#i think this one is a ringer for most fucked up au

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Cancun Trip (Popstar!Fem!Reader x Bodyguard!Punk!Miguel O’Hara)

Hi hi:3 I’m alive (kinda lol) this is a fun little thing I was thinking of lol enjoy! Not proofread.

SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Drinking, cursing,, biting, unprotected PinV (wrap it up people!) Fingering with ringers, Miguel had some interesting piercings :)tispy fucking, dirty talk (???), enjoy :3

Word count: 3k

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Post-tour vacations were always your favorite thing, no dance practices, no boring meetings and most importantly, no manager to stop you from partying all night. And although Miguel was still technically on the clock, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t treat this as a vacation of his own.

That’s how you ended up with your heels in hand, trying to not stumble as you and Miguel drunkenly giggled on the walk back from the club at three in the morning.

“Come on princess, let me carry you, you’re gonna get cut on something.” Miguel mumbled, hands going to rest gently on the small of your back.

“I’m fine, I’m walking on sand.” You giggled, stumbling slightly as you looked back at him. Not phased when he moves his hand down slightly to wrap around your hip.

“Sand won’t stop you from getting cut from a beer bottle.” He pointed out.

“I can see the hotel from right here, it’s fine-Oh my god! Miguel put me down!” You clenched your heels against your chest as you were suddenly lifted off the ground bridal style.

“Not happening.” He smirked with a laugh, but you knew better than to fight against him, mostly because you’d end up failing. So you ended up just giggling the whole way to your shared suite. Where he finally put you down once you were both inside.

“Why did we come back here again ? I'm not tired.” You asked as you tossed your heels in some random corner, before making your way over to the kitchenette.

“You were complaining about your feet.” He reminded you, taking off his own shoes and his leather jacket. Draping it on a chair as he followed you.

“Oh yeah,” you hummed, opening the fridge door, looking around as you rummaged through the contents inside. “You want a buzzball ooor… a fourloko?”

“Fourloko.” He answered, making your nose scrunched while pulling out a can and a small buzzball for yourself. Handing him your drink first so he can open it since you already knew that due to your nails and the fact you were already slightly impaired that you wouldn’t be able to open without struggling for five minutes first.

“I don’t know how you drink that shit.” You mutter after switching drinks, trying not to cringe as you sipped on the strawberry liquor. “I thought I was going to die of alcohol poisoning when I drank one of those.”

“Princess, I’m over six feet and three hundred pounds, I can handle a fourloko. Small little thing like you though…” His voice dropped an octave as he went to sip his own drink, oblivious to the way his tone change seemed to stir something in your stomach. Mind slightly too hazy to see the way you took a bigger sip the second time around. “You should stick to that buzzball.”

His jab made your brows furrowed slightly. Annoyance quickly replacing the mysterious feeling before, as you decided to make yourself comfortable on the wooden kitchen floor. Not caring about the way your dress rode up your thighs when you crossed your legs. Instantly going to grab Miguel’s can and taking a sip when he placed it on the ground to join you on the ground. Regretting the decision after the first gulp, making you recoil at the taste as you put the can back down next to Miguel.

“Give me that.” He smirked playfully as he grabbed the can before it was even fully on the floor. Raising it towards his lips before leaning forward to speak again. “If you want to swap spit just say so, sweetheart.”

“You’re so weird.” You muttered in annoyance as you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m surprised that your eyes haven’t gotten stuck in the back of your skull yet.”

“If you have the hots for me just say so.” You mimicked his words in a deadpan tone, tilting your head back to take another gulp.

“Oh please,” Miguel couldn’t resist the scoff that escaped his lips from your words. “Hate to break it to you princess, but you’re not exactly my type.”

“Not your type!? I'm everybody’s type.” Despite your attempt to deliver your words with offense and attitude, you couldn’t help the way your lips twitched upwards as you tried not to babble into another fit of drunken giggles.

“Believe it or not, spoiled little brats isn’t everybody’s type.” He smirked as he watched you move the little empty plastic ball to the side. Not missing the way your eyes immediately fall on his half full can. His hand immediately going to push it behind his back. “Oh no you don’t-“

“Just another sip, I don’t wanna get up!” Your pleas cut him off, immediately moving to your knees to scoot closer to him. Laughter began to fill the room as you attempted to reach for the can as he held it away from you, never noticing the way you had practically crawled on top of him. Barely registering the way his hand does to your hip in an attempt to help steady you. Your giggles only dying down when your eyes move away from the can, finally noticing how you two practically were touching noses.

Heat sinked into your lower stomach as you both gazed into each other’s hazy eyes, Miguel’s hand subconsciously tightened lightly on your hip, making your lips part ever so slightly as a silent gasp left between them. You wanted to say something to ease the weird sudden tension that filled the room, but your throat felt so dry that you couldn’t get anything out of them. The way his eyes looked at you alcohol made your head feel more fuzzier than it did at the club. You were feeling so dizzy, like you were falling-no,like you were leaning- leaning forward?

“Mmm-oh-oh my god-“ You pulled back as soon as you progressed what you had done, eyes shooting widen open and your hand covering your mouth. You just kissed Miguel. You kissed your bodyguard. “Im so sorry. I-I didn’t-I don’t know why I did that-“

But your apology was cut off before you could finish it. Large hands quickly moved to your shoulders as the oxygen from your lungs got stolen with each passing second. You couldn’t help the moan you let out as you melted into the kiss, melted into him. Manicured fingers entangling themselves into the little chocolate curls on the back of his neck.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Miguel spoke between shallow breaths, his forehead resting on yours as you both attempted to catch your breaths.

“We should stop.” You agreed, voice light as you moved to straddle his waist.

“Definitely.” He muttered before pulling you back, biting down on your bottom lip just hard enough to make you let out a hiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. The warm metal of his tounge piercing making you shiver as it glides over the roof of your mouth.

“Your piercing feels so weird.” Despite not complaining, you couldn’t help but whine.

“Wait till you feel the other one…” He mumbled under his breath.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” Before you could get a chance to question what he said, his mouth was on the base of your neck. The pressure of the metal ball on his neck made your breath hitch as his hands dug under the tight fabric around your thighs. Impatiently tugging at the no-show thong that you were certain was drenched by the way it was clinging to your core.

“What happened-to not being your type?” You couldn’t resist the urge to taunt his earlier words, keeping your tone as steady as you could with the way his two middle fingers began to slowly move up and down on your dripping slit.

“I’m blaming this on the alcohol.” He grumbled as he sat back, eyes dark as he focused on watching the way you attempted to wiggle yourself onto his fingers each time he passed your needy hole, applying a bit more pressure on it with each passing. His free hand went to hold your hips down to stop your squirming. “Don’t be impatient, princess.”

“You’re taking too long.” You whined.

“Ten minutes ago we weren’t making out.” He brought his gaze back up to your face, before finally entering his middle finger, making sure to go extra slow to help with any uncomfortableness you might feel from the stretching. The corner of his lips twisting upwards at the sight of your lips parting with a silent moan. “You’ll be thanking me in a few minutes for taking my time with this.”

You let out a whimper, head falling to rest on his shoulder as you attempted to get used to the sensation of his fingers inside of you. The coldness of one of his rings sending a shiver up your spine each time he bottomed out. Involuntary clenching around his finger with each graze of the metal, making Miguel’s brow furrow in annoyance.

“You need to relax sweetheart.” He muttered, leaning down slightly to place a light kiss on your hairline in a half-hearted attempt to help you calm down.

“I’m trying…” Any attitude you attempt to spit out from your tone was lost the second it left your mouth. “Rings feel weird…” You added as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the building heat in your lower stomach and the slow pumping from his fingers.

“Did you want me to take them off?” Miguel asked, having to tear his gaze from your cunt, your sudden silence not pleasing him one bit. ”Did you want me to take off the rings?” He repeated, eyes boring into you as you squirmed against him.

“Mm…” You hummed as you shook your head, Miguel couldn’t help but smirk slightly at your actions.

“Use your words.” He said, slowing down slightly just to mess with you.

“No, no, I don’t want the rings off.” You finally spat out, shaking your head a bit more frantically than before.

“Nasty little thing.” He cooed, the smirk on his lips growing a bit wider as he focused back down on his hand. Pumping his finger in and out a few more times, pausing to insert his ring finger before continuing his previous pace.

“Oh shit….” You hiss under your breath, your shaky hands finding purchase on Miguel’s bicep, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck. The building in your lower stomach getting ready to snap. “Shit, I’m close… Miggy I’m so close-“

“Come on princess, cum for me.” His growl, dropped an octave with the command, his fingers curling slightly to better hit that perfect soft. “Wanna feel that pretty pussy finish around my fingers.”

His words pushed you over the edge, eyes rolling shut as you bite down on him in order to muffle your moans. Making him let out a hiss as he slows his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Did so good.” He praised lowly , pulling his fingers out slowly. Eyes darkened slightly as he saw a thin string of your slick connect you both still, pulling till it broke.

“Felt so good.” You replied, still coming down, as you moved from his lap to his lower thighs, surely leaving a wet spot on his jeans. “Need more.”

“Impatient, are we princess?” He teased, his hand moving to undo his belt, but were quickly pushed away by yours, wanting him to speed up.

“Shut up.” You huffed, hands fidgeting to undo the metal. “I haven’t had any action since the show in San Francisco, I’m a bit desperate here.”

“Wow, the (Y/N). Desperate. I thought I'd never see the day.” He teased, leaning back slightly. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d never think he’d see it, the way your eyes were glossed over, looking at his covered bulge like it could solve all your problems, the way your hands were trembling slightly as you unbuttoned his jeans. You’re hair messy and disheveled, your lipgloss halfway gone, the only proof of it even existing in the first place was the strawberry taste it left on his own lips.

His usual well-kept, semi well behaved pop star was now acting like a college student who was finally losing her virginity in some random room at a frat party. He had never seen you desperate before, he wanted to make sure he committed the view to memory.

So needy, so desperate, and only for him.

He couldn’t help the way he twitched under your hand as you rubbed his clothed length.

“It feels big.” You admit, eyes not lifting to see the smirk that formed on Miguel’s lips.

“Ima big guy princess,” He murmured with a head tilt, “why’d you think I took the time to help you warm up?”

“You’re so cocky.”

“Funny coming from you.”

“Shush.” You huffed, finally dipping your fingers under his waistband, the heat radiating from him almost enough to make you break out in a sweat as you began to wrap your smaller fingers around the base of his cock-

“OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK!?” You exclaimed, quickly pulling your hand away, accidentally pulling his underwear down in the process. Causing your wide eyes to land on where your hand had just been. You blinked in disbelief as you tried to process the sight in front of you.

The eight inches of length by itself would already be enough of a challenge for you on its own, what was really making your stomach turn slightly was the metal bars that lined the underside of his shaft, about an inch or so of separation between each bar, each bar having a small ball at the end on either side.

“I’m not putting that in me.” You stated with complete seriousness, Miguel couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “When did you even get that done?” You asked, moving closer to get a better look.

“College.” He shrugged.

“You’re insane.” Your eyes moved up to meet his, unbothered by the cheeky little smirk he wasn’t attempting to hide. Not fighting when his hand moves to the small of your back to pull you closer again.

“It’s not that bad.” He reassures, “Most of the girls I’ve been with either don’t feel it, or they actually enjoy it.” Yet the way your brows furrowed together and the nervous hum that left your throat was a clear indication that you were inconvenienced.

“I mean…it’s kinda cool… I’ve never done it with anyone with a…” You trailed off, looking at him through your lashes as you waited for him to finish the rest for you.

