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Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #1: The Unwanted Personification of The Solars

The episode starts on Earth, an unknown mask being appears with a familiar outfit while wearing a hood with a bow on it with a bunch of viles in her hands.

???: Hello GeenaDavisville, I know about Jesse and her family. Prepare to be just like them!

We then cut to Korvo and Terry having sex

Korvo: Oh Terry! *moans* I love it when you bang me like that! *moans* Keep fucking me up!

Terry: *moans* Fuck! You feel good, baby!

Korvo: Treat me like a nectar! Call me a slutty mogul!

Terry: Ooooh! *moans* Yes, that gets me so fucking hot!

The two husbands cum as they moan

Korvo: *screaming in ecstasy* TERRY!

Terry: KORVY! OOOOOH!

The two alien husbands embrace in kiss as they moan lovingly.

Korvo: Fuck...things have been better since we got married...

Terry: I know… we had everything we ever wanted… our four kids… our nanny… our human neighbors and human frenemies… our house… AISHA… we had everything we ever wanted… a peaceful happy life…

Korvo nods.

Korvo: I know… I love you Terry-bear…

Terry: Love you too...

The two husbands kiss as they snuggle with each other. Back with the mysterious figure, she presses the button and colorful electronic mist spreads across some of the humans, while most of them are safe, some of them aren’t. The mysterious figure laughs evilly as thunder and lightning clashes. The next morning, Principal Cooke unlocks the keys while carrying stuff and heads inside his office. But then, suddenly notices red Shlorpian skin blotches in his hands.

Principal Cooke: What the?

The scene then cuts to Miss Frankie, taking a test for her car but then notices blue-green Shlorpian blotches in her hands that caused her to scream in horror. The scene then cuts to the Replicants and Sonya getting excited because of the Sprinkle Museum.

Sonya: Wow! The Sprinkle Museum is open! I can’t wait for the cute sprinkles artwork!

Jesse: I know right?!

Yumyulack: I can’t wait! I’m gonna take a pic of sprinkle from every celebrity on Earth!

Jesse: I hope they finally have the ones from Katy Perry! She is very amazing!

Sonya: I'm with you on that one!

Yumyulack: I’m betting they have the one from Brad Pitt! His sprinkles are really action-packed!

Sonya: Hopefully they also have some from Ariana Grande!

Korvo: No one is going anywhere until we have your pussy cleaned off. It’s attracting those space spiders again!

Jesse: Aw, do we have to?

Yumyulack: Aw just let me be stanky! My mound! My choice!

Sonya: Come on, Yumyulack.

Korvo: Now now now. I know it’s a bit painful, but I keep some slipping on that stuff. And this little sprout of mine deserves a clean ass.

Yumyulack smiles

Yumyulack: Korv...

Phoebe MacCarthy: Hold your horses, *gets out a back* I’m gonna help use this bag to grab all the droppings before it spread on the floor.

Korvo: Thanks Phoebe.

Phoebe MacCarthy: You’re welcome, because I ain’t want to have to clean up y’all’s pussy. This is the only solution I got.

Jesse laughs

Korvo: Okay, Phoebe hold this bag while I abstract all the droplets we get.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Got it!

Korvo presses the button on the mound expressor and it starts abstracting the mound on Yumyulack’s ass.

Yumyulack: *laughs* It tickles!

Korvo: *sing-songy* Doo do doo doo! *normal voice* Get it all Phoebe. We can have it our own mold and make gummy bears!

Suddenly… a human’s offscreen body appears with Terry’s clothes.

Terry: *offscreen* Oh! We getting our mounds abstracted?! Me next! Me next!

Korvo: Alright Terry, you can be next! Just drop your pants and and let’s see- *exclaims in shock*

Yumyulack: *gasp*

Jesse: Jesus Jessica Parker!

Sonya: *screams*

Terry: *offscreen* What?!

Korvo: Terry! You have a human penis! *scene cuts to Terry, now a human* And you’re human!

Human Terry: Huh? What are you talking about?

Human Terry looks at a mirror and gasp.

Human Terry: I’m… I’m a human a-and I got a slight above average human penis!

The family screams in horror at the sight Terry’s human penis. The scene then cuts to a board meeting where the board are waiting for Cooke.

Board Leader: Where the fuck is Principal Cooke?!

Board Member: We don't know, sir.

Then, Cooke comes as the board members gasp in horror and disgust. Cooke now has a red Shlorpian skin body.

Principal Cooke: I am so sorry I'm late. I-

Board Council: What the fuck happened to you?!

Principal Cooke: I don't know but-

Miss Frankie and Ms. Perez came in with Shlorpian skins of their own. Ms. Perez has orange Shlorpian skin and Miss Frankie has blue-green Shlorpian skin.

Miss Frankie: Honey?!

Principal Cooke: *gasp in horror* Oh my gosh, baby! What happen?!

Miss Frankie: I don't know! I just woke up like this!

Principal Cooke: What?! Ugh! *to the board members* We’re so sorry council, but we believe this has something to do with our alien students and their dads!

Board Leader: You mean the fact to tell us that you’ve been banned from school grounds starting with today?!

Principal Cooke: Pretty much...

Board Council: Good! Because… YOU! THREE! ARE! FIRED!

Principal Cooke, Miss Frankie, and Ms. Perez: WHAT?!

Board Member: I don’t what crazy bullshit this is but you three have gotten worse more than ever! You three are nothing but monsters!

Ms. Perez gasps and tears up. The three teachers look around and sees everyone backing away at them. The scene then cuts to a teacher throwing the three teachers out.

Teacher: GET OUT OF HERE!

Miss Frankie growls and punches the ground in anger

Miss Frankie: This can’t be happening!

Ms. Perez: We gotta talk to Korvo!

Principal Cooke: That does it! We’re going over there and giving those fucking aliens a piece of our minds!

We then cut to the Solars' house. The scene cuts back to Human Terry touching his ears.

Human Terry: Wow. You gotta touch these ears! I can’t believe it got a penis and a nose and a dick and head full of hair and a shlong!

Korvo blushes

Jesse: Jeepers! I can’t believe you are actually human! This is cool!

Sonya: Do you have a butthole?

Human Terry: I don’t know you tell me!

Human Terry bends over

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa! He’s got a butthole! He’s got a butthole!

Korvo gets flustered

Human Terry: Oh what kind of stuff should I put it in it! Give me that gunquin!

Korvo: Uh uh uh! *grabs the gunquin out of Yumyulack’s hand* Nobody is putting anything in Terry’s butthole, except me. Until we can find a way to zap it.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Terry, how did this happen?!

Human Terry: *to Korvo* Oh come on! You never let me put anything in anything!

Korvo: We have to figure out how this happened.

Korvo scans Human Terry’s body.

Korvo: Damn it! It’s just as I feared! Terry’s body transformation is a natural Shlorpian reaction for being on the planet too long without the Pupa terraforming it.

Phoebe MacCarthy: That doesn't sound so bad.

Korvo snaps

Korvo: Yes it does! It means he’s turning into a different form!

Human Terry: Wait? Am I a daywalker?!

Korvo: No human!

Jesse: Can't he just turn back?

Sonya: How come it happened to Terry first?

Korvo: Because, he’s too weak minded and has succumb to the human culture long before you two did.

Human Terry gasps and tears up at being called weak-minded

Korvo: Oh no I didn’t mean it I- *groans in frustration*

Human Terry runs off in tears

Korvo: *groans in frustration*

Yumyulack: Will me and Jesse turn human too?!

Korvo: Yes but not at this moment.

Korvo runs upstairs to go comfort Terry. Korvo enters the bedroom.

Korvo: Terry?

Human Terry: *sniffles remorsefully for upsetting his husband*

Korvo: I'm sorry I called you weak-minded.

Human Terry: *sniffles* I’m sorry I upset you.

Korvo: Oh Terry...

Korvo hugs Human Terry

Human Terry: *sniffles* I just feel awful because I angered my hubby.

Korvo has an idea and seduces Terry

Korvo: *seductively* I think this form has got me feeling horny.

Human Terry: But you said you'd never have sex with a human...

Korvo: Not as long as it is this handsome-

Suddenly, Miss Frankie furiously kicked down the door with Cooke and Ms. Perez entering the room as Miss Frankie furiously grabs Korvo.

Miss Frankie: YOU SACK OF SHIT!

Korvo: *screams*

Miss Frankie: YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU SCI-FI BITCH CUNT!

Human Terry: HEY! GET OFF HIM!

Miss Frankie: LOOK AT ME!

Principal Cooke: *gives Miss Frankie a successful cooldown hug* Hey hey easy honey. Just calm down.

Miss Frankie: I AM CALM!

Ms. Perez: Okay. Everyone calm down. Korvo, did you or did you not really try to turn us into aliens like you and your family?

Korvo: What?! No I didn't

Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez: Huh?

Korvo: Why would you think I did it?! Because I'm an alien?! IS THAT IT?! *starts crying* YOU DON'T KNOW ME! *cries into Human Terry's chest*

Ms. Perez: *to Miss Frankie* Nice going

Miss Frankie gasps as she realizes she went too far

Miss Frankie: *in a nervous regret* Ooooh… shit.

Human Terry stares angrily at Miss Frankie

Phoebe MacCarthy: *grabs Miss Frankie from the shoulder* What the fuck did you do this time?!

Miss Frankie: I didn't mean to make him cry! I-

Phoebe furiously pins Miss Frankie to the wall.

Phoebe MacCarthy: You better explain what is happening right now! Or else!

Miss Frankie: *gulps* Okay! I think we’re turning into aliens!

Phoebe gasps and releases her hold.

Phoebe: What? *skin suddenly turns a teal Shlorpian skin and gasp* Oh my God… well that’s not Korvo for sure. Korvo, we have to get to the ship!

Korvo pulls himself together and dries his tears.

Korvo: Okay...

The scene cuts to the ship where AISHA scans Miss Frankie, Phoebe, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez.

AISHA: Holy shit.

Ms. Perez: What is it?!

AISHA: Look like someone must’ve created some kind of DNA from Korvo, Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse’s blood and DNA samples and must’ve created some kind of virus that turns another organism into a Shlorpian.

Principal Cooke faints

Miss Frankie: So wait? It wasn’t the Solars, then who did?!

AISHA: Don’t know.

Korvo: I’m afraid there is impossible to make the cure. It’s like when you make panna cada the cream has to set.

Yumyulack: Uh why did you compare to the book of Boba Fett?

Korvo: *shrugs* Don’t know. I thought it would be interesting. But don’t worry, the kids and I know the perfect place we can go while you guys stay here. Las Vegas. That’s where we can find the perfect help.

Miss Frankie: Why Las Vegas?

Human Terry: Baby, I like the way you think!

Korvo: D’aw *kisses Human Terry on the lips* It had the right shipment that could help us. Replicants, Sonya, you’re with me. Terry keep on an eye on Pupa with Phoebe. We’ll be back soon.

Human Terry: Got it!

Korvo: Come on kids! I have the perfect vehicle to help us!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: You do?

The scene cuts to Korvo and the kids digging out Hammerhead 2 and washed it and shine it. Now it is ready.

Korvo: Behold, Hammerhead 2!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa!

Jesse: Wait? Should we add upgrades to it to make it more cooler?

Korvo: Uh, yeah!

Yumyulack: I don’t see why not. Right Sonya?

Sonya: Mm hmm.

Later, Hammerhead 2 gets an upgrade, including the ability to fly.

Korvo: This is perfect!

Jesse: Alright! Yay!

Pupa: Bye bye.

Everyone gets on

Sonya: Bye Pupa! Be good for Terry and Phoebe!

Pupa: Korvo!

Korvo: Hammerhead 2! Set course to Nevada!

Hammerhead 2: Setting course to Las Vegas, dude.

Korvo: Thanks for the reminder.

The Hammerhead flies off as the kids whoop. Then, suddenly the Pupa starts straining.

Pupa: *grunting as he suddenly starts glowing and then starts screaming*

The glow fade as Pupa suddenly become… a human girl? Human Pupa gigges as Human Terry comes outside.

Human Terry: Okay Pupa, I got pink lemonade Hi-C for you and- *gasp as he drops the snack tray* and what did they did to you?!

Human Pupa: Human!

16 days later… Korvo and the kids arrived in Spain.

Korvo: Damn that was a rough week. But at least it worth it to see SeaWorld.

Sonya: I know...

Yumyulack: Ugh! I still can’t believe it got a stupid starfish on my head! *takes the starfish off of his head*

Korvo: Now look for any signs of something noticeable or Terry because he has been here before.

Jesse then sees something on a woman.

Jesse: Hey look! That lady is wearing one of Terry’s shirts.

Korvo and the kids head over to the woman, who is drinking some kind of beverage in a red cup.

Jesse: Excuse me lady, did you meet Terry?

Woman: This sweet ass alien dude gave me this shirt after teaching me how to do swing islander.

Korvo: Did you fuck him?!

Woman: I would have, but he told me he is already married to this sweet guy named Crumbo.

Korvo blushes because he knows Terry calls him that because of his love for crumbs.

Woman: I don't know who Crumbo is but I'd bang him if he's hot...

Korvo: Oh that’s me. Because I love crumbs and it’s actually Korvo.

Woman: Ew. Nevermind. *leaves*

Korvo: *then realizes something* I actually know where Terry went to next. It must be Nevada where they had that neon light festival!

Yumyulack: Wow! I heard that sounded amazing!

Sonya: Yeah. I heard of these festivals. Really had a lot of wooden building burned down.

Korvo: We have to head there now!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Yay!

Korvo: Solar Opposites minus Terry, Pupa and Phoebe, roll out!

Korvo and the kids head back on Hammerhead 2.

Korvo: Hammerhead presume coarse to Nevada! Maximum speed!

Hammerhead 2: Ooh, bummer buddy. Destination to Nevada is… 16 days.

Korvo: Hmm. Better pick a faster route!

Then suddenly, Jesse starts glowing as she floats.

Jesse: On shoot! I’m doing the glow!

Jesse turns into a human.

Human Jesse: Guys! Guys! I’m a human! *looks down at her boobs* And I got boobs!

Yumyulack: Let me touch them! Uh I mean who cares? Humans are lame.

Korvo: Shit! I told you this would happen! We just have to get to Nevada on time! Don’t panic! Stay on course!

Human Jesse: Panic? *hops off of Hammerhead 2* Look at me! I’m young, hot and ready to sign up for a student loan!

Sonya: Wait, what?

Human Jesse: I want to do the uniquely human activities I always dream about. Like waiting in line at the DMV, paying taxis and having jury duty!

Korvo: Oh dear lord...

Sonya: Oooh! Count me in! *hops off of Hammerhead 2*

Yumyulack: Not you too!

Korvo: Oh relax I’m sure they’ll be fine. But Jesse, that’s what you always wanted?

Human Jesse: Aliens never get to do all the boring Monday human stuff. I gotta skeddale! *hops on a bull with Sonya* Too-da-loo!

Korvo: Well, looks like it's just you and me, huh?

Yumyulack: *sighs* I hope they’ll be okay.

Korvo: Don’t worry, your sisters will be fine. Anyways, I manage to find a faster route. Hang on Yumyulack, by my calculations, we’ll be here in in 8 days. Hammerhead 2, takeoff!

Hammerhead 2: Cowabunga Nevada! Here we come!

Hammerhead 2 blasts off. 10 Days later Hammerhead 2 made it to the post festival.

Korvo: God damn traffic! Well, at least we made it!

Yumyulack: *listening to Slipknot* I wonder how the girls and Terry are doing. See anything?

Korvo then spots a sleeping hangar that used to belong to the ship as he grins.

Korvo: Aha! Found it! It’s one of my old hangar!

Yumyulack: What's that do?

Korvo: It can help charge a ship up. *gets put chargers* Let’s use this to help gain more power of Hammerhead 2. Come on.

Korvo and Yumyulack head to the hangar, but then Yumyulack’s pants and shoes rip to reveal human legs.

Korvo: *gasp* Yumyulack, how long have you have that human leg meat?!

Yumyulack: Aw man! Just a few days, I didn’t say anything because I thought you cut them off!

Korvo: Y'know what? It's okay. We just need to-

Yumyulack screams as he glows brighter and then as the glow fade, Yumyulack has turn into a human.

Korvo: Fuck! I knew we gave you too many lunchables and X-Box LIVE.

Yumyulack: Holy shit I'm human! And I have...

Human Yumyulack then checks down inside his pants while counting.

Human Yumyulack: *gasp in joy* Several pubes!

Korvo: Great. Now what are we gonna do?

Human Yumyulack: Oh uh I um…

Korvo: *sighs while smiling* Go ahead. Run off to do human stuff you always wanted. I got this.

Human Yumyulack smiles and hugs Korvo

Human Yumyulack: Thanks old man. *spots an old time bike* Better borrow this bike real quick! *rides off as Korvo smiles while rolling his eyes in amusement*

Korvo: Now...time to head to Vegas.

3 hours later… Korvo made it to Vegas and went to a casino. He walks up to a security guard.

Korvo: Was there a guy name Terry? Yeh tall? Good looking?

Security Guard: Depends. Are you this Korvo he told me about?

Korvo: Uh yes? Why?

Security Guard: Come with me.

The scene cuts to an office where the Security Guard plays the footage of Terry at the Casino.

Terry: *on video* Where’s the fucking game room? I want to play Tobaccon Gwen, *kicks a child* bitch!

Korvo gasps

Korvo: *facepalms* Jesus honey, *to the guard* fast forward through this.

The footage fast forwards to Terry at a game of poker.

Korvo: *gasp* What the… these freaks look like they play card games for a living. What was Terry thinking?

Terry: *on footage; takes a deep breath* Easy mode. This is just like in the solo.

