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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years ago

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Can I request a fluffy little fic with Klaus? And like he’s always super supportive even if he doesn’t quite understand what you’re doing, he’s kinda always like “fuck yeah look at you go!” I could really use the love lol

A/N: Hey Nonny. I didn’t know what sort of things you meant, so I defaulted to what’s familiar for me: the struggles of higher education. I hope you enjoy it, and that whatever you’re doing, you know it’s amazing because you’re doing it 😊 Word Count: 1944 Content Warning: mild language, brief references to drugs

You groaned, your head hitting the table as you stared down at your circled answer, the wrong answer again. You were determined to keep taking this practice test until you got it right, until all of the answers felt like second nature. Except you kept making the same mistakes over and over again instead.

Your pen sailed through the air, causing your best friend, and eternal headache, to duck with a chuckle as it clattered against the wall.

“I see studying's going well,” he teased, walking further into the room.

“Klaus Hargreeves, unless one of the assortment of pills I just know are in your pocket right now is a magic one that will help me remember this shit, I say this in the most heartfelt and loving way possible: piss off.”

He pressed his hand to his chest dramatically.

“Exqueeze me?” he trilled, “I come to make sure you’re alive, as you’ve not been seen in days, and this is the thanks I get?”

“I’m serious Klaus,” you sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair. “I need to study.”

He looked you over, taking in the bags under your eyes, your rumpled clothing, the sag of your shoulders. You were overworking yourself, as self-destructive in your own way as he was in his, and it pained him to see.

“You need a break,” he said, crossing over to you and sweeping you up in his arms, toppling your chair in the process and surprising you with the strength hidden in his arms.

“Klaus,” you whined, struggling ineffectively from your position pinned to his chest in a bridal carry. “No, I don’t have time for a break right now. Especially not the kind you mean.”

He sat down on your bed, keeping you in his lap and began carefully finger-combing through the knots in your hair.

“I have no ulterior motive, mademoiselle,” he hummed. “Only your wellbeing in mind. Relax with me for one hour,” the worst of your knots gone, he laid down, tugging at your arm to try and get you to join him. “And I will leave you alone for the rest of the night, or even help you to study, if you want.”

“I don’t want...chemical aids.”

He scoffed. “Who do you take me for? I know you better than that.”

“Then how could you help me? You don’t know anything about the material. Or testing.”

“I’ll...hold up your charming little flash cards, or read you the questions. I don’t know. Sit next to you and cheer enthusiastically whenever you get a question right and burn the whole book if it claims you’re wrong?”

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out, and were glad of it when he flashed you that dazzling grin. The longer you sat, awkwardly leaning and half in his arms, the harder it became to resist his temptation.

“Fine, one hour,” you said, attempting to be stern as you relented, curling up against his chest.

“No more, no less. And then we shall study until our eyeballs fall out,” he promised, fingers crossed behind your back as he held you.

Your hands shook nervously and you thought for sure you were going to sweat through your blazer as you paced the hallway outside the small lecture hall. You checked the notes you had tucked in your pocket and licked your lips to try and wet them, not that your equally dry mouth and tongue made much difference.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the board, distinguished faculty, and guests,” you muttered for what felt like the seven-hundredth time today. “No, that sounds stupid. Why am I calling the faculty distinguished but not the board or the guests? Maybe I should just do ‘good evening ladies and gentlemen of the board, faculty, and guests,’ but that sounds weird too.”

You flopped against the wall, groaning in frustration. This presentation was the moment, your time to shine, or to crash and burn, dictating potentially the entire rest of your career. And public speaking was not your strong suit.

“Y/N?” your advisor said, poking her head out into the hall and giving you what was surely meant to be a reassuring smile. “They’re ready for you now.”

You took a deep, shaky breath. “Okay, thanks, Linda. I’ll be right in.”

This was your thesis you were about to defend. You had spent more than a year researching and writing it. So why did you suddenly feel like you knew less than the day you walked into your first “101” class?

“Time to face the executioner,” you muttered to yourself, squaring your shoulders and walking in behind Linda, feet carrying you slowly down the aisle to the podium.

You paused, taking a moment to arrange your notes and scan the crowd, looking for someone who looked friendly and unassuming, maybe a kindly librarian type, to focus on while you spoke.

Instead you locked eyes with a familiar, wholly unexpected pair of green eyes. You frowned, about to call out and ask what the hell Klaus thought he was doing here, when you remembered exactly where here was. You cleared your throat and tried to school your face to be placidly blank.

“Good evening,” you started, gaze still fixed on his face. “I would like to thank everyone for their time and attendance, um here, um today.”

‘You’ve got this,’ he mouthed silently.

You smiled, launching into your presentation proper with gusto.

Every time you felt yourself hesitating or fumbling, you sought him again, and his awed little smile bolstered you, reminding you of all the late nights he had spent up with you, watching you from your bed as you paced the room or sat hunched at a desk, thinking out loud or talking to him about it all, offering little suggestions (never that helpful) or affirmations (always very helpful) occasionally, just to remind you that he was there, for you.

Before you knew it, your time was up and you exited the room to a smattering of applause. Out in the hall, a pair of warm arms wrapped around you from behind and lips were planted on your cheek.

“That was brilliant! You were brilliant!” Klaus said enthusiastically before dropping his voice to purr in your ear. “And the whole ‘genius’ thing is very sexy.”