“Jacob's ladder.”

“Jacob’s ladderrrr…” You drew out the words as you nodded, then biting your lips as you thought about it. “Okay…” you sighed, “but if it hurts we’re stopping.”

“Deal.” Miguel agrees, before pulling you until you were hovering over his member. Your hands go to rest on his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself as you begin to slowly lower yourself down.

Oh.

Oh.

“Ohh…that feels…” Amazing? Ethereal? Heavenly? You can’t even finish your sentence, “fuck.”

“You like it?” Miguel asked, already knowing the answer from the way your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack the second you landed on his thighs.

“Mhm…” You bit your lip as you nodded, wanting nothing more than to just start bouncing, but you knew you’d had to allow yourself to adjust to his girth or the soreness he’d leave between your legs would be much worse tomorrow morning.

After a few moments, you finally began to move up, stopping just below the tip before lowering back down. Your whimpers becoming more desperate and vocal with each moment.

“Shit… so tight…” He murmured, head falling back as his hands left your hips, placing them on the floor instead to help stabilize himself before thrusting his hips upwards, making you moan out his name. Groaning at the way you squeezed around him.

“Miguel…” You whined, nails digging into his shoulders. If he wasn’t still wearing his shirt, he’d be certain you’d be drawing blood, or at least leave imprints to match that note mark you left him.

“I know baby, I know…” He dipped his head to whisper against your ear. “Fuck, feel so good… how am I supposed to watch you dance around in those fluffy little dresses on stage now and not think of this, huh?” You didn’t answer, more you couldn’t. Too cockdrunk to properly think.

It was all too much, your body felt like it was on fire in the best possible way. Heart pounding in your ears like it did when you finish a show, only this was so much better. Fingers tighten their grip on him as you felt the heat building the second time around, faster than the first time.

“Miggy…Ima-ima cum again..” You babble as you begin to bounce a bit quicker, making Miguel moan lowly.

“Where do you want me to finish?” He asked, knowing once you finished he won’t be far behind himself.

“Inside!” You exclaimed, almost too quickly. “Please Please ple-“

“Princess, I don't think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to -“ He began to protest, but his hands made purchase on your hips regardless.

“I’m on birth control.” You told him, making him let out a loud huff. He didn’t want to protest any further, mostly because he knew neither of you last.

“Shit…shit…” He grunted, rutting up into a few more things, his thrust growing more and more sloppy, your moans growing more and more high pitched before he finally felt you release around him. The way you squeezed him made eyes roll back as he began to empty his seed instead of you, riding out both of your highs as his hips stutter and slow. Breaths shallow as you. Finally rolling off of him once you both came back down.

“Jesus…” Miguel huffed , moving to finally get up off the floor, his butt sore from the hard kitchen wood. Taking a moment to tuck his softening member back into his jeans before reaching his hand down towards you. “You okay?”

“Yeah just… my legs… jelly…” You take his hand, letting him pull you up from the floor as you use your free hand to fix your dress that was bunched up around your thighs, deciding to deal with your soaked panties in the morning. A beat passing before you spoke again. “We never speak of this.”

“Agree.”

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 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - soundtrack - - - - ♡

synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics. 

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.3k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some fluff + some angst (for now), marijuana use, pet names (doll, princess, hun), light sexual themes, swearing, mentions of blood (reader gets bloody nose), mentions of age (reader and ellie are both said to be 20 but feel free to change it in ur head lol)

a/n: feeling so summer lately i just had to write this. living vicariously through reader cause like why tf am i not having a summer camp gay awakening. this series is just 3 parts but it is sweet as pie so pls enjoy!!! i love you all dearly ♡~ lola

The blinding sun beamed down on your bare skin. Normally the sweltering heat would bother you more, but the excitement of your first day back at camp was more than enough to distract you from the outlandish temperatures. You barreled down the grassy hill, duffle bag in hand, revealing the large wooden arch that spelled out the words CAMP STILLWATER.

The grounds were bustling with counselors and caretakers preparing for the arrival of campers later that evening. Everyone was dressed in color coded garments that signaled what cabin group they belonged to. You were dressed in red, head of cabin 12. Your sheer, white ringer tee read “Staff” and was hemmed with strips of crimson. To match, a pair of red booty shorts with white stretching down the sides. They were just long enough to cover your plush cheeks until naturally riding up as you walked to reveal the crease where ass meets thigh. To top it off, knee high socks striped with the same exact red. You were fucking adorable.

Nature crunched under your sneakers as you practically skipped down the trail headlining it to your cabin. As you reached the steps a very familiar voice called out your name.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. Cabin neighbors, once again. Did ya miss me doll?”

“Ellie fucking Williams, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve been praying all week that I wouldn’t get stuck with your dumbass again. But, here we are.” You rolled your eyes in a dramatic fashion putting an emphasis on your obvious sarcasm. This would be your 3rd summer bunking next door to your biggest rival Ellie Williams.

Although you and Ellie weren’t truly enemies, she did get on your nerves, and you got on hers. This fed into a mutual sarcastic bit that you guys have continued to carry out for years. You’d think by 20 years old the two of you would’ve grown out of these childish antics, but it was secretly one of your favorite parts of the summer. 

Ellie gave a half-assed chuckle, “you can never escape me.”

“Oh yes I can!” You whipped your head around, excusing yourself from the conversation and climbed up the weathered steps of your cabin. Ellie gawked as she watched you depart, your thighs giggling with each step. Her piercing green eyes always found their way to your body, but only when she thought you wouldn’t notice.

You entered the barren room and didn't even take the time to unpack before you started adorning the walls with themed decor and tying red ribbons in your hair. Cabin 12 always thrived with spirit when you were there. You took your role as camp counselor seriously and took the competitiveness even more seriously.

Camp Stillwater ran on a point system, and at the end of the summer the cabin with the most wins a trophy. The girls from your cabin were always finishing first in the tournament games, but when they didn’t, it was Ellie’s stupid blue campers who were swooping in to steal the victory. It drove you crazy. Last summer you came second to her and you were determined to never let it happen again. You began speaking to the empty room as if trying to somehow manifest these dreams into reality.

“This year cabin 12 will finish the summer with the most points.”

“Talking to yourself again?” You jumped at the sound of Ellie, not noticing that she had been lurking in the doorway. She was only there for a moment, but didn’t feel like announcing herself, too busy enjoying you running around like an excited puppy, spouting off about victory. Ellie had always admired your high spirits and go-getter attitude. A ray of light emitted from you constantly and she loved to bask in its glory. But, of course, she’d never let it be known.

“God Ellie you can’t just sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry princess but the warden wants everyone at the mess hall like now. Come on slacker!” You noticed the change of clothes on Ellie, she was now adorned in a T-shirt just like yours but with blue details rather than red. Her auburn hair was pulled into a messy half-up, half-down, she always wore it like that when it started getting hot.

“Shut up, I'm not a slacker!! I’m just busy going above and beyond for my campers.” you argued, a pout forming on your lips. Ellie always knew how to press your buttons.

“You really wanna win this year huh?” She moved into your space, tilting her head with a cocky smirk. 

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“And you really think I’m gonna let that happen?” she teased.

“You’re so annoying Ellie. You can do whatever you want, but I will be winning” You jutted your head forward dramatically in an attempt at intimidation. Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Right… let’s just get going before we’re late and they don’t let you counsel at all” Ellie grabbed your hand and pulled, urging you to follow. Feeling her warm, calloused hand in yours, you almost didn’t want to let go. But, you did.

The mess hall was lined with strings of wooden picnic tables, all connecting to create a sense of community when it was filled with campers. Flags cascaded the walls, each a different color with a number, representing the teams. A large case expanded across the back wall, filled with trophies from years before. The corners of your mouth upturned with anticipation of the summer to come. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by an amplified voice booming from a megaphone. Holding said megaphone was the warden, Mrs. Campbell.

“Alright ladies! Tonight is the night! You all know what to do so go ahead and file out to find your campers!!” You and Ellie exited out the back of the building, heading to the camp entrance. A swarm of girls’ chatting and screams grew louder as staff united with them. One of your favorite parts about Camp Stillwater was the lack of boys. You felt safe, and you loved the idea of getting to empower all these young impressionable women.

You held up a sign signaling your cabin number and a single file line began forming in front of you. You handed each of your girls red ribbons (matching the ones in your own hair) as a personal touch, trying to foster a bond right from the start. Meanwhile, Ellie stood around for her campers dapping them up, giving off the perfect “chill counselor” vibe. You found the lack of discipline a little obnoxious but to each their own. 

That night Stillwater kicked off camp with a bonfire complete with goodies for smores. You sat, knees together on the rough log, feeling as it left imprints of the bark on your bare thighs. Ellie sat just one log over goofing off with some other staff members, shooting an occasional glance at you.

The plastic bag of graham crackers crinkled as you ripped it open to begin assembling your late night snack. The hot air had turned cool with the lack of sun, but the preceding heat lingered in the melted chocolate you attempted to pass out. You stared as the sticky mallow and sweet liquid coco coated your fingers, inviting golden crumbs to join in. Ellie observed you deciding how to handle the mess, and with just a few seconds of thought, watched you stick your sugary soaked fingers straight in your mouth. A surge of guilt hit Ellie, noticing how much your licking troubled her. She clenched her thighs together and decided sweets just weren't for her.

With your hunger satisfied, the bonfire burned bright and you droned off getting lost in the flicker of the flames. Just then, you see a familiar Ellie in your peripherals wandering to the woods. Curious, you peeled your sticky legs from where you sat and got up to follow. You trailed behind her struggling to conceal your presence due to the snapping twigs under your feet. Ellie snaked her body back to acknowledge you and your obviousness. She loved to tease.

“Stalker much?” 

“God, you wish I was stalking you, Williams.” 

“So why are you following me then? Trying to catch me breakin’ the rules?” she questioned, half joking, half not. Continuing your follow, the two of you reached a more secluded part of the forest and Ellie halted.

“If you don’t want me to catch you, then maybe you should stop breaking rules. Ever think of that?” you taunted.

“Whatever Nancy Drew.” And with that, Ellie reached into her pocket pulling out a freshly rolled joint.

“You gonna bust me?” she teased before you quickly slapped the drugs out of her hands and into the moist dirt below.

“ELLIE!!!” you scolded her like she was a camper.

“Hey what the hell dude?!” she reached down to retrieve the now dirty joint and began to light it. A panicked look washed over your face and your eyes darted around, surveying for any possible company. God forbid you let this girl get you in trouble.

“I should be saying what the hell to you! Smoking on the job? So much for setting a good example… God, Ellie!” You palmed your face not sure how to proceed. In spite of your make believe beef, Ellie was your friend and you didn’t want to tattle. On the other hand though, the goodie two shoes and competitive freak inside wanted so badly to expose Ellie's naughty behavior. With her out of the picture, you could finish this summer out with a win. But, if you were being honest with yourself, camp wouldn’t be the same without her.

“Sorry, sorry. I know” Ellie shook her head at the ground pretending to be ashamed but she couldn’t have cared less. She knew you’d never tell, so on she went with her scheming.

“You wanna hit though?” 

“Ellie!!” This time you gave a blow to her exposed bicep, really trying to lay the guilt on thick.

“Come onnnn. This is your 3rd year here, you’ve gotta loosen up at some point. Just one hit? Please, for me?” Ellie flashed you the most annoying puppy dog eyes and a devilish smirk already anticipating your answer. Growing up you found it easy to resist peer pressure, you’ve always thought of yourself as a rule follower, but when it came to Ellie she always knew what to say to push you to the edge. She was such an instigator and you fell for her act every damn time.

