guy is so tired and like "yes that's bc there aren't any secret bases" and she's like "I know you have to say that ;-)" and he's right - rip girl you would have loved qanon - I love conspiracy theorists who don't even really believe in the awful stuff they make up (+ it's a terrible human being with the face of aunt zelda)

William Quinn & Tobey Earnshaw The Juror #6 Job He was a fakeass hippie played by Brent Spiner. She was trying so damn hard to be a chessmaster it was embrrasing. Can I make it any more obvious?

Eddie Maranjian The Order 23 Job Man there’s a few marks I can’t help but feel viscerally bad for cause of how the crew preys on their fears and neuroses that they can’t help. So a little sympathy, and also like, affinity crimes are nasty fucking things but in terms of story it’s a nice change of pace from the usual white guys playing chess from their lofty towers

Caroline Cowan The Low Low Price Job Oh another one that I kinda almost feel bad for for how much they freaked her out. This is a good matchup!

[cat-eclipse-m]

QUESONE N ANSWEH!

who is/are your comfort character(s)? HOBIE BROWN, PAVITR PRABHAKAR (SPIDERVERSE)

lighter or matches? LIGHTERS

do you leave the window open at night? NEVER.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? UNSURE?

what color are your eyes? DARK BROWN

why did you do that? DO WHAT- I DIDN'T EAT THE CHOCOLATES NO NO NO.

hair-ties or scrunchies? HAIR TIES

how many water bottles are in your room right now? NONE

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? I HATE COFFEE

would you slaughter the rich? DEPENDS

favorite extracurricular activity? SWIMMING/YOGA

what kind of day is it? HUMID ASF

when was the last time you ate? JUST NOW???? CHICKEN CURRY IS DELISH

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? YES OFC!!!!!

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) NO. HOWEVER I'M AN ILLEGALY ADOPTED YOUNGER SIBLING OF MY BES FREN!!!!

can you drive? NAH

are you farsighted or nearsighted? NEARSIGHTED (I CAN ONLY SEE THINGS CLOSE TO ME)

what hair products do you use? SHAMPOO, CONDITIONER????

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? NO PAINT EM YERSELF I'M SO TRASH AT IT

do you say soda or pop? SODA, BUT POP SOUNDS FUNKY ASF AND I'M ALL FOR IT

something you’ve kept since childhood? MY SUPERMAN STUFFIE

what type of person are you? IDFK? NICE TO MY BEST FRIENDS MEAN TO FAMILY??????

how do you feel about chilly weather? I. LOVE. IT. I WOULD KILL FOR IT TO BE CHILLY EVERYDAY

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? TALKING/DRAWING/VENTING TO EACH OTHER

perfume/body spray or lotion? LOTION ALL THE WAY

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? DON'T REMEMBER TBH

about how many hours of sleep did you get? AVERAGE 5-8 HOURS

do you wear a mask? NO (COVID ENDED WHY WOULD I)

how do you like your shower water? BURNING MY SKIN. NAH JKJK I LIKE IT WARM

is there dishes in your room? YES

what type of music keeps you grounded? MICHAEL JACKSON/MY EMO PLAYLIST

do you have a favorite towel? YEAH? THE ONLY ONE I HAVE???????

the last adventure you’ve been on? IDFK, ARCADE?

is there a song you know every word to by heart? NO... BUT I ALMOST KNOW SEVERAL BY HEART!

what’s your timezone? DON'T KNOW DON'T CARE

how many times have you changed your url? NEVER?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? SHIT IDK??? NO ONE TBH

a soap bar that smells good? MY OWN HANDMADE SOAP BAR!

do you use lip balm? NO. HATE THAT BS

did you have any snacks today? YEAH!

how do you take your coffee? I HATE COFFEE

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? SPOTIFY, DISCORD, CHROME, REDDIT, PINTEREST, TWITTER(BARELY), GOOGLE SLIDES, ADOBE XD & ILLUSTRATOR, ETC.

what’s your take on spicy foods? THEY'RE YUMMY BUT I CAN'T HANDLE EM AT ALL

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? MY EX

can you remember what happened yesterday? NOT REALLY?

favorite holiday film? IDK

what was the last message you sent? "HEY WAIT CAN YOU DO THAT WITH US" (DISCORD MSG)

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? FORGOT, BUT I TRIED WINE N BEER, BOTH SUCKED EW

can you skip rocks? NAH

can i tag you in random stuff? OFC?????

