#i'm getting back in the habit of going to the theater more. i always have a good time and my local theater has lots of cool showings

[showyoumyfavoriteobsession]

found out that my local theater is showing Fire Walk with Me in 35mm in two weeks so now i'm trying to resist finishing the show too fast so that i can see the movie for the first time on the big screen

[literaryslapshot]

hi!!!!! i was wondering if i could request the reader forgetting date night w rafe because she was jus so busy?? maybe like angst to fluff :))

february prompts | rafe cameron x reader | reader is kind of a ditz, please send more rafe i am down so bad

the tick tock of the clock makes your mind go crazy. watching as time goes by, picking at your nails while you anxiously listen for the hum of his truck and the scratching of his tires against the gravel road outside of your house. anxiously waiting.

it wouldn't be the first time he was late, though. he'd been late a few times before, you got used to his bad habit. very rarely was he twenty-five minutes late. by now, you're sure that they already gave your table away to someone else. maybe if he shows up in the next ten minutes you can still make your movie, but you have doubts.

five more minutes, then i'll call.

four went by. you heard a familiar sound outside, but you turn around to see it's a truck pulling into your neighbors driveway.

three went by. you felt your phone buzz, but it was just an update from instagram.

two went by. one went by.

"hey rafey, what're you up to?" you ask nervously, staring at the clock that keeps mocking you with it's tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

he sighs on the other end of the line, "i'm still up here at work, why?" you bit your lip at a silly attempt to keep from crying. as soon as one tear fell more and more continued to fall.

"well, um, remember how we had reservations tonight? at that new place downtown?" you mention through tears and he hears it loud and clear. he almost drops his phone in anger and disappointment at himself. you hear him sigh and knock his fist against something a couple times.

"baby, i am so sorry," he whispers. you hear on the other side of the phone rafe shuffling a few things around, the jingling of keys and heavy footsteps.

"if you leave now i can meet you at the movie theater," you interrupted.

"what? no, no i'll pick you up. no need for you to drive all the way over there. i'll be at your place shortly," rafe quickly shut your idea down. he ended the phone call and you remained sat on the couch until he walked through your front door with the key you gave him.

he did just a few minutes later. rafe didn't greet you with a hug or a hello but instead he pressed his lips against your own and he placed his hands on your hips.

"i'm sorry sweetie, i got too distracted at work," he pulled away and tucked some hair behind your ear. it was always work that took him away from you. honestly you weren't even sure what rafe did for work. you knew that it had something to do with his dad, but he never told you what his exact job or title was. rafe just explained he works so that he can buy you all the things you want, take you to anywhere you want, and then some.

"c'mon lets go to the movies," he took your hand and walked with you out of the house. he reached up to tap the top doorframe of your front door and when he did his shirt rose up and you saw a gun tucked in the back of his pants, you gasped a little. what did he do for work that caused him to carry a gun with him?

rafe was a tough, almost scary man to some people. he was never scary to you, though. throughout the night he made up for him being late, getting a little handsy during the movie and going out for ice cream after, getting you as many scoops as you wanted.

"rafey," you asked while changing into your pajamas for the night, "what do you do for work again?" the question had been lingering all night in your head, you couldn't even focus on the movie because you kept wracking you brain. had he told you, and you just forgot? were you not paying attention when he told you?

"i told you sweetie, i just do boring stuff, stuff you wouldn't understand. i just make enough money so i can spoil you silly," he answered you coming up behind you and giving you a kiss in the curve of your neck.

"well, i saw your gun tucked in your pants. it kinda scared me, what do you do for work that makes you carry a gun?" rafes heart rate began to go up a little bit as he felt his cheeks get red.

"that's just precaution, lots of freaks out there." rafe kisses your cheek and pulls you back to the bedroom. he always keeps an extra pair of pajamas in your closet for the nights he stays over, which is often. "c'mon, let's go to bed."

he lets the hum of some documentary lull you to sleep in his arms. he takes a breath of relief, he doesn't know how much longer he can keep you oblivious.

[3vergr3en]

Kissin' and hope they caught us!

part one

PAIRING (📖) . loser!collegeau!jake x fem!college!reader

ADDITIONAL INFO (💻) . porn with VERY little to no plot, fluff if you squint, dry humping, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do that pls), soft!dom!jake turns into a slight hard!dom, jake comes inside, they're so in love with each other, it's implied they have another round at the end. (did not proofread this btw 🙊)

Word Count (📃) . 3.2K

Your place was so pretty. Everything about it screams you.

He looks around in awe, admiring the numerous houseplants perched on shelves and your window sill. He remembered you mentioning that you didn't want to spend an extra 10 to 15 grand on a dorm that you would hate. Instead, you saved up years of paychecks to rent an apartment off campus.

It feels so intimate when it's only you two. Alone. What can happen between two people who are alone? Did he mention that you guys were alone? In your apartment. After getting the best head of his life (as if he had others to compare to). Every provocative thought he's ever had about you is prodding at his brain, teasing him and mini him down there.

"You can get yourself situated, I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable." You say shortly before disappearing into your room.

He carefully sits on your couch, hands placed on each knee. He's nervous, okay? He continues to examine your living room, liking the cozy atmosphere the warm string lights bring.

Eyeing the Polaroid pictures hung in a zig-zag pattern on your wall near your TV, he notices a specific picture of you two outside a movie theater. He recalls the fond memory, a small smile appearing on his face. It was a fun night that he needed desperately. Looking back at it now, he realizes that before meeting you— his nights were mainly spent isolated in his dorm or the study room in the library. How sad.

"Okay, let's do this!" You cheer, walking over to where Jake sits, bringing the boy out of his thoughts (which seems to be an occurring habit).

Jake turns his head and takes one look at you to know that he's doomed.

You were in a pink, floral two-piece pajama set. The top barely covered your chest. Fuck. And you were not wearing a bra. He can see your hardened nipples poking through the cotton fabric. And your shorts? God, they did nothing to cover your plump ass. He can see your cheeks peeking out, jiggling with every step.

You knew exactly what he was thinking about. You had him wrapped around your finger the second you got down on your knees (jokes on you though, he was yours the second you laid eyes on him for the first time. He'll never admit that though).

"Alright, where did we leave off?" You hum, plopping down right next to him. You shifted onto your knees, leaning the side of your body against the backrest of your couch.

"I.." He trails off, letting out a shakey breath. He scrunches his nose to lift the frame of his glasses higher. How could he answer this question? Were you talking about the physics you guys went over before you.. y'know? Or were you talking about that?

Cute. You thought.

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Anatomy." You emphasized with a smile, tilting your head slightly to the left.

His eyebrows perk up, "O-Oh. Yeah.. anatomy." He clears his throat, stealing a quick glance at your exposed cleavage.

You push your breasts together with your arms as you lean forward, "I'm more of a visual learner by the way." You whisper against the shell of his ear. Yeah, he definitely knows by now.

His hands shift off his knees and onto the cushion beside his thighs when you crawl onto his lap.

He whimpers at the feeling of your clothed cunt sitting atop his growing erection. He closed his eyes momentarily, the sensation already overwhelming him. Someone end him now before he cums in his pants.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, "I've always found you cute, Jakey." You mumble, feeling him twitch underneath you. Oh? Guess you found another weak spot of his. "Always wondered what your lips feel like.." You trail off, taking his lips in yours.

His hesitant hands finally find a spot on your waist, his cold hands against your warm skin make you shiver. His lips move with yours in a messy rhythm. It was sloppy but filled with such need and desperation.

He can't wrap his head around the fact that he managed to get his dick sucked before getting a kiss from you. But it's all real when you grind down on his bulge, earning a painful groan from the boy. You make him so unbelievably hard, it's embarrassing.

You break away from the kiss, biting back the smile that threatened to form when you catch the fog forming in his glasses. Oh, how you want to ruin this man. "I've always wanted to do this with you," You start off, lips trailing down his chin, to his neck, then to his collarbone, "Do you want this as much as I—" You bite down on his bare flesh and he whimpers, "Do?" Jake moans when you start grinding down against him at a slow, agonizing pace, "Fuck— Yes." He hisses through gritted teeth. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your sides, forcing your hips to rut against his even faster.

You raise the back of your hand to your mouth to muffle your sounds. The friction of his bulge rubbing against your aching clit through your shorts had you bucking your hips forwards, "A-Ah, Jaeyun!" You squeak out, hands going to wrap around the boy's wrists. "Mm.. so s-sensitive." He grunts, lips finding a place on your neck. He continued to kiss around, sucking multiple marks on your skin until one particular spot had you moaning out his name. Yeah, he may be inexperienced, but there's a thing called porn. He knows it's not the best source to learn from, but hey, it gets the basics down

You can feel one of his hands inching up your sides, almost as if he was hesitant to do something. You did him a favor by pulling his hand farther up your torso till he's practically groping the side of your breast. "I'm not made out of glass, Jake." You reminded him with a breathless giggle. You soon feel a familiar sensation begin to pool in the pit of your stomach. You hadn't realized just how horny you actually were. Like every touch he left on your skin made you burn for more. If you weren't careful, you might last shorter than you expected

"Jake, I-I think you should slow down." You gasp when you feel him bite down on your neck. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to know it'd leave a mark for the next few days. You can feel him shaking his head against your neck, almost frantically like he was going to lose something, "Not when I can feel you sh-shaking against me." How does he—?

You arch your chest more into his hands. The same hands you spent hours daydreaming about. The ones that were gently fondling your boob through your shirt, thumb grazing against your perky nipple. "I'm close, Jake."

The times when you curse Jaeyun for being a little too into his studies, especially now when he's taking his time in studying how your body reacts to his touches.

You would make a snarky comment if it weren't for Jake humping against you right now, bringing you extremely close to your high. "Shit. Me too, Y/n." He moans into your neck, hands hooking underneath your arm to grab at your shoulders, bringing your body to be as close to his. The smell of your fruit-scented shampoo floods his senses, spurring him to come undone in his pants with a drawn-out groan.

You were surprised to find yourself liking that more than you thought. It was so hot to see him cum merely by humping you. Some people would find that to be embarrassing, but for you, it only made you yearn for him even more. If it was any other guy— well. Jake wasn't any other guy. With him, he could literally start barking while calling you mommy (projecting yourself much?) and you'd still find him to be the most handsome guy you've ever laid eyes on.

"Fuck! M-My god, yes!" With a few frantic rolls of your hips, you felt the coil within you snapping and a wave of ecstasy washed over you almost immediately, causing you to twitch against the man below you.

You were only given merely a minute to calm down from your high before feeling his hand snake from your chest down your stomach. "Jake?" Your legs clamp around his hand that was currently in your shorts, prying your soaked panties to the side, "Wh.. What are you— oh." He runs his middle finger down between your slicked folds, the tip prodding at your entrance.

Your senses were heightened as your post-orgasm haze still lingered. You didn't know if you should tell him to keep going or not. But in all honesty, why would you want him to stop? If this is the chance to finally have those long, slender fingers you've spent countless hours daydreaming about inside of you, why stop now?

He watches as your face contorts when he slides a finger in. He isn't sure where this new-found confidence came through. Did it come after he had his dick shoved down your throat? Or when he made you cum undone? He's not complaining when he currently has you falling apart on his fingers. "You're so wet.. makes it so easy for me to just slip it in." That must've done something with the way you cried out his name. Or maybe it's when he curled his finger against a certain spot that made you see white.

He easily slips in another, immediately curling it to rip out another cry from you. "Keep moaning like that, baby."

The pet name makes you clench around his fingers, and he couldn't help but grin. "Jake..please."

"Yeah? You want more?" He asks heatedly, curling and uncurling his fingers again, making you shudder against him.

You spread your legs farther apart, nodding as your lip was tugged between your teeth.

Jake slowly pulls his fingers out of you, only to go rub small circles on your puffy clit with his thumb. Having the girl of his dreams turning to putty in his hands? It was an ego boost he thought he'd never needed until now. Plus, it was so fucking hot.

In the meantime, you stripped your top off while Jake tugged down his sweats along with his boxers till his cock sprang free. It stood upright and proud, tip red and leaking. You swallowed hard, worry beginning to poke at you. If it barely could fit in your mouth without forcing it, how was he going to fit in you?

But you have no time to ask questions when you find yourself hovering above his tip, using a free hand to help align it to your entrance.

You both sucked in a sharp breath when you sunk down till only the head was inside. You know it's going to be a really tight fit. His hands curiously cupped both of your breasts, relishing in how soft they were against his hands. "You're sucking me in, holy shit." Jake curses, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt inch by inch.

By the time you were halfway, you took a deep breath before sinking fully down in one swift motion till he reached the hilt inside of you.

Jake cursed your name out loud while his hands made their way back onto your waist, only this time was his grip harder than before. You let out a mewl that could only be compared to coming straight out of a porno. Tears swelled up in your eyes, which Jaeyun kissed away when it spilled down your cheeks. The stretch was a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. It hurts since he's the biggest you've ever taken. But it feels so good with the way he's prying your walls apart, stuffing you full. Your imagination could never live up to the real feeling.

What caught you by surprise though was Jake suddenly laying you down on the couch, towering over you while his dick still nuzzled deep within.

His glasses threatening to slip off at any given moment. As much as you would love to watch him fuck you with his adorable little specs on, you can't afford to risk it breaking and then never seeing him in those specs you love so much. You reached up and carefully pulled it off, folding it before placing it on the coffee table next to you guys.

He gives you a warm smile, and you feel your chest churn at the sight. God, this boy seriously has such an effect on you.

"Thank you." His accent is evidently thick, making you unintentionally clench down on him, causing him to groan. "Fuck, don't do that, baby." He mumbles weakly before leaning down to kiss you tenderly, running his tongue over your bottom lip.

You slip your hands underneath his shirt, feeling up his body. You can feel how toned he was against your palms. You pull away with a little smile, “Since when did you have abs?” You help slide it over his head, discarding the shirt somewhere in your living room. “Oh. I uhm, I work out in my spare time.” He explains. And only then do you glance over at his arms, soaking in the sight of his arms naturally flexing to show off his muscular biceps.

How much did you have to beg to have him put you in a chokehold?

"I like you, a lot." Jaeyun suddenly confesses, taking you by surprise.

"Jake. You're currently balls deep inside of me. You think I would let you do this if I hadn't liked you?"

You both stared at each other till you both burst out giggling. Seems that you guys were busy basking in your own perverted thoughts to realize how obvious your feelings appeared to be.

"For a nerd, you sure are stupid."

"For..." He starts, "Yeah, I got nothing." He laughs, combing back a strand of hair away from your pretty little face.

Shortly afterward, he goes to plant open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as his hands roam throughout your naked body, making sure to not leave an inch of your skin untouched.

You slightly grew impatient, resulting in you rolling your hips upwards.

His big hands pin your hips down onto the couch, forcing you to stay put, "Y-You need to stop doing that." He whines.

Before you could get something out, he was quick to pull out halfway only to slam back in. His mushroom tip rammed perfectly into your cervix, ripping out a choked-out sob from you.

His hands grab the back of your knees before pinning them up against your chest. He positions himself up on his knees, allowing himself to set a slow rhythm.

