#i've been having Thoughts as the time cones around again and man

[fromthemouthofkings]

did anyone else experience holy week/easter as one long guilt trip, or was that just my home church

[gortash-did-nothing-wrong]

Enver Gortash Musings 11

Warnings: Mentions of virginity, mentions of wedding night sex, sexist ideas about virginity (not from Enver though he couldn't care less)

Minors do not read!!!

The second outing Enver took you to was at his own estate. Smaller than your parent's, but big enough to suit a minor Lord. Then again, if rumors were to be believed Enver would be much more than a lord soon. Typically, having an outing at the man's estate was improper, but the rules were changed due to it being arranged. Enver had already paid a bride price for your hand. The property outside of Baldur's Gate that was your dowry was already being sighed over to him soon. The farm, the mill, and the country estate your family used for vacations during the summer. All of them would soon belong to Enver, to one day pass down to your children. Ugh. You could barely wrap your head around it.

Enver gave you a tour around his estate as your parents stayed in the parlour. "I'm surprised you got the to agree to let us be so... Alone." You admit.

Enver chuckled, repositioning his cane a bit as you walked through the back door of his home out into his outdoor entertaining space. Or, at least it was intended to be an entertaining space. Stone flooring that was once solid and polished, intended to be a dining area beneath the woven overhang, had been ripped into with pickaxes so a forge could be installed. Three different anvils littered the area around it, along with racks upon racks of blacksmithing equipment.

"Noble parents safeguard their daughters chastity like hawks so that they can marry her off. Noblemen are quite odd about insisting their wife be a virgin. I never saw the appeal." Enver dismissed. "I've already agreed to marry you, the paperwork is complete, and I don't care if you've ever laid with another man or woman. It doesn't matter to me."

You felt your face grow hot, both due to his blunt words and the heat from the forge. "Regardless of your preference, I have my maidenhead, and I plan on having it at my wedding."

Enver chuckles, leading you to the forge and putting on a pair of thick leather gloves. "Whatever you prefer."

He grabs a pair of metal tongs, thrusting them into the fires of the forge and pulling out a cup of molten metal. "Grab that mold, and put it on top of the flat part of the largest anvil."

You panic, having never done any blacksmithing work in your life. You don't know what the mold is, but you grab what he was pointing to and put it on the biggest anvil you see.

You step back, watching him pour the molten metal into the opening of the mold, his hands steady as the metal comes out in a bright red and white stream. Soon the mold is filled, and he drops the stone cup into a bucket of sand, tossing the tongs back onto the rack. He grabs the mold, tearing it in half and brushing the sand inside of it away to reveal a smoking ingot of gold.

"What are you making?" You ask, curious. You knew Enver was an artificer, but hadn't seen any of his creations yet.

"Your wedding ring." He answers, taking the ingot and setting it on the anvil. He grabs a hammer, taking it and tapping the ingot a few times. The metal is still soft with heat, easy to vend to his will.

Of all the things you had expected, that wasn't one. "You- oh. I-I didn't know you made jewelry."

"I make plenty of things." He said dismissively, cutting into the ingot to get a piece of appropriate size. "Every artificer in the world has made rings before, so as to enchant them."

You smiled sheepishly, watching as he put the piece of gold onto a cone like tool and began shaping it into a ring. "I thought they just bought rings and carved runes on them."

Enver laughs, "If they want a broken ring, sure. You can never be sure of quality unless you make it yourself."

"You smelt all the metal for your creations?" He's got a complete ring now. It's rough, needing to be shaped and smooth, but it's a ring. He takes it away from the anvil, setting it on the table and grabbing a few smaller tools.

"No, not all the time. I have employees who do the bulk of such things. But I've always got something I'm working on around my personal forge. I make all my own prototypes, then pass the blueprints and instructions along to them."

You watch over the next hour as Enver turns the chunk of gold into a beautiful golden ring. He asks basic questions, the type of ring you'd prefer, the size of your finger, embellishments you enjoy. And you talk about many other things as well. His other hobbies, yours too.

"Do you want children?" You ask when you feel brave enough.

"Yes." He says, "At least two."

"An heir and a spare?" You guessed, a sullen tone to your voice. You had hoped he would care about the concept of children just for the sake of children. Apparently not.

"Partly." He admits, no shame in his voice. "Also because I think a child needs friends. A sibling would help."

You chuckled, "You were an only child, weren't you?"

Enver looks up at you, a lopsided grin on his face. "Is it that obvious?"

"I have a lot of siblings." You said.

"I'm aware, your mother went through my list of options." He joked.

You bristled, "Your list?"

He smiles at you in a way you think is meant to calm you. It doesn't. "I knew I wanted to marry one of your mother's brood. Her terms were too good to pass up. A fellow Banite, a strong family name, deep coffers, everything I could have hoped for. She showed me each of her children's portraits, and said I was of course allowed to choose whoever I preferred, but she was quite insistent that you were the best pick."

You hesitated, "And... How soon did you make your choice?"

"About five minutes later." He says, reaching a hand over to take your chin in his hand, lifting your gaze up to meet his. "She was quite convincing."

He lingers on your face for a few moments, letting you blush under his gaze before releasing your chin. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small leather bag, and opening it to dump its contents on the table. "Pick your favorite."

It's gemstones, over a dozen of them, and scattered over the table. Different colors of each precious stone you can name. Your eyes sweep over all of them, but you ultimately land on one of the largest stones, a deep green emerald.

You pluck it up with your fingers, offering it to Enver shyly. "... This one reminds me of you."

Enver's mouth twitches slightly, a grin slipping onto his lips. "Green, hm?"

You shrug. "It just does."

He takes the emerald, adjusts the setting on the ring, and drops it into its place. A pair of pliers tightens the setting, securing the beautiful stone into the ring forever.

He polishes it with a few brushes, cleans it with a bit of cheesecloth, and then turns to you. "It will suit you, I think."

"I can't try it on?" You tease.

He smirks, "For someone so traditional about her virginity, I'd think you'd want to wait until the ceremony to put on your ring."

You huff, "Fine. I can be patient."

His hands are suddenly on your waist, his body pressed against yours as he leans down and whispers into your ear. "Mind your tone, sweet thing."

You can't help but shudder at his voice. "I- sorry!"

He chuckles, his grip on your waist squeezing slightly. "I'm only teasing. Mostly."

"Mostly?"

Enver sighed, "There are... Traditions with Banite marriage."

You go serious quickly. "... That's what this is going to be, isn't it? It's not going to be normal."

Enver shakes his head. "I had hoped your mother would warn you."

"She doesn't talk about that with me." You admitted. "She never even told me what being a Banite is like."

Enver sighs. "Lovely. It's getting late. We can discuss it another time."

You frown, "Why not now?"

"It will be a long conversation." He explains, his voice taking that gentle and persuasive tone again. Was this how he sweet talked politicians? It was no wonder all the women at court were backing him. "It's best saved for a day with many more hours left in it. Come back this weekend, I'll have afternoon tea served, and we'll speak on it more."

You smiled softly up at him. "I prefer Earl Grey."

[9haharharley1]

[Hi hello its Ectoplasmicsodaaaaa]

Okay but that accidental first kiss prompt for pompep or blackice would be CHEF KISS

Pompep it is!

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Attending a college Halloween party hadn't been a bad idea at the time. With the exception of that one terrible time his freshman year, Danny had never been to a real party. He wasn't sure if this one even really counted since it was hosted by the college and not some random student ready to get all the co-eds drunk.

Maybe that was why he decided to go.

It felt awkward to go without Sam and Tucker there to back him up, what with his best friends being split all over the country. He didn't even have Jazz to call and come save him if he decided he wasn't having fun, but on the plus side, his dorm was just out the door and around the corner, so really what had been the harm?

Danny pulled up his big boy pants, whipped up a quick costume, and was out the door.

It wasn't much to look at - just some black pants with a cotton ball pinned to the back to mimic a tail, a V-neck long sleeve shirt, and a black and white half-mask that exposed the lower have of his face from the nose down, molded in the shape of a goat's head, with two horns jutting out the sides. He had arranged his hair to tastefully fall in front of the mask, and when he looked in the mirror he didn't hate what he saw. So with a shrug and a steadying breath, Danny attended his first college party.

It was set up in the dining hall, the doors flung open to let attendees roam in and out to enjoy the nice weather - shockingly not too cold this time of year; not that cold weather bothered Danny at all these days. The punch had already been spiked, there were couples making out in the dark corners of the building. Snacks and finger foods had been set up around the punch bowl, and there was a food truck loitering outside next to a snow-cone truck. He could smell weed in the air and briefly entertained the idea of attaining some for himself as he bought a snow-cone.

He was interrupted from this thought by a warmth at his side.

"Enjoying the party?" came a smooth voice over his shoulder, and Danny jumped, whipping his head around to see a man standing barely a foot away. He was taller than Danny, dressed in all black, with a ram's head mask of black and glitter covering his face, the horns curling over silver hair. His goatee and pale skin stood put against so much black.

He cut a handsome figure in the dark.

Danny just shrugged at him. "I guess?" he said, taking a bite of his snowcone. "I just got here."

"Not a party person then?"

"Not really," Danny admitted. He took a seat on the nearby bench, surprised to see the man follow him and take a seat as well. "I've never really fit in enough for parties."

The man hummed. "I wouldn't say it's much of a party anyway. Have you tried the punch yet? Somone decided it would be a good idea to spike it with cheap vodka." His lips twisted into a grimace.

Danny laughed. "We're all broke college students, what did you expect?"

"I expected one of you to at least spring for Tito's," the man grumbled. Danny laughed again, but mulled over the man's words.

"So you're not a student here, are you?" he asked. He took another bite of his flavored ice.

"I use to be," he answered. "Now I'm just a... dedicated alumni." He looked down at Danny, a respectful foot away, but radiating enough heat that he may as well be sitting closer. Danny shivered. "And you? You're a student, correct?"

"Yeah." Danny nodded. The man's eyes were a deep blue, dark as the night around them. Danny could get lost in those eyes if he wasn't careful.

"What's your major?" The man's voice was so charming and silky, Danny almost felt bad for how he blushed over it.

"Oh! Uh... physics and astronomy."

"A fellow scientist, then." The man's lips curled into a small smirk, and Danny may have felt his heart skip a beat. Why was this guy talking to him?! He could be chatting up literally anyone on campus, age be damned, and take them home no questions asked! Why was he choosing to talk to Danny? "A man after my own heart."

Danny's breath came out in a shaky exhale.

He lowered his snowcone, bringing one leg up under him as he turned to face this handsome stranger. His eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Okay, Mr. Darcy. Are you flirting with me?"

The man's smirk widened further, half-turning to Danny with an arm thrown over the back of the bench, a leg coming up to cross over the other. His other hand fell to his lap as he leaned in closer.

"Depends," he said, and Danny's cheeks felt like they were on fire, "is it working?"

"Considering I wouldn't call it very good flirting," Danny muttered back, glancing away, "...yeah. It is."

The hand on the back of the bench rose, warm fingers grazing Danny's chin. "Then maybe you'll let me see your face." There was heat in dark eye, and Danny felt caught in their flames. "I'm sure those pretty eyes are even prettier without the mask."

Even as desire and heat settled in Danny's belly, Danny couldn't help but smirk, only slightly rueful. "Nah." He pulled his head away from the hot touch. "I'm not that much of a looker." He stood with his snowcone, brushing off the seat of his pants. "Maybe go find another co-ed to schmooze. I'm sure someone here is up to your standards."

Danny didn't see the way blue eyes darkened, didn't see how the man scowled at the self-deprecating words. He took a step away, fully intending on tossing his remaining flavored ice and heading back to his dorm. He wasn't in the mood to flirt with handsome older gentlemen who only wanted one night and never again.

He took a step away, but a near burning hand on his wrist stopped him back.

"Daniel"-

He barely registered his own name on a stranger's tongue before he was spun, tripping over his feet and loosing balance on a clump of grass. The older man was sat forward on the bench to stop him from walking off, hand on his wrist, but Danny yelped as he fell against him, catching himself with his free hand on a broad shoulder and a knee banged painfully into the hard plastic of the bench.

Neither of those two things mattered however.

What mattered, was the loud sound of their masks clacking loudly together in the night. What mattered was the wide blue eyes staring at him, nearly crossed from how close they were. What mattered was the fluttering in his heart, the lump in his throat, the heat in his belly as lips, soft and wet and near scalding pressed to his own as Danny stared wide-eyed at the man now practically under him. Those dark eyes fell half-shut as Danny pulled away barely an inch, eyes wide, as those deep blues bled red with barely surpressed emotion.

Danny tried to keep the panic out of his voice as he whispered, breath icy cold against hot lips, "...Vlad?"

His voice sounded so small even to his own ears, and Vlad's eyes darkened further. "I will give you a million dollars if you stay right here," Vlad said, heat and promise masking the desperation in his voice. Danny's breathing picked up.

He shoved away from the older man, Vlad falling back into the bench as Danny phased through his hold. His snow-cone had long been abandoned to the ground, and before Vlad could reach out to him, Danny was gone, invisible in an instant, and nearly three seconds later, fighting back panicked tears in the safety of his dorm, his hand shaking as he held it over his mouth.

[cindersfireplace]

4town Valentine's Day 💘

Jesse, Taeyoung, Aaron T, and Aaron Z walk through the hallway to their hotel room after taking a stroll around the neighborhood:

Taeyoung: There's nothing like bird watching on a calm afternoon.

Aaron T: I'm just glad there was an ice cream truck. That was one of the best chocolate cones I've ever had. Thanks for helping me chase it down Z.

Aaron Z: *walks behind him exhausted* Anything for you buddy 😊

Jesse: You good Z?

Aaron Z: *gasping * Yeah when I catch my breath next week I'll be able to function again 😮‍💨

Jesse: I wish Robaire came with us. It's good to get outside once in a while.

Taeyoung: I'm sure he has his reasons.

*Jesse opens the hotel room door*

Jesse: Yeah probab- sweet cheese and crackers! What's all this!?

*The room is decorated with heart, banners, balloons, pillows, roses, and LOTS of candles*

❤️🌹🕯️🕯️🕯️

Robaire: Welcome home my friends! I thought I would put up some decorations for Valentine's Day. *Sigh* Love is in the air.

Aaron Z: I didn't know love smelt like *sniffs* vanilla and *picks up a candle* … Late winter breeze. Whatever the heck that smells like.

Jesse: We were gone for like an hour? How?

Robaire: I'm very efficient when I'm passionate about something.

Taeyoung: So that's why Jess is always yelling at you to do your taxes.

Aaron Z: Were you not efficient enough to get any cookies or candy?

Robaire: That will be for the gift exchange.

Aaron T: Why can't we just buy cards?

Robaire: Because first of all the 4town best friend Valentine's super special gift yearly extravaganza exchange -

Aaron Z: I still say we should shorten the name.

Robaire: -is a time to appreciate each other's gifts and is a testament to how well we know each other. I love giving gifts and I put a lot of thought into them.

Jesse: And I very much still appreciate those custom ‘Art Dad’ oven mitts, but shouldn't we be focusing on our gig that day? The 4townies are so excited to see us perform One True Love live for the first time next week, and after the show I want to go to bed.

Robaire: Then go right to bed on another day of the year but you have to be there for the opening of gifts. Besides we've already drawn names for it so no going back now.

Jesse: Fiiiine if I must.

Robaire: That's the spirit.

Jesse: Uh I think a spirit is what we'll be if all of these candles stay lit. This is most definitely a fire hazard. I'm only agreeing if I get to put half of them out.

Robaire: Fiiiine. If I must.

Aaron T: We've known each other for a while shopping for each other should be easier. Right Z?

Aaron Z: Totally….

*Skip to the day before Valentine's Day at the mall*

Aaron Z: …Not.

Jesse: Come on Z it'll be fine.

Aaron Z: Not when I'm shopping for Robaire it won't. I don't know what to buy and he's definitely gonna try to one up us with his amazing gift.