WEEEEEEEE!!!!

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[operationnope]

I think I’m having similar thoughts regarding perfect match. our plays are opposite tho, i was originally w darcy and then match w mal after darcy took back lidia.

but anyway. i replayed it today and i feel like darcy has always been open to other options, like when nikki sent us on a date with andrew and he said we should be open minded and give the date a chance. at the time i was like okay, makes sense. now im like well i hate it. BUT, i did feel like there was more remorse for ending things with us vs trying to win us back. like, you ruined our relationship to go back to your cheating ex, you spend the entire time fighting with them and being stiff and awkward, only to say i wished you were on the board. like now get on your knees and beg or something! how humiliating.

and for some reason, it hurt when lidia said darcy’s moms would never like me. lmaoooo.

plus, it’s so frustrating to constantly lose the compatibility challenges. i’d have much rather lost the hotel room one if i knew immediately after going all the way he’d want to leave me for his cheating ex. plus, the fact we’re hearing how great the new single is but we’re not allowed to meet him, probably until after the match to create new drama.

but maybe the conversation will happen if we choose to rematch with him. i’m not sure. every conversation we’ve had since he got back from his date with lidia feels unfinished and unresolved, like glad you apparently still have feelings for me, but definitely feels like we’re just an option / stand in for him.

idk sorry my thoughts are jumbled so i’m probably all over the place lol

Hi nonny!! That’s so fun that we have the same two LIs but reversed 😄

No apologies, I’m all over the place, too! And I agree with lots of your thoughts. I can’t believe Lidia said that about Darcy’s moms 😱 She can get in the bin, girl needs to go already. I can’t remember if she said anything mean in regard to Mal’s family and MC. I tend to black out when she’s on my screen 😂

I hope we can have a deeper convo if we get back together with our previous match. I feel like there’s been a lot left unsaid, and it may just be the writing unfortunately. And we better get to meet this mystery match that Sage brought back! 👀

There’s still 8 episodes left, so I’m interested enough to see where it goes. I mean, it’s not the best game I’ve ever played, but for something that’s included with my Netflix subscription, I can’t complain too much 🤷🏻‍♀️

Keep me posted on who you end up with! I don’t know what I’m gonna do, but I’ll probably replay 🤪

Thanks for the ask 😘💗

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Skating on Thin Ice - Chapter 8 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Elijah Ellis

I would never forget the first 'real hockey game' I ever played.

Not the one when I was a toddler and we all barely even knew how to skate and spent most of our time sliding on our knees but when I was a little older, about ten, I played in my first competitive hockey game.

The thrill of it was exhilarating and I remembered feeling nervous only briefly.

It was the time I truly fell in love with the game.

The first game I had ever played was ingrained in my mind and it would never go away.

I remembered that on my first shift, one of the boys on the other team tripped me and sent me flying down onto the ice.

I remembered letting a breakaway happen which resulted in a goal for the other team and how angry my teammate and ex best friend, Micah, was at me but I also scored the game winning goal which caused my whole team to rally around me, giving me hugs and bumping my shoulder lightly with their fists.

I would never forget the look of pride and approval on my mother's face.

It was the first time I truly felt like I belonged somewhere.

It was at that moment I knew I was meant to play hockey and I truly felt as one with my team.

On Friday night, I had never felt more nervous to play a hockey game.

It was highly unlike me to feel this way but since I wasn't necessarily feeling as though I was part of the team, the nerves kicked in and my stomach was in knots.

As I sat on the bench, fully dressed in my uniform, my leg bounced up and down uncontrollably and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I played with the straps on my helmet in my hands, careful to keep my eyes directed down at my lap while some of the other guys were still changing.

"Listen up boys," Coach Silva gathered our attention, clapping his hands together.

"We're going to go out there and play our hardest tonight. You guys have shown me this week in practice that you are ready for this. So let's go out there and not make any stupid mistakes and play how you've been playing all week long."

A few of the guys started an excited chant to get everyone hyped but I couldn't find it in me to join.