Then, Terry accidentally and drunkly makes a huge tragic mistake!

Terry: *on footage; drunkly* I call and raise you… *throws the ships keys* An actual spaceship!

Korvo gasps

Korvo: Oh no! My poor Terry! What have you done you poor drunk thing? How is this hand?!

Security Guard: He had five crestamoons and a hand of swords.

Korvo: What the hell does that mean?

Security Guard: I don’t fucking know. That sounds bad.

Korvo: Shit...

The video then shows Terry losing his bet to a woman, who laughs.

Terry: *on footage* Holy fuck… well at least no one will ever see this.

The Security Guard pauses the video as Korvo grows enraged by him.

Korvo: I want that ship back! Return it now or I will mercilessly lay waste to this entire casino!

Security Guard: Sorry sir. This vehicle is now the property of the Vegas Vegas Corporation. And you need to fucking leave… prim this guest!

Korvo: *gets grabbed by two security guards* What the hell? Stop it! Why are you shoving me into a cement mixer?!

The security guards shove Korvo into the mixer and pours cement in it. Then, one of the security guards throws Korvo, who is encase in a block of cement out of the casino as Korvo breaks free from the cement. Korvo growls as his eyes turn aquamarine.

Korvo: I CAN’T SEE! I CAN’T SEE! *then realizes he can see as his eyes turn back to normal* Okay now I can see. God damn it, I can’t believe my family isn’t here. I really hope they aren’t miserable.

Korvo cries. The scene then cuts to Stacy G, who suddenly now has magenta Shlorpian skin, who is making dinner, which is spaghetti and meatballs with Human Terry. Louise, who is covered with neon green skin and Trevor, who is covered in cobalt blue green looks at Human Terry in surprise.

Louise: Wait, so you’re turning into humans, while we’re turning into aliens?

Human Terry: Kinda.

Then, Human Terry hears a knock on the door. He opens it and reveals to be Human Jesse, Human Yumyulack and Sonya at the door with Cheery, who now has red-violet Shlorpian skin.

Human Jesse: *smiles* Hi daddy.

Human Terry gasp in joy and hugs his kids.

Human Terry: I'm so happy you guys are okay!

Human Yumyulack: Us too. Glad you recognize us Terry.

Stacy G: *offscreen* Babe, is that you?

Jesse looks at Stacy G and gasps

Human Jesse: Oh my goodness. Honey, you got infected too.

Stacy G: Yeah, we don't know what happened!

Louise: Us either. Also, Frankie is at your house. She doesn’t look well. *Miss Frankie starts moaning as she suddenly starts glowing in the same color as her Shlorpian skin* Is she… okay?

Miss Frankie: UGH! DO I LOOK OKAY?!

Human Jesse: Uh Miss Frankie…. YOU’RE DOING THE GLOW!

Miss Frankie: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Miss Frankie starts glowing as she freaks out. Then, she has turn into a Shlorpian as she screams.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh great! Now I’m like you and your family now!

Human Yumyulack tries not to laugh

Human Jesse: Holy Jeepers, you look great as Shlorpian.

Shlorpian Frankie breaks down crying hysterically

Shlorpian Frankie: *cries hysterically* Oh my God! I’ve turn into a monster! *gets comforted by Human Jesse and Sonya*

Sonya: Hey, it's okay. You're not a monster.

Shlorpain Frankie sniffles as she wipes her tears.

Shlorpian Frankie: You-you mean it?

Human Jesse: Yeah. I think you still look pretty.

Shlorpian Frankie smiles.

Shlorpian Frankie: *wipes away her tears* Gee thanks.

Human Pupa hugs Shlorpian Frankie. Human Terry smiles

Louise: Yessh. You weren’t kidding about this. What should we do now? Do things we always wanted to do in case we want to have a new life later on?

Trevor: Huh? That’s a great idea.

Meanwhile with Korvo, he's still sobbing

Korvo: *looks at Hammerhead 2 crammed between cars* Fuck! Hammerhead isn’t made for car jamming! Hello can move these casino addicts cars?! Hello?! How?! How has it come to this?!

Korvo sobs harder. Suddenly, a nose appears on his face.

Korvo: A nose?! No! No no no!

Korvo suddenly grows ears.

Korvo: Ears?! Shit! I don’t want to be a fucking human! *glows brighter* NNOOOOOOOOOOO!

The screen cuts to black. Four months and 1/2 later… Stacy G, now a magenta Replicant wakes up while rubbing her eyes and getting ready for school. Suddenly, she hears her mother, now a neon green Shlorpian panicking on the phone from school.

Shlorpian Louise: Expelled?! Are you nuts?! My daughter needs this education!

Replicant Stacy G gasps

Shlorpian Louise: Well my daughter is very smart girl! You dare call my special little lady a freak one more time, so help me- *call ends as Louise sighs*

Replicant Stacy G: Mom?

Shlropian Louise: *hugs her daughter* Don’t worry honey, your girlfriend’s dads will find a way to help us. I promise, we’ll get out of here with Trevor and start a new life far away from those humans who hate us now.

Replicant Stacy G: Okay

The mother and daughter hug. The scene then cuts to a now Peaches n Cream Shlorpian Janice getting fired from the Rake Company as she screams upon getting thrown out.

Rake Company Boss: AND STAY OUT!

Shlorpian Janice: H’no I don’t wanna be a burden y’know.

The scene then cuts to Phoebe, now a teal Shlorpian, getting groceries until a mean customer insults her.

Customer: GET LOST, FREAK!

Shlorpian Phoebe: Excuse me?! What did you say? Punk?!

Customer: Jesus you extraterrestrial bumpkin! Go back to Uranus!

Shlorpian Phoebe growls

Shlorpian Phoebe: I’m sorry. *furiously walks up to the customer* THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, JACKASS?!

Customer: I said go back to Uranus!

Shlorpian Phoebe screams in fury and gets into a fight with the customer. Then, a few seconds later, Shlorpian Phoebe throws the customer out of the marker.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Asshole!

The scene the cuts to Randall, now a white Shlorpian opening his empanada stand until people got freaked out by his new form.

Hannah: Aw dude, you look hideous!

Shlorpian Randall: What? No I'm not. I'm fine.

Rick: Aw dude! You look a freak! Just like the Solar Opposites!

Randall gasps

Shlorpian Randall: Hey! Those are my friends, you jerks! Leave them out of this! They helped change me and my life for the better after Halloween!

Wallace: Well no way jośe! No more empanada from an alien!

Customers: *booing as they throw empanadas at Shlorpian Randall*

Shlorpian Randall leaves while sobbing. Meanwhile, Principal Cooke, now a red Shlorpian, is at a bar, drowning his sorrows in drinks while getting drunk as the customers stare at him.

Shlorpian Cooke: *drunkly* What are you looking at?

Bartender: *nervously* Uh, nothing, sir. It's just that you're a-

Shlorpian Cooke: *drinking a margarita* I’m fine you shitbags! You don’t know my life you bitches!

Bartender: Very well.

Bar Customer: *whispering to his friend which Shlorpian Cooke overhears* Geez, what a red loser.

Shlorpian Cooke: WHO SAID THAT?!

The bar falls silent as Shlorpian Cooke smashes a glass bottle.

Shlorpian Cooke: YOU FUCKERS WANT A FUCKING PIECE OF ME?!

Bartender: Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to-

Shlorpian Cooke throws a bottle at the bartender who helps as he ducks as the bottle shatters. Then, the customers starts to pummel on Shlorpian Cooke who punches and kicks them which led to a bar fight. The scene cuts to Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya walking until they heard the bar fight. The three siblings open the door and gasp upon seeing Shlorpian Cooke fighting some bar customers.

Human Yumyulack: Holy shit!

Human Jesse: Aw jeez! Principal Cooke had started a bar fight!

Sonya: PRINCIPAL COOKE! COME HERE NOW!

The human Replicants and Sonya grabs Shlorpian Cooke while dodging some fighting bar customers as they ran out of the door while Human Jesse yanks Shlorpian Cooke on the ear.

Shlorpian Cooke: Ow ow ow ow ow!

Human Jesse: You are coming with us!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie meeting up with Shlorpian Randall and a now Shlorpian Jamie and Darcy and Kevin.

Shlorpian Frankie: Sorry I was late. I had a court day.

Shlorpian Darcy: Court day? What happened?

Shlorpian Randall: Oh no worries! I saw her getting arrested for calling the judge a bitch, a big-ass bitch and nothing but a bitch!

Shlorpian Frankie: She couldn’t hand the fact that she literally sucks! Fat! Shit! Now I gotta wear this everywhere! *shows them a tracking device* Plus, I’m in a boat load of debts because people have been using my social security number to take out loans!

Shlorpian Randall: Things haven’t been going well for either. Everyone ignores me now that I’m an alien. At least when I was human, I was being notice.

Shlorpian Darcy: *sigh* Man, this being alien stuff is the pits!

Shlorpian Jamie: I know what you mean. I try to change my name into something else to stand out. But there’s already someone with the nickname! So now everyone calls me J.J!

Shlorpian Darcy: I don't think it's bad.

Shlorpian Kevin: *coming by* Holy geez, is that Cooke?

The Shlorpians then sees Shlorpian Cooke getting carried by Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse while being injuries and beaten up while Sonya walks with them.

Shlorpian Cooke: *weakly* Hey. Guys. It’s great to see you.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh my God. Honey, what happened to you?!

Shlorpian Cooke: What do you mean? I’ve been thriving. *coughs up vomit* Oooh, the wound’s open again, but in other case, everything’s all good. So yeah.

Shlorpian Frankie: Honey…

Human Jesse: Right...

Shlorpian Cooke: Okay fine! The last few four months have been hell! Everyone hates us now! We can’t live here anymore!

Shlorpian Louise: Aw man. Cooke is right guys.

Human Yumyulack: We don't even know how you guys became Shlorpians in the first place!

Shlorpian Kevin: Ugh! Not anymore! We’re not safe here!

Human Jesse: We'll take you to Korvo. He can help.

Shlorpian Cooke: We know how. It’s because that crazy woman was brought back to life somehow and she stole your DNA samples.

Shlorpain Frankie: Then it’s settled! *throws her chair* We’re going to Korvo so he can help us!

Shlorpian Darcy: But isn’t Korvo pissed off at us?

Shlorpain Cooke: Are you kidding? He’s gonna gush his robe when he sees us!

Shlorpian Randall: Just imagine how desperate he has become to find a way to help us leave!

Replicant Stacy G: Poor Korvo. I hope he somehow held it together.

Then the scene cuts to the house.

Shlorpian Cooke: What the hell?! Where’s the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: I don't know! It was here when we left!

Human Jesse: Uh guys, what’s with all the dogs?

The gang comes in and sees dogs jumping on each other while Human Terry and Human Pupa are in pimp costumes counting money.

Shlorpian Frankie: *screaming as a dog takes of her device*

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh for goodness sake’s.

Human Yumyulack: For Christ’s sake Terry!

Security Guard: Hey! No Humans and aliens allowed! I keep telling you! This is a brothel for dogs!

Human Terry: Oh! Hey, kids! You're home early.

The mound spider appears and starts sucking on the guard.

Shlorpian Cooke: We Can’t Stay On Earth Anymore! You gotta help us get out of here! We gotta leave this planet!

Human Terry: What? Why?

Shlorpian Frankie: Every human hates us now more than ever! We can’t live here on our home planet anymore!

Shlorpian Trevor: Please Terry! If you really love your family, do you know where Korvo is?!

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: I know where he is...

Shlorpian Cooke: What where?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He never came home last night!

Shlorpian Frankie: Then what happened?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He said he was at some night club! Why would he go there?!

Shlorpian Darcy: Then that's where we're going!

A few minutes later, the gang and Shlorpians arrived at The Smokeshow House.

Human Terry: This is the place.

Human Jesse: Whoa! What is this place?

Waitress: The Smokeshow House. The ultimate night club for the grooviest sexiest boner people alive.

Shlorpian Jamie: I believe you are describing me.

Human Terry: What the hell’s Korvo doing at a place like this?

Human Jesse: Maybe he turn into human and he’s like a busboy or something.

Human Yumyulack: Maybe the cool people took shit on him for fun. I heard that happens to people. It never happened to me. *laughs nervously*

Shlorpian Frankie: But, do you even know what he looks like now if he really turned human?

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: N-no…

Human Terry starts weeping as the kids comfort him.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Aw Terry, don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find him.

Human Jesse: Yeah. Once we find Korvo, we'll-

Suddenly, Human Terry notices a human with a familiar crystal on his shirt.

Human Terry: Why have I seen that crystal before?

Human Terry looks at the gorgeous human man, who glance him with an annoyed look and then, Human Terry finally recognize him.

Human Terry: Korvo! We found him!

Shlorpian Cooke: *drops a glass of champagne* Korvo?

Shlorpian Phoebe: He's turned into the most gorgeous human I've ever seen!

Human Yumyulack: Korvo! Korvo!

The human Solars and Shlorpians go up to Human Korvo.

Human Korvo: Uh, can I help you?

Human Terry: Korvo, listen! We can’t live on this Earth anymore. Our human friends are being hated by the whole town now! We got to leave Earth AS immediately if we ever want to help them start a new life!

Human Korvo: I'm sorry. I don't know who you are.

All: What?!

Human Jesse: But remember what you said? “Being Shlorpians is what we are!”

Human Korvo: I never said that.

Human Terry: Korv, c'mon. It's me, your husband.

Human Korvo: Ugh! Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?!

Human Yumyulack: Come on Korvo, you’re being a total jackass right now!

Human Korvo: Will you stop it?! I don't know who any of you shitheads are! Now leave me the fuck alone!

Man: Hey K, do you know these guys?

Human Korvo: They were just leaving!

Human Terry: No! We're not! *takes Korvo's arm* You are coming with us! Now!

Human Korvo squeals in horror and slaps Human Terry in the face. Human Terry gasps and tears up.

Shlorpain Frankie: Oh shit! Guys, group huddle.

The gang huddles.

Human Yumyulack: Okay guys, we have a big problem. Korvo has lost his marbles.

Human Jesse: I know. It's doesn't make any...*gasps in realization* Oh my gosh.

Human Terry: *rubbing his face from the painful slap* Wow. If I was that hot, I would not want to look back on my family. I lost the second love of my life to a stuffed crest pizza behind Pizza Hut.

Human Jesse: Guys, do you think Korvo might have amnesia?

Shlorpian Darcy: Huh? Maybe. I don’t know.

Human Terry growls in anger.

Human Yumyulack: Easy Terry. I think Jesse might be right. Korvo must’ve suffer amnesia when he was busy trying to find the person who did this to our friends.

Human Terry: FUCK!

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. Maybe that’s how he couldn’t recognize you.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back?

Human Terry starts breathing in and out as he sheds tears.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back? *looks at Human Terry in concern*

Sonya: *skin suddenly turns robin’s eggs blue* You okay daddy?

Human Terry snaps and punches a wall in anger.

Human Terry: FUCK! *Human Korvo backs away slowly*

Human Korvo: You okay, pal?

Luckily, Shlorpian Frankie has an idea as she gets out a pea shooter and puts a dart in it. She aims at Human Korvo, who shrugs and went back to drinking his champagne, only to get hit by the dart and falls down unconscious. Human Terry looks down at Human Korvo while angrily breathing heavily with tears in his eyes.

Human Jesse: Terry! Easy! Calm down! It’s okay! Korvo is knocked out! Let’s get out of here!

Human Terry: Ugh! Fine!

Human Yumyulack: Terry? What’s wrong?

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. I’m sure we can find a way to get your husband’s memory back once we find the ship!

Human Terry: But what if we can't?!

Shlorpian Phoebe puts a hand on Human Terry.

Shlorpian Phoebe: We'll figure something out. I promise.

Human Terry: But-

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we can. Look I know you love Earth, but now everyone hates us more than ever. We have to leave now. Please, if you really love Korvo, you must do the right thing. And that is leaving Earth. For good.

Human Terry: Okay. But I wanna go with Korvo...I love him.

Shlorpian Phoebe smiles.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we will. *finds the ship on the tracker* Holy shit! It’s in Las Vegas! Come on!

A few hours later, the gang finds the ship turned into a blimp.

Human Yumyulack: Guys! The ship!

Human Terry picks up Human Korvo.

Human Terry: Hang on there Korvy…

The gang heads to the ship and luckily Phoebe kicks the door with her foot as the door opens.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Alright y’all! Let’s get the fuck out of here!

The gang heads into the ship. Then, Human Korvo wakes up while rubbing his head. Then, the gang hears the Vegas Corporation Security Guard yelling at them from outside.

Vegas Coperation Security Guard: Hey! You’re not allowed here!

Human Terry: Oh shit!

Human Korvo: Wh-what happened? What am I doing in Vegas? How did I get on the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: Hurry guys! We have to leave now!

Human Korvo: Leave? What do you mean?

Human Jesse: We have to get out of here! Everyone hates our friends and want them off of Earth!

Sonya: Us also!

Human Korvo: Then what are we waiting for?! We gotta get fucking moving!

Human Terry gasp as he shed tears of joy.

Human Terry: Korvy! You remember!

Human Korvo: What? Okay. Can someone please tell me what-

Human Terry: Long story! You turn into a gorgeous human, then lost your memories turn you into a jerk and you lost your marbles! Now let’s fly!

Human Korvo: Okay?

Human Terry: Oh! And I almost forgot!

Human Terry surprises Human Korvo by kissing him on the lips.

Human Korvo: *giggles as he turns back into his Shlorpian self*

Human Terry gasps in shock.

Human Terry: Whoa! How did you turn back!

Korvo looks around his body and gasps.