In between each thrust, he'd purposely thrust his pelvis flush against your ass then roll his hips, making you feel exactly how big he is. "Like how I feel buried inside this tight pussy?"

"God, yes." You purred, nails digging into his biceps.

Jake's head hung low, unable to pry his eyes away from seeing your pussy lips wrapped around his dick, your cunt swallowing his entire length with ease. He huffs, beginning to snap his hips back and forth at a fast pace.

Your body jolts with every harsh thrust. And all you could do at that moment was to take everything he gave you with a mantra of his name spilling out from your swollen, reddened lips. "o-oh my god! J-Jaeyun, shit!"

Your eyes were everywhere on him. They were eyeing the layer of sweat on his chest that glistened due to the lights. Then they traveled down between your legs, watching Jake pound into you with such determination.

His hand grasped your jaw, forcing you to look at him so he could watch how you reacted to his relentless thrusts. His thoughts were in disarray, drunk off the sensation of your walls squeezing around him as if you wanted to milk him dry. You felt as if your brain had short-circuited, babbling out incoherent nonsense. "Oh fuck, oh, god, fuck yes! There! Just like that, fucking god!"

You were nearly sobbing at this point. It was almost too much when you felt a fire pooling low in your abdomen. Jake could sense you were near with the way your walls were fluttering around his dick. "Are you close, baby?" He rasps, pressing his forehead against yours.

Your eyes were screwed shut, and the only thing open was your mouth which poured out a series of obscene noises along with a choked 'yes!'.

Jake bought his other hand up to rub fast circles against your clit, bringing you over your tipping point. "'m gonna cum, jae! Fuck— I'm cumming!" Like a spring coiling tightly and then being released, your orgasm crashes down on you. You feel both your body and mind dissolving into pleasure, clamping tightly around Jake's cock as a result.

You forced your eyelids apart in time to see Jake's face contort as his thrusts grew sloppy and erratic. His jaw hung low, tongue nearly poking out the side of his mouth (just like a puppy). "Gon' cum inside you, y/n. I like you so—" With a lewd cry, he nuzzles his face into your neck before fucking his cock deep into your sopping pussy, spurting out ropes and ropes of his hot, sticky cum to coat your inner walls.

His hips stuttered against yours. And you moan because you can feel his cock pulsating inside you, continuing to pump more cum inside you. At this point, you wouldn't be surprised if it began to leak out by now. "stuff you full of my f-fucking cum.. god, this tight pussy's milking me dry."

Although visibly spent from his mind-numbing orgasm, he made sure not to crush you by falling limp beside you.

You both bask in your post-orgasm daze by holding each other closely. His arm was slung around your waist whilst you nuzzled your face against his chest. His heart was palpitating, but he wasn't sure if it was from the earth-shattering sex he just had, or if it was the fact that he currently has you engulfed in his arms... after the most earth-shattering sex you guys just had.

"We should study together more often." Jake says, sending you a wink before reaching over to grab his glasses from the coffee table.

"Or.." You grab his glasses out of his hand, "We could do this more often," You slip on his specs, "—as boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Really?" He questions, eyebrows perking up. You can imagine the dog ears on him perking up as well.

You smile wholeheartedly, "Yes, really."

His hand cups the side of your face before he eagerly captures your lips into a passionate kiss. Your lips molded with his as if it were a perfect fit.

You pull away, letting him nuzzle his face into your neck, "Jake." You call out softly.

"Hm?" He answers.

"Were you planning on pulling out anytime soon?"

He pulls away from your neck to give you a playful smile. "I mean.. I can go for another round."

[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock

Chapter 9

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ou had barely gotten out of bed in the days that followed your emergency room visit.

You could barely even look at your husband.

This was far beyond Law’s realm of expertise, and he was quickly growing more and more concerned about your wellbeing.  You were barely eating, choosing to spend your days in bed with your head buried in your pillows as if you were trying to disappear completely.  It was incredibly generous that your boss had allowed you such ample time off, but Law knew for a fact that this self-isolation was going to do nothing but exacerbate the cycle of depression that your miscarriage had brought upon you.

Law swallowed a lump in his throat.

Miscarriage.

The word seemed so grim even prior to meeting you.  Now it held an entirely new meaning.  Miscarriage was what led to his wife spending her days alone in their bed, trying desperately to fall into a deep slumber to escape the crushing reality.

Shachi and Penguin had practically moved in with the two of you, helping to cook, clean, and take care of Bepo while Law was at work.  Neither of them had spoken to you, and Penguin hadn’t even looked at you in the days since you came home, no longer pregnant.  It was as if everyone in the apartment was afraid a single breath would shatter you like a pane of glass, tiny, glimmering pieces of a stabbing despair that were impossible to clean up.

Even your boss had come by, two days after you were forced to leave the office to go to the ER.  She had stopped by your apartment with a small basket of goodies as a condolence gift, and while she acknowledged that a few bars of chocolate was probably the least effective medicine for what you had endured, she expressed the desire to make sure you knew that the entire office was rooting for you.

When Shachi placed the small basket on your bedside table, you didn’t even move.

Law was starting to get more and more concerned about the risk of bedsores your constant, curled-up position might expose you to.

Even worse than bedsores, however, was the fact that Law still had to work.  Heart and lung diseases didn’t simply disappear just because you had a miscarriage, and as much as Law’s own heart broke whenever he had to slip on his shoes to leave, he needed to continue his job.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t constantly thinking about you, however.

—

Law’s colleagues often joked that he operated like a robot when arriving at the prep theater.  The way he donned his surgeon’s scrubs and coat was the same way every single time: left arm into the coat, followed by his right, a 180 degree counterclockwise turn so his attending could securely tie the back, followed by his left hand glove, right hand glove, and then a second left glove, and a second right glove.  He had also developed the habit of placing his cell phone in the care of his circulating nurse, should any calls come from you at home.  It wasn’t quite allowed, and it definitely strayed from his own personal philosophy of a hyper-focused operating room environment, but he couldn’t help himself.  Despite this, Law’s second-nature ability to perfectly replicate operating theater etiquette did bring some level of calm to the entire surgery team, especially on days like today.

The cardiac team was about to undergo an estimated 6 hour coronary bypass surgery.

This was just the event Law needed to break out of his mold and return to life as it was about ten days ago.  For the first time since your emergency room visit, Law wasn’t thinking about you.

“Patient is a 45-year-old caucasian male with severe coronary artery disease.  He has experienced two heart attacks prior to this surgery.  We will be undertaking a triple bypass operation.  I understand this is a very daunting task for some of you, however you are expected to remain calm and do your work as you normally do.  Nothing about this particular surgery is any different than any other open heart surgery, just remember this.”  Law explained the procedure to his team in a very bold, emotionless voice.  

The operation began.

The lights in the room were dimmed slightly to allow for better focus from the overhead lamps onto the exposed portion of the patient’s abdomen.  Beside the table, a large machine that would be operating as a temporary heart for the patient was prepped.  The entire team was laser-focused on the patient, Law’s stern, strict aura seeming to radiate outward and affect the rest of his staff with a quiet, pensive attitude.  It wasn’t often to have idle chit-chat during operations considering the stakes at hand, however today seemed particularly tense.

Law led the procedure with a deft hand.  He expertly instructed his assistants with the suction and cauterization as he carefully opened the flesh of the man.  A saw was used to cut through the sternum and expose the pericardium.  Bleeding was carefully controlled and a fast-acting antibiotic paste was used throughout.  After approximately 20 minutes, the patient’s beating heart was fully exposed, the chest cavity held open by metal tools and a frame to fully support the operating window.  

The first cannula was placed into the aorta when Law’s phone began to buzz from the circulating nurse’s coat pocket.  She was standing away from the rest of the team and pulled the device out of her pocket to view the caller ID.  The focus wasn’t broken from the rest of the operating team.

“Silence it,” Law uttered, ingrained in the action of attaching the catheter to the air-tight bypass tube.

“It’s your wife, Doctor,” she awkwardly mumbled.  The phone continued to buzz.

A few awkward glances were tossed around the operating table.  Law simply kept his head down, beginning to search for the right atria to place the second cannula.

“Doctor?” she called again.

“My passcode is 0517.  Just text her and ask her what she needs.”

The anesthesiologist smiled, though it wasn’t visible below his mask.  “Isn’t that your wedding anniversary?”

The assistant holding the cauterizer cooed from across the table.  “Aww, that’s so cute!”

“I hope my husband is that sweet,” sighed the attending nurse.

Law grumbled.  “I’m inserting the venous cannula.  Attention to the patient.”

The room immediately snapped back to intense focus.  Behind them in the corner, the circulating nurse had unlocked Law’s phone and was navigating to his texts, being careful to avoid glancing at any pictures or messages he wouldn’t have wanted her to see.  She found your messages and began typing.

—

Your phone buzzed.

Baby~~<3

Hi, this is Doctor Trafalgar’s circulating nurse!  He’s currently in the middle of an operation but he told me to text you in response to your call.  Is there anything I can help you with or tell him?

You sighed, figuring that was the reason he hadn’t answered his phone.  Beside you, Shachi leaned over and gazed at the screen.

“Hey, can’t knock him for being focused!” he chided, nudging your shoulder.

Sitting with your legs crossed on the couch in your living room, you couldn’t fight the proud grin that formed on your face.  “That’s true… I’d much rather him ignore my call than lose focus on a patient.”

Penguin was in the kitchen, an apron wrapped around his torso as he pulled a tray of chocolate chip cookies out of your oven.  There were already four other trays cooling on the linoleum countertop.  “I think it’s cute that he gives his phone to his nurse in case you call.”

“He probably does that for any incoming call,” you scoffed.

“Nope, he definitely only started doing that for you,” Penguin called back.

Shachi had stood from the couch and not-so-stealthily approached the counter, reaching his hands out to snag a few cookies while they were still warm.  “It’s true, once I called him during an operation without realizing and he didn’t respond for eight hours.  When he finally did call back he was like, ‘Sorry, I got caught up with something.’  Like, dude, you’re a heart surgeon.  I think I could figure that out.”  He plopped back down next to you, passing you a cookie from his hand.

Holding the sweet treat in your teeth, you looked back down at your phone, tapping the text window to begin typing.

—

Law’s attending nurse felt another buzz in her pocket.

Wifey

Omg, im so sorry to interrupt!  Can you just tell him to call me back when he gets a chance?  Tell him its no rush, either, i dont want him to stress LOL

Wifey

Thank you for your hard work, i hope hes not pushing you guys too hard <3

The nurse smiled, replying to your message and placing the phone back in her pocket.

—

Six and a half hours and a very cramped right hand later and Law was finally sitting in the break room with a microwaved dinner of some orzo dish that Penguin had made a few days prior.  He ran a weary hand through his unruly black hair, slightly greasy from the sweat that had accumulated under his surgical cap.  Taking a small mouth full of his dinner and taking advantage of the late-night silence in the break room, he finally opened his phone and tapped on your name, ringing your number.  It was nearing 11:00PM, so he doubted you’d even still be awake, but it was worth a shot anyway.  If anything, it would probably be Shachi or Penguin that would pick up.

The dial tone rang twice before a faint click sound reverberated through the receiver.

[Hi, baby!]

Law’s heart rate doubled its pace at the sound of your voice.  Your voice that he had sparsely heard the last 10 days.  He suddenly wished more than anything that he could end his shift early and race home to see you.

He swallowed his spit.  “Hey, darling, you called me during a surgery, I’m sorry I missed you.”  He truly was sorry.  He felt absolutely terrible about leaving you waiting for six hours, despite his stern and pointed attitude throughout the procedure.  Duty does call, in the end.

[Never apologize, Law, I understand.]  He could hear your exhaustion through the speaker.  [How did it end up going?]

Law pushed his orzo around with his spoon.  “It was a great success, it’s been a little bit since my team and I have performed any sort of coronary bypass surgery, so I think everyone was pretty relieved when it was finally over.”

[That’s incredible…]  You sighed into your end of the line, your airy tone giving away the smile you surely wore across your lips.  [I’m really happy it went well.]

The black-haired man simply hummed.  “Was there something you were calling about earlier?”

[Yeah…] you affirmed, however your voice suddenly adopted a more far-away flavor.  [I wanted to know if you were free this coming Friday.  Dr. Robin gave me a call earlier today and said she wants to get me in for a diagnostic consultation.  I… I don’t really want to go alone anymore.]

Law’s heart sank at the way your words sounded so little.  “I’ll check my availability for you.”

[Thank you, baby…]

“Darling, are you going to be alright until I get home in the morning?”  Law slowly felt his appetite waning as his anxieties about your current state at home were dawning on him.  “I have all day off tomorrow to spend with you, and we can talk about anything for as long as you want.”

[I’ll be alright, I promise.]

“You really promise?” Law confirmed.  It wasn’t like you to be so brief with your words, but at the same time he knew these circumstances were well past the realm of reason.

A dry chuckle bounced through the receiver.  [I really promise.]

Law drew in a deep, heaving inhale through his nostrils.  “Baby, I love you.  I’ll see you in a few hours, alright?”

[I love you too, Law.]

[midwesternfields]

March included starting a rewatch of The Blacklist (we have a habit of doing that when shows are ending), the beginning of the baseball season (unhinged for my old men & babes), continuation of hockey and nascar (go JLo'22, you did gr8 today at 'Dega even if it wasn't the finish we wanted at least you were a menace to society making them go around you on that one lap, hope you're good after all those yellows)

April continues the rewatch, catching up on the 911verse, beginning s3 of our favorite Mandalorian (in contrast to andor & owk, I wait until the last episode airs so I can just binge watch instead [do I prefer diego & ewan over pascal? yes like pascal lands after issac even and not that I don't love him and the character its just a matter of which actors ive known longer and what characters make the bees in the brain buzz) , the Super Mario Bros Movie was amazing (it deserves some Oscars, Luigi is my baby boy and all the toads, koopas, shyguys, penguins, spinies are ALL my sons ), and just today we've made it half way through The Night Agent (peter is just the most precious person as of late, instantly fell in love with him)

January's brain rot was mostly Obikin, plus whatever else my brain has decided to completely blank on (it was a long month okay?)

February would like to add on Longmire & Miraculous to the mix, along with the yearly switching from football to baseball mode

[d8nielaa]

jason schmidt and you sharing a dressing room (just pretend coed dressing rooms are a thing on broadway) and you buy him a coconut water everyday on the way to the theater, and he leaves you little candies on your side. or like you get him a cute poster for his side, little acts of service for each other and eventually you both realize you like each other and admit it to one another. flash forward to when they have an apartment together and they still do cute little things like that

Authors Note: yess anon of course!! I just came back from the flea market with my dad and I got a hello kitty cup full of horchata and it was soooo good 😋 so that defiantly inspired the fic just a little..

"Horchata?"

Jason Schmidt x fem!hispanic reader

It was Friday afternoon, and I had just gotten to the theater. Whenever I'm on my way to the theater, I stop by at a bodega to pick up some coconut water and dinner/lunch for me and Jason since we shared a dressing room. I always get myself a torta with asada and Jason a chicken quesadilla.