I would have with my old team.

There, I might have even been the one starting the chant but here, I didn't belong and I wasn't going to draw any unnecessary attention to myself.

We made our way out of the locker room and out onto the ice to skate around for warmups.

The team we were playing came out shortly after us, being sure to stay on their side of the ice.

"Elijah," Coach Merton grabbed my attention as I skated by the bench.

"Hmm?" I stopped in front of him.

"You and Ian are paired tonight. You're starting," he informed me to which I nodded and skated away.

I figured I would be paired with Ian.

Coach Merton had been trying different defensive pairings all week so I had a chance to play with all of them but there was no doubt that Ian and I were at our best when the two of us were paired.

For some strange reason, Ian and I clicked on the ice.

We could read each other better than any other pairing on our team.

It was a similar connection I had to my defensive partner on my old team, only this one was possibly even stronger.

When it was time for the game to start, Fox got ready to take the face off at the center dot, with Josh and Alex on the wings.

The three of them were a great first line that had amazing offensive strength as well as defensive.

Ryan, Jude, and Liam made up the second line of the team.

Fox won the face off cleanly over to Josh who immediately took off toward the goal.

I followed and set myself up on the point across from Ian.

The puck was batted back to me and I was quick to keep it from leaving the zone.

I held onto it for a few seconds before passing it over to Ian, who looked like he would have a better shot than me.

Ian sent the puck low through the zone but wasn't able to get the goal.

Eventually, the puck was passed back to me again and I didn't hesitate to take the shot and bury the puck in the back of the net.

Excitement swirled all around me and my teammates gathered around me in a hug.

It wasn't probably the first time I had seen Fox and Ian genuinely smile since I got here and Fox's smile was something out of a dream.

********

"Good game, boys," Coach Silva exclaimed in the locker room after we had won.

"I'll see you all on Monday."

I quickly changed out of my clothes and headed toward the showers.

I wanted to be out of here as soon as possible but I didn't want to smell when I went out with Trevor and the GSA kids tonight.

I was out of the shower before anyone else had made it in and dried off before putting on some tight fitting sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

"Good game, Ellis," Number 21 said as I stood at my locker, gathering my things.

"You too," I quickly let out in a breathy tone.

"You gonna come out with the team tonight?" he asked, leaning against the locker next to mine.

I shook my head.

"I have plans."

I looked up to see Ian was eyeing Number 21 with a slightly suspicious expression, looking as if he was waiting to have to come over and rescue me.

"Shame," Number 21 said.

"Next time then."

"Sure," I replied with a strained smile, tightly gripping my bag.

"By the way, Ellis," Number 21 started.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said the other day at practice."

His words surprised me, yet unsettled me at the same time.

I didn't trust him enough to believe there wasn't some ulterior motive with him making amends with me.

"Oh," I dumbly replied.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"I didn't even realize it was homophobic when I said it. I swear that wasn't my intention."

I nodded.

"It's alright."

"When I said it, I just thought it would make you and the guys more comfortable and that was all I meant by it," he told me sincerely.

"But I had a long talk with Fox and he explained to me why it was homophobic and that it made you really uncomfortable and I'm really sorry for that. I don't want you to be uncomfortable with the team."

"You talked with Fox?" I gaped, my jaw slacking and my eyebrows raised.

I knew Fox had defended me before but I never expected him to try to get people to understand what was wrong with their words.

Number 21 chuckled.

"Yeah he set me straight."

"Everything alright over there, Corey?" Fox questioned with his arms crossed over his chest and he stood before us.

Number 21, Corey, nodded.

"Just apologizing. Sorry again," and with that he walked off over to his locker.

"You didn't have to do that," I told Fox, thought I was grateful he did.

"I didn't do anything, I was just asking..."

"Not that," I cut him off with an eye roll.

"I meant make him apologize to me. You didn't have to do that."

Fox just shrugged.

"Teams don't work when players are at odds."

I knew that wasn't the real reason he did it, he just didn't want to admit that there was a nice person underneath his rough exterior.

I didn't bring that up to him though, I would just let him believe he had me fooled.