Korvo: Oh my God! I’m me again! I guess we have develop some kind of shape shifting ability.

Human Terry: Wait. Does that mean I can do it too?

Then, Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa turn back into their normal selves.

Jesse: Yay! We’re Shlorpians again!

Yumyulack hugs the Pupa. But then, they heard a loud thump which made they scream little and made them realize they must leave now.

Korvo: Quick! Let’s get the fuck outta here!

Jesse: AISHA, get us off this planet! Hurry!

AISHA: On it!

AISHA activates the launch sequence as the ship flies into the space and the gang cheers.

Korvo: Yes! *to Terry* I love you, baby.

Korvo romatically twirls Terry around.

Terry: *whistles lovingly*

Korvo and Terry make out while moaning lovingly.

Yumyulack: I'm gonna throw up.

Shlorpian Randall: Isn't it romantic?

Suddenly, the gang hears grunting and it turns out be Shlorpian Janice along with Kevin and his family, Cheery, Naomi and Alice, who are now Shlorpians as they fall out as they scream and landed on the floor as they groan.

Terry: Cheery!

Shlorpian Cheery: Terry?

Korvo: Janice?

Janice: H'no, hello Korvo, y'know?

Shlorpian Kevin: Hey guys. Sorry I was late. I was picking up my family.

Shlorpian Naomi: Hey guys.

Jesse: Hey, Naomi!

Korvo: Naomi! You too?! *notices Shlorpian Alice* Wait, who’s that?

Shlorpian Alice: H-Hello. I'm Alice. A pleasure to meet you.

The Pupa recognizes Alice from “The Super Gooblers”

Pupa: Maid lady!

Korvo: Wait. Pupa, you know her?

Pupa shows him the video he made from the “Super Gooblers” episode.

Brandy: *on video* I want to be a better person…

Korvo smiles tearfully.

Korvo: *hugs Pupa* Bravo Pupa! I am so proud of you!

Pupa giggles.

Alice: Wait. You’re that strange creature Brandy has been talking to me about.

Pupa: Yep!

Suddenly, Korvo turns back into a human, much to his surprise and confusion.

Human Korvo: Huh?

Jesse: Holy jeez you turned back into a human Korvo. I thought you said this was permanent. *Human Korvo is looking at space in shock and confusion* Uh Korvo?

Terry: Korv? You okay?

Human Korvo: *groans in frustration* I don’t understand. I thought this transformation was permanent! How is this is even possible?!

Terry: *puts a hand on Human Korvo's shoulder* Hey. It's okay. Just calm down.

Jesse: Yeah. To be honest, you were right. Being human can sometimes be hard.

Yumyulack: No offense guys.

Shlorpian Cooke: Eh, none taken. Our lives as humans are pretty tough.

Shlorpian Frankie: None taken.

Human Korvo: I-I was? I don’t know what to say. I guess that’s true.

Terry: Yeah, well you’re like hot leader now. And hot leaders are the best.

Human Korvo blushes and smiles. Terry smiles and plays with Human Korvo's hair

Human Korvo: It’s true. I’m sorry for how I acted. I clearly had hot guy brain taken control of me. Now that we got off the planet, I’m so glad you came to rescue me.

Terry: Anytime. Now come here.

After Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa shapeshift into their human forms, the family then gets in a group hug while their friends join in.

Human Korvo: So...so what happens now?

Shlorpian Frankie: Korvo, you sure we’ll find a way to turn us back?

Human Korvo grows determined.

Human Korvo: I will. Don't worry!

Then, he makes a plan.

Human Korvo: Now don’t you worry. We’ll find a way to turn you all back into humans. We’ll go live on Earth-4. It’ll be the perfect new home for us until we can turn you all back to normal.

Shlorpian Cooke: Sounds good to me!

After the Solars turn back into their normal Shlorpian selves, the family and their friends travel around the galaxy until they’ve finally found Earth-4. The gang landed on another house as they head outside but the Solars have shapeshifter into their human forms, much to their friends’ confusion.

Shlorpian Naomi: What are you doing?

Human Korvo: Oh I thought these forms might help us blend in better on Earth-4. It is getting dangerous y’know.

Human Terry: *laughs* Yep.

Then, an Earth-4 pedestrian passes by.

Earth-4 Pedestrian: Fuck you humans! Go back to where you came from!

Shlorpian Phoebe gets enraged and grabs the pedestrian.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Get. Lost.

Shlorpian Phoebe punch the pedestrian in the teeth and face as he drives him in fear.

Earth-4 Pedestrian: Uh, what I meant to say was welcome to Earth-4!

The pedestrian drives away in fear as Human Korvo gives him the middle finger.

Human Korvo: Fuck you! You people are stupid and confusing!

Human Jesse: Well, this should be interesting. *laughs*

Shlorpian Frankie: Aw jeez.

The scene cuts to Korvo moaning as Terry comes him and kisses him on the cheek while heading to the bathroom.

Terry: How you feeling, big guy?

Korvo: *moaning in overwhelmed* Oh fine.

Terry: Are you sure?

Korvo nods.

Terry: Okay. I’ll be in the bathroom. Love you.

Korvo: Love you too.

Terry leaves and Korvo lies down on the bed

Korvo: *moans as his eyes glow aquamarine*

Then, he starts growling. Korvo then gets a headache as he screams in pain.

Korvo: FUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Korvo then grows fangs while his skin turns black and he starts growing bigger and muscular. Terry comes in and gasps.

Terry: Korvy?

Korvo gets wings and horns as he roars

Terry: *blushing* Holy fuck… you got buff.

Monster Korvo: Don't. Don't look at me.

Monster Korvo whimpers but to his surprise, Terry is amoured by his appearance.

Terry: Tell you what, I'm surprised you never showed me this earlier.

Monster Korvo: *blushing embarrassingly* Well, to be honest, it’s my lifesource since I was a Replicant, it’s been running in my family for generations. I was worry on how you would react…

Terry gasps in shock.

Terry: Do you mind if you, uh...told me more? It's okay if you don't wanna.

Monster Korvo: Oh I’m actually half Super Shlorpian. It’s been running this family ever since my ancestor Koran made a blessing in order to protect his family from bandits and protects the villagers. It passed on to the family when a Replicant turns 13

Terry: Wow...

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah. But it feels like a curse...

Terry: Aw… Korvy, why do you think that?

Super Shlorpian Korvo starts weeping

Terry: Oh Korvy…

Terry kisses Super Shlorpian Korvo on the cheek

Terry: Can you please tell me why you think it’s a curse?

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: When I was a Replicant, I was blessed with this after my 13-Birth-A-Day in my sleep.

A flashback plays. Replicant Korvo was walking while carrying books until he starts to feel sick.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I started to feel sick. So, I decided to head home that day.

Replicant Korvo made it home as he starts moaning and then notices his skin turning black as he starts having a panic attack.

Replicant Korvo: What's happening to me?!

Replicant Korvo then grows bigger and muscular as he rips apart his robe into pieces. Then, his horns pop out from his head and his wings pop out from his back as he roars.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* After my first transformation, a lot of Shlorpians saw it and grow afraid of me.

Pink Replicant Shlorpian: WHAT IS THAT THING?!

Yellow Replicant Shlorpian: HOLY SHIT! A MONSTER!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I...didn't know what to do so...

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo grows afraid as the Replicants throws stuff at him as his anger overcomes as he roars.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I snapped.

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo roars as he slashed another Shlorpian, which made the other Replicants run away. Scared, Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo flies back home while roaring.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: So when I got home, you remember my older sister Janiz? The one I was telling you about? *Terry nods* she calm down and I vow to not transform again because of my fear of hurting you guys… so I made pills to help control myself, which is also why I have thin skin.

Terry: What happened to Janiz?

Super Shlorpian Korvo snaps

Super Shlorpian Korvo: SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT!

Terry: *gasp* Oh Korvy… I am so sorry…

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voice breaking* It’s just that Janiz didn’t have an evacuation partner and… when I found out… *starts crying* I was so heartbroken! I want my sister! I want her! I WANT HER! *punches a wall as he breaks down in tears*

Terry gasps. Super Shlorpian Korvo breaks down in tears as Terry soothes him.

Terry: Hey… Shh… shh… it’s okay… I’m here…

Super Shlorpian Korvo continues crying. Terry then has an idea.

Cue “Beautiful” from Zac Nelson

[TERRY]

You should change your name to laughter

You bring joy to every room

Other voices vanish after hearing such a lovely tune

In a world that′s so imperfect

Every word you say is music

You should change your name to beautiful

You should change your name to pity

You make tears impossible

Wish that I could have you with me every time I fall

In a world that's so imperfect

I know you will try to fix it

You should change your name to beautiful

I don′t think you'd mind it if I change your name to something new

Would you think it childish if I change my name to 'I love you′?

We both have a love so perfect

I would never want to hurt it

You should change your name to beautiful In a world that′s so imperfect

Every word you say is music

You should change your name to beautiful (you should change your name to beautiful)

You should change your name to beautiful

The song as Super Shlorpian Korvo purrs and falls asleep on his bed. Terry smiles and kiss Super Shlorpian Korvo on the forehead.

Terry: Sleep well, baby. Would it be okay if I sleep on the couch.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: No. I want you to stay. I love you.

Terry smiles.

Terry: I love you too.

Super Shlorpian Korvo turns back into his normal Shlorpian form as Terry gasps

Terry: Korvy! You’re you! *lifts Korvo up as they both cry tears of joy*

Korvo: I know! *laughs*

The two husbands embrace in a kiss as they starts to fall asleep.

Korvo: Sweet dreams my love…

Terry: Sweet dreams my beautiful Korvy…

Korvo giggles. The two alien husbands fell asleep. The next day, the Solars and their friends head out of the house and watch the sunrise, now ready for anything.

Korvo: Guys, this is might be a new start for us.

Jesse: Hell yeah!

The Solars and their friends look at the sunrise, awaiting for new adventures.

THE END

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #solar opposites: the misadventures of the solars #super shlorpian korvo #human korvo #human terry #human jesse #human yumyulack #human pupa #sonya solar opposites #phoebe maccarthy #phoebe solar opposites

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100stagbeetle · 2 years ago

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GUYS i just saw this sc and i don’t know if anyone has talked about this but i think there’s some serious symbolism going on in this so lemme explain under the cut

luca is placed on the side with the open, starry sky. he’s also looking up toward said sky. this is a representation of his curiosity, his desire to move forward and far away, his excitement surrounding the unknown. it’s also much darker than the right side of the image, which to me is a nod to how unfamiliar the territory is (i.e. he is literally and figuratively “in the dark” about the rest of the world). still there is no fear attached to this. he wants to explore because for him, it means finally escaping the suffocating upbringing he knows so well. he can finally see things through his own eyes and not the selective eyes of his mother. the books he’s holding is also open—he’s open minded—etc you see where i’m headed.

HOWEVER alberto is placed on the right side in front of the townscape. this is much more grounding scenery. it’s more earthly, and thus more familiar and safe to alberto. there’s even a light on which could be a representation of knowledge, familiarity, or emotional warmth. alberto is looking at the ground with his fists balled, very closed off in comparison to luca. he’s not even looking up. alberto repeatedly grapples for control and understanding throughout the movie, especially in terms of his relationship to luca. his whole idea of running away (or scootering away, if you will) comes from both a fear of addressing his issues and thus emotionally progressing AND his desire to be in complete control of his feelings. alberto has this scenery because he doesn’t like such a lack of control or knowledge (this part is something we obviously see with how he tries to come off as an uber-genius expert to luca. literally in this scene he’s brushing off the idea that what he said about the stars is wrong—and giulia, an uncontrollable force, is not only correct but also has luca’s primary attention in the moment). when luca is met with the unknown, he is excited and open. when alberto is, he feels dumb, pushed aside, and wrong; so he tries to overcompensate.

now i hear you saying, but clover, alberto’s whole thing is leaving and going off on his own to new worlds. CORRECT! but you must understand that it’s luca proposing ideas here. alberto needs to be the one in charge, the expert, the leader, because he’s had no control over his life or image up until he met this newbie (side note: alberto’s dad most likely attacked his intelligence, bulldozing his self-esteem and birthing alberto’s coping mechanism of false confidence). this moment in the pic is where seeing the world stops being a way of alberto controlling his own life/emotions but instead becomes luca leaving him and going on his own chosen path (luca’s independence = alberto being alone again). this shift in attitude toward the unknown is shown in the end of the movie when alberto chooses to stay in portorosso. he’s afraid of luca doing his own thing at school, afraid of feeling stupid and outcasted if he goes to said school, but also… he’s built a home for himself in portorosso. that’s something he’s never had anywhere before. he stops being so attached to this idea of freedom and making his own decisions because he’s realized how great it can be to stay in one spot and fill in the gaps of his childhood. also he’s gotten off the island, which is a symbol for moving forward—and alberto then sees that he doesn’t need to run away to get over his past. in fact, maybe it’s nicer to get better while staying in one place, because then he’s actually solved something rather than running from it.

anyway this is something i think about a lot bc i love taking simple things and making them complicated ❤️ next episode will be explaining how alberto’s past led to his “first impression” scene and the almost parental role he takes on in relation to luca

#luca pixar #pixar luca #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #luberto #king of reading too far into things #I hope this is good food #im still writing a fic about them :facepalm:#potential emotional projection

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starqueensthings · 2 years ago

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I spent an embarrassing amount of time on this so please read it LOL

The overall plot of the Season One has the Bad Batch scooting around the galaxy, keeping away from Crosshair and the empire, so we really didn’t get to see much of what their life was like having Kamino as a home base. In the first episode, we get to see a few Kaminoan hallways, the training room, the mess hall, a couple minutes in the medical wing, and most interestingly... their barracks/bedroom.

Their room always really intrigued me, so I did a deep dive, and found some things I think you guys will like (if you’re big weirdos like me)

This is where the magic happens. 👇🏼

This pic shows the left side of the room. We know that that doorway leads to the hallway and out to the rest of the building, because Wrecker puts his helmet on that little circle table(?) when they first arrive back.

The right side of the room looks like this👇🏼 (don’t mind Wrecker, he’s just very excited to be home LOL)

So it’s safe to assume the door is what separates the two bunks on the left from the two on the right. They have a big work table in the middle, two couches against the windows, and (amongst a sea of crates and other junk) a red hammock in the corner (which I’ll touch on again below).

But since I have a screw loose and I’m not afraid to admit it, I wanted to figure out whose bed was whose.

Tech’s was seemingly obvious (see what I did there?) From the assortment of diagrams and calculations written on the walls, to the work desk placed DIRECTLY beside it that he immediately hurries to sit behind, there was little chance it would be anyone else’s. So, from the perspective of standing in the doorway, his bed would be on the farthest left.

The bunk beside his, and on the immediate left of the door, we will call Mystery Bunk B for now, but is easily distinguishable by its lack of junk, and the large skull insignia painted on the wall. We will return to this later.

Crosshair’s also seemed obvious. 👇🏼

The target sheets hanging on the wall, the Aurebesh “C” shot into the middle one, the rifle stock on a crate in front of the bed (Crosshair has A SECOND FIREPUNCHER?!), and the fact that he sat directly in front of it would all point to that his being bed. (The little folded blankets omg)

Next 👇🏼

Based on the above picture, we can establish that Crosshair’s bunk is the farthest on the RIGHT side of the room. We can also assume that Wrecker’s bunk is beside his, on the immediate right of the doorway. There is room for a little doubt with this bunk, but based on: 1. the utter disarray (Wrecker is a slob kebab), 2. Lula, and 3. since they seem to be using crates as barriers for privacy, it would be strange for him to sit on someone else’s bed, and we can be fairly certain that it’s Wreck’s.

So that leaves Mystery Bunk B, and the hammock. The hammock appears to be strung up in the far left corner, behind Tech’s work desk, and stretching from Tech’s bunk, to the window. One could argue that, for sensory reasons, it’s possible Hunter may prefer to sleep in a hammock, but I think it’s more likely the hammock was added for Echo when he joined the squad. (Why they didn’t just offer him one of the couches as his own, I’m not sure.)

PLS SEE PART TWO BELOW 👇🏼 (fucking post limits)

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smalltownw1tch · 2 years ago

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This photo has been stuck in my brain so here are my thoughts…

Most people have already pointed out that Dot has a very Cha-Cha look about her which I’m personally excited for because it seems like she’s finally standing up for herself and becoming more confident. She’s definitely not a naive, lollipop and pigtails kind of girl in this get up and I love it 👑

Speaking of Cha-Cha… this IS a Grease prequel, so I’m thinking that we’ll get a dance with Dot and Richie. There have already been a lot of similarities between Danny and Richie’s characters and since Dots already wearing that outfit I’m guessing we’ll get something resembling the original (+ iconic) dance scene

Plus the way they’re standing in the first pic, she looks like she’s got the upper hand here so maybe she’s finally about to show off this new version of herself and chooses Richie to do it with

If this is even remotely true then Richie is a very random choice?? Especially since the only T-Bird she had any connection with in the previous episodes was Potato BUT Dot probably wants to seem cool to prove herself to everyone, and who better to do it with than leader of the T-Birds

(Gil’s too busy w/ his lovely lady to entertain Dot)

Even tho I might be delusional (because I’m a Jane x Richie shipper) I don’t think this will be a massive deal for their relationship because they’re literally at a school DANCE, so if Dot wants to drop jaws on the dance floor and Richie just so happens to be who she does it with then 🤷‍♀️

I’m choosing not to think that this is a jealousy move on Richie’s end- like he’s dancing with Dot to force Jane to make a choice or be jealous u know? Because if it was I’d be frustrated that we’re going around in circles and Richie isn’t making progress with his character especially after the last episode

but we will see next week…

I’d love to hear everyone else’s thoughts on this!