Jesse: Does anything else in this world motivate you quite like your need to be better than Robaire?

Aaron Z: Absolutely, this is just a continuous priority of mine.

Jesse: So no then. Got it.

Aaron Z: I will search through every isle of this mall if it kills me. I will be victorious.

Jesse: Or you could breathe and let it go…and he's gone. Valentine's is gonna be fun.

*The next day*

Taeyoung: That must have been our best performance yet! Everybody was so excited, and despite my mild fear of heights trying to convince me otherwise, the rising heart platforms weren't so bad after all.

Robaire: Told you it would be incredible!

Jesse: Anyways now that that's over we can open gifts now.

Aaron T: Yeah guys the sooner we get this over with the sooner old man Jesse can take his nap.

Jesse: I'm not ol-

Aaron Z (whispering to Aaron T) You just want to get candy from your gift don't you?

Aaron T (whispering back): Shhhh I just care about Jesse's health…and my blood sugar.

Robaire: Anyways, who wants to go first?

Taeyoung: Me! I got T! Here you go! *Shoves present box into his hands*

Aaron T: YESSS! *Opens package* *gasp* It's a book of skateboard tricks! These are some of the most advanced out there and….a box of chocolate. Thankyou *hugs Taeyoung and whispers* This is why your my favorite.

Taeyoung: No problem at all.

Aaron T: So I guess it's my turn to give and I got Jesse *gives him a very messily wrapped package with 50 bows on it*

Jesse: Geez this looks interesting *opens the box* *gasp* ITS THE SUPER SMOOTH 3000! I've been trying to find this blender for months! My fruit smoothies will be so much better now! Thank you *lifts Aaron T off the ground in a hug*

Aaron T: Your *cough cough* welcome. Could you please put me down now?

Jesse: *Drops Aaron T* I'm next and I got Taeyoung. So here you go?

Taeyoung: *Carefully takes the box from his hand and opens it* Woah! Bird watching goggles! They even have little doves on them! Thanks Jess. I'm gonna have so much fun taking these to the park.

Jesse: I'm so glad you like them. They were some of the best I could find.

Aaron Z: I guess Robaire and I are last. You can go first Ro 😊

Robaire: No, I insist. You go first 😁

Aaron Z: Well this day means the most to you so you should go 😊

Robaire: And I like to share that joy with my friends so you should go 😁

Aaron Z: You.

Robaire: You.

Aaron Z: YOU.

Robaire: YOU!

*While these two keep going back and forth Taeyoung and Aaron T give each other a look and then open the presents themselves (whilst Jesse has too little sleep in him to deal with this)*

Taeyoung: Wow Robaire this is a really nice Destiny ‘s Child record.

Robaire: That's the exact one we listened to when we first met 🫢

Aaron T: Dang Z you got this cool basketball trophy. It even says ‘best basketball player I know ‘. Nice Sentiment.

Aaron Z: That was one of the first things I told you that I dreamed of receiving 😯

*They hold the gifts in their hands for a moment appreciating them*

Aaron Z: *clearly struggling* Th-th-th-

Robaire: Are you trying to say thank you?

Aaron Z: Nah I'm trying to say ‘That's all folks’. Yes I'm trying to say thankyou. Anyways thank you … for … this.

Robaire: Then I guess I want to say thank you too…I guess.

Jesse: Awww this is too sweet.

Aaron T: Maybe it wasn't about who got the best present after all?

Robaire: Mhm. Even though we all know it was me.

Aaron Z: Wh- if anything it was me!

Robaire: No you didn't!

Aaron Z: I got you the record that you sorry self was too BROKE for when we first met!

Robaire: I got you a CUSTOM TROPHY 🏆! Do you know how much that is in this economy?!

Aaron Z: But did I ask-

Robaire: But my-

Aaron Z: No but Robaire answer the question. Answer the question! Did I ask though? Did I?

Robaire: No but you can't just throw that in my face when I'm trying to be nice.

Aaron Z: Clearly not nice enough to admit I'm better…

*Senseless arguing continues in the background*

Jesse: T! They were this 🤏🏻 close to having a nice moment.

Aaron T: Sorry, I was just trying to bring some positivity.

Taeyoung: I'm positively sure they will be arguing for a while so I'm just gonna go now.

Jesse: Agreed. *yawn* 🥱 I'm going to sleep.

Aaron T: And I shall consume all this chocolate within the hour. I love Valentine's Day!

*Later that night Aaron Z and Robaire go to bed setting their gifts down on their night stands smiling at them and then turning the lights out to sleep*

❤️

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = I genuinely don't know what's up with me and wearing Gojo's clothes. But I took this several steps too far, probably. And I like ettt.

C/W = mild pouting, stroking of ego, strap-on/dildo, blowing dildo, ass fingering, rim job, anal sex (f -> m), cross dressing, teeny bit of masturbation, edging, big ass O.

under the cut 🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW under the cut

WC = +4k (not by much, though)

Fairest of them All

Finally making your way into Gojo's penthouse apartment carrying all of the bags in from shopping, you see him sitting at the breakfast bar. He's sitting kind of hunched over the black and gold marble countertop and nursing an amber-colored drink. He barely looks like himself; his eyes aren't quite as sparkly, and his chest isn't stuck out with the pride he usually harbors. And he's wearing his cheapest pair of sweatpants (the poly/cotton blend!).

"Heyyy, Baby. What ya doing?" You ask him, tentatively. You've only seen him like this one other time and to this day, he refuses to admit what happened. Though you did your best to convince him that it DOES happen to every man at some point, it was bound to happen to him sooner or later, it doesn't make him less of a man, you still love him fiercely and something so seemingly trivial shouldn't get to someone so beautiful and confident.

He told you to fuck off after you gave him the speech. But in the same breath, he said he was sorry, he loved you, too, and then he went down on you for an hour and a half to make himself feel better.

You rubbed your hands up and down his back, dipping your fingers into the places you know to be his most ticklish spots. But you got no response. He didn't even tell you to stop.

"Satoru? Are you ok? Oh, oh shit. Did the credit card company call again and say there was suspicious activity on it? I thought you talked to–"

He slid the now empty glass from one hand to the other. "No," he interrupted you, "s'not that. Not the credit card. Something else." He put his cheek on the cool surface of the counter.

"Oh, my Baby. C'mere. Tell me what's wrong." He accepted your arms around him and you peppered his face and neck with slow, but deep kisses.

And he sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "Don't wanna talk 'bout it." He put his face in your cleavage and took a breath in. "You, you smell really good. Like, really fuckin' good." He sniffed around on you like he was trying to bust you for something he'd thought you'd done. "Is that, *sniff* orange and *sniff sniff*, orange and vanilla?"

You clapped for him like you were his biggest cheerleader. "Yes! Oh, Baby, you have the nose of a bloodhound!"

He pushed you away. "What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you suggesting I look like some dopey ass dog? Wow, y/n. You can be so mean sometimes!"

You stood there completely flabbergasted by his outburst. And you didn't know what needed to be addressed first: the fact that he couldn't take the compliment or that he thought you were calling him a dog.

"OH-K! What in the hell is going on with you right now? I left you in bed this morning, and you were fine. Now you're jumping all over my ass about every little thing, and I wanna know why, Gojo!"

"Nothing's going on with me," he muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest, his face turned down into a pout. "Nothing."

You tried not to let your exasperation show. "Baby, I've known you for 1 1/2 years now, and not once have you ever been like this. I've seen you upset before, I've seen you mad, I've seen you disappointed, but I've never seen you... Oh, my god. Did you start your period?" You couldn't hide the smirk that was creeping across your soft pink lips.

"THAT ... that is so mature, y/n. So mature. It's not funny at all. Fuck, why can't you take me seriously?"

Now, you couldn't hold back. You burst out laughing at him and he sat there sulking, his pout becoming more prominent.

"I'm sorry but what is the matter! You're acting like the last ice cream cone on earth fell at your feet!"

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

You walked to him and took his face into your hands. "Look, whatever it is, it's bothering you, and that bothers me, so we're going to talk about it. I'm going to go put my new clothes away. Do you want to come in the bedroom with me? I'll give you a little show ... hm? C'mon. It might cheer you up."

You smiled warmly at your crazy boyfriend and grabbed your bags. Dragging him by the waistband of his sweatpants, the two of you went into the master bedroom.

"This won't work, y'know," Gojo said with no tone in his voice at all. "I can already guess what you bought. I already know what colors you got everything in. Jus', jus' let me go be misera– shit."

Your face lit up as if you cracked the code to some horrific crime. Unbeknownst to you, it was far worse. "AHA! I knew it was something!" As soon as you said that, you regretted your words. "I'm sorry for yelling that. But you can't hide stuff like this from me, ok? I know you. Now. Why don'cha have a little seaty seat on the bed here and I'll show you what you got me. Ok, baby?" You picked up his hands and made them clap. He was dead weight.

The white-haired man looked like a child who just got in trouble. His head was hanging, and his long, almost translucent lashes were brushing against his pink, flustered cheeks. "Fine. But I'm not gonna enjoy this."

You giggled. "Oh, but I think you might." Taking off all of your clothes except for your thong, you put the bags on the bed and started to dig through all of your new stuff.

Pulling out a black silk hooded crop top, you lower it over your head. It felt so soft against your bare skin. You walked to Gojo and stuck your breasts in his face.

"Touch. It's so soft. Feel it. Feel me." He reached out and touched the sleeve.

"Mhmm. That's nice. Very silky." He couldn't have cared less. It was unusual for him not to be into the texture of your clothing. He was a very tactile man. He loved touching whatever type of fabric you were wearing. Always commenting on how it accentuated your curves; eyes; ass; lips. Any and every aspect.

"Ok, ok, ok. Here. You'll like this one! Hold on ..." You found the pleated mini skirt slipped your legs through it and turned your back to Gojo to zip it up for you. "Welllll? Pretty, right?"

He looked up at you with no expression. "Nice choice of words. Really, really nice."

"You don't think I'm pretty in th–"

"Why do you keep saying that word? Pretty pretty pretty. Enough already. My god." He threw himself back on the bed and sighed.

You sat down on the bed, folding your legs beneath you."Y'know, Satoru, Baby. You're pretty, too." You began rubbing his thigh. He lifted his head a little and looked you in the eye.

"I'm – ya think? I'm pretty, too?" He moved up a bit more and propped himself on his elbows. "W–what about me is pretty?" What the hell is going on? Satoru Gojo was nothing, if not overly confident. The man never needed reassurance. He was his biggest supporter. His own #1. King of his castle.

"Oh, geez, where do I start! You're sooo tall. You just tower over me and make me feel so little. And ... and safe! You make me feel safe all the time." You massaged his leg with a bit more pressure.

"Bah, everyone knows I'm tall. Try again."

"Your hair is like the clouds in the sky, or, or the snow! And I love how soft and white and fluffy it is. So unique. So soft. I love how you let me wrap my fingers in it and pull your head between my legs. Your pretty face is the only one allowed there, Gojo."

"I, I do have nice hair. That's that a little better. Keep going." Your hand moved to the very top of his thigh. "And whatever you're doing here, I'm not in the mood. So don't get your hopes up, y/n."

"Of course, my pretty boy. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, ok. Your eyes are like ... like diamonds! All sparkly and bright when they light up whenever you talk about something interesting to you. You're so beautiful!"

You threw your left leg over his hips to straddle him, and you leaned over to put your face next to his. "And your cock. You've got the nicest cock I've ever seen. It's so long and thick. It feels so, so good when you're pounding into me." You shivered. Half out of excitement for talking about his cock when it was just beneath you and half to shake Gojo out of whatever slump he'd found himself in.

"Yeah, You do love my cock, y/n."

"Mmhmm! It feels so good when you tease me with it. When you just put your fat tip in me. It drives me cray-zee!" You ground your barely covered cunt on him when you broke the word 'crazy' syllables apart into two. "Fuck, 'Toru. Please tell me what's wrong?"

He lifted his hands and put them on your exposed thighs and gave them a hard squeeze.

"I, ah fuck. Idon'tfeelprettytoday! There! Are you happy now? I. Don't. Feel. Pretty. Today. All spelled out for you. Shit."

Your eyes glazed over, and you tilted your head as you looked at one of the most beautiful people you've ever had the pleasure of looking at.

"YOU, SATORU FUCKING GOJO, DON'T FEEL PRETTY? My beautiful baby boy. You are the prettiest, most sexy person I know. Tell me ... how can I fix this for you. Because I won't sit by for another second and not take action while you're feeling this way. What do you want? Anything. I'll do anything for you."

He smiled. So small that anyone else would've missed it. But you saw it begin to spread over his pouty lips. His eyes gradually trailed over to the strap-on harness hanging from the chaise lounge in front of the window. He ran his hands up under your skirt and snapped the thong on your sensitive skin. When you jumped and said ow, you swear you felt his cock move just a little. He's feeling better.

"Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you feel real pretty, hm? Well, why didn't ya just say so from the start, my beautiful princess." You kissed him on his nose and climbed off of him to get the harness.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, Satoru? What is it?"

"Can I, uhm. Can I, ahhh, can I have a drink, too? Before we ... ahem. You know."

You stopped your warm-up thrusting into the air with the navy blue dildo attached to your hips. "Gojo. Are you ... are you nervous? Baby, we've done this a thousand times before. What's different about this time?"

You started jerking off the fake cock that stood fully hard before you. Something ... something about it just felt good. You didn't know if it was the shy pink color Gojo had turned. Whether it was his hesitancy about letting you proceed to fuck him in the ass. You were getting wet, though.

"No! No, nothing's different. I'm not nervous. Nervous? Me? Ha ha, no. You're hilarious."

"Satoru, don't lie. Do not lie to me. If there's something on your mind, just say it. Otherwise, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before." You were coming off as a little too invested in this. Too excited to jam him full of your 'cock.' Not that you aren't generally excited to peg him. But today was so difficult to pinpoint the energy of the space. Something was off and it was making your heart race and your pussy drip.

"Ok, ok. I'm a little nervous. Is that a problem?" He was starting to lose his edge. The more you tried to coax him out, the more he was willing to submit to you.

"Baby. I promise I'll make you feel so good. You'll forget all about your problems, yeah? Let me ... do this for you." What the fuck had come over you, talking like some sleazy asshole predator in a dive bar. But it was too late. You were into it.

"I have an idea, 'Toru. Stay right there, ok?" He nodded nervously. You went into the walk-in closet and found some of his clothes to put on.

You took off your crop top and skirt and slipped into one of his black t-shirts and black pants. The pants had to be a pair of his ankle pants because he's so much taller than you. But you made it work. He had a rack of sunglasses from which you picked a random pair. They were all sexy.

One last thing before you stepped back out in the room; you plugged the dildo into place and made your grand entrance.

"Ta-da!"

Gojo was sitting on the bed in the same position you'd left him in.

"Y/n, I–"

"Shhh. Now. I want ... you to," you pulled one of your new bras out of a bag and ripped the price tag off with your teeth. Tossing it in his face, "I want you to wear this. And this." He caught the garter belt in his hand and studied it for a moment.

"Y/n, I, I know how to take these off, but I have no idea how they go on."

"That's ok. I can help. Lay down, pretty boy. C'mon. Put your head up here. Ok, good. Now, let's get your panties on, shall we?"

Gojo looked at you like this was his first time. Technically, you've both never gone so far as to wear each other's clothes. But you were hell-bent on making him feel better. And if that meant stuffing all of him into cute little panties, so be it.

You grabbed a pair of black, lacy cheekies and gently rolled them up his legs. He lifted his hips when you tugged them over his ass. They were snug.

"How does it feel, my precious Gojo?" You asked in a voice that was much deeper than your regular tone.

"F-fine, thanks." He was finally smiling.

"I'm gonna have to put a bra on you, too. Ok?"

"Y–yes."

You found one that matched the panties and brought it back to the bed.