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Yandere Ateez: When their s/o starts showing affection

(Hyung Line)

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tw: knife, being drugged mentioned but not happened, stockholm syndrome, cat!:3, manipulative hwa >:(

Hongjoong

Hongjoong and his seasonal allergies... He would definitely get sick at the slightest change of season. You were both used to this situation.

While Hongjoong was coughing at the top of his lungs, you looked at him from the corner of the living room door. His habit of not being able to take care of himself would prolong his illness for at least 1 month.

You didn't want to worry about him. He was nobody to you other than the one who is obsessed with you. So why were your feet heading towards the kitchen to make some hot tea that would soothe his throat?

Normally he wouldn't let you into the kitchen. If you did, he would never let you get close to knives or sharp objects. It was a very strict rule that he made once you tried to stab him. Because of the punishment you received, you took the teapot without even coming 2 meters away from the drawer where the knives were kept. You put various herbs in the teapot and started brewing them in water, just like your mother used to do for you when you were sick. You looked into the fire burning on the stove and thought about your mother; you wonder what she's doing now? Did she ever think that your ex-boyfriend had captured you and imprisoned you in a house in the middle of nowhere, or does she think you abandoned her and ran away? Or does she think you're dead?

What broke you from your thoughts was the sound of Hongjoong sniffling as he looked at you from the kitchen door. "What are you doing here alone?" Even though he was sick, Hongjoong was still the same Hongjoong: scary. With panic, you walked in front of the stove and tried to hide what you were doing. "How many times have I told you not to turn on the stove when I'm not there? Why don't you listen? What are you doing!?" When he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you aside, he saw the herbal tea boiling on the stove. "What is this? For whom?" "For you..." You answered weakly,afraid of his tone. "Huh? For me? Why? What did you put in it? Princess, remember the last time you tried to poison me, you failed." You suddenly interrupted him. "No! Not like that this time. I swear. You were coughing and I thought tea would soothe your throat." Hongjoong stood frozen, looking from you to the tea on the stove. You hadn't treated him like this since you broke up. He was emotional, but he hid it so as not to show you his weakness. He turned off the stove and kissed your forehead. Even though he was still suspicious of you and wasn't going to drink the tea, he thanked you. "Thank you my princess."

Seonghwa

You didn't think it would be this dark outside when you opened the front door. The cold air hit your face and ruffled the thin satin dress you were wearing. Freedom was beautiful. But what were you going to do? Living alone was already difficult; On top of that, classes and work stress made it unbearable. Here, Seonghwa provided everything for you, he prepared excellent meals, you could read the books you wanted, and he loved you.

You closed the door and went inside. You quietly walked up the stairs and quietly entered the room that you shared together. You jumped when you saw Seonghwa standing and looking at you.

"Go away. Leave me like the others. What are you waiting for? I didn't lock the door." manipulative bastard. His eyes were filled with fake tears. You quickly went to him and hugged him. "I won't let you go. I decided it was better here." You said, showing Seonghwa's heart with your index finger. While Seonghwa was happy that you were finally showing affection to him and manipulating you, and you were sleepy in his warmth as he stroked your hair.

Yunho

"I'm sure it was just a cat. Can you let go of my arm, tiny?" You screamed when you heard different sounds from the other corner of the basement at 3 a.m., and Yunho literally teleported to you 5 seconds later. "No! It is not a cat!" You were trying to speak out of breath. Being imprisoned in the basement for days had damaged your psychology, and Yunho was very sure of it now. "Let go of my arm and let me look." You slowly let go of Yunho's arm and pulled the duvet from your floor bed over your face like a shield. Yunho went fearlessly and started looking among the cardboard boxes in the corner. You were surprised at how he could see so well in the dark.

Yunho let out a laugh and bent down and picked up the poor cat that was cowering in the corner in fear. "Are you really scared of this little thing?" You let out a sigh of relief as the cat let out a weak meowing sound. Yunho walked over to you with the cat and sat on your bed. "You scared the hell out of me kitty! Thank you Yunho, without you I would have gone crazy until the morning." This was the first time Yunho heard you thank him. You laid your head on his arm and petted the cat on his lap. She's finally starting to love me , he thought. Yunho's heart was pounding like it was going to explode.