I walked in through the stage door, checking in before making my way upstairs to my dressing room. I said hi to Emma, who was vlogging, alongside SarahGrace, Tilly, and Melody. I made my way to the dressing room, knocking on the door out of habit. I heard a muffled "come in!" which was obviously Jason.

I opened the door, seeing him in his chair with his guitar on his lap.

"Hi Jasonnn, I got you dinner." I said, placing the box with his food in front of him, alongside his coconut water.

"Thank you, I'm so hungry." He said, touching my arm gently as I moved around him to go to my chair. I simply nodded my head, sitting down and opening my box of food. I picked up my torta and took a bite, before sipping on my horchata. Jason looked at me, confused and curious as to what I was drinking.

"What is that?" He asked, genuinely curious, which I always thought was cute. I would be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for him, who wouldn't? He was tall, and he was kind. He was smarted and talented and sooo easy to love. He was the heartthrob of the show, so you can't blame me.

"It's horchata.' I said, taking another sip while looking at him.

"Horchata?"

"Yeah, it's made out of like rice water and cinnamon, it's really good." I replied, tilting the cup as to offer him a sip. He leaned over, placing his lips on the straw and taking a drink. A sound of enjoyment came from his lips.

"Wo-wow, thats really good." he said, a smile on his face as he took a sip out of his coconut water. I smiled in return, taking another bite of my torta, before putting it down and beginning to get ready for the show.

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Later that night, during intermission. I went to me and Jason's dressing room, where he was sat in his chair once more.

"Hey Jason" I said, my breathing a little uneven since I just came back from performing "Run Run Brother". Jason smiled, a soft "hi" escaping his lips as I sat down next to him in my chair. I took a sip out of my water, as Jason placed a handful of candy on my side of our shared vanity. I looked down at the candy in confusion, before glancing up at him.

"what's this?" I asked, my hand digging through the different varieties of candy.

"the stage manager gave it to me but, I thought you'd want it." He said, a soft smile on his face as a small pink hue appeared on his cheeks. I smiled in return, leaning over and hugging Jason.

"Thank you."

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A few days later, I was walking through a local five below since I had some time before I had to be at the theater, and was just browsing around. I then came across a poster of the movie version of "The Outsiders", which made me overjoyed. I quickly picked up the roll, and continued browsing before heading to the checkout. I paid for the poster and some candy, alongside a coconut water for Jason, before making my way to the theater.

I got there in no time since I took the subway, and quickly made my way inside, checking in before making my way to the dressing room. I knocked, hearing Jason say his usual muffled "come in!". I opened the door and smiled, the bag full of candy, coconut water, and a poster sticking out causing him to give me an amused look.

"Look what I got!" I said, pulling out the poster before placing the bag on his side of the vanity. I quickly took off the plastic, unrolling it to show him the poster. His face lit up, a smile forming as he gently took it from my hands.

"Oh my God" He said, his smile bright, which made me feel warm inside.

"You can keep it, I have no space on my side of the room" I said, gesturing to my side of the wall, which was covered in pictures and posters and other little trinkets.

"Really? Thank you" He replied, quickly moving to hang up the poster, which made me giggle. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, finding peace in moments like these. if only I had the confidence to tell him.

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Not to long after while we were getting ready, I played some music from my playlist just to get us in the spirit and pumped up for the show. When all of a sudden, a sweet and slow song came on. I was about to switch it to something more upbeat, before Jason stopped me while taking off his phone. Clearly, he found a perfect moment to capture. He started recording and propped his phone on the table, before offering me his hand.

I took it, standing up as he pulled me flush against his chest, slowly beginning to sway me. I smiled at this, letting out a soft chuckle as he spun me around, the camera catching this whole moment. We continued dancing for a few moments, feeling nothing but peace in the chaotic storm that was our lives. Jason spun me once more as the song ended, keeping me against him.

I looked up at him, a soft pink hue coming to both of our cheeks. My breath hitched at our proximity, my heart practically beating out of my chest.

Then, our lips met softly, a hesitant brush that sent a jolt of electricity through me. The world around us melted away—the laughter of children, the rustling leaves—all that existed was the warmth of Jason's lips against mine.

It felt tentative, like the first steps of a dance, and yet there was a certainty in it, a sweet promise of what was to come. As we pulled back, our foreheads resting together, I could hardly believe it had finally happened. I then pulled a little more back to look at him, speaking softly.

“I… I really value our friendship, but lately, I’ve realized that I have feelings for you. More than just friends. I know it might change things between us, and I don’t want to lose what we have, but I had to be honest.” I said, my heart beating so loud I'm sure he could hear it.

It was silent for a moment, before he smiled as he spoke.

"I’ve been feeling something too, but I didn’t know how to say it. I thought it might ruin our friendship.”

“So… what do we do now?" I asked, my hands gently holding onto his biceps as I let out a breath of relief.

“I think we take a chance. I really like you. I’ve just been scared to say it.” My heart began beating faster at his words, I couldn't believe it!

“Really?” I asked, still in shock. Jason nodded his head, a shy smile on his face as he spoke once more.

“So, what do you say we try this? Together?”

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It's been almost two years since that day, me and Jason were stronger than ever now. We even had our own little apartment and a siamese kitty we named 'Marcia'.

Me and Jason did a couple gigs here and there, often playing at little venues and sometimes bars. Just to keep things going. Most of the time however, I was at home. I would take care of some chores, (Jason insisted he should also do them to so I wouldn't have to do everything on my own.)

Life felt great, and with Jason by my side, I knew we would be okay.

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Authors Note: hiii guys!!! I literally don't have much to say except keep the requests coming and... vita coco

[eventinelysplayground]

Attempting Villainy

Kinktober Day 2: Substituted Role Reversal

Pairing: Victor x Female Reader

This is another fic I had started early on but just lost steam on and didn't finish until the last day of September. You and Victor have differing opinions and you set about trying to prove yourself right. NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 2054.

It was a beautiful day and one of Victor's rare days off from his duties as the Queen's aide and the two of you had just entered the dining room for breakfast. All eyes were on the both of you as Victor sat where you normally would and you stood at the head of the table. He was dressed in a simple pair of slacks a white shirt and deep blue tie while you had borrowed one of his shirts and his jacket wearing them over a split skirt.

“Good morning my cursed boys!”

Your best chipper voice was met with sighs and groans around the table, along with Alfons pinching the bridge of his nose and Jude folding up his paper.

“Soo, what's going on?”

Liam's voice was cheerful but it also had an edge to it.

“Our dear miss robin and I have made a bet of sorts and so we’ve exchanged roles for the next twenty-four hours.”

More groans.

“Are you sure you're up for that sort of challenge, little robin?”

William's voice was calm as he spoke but his smile looked almost evil.

“Of course I am! Now first things first, a magic trick!”

“Nope.”

“I'm out.”

“Jude, Harry!”

“I have to get to the theater.”

“I'd love to watch this unfold but I really do need to be getting to bed.”

The four of them vanished, faster than they ever had before, leaving you alone with Victor and William.

“Too bad little robin…”

“Why, my magic trick worked.”

The two men exchanged a quick glance and William raised an eyebrow.

“Would you care to explain?”

“My trick was to make everyone disappear, though I guess it didn't completely work since you didn't leave.”

William closed his eyes and Victor let out a joyful laugh.

“That was very creative, my love. I'm even more excited for the rest of the day now”

“Thank you, and I promise I won't disappoint you.”

William opened his eyes then and a devilish smile spread across his face as he came to his feet.

“I wish you luck little robin you're certainly going to need it, this is Victor you're dealing with after all.”

Before you could ask William exactly what he meant he was across the room and out the door. So you spent the day doing everything Victor would, you listened to a mission update, ordered supplies, went over the castle ledger. Victor really did a lot in a day but you pushed through it all without any issue, well until you had to hand out a new mission but even then Victor only offered his opinion and gentle reassurance leaving the final decision in your hands.

You were so proud of how you'd done and you were chatting away that night as you walked down the hallway with him not even noticing that your feet had carried you to his room out of habit. It was out of habit too that when Victor opened the door and you entered without hesitation moving towards the large windows without glancing back, had you though you would have seen his impish smile and lustful gaze.

“I'm really amazed that you can manage to get everything done in a day Victor. This isn't even everything you normally do!”

“Years of practice my dear.”

“Even still, and I already knew this but the fact you get Harry and Jude to ever listen to you just makes you even more amazing.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh while Victor smiled at you while taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

“If only you had seen when I gave them their first missions you'd know how well that actually went.”

“Seriously?”

You moved to stand in front of Victor.

“They’ve always been very spirited boys, I actually found it surprising how well they behaved themselves.”

“Well then, I guess I proved that I've become a villain.”

“I think that's a little hasty of you.”

“Why? I spent all day doing everything you do and-”

“And you did very well but…”

You looked quizzically at Victor as he stood up and took the few steps so he was right in front of you then leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I said twenty four hours, not the day and seeing as it isn't midnight yet…”

Victor pulled back from you and just as he did Williams words from earlier came back to you and you cursed internally. You knew he could see the realization dawning on you when you heard him chuckle, his voice now husky.

“Of course if you aren't up to it you can always-”

“No! I mean…I agreed to twenty four hours so I won't back down.”

You saw Victor's eyebrow raise slightly even as he was smiling smugly.

“Then show me how villainous you've really become.”

You could feel you were blushing even if you couldn't see it but you were determined even if you hadn't planned on this. You stood there not entirely sure what to do and it was making you anxious. Finally you shook your head and reminded yourself all you needed to do was act like Victor. Could you even pull it off though, you didn't exactly have his skill or confidence. Would he even enjoy it?

“Trying to wait out the clock my love?”

“No.”

Victor was still wearing that smug smile on his face and it annoyed you. You stepped closer to him picking up a lock of his hair and kissing it as he frequently did to you. That smug smile faded almost instantly and once it had you reached up on your toes and captured his lips in a kiss.

You started with brief pecks and built up to longer, hungrier kisses as your hands roamed along his body. You pushed aside the embarrassment and self doubt that kept creeping in and removed his tie before moving your fingers to the buttons on his shirt. You undid the first one and broke your kiss only for your lips to kiss his newly exposed skin. Your lips followed your fingers kissing down Victor's chest as button after button came undone revealing more of him.

Once you were out of buttons you kissed your way back up his stomach and chest to the side of his neck as you slid his shirt off each arm and dropped it to the floor. You stepped back trailing your fingers along the path your lips had just taken until they rested at the top of his pants. You took a deep breath and let it out before looking up at Victor expecting to find an amused smile on his face. Instead he wore a serious and somewhat pained expression, his eyes smoldering with hunger. You stepped towards him again and rested your forehead on his chest as you undid his belt and let his pants fall away to join his shirt.

You lift your forehead off his chest and kissed it once before you placed your palms upon it and began to push him backwards towards the bed. He reached out one hand to cup your cheek as you did so, his eyes locked on yours. When he stopped you gave him a gentle shove down onto the bed only letting him scoot all the way onto it before you pushed him all the way down as you knelt beside him.

You lean over him giving him soft kiss after soft kiss as your hand moved over his cock and around his balls. You nip at his lips as your tongues danced together and his breathing started to become ragged. Once his cock was somewhat hard you pull your lips away from his and let your tongue trail down the side of his neck to the crook where you bit him and suck at his skin making him groan.

A smile was on your face as you kissed your way back down Victor's chest towards his cock. Normally you were the one at his mercy and coming undone, seeing him react similarly made you happy. You reached his cock and lick up the side of it before kissing the tip, your one hand grasping it around the base while you use the other to steady yourself. You lick up his length again and again, making sure not to miss an inch of his skin before taking the tip of it in your mouth and flicking over his slit with your tongue.

The deep breaths and barely audible moans coming from Victor delight you and you start to work your mouth up and down his cock while your hand gently cups his balls. You take more of him into your mouth with each pass and the more of him you take in the more he moans. Your tongue swirls around it as you go up and down and his fingers grab a handful of your hair. Your next time up you remove his cock from your mouth to get a much needed breath and drag your tongue along and around the tip. You close your lips around it again but just the tip as you slowly tease his slit with your tongue and his fingers tighten their grip on your hair. You go back to working your mouth up and down his shaft picking up speed with each pass and you begin to feel your pussy tingle.

As your own arousal grows you suck him even harder and faster and soon you feel his warm cum filling up your mouth and trickling down your throat. He tastes bitter sweet and you shudder briefly as you swallow it down, running your tongue along his cock to clean some of the mess as you pull it from your mouth. Victor's eyes are closed and his breathing begins to even out as you get out of bed and remove your clothes as quickly as you can tossing them to the floor.

Climbing back into the bed you kiss Victor's side before positioning yourself on top of him and guiding him into you in one swift motion. His hands come up to your hips helping to steady you as you find your rhythm. Once you're steady his hands make their way around to your stomach and travel upwards cupping your breasts and you look down at him. His eyes are full of lust and love with a hint of naughtiness and you know your eyes look the same. He smiles at you and you smile back as you move faster and your hands come to rest over his. His fingers caress your breasts gently but you squeeze his hands so that they put more pressure on them. He follows your lead kneading harder and you move your hands so that they're gripping his arms.

“Ahh Victor!”

He twists your nipples hard and you let out a moan. It's becoming harder to think and it's taking all your concentration to keep moving. One of Victor's hands leaves your breasts and travels to your clit, his fingers rubbing it as you rode his cock.

“Fas..faster.”

Victor does as you order his fingers rubbing faster over your clit and you fall over the edge crying out his name. Your walls tighten around his warm cock inside you and your clit pulses as his fingers slow down. Your body does the same and soon you collapse forwards laying on his chest with him still buried deep inside you. He wraps his arms around your back rubbing it lazily and you lay there for some time completely spent. Your just about to sink into sleep when you hear the grandfather clock in the hallway strike midnight. Victor's hands stop moving and you feel a kiss on your shoulder before you're flipped onto your back.

“Very admirable little robin, but when have I ever stopped at having you only once?”

Your eyes go wide and then soften as you laugh and wrap your arms around Victor's back.

“Fine I concede, I've still got a long way to go to match your villainy.”

“Excellent! Then I think I'll claim my prize now.”

Victor leans in to kiss you as he begins thrusting and you wrap your legs around him ready to sink further into pleasure.

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nightghoul381, @nani-nani-nani. If you want to be added/removes permanently or just for kinktober just send me a msg.

[karoochui]

I just wanted to say I am so enamoured with Binary Insurgence! I eat up everything, every little crumb, you drop about it and the entire idea is so interesting to me! I'm so in love with stories and worlds like this! I'm also curious to know about the relationship between Sun and Moon, if it's alright to ask. How was it before the fire compared to after? Does their relationship begin to mend (because I'm certain over the years it deteriorated) when y/n comes back into the picture? If any of this is too spoilery or you just haven't fleshed it out yet then you don't have to answer! I'm just super curious about the boys and how you see their dynamic/relationship. I just look forward to seeing how their bond has grown and/or broken and how it may be mended over time.

AHH im glad you like it so much!! Im happy to talk about what i've got, but you are right not everything is fully fleshed out. I have points i wanna get to but while im brainstorming and planning i make up a lot of stuff as i go and then go over it again later to see if i like it or can connect stuff in any way. I have 3 chapters for Arc 1 fully summarized as of now! (Which probably doesn't seem like a lot but i like my chapters long, so it's quite a bit actually).