"Arms, please." He complied. "Good boy."

You clasped the bra around his back and slid the straps up his arms. His pale, milky skin was starting to flush with embarrassment.

"How do you feel, Sweetie? Hmm?

"Like I'm pretty."

"You are. And, oh, look at that." You reached behind his neck and unclasped the bra.

"What, what is it? Am I not pretty enough in this?"

"No. Shush. You're perfect, but this has gotta go."

"Oh, ok." He was pouting.

"Because I don't think we need to use a bra today. You won't have much on your chest anyway." You folded the bra and tossed it on his nightstand.

"I don't have much on my chest." He laughed a little.

"Right. And, well, I mean. Unless I wanna play with these." You grabbed his nipples and twisted them between your fingers. "Then, yeah, you'd have a lot on your chest."

"Ah, fuck. Ok. Whatever. Do, do whatever you want." He winced, but you could see how much tighter the panties had gotten on him after you did that.

You smirked at him. "Oh! Baby, I know what I want. I've gotta put a skirt on you. Then we can play."

"A skirt? A skirt, y/n."

Once he was in nothing but the panties and the garter belt, you found the pleated skirt and held it open. "C'mere, lover. Let's shimmy you into this."

Gojo stood up and you helped him put his legs through. It was a short skirt and it rode up his hips so perfectly.

"Now, I'm going to have a seat on the bed. I want you to kneel between my legs. Do it for me, 'Toru. Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?"

"Y-yes."

You sat on the bed and spread your legs wide. The fake cock was sticking straight out, and the sight of him staring at it, eyes nearly begging for it, made your clit tingle.

"Look at how hard my cock is, Satoru. Mm. Come suck it."

Gojo dropped to his knees, almost instantly. "I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, y/n. What do I do?"

"You don't watch me? Just ... like you're trying to such a golf ball through a garden hose." He looked up at you wide-eyed.

"What?? I ... I can't –" You laughed.

"I'm kidding. Just do what you think would feel good to you. You'll figure it out." You brushed the hair from his forehead and lifted his face to yours to kiss him deeply before pushing him back down.

"Mm, thank you, y/n." He kissed the tip and sucked the entire head of the silicone cock into his mouth.

"So fucking sexy, Satoru. Yeah, good job, my sweet boy."

You ran the top of your foot under his balls, increasing the pressure and speed the more he got into sucking 'your cock.'

"Shit. Your mouth feels so good. Ah, that's my pretty little slut, suck it, yeah."

Gojo hummed and closed his eyes, and began taking the fake dick deeper and deeper into his throat.

"Ah, baby, you're taking me so fucking deep. So well. Goddamn it, I love you."

Gojo started to slide his hand up your thigh. As much as you wanted the roles to be reversed, you took his hand in yours and held it gently as he continued to move his mouth up and down on the fake cock.

"Are you getting wet for me, 'Toru? I bet you are. I bet your tight little hole wants me to fuck it, huh? You just say the word, my pretty."

"Nghhh," he mumbled, nodding.

"Use your words. Use them or I'm not fucking you. Do you want me to fuck you, 'Toru?"

He lifted his head from your dick and panted. "Yes! Yes, I want you to fuck me, y/n. Ple‐please! I'm ready for you!"

You stood up and took his hand, guiding him to lay down on the bed.

"You're so cock drunk, it's beautiful."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Lay down, gorgeous. On your back or hands and knees?"

"I, I don't know. You pick."

"Let's go with on your back. It's not the first time you've taken something big."

"Yes ma'am," he said as he lay back on the plush, scattered pillows.

The skirt was so short that it was pulled up just a few inches. His cock was strained behind the panties, pre-cum wetting the front of them.

You lay between his legs with your hips pressed into his. Rubbing the cock you wore into his, eliciting low moans from deep within his throat.

"F–fuck, baby. That, that feels so fucking good." He growled.

"Do you want me to eat you out? Before I fuck you. Would you like that, Sweetie? Do you want my tongue on your pretty hole?"

"Oh my –" he swallowed hard "oh my god, yes, y/n."

"Ok then. I'm going to have to lift your hips." You slid a pillow underneath his hips.

"Hold the skirt for me, ok, baby?"

"Ok." He nodded.

He lifted his hands and grabbed the skirt by the neatly sewn hem, bunching it up around his waist. "Is this ok?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Perfect."

You hooked your thumbs on the side of the panties and pulled them down to his knees. His cock sprang free, leaking, red, and angry. You took it in your hand and squeezed him tightly.

"Oh! Oh fffuck." He said through a clenched jaw. Throwing his head back in to the pillows he bucked his hips forward. "J–could you, would you please lick me? I swear, just this once while we do this. Just one time ..."

You examined him. His thighs tremble as you breathe heavily on his veined length. You stuck your tongue out and left it just a couple of inches from his needy head.

He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged it across the part of your hot tongue that was the closest to him.

"Fuck, 'Toru. What did I tell you? Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

"Your tongue was out! It was right there! I ... I thought ..." He looked sad.

"I'll give you one pass, but if you disobey me again, I'm gonna have to put all of this stuff away for another day, ok? And I don't think that would make either of us very happy. Do you?"

He shook his head so hard it made his hair bounce on his forehead.

"That's my good boy. Now, where was I?"

You dipped your head and licked his puckered hole.

"Oh god."

"Shhh. Be a good boy and just try not to cum. If you do, you're going to be in big trouble."

He nodded and bit his lower lip.

You circled your tongue around his tight little hole, then pushed it in.

"Ngh, fffuuuckkkk. Ahh!"

"That's my good boy. You're so wet for me. So tight." You pressed your fingers to his hole and felt him relax against them.

"Please. Please, fuck me. I'm ready. Fuck, please."

"Mmm, I don't know. Are you sure you're ready?" You pushed two fingers in and felt his muscles tighten and pull.

"Yes! Yes, y/n, I'm ready! P-p-please." He begged.

"Ok, my gorgeous, sweet boy. You stay right where you are. I'm going to grab something really quick. And 'Toru?"

"Huh? What?"

"No touching while I'm gone. Understand?"

"Y–yes. I got it. No touching."

"Good." You stood up and went into the bathroom to find the bottle of lube.

When you walked back out, he was touching himself. His hand slowly pumped up and down on his cock. It was slow, but still, he was touching himself.

"Hey! What did I just say?"

"I, I'm sorry, y/n. I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself."

"Uh-uh. You know the rules."

"Shit! I'm sorry! What're you gonna do? Please don't put everything away!" He cried. He was so hard it looked painful. You couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

"I s'pose I should take some responsibility for you groping yourself. I shouldn't have left you. Ok, it's ok, Baby." You walked over to him and kissed his forehead.

"Y-you're not mad?"

"No. Of course not. I would never be mad at you. Well, ok, I might. But you're so fuckin' hard right now. Almost as hard as this thing." You slapped the dildo and he grimaced and jumped. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do that to you."

He relaxed as you poured lube over the navy blue cock. You spread it around, jerking the slick length, and Gojo watched intently.

"You ready, Satoru?"

"Yes. Please, fuck me, y/n."

You climbed on the bed and kissed him softly.

"Good." You pushed the tip into him and he groaned out in pleasure.

"Fuckfuckfuck, oh god, nngh!"

"You're being so good for me, baby. So perfect. My perfect, precious boy."

"I love you." He said with star-shaped pupils. His blue eyes glassy with tears.

"I know." You replied as you geared up to go deeper.

You pushed further and further in. Gojo was biting his bottom lip so hard you thought it might bleed, so you kissed him to give his bottom lip a break. Sliding in more until you were fully immersed in his tight ass.

"Fuck, baby, I'm in all the way. God, you feel amazing."

"Ah, fuck. Nggghh," he moaned. "Feels ... good."

"Yeah? Tell me, how good does it feel when I fuck you?"

"Nnghh, feels so ... so ..."

"I wanna hear you say it, Baby."

"Makes me feel pretty."

"It does, yeah? Good. Because you are. You're so pretty it makes me crazy for you."

You pumped in and out of him as you felt his cock jerking against your belly. He would raise his hips so you could hit him deeper.

"Hmm – y/n, y–, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"Not yet."

"But ... but I'm gonna — oh FUCK!"

"I said, not yet. Do not cum, Satoru."

"Please, fuck," He whined. His voice cracking from the strain of holding his orgasm back.

"Such a good boy. Fuck, yeah. So close, aren't you, baby." You started fucking him faster than he knew what to do with. His body was so tense. His cock was pulsating against your abdomen. You wanted so badly for him to fuck you, but this wasn't about you. This was for him.

"I can't! I can't stop it. Oh god. I'm gonna fucking cum. Y/n, shit!"

"Not until I tell you, pretty boy. You're still my pretty baby boy, aren't you, 'Toru? "

"Fuck, yes! Yes! I'm your pre–gahh–pretty baby ... boy! Please, I'm gonna die!"

"Ok. Cum." You said so casually, like you asked if he was done with the section of newspaper you wanted.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh, fuccccckkkk, oh god, I'm – I'm, cumming, fuck, ffuckk!"

His body shuddered as ropes of his thick, hot seed painted your belly and his.

You grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed out the last drops as he shook beneath you.

"Say it." You demanded.

"I'm the prettiest one of all!"

"Damn right, you are."

[jaymzeecat]

I'm Gonna Ride This Plane Out of Your Life Again, I Wish That I Could Stay, But You Argue...

I woke up on Wednesday morning fairly early (as I usually do) and cleaned up the AirBnB apathetically. Sad and tired I just wanted to crawl back in bed but we had an early check out time (10:00 AM) so there was no chance of that. Le sigh.

It was a sad morning knowing that this was the last few hours but on the plus side we did find a nearby place to get some breakfast which was pretty good (we both had the Vegan Chorizo Hash). The staff at the restaurant seemed so nice and friendly I felt bad that there were no other customers (save for a Door Dasher who was complaining about the wait for the food). If you're ever looking for breakfast in the Montrose neighborhood of Chicago maybe hit up Breakfast House.

On the way to the train we saw a heart under the overpass which appeared to be made of smeared human feces and if that doesn't make you feel loved by a city I just don't know what does!

The long train ride to O'Hare was spent with me mostly weeping "I'd cry too if I had to go back to Portland." The Funny Bunny said. I was at least looking forward to getting back to Alzee and the cats (a life with no cats?? Who needs it?)... but I started ugly crying as soon as we parted ways at the airport. It was so bad that the security lady was like "ARE YOU OKAY???" I would've thought crying at the airport was a common occurrence but maybe I just cry like a crazy person, haha.

The wait to board wasn't too long thankfully and the plane was a little nicer than the one I flew in on. I got the impression my seat mate (a white haired older fella) was confused by what I was doing in First Class (don't let the colorful hair fool you, I'm a bougie bitch) but the flight attendant remembered me "Oh, Jaymz! Didn't I just have a flight with you?" "About a week ago, yeah." "Wonderful!" See, man? I'm famous.

I had a lot of thinking to do on the long ride home and I was a little overwhelmed. I don't know yet how to break the news to my mom that I don't think I can handle a flight over 4 hours (she wants me to come to Florida, I just don't see how). But at least I got some warm nuts and ginger ale.

The vegan meal was pretty good too. White Bean Chili and Polenta. I erred on the side of caution again and skipped the cookie since everyone got one and I assume it's not vegan. So just be aware of that if you're vegan and you fly Alaska.

I got a nice view of the mountains to welcome me home. I wish I was better at taking pictures out of plane windows, haha.

As we de-boarded my new best friend flight attendant said "Goodbye, Jaymz will we be seeing again soon?" I laughed and she turned to the other attendant and said "She's the quietest passenger I've ever had." She has not heard my cackle...

Alzee picked me up at the airport, it's really nice to live only like ten minutes away from it, haha.

All in all it was a good trip, I'm glad I finally got to see Chicago so I can cross that off my bucket list, haha. Ashley and Shelly were proud of me for stepping outside my comfort zone and going on an adventure. I'm also really thankful that the Funny Bunny was willing to show me all around because I know I wouldn't have been able to figure out the trains on my own. I also came away with a few mementos...

From left to right, Gifts from the Funny Bunny: Sue the T-Rex from the Mold-O-Rama mold machine at the Field Museum and Klondike Kat & Ricochet Rabbit figures (thanks!). Pine cone from the Botanical Garden and flat penny (DNA strand design) from the Science Museum. Mug with "The Loop" train map design I got at a souvenir shop. Precious memories.

I hope you all enjoyed reading about my own personal Adventures in Babysitting, I will try to document more adventures in the future. I have been meaning to make it up to Seattle again sometime soon and visit Arizona and California again so I should really get to planning... If you're vegan and want to show me around your city (and not murder me!) feel free to hit me up sometime. As long as it's not more than 4 hours by plane, haha.

[almea]

I've got random 2.2 thoughts because I had such a good time with it.

I'm so glad I didn't try to power through the rest of the story before going to sleep last night because the boss fight was so hype that I don't know if I would have been able to fall asleep after it. I will never get over slamming the Express into the boss, and Stelle looks SO PRETTY in the animation when you use it. I loved Robin and the rest of the crew having a line the first five times you activate it. Himeko's line fucking took me out. Hoyo… truly knows what my weaknesses are.

I heard you still have the Express's help in the Echo of War version of the fight but you don't get the animation of Stelle and Clockie summoning it and that's just. A crime. I'm pretty sure they still show Dan Heng in the Echo of War Phantylia fight, so why don't we get Stelle and Clockie? Like, I guess??? It could be weird if you're using Destruction or Preservation Stelle in the fight and then it's the Harmony version in the animation, but it would be the same situation as using 4 star Dan Heng against Phantylia. I'm just so sad I'll never get to see it again in the game.

I loved the whole part where Stelle's trapped in the Order's dream because I was just like. What is happening? This is feels so abrupt and I'm so disoriented and, bitch, I know the boss has two more phases and there were cutscenes in the trailer that still haven't happened yet. And then as soon as Topaz was like "Everyone has agreed to work together to help Penacony" I was like. Yeah. No. This is 100% a dream lmao.

I think it's incredibly sweet that Stelle's dream was a world where everyone would work together and be happy though.

Also, I don't know if this was just an audio glitch, but when I went back to the train, the music was reset to the default song, so I was like. Um???

When Black Swan said the card she gave Stelle was an empty light cone, there was a moment where I thought she would use it make a light cone using Stelle's memories and I was so disappointed that didn't happen. I really want a light cone with Stelle in it one day...

Harmony Stelle's animations are so good, I'm in love with her. There's so much personality and sass to them!! I'm surprised Stelle and Caelus's ultimate animations are almost exactly the same except for one part because their other ultimate animations look very different from each other while conveying the same thing. It's probably my bias speaking, but I feel like, aside from that really cool knee slide only Caelus has, the rest of the dance looks like it was animated a little more with Stelle in mind than Caelus.

I love Harmony Stelle so much that I'm going to start building break DPSs for her. And Ruan Mei lmao. I've been sitting on Ruan Mei for ages as I farmed relics for other characters. I was already planning to build Xueyi eventually because I used a trial version in one of the combat events and she was very fun and now I have another reason to do it.

I'm thrilled that Stelle got to talk and say cool shit in the cutscenes. I love her and she's so precious and I love that she gets to be cool!!! I always want Stelle to talk more.

Dan Heng's interactions with Boothill are so funny. He's just like. I don't want this man to ever speak for the rest of his life, I will murder him if he claims to be a Nameless again.

I was like. This close to crying when Dan Heng said his companions are once-in-a-lifetime treasures. My fucking heart, man.

All the Nameless stuff makes me so emotional and I'm not even entirely sure why. There's something about the way they present it that always has me dead on the ground. Like, the fact that the Astral Express has been around for so, so, so much longer than the current crew and they will continue to visit worlds that were visited and loved by their predecessors. The way the Nameless who left the Express still held it so close to their hearts. I love the reverence they have for the past Nameless. Stelle kneeling in front Mikhail after she received his hat was so beautiful.