You felt your cheeks blush heatedly. “I’m not a genius, Klaus.”

“Well I had no idea what you were saying, other than super smart stuff, so I disagree.”

You slid out of his arms, although he did manage to keep one circling your waist, and started walking, planning to stop at the 24 hour cafe on campus for a quick pick-me-up and then head home. Klaus followed, holding you as close as you’d let him, planning to go anywhere and everywhere you wanted and nowhere else.

“How do you know it was super smart then, if you didn’t know what it was?”

“Because I know you, and you’re the smartest person in the world.”

“I am not,” you countered, giving him a gentle shove, blushing even harder now.

“And because all those stuffy old academic types in there were impressed.”

“You think so?” you asked hopefully.

You felt like you couldn’t get a read on the room the whole time you were presenting, and their questions had been extremely critical.

His eyes twinkled as he stared down at you. “I know so.”

Before you knew it, graduation had crept up on you. You sat in the hard plastic chair in the stuffy canvas pavilion, surrounded by all of your classmates, and waited. It had been hours, and would be hours more, and you just wanted it to be over. No one was there for you, no one cared if you even got this diploma. You could probably slip out the back and be gone before anyone realized, the only sign of your absence the awkward pause when your name was read.

It had always been this way, all through your schooling. Your parents didn’t really understand your career choice, or didn’t have time to come for campus events. You didn’t have a lot of friends due to the demands of your program, and your own innate awkwardness. Instead of being a celebration of your achievements, graduation felt like another reminder of how alone you were, how most people would never remember you unless you did something embarrassing like trip and fall off the stage.

Making excuses and muttering apologies, you slipped out past the rest of your row of fellow graduates and out into the fresh air and bright light of the campus lawn. You breathed a deep sigh of relief, taking off your mortarboard hat and unzipping the robe-like graduation gown about half way.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound of Klaus’s voice, not expecting him to be here of all places, and especially not coming out of the tent you had just exited moments ago.

“Klaus!” you gasped, hugging him. “What...what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, obviously,” he said, booping the end of your nose. “So when I saw you looking like you might be making a break for it, I followed.”

“Oh.” You were flattered that he would attend or managed to spot and recognize you in the sea of identically dressed co-eds, confused how he’d found out the date and time, and a little annoyed that you’d been caught.

“Were you running away?”

“They can mail me my diploma,” you said with a shrug. It wasn’t quite an answer, but it said everything it needed to.

“Y/N,” he sighed, placing his hands on your shoulders. “You know I don’t understand all this college, academic, brilliance stuff. But I know it’s supposed to be special and important and one of those things you’ll always remember.”

“Because it’s supposed to be a celebration. Only I don’t feel like celebrating alone.”

“Well, you’re not, are you?”

“My classmates don’t count. I barely know them.”

“I meant me.” He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re not alone, because I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You smiled softly, staring into his green eyes, so tender and full of love, as you remembered all of the times he had been there already: how he’d gone to the post office and held your hand when you mailed out applications, how he’d listened to you practice for your admissions interviews for days on end, every late night study session and “study” session, every distraction from anxiously awaiting a grade, pulling you up when you sank into a slump or felt like a failure and cheering you on for your highs and successes. Klaus had never been through formal schooling, had no desire to for all that he was clever. But even though he never knew what the hell was going on, he was there for you through it.

“I should have known that,” you murmured. “After all, you always have been before.”

“Even geniuses can’t know everything,” he countered with a shrug and a smirk, before leaning down to press your lips together softly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, stretching up on your toes to bring you closer to him as his hands slid down from your shoulders to rest on your waist, an embrace as much as a kiss. You became dimly aware of the sound of applause from inside, signalling the end (finally) of the current speaker. Reluctantly, you pulled away.

“I guess I should probably get back in there,” you sighed.

“Only if you want to,” he said, thumbs tracing circles on your sides. “I’ll support you either way.”

#if this was nowhere near what you meant please feel free to send in a new request with clarification #is it romantic? is it platonic til the last moment? you decide #like a choose your own adventure of fluff styling #Klaus Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy fic

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commander-diomika · 3 years ago

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[Image ID: Screenshot of a tumblr reply from user @weareallfromearth saying “Holy shit I would V much like to know what you’d do with ZolfWilde.” End ID]

This was in response to me tag rambling that if Alex “I don’t Actually Have That Much Experience in Courtship” Newall and Ben “I just Realised I’m Too Straight For This” Meredith don’t know what to do with Zolf/Wilde, they should hand the ship over to me.

*rubs my gay little hands together.*

I initially characterized them offhandedly as Enemies-to-Lovers but that’s not quite it, is it? On reflection I would say it’s more of an Opposites Attract situation.

Oscar Wilde, as re-imagined in the RQG universe, is a homme fatale; a dangerous, attractive man, skilled in encouraging people to underestimate him, wearing different masks, never quite being able to trust or be trusted by anyone.

There is NO personal/professional line for Wilde. He lives his work, and his work is subterfuge and interpersonal manipulation. (whether or not he started this way in his field as a journalist, or was forced to become this way by the changes in his world, is another post.) He is a person who either cares very deeply what people think of him, or is has decided that manipulating what people think of him is the way to get what he wants, and from the outside it makes no difference.

Zolf Smith does not care what people think of him. He isn’t even skilled at being kind and empathetic to people he cares about; he has no time for emotional manipulation or genuine charm. He doesn’t even have a fantastic grasp on his OWN feelings, let alone other people’s. He’s grounded, disinterested in frippery or appearances. Which is why Zolf and Wilde started out so deeply at odds with one another.