#grease: rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #richie valdovinos #rise of the pink ladies

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Some fun questions to light up the mood because lately it has been a little too shit lol (I know we have daily stage door appearances but as someone who can't see the show it frustrates me more than anything😅)

* dream project for Tom : genre / costars / director / time period / look (haircut and wardrobe)

* funniest moment

* fav picture

* if you had to recommend one project or one scene to someone who knows nothing about his acting, what would you choose ?

* random unpopular opinion

anon!!!

okay, here we go:

• dream project:

genre: I’d love a comedy/dramedy or a good psychological thriller (with him as an unhinged villain, almost joker (hehe) style) but a lowkey-heartfelt-contemporary-slice-of-life story (lol) would also be something that I’d be very excited about, it could be romance too because I know he can work that charisma of his but I’m a bit careful with this wish because I don’t want the notion to spread that he can “only excel” in roles that take advantage of his charm…and like I wanted him badly in the next Knives Out movie but yeah, let’s not talk about that…🤧

Essentially tho, I just need one project where he can work his cocky side à la Mike and Johnny

(also still waiting for someone to approach him about a Bonnie and Clyde biopic 👀)

costars: I’d love for him to do something with Will Smith again, Tom Hardy as well (preferably outside of Marvel 😵‍💫), Emma Stone, Keke Palmer (I have my own little buddy comedy idea/fantasy here that is gold imo) and since The Bear is around the corner, any of the leads from that would be amazing…I’m sure there’s more but my brain is blank now…

director: no clue honestly since even the “big” ones have hits or misses lately but I’d like to see him with someone that is established/more of a household name, even just out of sheer curiosity

time period: well the present time would be nice for a change 🤣 but if it has to be a period piece, 90s for sure, especially with his current look (I really have grown to like it, help)

look (haircut and wardrobe): again, something along the lines of what he has going on now as Romeo wouldn’t be bad lol but I’d also like a more preppy character design 👀 let the man be a diva on screen!

• funniest moment:

just straight up commenting “no” under a Ben 10 fan cast 😭 he was FED UP

• fav picture:

this is hard because I have a few…my profile pic and any pic from that photoshoot is a contender for sure, especially the one on the balcony but I think I have to go with this one because it was my favorite for a very long time (the one @stanleyl chose is a beloved classic too tho!)

the vibe is just IT in this

• if you had to recommend one project or one scene to someone who knows nothing about his acting, what would you choose ?

His scenes in TCR’s episode 6. An acting masterclass imo.

but project wise I can’t decide also I’d have to know the person’s preferences tbh

• random unpopular opinion:

I honestly don’t know right now, like my brain is fried atp skjskjsj but I think most of my opinions (public and private) could be considered unpopular 💀

thank you so much, anon, this was very fun 🫶

#anon ask

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sasagero · 3 days ago

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A3! Outing Event: Shining Hawkeye in the Dark Episode 10 Translation

NOTE: Please take this translation with a grain of salt – I’m not proficient enough in Japanese to feel comfortable saying that this translation is 100% accurate. However, I hope that the meaning comes across okay.

All chapters & story summary

Muku: Next is everyone in the Orange Light’s performance.

Izumi: You sound excited.

Host: Without further ado, I’d like to present to you all Orange Light, who will be singing the anime theme song. Go ahead!

*applause*

Hiroto: …

Taichi: (Standing in the center is Hiroto-kun, who still looks a little nervous, but it seems like he isn’t tense anymore. That’s good…!)

*time skip, applause*

Host: Give it up for Orange Light!

Children: Thank you very much!

Kazunari: What a good song~! Everyone looked like they had so much fun performing, so it was super lovely!

Guy: Indeed, they sang very comfortably.

Juza: It matched the image of Valtalon well, so I thought it was real good.

Taichi: Their dancing was in sync, too. It was so good!

Taichi: (His singing and dancing were the best, and he was able to sing to his heart’s content. Hiroto-kun’s gonna be okay.)

Tenma: Hm? Taichi, Hiroto-kun is…

Taichi: Ah, he’s looking over here…!

Hiroto: …Thank you very much!

Tenma: He has a good smile.

Taichi: Right!

*time skip*

Izumi: Since the performance is over, let’s all head back to the green room.

Mirai: Onii-chan!

Taichi: Ah, Mii-chan!

Mirai: Lauren was super cool!

Taichi: Really? I’m glad~! Thanks!

Izumi: Eh—Taichi, is this your little sister, Mii-chan?!

Juza: Why’s she here…?

Mirai: Thank you for always taking care of my big brother. I’m Mirai Nanao. I’m visiting today for a field trip!

Muku: !

Muku: S-same here, thank you for looking after him.

Citron: I am Citron. It’s nice to meet you!

Guy: Nanao’s sister is an incredibly mature child.

Juza: A field trip, huh. Come to think of it, I noticed a ton of elementary schoolers.

Kazunari: What a coincidence! Awesome—! Kind feels like fate~!

Taichi: Mii-chan… you aren’t mad anymore?

Mirai: …I’m not! Onii-chan, you worked super hard for today, didn’t you!

Mirai: Besides, I’m glad you could help that boy feel better. Thanks!

Mirai: Also, um…

Taichi: Hm, what’s up?

Mirai: When I was mad… saying stuff like “I hate you” was really mean of me. I’m sorry.

Taichi: That’s—I’m the one who messed up…

Mirai: No, that’s not true. You see, I know that you’ve become busy because you became a celebrity.

Mirai: But since I couldn’t see you at all… I was really lonely, and I ended up saying something like that…

Mirai: The truth is that I really, reeeeally love you, onii-chan!

Taichi: Mii-chan…!

Taichi: I’m sorry for breaking my promise and making you feel lonely. Once things have calmed down a bit, let’s hang out!

Taichi: I’ll definitely be able to see you next time! When that time comes, we’ll be able to play a lot!

Mirai: Mhm, it’s a promise!

Tenma: Glad that’s settled.

Izumi: Tenma-kun, did you know about this?

Tenma: Well, Taichi told me about how he couldn’t go see his sister.

Izumi: I see. I’m glad they were able to make up.

Tenma: Yeah.

Kazunari: Ooh, this is nice! This sort of spot isn’t so common, so I wanted to take pictures out here, but this really is spot on~!

Izumi: Right, there isn’t any playground equipment, so we’ll be able to take nice pictures of your costumes.

Izumi: Alright then, let’s take a picture of all of you first! Everyone, cozy up—.

Muku: Okay, we’re ready!

Juza: Thanks.

Muku: Ju-chan, let’s take a picture together. Kyu-chan said he wanted us to bring back a lot of photos.

Juza: Gotcha, okay.

Citron: Kazu, let’s take a two-shot together, too!

Kazunari: ‘Course! Let’s take some killer shots!

Taichi: Ten-chan! You’re the only one left! Let’s take pics together!

Tenma: Okay. How about we go take them sitting in the gazebo?

Taichi: Sounds good, let’s do that!

Taichi: Ten-chan, how is it? Are there shadows? It’s bright out here, so I can’t see the screen that well.

Tenma: The lighting’s nice here, so let’s take it like this.

Taichi: Okay! Then let’s take one like this.

Tenma: Yeah. Okay, here we go.

Tenma: What do you think? I did a good job taking it, right?

Taichi: You’re right! As expected of Ten-chan, you know just how to pose for a photo!

Izumi: Kazunari-kun, what did you take a picture of?

Kazunari: Tenten and Taicchan taking a selfie together! Look, aren’t the vibes good?

Izumi: Fufu, you’re right. They’re taking a lot of pictures, aren’t they. You can really tell that they’re close!

Taichi: Haa… So much happened, it’s like today passed in the blink of an eye.

Tenma: Yeah, the performance was over in no time at all. …Taichi, you’ve got filming for your drama after this, yeah?

Taichi: Since you and the others helped me, I have a feeling that the filming’s gonna go well!

Tenma: I mean, when I practiced with you, I felt that you’d be okay. Do your best.

Taichi: Mhm, I’ll work hard and give a good performance!

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TL notes: taichi saying tenma was the only one left when guy didn't have any photos with anyone... guys...

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#a3! translation #a3!#act addict actors #taichi nanao #tenma sumeragi #muku sakisaka #juza hyodo #citron a3 #guy nishiki #kazunari miyoshi #izumi tachibana #taiten cg but at what cost

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keefwho · 1 year ago

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July 24 - 2023 Monday

10:43 PM

Today I felt very bleh, like my head was empty. Might be due to the missed sleep the past couple days so I’ll be sure to get to bed on time tonight for real.

For breakfast I had half a totino’s pizza, a pear cup, and a couple oreos. I spent my brief free time playing Neopets games.

The stream went okay. My warmup kinda sucked because I’m trying to figure out a way to do sketches on my sketch sheet then finish those on a new canvas while still retaining the feeling that everything is real loose. For a little bit I was just finishing them as low res thumbnails on the sketch sheet itself but the point of the sheet is to be a collection of incomplete and experimental things. Having completed drawing in it does not sit right with me but taking a sketch and moving it to a new canvas makes it feel more important than it is. The point is to make a little doodle that turned out good enough to post, not a pre-planned successful kind of drawing. Im sure I’ll figure something out. I feel there is a lot I need to improve on with my process and how exactly I color including the actual brush settings. There will be lots of experimenting in my future. Also on stream we finally got to watch more episodes of Rugrats because we watched the movie that ties seasons together this weekend in Discord. We also watching Courage and I’m thinking we will watch 1 episode of each show a day. I only did half commission time today and spent a little more time finishing an emote commission I had.

After stream I did my workout in it’s entirety despite how physically tired I felt. I really had to push through this one but that’s kind of the point isn’t it. I meant to clean up first but I forgot so I cleaned up after my shower. In the shower I was about to ask my friend straight up if I had permission to think about them while I took care of myself but I decided to do it to something else intentionally. I’ve briefly brought this up to them before. I think it’s given that sometimes we jerk off to each other without the other knowing. However I know how she feels about being sexualized and sometimes I can’t help but wonder if she would actually appreciate me thinking about her like that on my own time sometimes. It bothers me enough that I do think it would good to ask permission beforehand or have a brief discussion about it. This might be weird of me but I’m just listening to how I feel. I respect her tremendously and want to exercise expressing that.

For lunch I was excited to make a hearty helping of Rice a Roni with lentils, meatballs, broccoli, green beans, and onions. It turned out okay as usual but I was hoping it came out better. It was still a solid meal. I invested more time into Neopets while it cooked. I’m enjoying some of the minigames.

I feel I did a poor job on today’s request. The whole time I was thinking about how I want to make something I can be proud of but it just wasn’t coming together. It came out okayish but I wanted to do better. Next I spent an hour working on a TOTK pic of my otter and my friend’s sona. I mostly tidied up the sketch and then completely lined it, taking extra care to do a good job so thats why it took so long. After that work was officially over but I wanted to do more so I briefly setup the new horse avatar I got so I can start turning it into my most recent horse sona.

I spent time in my friend’s server where there was a lot of negative talk about one of my other friends about his overly sexual behavior. I felt sort of bad because it was more or less shit talking them behind their back and I was just going along with it. Usually if I talk about him with others, its coming from a place of at least mild affection. Some of this was just mean though.

Tonight I watched my friend give me a sort of rundown of the Neopets website and some of it’s history, I liked listening to her about it. I love hearing her be passionate about anything. After that we hopped on Pony Town for a tiny bit and looked at characters people made before checking out my little house and giving each other horse kisses. I started dinner while she headed up to bed and we chatted a bit.

Today I wasn’t proud of much. Just the usual amount of proud for doing things to the best of my ability. I did well on my workout especially, and doing that little bit of extra avatar work.

For some reason my self perspective was very lacking today. I kinda just wasn’t there, at least not in a great capacity. Looking back there were moments that would have benefitted me being more involved in the present. Spending time with anyone is a good example because it only becomes truly meaningful if I am offering my full attention and appreciation. Tomorrow will be another day to exercise my awareness and put it to good use.

#journal #diary #self awareness

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years ago

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Playing in a Safe Space

This pic is from a FB fan page

Summary: Y/N is incredibly excited to be working on her favorite TV show, Supernatural! But what happens when one scene hits a bit too close to home?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: TW for brief mention of physical and emotional abuse, nothing graphic or overly detailed. Panic attack symptoms described.

Pairings: No romantic pairing. Jensen Ackles x teen!reader

Word Count: 2,286

A/N: I got the following request from a fellow SPN family member:

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Jensen x teen!reader where they’re shooting a scene with Demon Dean and it scares the reader and she goes off and hides. Then Jensen fisher and comforts her. I also had another idea, maybe Jensen finds her having a panic attack and talks her through it?

I didn't tag you here, hon, in case you wanted to stay anonymous. 😊 But thank you so much for this request - I ended up writing it right away, cause it all just flowed. Hope it's what you were looking for! 💓

As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics

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You were so unbelievably humiliated. It was like something out of a nightmare - and just this morning you’d felt like you were living in a dream.

Your joy and excitement had begun a few weeks ago when you’re agent called to tell you that you landed a guest starring role on your absolute favorite TV show, Supernatural.

You auditioned a couple months ago, with only a tiny hope that you’d land the part. The show was very popular these days and lots of girls had gone out for it. But after many call backs, and screen tests, you got the call that the role was yours.

You flew in to Vancouver four days ago to start shooting the first of your three episode arc. Arriving on set you had a million butterflies rocketing around inside your stomach, so nervous to meet everyone and to walk through the sets.

I’m in the BUNKER! You thought to yourself, trying desperately not to geek out.

But you knew you failed to hide all your fangirl leanings when you met the cast. You met Mark and Ruth first, and they couldn’t have been kinder and more welcoming. Ruth gave you some pointers for finding your way around the many stages you were filming on.

“I got lost every day for three months when I first started.” She said, her gentle accent decorated by her soft laugh. Mark was hilarious and very warm and kind, putting you at ease immediately.

Your first day of shooting was all with them, and you didn’t actually get to meet Jared and Jensen until the next day. You had almost no scenes with Jared, since Sam was off scouring the countryside for his brother, who was currently, unfortunately, a demon.

But he still came by to say hello, and welcome you to set. He was so sweet, and so unbelievably tall; you thought you might get a permanent crick in your neck if you spent too long talking to him!

But the bulk of your scenes over the next few days were with Jensen. You were fairly nervous about meeting him, partly because you had a little crush on him, (who didn’t?) but mostly because he was one of your favorite actors. You thought he was incredibly talented, and you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of him.

Jensen was playing Demon Dean in this first episode you were in, and you were playing a young witch named Talia, whom he steals away from Crowley and Rowena.

They want Talia for her powers and Deanmon wants her, simply to use as a bargaining chip with them. Mostly he finds her annoying and is always about 5 minutes away from killing her.

Though you felt a bit ill with nerves that first day of shooting, you quickly found, that you didn’t need to be nervous around Jensen. As it turned out he was everything people had said he was - kind, and funny, and such a generous actor to work with.

Most adults you worked with tended to treat you like a little kid, talking around you, not including you in conversations about the work you were doing, and they were very often condescending or patronizing.

Jensen was none of these things. He was professional and inclusive, bringing you into the discussions about how to work the scene, and being completely open to questions you had, or ideas you thought might work. He was an amazing scene partner, and a fantastic mentor. Filming over the last two days was absolutely wonderful and you enjoyed every minute of it.

And then came the scene this morning. Scene 149, Interior, Day.

You and Jensen had discussed the scene a couple of times and practiced it a few more, because it involved some physicality and Jensen wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it.

He had to push you backwards into a closet where Dean was locking Talia away while he figured out a way to power down her magic.

You’d gone over the pseudo-stunt a few times in the open practice area, with Jensen showing you that he’d actually be pushing you very gently, forcing you to help him sell the idea that Dean had shoved you very hard. There would be a mat, just out of frame for you to fall on, and by the end of a couple practices you felt confident that you could make it all look believable.

Then this morning, less than an hour ago, you’d begun the scene. And everything had fallen apart.

The very first time Jensen immersed himself in Demon Dean completely, his face cold, angry and brutal as he shoved you backwards, something had pinged in your brain and you could feel something heavy and chilly settle in your stomach.

As planned, Jensen pushed you lightly, but instead of falling backwards on to the mat like you were meant to, you just fell to the ground on your butt.

“Cut!” The director called out. Everyone chuckled lightly thinking that you’d just mishandled the stunt. Jensen checked that you weren’t hurt, and you could see the trace of worry in his face. You shook your head, embarrassed, but determined to do your job.

“I’m fine.” You said with a small smile.

You all started back at one, and “Action!” was called.

Again Jensen transformed into Demon Dean, and shoved you back. You tried harder to fall properly, but that terrible heaviness had begun to rise up into your chest, and it felt like your lungs were being crushed.

You heard, “Cut” yelled again, but it sounded far away. Everything was moving a bit as if you were in a fog.

As you stood up to go again, you could hear Jensen calling out to the director, “Hey Tom, maybe…could we take a couple minutes.”

But you shook your head, panicky and desperate. Flashes of memories were crossing your mind’s eye and you knew that if you didn’t get this shot right away, you were never going to be able to do it.

“No, no, I’m good to go again.”

“Y/N…” Jensen said softly, but you shook your head.

“No, let’s just go.”

“Back to one!” You heard someone call and you moved into the right position.

This time when Jensen came at you, you could see him holding back; you could see Jensen’s worry taking over Dean’s face. At which point all the panic set in.

Not only am I screwing up the scene, I’m distracting one of the best actors out there with my crap! You thought, and you began gasping for air you couldn’t catch.

Jensen never even got to try and push you again because you started hyperventilating. “Cut! We need a cut!” He called out worriedly as he stepped toward you.