I wanna say, too, that i'm planning for the first story to be more in the perspective of the reader, so most things about Sun and Moon's personal thoughts and feelings are gonna be more implied than said. I might have some switching points of view, i'm not sure, but i haven't found a place i'd do it or think it's relevant. The sequel is gonna be more from their perspective since it'll mostly be about them.

NOW! I see Sun and Moon as brothers, so they really treat each other in a way that's like that. Before the fire they get along pretty well. Most instances of issue would be when Moon blocks out Sun when he fronts, or just mutual panic over the fact Moon lost his shit w/ the virus. They'll have their disagreements about things (i havent planned specifics yet) but generally they're chill. Sun just worries about Moon hurting people, but Moon worries too. With the way the virus functions in this AU it's hard for Sun to fully fault Moon for what he does, especially because he's also affected by it but not nearly as bad. (I'm gonna explain this more in another ask i have).

Plus, even before the virus they were always glitch/bug-ridden because technicians fucked up their programming continuously after removing them from the theater to work in the daycare. So they had to kinda navigate through that together, glitches and errors on both ends (though not deadly). They hate P&S bc of this, obviously. Hardware fixes suck but they fucking HATE software examinations.

Later on though some issues come into play whenever Sun starts getting worse by being further exposed to the virus (it gets worse for him when they eclipse) because it presents itself in Sun differently than it does Moon. He gets snappier and angrier at times (that comic i made that's captioned "well someones snappy") and while they both understand he doesnt mean the shit he does it's still not great. And nobody's gonna just let themselves be talked to like a dog even if the reason it's happening is because of something the other person can't really help. They're still relatively fine at this point, though.

It's at the end when shit goes really bad, because this part of the story does end badly. I won't spoil specifics but after the fire Sun loses his shit. He starts trying to put the blame on Moon for everything (the virus enhancing his already bad habits/fucking with his line of thinking) out of grief and anger. That carries over into the apocalypse and he just gets worse in general. He gets irrational.

It's a long period of time though, so he eventually also manages it, in his own way. But! I did say before in an ask that in the sequel he's "not evil, persay, but he's a fucking nut". He damns Moon to an hourglass to just fucking get rid of him about 100~ years before they meet you again (he fully thinks he's in the right for this (and he also just hates him) and the only reason he really even stayed around after that was to make sure Moon didn't get out again). He's not a bad-intentioned individual, but he's off the fucking wall at many times bc of the virus having made him worse. He's stubborn as all hell to an infuriating degree, he's irrational, hard-headed, reckless, and while a good bit of his old, kinder self is still pretty prevalent he can be downright fucking mean if provoked. Again, worse than before, and it doesn't take much these days! I always imagined him to have more dramatic, snappy, diva aspects to his personality (even before Help Wanted 2 came out) bc hes so theatrical and intense, so basically take a Sun that's like that, crank it up to 100 and put him in a Bad Situation. That's what Round 2 Sun is like at his worst. He's not a complete lost cause though, and he's far from dumb when he does stuff, just clouded by his own judgement. He doesn't think anything's wrong with him (or does he?).

Moon doesn't really hate him like Sun hates Moon, because although he knows that what happened (the ending of the first story) is technically both of their faults he just feels guilt. They do fight a lot, though. Most of it is Moon trying his best to tell Sun that he's basically full of shit and not seeing things right after Sun starts something, but Sun's at the point where he's gotta learn by consequence. Part of the reason he's so bad is bc 1: hes been infected by the virus for so long now and 2: in his grief, anger, and resentment he's learned to live with it rather than fighting it.

But the sequel is gonna be a feel-good story! Falling in love w/ the reader all over again, i want things to get cleared up - or at least some kind of middle ground between Sun and Moon - the whole sha-bang.

[wowcatboys]

Hi! Ur one of my favorite csm fanfic writers, and I hope you have a good day today. Since your request is still open, Im going to take advantage of it haha.... Can you write a headcanon for Quanxi, Power, and Makima where their s/o is a med student and they are struggling to adjust to a VERY busy schedule with almost no time for socializing outside of school and internships? There are also times where they sleep at 1:00 a.m. and wake up at 5:00 a.m., which is probably because I procrastinate A LOT and Im still wondering how I am still alive today.

Hi!! Thank you 🖤 I hope your studies are going well! (and dear LORD babe please get more sleep if you're reading this go to bed RIGHT NOW)

(Fem pronouns for Quanxi, GN for Power/Makima)

Quanxi

Quanxi isn't particularly social herself, so she struggles to understand why you miss parties with your friends or getting dinner with your family. After all, you're working hard towards a career you're passionate about, and the two of you have a good thing going. What more could a sweet, driven girl like yourself want? Still, she doesn't like seeing you stressed, so she makes it a point to get you out of the house on weekends. "You can do this later," she tells you, shutting your textbook despite your protests. "All your friends are already at the restaurant, and we'll only stay for a little while." She ensures you slip a little time for yourself in your packed schedule, even if going out to bowling alleys or movie theaters with your friend group isn't her favorite. At least she gets to hold your hand the whole time.

She's a master at taking care of her girl—Quanxi always makes sure that you're comfortable, even three hours deep into test-prep. She knows your favorite source of caffeine and keeps it on-hand 24/7. Whenever she notices your eyes start drooping, she wordlessly places a tall glass at your elbow, placing a quick kiss on the top of your head. If it's cold, she grabs a blanket and your favorite socks. If it's been a few hours since lunch and you're blatantly ignoring your rumbling tummy, Quanxi pops out to grab your favorite take-out. You never have to ask; she just knows what you need, and provides it without delay.

Though Quanxi worries about your sleeping habits and demanding schedule, she knows you're an adult and can manage yourself. She doesn't nag or chide you if you're putting your studies first, and forgetting to shower every now-and-then. She does what she can to help, and she always, always tells you she's proud of you. Whenever you're ready to scream at the paper you're writing or about to cry into a pile of flashcards, she gently rubs your shoulders. "Hey," she says, "You're working hard. I'm so proud of you." Maybe to anyone else it wouldn't seem like much, but Quanxi is so sincere and tender as she works the knots out of your tired shoulders. Her quiet words are almost always enough to give you a second wind.

Despite her policy to let you do your own thing, Quanxi does get after you if she notices you procrastinating. She knows you need a break sometimes, but she also knows if you put off your work too long you'll be ten times as stressed when you're staring down a looming deadline. "Hey, cutie," she pinches your cheek, gentle but insistent enough to make you scrunch your nose up. "You better hit the books." If you protest, she raises an eyebrow at you. "You know I'm right. Just work on it for a little bit, and then we can cuddle and watch your favorite show or something." As you pass her by, grumbling about your workload, she smacks your ass for good measure. It's usually enough to make you smile back at her, and stop complaining.

Quanxi buys you a set of scrubs in your favorite color. "So my girl won't forget about me, even when she's busy," Quanxi teases, and you roll your eyes. You reassure her with a kiss that of course you'd never forget about her, and she ruffles your hair fondly. It's your favorite set of scrubs, and you wear them almost twice a week.

Power

Power absolutely. hates. your jam-packed schedule. In her opinion, you should be devoting all that time to her! After all, you two could be having so much fun! Why dedicate hours to your internships and classes when the two of you could be out getting soft serve, going to fairs and winning goldfish, or eating exclusively the meat at monjayaki restaurants? She despises the fact that she has to share you with your studies. With a little help from Denji, though, she leaves you alone to do your work. If you ask her to scope out date locations, she's eager to hit the city and plan a perfect date for you two. Just bribe Denji with a handful of Family Burger coupons and he's willing to chauffer her. You get a nice, long day of peace and quiet to cram your studies into and, as a bonus, you get to look forward to whatever date spot Power's deemed a necessity to visit, whenever you've got the ever-rare free afternoon. The cramming might seem counter-intuitive, but it actually helps you get things done faster. It's harder to procrastinate when Power's asking for constant updates on your progress, eager for you to be done so she can have you all to herself.

Whenever you're settled on the couch for a study session, Power comes to cuddle up with you. She'll splay out across your lap or nuzzle her chin into the space between your neck and shoulder. She summons every single ounce of self-control she has to stay quiet and still, so you can keep studying. At first it's pretty difficult for her to resist the urge to poke your face or put Meowy on your head, but as she gets used to the quiet, she finds she starts to enjoy these gentle, low-key moments with you. Sure, she prefers being hyper and loud, but silently nestling into your side and soaking up your warmth is pretty nice, too.

Thrilled to have knowledge about something you're studying, Power is always eager to tell you about blood. How it feels when she's directing its energy, the way it almost hums beneath her fingertips as she molds it to her will. It's not something you'll find in any textbook, and your professors probably won't quiz you on how blood "feels"—but it's still fascinating stuff. Whenever you're diving into the specifics of how blood flows through the heart or mapping out arteries and veins, you tell Power about your studies. You listen eagerly as for every fact you give her, she tells you something about blood that you'd never find in any textbook.

Power absolutely insists that you get enough sleep. Pulling an all-nighter is simply not an option. "My human," she commands, closing her hands around your shoulders, " 'Tis time for us to go to bed." If you protest, telling her you'll come in a few hours, she pouts and shakes her head firmly. "Not an option! You must rest, and I must have someone to cuddle with." She'll physically pull you into bed if she has to. If you have to get up early to finish something, she'll begrudgingly allow it, but going to sleep together is non-negotiable.

All of your notes and flashcards are littered with Power's doodles. It's her way of cheering you up when you're three hours deep into studying the brain. Little scribbles of stars and hearts and hammers (don't ask), or sketches of Meowy doing impossible things like fighting a supervillain or rolling up some sushi. She's not the best illustrator but her pictures definitely have heart, and they do the job of cheering you up splendidly.

Makima

Makima's no stranger to a busy schedule, so she completely understands your struggles. For her, maintaining a planner is a must and she'll gladly help you start one. She gets you a plain faux-leather journal, your name embossed on the cover in gold. Inside is a neat chart laying out the week in precise detail. There's a spot for to-do lists, due dates, progress trackers for big assignments. She's also included reminders to eat, stretch, and drink plenty of water in the margins. She really thought of everything, and if you end up using the planner to its fullest extent, it pretty much kills your procrastination problem. (It's much easier to get things done when it's broken down into efficient, day-by-day steps for you.) Pay attention, and you'll find new comments from your lover packed inside the margins. Simple things, like "Be sure to eat something nutritious today" or "Remember, you have to be at your internship an hour early on Tuesday.", penciled in her neat handwriting. It's not an "I love you"—she struggles with those—but for Makima, the simple care is close enough.

Outwardly, Makima is sympathetic when you lament that you've got no time for friends and family. She nods her head and frowns when you tell her it's been three weeks since you've gotten to go out on the weekend, and assures you that you'll be able to hit an izakaya or bowling alley with your friends soon. Inside, though, Makima likes that your busy schedule keeps you from interacting with people too much. This way, she gets to have you all to herself. Makima loves that you have precious little free time, and that you spend most of it on her. The less other people get to claim your attention, the better.

Instead of eating on her lunch break, Makima dedicates that hour to you. She comes by your place to share a quick lunch, or drives you to your internships. Even if it's only a twenty-minute car ride and a quick kiss before you hurry into your internship building, decked out in scrubs and eager to learn, Makima cherishes this rare time with you.

Sunday afternoons are scheduled date times. No matter what might be going on at work, Makima pushes it aside to spend the day with you, and she expects you to do the same. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just getting coffee together or walking the dogs down a new path is enough. What matters is that the two of you, despite your demanding workloads, have time that's just for each other. She's not happy if you try to blow off your scheduled date to study. It's her favorite part of any week, so expect her to act cold for a few days if it's taken away from her.

Makima respects your work ethic, and she's incredibly proud of you. She makes it a rule not to bring her personal life into work—that would just make you a target—but she's hidden a photo of you, beaming at the camera in your scrubs, in her office. Whenever she's stressed, she pulls out that photograph and reminds herself how impressed she is with your hard work and diligence. It's enough to help her refocus and get her own work done.

Makima knows you're busy, so she likes to take care of your needs. Often, there's a healthy lunch she's put together for you in the fridge, a full bottle of filtered water in your bag, and a fresh notebook on hand in case you run out of paper. She prides herself on anticipating your needs. It sends a surge of satisfaction through her when you start to ask a question: "Darling, have you seen my—" only to cut yourself off as she holds up whatever you're looking for. She hands it off to you with a barely-there smug look and quick kiss to your nose. Now, if only she would look after her own daily needs with such dedication...

[artist-issues]

ALSO watched the trailer for that new Wolf Man and I'm not happy, Bob.

I think the idea of someone you love changing into someone who can't understand you and hurts you is a compelling tragedy. I mean. It has a range of relatability. Sometimes someone just gets more selfish and hurtful over time, as they cultivate habits of choosing themselves, at first in small ways, over you. Until they don't see you anymore, they just see what they can get out of you.

But also. The relatability has range. People lose their loved ones to dementia all too frequently.

Problem is, those two truths are very different. So if the movie is going to be allegorical (so that it can have good, beauty, or truth in it) and use the scary-monster-stuff for GOOD...if it's going to do all that, then, "What if Someone You Loved Changed Into Someone Who Can't Understand You Anymore, and Hurts You?" is a BAD premise.

Because if someone has dementia, there's not a cure. You can't bring their brain back to truth and reality. You can't help them, and they can't help IT when they hurt you. So allegorically, you have to abandon or kill the werewolf, or I guess, like, cage it and keep it fed and watered. That's a big downer. How am I going to leave that theater reminded of something good, beautiful, or true? Especially if I have a family member with dementia?

But if, on the other side, someone is just getting progressively more selfish, and hurting you (emotionally, let's say, at first) then there's a totally different solve. They can be cured.

But you can't do both, in a werewolf story with that premise. And one is significantly sadder and more redundant than the other.

So like. The way the man is before he goes-werewolf, and the way his werewolfism is concluded--that's what determines the context for "What if Someone You Loved Changed Into Someone Who Can't Understand You Anymore, and Hurts You?"

Anyway, I'm disappointed for two reasons. One, because I really like the concept of "he progressively can't understand you anymore as he turns into a werewolf," I think that's interesting, but I'm worried they're not going to handle it well—and then two, most importantly, why does he just look like a big-mouthed bald psycho?

First off that's cruel.

Second-off it's not a werewolf movie, it's just any old remake of The Shining or I Am Legend. Come on! Do I have to go ride all the rides in Universal's new Dark Universe and look at Buff Gollum Wolf Man with no beast-elements except pointy teeth?

We get thrilled by dinosaurs and cocaine bears and big sharks! Don't pretend to me that you can't make a scary monster movie with a werewolf that actually looks like an animalistic monster in the year of our Lord 2025.

What, are you afraid the furry allegations will ruin the credibility of your design? Are you worried you won't be able to break the mold and make a wolf-man design that's scary and original? So you're just settling for "scary, bald psychopaths are always scary!"

Listen to me, the scariest thing about werewolves is not the way they look. It's what they're losing when they turn. But the way they look is important to the symbolism, which is the whole point of imagining up a story so scary in the first place.