“Fine… one hit.” She practically shoved the weed in your hands in excitement as you reluctantly gave in. Ellie always had so much fun chipping away at that good girl exterior you worked so hard to uphold. You then took a slow drag and passed it back to her. You fixated on her wet lips as they placed themselves around the joint. She took a quick inhale before an amused look spread across her face.

“Cherry?” Already feeling the high, you gave Ellie a puzzled look, not understanding what she meant. 

“Your lipgloss hun” She gestured to the pink stain rimming the tip of the joint.

Your face flushed red, “shit sorry.” You dug your foot into the ground and gave your lips a lick, recalling the fruity flavor.

“S’all good, I liked the taste” She replied, making your face turn a shade redder, almost matching the shorts that hugged your curves. Ellie would remember this moment, the taste of your lipgloss felt like a brush with destiny. Already assimilating the flavor to memory, she imagined her lips on yours and that cherry taste lingering in an exchange of saliva. God Ellie!! Stop being a perv and shut the fuck up!!

As one of the few masculine girls at camp, she was practically drowning in women, but her fixation with you prevented anything past a casual hook up. And casual hook up she did- with at least a fourth of the staff. Understandably, things got desperate being stuck at camp for 2 months straight. It’s not like you had the privacy to rub one out while sleeping in a room full of occupied bunk beds. But, with Ellie being a known player, you personally hadn’t thought twice about getting involved, despite the occasional butterflies. Bullying each other was more fun anyways.

Finally, Ellie finally finished off the joint, letting you take a couple more hits in between hers. She stomped the roach out into the moist ground making sure to put out any remaining embers. Her long stride pointed in the direction of the light filled cabins before you stopped her. With weed now rampant in your system, you weren’t ready for the night to end. 

“Waitttt, stopppp, we can’t go nowww!” You grabbed Ellie’s wrist leading her back into the darkness, straight towards the lake.

“What? You wanna hangout with me all of the sudden?”

“I- I wanna swim…” you mumbled, almost afraid to hear it come out of your mouth. One of the most important rules at Camp Stillwater was no swimming after dark. Ellie almost gasped hearing you propose such a mischievous idea. 

“Rulebreaker! Rulebreaker!” she chanted, almost falling over with laughter. Inside though, Ellie was kicking her feet at the thought of having a late night swim with her favorite girl. 

“Come on Els, you’re the one who told me to live a little. Pleaseeee!!” You bat your long lashes like a cartoon character but there was no need to beg as Ellie was already on board. She loved corrupting you.

“I’ll race you!!” She shouted before dashing through the trees, kicking up dirt with each long stride. Of course she turned it into a competition, and you bolted right after her trying to catch up.

Neither of you even stopped to breathe as you reached the edge of the lake. Instead shirts, shorts, and shoes all flying off your bodies landing amongst the greenery, desperate to get your sweaty bodies into the cool, evening waters. As you dived in, a sense of euphoria washed over your body along with the deep blue ripples of H2O. Ellie’s head rose out of the water 2nd. She slicked her wet hair back and gave you a toothy smile that was to die for. You giggled at the sight, everything seeming a bit more silly while under the influence. 

“Having fun princess?” she questioned, cheeks full.

“Yeah I am,” you smiled back, “I don’t think the fact that I’m breaking like 5 different rules has hit me yet.”

“Enough with the rules, let's have fun!” Ellie dove back into the water circling around your smooth legs. She took ur skin between her pointer and thumb, giving you little pinches like some sort of sea creature. You kicked and squirmed in reaction causing Ellie to shoot back up from her underwater adventure.

“Fuck off!” you shoved her bare shoulder with a teasing force. She put her hands up surrendering to your irritation. Her veiny arms glistened with lake water and your eyes wandered before getting stuck on the large tattoo adorning her forearm.

“Hey, that wasn’t there last summer.” you gestured to her.

“Yeah, uh, I got it a few months ago”

“It looks good,” you paused, “can I touch?” Ellie offered out her inked limb to you. It rested in your left hand and you used your right to trace the linework. Water droplets collected with each gentle brush of your fingertips. Goosebumps followed your delicate touch and Ellie's face turned red with enjoyment. 

“S’pretty” you said, noticing a blush growing across your own face. You glanced off into the distance at the silence. The thick forest trees and bright stars urged you to take in a deep, pollution free inhale. Ellie broke the moment of zen to speak.

“Turn around.” she demanded. You obliged immediately despite her unknown intentions. You felt her hot breath on your neck and sudden skin-to-skin contact. She hooked her long fingers around your wet locks of hair, moving them across your back to one side. A chill radiated down your spine

“What are you doing Ellie?” you whispered. The closeness you shared and the now still lake, cloaked with haze, sent a hush over the both of you. 

“Guess what I’m drawing” she whispered back. You scrunched up your shoulders in response to her vibrations hitting at your pulse. The feeling of her rough fingers met your back and began tracing symbols. You attempted to focus on her movements but it proved hard to decipher the message when she felt so close. Despite knowing Ellie for a long time, the two of you had never had this much prolonged touch. It ignited a feeling that you weren’t sure how to get control of. The silence hinted at your cluelessness.

“Here I’ll do it again,” she said, drawing out "I ♡ U” once more across your back.

“Fuck, I dont know. A dick?” You turned back to face Ellie questioning her with a giggle. Her face was littered with disappointment before quickly concealing it from you with a big splash of water. The tender moment was lost. She went along with your answer, lying through her teeth. 

“Fine, you got me freak! It was a dick.” You splashed Ellie back harder, amused by her childish humor. The water slinging continued until you both became absolutely winded and ready to climb in bed. Oh fuck, bed...

“ELLIE, OH MY GOD, CURFEW!” you practically squealed before switching to breaststroke and heading towards land. Ellie snapped out of this little dream and followed after you.

You frantically threw on your clothes over your now soaked bra and panties. Wet spots began seeping through your shorts as you fiddled with your sneakers. Your wet feet swirled in the dirt below, caking them with the mud of your making. You vetoed the shoes and bolted towards the cabins completely barefoot. You were so focused on getting back that you hardly even noticed the branches and rocks assaulting your skin.

“FUCK WAIT UP!!” Ellie yelled, just feet behind you. As you looked back to acknowledge her request your ankle caught on a huge log that littered the forest's path. Your balance was thrown and your face went plummeting straight into the ground, hitting a dull rock on its way down. Ellie’s pace doubled as she jumped to your rescue. She fell to her knees by your side giving you support as you lifted yourself up. Looking down, your hands were dirty, stuck wood chips pressed into the skin. You dusted them off against each other, seemingly fine.

“Bro, oh my god, are you okay??” Ellie pestered, worried out of her mind. 

“I think, yeah. It was honestly more embarrassing than painful.” you gave a light chuckle before looking up from the ground when suddenly a gush of liquid escaped your nose. Your finger dipped into the steady flow and you took note of the deep red now covering them.

“Just great.” you rolled your eyes. Ellie had the most concerned look on her face despite your injury being a simple bloody nose.

“We’ve gotta get you to the nurse like now!”

“Ellie chill, I’d rather not have an encounter with authority while I'm high as fuck and out past curfew.” You never thought you'd be saying that sentence.

“Fine, at least take this.” Ellie handed you a crumpled up tissue she had retrieved from her athletic shorts and you shoved it up your nose halting the flow.

Returning to the main area of the campgrounds felt like a walk of shame. You were drenched, muddy, and decorated in your own blood, and Ellie looked just as bad. Eventually the two of you reached your neighboring cabins and there waiting in between the steps of 11 and 12 was Warden Campbell. Fuck.

 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - masterlist - - - - ♡

[gallusrostromegalus]

So I have noticed something very interesting. Gin is buttering up aizen to feed him to the god machine as some premuim petrol. BUT ALSO many powerful souls that die DON't get fed to the god machine. They go to hell because they are powerfull enough that their removal from the world harms the god machine more than feeding them helps it. So my question is, whats up with that?

there's a couple parts to this:

Powerful souls that go to hell because they're powerful ARE STILL feeding The Life Machine- All that power they're off-gassing in Hell is still going into The Life machine- Hell exists more or less as a ringer to squeeze spiritual energy out of souls before sending them back into the cycle to grow again.

It harms The Life machine more to consume a powerful soul in totality because then The Life Machine doesn't get to use that *particualrly good* soul to generate energy it needs again, and again, and again- So someone like Yamamoto is going to go around about a zillion more times, if things go well.

Problem is, things are NOT going well right now- the wheel is jammed and not giving the Life Machine nearly the energy it needs, so it needs an emergency calorie dump while Tech Support works out how to unjam the wheel, which may, technically, involve stopping and starting it again.

The final thing is a matter of scale. if we think of souls in terms of calories: >Regular animal/plant soul: One Cheez-it. Not a lot individually, but they add up. >Regular Human Soul: One Chicken Nugget/celery and peanut butter. it's technically a snack, but it's not satisfying on it's own. >Average Shingami, Quincy footsoldier or lesser hollow Soul: Fast-food meal. About as much food at most people really need in a day. >Captain-class Shinigami or Espada-class Hollows or Sternritter: Giant Meal At Grandma's House that leaves you passed out on the couch and the leftovers she sends you home with that feed you for a week. >Aizen, once he fuses with the hollow inside the Hogyoku and achieves his Final Form: Actually eating every last crumb of every last dish at the Family Reunion thanksgiving with four grandmas cooking: Two turkeys, A Standing Rib Roast, A Ham, six kinds of soup, two salads, four types of baked vegetables, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, baked potatoes, potatoes au gratin, popovers, busicuits, rolls and bread, an actual ocean of gravy- and then there's dessert: Apple pie, pumkin pie, pecan pie, cherry pie, chocolate cake, cookies, early christmas cookies, avalanches of whipped cream. And ofc- cider and beer and hot chocolate and coffee and soda and fuck it just drink a whole gallon of milk while you're at it. More food than any human should consume in a whole year, let alone one sitting.

So you can see why Aizen is getting pulled out of the cycle for special treatment. He's gonna be there for The Life Machine to gnaw on for most of the series. And even then, after suffering the most direct and intimate contact anyone can get with what passes for god, The Life Machine may yet choose to send his empty, heavily chewed husk back for another turn because that why waste the seed of a good crop like?

[eoieopda]

meet me at the bar: epilogue

pairing: kim seokjin x reader type: drabble — meet me at the bar’s epilogue au: law school/bar exam, est. relationship word count: 1.2k rating: pg13 genre: fluff summary: as it turns out, there is life after the bar exam. a/n: i suppose this does make sense outside the context of the one-shot, but i def recommend reading that first ✨ like the OG, this epilogue is dedicated to mj (@yoongiphoria), who army (get it? 👀) crawled through the ringer and lived to tell the tale! so excited to eventually welcome you to the profession, bb 💕 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

Seokjin sits at a small cafe table. In front of him sit two things: one he’s sure of and one he’s not.

“This is barbaric,” you mutter under your breath. 

You hit the refresh button on your browser again, the same way you have — on a second-by-second basis — since you both sat down. Crazed, your eyes flick up to Seokjin. You repeat yourself emphatically, “Barbarism, Seokjin. Do you hear me?”

He tries his best to keep a straight face, so he pulls his coffee mug to his lips and hides his smile behind the rim. You look back down again before you can even see him nod in agreement. Of course, you go right back to assaulting the touchpad of your laptop.