Despite the differences in the interpersonal approaches, they have plenty of common ground.

They are both deeply dedicated to a cause. They care about their work to the exclusion of all else. They are both pragmatists who have their own internal moral code, and are willing to bend or break other people’s rules in order to get the job done. They are fundamentally good people. Despite their rocky beginnings, they can respect each other because of these things.

And they might have maintained their mutually disdainful, begrudgingly respectful working relationship and that could have been the sum total... Except then the world fell apart. The Meritocratic organisation was initially compromised, then disintegrated. The blue vein plague isolated everyone and made it even harder to trust supposed allies. The Cult of Hades was on everyone’s ass making their life difficult, the other PCs disappeared off the face of the planet. Zolf and Wilde ended up in a situation where they had no one else they could trust.

Familiarity breeds contempt, but maybe if the contempt is already there, it builds Something Else. Wilde was stripped of his magic in a way that made it much harder for him to keep people at a distance and (pardon the pun) project the illusion of the debonair playboy. Zolf would have had the chance to see through Wilde’s masks, and get a better understanding of what parts of Wilde were a calculated tactic, and what was his genuine self.

Whatever betrayal transpired that gave Wilde his scar and hardened him, Zolf was privy to. He was either there and saw it happen, or he was close enough in the aftermath to see Wilde properly vulnerable for the first time in their friendship. Hell, maybe Zolf was the one who rescued him and patched him up. That was a chance for Zolf to realise that this insufferable man is a friend who he cares about deeply. At this point, he’s cared for awhile, but has been too wrapped up with his own spiritual difficulties to have space to admit that to himself.

And Wilde, oh Wilde, he’s desperate to be seen and known and loved, but he’s never allowed himself. He’s never felt SAFE to. He doesn’t let people get close, treats every conversation as a battle to be won. His safety and his power lies in being admired, but never loved. So even as trust and fondness for Zolf blossoms within him, he won’t for a second allow himself to hope that the fondness is reciprocated

With all that out of the way, this is my version of events.

Wilde is a slut (affectionate), and Zolf is gray-ace, so if there’s any bridging of that gap in terms of physical intimacy, it has to be from Zolf’s side. Giving canon a tender massage into place, that first instance of Zolf grabbing Wilde by the collar changes. (This happens on the Vengeance after Zolf has taught Wilde to steer the ship). Zolf drags Wilde down to say “I’m glad to see you perked up.” That moment now involves a whiskery kiss on Wilde’s cheek, and the man would be absolutely FLOORED by it.

I’m talking slow-mo glittering lights as Zolf stomps off blushing, unsure what just came over him; Wilde touches his cheek in bewilderment for a stretched moment before realising he’s completely agog, and he let go of the wheel for a dangerous length of time. Every interaction, every moment they’ve spent together over the last two years is flashing before Wilde’s eyes and a new context is being applied rapid fire. I’m talking the italacised oh kind of moment.

(on top of Zolf being witness to The Betrayal, throw some other moments of almost-intimacy into said flashbacks. I’m talking late nights, Zolf doing his gruff-yet-kind caretaker thing, cooking for Wilde, maybe sharing quiet and rare downtime with Zolf reading a Campbell novel on a couch in Wilde’s office)

Wilde is realising, “Oh this is allowed, oh this is reciprocated, this is possible.”

And of course they don’t talk about it, because what’s a slowburn if they immediately go and TALK about their feelings? No, the kiss goes completely unremarked upon, and Wilde continues to needle and tease and get under Zolf’s skin, except now with an added warmth in his eyes because he finally gets it. He finally understands that Zolf cares, that Zolf loves him, he’s just not the kind of dwarf that knows how to express it.

And Zolf, frustrated by feelings he can’t express but is beginning to understand, can hear the undertone of “haha, you looooove me,” shining through Wilde’s deliberate antagonism. They continue their time on the Vengeance just a little easier and closer to one another.

And we continue on to the death/resurrection arc, and Wilde’s spirit pushes for Zolf to open up about his feelings, because if not when he’s literally past death’s door, then when? When Zolf finally manages his “I need you,” it’s like a dam has broken for both of them. The second collar-grab and “We’ll go on a holiday or somethin’,” is now followed by a full kiss on the lips, not particularly erotic but passionate, (it’s the epitome of kissing someone to shut them up) and Wilde makes a surprised and delighted squeak that he would be glad he can’t quite remember when he returns to land of the living.

Once returned, Wilde might not remember everything that his spirit said or did, but he remembers the kiss. The comfort and ease that the two of them share in 179 (Eat Drink and Be Merry) is there, only instead of the two characters still being in a place of questioning their feelings for one another, it’s been answered.

Whether or not this relationship is sexual in nature is kind of up to you and what kind of fan works you like to read/write. I think there are wonderful scenes to be written an explored in many directions.

Wilde allowing himself to enjoy sex for intimacy and closeness instead of using it as a tool/ Zolf not being one for sex but Wilde’s never slept more soundly than when he’s being held in Zolf’s arms/ Zolf realising that the unfamiliar feeling he’s been struggling to express is the desire to rail Wilde til he cries/ Wilde realising that if his partner doesn’t want it from him, he’s actually quite content without sex/ The two of them being mean, antagonistic bastards to each other while fucking but Make It Kink (of the trusting and RACK kind). There really isn’t a single bad interpretation.