I cried over Misha getting his memories back, and how only the other trailblazers were able to see him. The 2.0 explanation that only honest people with childlike innocence could see Clockie was very funny and I had thought it was a Stellaron thing since Stelle being able to see weird things related to Stellarons is an established thing, but the fact it's actually that you need to share the same spirit of trailblazing that Mikhail had is so uggggghhhhh.

Acheron finding Tiernan and helping him find peace and move on was soooo sweet. Now that we very concretely know the final fates of two of the three Nameless that stayed on Penacony, I'm curious whether we'll eventually get a more concrete ending for Razalina since I think her fate was still a little ambiguous.

I fucking LOVE bookends, so Acheron repeating what she told Stelle during their first meeting being one of the last things that happened in 2.2 and asking her the same questions she asked at the beginning... Those were personal attacks on me.

I'm still not 100% clear on the meaning behind Acheron's red text. I know it's related to red being the colour of existence (I think that's what she said) but I don't know what it's supposed to mean in the context of the red text. My first thought was that the red text is her breaking through the Order's dream's influence, but I don't remember if that fits with all her red text. And her red text appears when she's talking to Tiernan too, and I don't think that was part of a dream.

So I really don't know. Maybe her red text isn't that deep and everyone freaked out when they saw it for no reason lmao.

I have no idea what Sparkle was up to. I thought her buttons would do something during the last boss fight, but no? That doesn't seem to be it? I guess the Charmony Festival technically didn't start yet, so it's might be setup for something in 2.3. Either that or it's more of her red herring imagery.

[allthingsfangirl101]

All Fun and Games–Steve Harrington

"And another one bites the dust," I smirked as Steve got rejected. Again.

He instantly glared at me when he saw me holding his scoreboard. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter.

"You are O for six, Popeye," I teased as I added another tally.

"Yeah, yeah, I can count."

"You know that means you suck?" I couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah," he scoffed, "I can read too."

"Since when?" I asked, faking concern.

"I'm telling you," he angrily groaned. "It's this stupid hat. It's blowing my best feature.

"Company policy is a real drag," I sighed dramatically.

He looked over his shoulder when he heard heels coming towards us.

"Shit," he mumbled. "Oh shit. . . Going in. And you know what?"

I scoffed as he took off his hat, dramatically tossing it across the shop.

"Screw company policy."

"You're a whole new man," I teased.

"I know right?" I couldn't help but chuckle as he did some weird shimmy.

For some reason, I didn't want to watch Steve Harrington get shut down anymore. So, I went back to sorting through the new delivery of toppings.

I lost track of time but soon the door separating the backroom from the counter opened.

"Where'd you go?"

"Why? Finally meet a girl who didn't laugh at the sight of you, sailor?"

"No," he sighed dramatically as he plopped onto one of the empty chairs. I patted his head as I walked around and sat across from him.

"It's kinda sad," I fake-pouted.

"Don't cry for me, Y/L/N," he teased.

"Don't worry," I scoffed. "I wouldn't waste my tears on such a heartbreaker like you."

"I used to be the King of Hawkins High," he defended.

"And now you're a sailor who eats spinach, smokes a pipe, and scoops ice cream for a living," I smirked. "Sexy."

I sent him a teasing wink as I walked out to the counter when someone rang the bell. As I took their order and made their cones, I couldn't stop thinking about Steve Harrington. When I heard that he had been hired, I was extremely nervous about working with him.

I've gone to school with him since Pre-K, and he has never noticed me. I don't think he ever spoke more than ten words to me growing up. And here we were, working together. He hasn't said anything about growing up together. I just assumed he doesn't remember.

Our teasing seems harmless enough, but it actually adds a small crack to my heart with every comment we make. With all those years of not talking to me, it didn't mean I wish he wouldn't.

I've had a small crush on him since middle school. Then again, what girl in Hawkins didn't have a crush on him?

I jumped when Steve just randomly appeared next to me. "Whoa," he laughed. "Easy there, jumpy. What's with you? You okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, clearing my throat. I was about to go clean a table that customers just left, but Steve stopped me.

"Y/N," he said, dropping his voice. "What's wrong?"

"I told you," I stuttered. "I'm fine."

Steve studied me for a few beats before finally letting go of my elbow. For the rest of our shift, I noticed Steve acting strange. He stopped flirting with girls, barely talked, and I caught him continually staring at me.

It wasn't until the mall was closed and we were going through our usual closing rituals that I decided to break the silence without making eye contact.

"Have you ever thought," I said, clearing my throat, "about just asking a girl out instead of hitting on her?"

"Is that what you would want?"

"Of course," I said, slightly stuttering. "Girls can tell when a guy is just hitting on her too. . ."

"To what?" Steve asked when I didn't continue. I sighed before finally looking at him.

"When a guy hits on a girl, it seems like the only thing he wants is to sleep with her," I explained. "We can sense it before you even say a word."

"But if he says something like, 'hey, I really like you. Would you like to go to dinner with me?', you'd think she'd say yes?"

"Of course," I shrugged, going back to sweeping and avoiding eye contact. "As long as she can tell that he's honest with her and not using it as an excuse to get in her pants then, yeah."

"Hey, I really like you. Can I take you to dinner?"

"It's that easy," I nodded.

"No," Steve said, his voice sounding kind of weird. I looked over to see Steve staring at me. There was something about the look in his eyes. . .

"Hey," he whispered, "I really like you. Can I take you to dinner?"

"Why do you keep rehearsing that?" I asked under my breath.

He closed the gap between us and slowly took the broom out of my hand and leaned it against a nearby table. He gently grabbed my hands, loose enough for me to pull them out of his grasp if I wanted to. I didn't.

"I really like you," he said even softer than before. "Can I take you to dinner?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

"We've been working together all summer," Steve said with a small smile. "You've seen me crash and burn with a lot of girls. We've joked and teased each other. I've laughed more this summer than I have in my entire life. I should be with a girl who I don't have to put on a facade with. I should be with you."

I looked away from his gaze, unable to wrap my head around anything that he's been saying. I looked down to see how delicately Steve was holding my hands.

"But I'm not like your other friends," I whispered, still looking at our hands. "I'm definitely not like Nancy Wheeler."

"That's why I like you."

The second I looked up at him, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Just like with our hands, he gave me every chance to pull away. Just like with our hands, I choose not to. Instead, I deepened it. I let go of his hands and wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

We broke the kiss, neither one of us saying anything. We leaned our foreheads against each other as we caught our breath.

"So?" He asked, his voice soft. "Can I take you to dinner?"

I nodded, biting my lip to stop the blush. I cleared my throat before asking, "Can we change first?"

My question made him laugh. "What?" He laughed. "Don't want to go on a date, looking like we just jumped out of a cartoon movie about two sailors?"

"I'd rather look like two normal high school graduates on a date."

"Me too."

[wnderkoo]

dumb bunny - jungkook oneshot

summary: in which jungkook finds himself in the middle of a classic childhood disney movie pairing: jungkook x reader genre: fluff, crack warnings: none author’s note: this was just a random thing i thought of, so i wrote it down (unedited)

In the heart of a quiet city lies an ice-cream parlour just like any other. It's a rather mundane day, and before Jungkook makes the trip back to his rather lonely apartment, he decides to stop for ice cream.

Yes, the twenty five year old man with a tattoo sleeve and piercings is getting ice cream on the way home.

The bells sing above the doorway as he enters, announcing his presence to everyone inside. The warm afternoon has more than just Jungkook looking for a sweet dessert to cool him down.

He gets in line behind a young woman, beside her an even younger child, six maybe seven. The little girl laughs at something her mother says, throwing her head back and almost knocking into Jungkook. The strikingly beautiful woman smiles apologetically at him, despite having done nothing wrong.

She grabs the child's arm, laughing softly as she ushers her forward.

Despite just sparing a glance at her, Jungkook thought she looked quite young to be a mother. Though, their same coloured hair and similar laughs couldn't have been just coincidence.

The line moves quick enough, and soon Jungkook is just a step closer to his beloved vanilla gelato.

"I want oreo!" the little girl squeals, hands and face pressed up against the glass as she ogles at the all ice-cream.

"One scoop of oreo in a cup and one scoop of vanilla in a cone please," the woman says to the employee, keeping one hand on her child to make sure she doesn't fall over in all her excitement.

It's endearing and entertaining at the same time watching the girl's eyes light up as she watches the ice-cream being scooped up and put into a cup before being laid right before her eyes.

"That'll be $8.20."

The woman reaches into her bag, digging around for her money when her face drops. A surge of panic washes over her face before she frowns, hesitantly turning to her child with a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to come back another day.."

The poor child looks devastated, bottom lip wobbling as tears well in her eyes- Jungkook would be a monster to stand back and watch her day be ruined.

"I've got it."

He steps forward, wallet already in hand as Jungkook pulls out a $10 bill.

The woman turns to him, surprised and a little embarrassed. This close, Jungkook realises she's barely up to his chin.

"Oh, please! you don't have to-" but Jungkook is already handing the money to the cashier, who accepts it.

Jungkook hands the cup of ice-cream to the little girl with a smile, and the second of hesitation on her face before she takes it is replaced with utter happiness as she takes a bite.

"Jae!" Her mother scolds her, before looking back at Jungkook.

"Thank you so much for that! Please, let me get your number so I can pay you back," she says, pulling out her phone and holding it out for Jungkook to take.

He uses a hand to lower it, shaking his head.

"There's no need, seriously."

The woman blushes, bowing slightly to show her appreciation.

"Say thank you to the nice man," she says to her child, who thanks Jungkook with a mouth full of ice-cream.

Jungkook smiles endearingly.

"No problem at all."

The woman thanks him again before they leave, and Jungkook gives her a smile before turning back to buy his own ice-cream.

Five minutes later he's walking down the street, a cone of vanilla ice cream in hand as he makes his way to the train station.

But he stops short when he sees the woman from before and Jungkook's jaw almost drops as he watches her reach into her purse and pull out a $5 bill which she hands to the street vendor before sitting down on the curb beside her kid, eating the churros that she bought with the money she supposedly didn't have.

The two of them are giggling to each other when Jungkook marches up to them, feeling utterly stupid.

"Hey woman! What the hell was that?"

The girls look up at him, then each other before they both burst out into laughter, making Jungkook even more angry.

"You scammed me!"

The woman finally stands, and Jungkook glares down at her as she approaches him, almost toe to toe when she finally looks up into his eyes.

"It's called a hustle," you smile sweetly, a mischievous glint in your honey brown eyes.

Suddenly Jungkook doesn't know whether he's meant to be angry or impressed. In all honesty, every thought flies out of his head when you're standing this close and he can notice every feature on your face, every beauty mark and tiny freckle.

"Oh my god, did you just Zootopia me?"

You laugh again, and Jungkook's resolve starts slipping even more. He feels the need to take a step back, suffocating in your presence.

"Sly fox, dumb bunny," you shrug.

"Is that even your kid?" he asks instead, nodding at the little girl still sitting on the curb munching on a churro.

"Nope, my niece." you grin wickedly, and Jungkook groans.

"This is what I get for being a good human being."

"Okay Oprah, calm down."

There's an easy smile on his face that Jungkook just can't wipe off.

Who was this beautiful, witty, woman who scammed him and why was he so attracted to her?

"I'm Yn, and if you sit down with us I'll give you a churro and maybe you'll forgive me," you don't wait for him to accept him, settling back down on the curb and grabbing a churro, turning to Jungkook and holding it up to him expectantly.

Whatever force compelling him to take it was overpowering, and soon enough Jungkook was beside you, churro in hand as he tried to figure out how it had come to this.

He tries so hard to hate the the girl next to him, she scammed him of his money! But something about you just made you impossible to be annoyed at.

"I promise that's the only time I've ever done that so please don't call the police.."

He wasn't going to anyway.

"I'm babysitting my niece today and we watched Zootopia earlier, and I thought it'd be funny to try what Nick did.. I didn't actually think it would work,"

You smile to yourself as you replay that moment in the ice cream parlour, remembering how quick Jungkook was to offer to pay. You never even interpreted it as an ego thing, something about him told you he was just that kind of person.

Jungkook is staring at the road when a ten dollar note is being shoved into his face.

"Atonement," you smile weakly when Jungkook turns to look at you rather puzzled. There's a small blush on your cheeks, he's not sure if it's embarrassment or not but either way, he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it," he chuckles softly.

A beat of silence passes as you both just take in the quiet around you, shopkeepers bringing in their signs as they close up for the day, streetlights blinking on as the sun slowly disappears over the horizon.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook sees the child, your niece, poke you inconspicuously before whispering, "Is he your boyfriend?"

Before you can ever process it, you let out a snort which makes Jungkook smile to himself as he pretends not to listen.

"Can he buy us ice-cream everyday?" she asks eagerly.

"If you ask nicely," you tease back, before hopping up and holding your hands out for your niece to grab.

"We're gonna head off before it gets totally dark," you say to Jungkook who follows you up, dusting his jeans off.

"Right.. I should probably head off too," Jungkook says.

You exchange the world's most awkward goodbye before leading your niece by the hand to the parking lot where you parked your car.

You don't know why a part of you wanted him to at least hope to see you around, but a tinge of disappointment had settled in your stomach when you walked away with just a goodbye.

You make it to your car before you hear your voice from the street.

"Wait!"

You don't know how fast you stop and turn around before Jungkook is crashing into you, an arm instantly coming around your waist to stop you from toppling over.

"Fuck- sorry!" he apologises twice for almost running you over and swearing in front of a child. Luckily she's already buckled into her seat and playing on her Ipad to notice.

"You okay?" he asks.

As if realising he's still holding you, he removes his arms letting them hang limply by his side.

"Uh, yeah.."

"I'm gonna be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here, but I just know you're witty and cool, and stunningly beautiful- I would be stupid to let you go without any way of ever seeing you again."

His admission has your cheeks burning, and you look away to hide how much it affects you.

"Not that I'm expecting anything, unless you are, 'cause in that case I'd definitely- you know what, this was so stupid and I'm probably creeping you out.. I'm so sorry, I'll leave, sorry again," you can't help but laugh as he turns away embarrassed, about to walk off when you grab his wrist and pull him back.

The low light masks his blush, and only Jungkook can feel the way his cheeks heat under your soft smile. "Give me your phone, dumb bunny."

It's comical how fast Jungkook tears his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you and watching eagerly as you type in your number.

"Text me next time you're getting ice cream," you grin as you hand the phone back to him.

Jungkook smiles at you through the window as you climb into the driver's seat, and in the back seat is the little girl who's life he might have changed today, waving at him with the biggest smile on her face.

He didn't need to be Oprah to know he made someone happy today.

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[howlingday]

What is Jaune reaction when first meets Roman or Neo and what does he do and what does his Pokémon do?

"Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen..." Jaune counted the packs of Pokémon feed he carried in his bag as he walked slowly along the wall, away from the city street. It was his turn to do the shopping this week, so he bought the essentials. Food, medicine, grooming tools, and other every day needs for both his friends and their Pokémon.

"Twenty." He nodded. "Okay, time to head home." He stopped along the wall and opened his backpack, placing the bag inside the sack. It was large, but he made it fit.

As he zipped it shut, he heard a bell ringing, slowly but loudly. He looked up to see a man across the street rattling a small, metal rod inside of a small, golden bell. The sign explained the purpose of this man and his actions.

"Oh! Ice cream!" Jaune stood up, slinging the backpack over his shoulder. With no line ahead, he began reaching for his wallet.

"No need." The man behind the cart said. He was wearing odd attire for an ice cream salesman. He didn't wear an apron, but a long, white trenchcoat, and a black bowler with a red band. Underneath that was a curtain of red hair, which clashed with his brown mustache. "This one's on the house."

"Really?" It was bad for business, but Jaune wasn't going to tell him that. He's probably been doing this for years, so he shrugged, sure the man knew what he was doing. "One scoop of vanilla, please."