You’re not wrong, not in the slightest. The Office of Bar Admissions just put you through the most treacherous experience of your academic and professional lives, and it wasn’t done fucking with you. Now that you’d survived the exam itself, you had to sit and wait — not just for your results, but for potential public humiliation.

Everyone who has a stake in this exam — test takers and prospective employers — and anyone who doesn’t — friends, relatives, professors, underclassmen, sundry assholes, etc. — can log onto this extremely public, government website at eight o’clock this morning. If they do, they’ll see a list of names: every single person that passed this exam and would be admitted to the practice of law.

Likewise, anyone can easily find out whose names are missing. Broadcasted at lightning speed, your business becomes everyone else’s. Whether you want to or not, you have to share your greatest success — or biggest disappointment — with whoever the fuck might want to look for it.

Scrubbing your anxious hands over your face, you sigh, “I think I’d rather stand naked in the middle of Lotte World. I mean it; that would be infinitely less horrifying than this.”

“For you, maybe.” 

Seokjin grins, sets his mug down, and nudges your untouched plate closer to you. On any other morning, you would’ve inhaled that breakfast sandwich by now. Today, however, you’re on a self-imposed hunger strike until you have answers.

“For the unsuspecting onlookers, I think that would be a criminal offense.”

You roll your eyes, but when you reset them, you’re looking straight at him.

It’s the way anyone would dream of being looked at, he thinks. Like every annoying thing about him is still somehow endearing, worth loving — and that little smile of yours is all for him. Just like that, he’s blushing in the middle of a café, not giving a shit who sees.

Crashing through his thoughts, the alarm you set goes off with a wail, like you’re being summoned to an air-raid shelter rather than notified of the time. You scurry to grab it. Fumbling to turn that siren off, you cast panicked glances around the room to find anyone you might owe an apology for startling. As usual, it’s just the two of you.

You spit it all out so fast that Seokjin can hardly keep up.

“Will you still love me if I shit myself in the café? Because I fucking might, and I need to know if a break-up is going to be added to my list of rejections this morning.” 

There are nervous talkers, and then there’s you. You worry in X-Games mode like it’s nobody’s business — and honestly, it’s kind of impressive.

“My whole family is going to know before I can even disclose failure myself and I —”

Seokjin doesn’t know if anything he might say would comfort you, but he’s at least slightly worried that you’ll anxiety-barf onto your laptop. To minimize the collateral damage, he reaches across the table, picks it up, and pulls it over to his side. 

As if he just pulled the plug on your life-support machines, you slump down into your chair. There, your head droops against the metal back with a small thud. You then stare up at the ceiling like you’re actively watching your soul leave your body.

“No matter what happens, we’ll be okay.” He assures you while refreshing the browser. “I promise.”

Funnily enough, trying to keep you calm has made him feel the most stable he ever has. One of you has to keep your collective shit together; and it’s clearly not going to be you, so he’s committed to remaining zipped on your behalf. His fingers don’t even shake as he scrolls down that godforsaken list, scanning with narrowed eyes.

“Well?” You urge.

After a few seconds of listening to your knee bouncing underneath the table, Seokjin closes your laptop and sets it down slowly. He takes a deep, measured breath before he finally looks back up at you. With how unabashedly freaked out you are, it’s a miracle that he can’t feel your pulse from the other side of the table.

“So, I have bad news —” He starts with a sigh.

You freeze.

“— We can’t add esquire to our email signatures until after we’re sworn in, which will apparently be two weeks from now.”

The last thought Seokjin has before being tackled to the ground is that he’s thankful nobody else came in for coffee this morning. 

The first thought he has when he reopens his eyes, now flat on his back, and sees that insane look on your face — a mix of terror, annoyance, disbelief, and excitement — is that he was right when he decided never to doubt you. More importantly, he was right that you truly are capable of anything.

Up to and including public displays of aggression.

Damn does he love you.

You sit back on your heels but you don’t make any moves to get off of him. With a shaky laugh, you say, “I think I have to kill you for that.”

“Understandable,” he demurs, shrugging. Then, he reaches up to swipe a tear off your cheek with the pad of his thumb, smiling sweetly. “Just don’t represent yourself at trial over it, okay?”

Playfully, you swat at his chest before clambering off of him. Once you make it steadily to your feet, the same hand that smacked him is held out to help him up. He takes it without hesitation.

Back at his full height, he accepts the arms you lace around his neck, swoons just a little when you push up on tiptoe. You kiss him softly, but it hits hard. That gentle brush of your lips makes his knees so weak that he fears he’ll end up on the ground again. 

You pull away breathy. Though your eyes are a little bit misty, you grin like you can’t help it. For the record, he can’t, either. You sigh, “I genuinely cannot believe that I survived this bullshit.”

“Really?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows raised.

His arms wrap around your waist to hold you closer, allowing you to nestle your face into his sweatshirt. He means it, so he says it with his whole chest and hopes you hear it: “I was sure you would.”

“Don’t think I would’ve been able to do it without you,” you mumble into the fabric.

“You could have,” he murmurs. Leaning down, he kisses the top of your head before continuing, “But you didn’t have to.”

The two of you stand like that for a while — wholly entangled in the middle of a café, in broad ass daylight — without speaking. It helps him try to wrap his brain around it all. After all, the landscape is different now than it was an hour ago; and unless he’s fully lost it, Seokjin swears that the grass really is greener.

For the first time ever, he doesn’t feel the weight of the dreaded unknown pushing down on his shoulders. He just feels you leaning against him and an unfamiliar sense of peace. All of that gratification he’s delayed his whole life, too, as it falls right into his hands.

But Seokjin’s not great with that whole thoughtful silence thing, so he smirks, “Gonna call me counselor in bed now, jagi?”

Your head snaps back so quickly, you could’ve decapitated yourself. Incredulous, your eyes narrow as your mouth pops open. Instantly, the look on your face pulls that windshield wiper laugh out of him; so, he slaps his hand over his mouth to keep quiet.

You challenge him with eyebrows raised sky-high. “Gonna make me file a cease and desist letter?”

[fineprintedsunsets]

ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴇᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ-ʟɪsᴛ

Haunted Hoedown Master List! Created for the haunted hoedown challenge. Created by @inklore and @psychedelic-ink

18+ content! NO MINORS should be reading/interacting with these posts. NSFW content will be present in most if not all!

Thank you to both @inklore and @psychedelic-ink for creating a fun challenge!

DAY ONE: taboo au + "this is so fucked up." "you like it." | dbf!bucky x f reader, JAWBREAKER

DAY TWO: murder plot au (let’s hide this body together) + "what's your favorite scary movie?" | darkhiker!steverogers x oc, MERCY'S AXE

DAY THREE: inspired by a favorite song + "you are mine, whether you agree or not" | sugardaddy!maxburnett x nickfowler x f reader, CUPCAKE AFFAIRS

DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "do you like it when I touch you like this?, I can keep going if you want me to". | robot!buckybarnes x f reader, A.I.R

DAY FIVE: masquerade au + "I want to see you bleed" | nickfowler x assassin!f oc, THE CROW'S DISGUISE

DAY SIX: circus au | buckybarnes x f!oc, FREAK SHOW

DAY SEVEN: summer camp au + "i can't stop thinking about how perfect we would be together" | lifeguard!ari levinson x f!reader, AFTER HOURS

DAY EIGHT: best friend-lovers au + "this fear you feel? It won't last." | sweet!ransomdrysdale x nerd!f reader, AUTUMN ACOUSTICS

DAY NINE: the toxic exes trope + “why do you keep following me?” | ex!Lloydhansen x stripper!f reader, LEMON GUMDROPS

DAY TEN: zombie apocalypse au | bucky barnes x f reader, DEAD RINGER

DAY ELEVEN: inspired by a favorite psychological thriller (YOU) + "I would burn the world for you”| stalker!natasha x black!f oc, APPLE OF HER EYE

DAY TWELVE: nurse au | nurse!ari levinson x unnamed f!oc, HIRAETH

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Welp, I wasn’t going to ask for arsonist neil this week bc it seems to be your most popular but i need to know what’s going to happen so i guess I must beg for some arsonist neil😔 (I hope he gets to burn down a building this week!)

WIP Wednesday (4/10) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 144)

A strange sound has Andrew jolting awake and gripping his blankets to his chest. He feels his heartbeat in his throat and looks towards his bedroom door expecting the knob to start turning. But it doesn’t. Andrew blinks, of course it wouldn’t. He’s safe in his apartment, in his locked bedroom. No one can—

Zrrrrrrrt.

Oh. It’s just his phone vibrating on the nightstand.

Being an incredibly light sleeper, he generally puts his phone on ‘do not disturb’ before going to bed. Apparently he forgot after his hour-and-a-half long call with Nicky, who kept him up past his regular bedtime talking about the show and spoiling a major plotline for him. The idiot. Andrew sighs through his nose and reaches for his phone, to correct his mistake before Nicky or Aaron or Kevin have time to start a one-sided conversation.

However, as he switches off the ringer, he finds that he’s got a new message from 10. The first in days. Andrew sits the rest of the way up and rubs at his eyes to make sure he’s not imagining it. But there it is, in black and white:

10 Need to talk. Are you awake?

Now he needs to talk, huh? At… Andrew squints at the tiny clock in the corner of his screen, 3:21am? He’s got half a mind to ignore 10 and give him a taste of his own medicine. It would serve him right, firstly for freezing Andrew out and secondly for waking him in the middle of the night—

10 Andrew?

Well, if he’s going to beg.

Andrew I’m awake now. What do you want? 10 Can I call you?

Andrew’s sure he’s read that wrong. He stares at the message for a good ten seconds to be sure. The hot, friendly arsonist that he’s pissed at wants to call him on the phone at 3:22am? Who the fuck does he think he is? Why couldn’t this have waited till morning? Andrew sends his answer and immediately his phone starts vibrating again.

10 is calling.

Andrew lets it ring for a couple of seconds, just to be an ass. Then he picks up. He’s not sure what he’s expecting at this hour— an explanation for being ditched, perhaps. Or maybe an apology. But he gets silence instead.

“Hello? 10? What did you do?” Andrew croaks out. He clears his throat to scrape out the gravel. “10?”

Is this a goddamn prank? Andrew is going to—

Wait. He can hear breathing. It sounds like 10 just ran a marathon. “10, answer me or I’ll hang up.”

“I’m… I’m here,” gasps out the voice Andrew’s been daydreaming about. “Don’t hang up.”

[valleyfthdolls]

Movie!Cassidy is an Afton - an entirely speculative theory

(CW FOR DISCUSSION OF CANON TYPICAL HARM AGAINST CHILDREN)

A starting note

I do believe our little boy in Golden Freddy is named Cassidy, because Cassidy in the game universe is not confirmed female. Again I remind you all that Scott does not confirm fuck about these games. Fans have a tendency to claim their headcanons or whatever new fanon theories get popular have been confirmed to be canon. This is basically never true. Look at the semi-recent "Gregory is Scott's favorite" ordeal for an idea of how this information is shared in good faith and gets twisted nonetheless. Look at the comments under a fnaf au gacha life video for an idea of how people just straight up lie about that.

Cassidy in the games refers to himself as "he" and "him", we never see his physical appearance enough to make any judgment calls on his gender- any idea of his appearance is totally speculative, just like this theory- and most importantly, Cassidy is not exclusively a girls' name- it's actually a unisex name that started as a masculine one! It derives from the Irish surname Caiside, then became a masculine forename, then as it became anglicized as Cassidy it became unisex. In both modern day and the 80s, it is and was applicable as a boys' name.