So really, I’m not doing anything different with them other than reading between the lines, giving canon a little nudge, and sticking the landing. This isn’t to disparage the concept of queer platonic partners. (I’ve got one!) or to talk shit about Ben or Alex (I DO respect their craft).

It’s just to say I find these two characters , and everything they’ve been through, PAINFULLY romantic, tropey, and delightful. I’m looking forward both to how Ben and Alex play the QPP, the fanworks I’m gonna read and hopefully write, and the inevitable tragedy that you KNOW Alex is gearing up for.

#zoscar #zolfwilde #RQG #rusty quill gaming #zolf smith #RQG Oscar Wilde #hank talks #rqg podcast #rqg meta #feel free to reblog #and to talk to me about it

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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#27 for the winter prompts strikes me as distinctly Sternclay NSFW

Here you go!

27 i run a hot chocolate/cider booth at the local ice rink and you always flirt with me but i didn’t think it meant anything because you seem to flirt with everyone

Barclay’s family has lots of traditions come winter, the same as most people he knows. But his personal one is manning the “Sip n Slip” at the Kepler skating rink. He started volunteering there when he was 16 and stuck driving Jake to and from hockey practice. It was something to do, and he liked cooking and making drinks, even if it was just powdered cocoa and simple cookies.

Then he was coming back every winter when the stand opened to help out, and when he opted to stay in Kepler to work as a chef, he still made time to volunteer. He’s thirty now, the stand a little cramped for both him and the other volunteers, but the smell of warm sugar cookies and too-sweet cider takes him right back to his teens.

The same can be said of the man currently at the front of the line; he looks like a rom-com hero, with his black hair slicked back and his stylish coat and scarf, and Barclay has not been this close to popping a no-reason boner in months.

“How can help you?” he leans on the counter, smiling.

The man gives him a stealthy once-over before replying, “I’ll have a coffee, please. And a kid’s hot cocoa” he smiles at the young girl holding his hand, “anything else, Ellie?”

“No.”

“I guess that’s all.”

“That’ll be two bucks.”

The man hands him a five, letting their fingers touch. He does the same thing when Barclay gives him his change. When Barclay sets the to paper cups in front of him he adds, “cream and sugar is over at that little table.”

“I’d say there’s plenty of sugar here.” It’s so smooth that Barclay is still blushing as the man and the little girl disappear into the rink.

Maybe he should start making people give him their names with their orders.

And their phone numbers.

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“Hello again”

Barclay bounds to the counter (as much as six foot three man can bound anywhere), “Hey! Coffee and cocoa again?”

“Just coffee, my niece isn’t with me.”

He does a mental fist pump; the kid isn’t his, so maybe that’s a sign he’s single. As he’s trying to work out a non-creepy way to get his name, someone calls from across the room.

“Joseph! There you are man” a stockier guy in a ranger jacket waves.

“First day of rec hockey” Joseph smiles, “wish me luck.”

“Good luck.”

Joe winks, and then he’s gone. Barclay starts a new batch of cookies, looks at the door to the rink every two minutes for the next hour and a half until the other man emerges, sweaty and laughing. He’s twice as handsome as before. When he spots Barclay staring at him, he waves.

The cocoa packet in his hands turns two separate pieces, spilling powdered milk and sugar on the floor.

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“Back again?” He forces himself not to sound too excited at the fact Joseph is once again ordering coffee from him.

Blue eyes take on a glint, “With you here, how could I stay away?”

He’s this close to asking Joseph if he wants to get coffee somewhere nicer when the man waves another friend over, bumping shoulders and hands with him as they talk.

Okay. Maybe he’s just demonstrative with everyone. That’s cool.

Totally cool.

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He officially cannot tell if Joseph is flirting. Yes, he stops by the stand every time he’s at the rink (usually twice, once when he gets there and once before he leaves), and when it’s slow he sits in a plastic white chair and chats with him, tossing in winks and smiles whenever he says something complimentary. He’s animated, charming, and Barclay is now the living, breathing definition of “hopelessly crushing” on him.

But Barclay’s seen him talk the same way with his friends and teammates, and even with the other adults waiting to pick their kids up from the same class his niece attends. Barclay’s caught no fewer than four hockey moms and two hockey dads giving Joseph the eye.

He doesn’t blame them; he spends the slow part of his shifts imagining what Joseph looks like under his nice coat. Or his work out clothes. Or the Bigfoot-themed holiday sweater he started wearing in mid-December.

However, for the sake of his own sanity and not making a burgeoning friendship weird, he decides to treat all of their interactions as platonic unless Joseph explicitly says otherwise. So when Joseph asks if he’d like to go skating on Saturday, Barclay agrees immediately and then focuses on not getting his hopes up.

Confusingly, Joseph tells him to be at Tenney Park at three in the afternoon, rather than at the rink. He arrives at five til one and discovers that the fully frozen pond is now a skating hot spot, complete with skate rentals. Barclay brought his own skates; his feet are large enough that getting a rental pair that fit is a crap-shoot.

Joseph is waiting for him on a bench, reading on his phone. He’s in his black coat, the one that makes him look like a secret agent on a ski vacation. The late December sun peeks through the clouds, and Barclay’s pretty sure a beam illuminates Joseph perfectly while a heavenly choir sings.