"Yunho? Are you going to let the cat outside?" The frightened cat in his arms reminded him of you: Small, cute and timid. "She can stay with us if you want. What do you say? What should we name her?" "Maybe... Tiny?" He chuckled and shook his head. "No. Tiny is your name. I wouldn't call anyone else by your name, not even a cat."

Yeosang

You didn't know anything about Yeosang when he kidnapped you. He was your secret admirer. You even learned his name once during a phone conversation when the man on the other end called him by his name and you heard it even though the phone was on low volume. You were so hostile to him that you didn't want to know anything about him anyway.

Everything changed in one morning. You didn't know if he gave you a drug or if you started to get crazy and started to feel attracted to him, but suddenly you started paying more attention to his face. You were sitting on the chair of the table while he prepared breakfast for you. Normally you would look at the ground with your head down. But this morning you were looking at his face. His face was incredibly flawless, you thought. Like a statue, all facial features are proportional to each other and carefully placed. When he approached you and placed the plate in front of you, his hair came in front of his face and his birthmark was revealed.

His birthmark looked as red as a rose as the morning light hit his face. You didn't control your hands; Suddenly, your hand went to his face, the birthmark at the corner of his eye, and you touched it gently. He must have definitely drugged you. There is no other way to explain the fact that you caressed the face of the man you once hated and never looked at. Or was this what stockholm syndrome was called?

"What are you doing my dear?" He was trying to hide his shock. He would never show you his feelings. "Has this always been here?" You mentioned his birthmark. He chuckled at you and held your hand. "Yes, like my love for you, it was with me every moment of my life."

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Tell Me What You Think About Your Situation (Short Story)

“I’m admittedly a bit scared to go up to her. Drew was very nice about things but....you know how she is.” Damian told me as we were packing up to leave the arena. Night two of Wrestlemania...surely was something. Damian was champion now and we were both so happy but the matter of how things went....it was a lot. Yes, things were talked about before, agreed too but I know Dreama and Drew were definitely not a fan of it, Dreama even more so. Drew had texted me earlier telling me she tore up the dressing room, and was trying to attack everyone. I’m not surprised. 

Somehow her ex seemed to schmooze his way into things as usual. It seemed every time she was okay, he’d show up and fuck it up. I almost felt he loved tormenting her. He drove a wedge between her and so many people and just kept on going. 

I remember when Damian came to me to tell me what the plan was. We both had reservations about it. We wanted Damian to win, after all, he’d waited so long but the matter...the involvement. Drew even spoke to us about it because he didn’t want to tell Dreama. He knew that if he did she’d find Punk earlier and attack him. He’d have not even made it to the announce table.  

Last time I checked, Drew took her to the hotel and who knows how that went. She’s probably burning it down or something. Drew could take her though, it’s the only reason I wasn’t worried. Sure she was a powerful vampire but he was an even more powerful werewolf. By natural law, they should detest each other but they don’t. He dotes on her and she clings to him even if sometimes they get into a little...a lot of things together. They even took in Nathan, this younger vampire she met from nxt. She loved him and treated him like he was their child. He tended to be with them when NXT tapings were done. He’d travel with them.  They were actually a very cute unit. Maybe Drew called Nathan to talk to her. He did soothe her but after tonight, I don’t know how much soothing would hold.

“Oh, Drew texted me.” Damian showed me his phone. “He sent a photo. Dreama is fast asleep.”

“I don’t want to ask how that happened.”

“I bet I know how judging by the claw marks on his arm, it was a time. I mean they say don’t put your dick in crazy but some dudes thrive on that, even if it means getting bitten, clawed and what not.”

“Damian!”

“Listen, if it calmed her?!”

“Oh Damian.” I shook my head. “Speaking of....I do believe...we have some celebrating to do ourselves. After all, my man is the champion.”

“Jenny, Jenny...” He shook his head at me, a smirk gracing his lips. “You read my mind. I think the others will understand though Rhea was betting we’d not even make it to the hotel.”