Now, with that in mind, on to actual discussion of the Afton theory, and why I think movie Cassidy is one.

They look strikingly similar

Compare, for a moment, the appearances of Vanessa, William, and Cassidy. I'm using pictures of their actors because the pictures of them I could find online SUCKED.

William: Light skin, straight(?) brown hair, blue eyes. Vanessa: Light skin, straight blonde hair (though it's wavy in this picture, it's definitely straight for Vanessa), blue/maybe green eyes. Cassidy: Light skin, straight blonde hair, blue eyes.

The movie does suggest that Vanessa colors her hair blonde from brown (see: the brown roots), however, when she shows the photo of her childhood self and her father off to Mike, young Vanessa clearly has blonde hair as well.

And notably, her roots are just as blonde, suggesting that blonde was her natural hair color, but that it darkened as she got older, only for her to begin bleaching it back to its original color.

Now, blonde hair and blue/green eyes are both quite rare, but not rare enough that it's a dead ringer for a genetic connection. Hell, the Chica girl has blonde hair and blue eyes. However, Susie in the games has blonde hair and blue eyes, and Cassidy in the games very clearly has brown, and likely dark hair as well.

This makes the change to blonde with blue eyes very noticeable, and very noteworthy. And it’s a set of traits that he shares with Vanessa, as well as the notable blue eyes with William, as well as appearing to have a similar face shape.

Cassidy is inexplicably special

Cassidy is the first person who shares the image of Afton as Spring Bonnie with Mike when asked about who took Garrett. He seems more aware than anyone else of William, Garrett, William’s crimes, and what they’re doing.

When Mike asks who took Garrett, Cassidy responds by drawing a rabbit in the dirt- Spring Bonnie. (I will come back to this momentarily.) While the other kids believe Spring Bonnie is their friend, Cassidy seems to know the truth. He knows Garrett is dead, and offers Mike the chance to essentially see his ghost in exchange for Abby.

Furthermore, Cassidy doesn’t ever attack Abby, he doesn’t respond when William tells the children to wake up and go after her, and most interestingly-

Look at this image.

When Abby shows the missing kids what happened to them (in a scene I actually loved, btw, and I will take absolutely no criticism), you can see Jeremy in blue, Gabriel in the top hat, Fritz with the hook hand, Susie with long blonde hair, and… what I believe might actually be Garrett with dark hair and a red shirt. Because one thing is clear- that is not Cassidy.

Cassidy is not being controlled. He is fully aware, and he is angry. Hell, if you listen to his tone when he says “we want Abby,” it’s angry. Forceful. “We. Want. Abby.”

Again, Cassidy knows what is happening. He is angry and vengeful, and he’s the only one. So… why?

Well, honestly, this was my big qualm with the movie. Why was Cassidy special? In my eyes, there are four answers to this. He has a direct connection to William, a direct connection to Fazbear, a direct connection to every missing child that is unique to him, or he was the first or last of the missing kids. These would all set him apart. But we have no reason to believe he has a connection to FE, he was the fourth of the five missing kids as seen in the opening, and it seemed like the five of them were a group of friends. So what makes him special? He obviously knows or has something that sets him apart.

The imagery

Let me rewind now to when Mike first gets his answer about who took Garrett. He finds Cassidy in the woods and asks him for help remembering Garrett’s kidnapper. Cassidy responds by showing Mike a drawing of Spring Bonnie. Again, he knows that Spring Bonnie is evil, but more importantly here, he knows that Spring Bonnie took Garrett. Now, there are three ways he could know. One, process of elimination- the rabbit took him, so it took Garrett too. Two, assuming a relation to Afton, he saw or knew when this happened. Three, it was a matter of association.

Well, I actually doubt it was either of the first two. (You will see why this is not self contradictory in a second.) One, if it was because Spring Bonnie took Cassidy, well, Mike asked about Garrett, not Cassidy. For someone as obviously aware as Cassidy is, this is an obvious logical gap I doubt he’d make.

Two, Vanessa- Afton’s known daughter- didn’t know what happened to Garrett. When Mike asked- "asked"- if she knew, she said "not about Garrett." And while we don't have a clear timeline here (thanks Vanessa for your very ambiguous "in the 80s, kids went missing", we. we know), this was likely Afton's first kill. Meaning Cassidy was even younger then than he was when he died.

So, what do I mean by "it was a matter of association"? And how is this not self contradictory?

Well, assuming Cassidy didn't just. know Afton did it, what might have happened instead actually works even better with the idea that he knew Afton.

Compare the imagery here to that of the photo Vanessa shows Mike.

Spring Bonnie and the toy plane. If he saw Spring Bonnie and Vanessa with Garrett’s toy, seeing Garrett with that toy, he could assume that Spring Bonnie got it from him. Therefore, Garrett was taken by Spring Bonnie- Vanessa and Cassidy’s dad in the costume.

Their relationship

This one I’ll keep short. We only see Cassidy and William interact once. And it’s a very bizarre scene.

William is struggling, clinging to life, and Cassidy is standing, watching. Someone else said he was crying here, but I didn’t see it. Maybe, maybe not. I’m leaving that there. Either way, William reaches out to Cassidy, seemingly for help, and Cassidy shuts the door on him.

Watching the movie back and realizing Cassidy was never under William’s influence, this scene is… confusing, to say the least. Why would William reach for the help of the one child who was never under his thumb? What is he trying to appeal to? And why does Cassidy get the moment of being the one to shut the door on him?

Well, it’s obvious to see through Vanessa and the four missing children under his control that he is very clearly abusive to his children. Which isn’t a surprise to most, but anyway. Through the few minutes he and Vanessa are together, he berates her, strangles her, stabs her in the stomach and leaves her for dead, and Mike remarks that William “really messed [her] up”. He similarly berates and insults the missing kids, calling them pathetic and small. At the same time, however, he relies on his children to back him up. Vanessa is supposed to keep Mike from knowing anything and kill him if he gets too close. The animatronics are supposed to kill children and adults alike on his command. He leans on them. They are supposed to back him up.

And this would extend even to the one who he never controlled entirely if Cassidy was his son. His daughter let him down. His victims turned on him. But he still has one child left who hasn’t let him down. One who wasn’t there for him, but should be. Because that is the job of William’s children.

He reaches for Cassidy, the boy shuts the door on his murderer. The man who abused, betrayed, and slaughtered him all while he was meant to be his dad. William’s son is not going to clean up his messes now. He’s going to make him pay for them.

(ENDING DISCLAIMER THAT THIS IS ALL SPECULATION! I know there are many other explanations. This is just the one I like and I wanted to share it!)

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

word count: 3.0k

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a/n: ya'll, I'm so fucking sorry. but I'm really putting Felix through the ringer in this fic 😭 the poor baby… but just know and remember that minho is back in his life and he has many ppl that care abt him, like his older brother chris. so I think he'll be okay in the end. 🥺 ily guys and thanks for all the support, drop a comment below with your thoughts~ 💗

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  After the taxi ride back home to Minho’s dorm on campus, everything else melted away. His mind slid into autopilot, his limbs moving without him even thinking about it. 

  Before he knew it, he had carried Felix all the way through the dorm’s front door, into the kitchen, past the living room, and into his room. His bed was a full size - which was quite rare on campus since most dorm rooms were so small they could only fit a twin. But he and Chris had gotten lucky with a larger dorm since they were friends with the senior RA on campus. 

  He never thought he’d have Felix on his bed again - sprawled out across his sheets, hair fanned against the pillow and hiding half of his face underneath the blonde locks. Never thought he'd get the chance to see such a sight after all of the years had passed since their time growing up in Busan. Felix looked so delicate and fragile just then. Slowly, Minho made room beside him and sat down on the plush mattress. Reaching out, he pressed a gentle hand against the blonde’s forehead. He was warm, but not feverish. A good sign. 

  Then, Minho grabbed the nearby water bottle he always kept at his bedside table. Uncapping it, he made to fit a hand beneath Felix’s head, cradling his neck and lifting him from the pillow just by a little bit. Fitting the rim of the bottle against his lips, he gently prodded them open for him to drink from. 

  For a few seconds, Felix’s eyes fluttered underneath his eyelids. And he allowed Minho to help him drink a few incremental sips of water. Until his lips were closed once more and his body was completely shutting down. Minho could feel the weight of him in his arm, as he slipped into a shadowy dreamland of liquor and drugs. 

  After that, Minho chose to sit by his side for a long while. Just watching over him in silence. Brushing delicate fingers through his blonde tresses and across his warm, freckled cheekbones. “I’m sorry,” he started, his voice breaking just a little bit as he watched the way Felix’s chest rose and fell with the shallow breaths of sleep. “I should’ve been there for you, no matter what… I shouldn’t have pushed you away so much. I’m sorry.” 

  He could feel the tears cascading down his cheeks then, chilling his skin as his shoulders shook from his quiet sobbing. Minho reached down and held onto one of Felix’s hands, interlocking their fingers and studying the way their palms fit together so fucking perfectly. 

  “I promise, I won’t make the same mistake again. I promise on my life I won’t, Felix. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you tonight, that I hadn’t stopped everything earlier…” Because if they hadn’t been on bad terms again, maybe they would’ve gone to that same club together. And then there wouldn’t have been any drugs or kidnappers involved. Maybe, Minho would've been in that stranger's position instead, running his tongue across Felix's skin and-

  As Minho stared on at Felix, he so badly wanted to get revenge for the younger man. To avenge the trauma he had just been through and catch the perpetrator— but Minho wasn’t foolish, and he knew that man from the bar wasn’t foolish either. He would never darken the doorstep of that nightclub, probably never come around those same parts of the city for fear of being caught. Even still, Minho would make sure he and Felix would give testimonies to the local police once they were both well enough to stand and think properly. 

  As he sat there on the bed beside Felix, he could feel the heaviness of exhaustion begin to wash over him. It had been a long night— a long week, for that matter. Plus, the alcohol running through his system was starting to make him feel lethargic and sleepy. Slowly, he bent down, leaning against Felix and resting his head gently on the younger’s chest. 

  Staring up at Felix’s angelic face that was completely slacked of all emotion, dreamland was quickly beginning to cloud his mind. Blurring the edges of the room, and bleaching all the color on Felix’s face. And just like that, he was falling asleep to the feeling of Felix’s warm hand and his heartbeat ringing out in Minho’s ear. 

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

  Minho didn’t know how many hours had passed— but he was awoken with a forceful shake to his shoulder. Eyes gradually opening, he was met with a frowning Chris. His dark brows were furrowed, his eyes scanning the length of Minho and Felix’s bodies. Minho's heart immediately dropped into the pit of his stomach at the displeased look on his best friend's face. Minho shot up from his space atop Felix, repositioning his shirt. 

  “What the fuck happened?” Is all Chris asked, brotherly instincts coming over him as he made to feel Felix’s forehead for any sort of temperature. 

  Staring up at Felix’s serene face, which was still completely relaxed from his deep slumber, Minho took in a sigh. He steeled himself for the outburst that was surely to follow from his confession. “He was drugged. I was at the bar at Midnight Horse, and before I knew it, this strange man who looked to be in his thirties was dragging Felix out of there. Thankfully, I managed to catch up with them in time and got Felix back.” 

  Minho heard a sharp intake of breath to his left, and that’s when he noticed his two other friends standing in the doorway of his room. Hyunjin had a hand over his mouth, as he rushed over to the other side of the bed and squeezed Felix’s arm. “Oh my god— is he gonna be okay? Maybe we should—”

  Changbin was beside Minho then, staring down at the scene before him. “If it’s a date rape drug, the side effects should fade within twelve hours. If he doesn’t wake up after, that’s when you’ll have a problem.” 