No, wait, there are some carolers down the street.

“I’m so glad you made it.” Joseph moves the pair of skates from the spot beside him and pats the cold stone. Barclay sits down, and they chat about the mystery series that Joseph got him hooked on. It takes twice as long as normal for him to lace up his skates, because whenever he glances to his right, Joseph is watching him with a smile and his fingers forget how to work.

They wobble over to the ice and step on. The first few strides are fine, but then he hits a groove followed by a small dip and almost falls on his ass. On a normal rink, it’d be a fluke. But there are no Zambonies in the wild.

“This is, whoahfuck, harder on lake ice.” He flails a second time, sticks a hand out for balance only for it to be caught by Joseph’s own.

“I like the challenge. But don’t worry big guy, I’ve got you.”

“Thanks, blue eyes.”

The nickname is a complete accident, brought on by the fact that Barclay is staring into his eyes to avoid reading too much into the held hand. The hand that Joseph doesn’t let go off, even as they move onto a smoother patch of ice.

All that rec hockey is paying off, because Joseph practically waltzes them around in circles, never bumping into anyone or losing his footing as they talk. They compare notes on holiday gifts and new years plans, and Joseph laughs when Barclay regales him with the story of the great babka debacle of 2014.

Barclay’s so caught up in their conversation that he misses an odd bump in the ice and goes sideways into the snow-covered grass to his left, taking Joseph with him accidentally. Joseph ends up on top of him, both cackling like kids at the chaos of the moment. Barclay shivers, snow sneaking under his coat.

“Wanna, uh, get some coffee to warm up?”

“Sure” Joseph smiles.

“Bet that stand uses the same mix mine does.”

“Oh, um, I was thinking we could go back to my place for it. I’m only a few blocks that way.”

There’s no way he’s missing a chance to see Joseph’s house (he has a bet going with Dani that it’s immaculate, while Dani insists Joseph could be a stealth slob), and so ten minutes later he’s pulling off his boots in the entryway of a one bedroom, first floor apartment. The walls sport several elegantly done cryptozoology posters, he spies a pile of cookbooks he recommended on the kitchen counter, and the whole place looks like it’s been tidied within the last day. He texts Dani a stealthy photo, then settles on the couch while Joseph moves about the kitchen.

God, he wants to go in there and wrap his arms around him, kiss him against the counter until they both see stars.

Easy, Barclay, easy. He cannot ruin a good day with a friend.

“I also have some wine, if you’d like that instead of, or with, coffee.”

He glances at the Kraken clock on the wall, “Sure, it’s late enough.”

Joseph walks in, now in just his sweater and pants, stopping to a light a candle before setting two wine glasses on the coffee table. He’s pouring as the sun sets, the change in light helping the room feeling warm and cozy.

“Careful, you keep up those romantic touches and I might think this is a date.” He teases.

Joseph looks up, wine perilously close to the edge of the glass, “wait, this isn’t a date?”

“Uh, I, uh, I, I didn’t want to assume, I mean, do you want it to be a date?”

“Barclay” Joseph sets the bottle down, “I asked you out to something outside of the normal way of spending time together, without anyone else present, and kept holding your hand. And I kept flirting with you.”

“I know, but you kinda flirt with everyone.”

A self-deprecating laugh as Joseph joins him on the couch “Some work habits are hard to turn off; I have to be good at getting people at ease with me, to like me, because then they share information more readily. I guess that could make it hard for someone else to tell the difference.”

“So, uh” Barclay’s fingers cling to the knees of his jeans, “does that mean I could maybe, uh, kiss you?”

Joseph cups his cheek, guiding him in for a gentle kiss on his still chilly lips. Barclay whimpers, spends a moment embarrassed by the noise before Joseph lets out a little growl and shoves him backwards, climbing on top of him and kissing him demandingly.

“‘Grrr’ to you too, babeAHhhhfuck” He rolls his hips as Joseph grinds down and sucks teasingly on his lower lip.

“Is, is that okay?” His black hair is coming loose from it’s gelled swoop, he’s blushing, and his eyes are wider than Barclay’s ever seen.

“Oh my god it’s so much more than okay.” Barclay groans, bringing his hands up to squeeze his ass and press them closer, “fuck, babe, do you have any idea how many times I wanted to drag you into the stand and, fuck, and cover your mouth so no one would know how hard I was making you cum.”

“Lordalmighty” Joseph jerks his hips, “why didn’t you?’

“Because I OH, oh yeah, bite there again, I wasn’t sure you liked me that way, and I really like you, and I didn’t wanna fuck things up.”

Joseph kisses his cheek, murmurs in his ear “Well, now that you know the truth, I want you to fuck me up, big guy. Think you can do that?”

Barclay growls for real this time, flipping them so they’re on their sides and Joseph’s back is pressed to the cushions of the couch. He grabs the dark haired man’s leg, hooking it over his own.

“Yeah, blue eyes, I think I can.”

With that he slams their lips together, grinding his hips hard as the couch springs wobble under them and Joseph tangles his hands into his hair. His hands make up for lost time, slipping under Josephs shirt, dipping below his pants, mapping as much as him as they can find.

“Barclay I AHlord, I have a bed you know?”

“We can use that next time, burned through all my patience not jumping you at the rink.”

He feels Joseph smile, “Fine by me.”