Is it too much to ask for a solid werewolf movie?

[raccoonfallsharder]

not an ask more paying respect lol, i did the ask abt showing rocket more terran references/ goth music and you did it amazingly thank you so much. i like how it made me think differently too! i bet rocket wouldn’t like too much horror thinking abt it now but stuff like supernatural/ creepy sound better than gore for him. i bet stuff like the toxic avenger is right up his alley lmao. i love how you included reality tv and video games and just showing rocket other genres. i loved what you did with it! i feel like rocket would like rupaul too for the drama and art. i feel like like they could make their own drive in/ outdoor theater on knowhere and can watch anything in the galaxy lmao😭. and i loved how you wrote rocket w music he is the definition of listens to everything <3. i completely loved this thank you <3

you are SO fucken kind (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) holy shit i will cry now. like, just how sugarsweet are you? thank you bby ♡♡ also i am going to just take a moment to cosign your drive-in/outdoor theatre idea! this was absolutely EXACTLY what i was imagining in the second bulletpoint on this #marvel critique post. i want a whole stupid disney+ show of this, mst3k style

also, you are so right about rocket loving drag and you should fucken say it.

that furry bastard is such a dramatic little punk in his own way. you just know he likes shiny gems and glittery shit far more than he says (i have a ton of headcanons about this but it comes down to — rocket craves lovely, luxurious things and also doesn't believe he deserves them. and also believes most people who have them don't deserve them, and thus, he has few qualms about stealing them. but also never trusts he'll be able to keep them. look, our lil guy is so conflicted.)

the first time you take him to a drag show, i hope you keep it a surprise. let him gripe and complain the whole way there until the uber driver looks like he wants to scream. look, it's not rocket's fault. he frickin told you he'd had a shitty three cycles since he'd seen you last, and now he just wants to crash on your couch with you and order in sushi and rewatch edward scissorhands (you're not sure how that last part's supposed to help — he always ends up silently crying into his fur two-thirds of the way through). he gets even grumpier when you have to wait outside in the relative cold. once you're finally seated at a small table house-left, he's still sulking and snarking, to the point that you almost wanna wring his furry neck yourself.

but then the music starts. maybe a little aretha franklin. gloria gaynor, or some classic cher. yeah, i'm guessing the show stars with cher. slow, silky, low notes pouring out over the stage. strong enough, maybe. when the first queen steps out, rocket's jaw actually drops. by the time the bright pop of disco-synth hits the song, you'd swear the mirrorball is reflecting little stars and hearts into his candied-apple eyes. he's drinking it all in: the drama, the sly and exaggerated winks that put his own oversized winking habits to shame — the gowns, the sequins, the feathers, the heels. the long lashes and sultry stagecraft, the pageantry, the snark, the fun. the music, the theatre of it all, the spotlights and the perfections and the imperfections — and the brightness, like staring into the spiritual equivalent of an anulax battery explosion.

you leave him at some point, just for a moment —making your way to the bar, bringing back the sugary tequila cocktails he's lately taken to liking so much — and he doesn't even touch it. maybe takes a sip, but forgets it's there. it's probably the first time you've seen rocket ignore an opportunity to get at least slightly buzzed (hey, he's made progress in recent years). but this time, the temptation isn't even present. he's staring at the stage, swaying and bopping to the lip-synced lyrics — completely glitterdrunk. he's fixated on the satin corsets and the braying laughter and the ribald jokes, the irreverence that somehow feels like coming home, and all the while he’s wondering what his own long claws would look like if they were painted that color.

it's not like rocket hasn't seen theatrical gender performance before. it's a common-enough phenomenon in deep space, where there are as many expressions of identity as there are stars in the sky. a lot of cultures are far more chill about crossing gender lines or leaning into extreme caricatures, for a kaleidoscope of reasons. some planets don't even have lines to cross, either because gender is a nonconstruct or because it's so extremely flux that it might as well be superfluid helium.

but there's something about this kind of performance that just hits different for rocket. he probably doesn't know enough terran history to understand what he's picking up on. sure, in the far-reaches of the galaxy, diverse gender expression may be the norm — but here on terra, there are conservatives and bioessentialists and police raids and worse. what rocket sees — folded in between the blade-sharp eyeliner and the spun-sugar wigs and the gunmetal-glint of sequins — is rebellion. it's the core blazing fire of demanding the right to be exactly who you are or who you want to be, even if only for a moment. it’s throwing fists when you have to and protecting your people when you can. it's the freedom to give an acrylic-tipped middle-finger to anyone who ever thought they had the right to reinvent you according to their idea of perfection.

it's a fuck-you to every high evolutionary out there, herbert e wyndham or otherwise.

and — maybe more importantly — it’s not just the struggle. in the face of every hostile neighbor and violent lawmaker, it’s taking back some fucking joy.

rocket can taste it.

which is probably why he doesn't want to leave, even after the show draws to a close and someone's yelling about last call. by the time you finally convince him to go out to the sidewalk and wait for your uber back home, a small number of the queens are departing as well — clustered on the sidewalk like gems snatched from taneleer tivan's jewelry box. you don't think you've ever seen this damn raccoon treat an adult-humie-stranger with anything softer than semi-polite suspicion — yourself included — but suddenly, he's turning up the charm, sidling up to the ladies to thank them for their performance.

the queens, of course, are immediately smitten. who's this handsome fucking dreamboat, and how’d he get those biceps, and does he want a selfie? rocket lets them coo over him with exaggerated, syrupy delight — not even snapping when one of them scritches his ears. he shrugs and juts his thumb at you and gives one of them your goddamn phone number, and they squish in for the aforementioned snapshot. he's got big ol' lipstick-prints in his fur already and when someone raises a paint-arched brow and comments suggestively on the many possible uses of his tail, rocket finally sinks into that familiar shit-eating smirk.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you see it. for a couple seconds there, you’d barely even recognized him.

the uber pulls up and the queens pout — how did the surly jackass who steals your pillow and eats all your lucky charms manage to dazzle them all in less than five minutes? — and when rocket gets in the vehicle, he immediately goes quiet in that way he does — suddenly pensive. thoughtful.

your phone buzzes. it's the selfie of him and the goddamn queens. you lean over and show it to him, and he nods, the corner of his mouth curving faintly. His tail flicks on the seat between you, and his ears twitch as he turns to look out the window.

thanks.

you startle when he speaks, despite the fact that you usually can't get him to shut up. but the quiet gratitude sits between you on the bench like a third passenger in the backseat of the car, studded with distant stars and the receding lights of the city.

no problem, you say slowly. i knew you'd like it — i just didn't know how much. you tilt your head. maybe trust me the next time i tell you i wanna take you somewhere.

he scoffs quietly, but the sound is only made of soft camaraderie and old habit. and then — slowly, like the words are hard to find between stoplights and midnight shadows — he adds, this was... special.

you can hear him swallow. his head is still turned to peer out his window, but you can see the ghost of his reflection in the glass: eyes red as lollipops and sour candy, sometimes turning flat-gold with the passing light. His eyelids flicker shut, then reopen.

some asshole once told me— he starts. stops. swallows again. clears his throat. some asshole once told me we all had this — this sacred fuckin' mission to — to take a cacophony of sounds and turn it into a song.

you can hear the words he's quoting, and his voice drips thick with disdain — and also maybe some uncertainty. some vulnerability. whoever it was who'd said this thing to him — it had cut deep, and put down venomous roots. but you don't respond. not yet. you've learned to wait in moments like this — to let the silence curl around you both, low and comforting as old quilts.

but this, he says finally, four blocks later. this was like... taking songs and turning them into a cacophony. but of — of good things. his brows crease in his reflection, and you an see his eyes flick back and forth, searching the darkness.

a cacophony of liberation, you suggest quietly. and of — joy, and reclamation, and — togetherness, i guess.

he lets out a breath so heavy that his shoulders drop when they're free of it. you stretch across the bench-seat, and you know he's watching your hand reach for him in the window's reflection — but he doesn't draw away from you, not even when you card your fingers through the soft fur at the base of his ears, tousling a soft cloud of pixie-dust sparkle into the air.

and of glitter, you add lightly. you hear the uber driver muffle a grunt of dismay.

but rocket just smirks out the window.

yeah, he says, and it takes a second for you to realize that even though he's agreeing with you, he's also confirming something he's been turning over in the privacy of his own head — all night, maybe. when he repeats himself under his breath, it sounds — it sounds like a soft new bandage, almost. like he’d gone to check on a wound he’d thought had turned to rot, only to learn the the scar’s looking clean and smooth and healthy, and healing up just right.

yeah. that fucker was frickin' wrong.

as per frickin' usual.

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[gay4harm]

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Paring: Shuri x Riri x Reader

Warning: None really except implied smut, makeout session, reader in a theater nerd, I think das it

A/N: Soo I know I'm supposed to be working on Who is she? but this was just stuck in my head and I had to get the idea out. This will have multiple parts to it. Lmk if you guys want more of it. (This is kinda proofread)

Shuri and Riri were known for being very competitive. They'd see who could finish certain projects first or silly things like seeing who could finish eating first, but most of all they loved seeing who could get the girl first.

Who could fuck her before the other but in the end it always ended with both of them fucking some random and them leaving right after.

This whole thing was Shuri's idea, after losing her family she had developed a few bad habits, she'd drink, party and sleep with women, the ones who would be willing to hookup with no strings attached.

Riri saw this and although she was a bit worried she knew Shuri was a big girl and even when Riri said anything shuri would just shut it down, so the only thing Riri could do was try and be there just in case something happened.

So this is how they got in this predicament, one of their friends telling them everythig he knew about you which was. "Yeah nah thats Y/N, she bad as hell ain't she?"

Riri and shuri nodded as they observed you with your tight black dress on, hair pulled back in a ponytail showing off your black smokey eye makeup and glossed, plump, dark red colored lips, shuri wandered what they would feel like wrapped around her strap and Riri noticed how familiar you looked, like she had met you from before.

Their friend spoke up again. "I tried to get with her last semester but she was playing all hard to get and shii"

"did you ever get with her?" Riri asked. "Nah she real stuck up, acting like she better than everyone."

That's just what Shuri wanted; someone she could breakdown, a real challenge.

"How much you want to bet I could hit that?" Riri looked at Shuri offended as she let a soft scoff fall from her lips. "Nigga you couldn't bag a bitch as bad as her"

"Oh you think I can't?"

"Nigga I know you can't"

"Oh well that sounds like a challenge, two weeks, who ever sleeps with her first wins. Deal?" Shuri stuck her hand out ready to make the deal as Riri hesitantly took Shuri's hand firmly and shook it. "Deal"

Just as Riri let go of shuri's hand she got up and walked over to you who was leaning on a kitchen counter with a cup in hand.

"Hey how you doing pretty?"

"Oh hi" Riri was surprised at your voice; small, southern with a bit of sultriness to it, she would have never expected you to sound as you did. Your resting bitch face gave off the impression that your voice would sound smokey, low and honestly she thought you would be a bit bitchy, as in you would try and dismiss her for coming up to you. She didn't expect you to sound sweet like honey or for when she came over your eyes lit up as if you had been waiting for this moment.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry I just- I didn't expect you to sound like that" You giggle slightly at her words before responding. "Its fine, you would be surprised at how much people say that"

"Uh, I'm Riri, it's nice to meet you" Riri stuck her hand out and you took it, a bit taken aback at how her hands had a slight roughness to them while yours were soft and well moisturized. "I know who you are Riri." Riri furrowed her eyebrows confused at how you knew her, maybe it was just from around school. You noticed her confusion and gave her the same look with your head tilted, did she really not remember you? "We live across from each other.... we're in the same study group" You could tell when the realization hit Riri, what looked like disappointment flashed across her face. "Shit I'm sorry, I knew you looked familiar, I just forgot where"

"Its fine, I've been told I have a very forgettable face." Riri didn't laugh at first and instead looked apologetic but you were just joking of course. You knew Riri had a busy life, not only did she barely come to the study group you guys were in, you two hadn't crossed paths that many time and if you did it was a quick glance and small smile that usually occurred, never going as far as talking.

"Its ok you can laugh, its supposed to be funny" Riri's face was wiped of any uncertainty and instead you two shared the same sheepish chuckle not being able to look each other in the eye.

Its not that it was awkward or anything

you didn't know what it was, well you knew what it was for you. You were a bit nervous, you've had the biggest crush on Riri and honestly you were horrible at flirting, especially when you were put on the spot like this. If it was someone else than you would have been a bit more confident but this was Riri. Someone you were completely head over for. The whole party scene wasn't something you were used to nor was the dress and makeup, it was all a product of your friend Kourtney who had basically dragged you here, at first you were a bit upset but now you were glad you came.

"So uh... you wanna dance?" You looked up from your cup a bit surprised at Riri's question but before you could answer she grabbed your hand and led you to the center of the room where other sweaty bodies were grinding on each other to fast pace songs, that was until a slower song began to play. (play the song bookie)

As the song started you look around to see people grinding on each other in sinful ways, slow dancing or for the people who didn't have anyone to dance with they sat and watch waiting for the next fast paced song to play. Riri began to slowly sway to the music as you stood awkwardly, her hand snaked around your waist pulling you close, you tensed up in response not used to something like this

Riri noticed how uncomfortable you seemed and leaned into your ear, her warm breath making you shiver. "I don't bite, you know" You lean in to hear her better. "I said I don't bite, not unless you want me to" You smile softly at her as she turns you so now your back is pressed against her front with your ass on her crotch.

Never been scared to get wet

No umbrella, you can rain all night

Ooh, woah, woah

And go 'head and drench me with your body

By the time you're finished, baby, I'll be Covered in you, ooh, yeah, yeah

Covered in you

Ooh, you know when we're through

'Cause I'll be covered in you

You begin to move slightly on Riri, unsure of what you were doing

This wasn't exactly your scene.

You were use to singing and dancing during rehearsals, in between work and classes not partying, it wasn't how you were. Being good looking attracted people but you never really gave them the time of day especially when you could tell they only wanted one thing. So you didn't know why you were here, grinding on Riri Williams to a Chris Brown song but you were and it was the best thing ever.

You began to move more fluently with Riri's hands on your hips guiding you.

You know I won't stop 'til I feel it overflowin'

Tell me, tell me, baby, would you mind

If I just jump right in and take the dive? ('Cause I)

Never been scared to get wet

No umbrella, you can rain all night

Ooh, woah, woah (Woah)

And go 'head and drench me with your body

By the time you're finished, baby, I'll be Covered in you, ooh, yeah, yeah

Covered in you

Ooh, you know when we're through

'Cause I'll be covered in you

I ain't runnin'

Keep it comin'

'Til I'm covered, baby

Covered in you

You know when we're through Until I'm covered in you

You had fully went loose, slowly grinding and swaying to the music with Riri behind you, kissing on your neck setting off a fire in you, her lips on you felt so good, so right, like they were made for you.

"You wanna go upstairs ma?" You thought about her question at first, not sure if you should go but then you thought about the way she felt and her lips and their softness, you thought about how much you liked having her hands on you and how you needed them everywhere.