"Coming right up!" One scoop out of the cart, perfectly placed on the cone. "Here you go. Have a lovely day."

"Thanks!" Jaune walked away, but didn't make it past the alley when he heard crying. Looking in, he saw a little girl bawling at the end of the alley. He looked back to see the ice cream cart, and the man who ran it, was nowhere to be found.

Adjusting his pack, he stepped further inside. As he approached, the girl stopped crying. She looked up, revealing a pink and brown eye. He knelt down to her.

"Are you okay?" Jaune noticed reached out to her. She snapped, and he fell back as his fingers narrowly missed the sharp fangs of the girl in front of him. The air around her shifted, and her body wavered and morphed into that of a tall, bipedal Pokémon, with long white fur with red markings. It looked like a Zoroark, but not one he's ever seen.

It stepped closer, forcing Jaune to scramble to his feet. It growled, claws twitching as it approached. Jaune knew this one was hostile, unlike how shy Zoroarks usually are. With no Crocea Mors, he weighed his options.

He could fight, and likely lose, or run, and likely get caught. Neither option seemed viable.

It was at this point he noticed how sticky his hand became. Shifting the ice cream to the other hand, he examined his freed fingers.

The Zoroark sniffed, then drew closer. They licked his finger, delighting in the taste.

"Oh, you like that?" Jaune asked. He held out his cone. "Here."

They took the cone into it's claws and carefully lapped up the white, frozen but melting dairy from the cone. Jaune, cautious but curious, reached out and pet the Zoroark. It flinched, growling, forcing Jaune to retreat his hand. But foolish as he was, he tried again, and the Zoroark ignored him this time.

He stroked their fur, cooing as he did. "That's it. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Gah!" A voice shouted behind him. He turned to see the salesman from before, now without a mustache, gesturing at Jaune and the Zoroark to a shorter woman at his side. "Neo! I thought that thing didn't like strangers!"

The woman, Neo, shrugged, looking as confused as the man himself. With a crunch, Jaune looked behind him to see the Zoroark had devoured the frozen treat, lick it's fur clean around it's lips.

"Is this your Zoroark?" The woman nodded. "They're beautiful. Are they not from this region?" She shook her head. "Wow... Are they from Kanto, or Hoenn? I've only been to Sinnoh, and I know they're native to Unova. Maybe Kalos or Galar?" At each suggestion, Neo shook her head. "That's too much fur for Alola, even for the mountains." The woman spread her arms wider. "Even further? Wow..."

"Alright, kid!" The man spoke. "Geography lesson is over, and this mugging is a bust, so scram."

"You were going to rob me?" Jaune asked, suddenly mortified. "How?"

"Hush was supposed to knock you out, but then you had to go and befriend it."

"Them." Jaune glared. "Pokémon aren't tools to call it."

"You're right. They're not tools." The man kicked his cane up and spread his arms wide. "They're the same as you and every other poor sap who walks in here. Either a stooge or a henchman. Honestly, it depends how much I respect you." Jaune's glare deepened. "Oh, don't give me that look. I treat my henchman well enough. Definitely better than stooges like you."

"I can't say I fully agree, but thank you for letting me go." Jaune walked past them.

"Who's saying I'm letting you go?" Roman held a cane up. Suddenly, a shadow cast over Jaune. Hush growled at Jaune. No, wait. Their eyes looked past Jaune. "What's your problem?"

Neo waved Hush over, and the Zoroark obeyed. She then waved good-bye as Jaune continued. Roman sighed, shaking his head. Once he rounded the corner, Melodic Cudgel floated down, holding Roman's scroll.

"Well, well, looks like the plan worked after all." He took his scroll and patted the Lampent on the head. "Cinder's gonna want this."

Neo tugged his coat, then pointed to her open mouth. Roman rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you can have your ice cream now."

[limenysnocket]

Attention and Company

I couldn't help myself. @honorarytenenbaum

Summary: Sometimes you need someone to chill with, and that's okay. Maybe that person is your boyfriend who also gets a little roughed up at work sometimes. Pubs can sustain you both for only so long, but what you really need is to curb yourselves in the mall parking lot, right next to a shaved ice food truck.

Warnings: Just some light swearing, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and some brief mentions to "raunchy" behavior. This is a soft fic for y'all tonight, out here needin' some gentle lovin'.

A/N: Got some lonely feelings right now. I just wanna hug someone, dude. Yo, we could totally watch a movie over discord sometime... maybe.

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Today sucked. Flat out. The bags under your eyes didn't lie, and now here you were, outside of your studio, sitting on the hood of your car, eating a granola bar to stave off hunger for a few more hours. Hopefully.

You pull your phone from your pocket, looking at the time for a moment, then looking at your screensaver. It was the only thing that could make you smile. You had your arm wrapped around one of your closets friends, Taika, and the phone didn't capture it, but he had his arm wrapped around your waist. His curls were all messed up, and the picture perfectly showed how drunk you both were by the fuzzy pink on your cheeks. It was 99 cent beer night at one of the local pubs, and unlike the first one held at a baseball game, all went well.

Of course, there was a limit to how much the two of you were allowed to drink, but that didn't stop the many failed attempts at stealing other people's drinks while they were looking away, just to get a taste more. Didn't matter that you guys were eventually thrown out of the bar for breaking rules and coming close to breaking a few faces, you had a great night.

That night also lead to a few other places, including his hotel room, but that end of the story has to be saved for another time.

Instead of staring at your phone for another century, you decide to unlock it and dial the man up. You knew he was somewhere around here, either charming his way onto another movie set to mess with his rich friends, or getting his tired ass kicked by daylight savings.

His number was saved to your favorites, so dialing him was quick and easy. The wait for him to pick up didn't last long either.

"Talk to me..."

God, his voice sounds like one big yawn. Looks like he needs a bit of perking up too.

"I've got two curbside tickets to eat a snow cone and watch kids do loops on their bikes in the parking lot. One of those tickets has your name on them," you grin, despite sounding exhausted too. The day really made you strain your voice.

His musical laughter really makes the sun look brighter from its low position in the sky.

"That's oddly specific... where would these magical tickets take me afterwards?" He had cocked his eyebrows up and leaned against his office door while he spoke to you.

"If this were a booty call, I would have told you already, Taik," you snort and tease him. "So, it's either make yourself fat on some weirdly flavored snow cone, or take your horny-ass home."

"Okay, okay... I'd like to make myself fat for a night, as long as your there," his voice is dreamy, desperate and warm. "You there already?"

"Nope," your lips pop the p, "but I'm nearby."

"I swear to God, if you're talking and driving, I'm gonna whoop your ass," Taika stood up, acting serious when he was just really worried about your safety in general.

"I'm not, I'm fine," you laugh again. "Not even in the car. Sitting on it though, trying to convince the world's sexiest man to go out with me again."

"And you said this wasn't a booty call," he retorts over the phone, making you playfully glare at the asphalt on the road. It's like he's in front of you.

"You coming or not?" you change the subject and you hear him laugh again, but softer.

"Yeah... I'll be there in a few minutes, gorgeous."

He always made goodbyes so easy. Maybe it was because you both knew you would be seeing each other again, no matter what circumstances you were thrown into. But the dial tone still had its effects.

You slip off the hood of your car, and take a seat in the driver's seat. The warm summer air makes your skin glow, and your brain went fuzzy only imagining it doing the same to Taika.

The drive feels so quiet. For a moment, you actually thought about calling him again, but you knew for a fact that he wouldn't pick up if he was driving.

As predicted, kids are zooming around on their bikes, showing off to their friends or trying to be cool, even though they all were obviously teary-eyed each time they scraped a knee. It was amusing to you and Taika, especially when some of the older boys would try to catch your attention and zip past you and Taika. It ended up being a heckle fest in the end, and some kid always went home with his butt hurt.

Keys and wallet in hand, you trek to the small, blue trailer tucked in the corner of the parking lot.

"Damn, you must have beat me here by just a few seconds," Taika calls, rustling his way through the small spaces between a couple of cars.

"Well, you've never been a speed demon type, so last place is your calling when it comes to racing," you guwaf and grin at him. He rolls his eyes and comes to walk right next to you.

"I pride myself on road safety," he hums, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You glance at him from the side, just to silently check up on him. His hair was tousled and his eyes were resteless. It looks like he had it rough from the start. He had struggled to get dressed this morning, but picked the most eccentric clothes in his closet to make up from his lack of sleep.

"Dare you to try the dill pickle flavor this time," his cocky tone wakes you up.

"Like hell I will," you snort as you finally reach the trailer, where a teen boy happily greets the both of you.

"Oh come on, it'll be funny," he eggs you on, his bottom lip pouting.

"Keep trying to make me get dill pickle, and the next time we have a movie night together, I'm getting the pizza," you sniff and he rolls his eyes. He thinks it is an odd threat. "And I'm making it all Hawaiian pizza." That got his attention.

"Bull shit, you would never. Not on a perfectly good pizza!" He gasps.

"Oh, just watch me, pineapple boy," you snicker and point to his pineapple print shorts. You break conversation to order two piña colada flavored snow cones. Taika usually took for-fucking-ever when it came to picking a single flavor, so ever since the second time you've been out here with him, he assigned you to choose for him. He usually got what you got.

Now, you wait.

You plop yourself down on the curb, as you promised, and he joined you with a long, loud groan. You give him a bewildered stare, wondering if his age had really gotten him this much. He smiles at you through a wince.

"Sat on my keys," he wheezes and chuckles at his own stupidity under his breath.

Your eyes float down to where he pulls out his keys and you start giggling quietly.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure you've done the same thing," Taika says, not handling the fact that you have new material to mess with him, and also trying to get some stories out of you.

"Well yeah, but I don't sit down as violently as you do," you prod his bicep, and he laughs.

"Such a lady. Must sit down gracefully and slowly," he says, mocking an English accent, but he was horrible at accents so of course it was bad. You smack his bicep this time, and he playfully flinches, like it hurt.

"I really need to get you into some accent classes or some shit, before you get your teeth knocked out," you shake your head with a smile.

"What? I think I'm great at accents. My American accent is the best one yet, don't you think?" He smirks at you, and proceeds to demonstrate. "All you have to do is put an 'er' at the end of everything, right? That's totally how they speak around here."

"I would be careful, Mr. Waititi. Could get in some trouble if you say that too loudly," you roll your eyes, and he sighs. Yeah. Things were going to shit in LA. It was clear to everyone, but what could two hollywood producers do to stop things like that? Keep making films, you guess.

"Two, large piña coladas!"

You look up, and so does he.

"I'll get them," you volunteer, but he places his hand on your shoulder before you could get up.

"Let me," he speaks softly, in a damn near whisper.

He stands up and strides right over to the trailer with so much confidence, you're envious. He comes back with two large styrofoam cups in hand, spoons, and a warm smile. His smile was always warm. It set fire in your belly.

He sits down a bit more carefully this time, even though his car keys were sitting in the grass, far away from his landing zone. He hands you your cup and a spoon.

"Do these have alcohol in them?" He nudges you with your elbow and you shake your head.

"As if they would let a seventeen-year-old serve alcoholic beverages," you throw in logic.

"I dunno... ever been to a ballpark before? Pretty sure some of those kids are way too young to be peddling there too, but that doesn't stop people from hiring them," he says while pointing his spoon at you.

"Fair point," you finish, then look at your snow cone. You decide to start eating before it melts.

Silence swarms the air, but comfortably. There's the occasional murmur of cicadas or humming cars drowning them out. Birds would land on the scorching asphalt to pick at whatever crumbs were left by other patrons, before fluttering away at the sight of a zooming bike getting too close for comfort.

Taika will point out a few of the kids doing tricks. He picks his favorites for the night, and he keeps himself busy by watching them. You, on the other hand, are occupied with him. You examine him from the tips of his dirty white chucks, to his frazzled hairdo.

"You look like shit," you mutter. He barely pays you mind and that comment was hardly acknowledged. It was like the air had gone a bit stiffer. He was hiding something from you.

"What's going on, Taik?" you worry. He never kept things from you, unless they were hard to bear.

He sets his cup down and holds his hands together. He looks so tired. So solemn.

"Today was total shit," he whispers and runs a hand through his hair.

"Well, yeah, I get that. I wouldn't have known if you had looked a little spiffier," you say, reaching out and gently tucking a curl on his forehead back in place with all the rest of its friends.

"Look, I--..." he says, turning to you, lips parted slightly, and a yearning sensation bubbling from the tips of his fingers as he rests a single hand on you.

There were tough times with the occupancy you both, willingly, chose. The hardest part about it was making friends, or making love, then finding out you have to leave it behind for a new location the next morning.

"I have to leave... for Sydney..." he says, reaching to gently take your cheek into the palm of his hand.

"When?" you manage, though you were clearly becoming upset.

"In a few weeks. Thor is waiting for me," he sighs, barely able to look at you while his thumb rubbed your ample cheek.

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"I don't want to leave you," he says, tilting your head up just the slightest bit. "And I don't want to stop loving you."

Your eyes search his for a moment, wide and a bit confused.

"I thought you said we were just a fling with--"

He cuts you off, "A fling with benefits. I know..." he sighs again, "but every time I find myself waiting for you to call on a shitty day, each time you rest your head on my shoulder, all the times you smile at me and tease me, I find myself falling... more in love with you." He has to pause to breathe.

It's so quiet. Dangerously quiet.

"What happens if I love you too...?" you muster your courage, and look right into his expressive, brown eyes.

"I don't know," he says to you, thumb still rubbing circles.

"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" you breathe, and he nods.

Still as statues, you wait for words to touch the air. It's only when his foot makes a wrong move and knocks over his snow cone, does the tension break.

His bottom lip pouts for him again and you quietly pick his spoon up off the ground. You clean it on your shirt and hand it to him, all before taking your cup, and holding it out to share. He smiles down at you, taking his spoon from your hand and sticking it into the shaved ice.

Your head leans against his shoulder when the sun disappears behind the mall building.

"I love you too," you whisper.

"I know," he says back, sucking at the tip of his spoon.

"Think we can keep this up over the phone?" you ask, wondering about a brief virtual relationship, just until one of you catches a break.

"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" he says, lowering his spoon, wrapping his arm around you, and giving you his full attention.

[liberty-barnes]

Tom being in love with your baby niece

Tom Holland x Female!Reader

Prompt: You meet Tom at a hospital and he’s immediately infatuated with the little girl in your lap (inspired by this video I found on tiktok)

Warnings: F L U F F, Tom being amazing with kids, mentions of alcoholic/drug addict mother, mentions of child abandonment, but overall fluff and feel good story

Word Count: 2379 words (this was supposed to be short but oh well)

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: me, sweating profusely: calm down, just finish writing this, you are stronger than your baby fever, you are too young to have a child CALM TF DOWN

Masterlist

So, funny story, you met at the hospital

Tom had dislocated his shoulder while doing a backflip *dejected sigh*

And you were just trying to keep your baby niece calm while waiting for the nurse to come get you

You were sitting on the bed, Tom was right next to you, only a curtain separating you

But there was a tiny crack near the end from where it was pulled too far

And when you pressed Olivia closer to your chest, her head resting on your shoulder, she made eye contact with him

He saw her tear-filled eyes

(broke his heart)

So he started to make funny faces at her

Which made her start to giggle and coo and make grabby hands towards him

You turned around, visibly confused because hellooo she was just crying a second ago and now she’s???laughing???

And then you saw him

oh shit he’s hot

He smiled at you

You smiled back, cause what else are you supposed to do?

He got up and pushed the curtains back 

And sat on the chair instead

Still on his side of the curtain

But looking at you straight in the eye now

“So... what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a nasty place like this?”

Poor boy thought he was smooth

But he rested his weight on his injured arm

(that idiot) 

And it lead to him hissing in pain and cradling his shoulder with a pout while you laughed

“Fell down the stairs and twisted my ankle. You?”