  The entire time, Chris was completely silent. He was just studying Felix’s form, eyes locked on his face as his fingers gently brushed through his soft blonde locks. Subtly, Minho had released his hand from Felix’s, hoping no one had noticed in the throng of their worry.

  “Chris… what do you wanna do?” Minho finally asked, staring up at his best friend and watching his mind blur a mile a minute as he thought of a plan. The emotions were clear on his face— anger, disappointment, but mostly… a loving kind of worry. 

  “I’m taking him to the ER,” Chris said in a deep voice, thumb brushing against Felix’s jaw. “There’s no way I’m taking any chances on his life. Here, help me get him up.” Changbin and Hyunjin made to lift Felix into Chris’ arms, the air in the room constricting with the severity of the situation. 

  It felt like all the breath was being pulled out of Minho’s lungs, as he helped fit Felix’s limp body into his best friend’s arms. Chris' brow was set into a furrowed line, his eyes dark and stormy. 

  “Do you want company?” Hyunjin asked, brushing a hand across the top of Felix’s head. Then his focus was flicking to Minho, and he gave the older man a silent kind of look. The kind that read— I know how tortuous this is for you right now, and I'm so sorry. 

  Chris offered Hyunjin a weak smile, “I’d love that, actually.” 

  “I’ll drive, then,” Changbin said in a gruff tone, as he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. He led the group out of Minho’s bedroom. 

  Minho stopped in his tracks at the kitchen counter, watching all three of the men slipping on their coats and shoes. Chris turned to face him, raising a dark eyebrow, “Are you coming with?” 

  Minho found himself shaking his head in answer before his mind could even register what he wanted to say. “It’s been a long night,” his eyes flicked to the nearby kitchen clock, reading that it was well past two in the morning. “I’m still a little shaken from everything, so I think I should stay back.” 

  But he was lying. 

  It was all a bunch of filthy lies. 

  He wanted to do nothing but be the one to hold onto Felix, to walk him straight into that ER and demand someone help them. He wanted nothing more but to be by his bedside, as they listened to the doctor’s diagnosis and as Felix finally came to. Because Minho knew he would. He knew Felix would be okay. 

  But alas, he couldn’t. 

  He couldn’t do any of it— because everyone else was too close and special to him. And he especially didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Chris if it somehow got out about what Felix and he had done in the past. About all the sins against society they had committed in their youth with each other. 

  So instead, he held himself back. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he watched on the sidelines as Chris nodded in understanding and was quickly sliding out the front door. Hyunjin turned just as he was about to leave, giving Minho a gentle, comforting look. 

  It’s gonna be okay, he mouthed silently, waiting until Minho nodded in acknowledgment before he was shutting the front door behind him with a soft click. 

  Minho found himself sitting down on the living room couch soon after they left, sucking in a few deep breaths from all of the adrenaline that was still bleeding into his veins. 

  And only when he closed his eyes again and let his mind wander across all the events of the night, did he remember Jeongin’s face. And the way he had looked at Minho in the taxi that night, practically begging Minho to keep him updated because he wasn’t able to get close to Felix in that situation. Because Minho wouldn't allow it. 

  Without giving it another thought, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone with the crumbled piece of paper that held Jeongin’s number on it. He texted something short and simple. 

Today 

04:37

Got home, Felix is going to the hospital with his older brother, Chris. 

  Almost within an instant, Jeongin was typing out a reply. Like he had been waiting and sitting at his phone for the last few hours just expecting an update. 

That’s good. I’m glad he has someone like you in his life. 

Like you care— your cliche of friends is fucking deplorable. 

Easy for you to say that when you have no idea what we all went through in high school. Where were you when Felix was growing up? When he was being bullied relentlessly at school and in a toxic relationship? 

  Everything stopped for Minho after that. 

  The air in his lungs stopped circulating, his brain stopped running a mile a minute. 

  And all of the puzzle pieces clicked together. 

  All of the doubts and wonderings, 

  All the times he caught tiny glimpses of the real Felix— the one that was buried under all the liquor and glitz and sex, 

  Jeongin offered up the real version of the blonde male, just like that. 

What do you mean by a toxic relationship? 

  For a few minutes, there was complete radio silence on Jeongin’s end. And Minho knew that he was right— knew that he had no right to berate Felix’s friends and get mad at their lack of compassion and support when Minho had been out of Felix’s life for so long… when he had pushed him away and out of his presence for years on end.

I don’t see the point of sugar-coating things, and I know Felix looks up to you too much to ever tell you this shit in the first place, so it's for his own fucking good. 

Please, just fucking tell me. What happened to him in high school? Why did he change so dramatically from the last time I saw him in our childhood til now? 

  Then, Jeongin was typing again. 

The relationship he was in was— famous around school back in the day. Everyone knew about it and didn’t do anything to stop it. Not even his family knew, he tried to keep it a secret from everyone. Guess he met some dude at a diner, and they fell in love — or if you can even call it that when you’re fifteen and the other guy is thirty-two. 

I didn’t even know about it, til Felix came to me with a beat-up face and a bruised neck, and half his clothes missing one day. He was crying in my arms and begging me not to leave his side and when I finally got the truth out of him I wanted to fucking kill the monster that had hurt my best friend so much. The man had groomed him and shit, forced him to fall in love, then proceeded to do all kinds of crazy stuff with him- sex and whatnot. Would sometimes beat him up too. 

Felix never said it explicitly, but I knew that the guy had raped him. A lot. We got the police to investigate without his family knowing because Jisung’s dad was a police chief. Got that man locked up for a long time, and thank god for Seungmin who— 

  Minho couldn’t read anymore after that. Instead, he threw his phone across the floor and raced to the nearby bathroom. Throwing the door open, he fell to his knees, gripping the toilet seat and letting everything flow out. All the liquor and pain and sadness. 

  It felt like his heart was squeezing the life right out of him, racing like a crazed horse. His palms were so sweaty, that he found it hard to grip onto the porcelain toilet seat. And even after he felt like he had emptied himself of everything, he couldn’t stop. 

  Like his body was rejecting everything and forcing himself to get rid of it all.

  His stomach was constricting so much with all of the pain, but he wasn’t able to stop. 

  He couldn’t even see the toilet bowl in front of him, his eyes so clouded with the mist of tears. They left a mess on his cheeks, the sudden headache he was getting killing his temples. 

  Groomed. 

  Beaten. 

  Abused. 

  Raped. 

  The last of those things kept replaying over and over again in his mind, like a broken record that was stuck on the same track. 

  And he hadn’t known— he hadn’t known, this whole time. 

  He hadn’t thought to ask, hadn’t pondered on the idea of it... 

  Because no— how could it ever be? 

  Not cute, innocent little Lee Felix. 

  Not his Felix. 

  A version of Felix — the one that he knew during his childhood - flashed across the front of Minho’s mind then. All dark tresses, wide eyes, and a perpetual smile on his face. 

  So perfect, so unbroken, so ethereal and beautiful. 

  And all of that had been ripped away from him, by force and by hatred and by a fucking monster of a human. 

  But no, the man who took away everything wasn’t even human. Wasn’t even a man. He was a vile, cesspool. A viper hiding in plain sight, in the thick of a forest. 

  At the thought of the demon that had hurt Felix so much, Minho finally managed to stop himself from dry-heaving. Instead, he sat back and pressed his spine to the bathroom’s nearby wall. 

  Jeongin was right. 

  He hadn’t been there for Felix. 

  Through the worst time of his life, Minho was nowhere to be found. Even when Felix was going through hell and back every single day growing up into adulthood, Minho was a whisper on the horizon. Never to be found or contacted. 

  And even now that they were adults— he was still pulling away from Felix. Because of his stupid issues and his feelings about their entire relationship. 

  But everything made so much sense now… 

  The desperation, 

  The near begging, 

 The tears and cutting. 

  It was all a rebound. 

  Minho was Felix’s rebound. 

  And Minho had the sneaking suspicion that the whole reason Felix had showed up at the same university as him was to find Minho again. 

  To make that connection again, after so many years and after so much hurt and abuse. 

  And instead of reaching out a hand and helping Felix through the pain, instead of being his stronghold and comfort, he abandoned Felix. 

  Just like everyone else did in Felix’s life. 

  Minho’s head was pounding so much at that moment, that he could barely see or think anymore. The tears were fogging up his vision, as he shifted through the dorm and into his room again. Flopping down into his bed, he buried his face into his pillow. 

  The one Felix’s head had been lying on for the past few hours. 

  The one that held his scent now— of flowers and everything sweet and fruity. 

  Minho used it to muffle his cries, gripping ahold of the downy fabric as the violent sods wracked through his entire body. 

  He could feel his limbs giving up on him, as the weariness from all the emotions, thoughts and trauma began to wash over him. And he tried to fight it— tried to fight the sleep that he wanted so badly to evade, but he just… couldn’t. Like his body was shutting down, forcing him into sleep because it knew how badly he needed it. 

  And the last thing that crossed his mind, that came up into his vision, was Felix’s sketchbook… 

  Of the drawing on the other page Minho had studied that night, besides the portrait of the dancer- of him. 

  That human head, with the distressed colors and the dark, depressing aura… 

  It had been a self-portrait. 

  Of Felix. 

  The entire time, Minho had never realized. 

  And Minho wondered when he had drawn that— what time frame it was encapsulated in. 

  But at least, now he knew why Felix had drawn it. 

  Even so, knowing the why behind the drawing was almost worse than having glimpsed it in the first place. 

  It killed Minho so much inside, that the last thing he felt was his heart squeezing desperately in his chest before his body gave up on him and the darkness seeped into the corners of his brain. Creating a shadowy haze over everything, dreamland avoided him. Instead, he was met with bleak nothingness. 

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

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[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: It's Not the Fall (It's the Landing)

To save each other from Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale and Crowley become human. Things, predictably, do not go as planned. Crowley thought about what he’d come there to do. He thought about what it meant, in the context of God’s warning. Really thought. There wouldn’t be hopping from restaurant to restaurant with his best friend for the next six thousand years (give or take). There wouldn’t be any more miracles, or tempting. There wouldn’t be any skirting Hell’s wrath for eternity. And when it was over, the deepest, darkest, horriblest pits would be reserved for him. Crowley said, “Will you make me human, too?”

Length: 66,731 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: At Home, One Sitting, Angst, Canon AU

Triggers: Temporary Character Death, Alcoholism

Read it here, fic by Ginger_Cat

*Minor Spoilers* Alright buckle up, this one is insane! This has to be the craziest, most unique plot I've read for Good Omens. Every moment just punches you into a different direction. I found myself just going, "what the fuck? what the fuck?? WHAT THE FUCK??" I'm not even going to try to summarize the plot, there's too much to say and I think you should go in as blind as possible. Just trust it, let it whisk you away on this journey.

This isn't a dark fic necessarily, it ends in a very good place, but there are moments that were pretty brutal. It pushes Aziraphale in particular to places we don't usually see him. He is the reckless impulsive one here. At first his actions seem super out of character for him, but trust the process. There is more under the surface and an explanation for his behavior. By the end I was so excited about this characterization for him. Crowley, poor dear, goes through the ringer here. He slips up and confesses his love and suddenly his entire life is flipped upside down. Kind of literally? At any point he could have just said, fuck you guys I'm done, but he doesn't. His love for Aziraphale and humanity keeps him in the fight, even though I wouldn't blame him for turning to resentment.