“Fuck” he drags his mouth down, Joseph laughing when his beard scratches his neck, “fuck there’s so much I wanna do to you. Bet it’s so fucking fun to fuck you after practice, bet you’re all worn out and wanna be taken care of.”

“Holy shit.” Joseph matches his pace, working his hips as best he can in time with Barclay’s increasingly erratic thrusts.

“Gonna keep you in bed all day, babe, suck you off so good you’ll beg me to come back tomorrow, gonna show you just how good I can treat you with this” he gives a sharper thrust for emphasis, “gonna, fuck, ohfuck, Joseph, fuckfuck” he cums hard, lifts his hand up to hold onto the top of the couch as the rides it out, Joseph moaning into his mouth and functionally pinned between him and the cushions.

“Fuck I, I didn’t mean to cum in my pants like it’s my first fucking time.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s the best thing anyone’s done with me in months. Now” he nips Barclay’s ear, “show me how creative you are, big guy, and get me off.”

“Hell fucking yeah.” Between the two of them they contort enough to get Joseph's pants open and down, Barclay shifting back slightly to slide his hands into his boxer briefs, the front of which is completely soaked.

“That’s so fucking hot, can’t believe you want me that bad”

“Nnnnnhuh” Is what Joseph manages in reply, his face pressed into the crook of Barclay’s neck, breath coming in short, warm bursts as he jacks him off. Barclay pays attention to which motions make him louder, which make him wiggle his hips with more force, and peppers the side of his face with kisses, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky.

Joseph gets less eloquent the longer Barclay works him over, sinks his teeth into the neck of his shirt as he cums, whole body taut and picture perfect as he does. Barclay pulls his hand away, flopping it over Joseph's hip as they lay panting, the dark haired man nudging them so he can rest against Barclay’s chest while the larger man thanks the lucky stars floating somewhere just above the ceiling for all this.

“Do you, um, want to stay for dinner? I have to do laundry anyway, so I can toss your clothes in so you don’t have to drive home like that” He ghosts a hand over the damp spot by Barclay’s fly.

“That an excuse to have me wandering around your place naked?”

“Not entirely. Your shirt is fine, and I think I have some underwear that will fit you.”

“Fine, half-naked.” He kisses the top of his head.

“When you put it like that, yes. This is both an excuse to have you half-naked in my house and to spend more time with you. Which might be my favorite thing in the world; seeing you at the rink was always the best part of my day.”

Barclay cuddles him closer, wrapping him in his arms to keep away any lingering ice in the air. “Mine too.”

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #taz amnesty #winter fills

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sainedeparam · 3 years ago

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okay so: one book and one song for 7 oc's your choice and why!!!

Flor i am so sorry because this took me forever to answer 😭😭😭 i really had to think about what fit best and i ended up changing the “one book” to “one quote from a book” since i struggled with that but here we go. Under the cut because it ended up being too long akshsjsksl

One Song

Tate Cerati • Believer by Imagine Dragons

First things first // I'ma say all the words inside my head // I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh // The way that things have been, oh-ooh // Second thing second // Don't you tell me what you think that I could be // I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh // The master of my sea, oh-ooh

No thoughts, just vibes with this song. I don’t really have a reason why I chose this for Tate other than vibes. It just felt so… him, if that makes sense.

Brynn Delvaux • Born Ready by Zayde Wølf

I don't believe in no devil // 'Cause I done raised this hell // Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh // I've been the last one standing // When all the giants fell // Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh // I won't shiver // I won't shake // I'm made of stone // I don't break // Start me up // Open my eyes // Turn me loose and you'll see why // I was born, born ready // I was born, born ready // Staring at the pressure now // I won't quit, not backing down // I was born, born ready // I was born, born ready

I like powerful women. The type of women that are feared by everyone. And this song best describes the kind of vibe I was going for when playing her route in WTNC.

Ryder Vesta • Centuries by Fall Out Boy

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name // 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams // Until you die for me, as long as there's a light // My shadow's over you 'cause I am the opposite of amnesia // … // Some legends are told // Some turn to dust or to gold // But you will remember me // Remember me for centuries // And just one mistake // Is all it will take // We'll go down in history // Remember me for centuries // (Hey yeah, oh hey, hey yeah) // Remember me for centuries // We've been here forever // And here's the frozen proof // I could scream forever // We are the poisoned youth

In my head this is a Villain Theme Song and he’s cocky enough for this to fit him. And this is also to implement the fact that Ryder could never really become a Vigilante, let alone a Hero. Even if he’s dating a Hero, he will always will be a Villain and I love that for him.

Amaris Voight • Control by Halsey

I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head // They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead // And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head // They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead // I'm bigger than my body // I'm colder than this home // I'm meaner than my demons // I'm bigger than these bones // And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" // I can't help this awful energy // God damn right, you should be scared of me // Who is in control?

I was listening to this song while I was thinking about what I wanted to do for Amaris’ future. There is sort of a complexity of whether this means her talking to the citizens she’s meant to protect, her talking to Nathaniel + Areum or just her talking to herself. You can’t just have the amount of power she does while not being able to fully control it and not be wary of her.