“....Who said she would be wrong?”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I couldn’t sleep but Dreama was fast asleep, thank goodness. Shit went south in this hotel room. Completely so. My body was throbbing. From the pay per view, from what we did here. It was a lot. I had so many emotions. I was so happy for Damian. He was my friend. I didn’t even mind losing it to him in that way, it's just....that one little piece. One little fucking piece. That didn’t even need to be there but of course, his existence breeds numbers so he got in Trips ear. I saw how he smirked at me. He was reveling in it. That he could do this but it wasn’t even just me he was amused doing this to, it was to Dreama and that’s what bothered me. For someone who claimed he didn’t care for her he made sure he was always in her business. He loved making her suffer I swear and I hated it. We were all sworn by Trips to not use our powers on other talents on each other but I know Dreama wanted to bite him, fight him, she wanted to challenge him to a duel, blind side him and take his throat out. I could sense her rage. But also she flat out said it so that too.  It was going to be a long couple months and I wanted to hope she’d mellow out but with him around.... I know how hard it is for her. I contemplated leaving her with Nathan in Florida but I knew if she was around him too much...I’d come back and he’d start dressing like her. He’d be like AJ but worse. That was a risk we didn’t need to take , but .... still. It would be better than leaving her backstage, letting her run into Punk and her attacking him unprovoked. 

In my mind I just think of how happy I was with the title, in front of a crowd. I was so happy. I soaked it in. I played my part....I agreed to break my own heart but it’s for the greater good right? It would pay off? I told myself that. I told myself. I had to believe that Trips had our best interest at heart...that he was trying.

I just...

Could’t sleep.

I would get up but Dreama slept very lightly and I don’t think I had it in me to go another round with her. Not remotely. I just lied in the bed and pulled the blanket over us. We could deal with things in the morning. Maybe just maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to rest.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

“IN THE CAR. THE RENTAL. JENNY YOU ARE WILD MY FRIEND. DOM DOM OWES ME 50 BUCKS! HAHA I WAS RIGHT!”

“Rhea my God you are letting the entire bar know?!”

“And why not? My best friend won the title and his awesome girlfriend GAVE HIM AN EVEN BETTER THING THAN THE TITLE in the rental car. Oh Jenny, I had no idea my wholesome alien buddy could be so naughty. I’m rubbing off on you.” She chuckled. “And I’m proud.”

“Listen...”

“I bet people in the parking lot sure were listening.”

“Rhea!”

“It’s true.” She laughed. “I’m glad seriously you guys are having a good night. I tried to call Dreama to check on her but Drew answered. He said she was fast asleep, which surprised me. He sounds so tired. I feel bad for him.”

“Yeah, he’s having a time. I hope he will be okay, honestly.”

“So do I. We should take them both out with us when we go to the arcade tomorrow. Dreama likes claw machines and Drew could do with being out. I mean unless you and Damian wanna sneak around and get freaky in the photobooths!”

“Rhea!:

“It’s possible.” She laughed. “Just try not to lean on the photo button. That can get risky.”

“You sound like you have experience.”

“I’m deciding to plead the fifth one because I just know that one time I had to get a little intense to get some photos back.”

“Jesus...”

“If he was there, I’m sure what happened in that booth would not have happened.”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

“Damian, can I talk to you?” I was bracing for who knows what right now. We went to the arcade and Drew was having a meltdown at one of the ticket machines while Rhea and Jenny were trying to keep him from getting us all arrested. Dreama pulled me to the side by one of the other claw machines. She didn’t seem as pissy or maybe it was the giant stuffed cat in her arms, I wasn’t sure. “I...didn’t get to congratulate you last night so...congrats...Damian.”

“I know you are mad...”

“It’s not you I’m mad at. Really you did deserve this, it's just....”

“No...I understand...”

“I feel so bad I didn’t congratulate you. I mean you were doing as it was planned I just...”

“I know.” I frowned. “But thank you. I thought you hated me.”

“Nah, you make my best friend happy and also you were just doing what was planned. I couldn’t hate you. I mean unless you stopped making Jenny happy, then I’d hate you and probably destroy you and everything you hold dear.”

“That’s...I am glad she has such a caring friend at the same time....”

“She’s been through alot. Trust me before you came along. We had a slight fight because when she was in school I might have killed two of her classmates.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. People were mean to her and she came to me crying...I just...I really care for her and you have been so great to her, so caring and sweet. Just never hurt her, okay...please...like forget the title and bullshit...just....please...you and I will never have beef so long as you are good to her.”

“You have my word.”