Excellent dialogue, it really brings a lightness and humor to scenes that keeps everything balanced. The side characters are also top notch. Even Gabriel get's his moment of redemption. Pacing is lightning fast. You have to pay attention and keep up or you will get left behind. I think this could have used a little more breathing room in some areas, but it's a want more than a need. It's not a negative that it moves fast is what I'm saying. If I could have added time anywhere it would be to Chapters 15 and 16 because I am so intrigued by the concepts there. I could read an entire story of Aziraphale in those conditions (I really don't want to spoil).

I think based on how fast paced this gets, it should be read at home. There are a couple smut scenes, but it's really an at home read for the plot. And I would make the time to read it in one go. There's just a lot of threads that I think would make it difficult to leave and come back to. Plus you aren't going to want to stop! I didn't! I only planned to start it, but suddenly it's 3 AM and I've finished it. What a wild ride! A joy to read for that alone, but it's an excellent work of redemption and the lengths they will go to for love.

Read it here, fic by Ginger_Cat

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1, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 17, 18

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting? - I'm a default font bitch. but i'm old and my eyes suck so i write with a dark colored bg and off-white text. 6. What is your darkest fear about writing? - That's the work I produce is bad. Bad grammar, bad spelling, bad plot, bad characterization... not even that it's not someone's cup of tea, but it's Just Bad and that no one is being honest with me about it, that one of the few things I'm incredibly passionate about, that i really truly enjoy doing is something I'm actual dogshit at. keeps me up at night. 7. What is your deepest joy about writing? - Knowing a story I wrote made someone feel something, or is a comfort to them or even that they enjoyed it just a little makes powering through my crippling self-doubt worth it. 10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you? -Some personal, unshared AU's (monsterverse lmao iykyk) have haunted me in the best way possible. They just stick around in my mind and keep finding new life and are such a comfort in their own bizarre way. 11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve? - I wish I were braver when it comes to killing characters, especially ones I give a shit about. I want happy endings, I want soft futures with love and ease and safety for my characters. I might put em through the ringer but 9 times out of 10, everyone lives. (except for that one time I killed Damien)

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy? - I can't think of any topic that's presented itself as being incredibly difficult to write about yet. Most scenarios can be researched or asked about and I'm pretty good at finding sources for things I'm not personally familiar with. Easy subject matter though... I'll get back to you, haha. I don't know!

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. - We don't have fucking time for that. I invest way too much time and effort into lore and worldbuilding for fics two people will read, lmao.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage. - idek where to go with this one lmao

[pika-ace]

lovely bones au where sonny is susie

(When I first saw this ask): Hmm, that sounds familiar, where have I heard that before? *Types it into google* …Oh… *clicks on Wiki article*…Oh no… *reads book summary* …Oooh nooo… *reads movie summary* …Ooooooooooh nooooooooooo…

So yeah, helmets on, kids, we’re taking a hard angst bomb to the feels with this one.

So it’s a normal night. Sonny had stayed out late after school and hung out with Pete. Pete usually walked back with him, but Sonny said he was gonna take a shortcut (cause Usnavi was already gonna grill him for staying out so late) so they went their separate ways…and Sonny never came home (I’m already hating this AU  D’: )

Sonny wakes up in the ‘In Between’ and slowly realizes what happened to him. He had been walking home when he ran into someone who he recognized, an old teacher from school. The teacher walked with Sonny for a while, making casual conversation, and when Sonny’s guard was down: bam. The teacher then proceeded to mutilate Sonny’s body and stash it away under the floorboards of an abandoned building near a dump (to cover the smell). Sonny, now in the In Between, goes home to find Usnavi worried out of his mind, texting and calling Sonny a million times and Chip lying by the door, softly whimpering. The next morning, Usnavi calls around the barrio to see if they’ve seen him, but no one has, and Usnavi’s panic REALLY sets in when Pete tells him that he had been heading home the last time he saw him. Usnavi takes the path that Sonny took and finds Sonny’s hat. Now we call the police. So while the whole investigation’s going on, with the barrio fam doing everything in their power to help, Sonny meets another boy in the In Between called Philip, who tries to persuade Sonny to let go and come to Heaven ‘If you stay here and watch, it will just make it harder to leave later!’ ‘I don’t care! I can’t leave them now!’ So weeks pass and while the police are still looking, they have told Usnavi that they may have to prepare for the possibility that Sonny’s dead. Now by this point, Usnavi’s been pretty numb to everything around him, but now he’s basically just shut down. The barrio fam do their best to keep him grounded, while Usnavi is just having MULTIPLE breakdowns and isn’t taking care of himself and poor Sonny is basically screaming and crying at him from limbo even thought Usnavi can’t hear him (I can’t believe there’s an AU more painful than the Ghost Sonny AU) and Sonny’s killer is still loose in New York. He’s not in the Heights anymore, but he’s still in Manhattan. Anyway, Pete’s been conducting his own investigation cause he suspects the teacher who killed Sonny but he has no evidence, so he takes Chip out on excursions with him to find clues. Pete’s also struggling with INTENSE guilt, cause if he had just gone with Sonny, maybe none of this would be happening. Cue Sonny screaming at him that he doesn’t blame him and to stop feeling guilty about something he couldn’t help. So more stuff happens and Sonny meets eight other boys including Philip who we find out have been the killer’s past victims (I’m gonna make a list here just to make this even more sad: Philip, Conner, Les, Angel, Michael, Justin, Kurt, and Arnold [name the musical and have more tears :’D] ). At the same time, Chip picks up a scent and leads Pete to the building where all the bodies have been stashed over the years…including Sonny which is still rotting but still recognizable. Pete heartbrokenly lets Usnavi know ‘Pete, what is it?’ ‘I…I found…I found Sonny…’ ‘YOU DID? Oh my god, is he okay?! Can I talk to him?! Where are you?!’ ‘Usnavi…’ ‘Tell me where you are Pete! Oh god, please, let me talk to Sonny! Put him on!’ ‘Usnavi…!’ ‘Pete put Sonny on, please! I need to talk to him! I-’ ‘HE’S DEAD, USNAVI! …He…He’s…he’s gone…’ Vanessa, who had overheard the conversation, lets the police know and Pete and Chip wait for them. At the same time, Sonny’s killer appears, having returned to see how Sonny’s body was rotting (one of his sick obsessions) and Pete and Chip hold him off, until the spirits of Sonny and all the rest of his victims are able to influence reality and trap the killer. They ALMOST kill him, but Sonny tells them that it would be too easy a way out for him. He needs to suffer, for all the families he broke. The police arrive and so does the barrio. The police identify all the bodies and take the killer into custody. The police cover Sonny’s body so Usnavi can’t see the damage, but he’s still just about broken. His baby cousin is dead. Sonny finally can’t take it anymore and possesses Pete so he can have one last conversation with Usnavi and his family (they can tell it’s him cause Pete’s brown eyes have turned green). He tells them that he’s sorry this happened and that he caused them so much grief and just about begs Usnavi to move on, because Sonny would never be able to forgive himself if he went to Heaven while Usnavi just suffered. Usnavi gives Sonny one last big hug, Sonny bids farewell to everyone, including Pete in his mind and leaves. Meanwhile, the killer is prosecuted, and all the families and friends of the deceased victims come to the court case as well as the execution. And the killer isn’t too freaked out about death, but that changes when he sees the spirits of all his victims around him, all of them bleeding and staring at him, as they slowly drag him into hell. Once it’s done, all the families come together to give their children proper burials, building a private cemetery just for them, and only after that, are the victims finally at peace, and ascend to Heaven. 

[dearieshima]

DOMESTIC DISPUTES — small, soft, and domestic quarrels they have with you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kuroo tetsuroū x reader, oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi haijme x reader, miya atsumu x reader (SEPARATELY)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fem!reader, children mentioned in both of atsumu's and kuroo's passages, fluff, domestic, time skip au, I studied how atsumu talks for like an hour and I think I failed the assignment anyways, chaos/crack, kinda got lazy at his part too, a little ooc iwaizumi, also I noticed that iwaizumi's part has a line that looks suggestive... It's not, but you guys can interpret it in any way you want idrc

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔,

Leaving out the most important factor; the kids.

You understood the situation. Since your labor began shortly after two in the morning, the ride to the hospital was rather quiet due to everyone's fatigue. It was just a touch too quiet, so quiet that you could hear the crunching cry of the tires passing over the pebbles.

Silence fills the two car seats behind you when you expected to hear tiny mumblings. You didn't understand that part.

"Tets, why is it so quiet?"

"Would you like some music playing for you?" he asks, casually turning the radio on without thinking too much about it. You grab his hand.

"No, Tetsuroū, why is it so quiet?"

He glances over at you with eyebrows dragged downward, trying to decipher what you meant. Seeing the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly studied it before returning to the road. A flinch follows, and he looks again, this time examining the back seats more carefully before fully pivoting his head towards them.

"...Fu— Shit," he blurts out.

"Tets, please don't tell me you forgot to get the kids. Tetsuroū?"

He doesn't answer. Unbelievable.

"Tetsuroū! Oh my g—"

"You said to not tell you so I wasn't!!"

"Oh my god, I'm in labor— don't turn around!!!" You screeched as he made an illegal U-turn, resulting in thousands of furious honks from motorists.

"Well, I— I can't just leave two toddlers alone by themselves!"

"Then just call bokuto or kenma!!"

"That's a fire hazard!!"

"TETSUROŪ!"

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔,

waking up.

In terms of getting out of bed, Oikawa is the absolute worst. In all honesty, why the hell does he have an alarm if he's just going to wake up late anyway?

A sharp six a.m. wake-up signalizes the beginning of your suffering. You groan and shake him awake with the squeal of his vibrating phone rapping on your wooden nightstand. You find it annoying to be forcibly awakened at six in the morning when today is your day off, but you can simply drift back to sleep when it's off.

Your voice was heavy with exhaustion as you pleaded with Toru to turn off his alarm. A minute passes before he lazily switches the alarm off and retreats to his dream world, mumbling something incoherent as he does so.

You only have five minutes of rest when the second alarm goes off. Apparently, he snoozed it and now you were getting pissed.

"Oh my god, Toru, turn off your fucking alarm, dude," you groused in anger, becoming hostile. Your shoving becomes gradually harsher the more you have to wake up on his account.

The pillow beneath his face swallows his voice as he grumbles, "Why can't you do it yourself?"

"For one thing, I don't want you to be late, and two, it shouldn't be my job!" You hissed, growing increasingly enraged as you had to speak over the music that you're pretty sure is slowly getting louder the more it's left on.

He peaks above the mountain of fluffiness to just roll his eyes at you (and god, you want to choke him) before swiping again and the ringer is no more.

As if to annoy you, he snarls, "Happy?" Before ducking his head back onto his pillow.

You huff. You're agitated, a little sweaty, and maybe not as sleepy as you were before, but you're satisfied that you got your way.

You lay back down and allow your head to hit the pillow. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, his ringer goes off. The rest of the night is a total blur.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄,

when it's time to leave.

"I'm leaving!" Iwaizumi yells out, sliding his feet into a pair of Park Avenue shoes.

"Wait, you forgot your tie!" you shout to him as you hurry to catch him before he opens the door.

His neck is fastened with a tie, which you adjusted so it was not uncomfortable. You'd choose a green one that would nicely collaborate with his eye pigment. After you finished, you inserted a silver clip that displayed a volleyball in front of it.

His plan for today was to attend a meeting rather than attend to injuries. Though it might not be one of your wifely duties when you married him, you always felt the need to make sure he looked more than presentable on these days.