Kavan Vekany • Stronger by The Score

Set me on fire // Set me on, set me on fire (whoa, whoa-oh) // I'm still alive // I'm still ali- I'm still alive (whoa) // Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life // Higher, faster, everlasting // Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life // Higher, faster, never-crashing // Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life // Stronger // (Stronger, stronger, stronger, stronger) // Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life // Stronger // (Stronger, stronger, stronger, stronger) // Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life // I do this with conviction // I write truths and never fiction // My disease is what you fed // I can't stop with my ambition // Like a missile on a mission // I'm a force that you will dread-ead

If The Exile was a series or movie, I can envision this song being played while at the end of Chapter 3, or maybe Chapter 4 since that’s when we maybe talk to Syfin + Trystan + Our Family.

Benjamin Blackwood • My Demons by STARSET

Mayday, mayday // The ship is slowly sinking // They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling // They're all around me circling like vultures // They wanna break me and wash away my colors // Wash away my colors // Take me high and I'll sing // Oh, you make everything okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, okay) // We are one and the same // Oh, you take all of the pain away, away, away (away, away, away) // Save me if I become // My demons

This is just basically him asking for help, I just haven’t decided if I want this to be romantic or platonic in terms of he’s asking for help from.

Kai Morgenstern • Lovely by Billie Eilish & Khalid

Thought I found a way // Thought I found a way out (found) // But you never go away (never go away) // So I guess I gotta stay now // Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here // Even if it takes all night or a hundred years // Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near // Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear // Isn't it lovely, all alone // Heart made of glass, my mind of stone // Tear me to pieces, skin to bone // Hello, welcome home

Kai and her complicated one-sided relationship with the supernatural world. There’s a reason why she has a really high Resistance Stat.

One Quote

Tate Cerati • Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz

“Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.”

This ties to the moment he found out the truth about Daphne, and Alex. How everything just shattered for him in the blink of an eye. It also ties to other events, like finding out what happened to his mother and during the battle when Daphne dies trying to save him. It's just him not expecting an outcome that would destroy his life, in a sense. The kind of outcome where he has to live with that knowledge knowing there is nothing he could have done to change it.

Brynn Delvaux • They Both Die At The End by Adam Silvera

“Sometimes the truth is a secret you're keeping from yourself because living a lie is easier.”

I headcanon that she had her suspicions about what Hunters really were. I mean you can't really be that strong and still be human. But keeping it to herself and not investigating further was better than to face the truth because being just like the kind of creatures she was taught to hunt was too much for her to handle. Even after she learns the truth during the story she is still in a bit of denial.

Ryder Vesta • The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. 'I'm okay' we say. 'I'm alright'. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”

I told you about what his childhood, and how he came to be working for the Phoenix Organization, so this fits into him questioning Phoenix and his upbringing. Trying to figure out whether what he was told about his parents abandoning him were true or not, and thinking about what he would do if it weren't. The slow process of finding the truth, thinking that he's okay until it hits the point where he realizes he's actually not okay and not knowing if he is actually strong enough to go against the person he was loyal to.

Amaris Voight • Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz

“Sometimes, you do things and you do them not because you're thinking but because you're feeling. Because you're feeling too much. And you can't always control the things you do when you're feeling too much.”

Every decision she made after waking up were based on feelings so they are a bit questionable even if they're not exactly bad, like not reaching out to Nathaniel and Areum. But it also fits in terms of her abilities. She has sort of learned how to use her abilities and has trained in order to be able to control her powers but she still doesn’t know the extent to what she can do so sometimes when she’s feeling too much, she can’t really control her abilities and the outcome of that is not always pretty :(

Kavan Vekany • The Burning Maze (The Trials of Apollo, #3) by Rick Riordan

“Pain is an interesting thing. You think you have reached your limit and you can’t possibly feel more tortured. Then you discover there is still another level of agony. And another level after that.”

After reading the new update, this just fits him so much. Everything he had to go through after [redacted], especially whatever they did in order for him to not be able to fully transform anymore? He’s known pain like never before, and you know it’s bad when even i think it’s too much lmao.

Benjamin Blackwood • Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

“He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.”

He grew up thinking that there was only one way of doing things, his father’s way. It never really hit him until he got older. For the majority of his life he just kept on doing what he was told because he thought it was the right thing to do and because he wanted his father to be proud but he was never truly happy. He never stopped to think about that feeling until later on.

Kai Morgenstern • They Both Die At The End by Adam Silvera

“I've spent years living safely to secure a longer life, and look where that's gotten me. I'm at the finish line but I never ran the race.”

My favorite girl, who hates life in NMC and being a Keeper in general. She wasn’t exactly “safe” or “cautious” when doing things before the events of kotsam but her life was never in danger, she had everything she wanted. And then, in the form of one car crash and almost being killed, he future just went down the drain and in the span of 2 years (so far) she has had so many near death experiences. She’s just so tired at this point.

#i didn’t really give a big explanation for the songs and im sorry for that. i just didn’t know what to say since some were based on vibes #and i know Benjamin’s descriptions are confusing since i haven’t talked about him or his story to you so im sorry about that too akshsksks #also. after i finished writing this i realized it ended up being pretty sad and i guess it’s just on brand for me now 😔#i love them though. they do get sort of happy endings #my babies <3 #thank you love!!#misc: asks #tag: flor ✨

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isolctions · 4 years ago

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...........so let’s finally talk abt what the actual fucking fuck is wrong with ai’rina rue castillo, huh gang? :-)

(everyone go thank @armsdealing & @durcgs beating the anxiety out of me in order to post this info-dump.)