So your reply was obvious as you turned to face her. "I would love to"

She takes your hand, moving through the sea of bodies, as you guys go up the stairs and in one of the unoccupied rooms she sits you down on the edge of the bed with her on the other side of you. No words are passed between the two of you until Riri speaks up. "You ok? You seem a little nervous." You look up at her knowing that she was right, you were nervous. Once again this wasn't something you were used to, you had only ever been with one other person and they were the reason why you were the way you were, shy and reserved, and to some people boring and stuck up.

"Yeah I'm cool just a little nervous"

"There ain't nothing to be nervous about, I'm not gonna hurt you, just wanna make you feel good." Riri grabs your chin making you look at her. She pulls you closer until your lips are just barely touching, not wanting to wait anymore you capture your lips on hers.

They were just as you expected, soft, supple and honestly to you it appeared that she might have more than enough experience with this.

At first it started off with sweet small pecks that turned into something heated, Riri let go enough to bit your bottom lip making your mouth go ajar, she took the opportunity to slid her tongue in your mouth.

She gets a hold of your jaw making you tilt your head up to deepen the kiss, the taste of her cherry lip balm swarmed in your mouth making its way into your mind savoring the flavor, her flavor, her scent, the way her hand traveled up and down your body until it stopped to take hold of your breast with one gentle squeeze.

She was so addicting, everything else was wiped from your mind except the feeling of Riri, you wondered if you went through her mind just as she did with yours.

So when Riri pulled away you were confused, that was until you realized someone had been knocking on the door. She yelled out hoping the mystery person would leave.

"Yo its occupied." She turned back to you to resume your little makeout session but before she could a few more knocks and a voice cut it off. "It me Riri, we gotta go, some business to take care of." Riri got up clearly annoyed, she swung the door open coming face to face with Shuri who had a sly smirk on her face.

"Can't you go handle it yourself, I'm kinda in the middle of something." They both look back at you as you spoke up. "No I mean it's fine, you should go take care of your business, I should get going anyway my friends probably wondering where I went."

You got up heading toward the door but just as your about to walk out Riri grabs your arm. "Before you go let me get cha number, you know so we can finish what we started." She pulls her phone out so you can put your number in and you take it ready to do so. After you left, pushing pass Shuri and into the crowd.

"What the fuck, why would you do that?"

Shuri looks at Riri amused

"Do what?"

You see Kourtney walking up to her, she looks relieved as she grabs you by your shoulders. "God where have you been? I've been looking all over for you." You didn't reply. What would you have said, 'I was upstairs with Riri Williams about to sleep with her until Shuri Udaka, the queen on wakanda decided to interrupt'

There was to much to explain and you were not in the right mind set to explain it. "Can we just go? I don't want to be here anymore" Kourtney looked confused as you pulled her towards the door. "But what-"

"I'll explain later" You both get in the car, driving off to your apartment.

You had lived in a apartment with two of your best friends, Gina and Kourtney. They were your best friends since high school along with Ashlyn of course. You all had decided to go to MIT together which was the best decision ever made. You were here with your three best friends and it made you feel at home, they were like your sisters.

As you got back to your shared apartment, there sat Gina and Ashlyn waiting on the both of you. "Hey, how was the party?" Gina asked from the couch. "Hey, yeah it was cool" You replied as you walked into your bedroom. "Um are we gonna forget about earlier? You forgot to tell me what happened" Kourtney shouted out.

"I didn't forget I'm just- you know... coming down from it"

"Wait coming back from what? What happened?" Ashlyn asked confused just as everyone else. You walk out, now in sweatpants and a tank top. As you do you blurt out. "I almost had sex with Riri Williams"

Everyone turns to stared at you, stunned by your words.

"You did what?"

"It just kind of happened, we didn't get that far"

"Well what stopped you?" Kourtney scooted closer to you, waiting for an answer. "Someone was knocking on the door and it turned out to be Shuri Udaka as in Wakandan royalty."

"Wait you said Shuri Udaka as in like the queen on Wakanda?" You shake your head at Gina's question. "Girl did you not know their dating?" Your eyes widen and your mouth parts to show your shock

"Are you serious!?" Many things were swarming through your head.

Why would Riri try and cheat on Shuri with you at the same party Shuri was at?

Why was Shuri so calm when Riri opens the door and why didn't she say anything?

Was she planning on getting back at both you and Riri later?

Or did she just not care?

Was this a part of some type of game or prank?

Did Riri actually like you?

"Look I doubt anything's going to happen, right?" You look up at Ashlyn as you could tell her voice was laced with false hope. You gave her a weak smile, got up, said your goodbyes and walked back to your room hoping to forget everything that happened.

You woke up, had forgotten about the events that occured last night. Instead you got out of bed, ate breakfast and just as you were about to get ready for the day someone knocked on the door.

Gina was the first to answer it while you began to pick out your outfit for the day.

You began to notice that you hadn't heard the door close but you had heard it open, so you walk out to see it anything had happened.

You had imagined that maybe it was the RA or an old friend so you walk out not expecting much.

But as to what was happening at the front door, it was actually something a lot different.

"Is Y/N here?"

"Um no... no she is not"

"Well do you know when she'll be home or at least where she'll be?"

Just as Gina was about to answer, you walked in

"Gigi who's at the door?" You stop in your tracks to see Shuri, sporting a black tracksuit with her signature black shades. You'd be lying if you said she didn't look good.

Both Gina and Shuri look at you and as they do the events of last night are flooded back in your mind.

"Y/N, do you mind if I talk to you?"

"Uhh yeah of course come in."

Shuri steps pass Gina as she closes the door. Gina walks back to her room hoping to forget all this happened.

As soon as she leaves you speak up. "Ok look if your here to like kill me or something then you should know I didn't even know you and Riri were in a relationship. If I did then I would have never-"

"You think I came here to hurt you for kissing my girlfriend?" Pure confusion was laced over Shuri's face. "Well I mean I would, or at least I'd be pretty upset, but you don't seem upset at all actually."

"Well that is because I'm not." Now instead of Shuri being confused you were.

"Ok so your not mad?"

"Not at all, in fact I'd love it if you were to join me at a party next week"

"Um I'm actually not very fond of parties"

"Well maybe we could grab a drink... at my place"

"You want to hang out at your place?" Shuri gives you a simple shake of her head. You think about it at first and there's only one clear answer.

"That sounds lovely Shuri but I'm gonna have to decline."

Shuri was filled with shock at your decline, this hadn't ever really happened before. Of course there were people who would say no for the fun of it but with you it seemed like you were completely uninterested.

"Ok well are you sure?"

"Positive, now if there isn't anything else you'd like to talk to me about then I suggest you leave."

You walk her out, closing the door as you head to get ready for your day.

While you put the final touches on your outfit and finish up your look, your phone goes off.

You look to see a unknown number but as you read the message you find out to see its Riri texting you a simple good morning text followed by 'how'd you sleep?'

You smile with the thought that Riri might have actually been thinking about you.

You text back with a good morning to start off, ending with 'I slept well, hbu?'

after that the two of you talked the whole day even when you two saw each other in a few classes. The day ended too soon and the only thing you could think about as you walked back to your dorm was how you couldn't wait to see her again.

The same thing went through Riri's head, she actually enjoyed talking to you. You weren't like the other brainless girls she normally spoke to.

She knew this would have to end soon but did it really?

A/N: She's finally done girly pop

It's actually crazy because I have so many other fics I need to finish and start but I had to feed the Shuriri x reader girlie cause I myself am one.

Anywayssss I hope you guys enjoyed this and please remember that I love when you guys tell me how you feel about it so please do.

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

MORE Johnny and Janae headcanons because the first set was me going "Oh, these characters are nice :)" but now it's me going "Ouhhh, these characters are going to be rotating in my brain for the next few months and I fully accept that"

Johnny

That headcanon of him dreaming about the Somerset fire is actually just me being way too obsessed with these guys. This couldn't have happened no matter how I explained it. The Somerset fire happened some time around 1950. The timeline was changed when BD was in his mid 40s (I think?) so that'd be like. 1980 at least. Johnny dreaming about the Somerset fire is literally impossible unless I did some more time fuckery than these guys already do on a regular basis

Tries to like his family's interests so that they'll love him more. He doesn't like soccer but he does it for his dad. He doesn't like the theater but he'd watch it for his mom. He doesn't really understand seismology but tries to for Janae. He knows Janae already loves him a lot, but he just does it out of habit

Social chameleon. Will literally change things about himself so that people will like him. These efforts fail a lot of the time, but in the rare case that he actually gets someone to notice and see him in a positive light, he will cling on to that person and never let them go

Because of the things mentioned above, Johnny tends to have identity crises. Yeah, you heard me. Plural. He's been doing all of this since he was 7. He knew from the get-go that he didn't fit in. And in his head, the best course of action was to try to blend in

Definitely likes art-- or, more specifically, painting. It's the one thing about himself that he's sure of. His father, though, doesn't approve of this and hid his art supplies in the basement, a place he knows Johnny is too scared to check

I don't know about other countries' classes but like. If they have TLE (Technology and Livelihood Education), methinks Johnny would like the subject a lot (home ec, entrepreneurship, agriculture, yadda yadda)

Sensitive to extreme temperatures. Trying to cook an egg? It feels like his skin is actually burning (it's not). The weather is chilly? He'll need to wear a lot of layers (physically refuses to function if it's cold)

Developed a lot of crushes when he was in middle school but only now realizes that they were just happy crushes

Frequent nightmares about death. They're not future dreams but he believes that they are. Very anxious to continue with his day because he might end up dropping dead later

His love language is quality time. Definitely some tonal whiplash but I thought I'd throw this out there

Janae

Very verbal. Will not hesitate to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. Like, they could just be talking about seismology to Johnny but then yell out "SEISMOGRAM" in the middle of it before going back to building the finalized version of it. This happens very often

Oh, you interupted their ramble? They completely forgot what they were talking about and is pissed because you disturbed them.. Though, you do have to find a way to make Janae stop eventually. Most effective method is to raise your hand. After a few seconds, they'll stop talking to let you talk

If you disturbed Janae, they will immediately not like you. I'm sorry but they don't make the rules. You're not a good person in their eyes anymore

Poor memory on things that should be important. They struggle with remembering dates, dues, assignments, paperwork and other stuff that is very important. They have too much going on in that mind of theirs to remember much. It will always end up pushed to the back of their brain

Struggles with prioritizing and time management. If the task seems easy enough, they'll procrastinate and do something that's more important to them. They'll eventually forget about it until it suddenly becomes important again. And they end up cramming to pass it on time so it's a bit sloppy but no one notices because it's still really good in comparison to the others passed. The only other person to be able to tell whether or not Janae actually spent time doing something is Johnny

Frequently forgets words. Like mentioned earlier, they have too much going on in their head to remember much. ("Johnny, what was that thing called? The thing that happens when a woman goes into labour?" "Huh?" "When she's like?? Pushing the baby out??" "I don't know??" "I swear we had a conversation about this before--")

You know how people say to look at the big picture and to stop focusing on the smaller details? Janae is the exact opposite of that but in a more literal sense. Let's say that they're looking for [brand] toothpaste but they can't find it despite checking the isle several times. They'll ask an employee about it and get directed to a part of the aisle that they passed by a couple dozen times

Talks to themself a lot. Like said in bullet one, they're very verbal. Literally has to chew on gum/the inside of their cheek to shut themself up

That headcanon of Janae tutoring students their age and higher definitely makes zero sense if I actually think about it. Same with my excuse of Martha and Jack just sending them back to 2nd grade. But erm, they still tutor because I said so. They tutor their students :))

Gets distracted easily. Like. Very easily. Surprisingly easy. Especially by shiny objects. (One student of theirs tried distracting them with a laser pointer. It worked. Three times)

[mash4077confessions]

Can you do ☾ ☠ ✿ ♦ headcanons for Sidney, please? Thank you!

Thank you for your request. Have some Sidney stuff :)

☾ - sleep headcanon

Sidney sleeps in a variety of positions, but always on the left side of the bed (his wife sleeps on the right).

He has a dream diary, where he documents some of the more interesting dreams he's had.

Because he's typically in Tokyo, he normally gets to sleep in an actual bed, as opposed to a miliary cot.

He has been closer to the front lines, in particular when he served during WWII, so he's used to sleeping uncomfortably when necessary.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Sidney doesn't get outrightly angry often, but of course it does happen, and despite his best efforts to maintain a dignified professionalism, he does still feel anger from time to time.

He's learned to cope with this tricky emotion by sometimes just as simply naming the feeling, or going for a long walk, or writing a letter.

In his youth, he internalized his anger, and it turned into depression.

✿ - Sex headcanon

I'm going to be very honest and say that I have never previously sat and thought about Sidney's sex life. We know he has one, as he does have a very young son.

Sidney's sex life has changed considerably over the years. In his youth he was angry and depressed, and sex was just another way to cope with feelings he didn't know how to express.

In many ways, he was very similar to Hawkeye.

Now that he's older, wiser, and married...he's not quite so wild anymore, and he remains loyal to his wife.

That said...

-Sidney is circumcised (as per Jewish tradition)

-He has had public sex and very much enjoyed it (in Central Park, in a parked car, and in a movie theater)

-He's an ass man :)

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Sidney has a bad habit of slouching. He's 5'11" but you might not know it. He tends to make himself smaller with his poor posture.

Sidney often talks to himself...like a lot. (It's actually a pretty good coping mechanism btw).

Most of his hobbies, he's unable to indulge in while stationed in Tokyo. There is no shortage of work to be done.

Sidney has a great love for photography. He's got a dark room set up back home in Brooklyn.

He enjoys reading (mostly nonfiction), playing poker, watching sports (as a man in Brooklyn who loves a good underdog, he roots for the Dodgers).

He also goes jogging and is on a bowling team.

Does smoking cigars count as a hobby? Because he does that too.

Sidney has a wide variety of interests.

[littlegodzilla]

Well... you know... I have this stupid habit or kink or whatever you want call this to write about character that anyone knows or anyone wants to write or read so... sorry (no, not really)

Here I come this time with a special guy... well all of them are really special but... well I'm here this time with Kirby, another Norman's character with a weird personality, awkward past and troubled present, he is from Cigarettes Burns film from 2006, I'm not going to write the whole plot just in case you want to see the movie, just little references.

Anyways, I hope you'll like it.

Enjoy!!

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Movies.

Kirby x Reader.

One shot.

Warnings: Fuff. Drugs mentions. Unresolved romantic tension.

Words: 6000.

Summary: Kirby is a lost guy and you just want to help him.

N/A: thanks @normanthatisall for helping me with the gifs.

Taglist: @green-eyedladywrites @minervadashwood @livingdeadblondequeen

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"You can't keep coming over." You tell him looking around nervously.

"I'm sorry..." The young blond whispers, his gaze glued to his feet.

You can't blame him, especially since you were the first one to start this.

Flash back

Kirby always sat outside your family's movie theater, though you didn't know his name at the time, huddled on the sidewalk, displaying an old carton asking for money to leave so he could eat. Not many people paid attention and most of the time, Kirby left there with nothing. Other times, it was your own father who dragged him out of there in a bad way. He didn't want him to stay there asking for money, he gave a bad image to the cinema, to the family business, he always told you or Timpson to throw him out as soon as you saw him. But you didn't have the courage to do that.