As you tugged on his tie to meet his lips, you muttered a quick, "Have fun."

"Meetings aren't fun," he replies in between smooches. "I think we're going into decline."

Despite your attempt to pull back smoothly because you noted that this was taking a lifetime, he hauls you back in.

"Mhm, don't... say that," you paused because his lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than the rest before they began pecking you once again.

You tapped his cheek, "Haji, you need to go."

"Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" He says as he busses the corner of your lip.

"You said you were going in decline—" he pecks your cupid's bow, "—might make it easier for themselves... And fire you on the spot even if you're a minute late."

"Doesn't really matter to me, baby."

"Then how would you care for... You're housewife if you don't bring home the banknotes?"

"I can take care of you with just myself."

You giggled, "goodbye, Haji."

As he lets his lips rest on yours for a few more moments, he leads both of you (still connected) to the door where his hand scurries to find its knob deposited somewhere on the flat surface.

Once the door is opened, he attempts to remove himself from you. A final kiss is placed on your forehead before he locks the door behind him to keep you both from being contacted again.

It is possible to find Iwaizumi quite stern, reserved, and hard to look at sometimes, but you cherish those moments just as you cherish these, too.

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔,

who spoils the kids more?

Atsumu frowned when he noticed the opulent plate that he had prepared for you that night remain spotless. You weren't eating because you were distracted, but it isn't a phone that prevents you from enjoying the delicious meal, but the baby wiggling in you in your arms.

Atsumu grumbles, a pout idling below his bottom lip. "Babe, ya need to eat now or your dinner is going to go cold. Plus, I made yer favorite."

When you side-eye him, you say, "Well if you weren't so congenial to Aoi, we wouldn't have this problem. He's absolutely dependant on touch; if he's not held by somebody, he'll freak out— we can't even lay in our own bed by ourselves."

The pout on Atsumu's face worsened, "I didn't make him that way."

"Atsumu, when he first arrived, you did not put him down once. When I got you to finally do so, you were the one to throw a temper tantrum."

His sigh suggests he acknowledges the merit in every single point you made, but remains butthurt and doesn't make any attempt to admit as much.

The young boy is tugged from your arms and cradled in his.

"Give him to me and finish eatin'," he says, the dissent he expressed to your accusations slowly evaporating. Rolling your eyes, you squabble with him a bit more until the rumble in your stomach limits you from continuing and you turned to eat the delicious food plated in front of you.

"Mommy thinks I spoil you too much," Atsumu whispers, announcing it loudly to your ears, "think that it's wrong just to show how much I love you. I think she's just jealous."

He blows a raspberry on Aoi's cheek, delighting in his squeals of laughter. Then he mumbles something about a stinky diaper, and shortly after, you hear the wail of your child you assume had been put down to be changed.

[enha-doodles]

“ HER GLISTENING EYES ”

Pairing : jakexreader! Genre : fluff , social media au

Format : Images , written , images

You were really nervous . Your crush just texted you that he wanted to meet you because he has something to say . Did he get to know you like him ? Was he coming to break off the friendship ? Jesus fuck if that happens you don't know how heartbroken you're gonna be . You knew this crush of yours will get you intruoble one day that's why you didn't even confess to Jake but here you are . Your shift was over and you had changed into the extra pair of clothes you kept there . You were waiting at a table when the café bell ringer and you saw Jake entering looking tensed . Shit he's definitely here to say how he doesn't wanna be my friend anymore, thats the only thing you could think of . His eyes searched for you and when you both made eye contact , his heart thumped in his chest . Your glistening eyes were looking his way , they were most beautiful thing he found in you . Hell that's how he fell in love with you . You both have been friends for nearly 1 year and a half and you both started liking each other when you started getting close. But neither of you had the guts to confess and you both didn't wanted to ruin your friendship so hiding it seemed like a better idea . He came to the table and you both hugged to greet eachother and then sat down . "hello y/n" he smiled at you . You returned the smile "what's up Jake" he cleared his throat looking clearly nervous "oh um now don't freak out or something from what I'm about to say , just listen to what I wanna say and then say your decision okay ?" You felt like you will cry , is this how- waittt , he said then say your decision , " I really love you y/n , from a year actually . I just wasn't so brave enough to tell you how you make me feel , how my heart beats 100 times faster when you're around , just how preatty you are and how I never wanna let you go . Your eyes , the way they glisten everytime I'm looking at them , your beautiful smile that makes my day and oh my god your laugh , it makes me feel at home . I was too much of a coward to not tell you earlier but now I have the strength, so it's okay if you don't like me back . I'm just happy I could finally tell you all of this and I hope out friendship doesn't end because of this " he finished everything in one breath and looked at you to find you looking at him shocked but then your expression changed . He expected you to stand up angry , slap him and leave from the café but instead you smiled brighter than ever and hugged him tightly " I hope this is not a prank or something sim , because I fucking love you too " he was gonna faint . You like him back ??? While you were on cloud nine . Your crush literally confessed to you while you were thinking he will break off his friendship with you . God the way he expressed everything swelled up your heart and you couldn't wait to list of the things you like about him too . " Oh my fucking god , tell me I'm not dreaming , tell me it's all true and that this is not you joking around " he said while looking in your eyes . You answered him by kissing him , when you pulled away he was looking at you so admiringly. "So will you be girlfriend forever?" You smiled at him while putting your head on his shoulder "forever sim "

Taglist : @axartia @nikipedia07 @lovesickxmina

[littleblueberryartist]

#the few things venti has left of his mom being twisted and mangled into something almost unrecognizable#(venti voice) (teary) can’t have shit in mondstadt

YEAH It makes the most sense for areas with associations to her to start corrupting first but the side effect is that Venti suffers (again)

#also ooooo!!! shsshjskkkl i feel like the au would kick off a lot sooner bc ei just be. (wakes up out of a dead of sleep) where is that time bitch

SDFGDSGDFSGFD PLOT TWIST THE CAST INVESTIGATE THE SITUATION WITH VENTI AND IT TURNS OUT THAT EI WAS GOTTEN BY THE CORRUPTION FIRST (Yae Miko voice we may be fucked)

#i was thinking like#bc of the whole “it’s also your mind you cannot trust”#the corruption takes the memories of the only person who actually remembers what happens. and twists and twists and twists them in a way—#—that lowers his morales so much it’s heartbreaking.#ending on a static vision of his friends staring at him in anger and digust. even the dead.#shshsjdjdk i think that fits more with the second one XD#but oUCH venti seeing his friends being happy and feeling bittersweet. it’s a nice thought.

OUGH

But also I can do you one better (worse) Timeloops mean that I can make him see as many scenarios as I want >:) Venti's mental health is going through the fucking ringer in this one boys

thinks about bdtt I wonder how much venti remembers from previous timeloops I wonder if he remembers and tries to save his loved ones but fails over and over because fate is not easily swayed what if it was a battle of his love against istaroth's

what if he doesn't but can't help but feel this sense of dread whenever a death is near, wondering if it's intuition or another ability like the songs

[pastelpaperplanes]

Big Ol’ Ask Post

Crusade goes by them/them!

And let’s see—I don’t think that Optimus would ever let a medic touch his baby with intent to reformat them, I think he’d sooner rather dive into a smelter than even let Crusade know that the Council planned to do that to them.

But for What If’s sake, sure here’s what their reformat would look like:

Crusade would have been the equiv. of 16 to receive these changes. looks a little too much like a wind-up toy soldier. it’s creepy.

Same as Op, Megs would absolutely recognize or at least suspect something is up with Crusade—but in this timeline, their meeting would not be on the battlefield—rather they’d meet when their Carrier threw them through a space bridge into Megatron’s arms before blowing the whole bridge to hell.

Crusade as you can imagine in this timeline is even more blindsided than our OG Crusade, you can imagine the fear, denial, and betrayal they’d feel in the rushed time between when a frantic Optimus told them they had to run and never come back. oh and the notorious Warlord you were told to never ask about—he’s your Sire. you have to trust him now

QUEUE THE DRAMA

HA no. I don’t have an ao3 for writing, just one I use to keep tabs and give kudos and cry over other’s fics.

I don’t have enough confidence in writing to consider a fic! I like playing off of scenarios, writing dialogue/backstories rather than considering piecing a whole ass fic lmfao. One day I may try! But art is my trade for now ;D

the best I can offer you is to read all I have on Crusade would be to check out the crusade and cybertron’s legacy au on my tumblr! There I have all the asks/art and lore for them, have fun!

HAHOUUHOHUNGHG NooOOOOOPE.

‘who needs another sparkling when they have me? I’m perfect ✨’

that they are for sure. but they know they’d get stuck w babysitting duties for the rest of their life, plus (after I figure out the whole fiasco that is the true reunions) theres tentaive trust just beginning to form between their Creators, another sparkling to worry about my blow up in their faces,,or not. we just don’t know.

but man this ask came soon. at the rate we’re going Crusade may not get a CHOICE

hhh I don’t know! so the way I have the CLau laid out—it takes place roughly 20 years after The Trial of Megatron. A little soon for other member of say Team Prime to settle down, hell their careers have just begun, that and if there were other Sparklings in the AU born from our favs, they’d be itty bitties.

I’m thinking it may be so much more fun to have Wormholes Gone Horribly Wrong and Rips In the Timelines—queue the clashing of AUs so Crusade can meet the lot! lol I can’t wait for Crusade to meet the SAR team I’m practically shaking

yeah

sweet

among

other things,,,

their child*

and yes it was not fair at all, Megatron on will realize this eventually—but the level of fear this reveal invoked trumped over rationale—which is what exactly what happened when Megatron realized just how vulnerable this sparkling would be should the Autobots even remotely know of it’s existence.

The Autobots would have every motivation to simply take the information from Optimus by force should he have told him of the sparkling. Megatron’s interests lied in protecting all parties. He made a tough choice as a Carrier, but an even harder one as a former lover.

HAHAHA

YES THEY WOULD FOR THAT EXACT REASON. The rhymes, the quips during battle—or Crusade is a little bit too like their Sire when they’re in the zone. ‘an angry opponent makes for a stupid one’ like Sire like Sparkling

But after A Little Too Familiar, Megatron didn’t let them near any active field so long as he could help it. Too risky, the Magnus would suspect more than anyone, Crusade was compromised and most of all nearly taken down, or worse taken. But Crusade was stubborn—they found a way—more on that eventually aksjsksjd

They didn’t get to meet Team Prime on any field, now on a base or in a brig,,,,hmm we will see ;3

No one. There hasn’t been a carried sparkling in the ranks in Primus knows how long, their existence alone was an anomaly—and one that put Megs through the ringer emotionally ofc but physically as well

there was no How To book (easily accessible to the Cons at least) so everything Megs performed was out of instinct alone,,with some assistance from Shockwave of course—theyre the most versed in watching over ‘little things’ and most of all what could possibly be ‘Autobotish behavior’ and how to care for one (that doesn’t exist you dumb FUCK it’s just a Cybertronian BABY)

Carrier protocols are extremely powerful on a bot, some go soft, some go on the attack, some have a mix of both—either way the base line coding just screams protect, which is exactly what Megatron did for whatever reason Crusade should need him for.

Whether it was by being a warm perch to nap on, giving reassurance, providing a firm hand on their shoulder when supporting them through announcing their new chosen titles, showing them the proper way to fight, or simply just letting them know that they can do no wrong because they are his and they are perfect, Megs was there to protect them—and he did his job well.

[jjacob]

all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !! 

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju​ the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES. 

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.