Without thinking, you simply bolted, running off the stage and out to your trailer, ignoring the calls from cast and crew as you ran past.

When you reached your trailer, you flopped onto the brown couch and just sat there, humiliated and ashamed. You’d blown your chance at this amazing opportunity, and why?

Because for just a moment Deanmon’s brutality had reminded you of him.

It had been years since he’d been in your life…a not-very-long-term boyfriend of your mom’s that had treated you both horribly. Your mom had finally tossed him out the day she came home to find he’d shoved you down the basement stairs and locked you down there.

It was a far away memory that you thought you’d long since silenced.

But today, at the most inopportune moment it had reared its ugly head and now you were going to lose your job because of it. Maybe you’d even get a reputation for being a screw up on set.

Damn, don’t hire that kid, she’s a crack up, she lost it one day and just ran away from set!

You were shaking, and trying desperately to breathe when a soft knock came to your door. You didn’t answer, and the knock came again.

“Y/N, honey, are you in there?” Jensen’s deep voice carried easily through the trailer door. “I’m gonna count to five and come in okay? I just wanna make sure you’re alright.”

After counting to five, Jensen slowly opened your door, and you panicked more because you knew you were a complete mess. You’d buried your head in your knees, completely messing up the cute braids the hairstylist had given you that morning. You’d also ruined the makeup artist’s work since you knew your makeup was a smudgy mess.

But Jensen made no mention of any of that.

“Hey.” He said softly as he came into the trailer. He had a cup of something warm and he passed it to you. “Chamomile tea.” He said with a gentle smile as he sat next to you on the couch. “Ruthie swears it’s real magic.”

You took it in your shaking hands and tried to take a sip, grateful for the gesture. But you were shaking too much, so Jensen just took it back.

“That’ll be for later.” He said simply, as he set it on the counter beside you. Then he took you by the hand. “Come with me, I have an idea that might help.”

You let him lead you out of the trailer and across the lot, winding through trailers and tents, until you were suddenly in a wide, open, field, with the many buildings and sets behind you.

There were a few other people sitting out on blankets eating their lunches, or just lazing in the soft grass, far enough away from each other that there was space to breathe, but close enough that the space didn’t feel lonely. Soft laughter came back towards you both on a breeze and Jensen took a deep breath.

“Breathe, sweetheart, just in and out for a while.”

You nodded and tried to let your breathing slow, tried to focus on the green grass, warm yellow sunshine, and the steady feel of Jensen beside you.

“Come on, stretch your muscles with me.” He said, and then reached his arms up towards the sky, taking in a deep breath. You copied him. When your shaky limbs made you stumble slightly in the stretch, Jensen reached over and steadied you.

Over the next few minutes, Jensen encouraged you to touch your toes and then reach to the sky, over and over, and eventually you felt your oxygen levels returning to normal, the circulation in your limbs returning, making you feel more balanced, and in control, like you weren’t just going to fly away.

Finally Jensen lowered himself onto the soft grass with a groan. “That’s as close to yoga as I get.” He said with a sarcastic smile.

You smiled gently as you sat beside him. After a moment’s silence you shook your head. “I’m so sorry, I -”

Jensen cut you off. “No, kiddo, no apologies. I should have made us stop after that second take. I could see you weren’t okay.”

He paused briefly and then spoke softly. “Did I do something to scare you, or hurt you? Did I change anything from practice?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, you acted really, really well.”

Jensen frowned in confusion and you shook your head. “No, it wasn’t anything you did. You were just acting, the way you were supposed to. But something in your expression, the cold fury, or…I don’t know how to describe it exactly. But then combining that look with shoving me down, it just…”

You trailed off and looked down, picking at a blade of grass. “It just reminded me of something that happened a long time ago.”

“Wanna talk about it, sweetheart?” Jensen asked quietly.

You shook your head and gave him another shy smile. “Hell no.”

He nodded and chuckled. “Fair enough. But just know if you ever need to talk about anything, you have lots of people here that like you a whole lot and we’re always willing to listen.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening again. “Except, I’m pretty sure I just threw the job away. I acted so unprofessionally and I wasted so much time and money.”

Jensen scoffed. “Pfft! Are you kidding me? That’s about a tenth of the amount of time and money Jared and I waste just screwing with Misha.”

He smiled widely and pulled lightly on one of your braids. “Don’t worry about it, kiddo. We broke for lunch and when we come back, we’re gonna have one of our incredible stunt actresses do the fall, and then you and I will carry on with scene 156, when we’re out on the street, waiting for Crowley.”

You ducked your head, incredibly grateful to him. “Thank you.” You said softly. “I really, really appreciate it.”

He stood up and then pulled you to your feet. “No worries. Look, honey, we all have limitations. You just have to know it’s okay to stand up for yourself and tell us if there’s something that makes you uncomfortable or that’s stressing you out in a scene. We’re a problem solving unit, and sure we work together to make a great show, but we also make sure we’re taking care of each other too.”

You nodded. “I’ll remember that.”

“Good, then let’s get to the catering tent before Jared cleans them out.”

You laughed as he ran forward and you started jogging behind him. You truly loved it here, and never wanted to leave.

Maybe you’d get lucky and your character would be a hit and you’d end up with more than three episodes. But whether or not that ever happened, you’d bring home the lessons you learned in this safe space, and always carry them with you.

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spectralarrovv · 3 years ago

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benny’s outfits ranked

watch me go slowly insane as i try my hardest to avoid this man’s addiction to polo shirts

1. 1.13 “Jesse’s Girl/ReVamped”

this fit changed my life, i saw this episode on tv as a kid and haven’t been the same since. i think seeing benny in such a gorgeous tux after an entire season of horrid polo shirts is enough to put me into anaphylactic shock. he outshined everyone in this episode, 30/10

2. 1.5 “Double Negative/Jilly Putty”

evil benny could have very possibly been my gay awakening at the ripe age of 8, and i will excuse the polo since the leather jacket and asshole attitude carry the outfit. 20/10

3. 2.4 “Flushed”

my standard for this ranking is: the less polo shirts i have to see the higher the ranking. not a single polo shirt in sight this ENTIRE episode, i could cry. the striped long sleeve is a personal favorite of mine and the pink apron is an unironic serve, incredible, 10/10

4. 2.9 “Siren Song”

this look was an absolute serve, benny knows how to make a good fit when it counts. i was already on board with the hair but the cape took it to the next level, 10/10

5. 2.1 “Welcome Back Dusker”

i’m a sucker for flannel, and i don’t know what it is about the green jacket with this flannel because it SHOULDN’T work but it does and i love it. also i would probably wear this, 9/10

6. 1.9 “Blue Moon”/2.10 “Jockenstein”

i’m putting these in the same spot since they’re in the same category: not really outfits, just benny looking good in sports wear over his clothes. and he looks damn good, 9/10

7. 2.7 “Hottie Ho-Tep”/2.8 “Independence Daze”

this jacket instantly makes his outfits bearable, especially with the hoodie in the second pic. and it’s covering his godawful polo shirt in the second pic so i have to give credit where credits due. benny you would benefit from layers, 8/10

8. 2.5 “Mirror/rorriM”

i know the vest was for utility over fashion, but i think it’s cute in a dorky way. 7/10

9. 2.2 “Say You’ll Be Maztak”

i would rather benny be shirtless than have to see some of the horrendous polo shirts he wears at times, lucia did him a favor, 7/10

10. 1.4 “Guys & Dolls”/1.5 “Double Negative/Jilly Putty”

it pains me to include polo shirts at all on this list, but i will say that these are his best polo shirts, they’re tolerable, 5/10

making these lists is actually really fun! i’ll probably do sarah next, which i’m excited for since i love a lot of her outfits… anyways hope you guys enjoyed my suffering

#i hope his orange and grey polo shirt burns in hell btw #matt rambles #mbav outfit ranking #mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #benny weir #benny mbav #mbav benny

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junghelioseok · 4 years ago

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heart-on.

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ smut | strangers to lovers!au ◇ 10.1k [1/1]

❛❛ my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick ❜❜

notes: welcome to the first installment of the serendipity series! we’re starting with hoseok, because, well, have you met me? 🤣 be warned, however, that this isn’t anywhere near as edited as i’d like so i’ll probably give it another read/edit tomorrow but for now!!! here it is!!!

⇢ series masterlist. | inspired by this post.

warnings: dirty talk bc hoseok’s got a bit of a mouth on him, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), sexting. dick pics, obvi. brief mention of a dead pet goldfish :(

You’re refilling your mug when you hear it. Voices filter out from the kitchen, floating past the coffee station where you’re pouring yourself another drink and hanging in the open air of the hallway that leads back to the rest of the office. They’re familiar voices, too—voices that belong to the resident gossips of your workplace. Lottie’s pitchy, nasal tone melds with Hyejin’s higher one, their conversation interrupted every so often by an exaggerated exclamation or gasp from Sandra, the third and final member of their trio.

“Haven’t you heard? Carolyn’s divorce was finalized over the weekend, the poor thing.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine how she’s feeling. I mean, getting back into dating at her age? Goodness!”

“And now she’ll be all alone at the holiday party, too. How sad is that?”

“It’s tragic. Poor thing.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab a packet of sugar and tear it open, upending it over your mug and watching the crystalline granules fall into the dark liquid within. You know for a fact that Sandra and her husband can’t even stand to be in the same room for an extended period of time, considering how they’d spent most of last year’s holiday party talking to entirely different groups of people. You’d sat two tables away from them during dinner, and they hadn’t even made eye contact once. And as for Lottie and Hyejin, well, you’re certain that their relationships aren’t much better. All three of them are miserable people as far as you’re concerned, and you make a mental note to check in on Carolyn—a sweet woman in her thirties who always keeps chocolate bars in her purse—on your way back to your desk.

“Sheesh. Vultures, the lot of them. Don’t you think?”

You whirl at the sound of your manager’s voice. Kyunghee Jung is a dark-haired woman in her late fifties, and she laughs when she sees your startled expression, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Easy! You’ll spill your coffee if you’re not careful.”

“I’ll probably have a heart attack first,” you reply, pressing a hand to your chest. “What was your job before this? Some kind of intelligence operative? Are you a super spy?”

Kyunghee laughs again and joins you at the counter. “Nothing even remotely as exciting as that,” she answers, plopping her mug down beside yours. It’s decorated with what looks like every color of the rainbow, a massive smiling sunflower taking up the majority of the surface, and the only remnant of the ceramic’s original color is on the very edge of the handle where there’s a lopsided little patch of white. The piece is clearly handmade, and a stark contrast to the simple mint green cup that houses your coffee. Looking at it, it’s impossible not to smile.

“I love that,” you remark, inclining your head at her mug. “Was it a present from one of your kids?”

“Hoseok,” she confirms, running a fingertip along the imperfect handle fondly. “I’ve told you about him before—he’s right around your age.”

You chuckle. “Right, I remember. That’s why he’s the perfect match for me, right?”

“Come now, there’s more to it than that,” Kyunghee defends, waving a hand. “But yes, to answer your question. He gave it to me as a birthday present when he was eight.”

“Well, you never told me he was an artist,” you tease. “Does he have an Etsy? Can I buy one of these off him? Does he do custom orders, maybe?”

Normally, your manager is more than happy to play along with your jokes, but today Kyunghee fixes you with an uncharacteristically serious look. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” she asks. “He’s coming to the holiday party, after all. I figured you could finally meet.”

You blink. Kyunghee has been making offhand remarks about how well you would get on with her son, Hoseok, for over a year now, but you’ve never even come close to broaching the topic of meeting him. You don’t even know anything about the man beyond the fact that his name is Hoseok and that he works somewhere downtown. He also favors tall socks and yellow suspenders if the framed photograph on Kyunghee’s desk is any indication—or at least, he certainly did when he was still in diapers. Whether he still does, is anyone’s guess.

“Wow, I had no idea he was even interested in coming,” you manage when you’ve recovered from your surprise. “Did you bribe him?”

If Kyunghee notices that your voice is a few pitches higher than usual, she doesn’t remark on it. “Oh, you know. I just told him that this would be his last chance to score free booze on the company’s dime.” She laughs. “Three more months and it’s going to be all beaches and sunshine for me. I might even become a cruise person in my retirement.”

You gasp and slap a hand to your heart. “Kyunghee! Think of the environmental impact!”

“I said I might!” she retorts immediately. “Sheesh. Even in my old age, it’s hard to conveniently forget how shitty and unsustainable those damn boats are.”

You pick up your mug and raise it in a salute. “Well, the oceans thank you.”

“My husband doesn’t,” she answers with a sigh. “He’s been dying to book one of those trips that stop all along the Mediterrannean coastline, and I can’t exactly blame him.”

“That is tempting,” you admit. “You’ll have to send photos, if you do end up going.”

“You’ll be sick of me and my photos before the first day is even up,” she promises. Then she pauses, her eyes darting toward the kitchen where silence has fallen in the last few minutes. “Speaking of being sick—you think the vultures are still hovering around in there? I haven’t had lunch yet, and I need the microwave.”

Obligingly, you edge a little closer to the kitchen doorway and poke your head around the frame, scanning for Lottie and her sidekicks. “Coast is clear. Enjoy your lunch, Kyunghee.”

She nods and raises her mug at you, returning your salute. “I always do.”

///

As soon as the work day ends, you fall into your usual routine. Your commute home is easily walkable on nicer days, and though the winter weather is brisker than you’d like, you decide to walk for the sake of stopping at the convenience store on the corner of the block.

Once you arrive back at your apartment, you change into your comfiest sweats and a loose tee. You turn on some music while you throw together some dinner, and settle onto the couch half an hour later with a full plate and Netflix. Television is a welcome distraction from the events of the workday, and you manage to get through three full episodes of your current show before your pesky brain decides to revisit the events of today, replaying the conversations that you’d both had and overheard.

There’s no denying that you’ve been single for quite some time now, and for the most part, it’s been by choice. Ever since graduating from university, you’ve chosen to focus more on your career, and it’s paid off both in terms of the important position you hold in your company and your above average salary. And yet, you can’t help but think back to the gossip you’d overheard earlier—about the supposed tragedy of being single and attending the upcoming holiday party alone. Your mind wanders to Kyunghee’s son, Hoseok, and how he’ll be in attendance this year. You wonder what he’s like, and whether he really is perfect for you, as Kyunghee seems to be so fond of mentioning.

And then your mind goes to Jay.

You met Jay two months ago, on a well-deserved night out after a hellish workweek. The bar was crowded, and the music coming from the neon dancefloor in the back was just loud enough to drown out your inhibitions. That, combined with the alcohol swimming through your system, made you bold. You sashayed your way across the dancefloor, dodging inebriated bodies and swaying limbs as you fixed your attention on the head of pale lavender hair and deliciously broad shoulders that awaits you just behind the bar counter. The bartender is nothing short of gorgeous, and you’ve thrown all caution to the wind. Sure, several other women are eyeing him like he’s their next meal—several men are, too—but you need another drink. And while he prepares it, you plan to flirt.

A lot.

The bar counter is sticky with spilled liquor, but you don’t pay that any mind as you lean across it, the wood digging into the narrow strip of exposed skin left by your cropped top. “Hi!” you call, and the bartender looks up from where he’s just finished pouring a round of shots for a group of raucous young men.

“Hi yourself,” he says, his pillowy lips stretching into an easy smile. “What can I get you?”

You pretend not to notice the way his eyes flicker down to the dip of your cleavage and instead put on the sultriest smile you are capable of mustering. “Vodka soda,” you tell him, injecting a bit of purr into your voice. “A bit of lemon too, if you have it.”

“Trust me, I have it,” he assures, his smile growing as he reaches for a clean glass and a clear bottle. “Name’s Jin, by the way. I’m here all night, if you need anything e—”

A loud clatter and the sound of breaking glass interrupts the rest of his sentence, and all eyes at the bar go to the source of the disturbance. Conversations stutter to a halt, and even the thumping bass of the music seems to dull. Jin darts to the other end of the bar, where you can see that one of several barstools has fallen to the ground. There’s a man on the ground as well, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled dark liquor, and your eyes widen when you realize that you know him.

And arguably, a little too well.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. People are starting to lose interest in the spectacle, turning back to their own conversations and continuing on as if nothing had happened at all. The man is beginning to clamber to his feet, and a few people lend a helping hand as Jin begins barking out orders for everyone to step back so he can sweep up the broken glass. You seize upon the opportunity, latching on to the nearest arm and pulling them close so you can hide behind them. Vaguely, you’re aware of them sputtering in surprise, but you only have eyes for the man who had fallen off his stool, watching him carefully as he brushes himself off and tries to play it cool despite the sizable patch of whiskey soaking his white shirt.

“Hey, uh…” Your human shield is speaking. “Are you okay? You’re squeezing me pretty tight.”

That draws you out of your daze. Abashed, you loosen your grip on his arm and look up into his face, your throat going dry when you realize how handsome he is. His black hair is parted over his forehead, a stray strand falling into warm brown eyes set above a straight nose and an inviting mouth. There’s a freckle above his top lip, just shy of the center, and your inebriated brain wonders just what it would be like to kiss it.

“I, um—” You clear your throat and try again. “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want him to see me.”

Your newfound companion raises an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder at the drunk man, who is now being ushered out of the bar by his buddies. “You know that guy?”

You nod, cringing. “Yeah, his name’s Trent. I… may or may not have dated him for a few months last year.”

The man laughs out loud. “You dated a Trent?”

“What, like you’ve never made a questionable life choice?” you challenge. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge someone based on the sins of their parents. It’s not his fault they gave him a terrible name.”

“Sure, but it is on him for going along with it,” he replies with a shrug. “I would’ve changed my name as soon as I could if my parents had named me Trent. But hey, that’s just one man’s opinion.”