“Dislocated my shoulder while doing a backflip.”

Meanwhile Liv was now resting on your lap

Looking at him with a smile on her face

And clapping while he smiled at made funny faces at her again

But then he noticed you were watching

And he was kinda making a fool of himself in front of you

(cue the blushing)

(so cute)

So you decided to help him out a little

"Thanks for putting her in a good mood again."

"No problem... is she yours?"

He didn't want to seem rude so he kept the judgment out of his voice, but you seemed a bit young to have a kid already.

"Nah, she's my niece"

"Oh, okay... Why'd you bring her to the hospital with you? It must be hard having to take care of a kid and get your ankle checked."

You looked a bit sad for a while.

"My sister left her with me as soon as I turned eighteen. My parents were never in the picture so it's been me and her for almost a year now."

"I'm sorry..."

"'S okay. Besides, at least I'm not alone all the time you now? I mean, it's hard to take care of a 13 month-old, but at least I know she won't grow up like I did... afraid... wondering if her mom was gonna come home drunk or half-dressed with another guy on her tail, wishing her sister would let her sleep on the bed instead of locking herself up with her boyfriend there."

He watched you smile as you looked down at the little girl in your arms that seemed to be a perfect reflection of you.

That was the moment he fell in love with you

Dark circles under your eyes and all

He got your number (yay!!) and had to work (read: pester you) for two weeks before you agreed to go out on a date with him.

Liv stayed with Harrison (after you checked that he was a good babysitter)

He took you to a nice little restaurant near the beach

They served giant burgers

Which you liked at lot

Conversation was easy 

He asked you what you were currently doing

"I'm working as a waitress in a little diner downtown."

He also found out you were doing online college to get your creative writing degree.

You told him about your family life. 

How your dad died in a car accident when you were three. 

How your mom was an alcoholic junkie and OD'd when you were fifteen.

How your nineteen-year-old sister had to take care of you for there on out. 

How she left soon after you graduated high school and left you with a three-month-old baby to take care of.

In turn, he told you all about his life

How he became an actor and got his big break as Spider-Man

He told you about his family and how much he misses them

How thankful he is to have Haz with him

You excused yourself to the bathroom just before dessert

And that bastard took advantage of that tiny window to pay the bill

You scolded him for that obviously

And tried to pay him back

He laughed and said no

Then he bought you a giant cotton candy

"Tom, seriously I can pay for my own stuff."

"I know but I like spoiling you."

You finished the cotton candy together while strolling down the beach

Then once it was done he threw out the cone and took your hand

The sun was just setting so it was like a picture-perfect moment

So he took advantage of that and kissed you

(so cliche)

You tasted like strawberry from your chapstick

The cotton candy you just had

You tasted like sweetness

And comfort

And home

You started dating officially not long after that

And that's when it all really started

You knew he was good with kids

That first day at the hospital told you as much

But you didn't expect him to be this good

Olivia was very much in love with him

They were practically glued at the hip

She constantly wanted hugs from him

He took her to the park and threw her up in the air while she squealed in delight

He picked her up and carried her while you were making dinner so she didn't feel left out

She sat on his back while he did push-ups

He'd kiss her nose every time he did a sit-up

They would have kissing contests

He kissed her cheek

She kissed his back 

Then he kissed hers again

And so on

Her first word was Tommy

You'd never seen him so happy

You, on the other hand, were not

"I raised you on my own ever since you were three months old and this is the thanks I get?"

They'd often fall asleep together on the couch

Your camera roll was full of photos of them sleeping

Her favorite thing to do was grab him by the sides of his head and kiss his curls

(a d o r a b l e)

He helped you plan the perfect birthday party for her

"Only the best for my best girl"

"I thought I was your best girl"

"Only the best for either of my best girls but in this case the youngest one"

She loved it

You're pretty sure he loved it more

But who can say for sure?

On your six month anniversary, he told you he loved you and that he had no plans on ever leaving you two.

He forced you to quit your job at the diner

"You're overworking yourself. I have more than enough money to take care of all of us and that way you'll be able to focus on your studies and travel with me since you do online college. Everybody wins."

So you went wherever he went

Including filming for Infinity War/Endgame

He took you to set one day

Everybody loved you

But as always, Olivia stole the show

They passed her around like a little doll

She loved the attention

It was quite funny seeing such a tiny baby being held by the mountain of a man that is Chris Hemsworth

She only referred to Chris Evans as 'Cap'

And Robert would forever be 'Tony'

But they didn't mind one single bit

"She just looks so cute when she says it, I can't be mad at her."

You met his family when the filming ended and he went back to London

Dom was ecstatic to finally have a little girl to take care of

"At least she laughs at my jokes, not like those idiots"

"You can leave her with us whenever you want"

Nikki was very happy to have one more girl in her corner

"I swear, if I hear one more second of golf talk, I'll go nuts"

Harry loved taking pictures of Liv

"She's just so photogenic, it's so easy"

You learned a lot of recipes from Sam

"Finally someone that won't wreck my kitchen and taint my food's good name"

Paddy liked playing with Liv and Tessa in the backyard

"It's nice to take care of someone for a change, I'm always the one being babied"

You made your relationship public while you were in London, a year and a half after you started dating

The public loved you

Because he just couldn't help but brag

And Tom with kids is the content the fans live for

tomhotland: omgggg they're so cuteee

spideysbae: the heart eyes thoooo

peterpprotectionsquad: i hereby declare that Olivia is the cutest baby to have ever existed and she must be protected at all costs

He took you to the Far From Home premiere

Your dress matched his suit

The fans went crazy

Olivia was living her best life in her little red and black dress

She'd gotten used to the flashes after Harry's numerous photoshoots

So she was just smiling and clapping a lot

The paparazzi loved her

The interviewers kept asking about you two

"(Y/N)'s the love of my life and Olivia's the sweetest baby I've ever known, I couldn't love her more if she was my own"

"So, do I hear wedding bells ringing?"

"Well, you never know"

That caught your attention for a second but you let it go in favor of posing with Liv after the paps all but begged you to

"Livvy say bye-bye"

She sent a kiss a said bye-bye in all her baby glory

They awed so much

His Instagram was filled with pictures of the three of you

Zendaya took a bunch of selfies with her as well

"Our dresses match, I have no choice"

She kept pretty quiet during the movie

But hugged Tom especially hard when she saw him cry on the big screen

The next morning, you were all over the headlines

"The sweetest little family in Hollywood"

On your third anniversary, he took you on a week-long trip to Bora Bora

Liv stayed with his parents

He took you on a walk to the beach

(déjà vu much?)

And proposed

Clumsily, but he proposed

How can a proposal be clumsy, you ask?

Well, he kneeled on a rock at first

"Ow! Fuck my knee, hold on a second"

Then he kept stuttering because he was so nervous

And in the end (after you said yes and he checked about five times cause "Wait seriously?") he started freaking out cause the ring didn't fit

But she wears the ring I used as a reference all the time!

"Um, Tom?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"The ring's supposed to go on my other hand..."

Ah, that explains it

The wedding was simple but beautiful

Livvy was the flower girl cause she wanted to throw petals in the air

Tessa brought the rings

His heart almost stopped when he saw you walk down the aisle

He was convinced you'd never looked more beautiful than that day at the premiere when your clothes matched 

But right now, looking at your smile and how gorgeous you looked in that dress, he realized he was wrong

He sniffled, trying to hold his tears, but Haz just handed him a tissue

"I came prepared"

You two adopted Liv

She was your daughter anyway, you just made it official

She started calling you 'mommy' and 'daddy'

"She called me 'daddy'."

Oh, the tears

To Tom's great delight, she started picking up a British accent, as she grew

It didn't help that she stayed at Nikki and Dom's all the time when you started teaching at a university in London

So they dialed they're British-ness up to eleven so she'd pick up on the accent

"Mummy, what's for pudding?"

Good Lord

After two years of trying, you found out Tom was unable to have kids

He cried a lot, and felt like he failed

You shut him up with a kiss and immediately mentioned adoption

"There are hundreds of children begging for a home and parents to love them."

You adopted an eight-year-old boy named Lucas and his five-year-old sister Cleo

Olivia loved having another girl her age

They had tea parties

And played dress-up

And forced Lucas to play the prince

You taught them to bake so they could have cookies for their tea party

And Tom found himself often ambushed in one of their games

"No, daddy, you gotta pretend that the big bad dragon took you so we can save you."

They rolled around on the floor and made 'pew pew' noises to imitate guns

Lucas was always quieter

He was your little angel

You two were very close

He shared your love for writing and literature

As well as cooking, to Uncle Sam's greatest delight

You often sat down on the couch, the five of you (and Tessa, obviously) and someone read a book out loud, while the others just laid back and listened

Cleo became very interested in Uncle Harry's camera and took a bunch of photos of her sister and her dad with the polaroid camera she got for her seventh birthday

Olivia still loved the attention and remained the bright and photogenic child she'd always been

She became a model, to no one's surprise

Cleo became a freelance photographer, which allowed her to fulfill her dream of traveling the world while taking pictures and earning good money

Lucas became one of Hollywood's best and brightest screenwriters

But everyone still made time for each other

Attending every single one of Liv's fashion shows

Every time Cleo showcased her pictures in a gallery, they were the first ones there

All of Lucas' films

Going to all of Tom's premieres and wearing matching clothes, per Liv and Cleo's request

"It's for the aesthetic"

Everyone was happy

And life was good

i’m pretty happy now, ngl

i need a Tom in my life

[acciocriativity]

Tetrachromat II || Harry Potter

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Summary: How would Cedric react when he discovers your little superpower?  

Word Count: 1,5k

N / A: Tetrachromatism or tetrachromacy comes from the mixture of two words of Greek origin,"tetra"means "four" and "Chroma" which means "color". A tetrachromat person has 4 cell cones, instead of 3, which is more common and this makes him sensitive to a wider color spectrum. 

Part I

 It was exactly two weeks ago that Cedric and I were going out, as I worked as a teacher and he was trying to follow his father’s steps at the Ministry, we agreed to meet on the weekends and in the meantime we exchanged several letters. 

Today is a Friday and I was expecting the last father to pick up her daughter so I could lock the classroom and go home. 

- Miss Wright, look at my drawing! It’s you! - The smiling girl got up from the plastic chair and came running excitedly to my table. 

- It is beautiful my love, you will be an incredible artist in the future - I replied with a smile, giving a brief pat on the top of her tiny head before she waddled back to her place. 

I took one last look at the stick pink woman before folding it carefully, but something caught my attention before I put the paper in my folder, it was as if my world had been filled with colors all at once.  

- Cedric? - before I knew it, my legs guided me to the half-open door, where he had knocked a few seconds after I recognized his presence.

My mind passed through a whirlwind of thoughts but my mouth did not open once. 

- I didn't think I was going to surprise you at that point - the sincere smile remained on his face - your father brought me, lucky me that he was home at this time - I could see a different gleam in his eyes when he looked at my dear student. 

She was looking at us since the door opened, her curiosity would not allow her to miss a second of the scene that passed before her eyes. 

- Is that your boyfriend, Miss Wright? He's more handsome than I expected - I felt the redness take over my cheeks and it didn't seem to matter to them. 

- Cedric Diggory at your service, and what's your name, miss? - he said as he approached the round table where the little girl was still seated, and then he held out his hand towards her, leaning about her height.  

- Marie - her little hand found his and her face was not far from mine, his charm could even conquer a stone and worst of all, he was aware of it. 

- It is a pleasure to meet you Marie - he straightened his posture and walked slowly to the nearest wall, decorated with various drawings and activities that we had done during this year, analysing them carefully. 

My agitation was gradually fading and again the silence reigned in the room for a few seconds, someone else was present with a knock on the door. 

- Daddy! - the man’s face lit up when he saw that little ray of sunlight running to embrace him and for a few seconds I witnessed a kind of love that is not found anywhere. 

- Hi my love - he picked her up with only one hand while the other was busy holding a black briefcase with no details - I'm sorry for the delay, Miss Wright, it won't happen twice.

- No problem Mrs. Jones, I understand that sometimes work is really complicated. Have a nice day and see you tomorrow Marie - I waved and the last thing I saw was her little hands waving back before the door was closed. 

I noticed a movement behind me and then I remembered that I was not alone as usual, when I turned around I found Cedric sitting in my chair, dedicating his attention to the drawing in his hands. 

- You forgot to mention that you worked with extremely adorable children - he didn't look up to speak to me, still focused on the paper.

- I am quite sure that I wrote this at some point, although most of the time it is the complete opposite. You were lucky today - I replied calmly approaching him with a small smile. 

- Does this mean that I should come again ?? - his hands went around my waist and brought me closer to him, even though he was still sitting on the chair. 

- Hmmm, considering that the whole class will end up knowing that anyway, why not? You didn't tell me you were good with children - I said as my fingers roamed through his locks.

- I didn't know it myself, it seems that it is a new talent discovered. You can make me your assistant any of these days - his expression was calm and satisfied, at a point I hadn't seen yet.      

- I'm going to think of a way for the coordinator don't deny this idea, but for now, we have to go Ced - I spoke seriously but I didn't try to get out of that hug, which is one of the best hugs I ever had the chance to receive. 

- Doesn't someone have to come clean before that? - His voice was muffled because his face was pressed against my belly while his arms remained firm around me. 

- The class is spotless, so it's not necessary, but I'll only be able to move if you let me go… Cedric! - I laughed softly as soon as I saw his expression of disappointment but he soon let me go. 

It was already around 4 o'clock, the sun was covered by clouds in the sky and a cool wind gently blew the leaves from the trees. I didn't realize that Cedric had stopped walking, as I was still enjoying the calm until I heard him. 

- How did you know I was at the door? - I turned around with a frown, finally noticing the distance between us.

- What do you mean? - questioning was my first instinct but soon the realization passed through my face, so he had heard me. 

- You guessed it was me at the door, how did you do that? You are not secretly a witch, are you? - his long steps soon reached where I was, his gaze never left my face. 

- Well, I already thought about that possibility but unfortunately not. I was waiting for the moment to tell you that. It's a little difficult to explain ... - Ced remained silent but took my hand.

- I have a rather special feature, not the talent of guessing things, but I see the world in a different way - I took a deep breath before continuing - the colors work differently for people like me.

- And how is this related to the fact that you see through the walls? - the amusement in his voice made me smile.

- I saw your colors first, this is the hard part to explain but basically everything here has color around itself, including both of us - I was unsure of what to expect from him, considering that many people considered me a liar or a freak when I told them this fact about me.  

- Really?? This is like a superpower! Why didn’t you mention it before? This sounds pretty cool - his face went through several emotions at the same time, but none close to what I expected. 

- Well, not many people know about it, I didn't know what your reaction would be - without trying, I was smiling broadly. 

- And what are my colors? It would be quite ironic if one of them is yellow - again his right arm found its way to my shoulders and we started walking again. 

- I've never seen this before, but you're all of them Ced. It was the first thing that caught my attention about you - the surprise on your face was evident and he smirked. 

- All of them? Well, that explains why you barely managed to take your eyes off me when we first met - and then I stopped walking. 

- What?? Certainly not, I remember the exact opposite of that - I crossed my arms looking at him and he had the audacity to laugh

- It is so easy to provoke you, come on missy anger, we have a date to go to - he took my hand and guided me far away from there.  

Later on, while we were eating, this topic returned and I confessed that people's negative reaction had made me extremely insecure and so, whenever possible, I tried to live like a normal person would. 

- You will never be normal but the way you see the world makes you more beautiful in my eyes and in the eyes of those who care about you too. It can be difficult but let's focus on that - he told me with his usual sweet voice and loving eyes. 

And in that moment, for the first time, I completely understood why he was a rainbow to me. 

Harry Potter Masterlist

[enchantedtomeethyun]

Cruel Summer: Part Two

Warnings: language

Pairing : Chan x reader

Walking down the hall of the hotel I wished he would chase me. I imagined him to confess right before I walked out. He would say " you're so much more to me." Then I would look at him and he would look at me and see me and not my body. I quickly made it to the elevator looking at my hand holding the room key.