He wasn't much older than you, that he was begging on the street shocked and saddened you, you were sure there was some explanation, but for someone so young not to have a job, was something you couldn't understand.

Your father wasn't always at the movies, since you took over the family business he spent more time away, which didn't mean that sometimes he wasn't there to tell you how you should do a job you knew since you were a baby, you took advantage of those days when it was just Tim and you to watch the young man on the street, with that old sweater, gnawed by the years, torn and frayed jeans and battered sneakers.

"Here." You said to him one day, taking a hot dog from inside the movie theater.

He raised his head and you were transfixed by the intensity of the blue in his eyes. He looked nervous and hesitant, but he reached up and took the food you offered him.

"Thank you..." He whispered with a thread of a voice.

"Nothing..." Was all you were able to say and you went back inside the movie theater feeling strange.

"Your dad is going to kill you if he finds out you did that." Tim said to you and you shot him a hard look.

"You're not going to tell him anything, and let's get to work." You ordered him with a stern tone and the man didn't insist.

After that day, when your father wasn't around, you repeated the same action, whenever you saw that no one was paying attention to him, you left the cinema with some food for him, it wasn't much, but you were happy to know that at least, his stomach would be full for a few hours.

That day the city woke up with the sky covered with black clouds, thunder and lightning could be seen in the distance and the wind began to pick up intensity. People were running back and forth in the streets, fighting against the rain that began to fall, trying to protect themselves with their umbrellas. You looked outside to find Kirby still standing in the same spot as always, it's the same corner, cowering in on himself, getting soaked. You hesitated for a few seconds before coming to his aid, you placed your umbrella over his head, startling him, his gaze locked on you like that other time and you swallowed hard.

"It's starting to rain and it's going to get worse soon... Don't you have anywhere else to go?" You asked him with some anguish.

"I'm sorry..." He said like last time. You saw that he made a point of grabbing his things and leaving, but you weren't sure if he had answered your question.

"I-if you have nowhere to go, then come inside..." You invited him. "At least you won't get wet, I wouldn't want you to catch pneumonia..." You kept talking smiling nervously, but sweetly. He stared at you.

"I can't afford the entrance fee..."

Well, you had to admit he had a nice voice, kind of raspy and muffled, but you were sure it was because he wasn't using it much lately, or he was sleeping somewhere he wasn't really resting. He scratched his neck, nervously, looking at his feet, the time he looked at you, it wasn't too long, it was never too long. You smiled sadly and shrugged.

"It's okay, you can stay in the hall, it's warmer than out here anyway."

"I can't afford the food the other day either..."

"That's not why I did it..." You defended yourself feeling your heart break a little at the weakness in her voice. "Come on in, or we'll both end up getting sick in the end." You proposed again and were walking into the movie theater shortly after.

You saw him hesitate, lingering at the door, thinking about what he should do, but finally he entered the hall walking slowly, looking around, still lost because he didn't know why you were helping him. Neither did you, to be honest.

"You can sit there." You pointed to some armchairs that people were using to wait for the movie session to start. "Are you hungry?" You wanted to know, but he shook his head.

"I'm fine..." He mumbled sitting down in one of the armchairs.

"Well..." You introduced yourself by stretching out your hand towards him.

"Kirby." He replied squeezing your fingers gently then letting go of your hand and continuing to sit there.

You walked away to get on with your work, despite the rain, you had several sessions planned that afternoon-evening and people had already bought their tickets so you had to get everything ready for when they arrived. Timpson shook his head as he saw Kirby in one of the armchairs.

"You're going to get us in trouble." He said to you.

"You don't know that." You looked at him defiantly. "If you don't tell him anything..."

"Your father's smarter than that, and you know it." He growled. "If he kicks us out..."

"That's not going to happen, Tim, calm down." You shook your head. "Go on, go set up the projectors, people won't be long in coming."

The man seemed to hesitate, but finally and mumbling, he walked away going up to the second floor of the building where the rooms with the various projectors that go directly with the movie theaters are located. Kirby watched you out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry..." He said once again, it must have been the only thing he knew how to say.

"Don't worry, Tim loves this job, he's a cinephile."

"I see... you guys have some good stuff here..." He muttered scratching his neck. "Not just commercial stuff, also stuff people don't usually know about." His words surprised you.

"Do you even know about movies?" You asked him and he shrugged.

He started talking, every new piece of information he gave you, the more you were surprised, having you leaning against the counter, looking in his direction smiling with curiosity and surprise. Even Tim who passed by stayed to listen to what the young man had to say, filled with curiosity and new references.

Nevertheless you trusted him too quickly, and when you returned from a final session, you found the cash register open and Kirby had disappeared.

Your heart fluttered and broke a little.

He never showed up at the theater door again.

End Flash Back

At least not until now. You didn't report the theft, you didn't let your father know what happened either, you covered the cash mismatch in the day's bills as best you could, you pocketed it out of your own pocket, and you even avoided giving that information to Tim so he wouldn't get mad at you. But after several weeks, Kirby is back in front of you, again he looks lost, your heart flutters once more.

"If he wasn't cute, you wouldn't even bother to help him." Tim's voice comes into your head.

That's not true, you may have been captivated by Kirby's eyes when you offered him some food the first time, but you would have done it for anyone, you were just trying to be nice to someone you thought was close to your age and you couldn't figure out why he was on the street.

Or at least that's what you'd like to think.

"You stole from me." You tell him looking at him with a frown. "I wanted to help you and when I got away, you..."

"I know..." He agrees nodding his head.

"You could have asked me for it, I would have lent it to you if you had."

"I couldn't help it, I... I have a problem..." He hones in on you and you see him roll up the sleeve of his sweater revealing the marks on his arm. "I need help..."

You didn't expect that, but it also makes sense, an addiction problem kept him on the street, unable to get a job, devoured by his need, begging for another fix. What can you do? You don't know how to help him, you've never had a problem like that near you, the easiest thing would be to help him get into a clinic, get him rehabilitated, but you doubt he has the money to afford it. You sigh rubbing your arms, people start to arrive, you have to get to work, you can't talk about this now with him.

"Come in." You ask pointing to the door of the counter. "Go to the bathroom first, wash up a bit and come with me." You explain. "Help me and then we'll talk about this." You look at him and he seems hesitant, but then nods.

His image is not the most presentable or appropriate, but he learns quickly, you ask him to prepare the popcorn bags, the soft drinks and you hand him the tickets to the people along with the food. At no time do you let him near the machine and he keeps his distance too. You don't talk, the line is long and you concentrate on work, even Tim looks surprised when he sees the two of you behind the counter.

"I'm not clear what I want to see." You overhear a group waiting their turn in line. "Nothing looks interesting."

"I don't know either, I've been looking at the Runaways movie reviews but I don't know..." Comments another one of them.

"Runaways is a pretty interesting movie." Slips Kirby, the group looks at him curiously, even you pay attention to him without stopping working. "It's independent cinema, from a small European production company, people usually underestimate those kinds of films because of their precarious budgets, but I'm sure if you give it a chance, you'll like it." He insists, they look at each other.

"And if not?" They look at him defiantly.

"If not, you'll get your money back." He says sincerely. "You have my word."

You want to protest, he's no one to promise something like that, but he's managed to get a group of ten people to buy tickets for that movie, even some in the queue have decided to try his proposal. You look at him again when the queue is over, he smiles a little, still keeping his distance from you. You fold your arms shaking your head.

"You can't do that, what if they want their money back?"

"I'll pay you back if that happens." He assures you, but you doubt he can do that. You sigh rubbing your forehead.

"Kirby..."

"Trust me." He asks you and you're about to laugh, but something in his gaze makes you hold back.

"Okay." You shrug.

None of you say anything, you remain silent for a few minutes until another group comes in ready to arrive on time for the session that has not yet started. You and Kirby bump into each other a couple of times because you're not used to using the same small space, but again you're left alone.

"Do you really think people will like the movie?" You look at him curiously, he nods.

"It's different, but I think people will like it for that very reason."

"You've never done this before?" you ask again curiously. "Maybe do newspaper columns on film, or work in a movie theater as such."

"Never." He denies. "I've never been very clear about the life I wanted so... I've been wandering from place to place." He confesses to you and that doesn't make you feel any better.

"I see... you said you're looking for help..." he nods. "I don't understand those things, I've always been a bit stupid and clumsy for that." You say sincerely and see him smile shyly. "I can't afford to pay you for treatment either, no offense but I don't trust you to keep it even if you give me your word..."

"I know, I just... I don't know, I was looking for a safe place..." He doesn't know how to explain. "You were kind to me and I still acted like I always do, but it was the first time I had regrets about it... that's why I wanted to come back..."

"It's okay, I understand that it might be hard for you... the only thing I can offer you is to work for me." You tell him looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Work here?" he is surprised at your proposal.

"With me, like we did today or with Tim in the projection room, he can teach you how to change the reels and use the different projectors." You comment to him and you see his gaze take on a different glow, he looks excited. "I will pay for your clothes, understands that it is not necessary to dress up, but it is necessary to have a certain image in front of the public." You explain and he nods. "There is only one rule, I will send you for a medical check-up every week, I will make sure you don't come to work stoned, if one day it happens... you will be fired." You make it clear to him, maybe it's an aggressive and forceful measure, you're not even sure if that could help with his problem, but it's the only thing you can think of.

"It's going to be hard the first few days..." He whispers looking down at his already shaking hands.

"I'm going to help you in any way I can, but it's the only thing I can offer you." You tell him holding his hands, he looks at you, but nods his head.

"Thank you."

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Without a doubt, the early days were not easy, for him or for anyone else. Kirby struggled with himself as he tried to stay sane and composed at work, you protected him from his fears and paranoia that were products of his dependency, even Tim got involved. Your father couldn't believe that you had hired someone else to help you, he thought he knew him, his face was familiar, but none of you gave him a clue as to who Kirby really was. The days went by and his anxiety and dependency lessened, from time to time he still had the occasional sporadic episode that caused him to lose control, but no longer.

A couple of years had passed since then and Kirby felt different, he knows that he will never be completely cured, that it is a disease that will always accompany him, but now he can afford a therapy at least once a week that has him more stabilized.

On the other hand, at work he has gained several admirers, everyone left the movie "Runaways" happy and somewhat excited and thanked him for the recommendation, even earning your surprise. After that, people who repeated, asked him for advice on some movies. He would spend hours talking to Tim about cult films, classic cinema and independent films that very few people knew about, you were amazed at the amount of knowledge he had about them and hurt that he had had such a hard life. You just hoped that from now on, he would have a better life.

"Good morning, guys." You greet them that morning when you arrive at the door and they are already waiting for you.

Tim and Kirby share a grunt in response, you can't help but laugh, neither of them are particularly early risers, even though you get new material to screen today, neither of them are particularly excited about it.

"Typical." Tim mumbled when you told him what you were bringing new.

"Too commercial." Kirby seconded, the two men looked at each other and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh for God's sake, get married already." You snorted walking out of the screening room, hearing them laugh behind your back.

"Someday you should let us pick the movies." Kirby says to you as you enter the cinema and helps you open the doors and windows, setting everything up.

"I don't want to turn my movie theater into a porno theater." You joke and bite back a laugh as you hear an offended gasp from both men.

"You'd be surprised how much interesting material is in some of those movies." The blue-eyed one comments.

"Oh yes, I'm sure it is."

"Seriously, maybe it's just not well focused and the actors are not very..."

"Professional?" Helps Tim.

"Yeah, but there are some very good stories taking away all the... sexual stuff."

"Are you serious?" You look at him raising an eyebrow.

"Have you never seen a porn movie before?" he answers you with another question, your cheeks turning bright red as you feel the gaze of both men on you.

"Of course I have." You defend yourself. "And knock it off, let's get to work, we have to check the reels, eliminate the glitches, prepare the projectors..." You list their tasks as you walk towards your office.

"How can she own a movie theater and have so little idea?" Kirby says making Tim laugh.

"I can still hear you!" you shout offended from your office, but you only get them laughing again.

The rest of the morning is spent by the three of you immersed in your own tasks. Even though it's material that neither of the two men particularly like, they end up finding it interesting, there are a few glitches and typos in the projection that need to be removed, Kirby and Tim love that part, collecting little failed frames of films that may someday be great stories or little cult pieces for a few appreciative people. They cut the reel, reassemble it and put it on the reel one more time to make sure that when it comes time to play everything goes correctly. Kirby saves that little piece on a slide plate to leave in storage with the others.

"When are you going to tell her?" Tim suddenly asks him.

"Tell what? Who?" he looks at him in confusion.

"You know what and who I mean." He raises both eyebrows and Kirby shifts nervously, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet, it's complicated..."

"Complicated? Man, she'll understand you, she's always looked out for you, from day one. You're the luckiest bastard I've ever met."

"For that very reason, I don't want her to think I'm taking advantage of her kindness, I don't want her to think I'm truncating her work... she has enough on her father's back every day wanting to know what she does or doesn't do."

"Man...you're really crazy for her." Timpson comments and laughs loudly as he sees Kirby blush.

"I don't...she just..." He looks around fearing you might be around to hear him, when he makes sure you're not, he speaks again. "That's exactly why I can't tell her." He whispers still fearing you're around. "She's going to think I'm a fucking weirdo."

"Doesn't she already?"

"All the more reason then to be quiet."

"Whatever you say, but you've been like this for two years, I think you should start thinking things through, Kirby." He tells him tapping him on the shoulder and leaves the room to go set up the projector for the next one.

The day goes well, the afternoon and evening fills up with people ready to enjoy some time away from their day to day lives with a good movie, Kirby helps Tim get everything ready, then goes down to the hall to help you with ticket sales and refreshments from the people, some greet him as if they were lifelong friends, the small group of fans are there too, ready to be advised by him. This time his opinion is vague, after all it's not something he particularly likes, but he knows that the job needs people to go and see the films, so he makes an effort to recommend the one he thinks is most interesting, he promises them nothing but insists they go in and try to enjoy it anyway. To his surprise, he wins his own bet again.

"That's because they're in love with you and whatever you tell them, they're going to love it." You joke as you lock up and go back to the box to tally up.

"You smell that?" he says sniffing around you and you freak out. "Don't you smell the envy?"

"Idiot." You laugh punching him in the arm to push him away from you.

Kirby laughs too, turns off the popcorn machine, letting it cool down for later cleaning, picks up the hall and the hot dog machine a bit. He moves around you, back and forth, but without getting in your way, you already know each other and you know how to respect each other's space. A small smile creeps across your mouth without realizing it. You can't help it, in the time that he has been changing, you have become aware of your own feelings, the affection and concern that he is well, have turned into affection and love. Your heart leaps every time you see him, hear his voice or he is near. You don't know how he has managed it, but it always gives you goose bumps. You try to hide it as best you can, he has never shown interest towards you, of any kind, you get along well, you think you can say you are friends, but you think that above all for Kirby you are his boss. You can't help but let out a resigned sigh as you write down in your ledger what you earned that day and close the box.

"What, it went that bad?" he asks you when he hears you sigh.