You laugh. “Okay then, Not-Trent.” Relinquishing your grip on his arm, you let your fingers graze his hand before pulling away entirely. “What do you say we continue this conversation over a drink?”

The man, whose name is decidedly not Trent, catches your fingers in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. “Happily.”

One drink turns into two, and then three. By the end of the hour, you are feeling pleasantly warm, the alcohol spreading through your veins like molasses and turning your surroundings into a hazy blur. The music has grown even louder, pounding against your eardrums, and you grab onto Not-Trent’s wrist as he sets his now-empty glass back down onto the counter.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, raising your voice to be heard over the thumping bassline. “I can’t even hear myself think.”

“The parking lot’s out back,” he suggests. “Why don’t we get some air?”

You nod and stand up on wobbly legs, cursing your decision to wear heels when you stumble into your companion. He steadies you with a gentle but firm hand, and you don’t miss the way his touch lingers on your lower back, his palm warm through the material of your blouse.

Together, the two of you pick your way through the throng of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. The bassline thuds in your ears, dark and hypnotic, and you can feel the reverberations thrumming across the slats of your ribs and echoing in the cavern of your chest like a second heartbeat.

It’s almost a relief, then, when you step out into the cool night air. Your ears continue to ring for a few seconds, but it soon fades and leaves behind only the muted hum of traffic from the street and the faint sound of music from inside. At your side, Not-Trent releases a long breath and leans against the brick wall of the building, and you turn to take in the steep slopes of his side profile as he tilts his head up toward the velvety night sky.

He’s handsome. Dressed in ripped jeans and black leather, he’s a sight to behold, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been craving a bit of intimacy for quite some time now. The alcohol swimming through your system makes you bolder than you normally would be, and you reach out to lay a hand on his arm. He turns toward you with a silent question glimmering in his irises, but you simply step closer, until you’re pinning him against the wall with your body and you’re breathing the same air.

“Hey,” you say, your voice an airy whisper. His eyes are near obsidian in the dimness of the parking lot, illuminated only by the orange glow of the streetlamps on either end, and your gaze flickers down to his mouth before roving to the freckle that sits upon his top lip. “Kiss me?”

Your companion’s eyes widen. His lips part, but no words come out, and you’re about to repeat your question when he finally finds his voice again.

“That’s really… that’s not a good idea.” Awkwardly, he clears his throat, but the hoarseness of his voice and the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple give away his true desires. “Look, you’ve been drinking. We both have, and—”

You cut him off, pushing up to your tiptoes and planting a messy kiss to the soft dip just beneath his bottom lip. “Don’t care,” you mumble against his skin. “I want you.”

Your companion laughs weakly. His hands find their way to your waist and pause there, as if he can’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer. “You don’t even know me,” he murmurs.

“I don’t have to know you,” you reply. Your fingers drag down his chest, trailing along the delicate silver necklace that rests against the black of his shirt. From the chain hangs a round pendant, the surface engraved with the letter J. Slowly, you trace it with a fingertip, the metal shining even in the dim light, and satisfaction blooms in your heart when your companion’s throat bobs again. “I want you,” you breathe, soft but insistent. “Isn’t that enough?”

“I—” He clears his throat and tries again, and you wonder if he realizes that his hands have slid down to your hips, or that there’s a growing hardness against your lower stomach that’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore. “Look, I’m flattered—really, I am. And you’re… I mean, fuck, you’re gorgeous. But I don’t think we should do anything when you’re clearly not in the right frame of mind to be making this kind of decision, and—”

“And, nothing.” You wind your arms around his neck, pressing close and grinding subtly against the bulge in his pants. You smirk when he releases a low hiss from between his teeth, and hide it by laying a trail of kisses along the stretch of bare skin exposed by the dip of his collar. “Stop being such a gentleman,” you whisper. Your fingers trail down his chest, past the silver of his pendant and down to the faded denim of his jeans, teasing at the cool metal of his belt buckle. “I want this. But if you’re not interested, I can always go back in there and—”

The rest of your sentence dies in your throat. Your companion has tugged you flush against him in one smooth motion, and your gasp is cut off by the firm press of his mouth against yours. Immediately, you melt into the kiss, and a moan tears from your lips when he spins you around and pins you against the brick wall of the building.

“You’re a spoiled little thing, huh?” His breath fans hot against your cheeks, and you shiver when you meet his eyes and see the dark promise reflected there. “Used to getting what you want, huh, princess?”

Your breath hitches at the endearment—something your companion doesn’t miss. “Oh, you like that?” He chuckles hoarsely, and when he speaks again it’s in a rasp that sends heat straight to your core. “What else do you like, hmm? You want me to be rough with you, princess? Or should I be gentle and treat you like a queen?”

You reach up, raking your fingers through his hair and skimming across the soft strands of his undercut before finding purchase at his nape. “You talk too much,” you whisper.

And then you’re crushing your mouth back against his, whining when he immediately takes back control of the kiss. His grip slides downward, his fingertips digging into the skin just above the curve of your ass, and you squeak when he grabs the back of your thigh and hooks your leg around his waist.

“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, nipping at the delicate shell and chortling when you keen. Your skirt has ridden up dangerously high on your spread thighs, and you let out a soft whimper when he grinds harshly against your center. The lace of your panties and the denim of his jeans are the last barricades between you, and you wonder, vaguely, whether your companion has a bit of an exhibitionist streak when he slides one of your sleeves down your shoulder and begins kissing a trail down to the swell of your cleavage. “You feel how hard you’ve gotten me?”

You lean down, kissing the soft spot where his jaw meets his ear before letting your teeth graze against his skin. “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

He hisses out a sharp breath, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh? I can’t wait to make you eat your words.”

Any retort you may have had is interrupted by a sudden swell of music and the sound of a slamming door. Whirling to face the source of the noise, you immediately spot a familiar head of lavender hair atop broad shoulders encapsulated in the black uniform of the bar. Jin hasn’t noticed the two of you yet, his attention fixated on his cell phone screen, but he looks up when you let out a little squeak of surprise and shove your companion’s chest in an attempt to create some distance between you.

“Hey.” Jin raises a hand in greeting, a knowing smirk curling his lips. “This phone call shouldn’t be too long, so please. Don’t stop the party on my behalf.”

Heat floods to your cheeks. There isn’t much use protesting against his insinuation, considering the rather compromising position you’re in. Much to your relief, though, your companion simply huffs out a chuckle and waves Jin off. “Thanks, man, but we’ll get out of your hair.” Lowering his voice, he turns back to you. “Coming, princess?”

You nod. He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, adjusting your skirt so that it drapes properly over your hips and thighs again.

“Have a good night!” Jin calls after you, amusement lacing every word. You can’t work up the nerve to respond, and luckily, you don’t have to. Your companion leads you around the corner of the building, where several rows of cars are parked beneath an orange streetlamp. On this side, the exterior brick wall is painted with a mural, and you admire the colorful galaxies and nebulae swirling amidst silvery white stars and the word serendipity spray-painted in pale blue.

The last car in the row is parked just beneath the letter Y, and it’s here that your companion stops. The sleek black vehicle has an almost vintage feel to it, and you glance up when you hear the jingle of metal.

“I’m guessing this is yours?”

He nods, pulling a set of keys from the pocket of his leather jacket and inserting one into the lock. “Yeah. You like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, tracing the edge of the passenger window “Makes my car look like a total piece of shit by comparison.”

Your companion chuckles, pulling open the driver’s side door, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window as he presses a button to unlock the rest of the doors. Your hair’s a bit of a mess and your mascara has smudged beneath your right eye, and you hurriedly swipe at it as your companion turns his attention back to you.

“So,” he says. “Now what? I can give you a ride home, if you want.”

Deliberately, you let your gaze drop down to his crotch, where his bulge—albeit waning—is still visible. “Seriously? I thought you were going to… what was it again? Make me eat my words?”

And just like that, it’s as if a switch has flipped. His eyes darken to obsidian, his lips settling into a stern line, and you barely have time to draw in a breath before he’s caging you against the side of his car and molding his mouth to yours. Your lips part beneath the onslaught, and he wastes no time in dipping inside to explore, licking into you until you’re both breathless.

“Inside,” he breathes once you’ve broken apart, and you instantly obey. You wrench the door open and all but tumble into the backseat, and he isn’t far behind as he slots himself between your spread thighs. Your hands fly to his shoulders where you help him shuck off his leather jacket, tossing it carelessly to the front where it lands in a heap on the dashboard before focusing your attention on the hem of his black t-shirt. Your companion obliges you as you push it upward to expose his toned abdomen, grabbing it by the collar and pulling it off the rest of the way when your reach falls a little short in the cramped interior of the backseat.

“Your turn,” he whispers when you try to reach for his belt, his hands settling around your wrists. “It’s only fair, princess.”

Pouting, you let your hands fall limp in his grasp, and he chuckles as he leans down to pacify you with a kiss. Deft fingers find the hem of your blouse, pushing it up until you can twist out of the material. You throw it aside with no regard for where it lands on the ground, and lay back as your companion drinks you in, his dark gaze raking across the lacy black lingerie that decorates your curves and skims you like a second skin. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with a combination of amazement and disbelief. “You’re stunning.”

You smile, trailing a fingertip from the dip of his collarbone down to the silver necklace that sits prettily against his bare chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you tell him, tracing the letter engraved into his pendant. “Jay.”

Your companion—newly dubbed Jay—smiles back. “You’re something else, princess,” he murmurs, before leaning down to kiss you again. He explores your mouth thoroughly—languidly—before moving down to nip at your neck, and already, you can feel the beginnings of marks beginning to form, blossoming across your skin as irrefutable proof of your tryst.

It isn’t long before Jay frees you from your bra, watching with carnal fascination as your breasts spill out of the lacy material. You whine when he reaches out to cup one, his palm hot against your bare skin, and he smirks crookedly when a pinch to your nipple makes your back arch off the leather of the seat. “So pretty,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to see how you look stretched around my cock.”

“Stop waiting, then,” you tell him, trying again for his belt buckle. This time, he lets you fumble it open, leaning back to watch you work with hooded eyes and a lazy little smile. Emboldened, you push aside the denim of his jeans and free his cock from the confines of his underwear. He’s hard and hot and heavy in your palm, and your tongue darts out instinctively at the sight of the pearlescent precum beading the tip.

“Jay,” you murmur, thumbing across the head of his erection and smirking when he hisses in pleasure. “Fuck me.”

Jay seems to consider your demand, mischief flitting across his features before he manages to school his expression into something more neutral. “Where are your manners, princess?” he asks, pushing your hand away and giving himself a few long, slow strokes. “Say please, if you want it so bad.”

For a moment, you consider refusing. Jay seems to be the type of man who enjoys a good game, but between the state of his cock and the earlier interruption, you’re pretty sure he’s nearing his limit. And even if he isn’t, you are. And so, you shelve your pride for the time being, and trail a hand down the length of your bared body as you bat your lashes up at him. “Fuck me, Jay,” you repeat. “Please. Want your cock so bad.”

His answering smile is equal parts amusement and satisfaction, and altogether sinful. “That’s my girl,” he rasps, before shoving your panties aside. Lining the head of his cock up, he enters you in one smooth thrust, and you moan as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You’re more than wet enough to take him in his entirety, your eyes fluttering shut when he bottoms out, and he groans hoarsely as he takes a second to relish the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, princess.” Jay dips a thumb into your slick, spreading it across your clit and rubbing a few experimental circles around the sensitive nub. He groans when you clench around him, his hips stuttering, and you squeeze around him again just to hear him grit out another curse. “Shit. I’m not going to last long at this rate.”

“Don’t care,” you murmur, rocking against him and sighing when the motion sends him a little deeper into your core. “Just fuck me, Jay. Please.”

Jay leans in, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead as he plants an indulgent kiss on your waiting mouth. “Anything for you, princess,” he breathes. Slowly, he pulls back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you. Then he’s slamming forward, and you can’t even find it in yourself to care about the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin or the way the car rocks. Jay’s thumbing across your clit in tight circles that he times perfectly with the rock of his hips, and you wonder whether the rapidly building pleasure in your belly is due to your dry spell or if he’s just that good. You can feel every inch of him as he fills you up repeatedly, his brows furrowed in concentration and his dark hair flopping as he drives deeper in search of the spot that will have you seeing stars.

You know he’s found it when the pleasure in your belly spikes, your back arching off the backseat. Your skin is sticky against the dark leather and you’re certain the sweat gathering at your temples has destroyed the last of your makeup, but Jay alleviates your concerns with a particularly well-timed thrust and a harsh nip to the soft spot at your clavicle. You keen out something unintelligible, and his lips stretch into a smirk against your skin.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all it takes for the mounting pressure to snap. Your body collapses into a searing orgasm, the pleasure flaring out like a supernova and spreading through your veins like wildfire. “F-fuck, Jay—” you gasp, your fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase and no doubt leaving scratches in their wake. “Fuck, you feel so—”

The remainder of your words trail off into garbled nonsense, and Jay huffs out a strained chuckle as he begins chasing after his own orgasm, rutting against you in a way that both prolongs your pleasure and sustains his own. “Shit,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, that’s it. Look at you—taking my cock so well. So pretty and perfect and—”

Whatever he was going to say dissolves into a groan as he gives a few more erratic thrusts before his release overwhelms him. Creamy warmth floods through you, and you rub his back tiredly as his head drops onto your shoulder, his breath flaring hot against your skin as he rides out his orgasm.

It takes several long seconds for the pleasure to recede. Your legs are still shaky when Jay pulls away, straightening up and tucking himself back into his jeans. There’s an empty ache in your core now that you are no longer stuffed full of his cock, and already, you are missing the feeling. Still, you push that aside as you sit up, adjusting your panties and wincing at the wetness that soaks the material and sticks to your skin.

“So,” Jay says after a moment’s silence, and you glance over at him when he huffs out a short chuckle. “That was fun.”

“Not bad at all,” you agree weakly, an irrepressible smile tugging at your lips.

Jay grins. It’s a bright, infectious grin—and it’s one that you’ve already grown rather fond of in the short period of time you’ve known him. It’s a grin that showcases his perfect teeth and crinkles his eyes into crescents, and one that all but forces you to grin back.

“Here, give me your phone,” he says, and you watch as he punches in his number once you hand it over. “Just in case you ever wanna do this again,” he tells you, handing it back. “Don’t be a stranger, princess.”

You glance down at his contact information, saved under the moniker you’d given him and affixed with a short string of emojis. “I won’t,” you tell him, chuckling. “In fact, I just might take you up on the offer.”

The screen of your laptop has long since gone dark, and you stretch your arms overhead before waking it again. Rolling your shoulders, you navigate back to the main Netflix menu, hovering over the resume button and watching the trailer loop in the background.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Jay often. You’ve texted each other quite often since that night in his car—usually when you’re bored and alone and have had a few too many glasses of wine in the evenings. You’ve found yourself tapping on his name instinctively during those odd, ambiguous hours—when late night and early morning meld together and you’re aching for a bit of relief.

And as if he knows you’re thinking about him, your phone buzzes against the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a familiar name.

[11:22pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinkin about u, pretty girl 😘

It’s followed by an image, and your heart rate picks up, thudding loudly against your ribs as you open it.

Fuck.

Your memories of Jay’s face—made all the more hazy by the alcohol and the amount of time elapsed since your first and only meeting—truly don’t do him justice. Though the photograph cuts off just above his nose, you can still admire the sharp angle of his jaw and the fullness of his puckered lips. His skin is golden against the white of his t-shirt, and you lick your lips before thumbing across your screen to respond.

[11:23pm] You: yeah? what else are you thinking about, hmm?

His response is instantaneous.

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinking about that pretty little pussy of yours

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: how good it looked in that pic u sent me tuesday 👅

You barely even notice the way your hand begins trailing down your body, pushing aside the elastic waistband of your sweats. It’s as if you’re on autopilot, as your fingers find their way to the damp spot growing on your panties.

Yeah? you write back with your free hand, already teasing at your clothed folds with the other. Tell me more.

///

It’s an uncharacteristically warm Friday morning when you find yourself in the elevator with Jimin, a good friend of yours who works on one of the lower levels of your office building. “Morning,” he says as he steps in, a large iced coffee in hand despite the fact that it’s still very much the middle of winter. Then he squints, leaning a little closer. “Oh my god. You got laid!”

“Oh my god, not so loud!” you hiss, whacking him on the shoulder and jabbing the button to close the elevator doors. “And no, not exactly. I’ve just been texting Jay.”

“Texting, sure.” Jimin mimes air quotes around the word and rolls his eyes. “You’re sexting him, and we all know it. How many pictures of his dick do you have saved on your phone now?”

“Oh my—” You sigh, trailing off. “Can we not talk about this right now?”

“Right, of course.” Jimin takes a sip of his coffee and pretends to check his watch. “When would you like to talk about it then? Do you need to check your calendar? Can I book an appointment for later this afternoon?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Shut up.”

Jimin just grins, his lips puckered around his straw. “So, how’s Jay? Have you asked for his real name yet?”

You shrug. “What’s the point? It’s not like we’re friends or anything. We’ve literally only met the one time.”

“Yeah, but that’s just because you’re a coward,” Jimin points out. “What’s stopping you from meeting up with him again? You have his number. You have at least one photo of his dick. Ask him out already!”

“It’s not that easy, though,” you sigh. The elevator doors open to let a few more people in, and you move to the side and lower your voice so that only Jimin can hear. “Jay—he’s not exactly boyfriend material. I mean, we fucked in his car the first night we met.”

“So?” Jimin frowns and takes another sip of his iced coffee. “You talk about things besides sex, don’t you? You definitely told him about your goldfish dying, at least. I mean, you told him before you even told me!”