"Fuck..." I muttered. Standing in the elevator my mind replayed the last moment. His face was facing downwards so I couldn't see how he felt. But he knew how I felt. I made it so obvious in that moment. He wouldn't want anything to do with me now. Not after that. Get tangled up with someone who had feelings for him when he didn't feel the same. He won't call me I thought. He won't text me and this will end here. A not so happy ending to my night. What started out with stolen stares and secret meetings turned into a dramatic exit of a side hoe. I'm ridiculous. I really thought he would just chase me and confess. I'm more delusional than I thought.

The elevator dings and I step out looking around the lobby one last time. I recall the moments we shared in different places. Our first night when he was getting us the room he looked so nervous it was endearing. The concierge picked up on what was happening and figured we were a young couple finally able to break away from our parents for a night commenting "Have a night away you too and I wish you a happy future." To which Chan blushed and bowed. Moments like that made me feel like we were a couple and it felt so right.

Walking to my car I remember the first time he kissed me. It was raining and I was looking for my umbrella in the back seat. He laughed behind me already holding it and keeping us dry.

"Chan! Why didn't you tell me I've been rummaging for four minutes now!" I said annoyed but smiling.

"I figured you would figure out since you're not wet from the rain." He laughed pulling me in.

"You just wanted to look at my butt I bet!" I said playfully slapping his arm.

"You caught me!" He laughed holding my face in his free hand. "You caught me.." he mumbled looking in my eyes longingly as he moved toward my face kissing me.

A single tear ran down my face knowing this is the last time I'll see him. That's the thing about illicit affairs.. they show their truth one single time and then they die. A billion little times.

I step into my car and sigh defeated. I'm stupid. I'm stupid. I'm stupid. If I stayed and kept my mouth shut everything would be fine right now. But no I had to make a scene and now I can't even think of him without hating myself. I check my phone for any sign of a second chance with Chan. The screen was blank with no notifications. I guess I never mattered to him.

I hear a tapping on my window which scared me a bit and I roll it down to see a figure standing at my door.

"Hey ma'am there's someone who's been following you to your car just to let you know. I've been watching on the security cameras he took the elevator after you and followed you out here. He's sitting over there by the vending machines." A man in a security uniform tells me.

I look over to the vending machine to see a dark figure leaning on it but looking away.

"Oh ok thank you sir." I said as he walked back into the hotel through the security door.

How peculiar I thought. Maybe it was him.. I felt a sudden jolt and got out of my car leaving my things inside. I locked it and approached the figure slowly. My feet on the gravel making my foot steps known the figure turns around.

"Christopher?" I asked waiting for him to smile at me and walk towards me. But the man stood still. Maybe he didn't hear me. I approached him closer asking again.

"Christopher is that you? I didn't think you would come out here and" my sentence stopped once I realized it was not him. The Man standing there held a camera and wore a grimace. My head beat was in my throat at this point and I froze.

"So you know Bangchan huh?" The man said his face appeared but he was wearing a face mask so I couldn't make out his full face.

"Uhh no no I was just looking for someone else my brother ran away.." I panicked backing away.

"That's not what these picture tell me. I've been watching you two for a few months now. I know everything." The man said confidently.

"Why didn't you sell the pictures then?" I asked quietly.

"Cause I knew I could sell them better with a story. How's the headline "stray kids bangchan's secret affair ends sour". He said laughing.

"Or how about "exclusive interview with leader of stray kids Fuck doll" he laughed again.

I didn't know what to say. I simply just began to cry. Not only did I lose Chan. But I ruined his career.

The camera flashed at me and all I could do was stand there and cry. The entrance opened and the manager came into to see what was the commotion. Shooing away the camera man he walked me to my car and asked me questions. But to be honest I don't remember anything.

I woke up the next morning in bed. My tear stained cheeks told me it was not a dream and it all clearly happened. I reached for my phone to check the time.

1:58 am

I look around in the dark and smell a familiar scent. Sitting up quickly I waited a second for my eyes to adjust to the night. How did I end up here? All I remember is the flashes of the camera and stumbling to my car with the help of the hotel manager but am I home? I hear something stir behind me and I then piece together everything. I'm still with Chan?

My shocked breath and jerk of my body awoke Chan who seemed awake almost immediately.

"Chris..." is all I could say. He breathed out deeply and sat up.

"Is it ok if I turn on the light?" He asks me and I nod assuming his eyes are adjusted like mine.

He rolls over the turn on the table lamp and rolls back over looking at me with sorrow in his eyes.

"I know you don't want to talk but you don't have to.." he began.

"All I ask is you listen.." he said taking a deep breath and looking at me.

We sat in front of each other. Our legs crossed and our eyes looking into eachothers. The mood felt serious and I wasn't sure about how to feel. It never felt this way with him.

"I want to apologize first.. I never meant for it to end up this way. I know you might think badly of me I can tell by your body language but I'm unsure why to be honest." I felt my blood begin to heat. He doesn't know why?

"I feel energized with you. You're an escape from my job. You make me feel good and I feel like I have a lot of fun with you." He explained looking in my eyes. He only sees me as fun? I'm like an arcade for a group of kids after finals is over. A reward. The taste of an ice cream cone after a long run. Tears begin the well up in my eyes which cut off Chan's umms.

"Actually listen I don't think I want to do this no I can't Chan." I said stuttering. His reflexes made him reach for my hand which i sharply pulled away hurt.

"How dare you..." I said louder than his calm talking voice he was using before. This caught him by surprise as he leaned back. Eyes wide open he looks like he's about to speak.

I cut him off " How dare you do this to me. You've made me a mess. I can't stop thinking of you. You call me baby and you don't think of the consequences. You kiss me with so much passion you make me think it's real for a minute. You hold my hand when we cross the street and squeeze it when I get nervous in crowds. Then you say I'm your fun away from work." I raised my voice. Getting up from the bed.

"Have you ever thought about how I feel?" I cried. I walked towards him. He was now staring at me eyes widened. His breathing was heavy but not as labored as mine as a weep between my rage.

"I'm a toy to you right? You play with me then I break. You'll find a new one yeah..." I was hysterical. Dropping to my knees with a thud I sobbed uncontrollably. Chan stood up immediately. You would of thought I was stabbed judging by his reaction as he rushed over to me. It felt that way though. I felt as if my heart had a knife tearing through it every aching moment with him in that room.

"I need to to breathe... come on please just take a breath" he said to me as he tried to help me stand but gave up and just held my shaking body. I pushed him away from me and stood up using the bed to support myself. He composed himself and stood up aswell.

I screamed for whatever it's worth "I love you! Ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard!" Wiping my tears I look to the window as a head police sirens approaching. I sniffled and shuffled toward to window to see what was happening. He walked over to the window and stood silently with me watching.

The man who was holding the camera to me earlier that night was being arrested and yelled at by the hotel manager.

I glance over at Chan.

He looks up grinning like a devil.

"It's new. The shape of your body. But it's blue. The feeling I got." He said looking at me. I turned towards him confused.

"It's been a cruel summer..." he continued.

"It's cool.. we didn't make any rules it was an unbreakable heaven.." I laughed sadly.

"I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you. " he said still looking at me. Reaching for my hands I let him hold them.

"I love you..." he finally said smiling.

"That's the best thing I've ever heard." I said back as he pulled me into him. Kissing me with as much passion and vigor I had wished.

[coinofstone]

For this two part episode, I'm combining both parts in one post. Unfortunately there's no commentary track on these so it's just the episodes I'm commenting on.

2x05 Beauty and the Beast pt 1

Merlin complaining about nothing interesting ever happens is the most OOC thing he's ever said

Nothing like a damsel in distress to blind a man to reason. I mean except Gaius. He's instantly distrustful of this bish. But even MERlin falls for her shit at first.

Uther flirts with the Lady Catrina at dinner and Arthur's completely disgusted while Morgana has the most devious, knowing grin on her face. It seems implied that there's an age gap between Uther and Catrina, the way he talks of her as a child.

Sarah Parrish is absolutely wonderful. Her performance puts everyone else in this series to shame.

Imagine finding a ride before breakfast charming. That sounds like my nightmare. Fully dressed and on a horse BEFORE coffee? No thank you.

The Lady Catrina's bed hadn't been slept in but her bedspread was changed 😂

I really love the way her hair is done. It's like, they used part of her hair from the front to act as a loose hair tie at the back, giving you freedom from hair being in your face without actually having to have your hair up. I wish I knew how to do that.

It looks like there's a headband in there too. I should get headbands.

There's a reeeeeally strange cut in that scene. Not sure what happened there. But it seems like Merlin is testing the waters to see if Arthur is receptive to suspicion of Catrina, but ultimately Arthur seems to dislike her without any sense of questioning her identity or motives.

Gaius trying to plant seeds of doubt in Uther's mind but he still gets yelled at 😂

How come every time Arthur 'catches' Merlin supposedly pining after a lady he threatens Merlin's life?

So, Gaius warning Uther that his new girl is a literal troll, and Uther refusing to hear it and instead responding with a thinly veiled threat - is that like the 'guy' equivalent of what women do when one of them finds a dude with a giant red flag planted on his skull that she somehow can't see, and all her girls try to warn her but she ignores it and possibly becomes a little hostile even, until the one doing the warning says 'fine but don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart'?

It's a very bad idea to watch this while eating. Just, fyi.

It bothers me that we're never really told what kind of creature Jonas is.

Arthur is excruciatingly stupid in this episode. Merlin isn't the brightest he's ever been either.

Gaius doesn't go looking for Merlin after he didn't come home at night? Arthur doesn't raise any kind of suspicion when Merlin's not there to help him get dressed for his father's wedding? Idk it's a stretch.

Merlin sliding into the hall ten seconds too late was undoubtedly the best possible outcome. If he'd interrupted the ceremony how was that going to go? There's literally no way that doesn't end with him in the dungeon, unless Uther orders him killed immediately on the spot.

2x06 Beauty and the Beast pt 2

Uther being super horny for his wedding night consummation is gross. I love Tony but bruh you're supposed to be all dignified and shit have some self respect.

It's strange to me that Catrina sets up a whole plot to blame Merlin for stealing, when she could've just as easily outed him as a sorcerer.

Arthur knowingly and willfully misleading his men so he could get to Merlin first and warn him, so Merlin could escape 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Yet Merlin still never trusts Arthur enough to reveal his magic. Arthur literally TELLS him he doesn't care if Merlin was guilty or not, he just wants him to escape before he gets caught and captured. He's DIRECTLY going against Uther, actively sabotaging the manhunt, assisting Merlin in spite of Uther's orders ... again. But still, Merlin doesn't have enough faith in him to trust him with who he really is 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Dumbasses

Remind me again why Merlin and Gaius didn't bother to involve Gwen or Morgana in their plot? At all? Did they just forget that these characters exist? I think they each had one line in the first part.

Merlin's such a baby tasting the potions for comparison.

And why is he hiding in the cupboard when there's a back door right behind him?

Catrina is literally the new GOP.

Gorgeous framing with Uther standing on the dais and Arthur looking up at him while saying all he's ever tried to do is make him proud. Arthur looking up at Uther's larger than life visage is really just, everything.

Morgana and Arthur following Uther chasing after Catrina 😂 they just want the gosssssss also noticing now that Arthur didn't bother to get dressed up for the ceremony.

Camelot really has the most incompetent guards in the history of ever.

🚨inappropriate thirst moment🚨 right in the top corner of the screen when Arthur cones around the corner, all smolder and billowing jacket, stalking up on the scene. Have mercy.

Arthur: "You're a troll!"

Catrina: 😨😲

Me: 😂😂😂😂😂

Uther:

The TRUE best kiss in this show:

I know I've said the superior het ship is Gwen/Lancelot but I'm amending that - the truly superior ship is Uther/Troll, but I don't know that an interspecies ship can be classified as het, so they hold dual titles.

Yes, I'm taking photographs of my television and cropping them. Yes it's at a weird angle. No I'm not sorry.

That council meeting to try and make sure Uther realizes he's married a troll is literally what I imagine Melania's bachelorette party was like.

Khilgarrah's laughter is everything.

I love that Arthur never replaced Merlin with a substitute servant even though he thought he left Camelot. Just left his chambers in a mess. Then he gets super angry at the thought of Merlin hiding under his bed... like he's afraid Merlin might've witnessed something while under there? Hmmmm?

Can I just point out Camelot's most wanted fugitive is literally in the room with nobody even noticing.

The aborted hug! Poor Merlin. He deserved a hug. Great moment.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 7: Hush, Hush, Hush •

    The children walk single file as they descended from the brush from where they had escaped, Eddie in the lead, Richie taking up the caboose. Y/n had helped Mike up the rocks, and shortly after found herself in the middle behind him. Mike cast a glance in her direction as well as the others.

    "Thanks, guys," He said, redirecting his gaze to the ground. "But you shouldn't have done that, they'll be after you too, now."

    Eddie was the first to chime in. "Oh, no, no, no, Bowers? He's always after us."

    "I guess that's one t-t-thing we all have in common," Bill added.

    "Yeah, homeschool!" Richie chirped. "Welcome to the Losers Club!"

    Y/n smiled at the boy's remark, shaking her head lightly. It was then that Y/n was reminded of the fleeting thoughts from the night before that bounced around her tired, foggy brain. And a familiar feeling bubbled back up to the surface along with it; a sense of belonging. Y/n did not have much luck when it came to getting close to people, aside from Beverly of course. Until that day at the quarry, she had never truly felt at home. And now that they had a new member - the last piece of the puzzle - she knew as long as she had them, she would be whole.

    In fact, they would never say it aloud, but each and every member of the Losers Club shared these same feelings. That day marked the beginning of a beautiful and powerful bond that would last a lifetime. Each and every one was just as important as the next and if you were to pluck any from the line, they would never quite be the same. Each of the eight children felt immediately at home with one another, a comfort so deep and profound it could quiet any lurking anxieties or fears.

    For a short while, no one said anything, just a peaceful ambiance blanketed the atmosphere as they descended the small hill of grass. Each of them could feel the tall green blades brush their legs, and the silence was filled with the low yet loud rumble of the train traveling along the tracks, yards behind them. When they reached the bottom of the small hill, Y/n  scurried up to the front and joined Eddie by his side. Everyone else disperses, scattering amongst one another, Ben silently taking the lead.

    "Hey Kaspbrak" Eddie looked to her, a little taken aback but attentive. "I'm counting on you,"

    Eddie blushed uncomfortably until he realized what she had been implying. She had been holding her left arm, just below the shoulder, and gestured to it with her eyes. She blushed herself and played it off with a weak laugh.

    "My arm?" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "If you anyone has a band-aid it's you."

    He laughed nervously as well, as he reached into one of his fanny packs, careful to watch his step as he was still walking. He pulled out a bandaid and handed it to her, she smiled in thanks. She wished she could have said she was surprised when he continued to pull supplies out one by one. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't find that a least a little impressive. It reminded her of clowns packed into a clown car. Ugh, she shivered slightly, bad analogy, nevermind.

    "Here you go. Also, here's some ointment, it's a special disinfectant - who the fuck knows all the germs that were on that rock, you'll need all the help you can get. I also have gauze, normally I don't carry gauze but since your leg is still pretty bad, I figured I should carry some, just in case. Here you take it, I think I have some more, also, I kept a small wrap of ace bandages, you really need to - wait you have been changing them frequently, right? You always, always change bandages, the bigger the wound the more important it is you change it. Seriously, this is really important because-!"

    "BEEP BEEP BEEEP!" Richie shouted suddenly, strolling up and walking between the pair. "Hear that sound, Doctor K? That's the sound of her flat-lining. You took too fucking long, genius, if you were a real doctor she would have bled out on your table already!"