"N-No." You deny and let out a chuckle. "Sorry, I was thinking about something else. It's been a great day." You smile again and he nods.

"By the way, I still don't have the appointment for next week..." He reminds you and you look thoughtful for a second.

Oh. His weekly checkup.

"No, I didn't ask you for an appointment." You shake your head putting your money in your purse.

"Why not?" he looks at you in surprise.

"Well, it's been two years since you started working, you haven't missed a single day and all your checkups have been clean, plus you go to therapy on your own once a week." You review aloud. "I think that's good enough for me." You smile again.

Kirby watches you intently, purses his lips into a line. You trust him, he can't tell you, he knows if he does, he'll lose everything you've built.

"Thank you..." He whispers.

"Well, it's time to go home then." You gather everything up and grab your keys.

"Yeah, I'm going to check that everything is locked up and I'll be right out." He tells you stepping out from the counter behind you.

"Okay, will you lock up the front door?" you ask him and he nods.

"Don't worry, take a rest." He says goodbye to you.

"Rest up, Kirby." You reply and walk out of the theater hearing him close the doors behind you.

Again you have that smile on your mouth that you don't know how to hide. Alone, you can allow yourself to fantasize about your own feelings, absorb those moments and imagine what could happen if only you had the courage to confess. Your cheeks burn and you laugh again as you let your mind wander. In your mind you remember every move Kirby has made throughout the day, put like that it sounds creepy, but he is a tremendously expressive man with his body, the movement of his hands, his eyebrows, even how his pupils dilate when he is excited or bored, his whole body twitches with every word that comes out of his mouth, and you have learned to pick up on every new gesture he makes.

"You're obsessed..." You scold yourself by glancing in the car mirror before you start up. You gesture to leave your purse on the seat when you realize you don't have it with you. You've grabbed your keys, but the purse you've left on your counter. "Shit." You protest getting out of the car to go back to the cinema.

When you get there you turn off the alarm with the button on your keys, it doesn't beep, which means it's not on. You frown, it's not normal, it's always on, you do it when you leave and Kirby was the last to leave. You doubt that the blond has forgotten to activate it. You try not to give it importance, if it was an oversight you will tell him tomorrow as an anecdote, you don't want to scold him for something that happened once. You open and close the door behind you, the corridors of the building are dark, a sign that no one is there anymore, the smell of popcorn and hot dogs still rock the place, you smile walking quickly to the counter and there is your bag. You sigh with relief, your heart shrinks for a second and you unconsciously check its contents. Everything is intact and you feel stupid for what you just did.

"You're a suspicious fool ." You reproach yourself.

You put your bag on your shoulder ready to leave when you hear noise along the corridor. You stand still, almost holding your breath, again you hear something down the hallway leading to the basement of the movie theater, there is just a bunch of old boxes piled up there, Kirby and Tim's little haven where they keep their collection and old reels that they sometimes see when no one else goes to the movies or it's an inventory day and the doors are closed to the public. Maybe it's some animal in the alley next door and the sound bounces around inside the building.

You remember then that the door was unalarmed and that puts you on alert. What if someone has broken in? Why? And why in the basement? There is nothing there, maybe the thieves don't know and that's why they have gone there, maybe they are looking for something valuable besides money. With your legs shaking and your heart racing, you look around for some weapon to defend yourself with, clutching your purse against you, you grab the stapler on the counter and walk slowly down the hallway ready to surprise whoever has gone in there.

"Holly shit!" you two shout at the same time. "You scared the fuck out of me!" You hear his male voice.

"Kirby?" You turn on the hallway light discovering the man in front of you, armed with an old reel in his hands, he's wearing a somewhat leaky short sleeved t-shirt, his boxers and socks.

Wait... His boxers?

You look back at the man discovering his semi nudity and cover your face with both hands turning around, he also seems to realize his situation and uses the coil to cover his crotch.

"Wh-what are you doing...?" You start to ask. "No, I don't want to know, God if you use that basement to bring you some friend, I don't want to know." You instantly refuse.

"What? No! It's not that!" He corrects you right away. "Shit, I didn't want you to find out like this..."

"Find out?" You dare to look at him finally.

Kirby looks at you regretfully, you're not sure what you have to forgive him for, but he wanders off down the hallway and you quickly follow him. When you reach the basement, you discover his secret.

"God, Kirby..." You gasp. The room is exactly that, a room, the bookshelves are tidy and full of old papers and movies, the desk that was there is gone, there is a small blow-up bed in the middle, a small table with the remains of a hot dog, hence why you still smell the hall as such, a soda, and the blond's clothes on a chair as a hanger. "Are-are you living here?" you deduce, looking at him incredulously.

"Yes... please don't be angry, I know it's crazy, but I swear I haven't touched anything."

"But... in the morning you're always out waiting..." You try to understand, ignoring his comment, he lowers his head.

"I always get up earlier, I go to Timpson's house to take a shower and we come to work together..."

"And-And why don't you live with him?" Maybe it's a stupid question, but they're friends at the end.

"Because he's a weird as fuck guy, have you seen his house?" He snorts and you can't help but laugh.

"You could have asked me for help, I would have helped you look for an apartment or decorate this a bit or... I don't know, you could have come to my place for a few days until you found something..." You mumble that last feeling your cheeks burn.

"I didn't..." He chews his lip several times. "You've done enough for me, I didn't want to cause you any more trouble."

"No, you preferred to scare me to death." You joke giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder.

"Me? Who was sneaking around in the dark?"

"I thought someone had come in, I was being sneaky!"

"Stealthy, my balls, you could hear yourself breathing in the distance." He jokes and you laugh.

"Shut up." But you can't control a giggle. "Anyway, you could have told me, I would have understood." You shrug. "But now that I know I can't let you stay, it's damp in here, it's cold, that mattress is deflating and your clothes are begging for a washing machine." You explain. "Get your things, you're coming with me."

"What, no need, really, it's not that cold, the mattress is fine..."

"Kirby, I'm your boss, get your stuff and come with me." You speak a little more authoritative, but smile. "I'll wait for you in the hall."

"Okay..."

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The silence takes over the car on the way to your house, Kirby is nervous, he doesn't know where to look, you are trembling, your heart is beating very fast and you are afraid that he might hear it. You park in front of your house, you both get out of the car and open the front door for him, letting him go in first.

"Why don't you use the money from work to look for an apartment?" you dare to ask as you lock up behind you and point to your living room.

"I tried, but no one wants to rent something to someone with such a short term contract and with my past, let alone grant a bank loan." He explains to you, his eyes riveted on a cat that has been disturbed from its sleep, but he doesn't move from the couch.

"Oh... Why are you telling them that?"

"It's part of my rehab, I have to say..." He shrugs and brings his hand up to your cat's nose.

"I see... you can stay here as long as you need, the house is big enough for all of us." You shrug watching him scratch your cat's chin, who purrs at the attentions. "Leave me those clothes, I'll wash them so you can put them on tomorrow and I'll show you the room." You propose going to the kitchen to put the washing machine on.

Kirby follows you looking at your whole house with curiosity, it is quite spacious, two floors, with large living room and kitchen, a backyard, he didn't expect you to live in an apartment of twenty square meters, but he has to admit he is surprised. For a second he wonders if you won't feel lonely living in such a big place.

"Thank you." He tells you, leaving his clothes for you to wash. "I'm not going to be able to pay back everything you're doing for me."

"You don't have to pay me back, Kirby, we're friends." You shrug and smile.

He watches you leave the kitchen, motioning for you to follow him, you go talking about something, possibly explaining where things are, his room, the bathroom, but he doesn't pay attention, his mind immersed in you.

You are friends.

You are, Kirby appreciates your friendship, that you care for him, the second chance you've given him despite everything, but it's not enough, what he feels for you is bigger than just friendship and now it's tearing him up inside, he wonders what it would be like to be able to tell you how he really feels, to touch you and kiss you, he wonders why he's not able to say it quietly. To Tim it's always been a no-brainer, but you two have never said anything.

"This is your room." You say turning on the light in one of the spare rooms. "It has a toilet with a shower, so you can use it whenever you want. I'll get some sheets and we'll make up the bed in a moment." You tell him ready to get out of there again.

"Wait." He grabs your wrist, you stand in your path, watching him intently, feeling your pulse quicken again.

"Kirby?" You look at him dubiously, he moves a little closer to you, his fingers tangling in your hair as they tuck it behind your ear.

"We're friends..." He repeats your words, you nod, he moves a little closer. "I know it's going to change things, but I need to tell you..." His fingers still tangled in your hair grip the back of your neck, your body is trapped between his and the wall, you stop breathing the second you feel his nose brush against your cheek. "I like you..." He whispers and his lips brush yours leaving a kiss so faint it makes you tremble.

Your knees falter, his hand closes firmly on the back of your neck and his mouth catches your lips, you close your eyes and groan in your head, feeling your eyes roll under your eyelids.

"Hey... are you there?" his voice brings you back to reality, Kirby is still holding your wrist, but he hasn't moved an inch, your mind has imagined it all.

"I-I'm sorry, what were you saying?" you stammer as you come out of your stupor.

"That you don't need to make my bed, tell me where the sheets are and I'll take care of it." He assures you and then releases you.

You have to admit that the reality is much more disappointing than you expected. You sigh and smile nodding your head, you feel your heart tremble and your eyes water.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be right back." You whisper with a thread of a voice. In the middle of the hallway, in the closet, you pull out a clean set of sheets and also towels in case he wants to take a shower. "Here." You offer. "Do you want some dinner?"

"No, I already had dinner at the theather" He confesses and you smile.

"Good night, Kirby."

"Good night." He says goodbye and you close the bedroom door to give him privacy.

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You can't sleep, so you sit in one of the chairs in your kitchen, contemplating your washing machine program that is about to finish. You remembered when you were tucked up in bed that you had left it running, and taking advantage of your insomnia you come downstairs to take care of it.

You sigh, resting a hand on your cheek. Why do you feel so down? What did you expect to happen? Your mind has played a trick on you and you almost caused an awkward situation, you're glad you didn't say anything stupid or let any inappropriate moans slip out. You rub your forehead as the washing machine beeps ending the program.

"Are you still awake?" Kirby's voice behind you startles you, jumping up and you turn to look at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"Yeah, no... I'm not used to someone else being home, sorry." You shake your head and put his clothes in the dryer. "I'm getting your clothes ready for tomorrow."

Kirby nods but doesn't move from the door frame, watching you silently, you're wearing your hair in a tousled ponytail, your summer pajamas, a tank top and shorts, Kirby is sure he's never seen so much skin uncovered and his hands want to touch. He turns away from the door and walks towards you, you look tired, worried about something and even sad, that worries him, he doesn't want to see you mortified. His hand comes to rest on your neck without permission, you tense but his fingers begin to massage the base of your neck.

"What are you doing?" You ask him in surprise.

"You're tense and weird." He tells you truthfully. "Is something bothering you, do you want to talk about it?" He offers and you tremble under his hands.

"It's nothing, just..." You sigh trying to think of what you want to say. "I think I'm getting my hopes up for something that doesn't exist." You shrug.

"Getting your hopes up? Is there a problem with the cinema?" he asks you worriedly.

"No, no, it's nothing like that."

"Oh." He goes quiet suddenly wanting to understand what's wrong with you. "Have you met someone?" you tense up and his hands stop at your neck. "If I'm making you uncomfortable..."

"No, Kirby, not at all..." You get up from your chair to look at him. "Yes, I've met someone, but I know there's nothing to do..."

"Why?" he looks at you in surprise.

"Because you don't even listen to me..." You confess to him looking at your hands.

"Then he's an idiot because... wait, me?" he falls silent realizing what you've said.

You nod your head, you look at him sideways feeling your cheeks are burning, Kirby looks nervous too, he moves a little closer to you and his knuckles caress your cheek.

"That I don't even pay attention to you? Then it's just that you don't pay much attention to me." He jokes. "I'm after you all day long, keeping an eye on you." He laughs softly and brushes his forehead against yours.

"Then neither of us are very smart." You laugh too, letting yourself be touched by his hands, caress his wrist and kiss the palm of his hand.

"Can I do something I've been wanting to do for a long time?" he asks you and you swallow.

"Make it for real this time..." You whisper.

"What?" he asks amused.

"It's just... it's not the first time I've imagined this situation..." You admit and he chuckles.

"Kinky." He jokes.

You can't respond, he leans towards you and kisses you, this time it's a real kiss, his lips against yours, you sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, responding to his kiss, feeling your heart racing, happy that this is finally happening.

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The End

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Hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!

[shelikesrainydays]

// August 7th, 2024

Welp, there goes July. It's interesting to see how actually setting a time to do things and monitor the progress somehow (in my case, with Forest) my study habit improved monstrously. Instead of doing it sporadically (particularly, those days in which I feel extremely anxious about my career) I try to sit down everyday and do something. The "2 minutes rule" that James Clear mentioned in Atomic Habits in my case is the 25 minutes of a single study session. Weirdly enough, I found myself wanting to keep going on for two or three sessions more. I'm not kidding when I say that this has been a life changer for me: I don't dread studying anymore. Sure, there are days where I don't fancy the idea of coming back from work and keep my mind busy for 2 extra hours, but it's not the majority of days, and that's what is surprising me. Like... guys, these are 18 solid hours of focused time🤯 And do you know what is the best part? I find myself being able to focus better on other things as well. I still have a lot of room for improvement, but comparing this to my past self, it certainly is a HUGE change. I'm excited to see how this will keep evolving 🙌 On another note, since I haven't been able to keep this blog active during these past few weeks (apart from the occasional reblog):

✦ I started watching How I met your Mother with bf (he says that knowing me, he's absolutely sure I'm gonna love it). Yeah, I'm not very good at keeping up with series, specially those that have more than 3 seasons; so it won't surprise me if anyone who reads this thinks "Girl, how's it even possible you haven't watched it?!". Sorry not sorry, I spend my little free time daydreaming about stuff okay? ✦ We also watched the whole season 6 of Mystery of Aaravos, a.k.a as The Dragon Prince. My GOD, sh*t just started getting real. We even set the time to make Hamantaschen, those Jewish jelly pastries in a shape of a triangle! Even though they looked hideous they were surprisingly tasty 😋⭐

✦ I bought myself a new Kindle! My previous one was okay, but I thought it was time for an update and I took it as a treat for being able to focus better on my studies. I ordered a few stickers as well, I will decorate it as soon as they arrive. ✦ We also got tickets for a symphony concert at one of our local theaters today, to listen to Harry Potter, Jurassic Park, Star Wars and other iconic movie pieces 🎻. It's my first time attending to this kind of events so I'm pretty excited about it as well! I've always wanted to go to a Hans Zimmer concert, but I think this will have to suffice for the time being. I'm sure it will be great anyways. ✦ I'm a little stuck with my japanese. Even when I still do my Doulingo sessions, I feel like I need to start practicing more my kanjis. And I reached the point where not knowing katakana has become an obstacle. So yeah, if I want to keep at it, I need to stop ignoring the writing practice. It's just, so hard keeping with everything up. And the new kanjis keep accumulating... 🫠

Phew, that was a lot to write! But I'm not sure when I'll have the time to do this again so I wanted to create a meaningful post.

Cambio y fuera.