“Yes I did, and he was appropriately sympathetic about Mustache’s passing, unlike some people,” you sniff. “Get over it already, won’t you?”

“Never,” Jimin replies, ignoring your pointed jab. “I’m sure you only told him because you knew you could get a sympathy sext out of it. How many dick pics did you get out of that night, anyway?”

“You’re gross,” you tell him, punching him in the arm. “Not to mention that’s exactly why Jay’s not boyfriend material. He’s perfectly happy with—whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t just ruin that by asking him to get dinner.” You frown, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I don’t want to make this into something that it’s not.”

Jimin hesitates. “Fine, okay. I guess I can understand that.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a pause, as the elevator makes a few more stops. You watch the numbers crawl higher, and know that you’ll soon have to part ways with your friend..

“Hey.” You nudge Jimin with your shoulder, just as the elevator doors close and you begin the ascent to his floor. “Wanna know something interesting?”

Jimin looks up from his phone, where he’s scrolling through Twitter. “Always.”

“My boss’ son is coming to the party tomorrow.”

Jimin’s eyebrows disappear into his ashy blond hair at your revelation. “Kyunghee’s son? Hoseok, or whatever?”

You chuckle. “The one and only. She’s found about a million ways to bring him up in conversation this past week. She thinks we’re a match made in heaven.”

“Wow.” Jimin releases a long breath. “I wonder what he’s like, then.”

You shrug, adjusting the strap of your work tote over your shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

///

The morning of the party, you wake up to an empty refrigerator. Half stale cereal and the last dregs of milk from the carton become your breakfast, and you munch on that as you mull over the contents of your closet. You’re still in your pajamas, but you pull out your comfiest jeans and a sweater to change into after you finish eating. Then you turn to your collection of dresses, rifling through them and mentally debating the merits of each material and color.

You could go in one of two directions tonight. On the one hand, this is still a work party, and as such your attire should probably maintain a certain level of decorum. But on the other, you’re meeting Hoseok Jung for the first time tonight. You aren’t necessarily looking to start anything with the man, of course, but you do want to look good. With that in mind, you eventually settle on a deep red number that you pull out of the very back of your closet, made of a silky material that skims your curves and accentuates your best assets. Laying it on the bed, you begin your hunt for a pair of matching shoes. Twenty minutes of searching and another five of agonizing later, you step into the bathroom, intent on showering and getting on with the rest of your day.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you decide that tackling the state of your refrigerator takes top priority over your other weekend errands. Sitting down at the dining table, you take stock of what you have in your pantry, planning out your meals for the upcoming week and making a list of what you need to purchase in order to make them a reality. It’s just after one in the afternoon when you exit your apartment with a completed grocery list and your purse stuffed full of reusable canvas bags. The store is a short walk from where you live, and you decide to put in your earbuds as your feet navigate the familiar route. The temperature is surprisingly mild for winter, and the sun shines bright from its perch in the cloudless blue sky. It’s perfect weather for a walk, and the fresh air clears your mind and eases your heart.

At the grocery store, you forego the stack of baskets and instead grab a shopping cart. Weaving your way up and down the aisles, you check items off the list on your phone one by one. Eventually, you find yourself in the cereal section, grabbing a box of granola before turning to where your favorite cereal normally sits. It isn’t there, and you turn in a full circle, confused, until your gaze finally lands on the familiar box on the top shelf.

Great.

Sighing, you push up to your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it can reach. Your fingertips graze the shelf, but you can’t quite get a grip on the box itself. Glancing down, you scan the bottommost shelf and wonder if you can step on it to give yourself a boost.

“Need a hand?”

The voice comes from behind you, and a vague sense of familiarity sparks in your brain. Slowly, you turn around, and your entire body freezes when your gaze slides up to the speaker’s face.

“Jay.” The syllable escapes you in a near whisper. “H-hi.”

“Hey.”

Jay stands before you, looking like sin incarnate in a faded denim jacket, black sweatpants slung low on his hips, and not much else. At his throat, his silver necklace sparkles, the silver J pendant glinting beneath the fluorescent lights of the store, and you’re suddenly beyond grateful that you decided to put on a decent sweater before leaving.

“Here,” he says, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne—sandalwood tinged with sweet citrus. “Let me help you with that.”

The sudden proximity has your breath hitching in your throat. Your heart thuds erratically against your ribs as he reaches around you, the denim flaps of his jacket gaping in a way that exposes even more of his bare chest. By the time he pulls back with your cereal box in hand, you feel almost faint, belatedly realizing that you’d been holding your breath.

“You wanted this, right?” Jay asks, and you aren’t sure if you’re imagining the innuendo underlying his words or the teasing inflection of the syllables.

“Y-yeah, that’s the one,” you manage, fighting to quell the uneven tempo of your heartbeat as you accept the box. “Thanks.”

“Happy to help,” he replies. Then he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warm breath fanning your cheek as he murmurs his next sentence into your ear. “Anything for you, princess. You know that.”

Heat floods across your cheeks. Your heart skips two full beats before taking off into a sprint, and it’s impossible to ignore the way your core begins to thrum, as if anticipating a repeat of that night you first met all those weeks ago. Almost instinctively, your eyes dart up to the ceiling where the security cameras are, and Jay follows the trajectory of your gaze with a low chuckle and a soft brush of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Sorry, princess. As much as I’d love to get my hands on you, I’m kind of on a time crunch today.”

You can’t stop the wave of disappointment that washes over you, even if you’re in the exact same boat. “Rain check, then?”

“Rain check,” he agrees. Slowly, you reach up to touch the engraved silver pendant resting against his chest, rubbing it between your fingertips before tracing the curve of the J, and he catches your wandering fingers between his and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You know how to reach me,” he murmurs with a mischievous wink. His gaze lingers even after he’s released your hand, and you clear your throat awkwardly before turning to deposit your cereal box into your shopping cart.

The two of you go your separate ways then, exchanging goodbyes. You finish the rest of your grocery shopping in a daze, idly going through the motions at checkout and letting muscle memory guide you back home. Your arms are aching by the time you step past the threshold of your apartment, and you heave your shopping bags up onto the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh before returning to the entryway to toe off your shoes. You throw together a sandwich as you unpack your groceries, taking a big bite as you walk back to your bedroom to look at the dress you’ve picked out. Pacing over to the closet, you double-check your shoe choice. Briefly, you debate whether or not to wear flats instead of heels.

There are still a few hours left before you have to start getting ready, so you take the last of your sandwich back to the kitchen and whip up a smoothie to go with it. You scroll through your phone as you eat, browsing through the latest news headlines and scrolling through your social media accounts. Just before six o’clock, as the sun starts setting beyond the horizon and casting long shadows across your living room, you start getting changed. You snap a photo in the mirror once you’re dressed, pulling up Jimin’s name in your phone and sending it to him.

[6:13pm] You: last chance to come tonight

Your phone buzzes with a response almost immediately.

[6:14pm] Jimin: nah. i’d hate to step on hoseok’s toes.

You laugh. Not so fast, you text back. We don’t even know anything about the guy yet. What if he’s boring? Or sexist?

[6:15pm] Jimin: if u think kyunghee raised a sexist you’re seriously deranged

[6:16pm] Jimin: now stop taking selfies and get your ass out the door! you’re gonna be late!!!!

///

Each year, the holiday party tends to be a little over the top, and this year is no exception. The company has bought out the entirety of a restaurant for the evening, and you glance around in amazement at the twinkling lights and lush evergreen boughs decorating the walls and strung up along the ceiling. An assortment of sparkling ornaments hangs from the massive tree in the far corner, interspersed between silver tinsel and more lights. Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing server’s tray, you head farther into the restaurant, skirting around tables draped in creamy linen and greeting your colleagues and friends.

“Is she alone?”

“Figures.”

The voices come from the direction of the open bar, and somehow, you just know that they’re talking about you. Lottie, Hyejin, and Sandra are clustered in the corner with glasses of wine in hand, casting glances around the restaurant and gossiping about anything and everything with a pulse. You’re sorely tempted to grab the nearest pitcher of water off a table and pour it over their heads, but you suppress the urge and instead head over with a saccharine smile. “So lovely to see you, {Name},” Lottie says as you approach.

“I love your dress,” Sandra adds. “Very slimming.”

“Thanks,” you reply, putting on your brightest, fakest smile. “Yours is great too. How are you and your husband enjoying the party so far?”

Sandra’s face sours, and you hide your smirk in your champagne flute. Maybe it’s petty to bring up her rocky relationship, but you’ve been subject to snide comments from Sandra and her friends for years now and it’s become increasingly hard for you to bite your tongue. A few tables away, you spot Sandra’s husband, Rodney, take an enormous gulp of his whiskey and wince as it burns down his throat.

“We’re all having a wonderful time, aren’t we, ladies?” Lottie cuts in when Sandra takes too long to answer. “Hyejin’s date is over there with Rodney, and my boyfriend is fetching himself a drink. You remember Dev, don’t you?”

You nod, even though it’s a lie. “Sure. Say hi to him for me.”

Lottie’s lips curve up into a smile, her head tilting to the side, and you’re suddenly reminded of a snake rearing its head back for the kill. “So, what about you? Have you brought someone tonight, or—?”

“Hi ladies!” Kyunghee materializes at your side, her lips painted a festive red shade to match her dress. She’s wearing the disingenuous smile that she reserves for the resident gossips of your office, and you try not to let your relief show on your face when Lottie’s attention refocuses on your manager.

“So good to see you, Kyunghee,” she simpers. “Have you been here long?”

“Not as long as you,” your manager replies, nodding at the near-empty wineglass in her hand. “I see we’re already making a dent in the wine supply, and you’re falling behind, {Name}. Why don’t we go remedy that, hmm?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond, grabbing your arm and leading you away. Kyunghee is surprisingly spry for a woman her age, and you follow after her with some difficulty as she marches through the throngs of conversing people, all the way to the line at the open bar.

“I’d like you to meet someone,” she says, gesturing at the man standing at the end of the line with his back to you. “{Name}, this is my son, Hoseok.”

The man turns around at the sound of his name, a warm, affable smile stretched across his face. “Hi, I’m H—” he begins, but he’s cut off by your sharp intake of breath. His eyes go wide, his smile fading as his mouth falls open, and you’re certain you’re wearing an even more dumbfounded expression. “It’s you,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Wh-what… how…” You trail off, speechless. The words flounder and die in your throat as your brain struggles to process this development, and you practically feel the way the gears in your head churn to a stuttering halt.

Because this man standing before you, the one that Kyunghee has just introduced as her son, is none other than Jay. He looks completely and utterly devastating in a navy waistcoat and matching slacks, a green tie shaped like a Christmas tree knotted loosely around the white collar of his shirt. His dark hair is parted, his undercut exposed, and you can’t tear your gaze away from the loose strand that has fallen across his forehead.

“H-hi.”

Jay—Hoseok—swallows. “Hi.”

Kyunghee glances between the two of you, her brows furrowing. “I take it you two already know each other?”

Hoseok’s ears begin taking on a scarlet tinge, the color spreading to his cheeks as he struggles to find his vocabulary again. “I—yeah. Yeah, we’ve met.”

“Right. Do I even want to know how?” she asks dubiously, before shaking her head and huffing out a sigh. “No, forget I asked. I don’t want to know. I’ll just leave you two to… catch up.”

Waving goodbye, Kyunghee disappears back into the crowd of partygoers milling around. Hoseok turns back to you, sucking in a deep breath, and you fight the urge to stare down at your toes as his gaze roves across your face.

“I can’t believe this,” he says, breaking the silence that’s fallen between you at last. “My mom’s been talking about you for months, but I never imagined that it’d be you.”

“You’re telling me,” you reply, finally having recovered your voice. “Kyunghee brings you up all the time, but I never thought… I mean, we didn’t even know each other’s names, and now…” You shrug. “Here we both are.”

“It’s a pretty crazy coincidence, huh?”

“Definitely.”

A beat passes, and then two. You’re fully aware that you’re staring, but you don’t dare blink, afraid that he’ll disappear if you close your eyes. Of all the things that you thought might happen tonight, this particular meeting wasn’t even close to making the list. Never would you have thought that the man you only knew as Jay would turn out to be Kyunghee’s son. Never would you have connected Jay to the photographed little boy in yellow suspenders on Kyunghee’s desk, or realized that they were one and the same.

From behind you, someone loudly clears their throat. Another voice calls for you to get a move on, already, and both you and Hoseok belatedly realize that you are still standing in line for the open bar. Hoseok’s eyes go wide again, and you nearly tread on his toes when you both try to move forward. “After you,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing for you to go in front of him, and that’s enough to break the tension. You step ahead of him with a laugh, catching up to the line, and Hoseok doesn’t stray far as he follows your lead.

“So, what are you drinking?” he asks, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Vodka soda with a twist?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to stick with wine tonight,” you reply, peering at the bottles lined up on the counter. “What about you?”

“Hmm. Jack and coke, I think. Nothing else is really calling my name right now.”

Grabbing your drinks, the two of you begin searching for a place to sit. You spot Kyunghee at a table near the front, and she smiles knowingly and offers you a thumbs-up when she catches your eye. Eventually, you settle on a table near the Christmas tree, the lights glimmering off the glasses and reflecting off your knife as you pick it up to butter a slice of crusty bread from the basket in the center. Hoseok follows your lead, grabbing a piece for himself, and the two of you munch in silence for a few seconds before Hoseok breaks it.

“You know, my mom says you’re the perfect girl for me” he says with a dry little chuckle. “Think she’s right?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. “It’s funny, though—Kyunghee’s been telling me the same thing. She sings your praises all the time.”

Hoseok laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, jeez, that’s kind of embarrassing. I’m glad she’s saying good things, at least.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you tell him, grinning. “She’s only shown us one photo album from your childhood.”

His face crumples. “Was it the Disneyland one?”

You nod, fighting back laughter, and watch as Hoseok groans and lets his forehead meet the linen-covered tabletop with a dull thunk.

“I don’t like rollercoasters,” he mumbles into the tablecloth, his voice muffled by the material. “They make me queasy.”

“Even now?” you ask, and he nods.

“Yep.”

The clinking of a fork against a wineglass—amplified and broadcast through an array of invisible speakers built into the restaurant’s walls—interrupts any further conversation. You twist in your seat to watch your company’s leadership give their opening remarks, listening as they congratulate everyone for a great year and wish you a happy holiday season. The servers begin going out with plates of food, and you thank them as they set yours down. Hoseok does the same before raising his glass in your direction, clearing his throat and offering you a crooked little smile.

“Here’s to second meetings.”

“Third, if you count the store earlier,” you correct, and he chuckles and nods in agreement before clinking his drink against yours.

You spend the entirety of dinner chatting with Hoseok, getting to know him beyond the few facts Kyunghee has mentioned and what little you’ve gleaned from texting him the last two months. He tells you all about his dance studio, Hope World, where he teaches both contemporary dance and the occasional Pilates class. You find out that in addition to rollercoasters, he also dislikes sour foods and raisins, but he loves mint chocolate and sweet and sour pork. He also has a very low tolerance for alcohol—something he tells you as he tilts the rest of his drink into his mouth. “Should I be worried?” you ask as he sets his glass back down, and he chuckles and shakes his head, sending the loose tendril of hair flopping across his forehead.

Dessert is served, and subsequently eaten. The music is turned up, and people slowly begin finding their way to the open space that serves as an impromptu dancefloor. Hoseok rises to his feet and extends a hand toward you, and you only hesitate for the briefest of seconds before accepting it. He leads you out amongst the other swaying couples, his hand finding its way to the curve of your waist, and you rest your hand on his shoulder as he begins guiding you in a slow, simple waltz.

“So?” Hoseok’s voice is a low murmur, soft and gentle against the shell of your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You blink. “The verdict?”

Even without looking, you can tell that he’s smiling. You can hear it in the lilt of his voice, and imagine it in the curve of his lips. “About me,” he clarifies, carefully pulling back so you can spin in a circle beneath his outstretched arm. “About us. My mom will never let me hear the end of it if she turns out to be right, but I still wanna know. So what are you thinking?”

“Are you asking if I think we’re perfect for each other?” you ask, giggling. “I don’t know if I believe in all that, to be quite honest. Destiny and soulmates—I mean, doesn’t it seem a little too good to be true?”

Hoseok hums. “Maybe. But considering all that’s happened to us in the last couple of months, don’t you think there’s a chance that it's all more than simple coincidence?”

“Maybe,” you concede. “Still, I don’t know if I can give you a verdict just yet. We haven’t even gone on a date.”

“We did do things a little backwards,” Hoseok admits, tugging you close and winding his arm around your waist. “Let me make it up to you, then. Are you free tomorrow?”

“What if I am?” you challenge.

“Then, I’d like to take you out for breakfast,” he replies without missing a beat.

The prospect of a proper meal with Hoseok Jung does something funny to your insides. Still, something makes you hesitate, and you avert your gaze as you search for your next words. “I wasn’t expecting to end tonight with a date,” you admit slowly. “I honestly didn’t even think you were interested in… well, anything beyond sex, to be honest.”

Hoseok’s face creases into a frown, and you look up again when he murmurs your name. “I understand why you would think that,” he says. “Really, I do. But honestly? I had every intention of texting you and asking you out properly. I was going to play it cool and wait a few days, which was stupid in retrospect. And then you texted me first.”

“I texted y—” You trail off. “Oh, god.”

“It seemed like you’d been drinking,” Hoseok says with a shrug, and you press a finger to his lips before he can say anything more. You remember the night in question, and you remember the bottle of wine you’d consumed. And you definitely remember the photographs you’d sent of yourself, and the ones Hoseok had been kind enough to send in return.