    Y/n snickered under her breath, several of the Losers smiled as well. Eddie felt his face grow hot, and he turned angrily to Richie, his face contorted in an angry pout. He was struggling for words, but before he could form a proper sentence, Richie continued.

    "Quick tip, Doc, don't talk your patients to death!"

    Stan laughed dryly, "Yeah, you're one to talk."

    "Hey there, woah, woah, woah!" He threw his arms up in defense. "I'm just givin' the people what they want!"

    "Great!" Y/n said excitedly, her face lighting up briefly before falling. "How bout some silence? Beep beep, Richie."

    Mike, who had blended into the group so effortlessly and had been silently processing - still adjusting to the group dynamic - laughed suddenly and loudly. Everyone looked to him, taken slightly aback by his sudden, but infectious laugh. And it wasn't long until that laughter spread, everyone had cracked a smile and there was scattered laughter that melted away any previous tension.

    By now, Y/n had applied the ointment and the band-aid easily. She handed the tube of disinfectant back to Eddie as well as the gauze.

    "Thanks, but the band-aid will do just fine. Luckily, this one is only just a little cut."

    Eddie nearly tripped, he had been so lost in thought as he stared anxiously at the gauze outstretched in her hand. He licked his lips nervously, and his eyes flickered to hers. She noted his tentativeness and waited expectantly, but he could hold his tongue no longer, crush or not.

    "...Seriously, have you been changing those bandages, you never answered me and I'm sorry but that's disgusting if you haven't changed them cause the wound really needs to air out and if it doesn't you could end up-"

    "Christ, Eddie! I've changed them!" Y/n blurted, falling into a small fit of chuckles to show she wasn't truly mad.

    He tried to conceal his blush, but he played it off with a vigorous shake of the head and change of topic.

    "Hey, where are we going anyway? I can't be out too long or my mom will kill me. One time, I was like, two minutes late for curfew and she had a panic attack."

    Ben looked over his shoulder, he had taken the lead and while no one had mentioned it yet, everyone had instinctively followed him.

    "Well, I was hoping to show you guys something."

    Everyone gave one another an odd, questioning look but they followed Ben into the trees, nevertheless.

×××

    Night had fallen the day of the rock fight and another day began. The group of misfits had found themselves in town, where the annual parade was taking place. Wracked with guilt and the unpleasant feeling of being pitied, Y/n was trying to talk Eddie out of buying her the delicious frozen treat she had been ogling. Eddie had noticed the longing in her eyes when she spotted a young child with one of their own, and it was then that he really noticed the effects the sun had on her. Her baggy clothes were sticking to her arms and legs, and he could see beads of sweat percolating above her brow.

    Once again, their previous exchange on the fire escape popped into his head and he was reminded once more of how fortunate he was that he could afford such little things he took for granted. The power of suggestion had already gotten to him as well when he saw a frustrated father shoving an ice cream cone at his crying child, and although the sight made him cringe he couldn't quite shake the sudden craving of the sweet treat. Hence their detour to the ice cream cart, he could practically hear Richie ragging on him for getting her something with the audacity to leave him out - What, you skimping out on me now, Eds? - Eddie opted for a vanilla cone for Rich, just to be safe. But none of that stopped Y/n from protesting against it.

    "Eddie, you really don't have to do this,"

    The young L/n girl looked between the hypochondriac kid and the disgruntled teenager behind the cart, slinging ice cream. Ignoring her protests, he dropped the small pile of coins he had retrieved from his fanny pack onto the metal counter of the cart. The overheated employee slid it towards himself to the end of the counter, plucking the quarters from the surface and handed Eddie two vanilla cones. Eddie gladly took them in each napkin-clad hand - he had already grabbed several napkins so as to not spill or drip anything. Y/n watched defeated, albeit a bit excited, as the young man behind the counter opened another compartment and retrieved the y/f/f popsicle and handed it to her.

    She hesitantly took the popsicle, trying her best to mask the ravenous look in her eye.

    "Eddie-"

    "Look, it's best you have that anyway, it's supposed to get like, really hot out today so it's best you keep cool or you could be one step closer to heatstroke. And let me tell you, that is not fun, not fun at all! Did you know that-"

    A loud burst of noise disrupted their conversation and they turned to see the cause. Richie had gotten his hands on one of the marching bands instruments - a tuba by the looks, and sound of it. The owner of the tuba was angrily reaching for it but Richie managed to keep it out of his reach. His cheeks puffed and his face turned pink as a few short bursts of noise came from the instrument.

    Eddie and Y/n shared an amused look and Y/n's eyes fell to the popsicle. She sighed lightly, trying to tame the pit in her stomach that always occurred when she was pitied. Now Y/n appreciated the gesture, she really did. It was awfully sweet of the boy, and she would be lying if she said it didn't make her stomach do a small flip, but all that was easily drowned out by how small she felt. She hated being a charity case, it was bad enough Beverly had basically kept her fed all these years but Y/n reminded herself that their friendship was symbiotic - they each had something to offer the other. But this made her feel like she owed Eddie, and she didn't like that.

    The two left the cart and walked along the sidewalk at a steady pace. Nervously, she looked at the boy.

    "Eddie, I appreciate it, but I don't want to owe you or anything. I-"

    Eddie's face contorted into a confused frown. He chuckled weakly before taking a quick lick of his ice cream. He shook his head.

    "You don't owe me! It's just a popsicle, it's no big deal."

    Words failed her and she looked at the popsicle tentatively. Eddie noticed this and was scrambling to put out the small fire he had caused.

    "Think of it as a favor to me,"

    Y/n showed no efforts to hide her confusion. "A favor?"

    "Yeah, you stay cool, and I don't have to take care of you when you suffer from heatstroke."

    Her frown stayed cemented to her face as she stared at the boy, and Eddie feared his message was lost in translation. For fuck's sake, he didn't mean it like that! Great, now he sounded like a total ass.

    Y/n broke out into chuckles and Eddie felt the enormous weight leave his shoulders. He chuckled with her, though they came out more strained and nervous. She shook her head, eyebrows raised.

    "Man, you must care if you're willing to make up that load of horse shit." Y/n's tempted eye fell to the popsicle in her hand. "Thanks, shrimp, I appreciate it. But just this one time, okay? I always end up feeling like I owe people whenever they do stuff like this. Even if it's small things, cause a lot of stuff that might seem small to you, are kind of a big deal to me, does that make any sense?"

    Eddie nodded.

    "To tell you the truth, I've never tried one before."

    Eddie's eyes widened and he looked frantically between her and her dessert.

    "You gotta try it! They're really good!"

    Y/n smiled weakly.

    "Eddie, I mean it. Do you get what I'm saying?"

    Eddie nodded eagerly, his eyes frequently falling to the popsicle.

    "I get it, won't happen again. I promise. But seriously, you gotta try it! Really though, before it melts."

    Y/n examined the frozen y/f/f pop and noticed the ice was thinning. She shrugged at Eddie and tried the popsicle. Her eyes widened and she gaped at the boy.

    "Holy shit."

    Eddie grinned eagerly, and by now the two were approaching Richie.

    "Right?"

    "Dammit, Eddie! You really shouldn't have done this, I'm gonna want another one!" She whined, though her voice held a twinge of humor.

    She switched the popsicle to the other hand to lick the melted residue that had made it on her fingers. Eddie was quick to supply her with an extra napkin which she thanked him for.

    Eddie laughed at her words and he noticed he had caught Richie's eye. More specifically, the extra ice cream cone did. Richie abandoned the tuba and waltzed over to the boy, gladly accepting the treat and the trio found themselves joining the rest of the group just inside the alley. They were all somber, Y/n couldn't help but notice.

    "What's wrong?" She asked, drawing all eyes to her. "What are guys talking about?"

    "What they always talk about," Richie said simply.

    "I actually think it will end," Ben said, ignoring the interruption. "For a little while, at least."

    "What do you mean?" Mike asked.

    "So I was going over all my Derry research and I charted out all the big events. The Ironworks explosion in 1908, the Bradley Gang in '35, and the Black Spot in '62. And now kids being... I realized this stuff seems to happen-"

    "Every 27 years," Bill and Ben finished.

    Y/n looked up from her frozen pop and licked her lips, for some reason feeling silly for enjoying such a thing during this discussion. She found her stomach was twisted in knots, though at least, she thought, Eddie was right. She was feeling cooled down. But none of that seemed to matter now. Like it was all a matter of time before all of these fleeting feelings, these little moments, were being packed and stored away for a long time. It was a strange feeling that she couldn't quite identify, a feeling each of the Losers Club was experiencing: that while everyone around them was laughing and playing, enjoying the blissful moments of summer, they themselves each felt as if they were enjoying their last day on earth.

×××

    "So let me get this straight," Eddie began, fingers drumming nervously on his right knee. "It comes out from wherever to eat kids for, like, a year? And then what? It just goes into hibernation?"

    The Losers found themselves in the park, frozen treats long gone, the pits in their stomachs however still very much present. Bev, Stan, Mike, and Ben were splayed put on the bench, backs to the infamous statue of Paul Bunyan. Richie sat on his parked bike, unfortunate enough to be facing said statue - he never said it but the thing always creeped him out, just something about it. Bill and Eddie each found a seat of their own on the long back of Silver and Y/n laid in the grass before them in between the two bikes. She was propping herself up with her arms and legs splayed out before her. Her leg was healing fast but she didn't want to risk sitting on it and making it worse.

    So here the Losers sat, lost in discussion and despite the hot weather, there was a chill in the air that only these eight misfits could feel. Looming over them, watching them, much like It did their own town.

    "Maybe, it's like-- What do you call it?" Stan paused, searching for the word. "Cicadas. You know, the bug that only comes out once every seventeen years."

    "My grandfather thinks this town is cursed," Mike said. "He says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry."

    An evil thing.

    The three words that lurked in the back of Y/n's mind all her life. She could feel herself falling back into the pit, the black hole that swallowed her up every time she thought of the looming threat. She could feel herself disconnecting from the world again, watching herself being ripped away from this moment in time and tossed back to that awful night, though she could still hear the worried voices of her friends speaking. Completely unaware of her state of mind. The words were fuzzy and distant, background noise as she felt herself being transported to that day.

    "I ain't got much time left, but at least I'm safer than you. I'm old, I've lived my life but you? Well, you're closer to death's door than I am."

    "But it can't be one thing. We all saw something different." Stan said, his voice now began to fade out.

     The voices were now blending together as memories of her past became her present reality.

    "Cause this town, I tell you, this town... There's an evil, evil thing in this world," the man said.

    She could hear her younger self whimper in fear, her own voice was squeaky and very frightened. The old voice continued, it shook with fear and the terror was as ripe as his memory, like only seconds had passed, not decades.

    "monsters are all too real my child, I've seen 'em with my own two eyes."

     Mike's voice found a way through her skull, echoing softly as all the details of the day she worked so hard to forget, came flooding back.

    "Maybe. Or maybe it knows what scares us most and that's what we see."

   "The Devil himself lives here, right here in this very shit hole and I've waited a very long time for this moment; to be free."

    There was a moment of tension-filled silence as the young h/c girl looked up at the slouching figure. The girl clutches her teddy bear tightly to her chest - the sad old thing nearly worn down to threads - tears pooling in her e/c eyes as she stares on in horror at the distant relative. Old and senile he was, why her mother brought her here she didn't know. Y/n would later figure out that it was a final visit of sorts. A last chance to meet some of her family. And while her mother stepped out of the room to retrieve a simple glass of water for the man, he turned unexpectedly to his grandniece and imparted the words she would never forget.

    "He's in your closet, under your bed. He's everywhere, always, watchin' you. Waiting for the right moment to snatch you up. And he will get you. He always gets you... he got her, I told her not to go, but she was adventurous you see, much like you kids are these days, and mother didn't like that and she always told us; 'you mind yourself or I'll tell him. I'll tell him...'"

    The old man's glossy eyes drifted away, his voice trailing as he was lost in the memory; reliving it all over again.

    "Tell who? Who is he?" The young girl asked tearfully?"

    He broke from his trance and he looked at her with cold and fearful eyes.

    "The Boogeyman." Y/n croaked, breaking from her stupor.

    The Losers all looked to their friend in the grass. The color was drained from her [s/c] skin, and her eyes were distant and glassy. Her left leg had inched gradually up and was now clutched tightly against her chest protectively. Seven pairs of eyes were now fixed on her and she gulped.

    "My great uncle Henry, I only met him once when I was about five or six, but he- he told me about how he saw the Boogeyman. Not much else, but the way he described It... I don't know, it always stuck with me. I've been afraid of It ever since and then-" Her eyes met Beverly's and she knew she had connected the dots.

    "Your ankle." She finished.

    Y/n nodded. She shifted in the grass uncomfortably before looking around at her friends. Some of them confused, others connecting dots of their own, but still intrigued and listening.

    "When school got out, Bev slept over." Y/n began, filling in Mike especially. "We both fell asleep with the TV on, it woke me up so I got up to turn it off, and then, just as I started to drift off I felt Bev pull on my leg several times. But, I woke up and realized she was fast asleep."

    She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the nerves that came crawling back even now. She fixed her eyes on the grass below her, and her fingers worked themselves into the ground. Y/n began fiddling with eh blades of grass, twirling them and ripping some from the ground as she continued.

    "Next thing I know, It's pulling me across the carpet and my leg is torn to shreds. It looked like what I always imagined the Boogeyman to be, but... but it also looked like-"

    "A clown."

    She had to turn her body slightly to look at Eddie, but she nodded, confirming everyone's suspicions from the day before.

    "Yeah, I saw a clown too. But It was also a leper." Eddie saw the confused looks scattered across his friends. "He was like a walking infection."

    Eddie felt himself fighting his bodily instincts to vomit, still repulsed by the vivid memory. Stan, who had been squirming in his seat the entire exchange, fought desperately to deny the gory truth that lay before them. Trying to convince everyone, himself especially, that this thing couldn't exist. Cause if It did, it would be all too terrible.

    "But you didn't," his voice trembled. "Because It isn't real. None of this is. Not Eddie's leper. Or Bill seeing Georgie, or-or woman I keep seeing." His voice broke, he looked down at his feet and the others knew.

    He was trying to convince himself.

    "She hot?" Richie asked with a half-smirk.

    Stan gave Richie an incredulous look, and his voice rose.

    "No Richie! She's not hot! Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They're all like bad dreams."

    Mike spoke up, unable to tiptoe around him any longer.

    "I don't think so. I know the difference between a bad dream, and real life, okay? Besides, look at Y/n's leg! How do you explain that?"

    Y/n gave Mike a thankful nod, and Eddie asked the question she had at the end of her tongue.

    "What'd you see? You saw something, too?"

    "Yes," Mike answered somberly, and he took a deep breath. "Do you guys know that burned-down house on Harris Avenue?"

    Y/n nodded, encouraging Mike to continue.

    "I was inside when it burned down." Mike began fiddling with his hands nervously, and Bill could feel his heartache. "Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were... pushing and pounding on the door, trying to get to me."

    Mike's voice broke and he fought hard against the tears that threatened to spill. His heart was breaking in two all over again, he rarely spoke of the incident, always much too saddened by it and each time he did he could hear their frightened screams and the scratches against the door.

    "trying to get to me." There was a pause, and Mike swallowed the swollen lump in his throat. "But it was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone."

    "Mike," Y/n felt at a loss for words, but all she could manage was a simple few. "I'm so sorry."

    He shrugged, and everyone could tell he was already beginning to rebury the memory.

    "We're all afraid of something."

    "You got that right." Richie quipped.

    Everyone looked to the boy and Y/n asked gently.

    "What about you, Rich? What are you afraid of?"

    His eyes flickered to Eddie against his will, and he ignored the spike in his heart rate when he did so. Everyone was staring at him now and he gulped, looking over his shoulder to see a clown on the stage across the field, staring at him. He returned his gaze to the group, and swallowed nervously, adjusting his bulky glasses.

    "Clowns."

×××

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