“Wait, so you were going to ask me out? And then I… I sexted you?”

Hoseok nods, and you groan and bury your face into his chest.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, and you feel laughter rumble through his chest before a hand comes up to stroke along your back.

“Believe me, I’m not complaining,” he assures you. “But I’d still really like to take you out, so what do you say?”

His gaze doesn’t leave yours for a second as he awaits your answer, and your heart skips a beat when you look up to see the earnestness in his eyes and the hesitant smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Breakfast sounds wonderful,” you whisper, and the smile that blossoms on your companion’s face is nothing short of radiant.

“Good,” he says. “Great. Breakfast tomorrow, then. Now, can I kiss you?”

You’re already pushing up to your tiptoes, your fingers fisting in the soft hair at his nape. “God, yes.”

///

“Hey, you made it!”

You beam. “Hi.”

You and Hoseok are about to commence your first date, having just sat down at a cozy little café for breakfast. Hoseok has pulled your chair out in true gentlemanly fashion, and you can’t help but smile over your menu at the few lingering snowflakes that have yet to melt into his dark hair.

“So, here we are,” you remark. “Our fourth meeting.”

Hoseok’s lips stretch into his signature grin, breathtakingly bright and infectious. “And hopefully many more.”

You grin at him. “Yeah? Too bad this is breakfast, because I’d drink to that.”

He leans forward, his grin widening. “Next time,” he says as his hand finds its way around yours, his fingers slotting comfortably into the spaces between your own. “We can do dinner, maybe. Or I can cook for you. But for now, I’m just happy that we’re finally doing this.”

You give his hand a soft squeeze. “Me too.”

“Just promise me one thing?”

The sudden seriousness of his tone has your brow furrowing in concern. “Sure, of course,” you reassure. “What is it?”

He winces. “Please don’t tell my mom about all the dick pics.”

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jadequeen88 · 4 years ago

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Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

3.2k~

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying.

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv.

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest.

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in.

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?”

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips.

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else.

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

#Shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x you #bnha smut #tw // mommy kink #tw degradation #tw face sitting #jade writes smut

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em-dashes · 2 years ago

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12.20.2022

Total Wordcount: 17221

So here’s the thing. I’ve reached a part of the wip that was Completely non-existent in the first draft. That meant I spent a lot of time staring at the screen and thinking and typing stuff and deleting stuff and then staring at the screen and thinking. What I’ve been writing since the last update is basically first-draft material. It’s not good, BUT it’s getting me somewhere 👀

I’ve “finished” PART II of Suddence (in quotations because it needs massive edits). The wip originally didn’t have parts, so it’s been interesting trying to figure out where each part starts and ends. I honestly do think this parts / episodic format is helping me a lot in figuring out how to pace the alternating plots.

The basic summary of Part I is “Dany recruits the help of Zahira to drive them to Suddence” with the flashbacks being “Dany and Marisa risk a big money-making attempt and nearly get caught.”

The basic summary of Part II is “Dany and Zahira are finally on the road” and “Dany Goes Berserk 1.0″ but uh oh! Shit happens.

Despite the short chapters, there’s A Lot i need to set up in order for stuff to really hit hard later in the book. Particularly for the flashbacks, I need to make it clear that Dany is growing impatient and unhappy with life on the run, and for the present, I need to make it clear that despite that, some part of Dany doesn’t want to give up that life. It’s contradictory, but it’s intentional. Dany is just a conflicted little bean.

One other struggle I’ve mildly mentioned before is that the diary entry style of writing has a way of making action scenes feel Not exciting at all. That’s something I’ll have to work on. Also, I’ve reached a point in the wip where Dany loses their diary and is now “writing” the diary in their head, so that...will be fun to play with.

What’s next! I need to give Part II a second pass because like I said, it’s basically in its first draft form right now. Then it’s onto Part III!

And now...an excerpt.

While the auto shop people go out to get the car, Zahira and I sit in their tiny, tiny customer area, a small room with a peeling leathery sofa wedged by the door and a buzzing TV in the corner. They give Zahira some coffee and me some hot water even though I also asked for coffee.

“Psst,” says Zahira. “If you finish your water, I can give you some of my coffee.”

“I can’t finish all this and some coffee,” I say sourly.

“Pour some into that plant then,” she says, jutting her chin at a sad-looking plant in the corner.

It feels strangely like breaking a law, but when I’m sure none of the auto people are here, I pour half of my water in the dirt.

One thing I haven’t considered until I wrote this part is that I should probably put some more thought into creating a contrast between Marisa and Zahira and how that affects Dany. Typing it here so I don’t forget: Marisa is careful and quiet and all about the rules, Zahira is spunky and loud and “fuck the rules if it gets in your way.”

Well, that’s the end of a very messy update. Fun fact: I’m currently awaiting Lego parts to make a Lego Dany and Zahira. Will post pics when they arrive 👀

C’est tout! Bonne nuit!

-Emily

#em dashes #suddence #suddence updates #don't know why i didn't order parts to make a lego marisa though....hmmm

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fearfully-fiction · 3 years ago

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Missouri State Penitentiary pt.6-Tanner Wiseman x Reader

word count:2784

Warnings: Language, fluff, hurt/comfort

Summary: Based on season 3, episode 4 of DF. so all credit to the crew, the show, and the channel! The investigation is coming to a close, and reader admits her breakdown to Tanner while alone.

as for the end where would you choose to go?

I thought you guys deserved this early and I was also just really excited to post it! so I decided to post it earlier than planned! I really, seriously enjoyed writing this! Tanner is so adorable and incredibly sweet so this was super fun! I’m extremely excited to start writing for Alex next. I hope you like it!

(pic not mine!)

“As much as I hate to interrupt this it’s time to choose our sleeping arrangements,” Dakota announced and you let your arms unravel from around your boyfriend. Despite letting go, he kept you close making a smile creep onto your lips as you looked up at him.

“Tanner is going to write those out on a piece of paper,” Dakota explained. Tanner left your side to go and write the locations on small slips of paper. Dakota continued. “And then we’re going to draw and that’s where you go sleep for the rest of the night.” he finished just Tanner crumpled up the small papers. He tossed them all in the small bag and shook it up for everyone to choose from it.

“Okay, how about Alex?” Dakota suggested. You rolled your eyes and chuckled knowing how he was going to react.

“Me?” He questioned. “Yeah, you draw first,” Dakota said with a smile. Alex took his gloves off.

“Here we go again you guys,” you said as Alex stuck his hand in the bag.

“Alright.” Alex breathed out in annoyance.

He chuckled nervously before speaking. “Housing Unit 1,” he announced you could see and hear the disappointment in his voice and expression. He showed the paper to the camera and ran a hand over his face.

“Oh, son of a gun.” Tanner loudly spoke.

“Dang, it!” Dakota exclaimed, clearly upset. “That sucks Al, I’m sorry,” you said and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“I’m still nervous about this, but I do feel like I dodged a bullet. I don’t have to sleep in the gas chamber. and I am 100% ok with that.” Alex said. You cringed a bit. “Ok, I have a little less sympathy for you right now,” you said and chuckled dryly.

“Fuck.” Chelsea spoke. You turned to look at her with wide eyes not expecting that. You looked at her and you burst out laughing. “That was totally just out of the blue, I’m sorry that was super funny.” You said while trying to calm your laughter into quiet giggles.

Tanner smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

“I’m gonna draw next, I’m just gonna get it over with,” Dakota stated while walking over to grab a crumpled paper. “All three of these are bad,” he said. “Yeah, they are, this sucks guys,” you said and shook your head. “Yeah. this is dog crap.” your boyfriend said as he held his camera still facing Dakota.

He unraveled his paper trying to hide it from you all and you chuckled. “What is it Kota?” you asked with a grin. “Dungeon cells,” he announced. “Oh, holy shit Kota,” you said.

“Honestly, the only reason I’m somewhat confident is because you made it in there for three hours blindfolded.” He states his reasoning.

“If I can’t make it in there not blindfolded, then something’s wrong with me,” he said and you nodded your head in eager agreement. “I agree, but even now in moments like these I strongly believe there is something wrong with you.” You joked. Everybody laughed. “Hey, that’s not very nice,” he said in offense. “Well, do you think people that were in their right mind would do the things that we do? No, of course not. So don’t worry it’s not just you who’s fucked in the head.” you explained with a shrug. “She’s not exactly wrong,” Chelsea said and laughed softly.

“But hey, the spot’s pretty good compared to the other ones,” he said. You shook your head and sighed heavily.

Before you could say anything else he moved along.

“Chelsea, do you want to draw next?” he asked his big sister. She looked annoyed and reluctant.

“Just do it Chels.” her brother told her. She sighed and gave in, she stuck her hand in the small bag. You could see the nervousness and fear on her face as she chose.

She grabbed one and began to unfold it. “3D Punishment,” she said sadly. You could hear the fear in her voice. “3D Punishment cell,” Dakota said in a slightly dramatic fashion.

“I’ve never been here. We’ve never been here. This is a whole mystery to me. All I know is that I’m going to be the lowest in the ground, but I feel bad for you and Tanner.” she said and turned to face the both of you.

“This is bullshit.” your boyfriend spoke. Dakota laughed and you turned to face him with a stern glare.

“I mean, I’m sorry for laughing, but you’ve gotten so…” he trailed off and Tanner picked up.

“What the hell?” “This is fucked.” you said.

“Both draws tonight you’ve gotten totally screwed,” Dakota said.

“Aw, piss of Laden,” you said and playfully shoved his shoulder while rolling your eyes.

“Like, come on,” he said in frustration.

He showed the camera the piece of paper he had been given.

“We’re going to the gas chamber. After I’ve just been blindfolded for three hours,” he said and shook his head.

“I am extremely unhappy right now, no one understands the level of pissed off I am at this moment,” you said and ran a hand through your hair. Tanner walked up behind you and wrapped his free arm around your waist to try and settle you down.

“Alright, so that means it’s time for us to bundle up and go to bed,” Dakota said.

You all gathered your necessary items for your sleeping arrangements.

“Let’s do it, you guys,” Dakota said as you were all heading for the door. Alex slipped up. “Real question, do you want your blindfold?” he asked. His comment made you laugh out loud and he turned to look at you with a smile.

The walk to drop Chels off was pretty quiet, once you got there she set her stuff up and you gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek before saying goodnight. Everyone began to disperse but before they got too far you ran over to them each to hug them and kiss their cheeks just as you had done for Chelsea to say goodnight.

You walked back over to Tanner and picked your stuff up again to continue your walk to the gas chamber. The walk was pretty silent, it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was more like letting yourselves be soothed by the presence of the other. Preparing mentally for the night to really begin.

You got to the gas chamber and cringed as you stepped into it. Seeing the two chairs inside made you shiver knowing that people convicted of horrible enough crimes to be sentenced to death were killed where you were sitting. You were just glad that you had Tanner right next to you.

You got everything set up and sat in the chairs next to each other. “Man, this is weird.” your boyfriend whispered and even his whisper echoed off of the metal walls. “A couple who killed a helpless child were executed right where we are now,” you said to him and looked around in the darkness. Your hand instantly reached over to grab your boyfriend’s so you could interlace your fingers. He squeezed your hand letting you know he was there.

You sat there in silence for a little bit before you began to get a bit nervous.

“Tanner?” you asked softly. “You ok?” he asked back while his thumb drew circles on your hand.

“Could we, um, could we maybe turn the flashlight on for a little bit. I’m getting scared,” you spoke bashfully. “Of course babe,” he said and quickly turned his flashlight on and you let out a sigh of relief. You looked over at him and smiled relaxing at the sight of him right next to you. He looked at you and gave you an encouraging smile.

“I’m proud of you for this.” he suddenly spoke. You looked at him with confusion-riddled eyes.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“For being so brave, I know this place is a huge challenge for you I’m proud of you for pushing through it,” he said and it made your eyes water. You weren’t proud of yourself at all. You had fainted, and cried, and broke down there was nothing to be proud of in your eyes. He was unaware of the breakdown you had while he was away and you were embarrassed to tell him, but you thought he should know.

“There’s not much to be proud of,” you said quietly. It was his turn to look at you in confusion.

“Of course there is,” he said and turned in the chair to face you better despite the discomfort.

“While you were away, I sort of had a breakdown,” you said shakily. He looked at you in concern.

“What happened?” he queried quickly. “It was getting really dark as we were walking through the women’s part of the prison. I kept hearing things and seeing things move around, I couldn’t focus at all and when I tried to reach out to someone,” you spoke your voice breaking. His heart pounded at the thought of not being there for you.

“When I tried to reach out and find someone there was no one there,” you said.

“There was no one there? Where the hell were they?” he asked you could hear anger building in his voice.

“I started to panic and began to cry. I had no idea what was going on it felt like everything was closing in on me and I was lost. I cried for Dakota I was so scared.” you shakily spoke to your boyfriend.

His blood boiled at the thought of his friend not being there for you when he promised he would.

“Did he come to get you?” Tanner questioned seriously.

“I continued to cry, and before I knew it he was right there. His light was on and he was comforting me. I thought I was going to be forgotten down there, but they came back for me…” you said and cried. “They came back,” you whispered hoarsely. Tanner began to calm down now knowing that the promise had been kept and they were there for you.

“I had to hold Alex’s hand for a while and they kept me safe. They didn’t let me out of their sight. I couldn’t have done any of this without them. Without you.” you said and leaned against his shoulder as best as you could. “Just because that happened doesn’t mean you have nothing to be proud of. You should be proud of even getting through that and deciding to continue with the investigation. You should be proud because you have made it this far and not once quit even when you thought you would never get through it. Now that is something to be damn proud of.” he said to you and tears ran down your cheeks. He wiped them softly and leaned in to peck your lips.

Time went by after your sweet conversation. You kept your focus on the investigation for the most part and so you decided it was time to whip out the ovilus.

“I have the Ovilus in my hands.” He explained.

“Is there anybody in here with us?” he asked the general question.

“Does anyone have a message for us? Anything at all you want us to know?” you asked another question. No answer came and so Tanner spoke once again.

“Bonnie B. Heady I am speaking directly to you and your boyfriend Carl,” Tanner said. Your heart raced at his words not knowing if that would set something off.

“I really think what you guys did to that little boy is one of the most despicable and disgusting acts a person could ever do.” He continued. You agreed wholeheartedly but his questions made you nervous.

“I do not feel bad for what happened to you guys. I do believe that you guys deserved what you guys got,” he stated. You knew you had to be brave and stand with your boyfriend in the agreement you had about these people.

“Bonnie, if you’re listening, I want you to show me a sign that you’re here. Give us what we need to know you’re here with us,” you spoke with the most confidence you could muster.

The room fell completely silent and a bad feeling came washing over you. Your hands were shaking and your heart was going a mile a second. “My heartbeat is starting to race really fast, I just want to note that, just randomly started picking up. I don’t know what’s going on,” he admitted.

“I feel the same way. I feel like we aren’t alone. Maybe I’m freaking myself out.” you said

Tanner shone his flashlight through the small space when all of a sudden a loud noise sounded from beside Tanner.

“Oh, shit!” he yelled. You let out a scream and hid yourself away curling up on the chair.

Your boyfriend stood from the chair and flashed the light out of the tiny window next to him. “Hello,” he called.

He sighed heavily. “That was just like a huge thud it sounded like it was pounding on the metal,” you said while hesitantly uncurling yourself, letting your feet hit the floor.

“Yeah, it just went…” he imitated the noise you had both heard.

“Hello?” You called into the dimly lit room. You were just given complete and utter silence and it made you even more scared. You once again reached over to grab his hand, he brought it up and kissed it reassuringly.

“Alright Bonnie, we’ve given you your opportunity to talk and we got nothing. So I am just going to set you down.” Tanner concluded.

It had been about thirty minutes since you spoke.

“It’s almost sunrise, I still can’t believe I did it,” you said with a bewildered huff. He chuckled and leaned over to kiss your cheek. “I knew you could. My brave girl,” he said and pulled you up so he could stand up as well to give you a big hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Just as the kiss started you could see the small amount of sun flowing into the once dark room. When you pulled away you both smiled and he nudged his nose with yours softly. “Let’s head out babe,” he said and you gathered your things to meet up with everyone else.

You all packed up the gear room just as the RV pulled up and headed outside as quickly as you could. You smiled when you felt the sunshine knowing the darkness would always fade away especially with everyone by your side.

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You stepped away from the group to go film your monologue.

“So, that was a shit show.” you chuckled. “That was one of the hardest places I’ve ever had to face. The dark has been the greatest fear of mine and this time it got the best of me. I cried, I broke down, my body and mind felt like it was about to give out. I almost didn’t make it through the night. This place is one of those places you read about but never truly acknowledge the energy and pain that resides behind the walls. The events that unfolded here have not only left physical scars on the people who were sent there, but they left scars carved into the walls. This is the place I will never forget, and the place I swear on my life I will never come back to.” you finished with cloudy eyes.

You turn the camera off and go back to join the rest of the group. They look at you with smiles and you smile back before wrapping your arms tightly around Dakota, and placing a kiss on his cheek, then repeating those actions on both Alex and Chelsea. You reached your boyfriend and let yourself cling to him. You press up on your toes to kiss him softly.

“I would be nowhere near where I am today if I didn’t have you,” you whispered and kissed him again.

You turned back around. “I love you guys, you’re my family and I can’t imagine a life as crazy as this without you by my side and being just as fucked in the head as I am. I love you,” you said and pulled everyone in for a group hug.

When you let go you grinned wickedly upon remembering that the next location was your pick and they had no idea what was in store for them. What they did know is that you would be there for them through it all.

You would be there for him through it all.

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