...before we get into things, now’s the part where i establish a warning for triggers to be discussed in this lengthy headcanon post. there’s gonna be some talks of mental illness, slight alcohol abuse, & breaking down topics of familial abuse, mental abuse, religious abuse, emotional manipulation, and elements of non-con. be warned.

a’ight, so look. i’ve hinted in between threads & development that rue had a not-so-fantastic upbringing that impacted how she perceives herself, how she interacts with others, (in terms of her career, at least) and how she views personal relationships, but i didn’t realize how........severely her upbringing messed with her mental health until i started working through how i wanted to plot out rue’s behavior for her next album release. at first, i had the idea that she decided to take more time for herself & sort of distance herself from the public / media circus plaguing her life so that she can create much more authentic music. then i actually listened to the EP that i’m basing her album off of and thought “...oh.” THEN, i looked over old meme responses & old threads / mentions of her family and how she grew up and thought, not for the last time since piecing everything together: “....oh. oh fucking boy.”

so, that horrible realization dawning on me, let’s talk about rue’s childhood.

i wrote a thing like, two years ago almost (that upon looking for last night, i realized i didn’t actually share it w/ anyone but alex in our discord server & only mentioned a portion of it in rue’s moodboard that i made) that talked vaguely about how rue felt growing up. and it’s worth noting that...she’s the middle of ten fucking siblings. and that’s just the brothers & sisters she knew of that stayed with their mother. and on top of that, not all of those siblings are the product of rue’s father, or even rue’s mother for that matter. and it’s also worth noting that rue not only grew up in poverty, but she grew up never having any actual space that had solely been her own, or even an article of clothing that had belonged entirely to her. so naturally, as a young child, rue sort of became torn between starved for attention & wanting someone to pay attention to her (whether that be her older siblings including her in something, whatever teacher they had for the next six months to call on her for something, for her mother to miraculously show up with her unknown father in tow one day, & for literally anyone to be her friend, pls god Notice her!!!) and for people to simply leave her the hell alone. obviously, this carried into adulthood.

and branching off from the whole “lack of space” point i made, rue wound up growing up to become increasingly more private as time went on because she literally cannot remember a single moment where she wasn’t squished between a bunch of people. driving around in their minivan? rue’s packed in the middle of the second row. nowhere to sleep while on the road? rue’s smacked between gigantic older brothers & clingy little siblings. need to use to bathroom? lmao, she better off going outside!!! gotta change clothes? yeah, good luck with that. it was to the point where, when rue got her first period, she was humiliated by it — not because ‘omg, am i a woman now?? wtf is this???’, but because she ruined the one good sheet that she slept on with her sisters & they were super pissed at her and her mother withheld pay from her for weeks. >:/

already, rue grew up never having shit to herself until the record deal. but she also dealt with literally...so much abuse from her mother. rue thought this was the norm growing up, because all of her siblings faced their mother’s wrath at some point & all of them eventually learned to just deal with the shit and do what she says if they wanted to avoid it. they all compartmentalized and repressed to varying degrees. there’s a lot in which rue has repressed so deeply, she doesn’t even remember if it seriously happened or if she was just making it up bc it was so fucking bizarre for a parent to act that way towards their child, lol?? (and this behavior of “i’m just going to do what you say bc i don’t want to deal with whatever bullshit you’re up to if i say no” also carried into business / personal relationships, which is...very Yikes it’s amazing she didn’t get scammed or worse!)

so sure, people have complimented her for her exceptional manners & her cleanliness & how quiet / polite she is & how amazing her posture is, bc seriously, this girl will never experience back problems in her life bc her posture is so on par. but where rue typically smiles / responds bashfully, she can’t exactly just up and say: “oh, yeah, my mom used to slap the shit out of me ‘til i bruised if i spoke out of turn or talked back, and if i reached for anything in the store or put my elbows on the table she’d slap a ruler against my palms ‘til i got welts, and she’d make me read verses all night without sleep if i did anything wrong and make me straighten up and kneel on rice if i slouched or took a nap in church and humiliated me in public if i so much as looked at someone of the opposite sex on the street n oh, did i mention i also cleaned houses for rich millionaire snobs from ages twelve to sixteen and if they said or did literally anything to me i wasn’t allowed to defend myself?? ya i’m real proper :)”

(and normal ppl will go: “...................what the FUCK is WRONG with you????”)

but oh man, babe, we’re not done yet!!! rue, being the product of both a highly religious and a highly exploitative household...had difficulty when she started reaching puberty & noticing her classmates. plural, because it wasn’t just boys that she began to secretly have crushes on / fantasize abt, sexually or domestically. she also realized, oh shit, that she started looking at girls differently too. and that literally put the fear of god into her heart, bc if her mother ever found out that she was having non-platonic feelings for the girls in her classrooms, she wasn’t going to be pissed. her mom might have actually tried to kill her. or have her exorcised or something. she knew the shit would be severe, and she wanted no fucking parts of her mother or her siblings inserting the church into her personal life, thank u very much! so rue started suppressing her romantic feelings for people to the point where if adult rue receives intimacy, she’s like “...is this allowed? is this not illegal??????” while simultaneously being like “i will be a slut. just this once. as a Treat to teenage me. :>” regardless, rue learned to molotov cocktail literally any emotion or thought she had, bc she was paranoid that it would give her mother a vision.

now, onto the perils of exploitation...she should’ve been used to it really, what with her mother forcing herself & siblings to lure customers into their shop with promises of visions and palm readings and the wonders of the cards and overexerting their abilities. same with housekeeping, like being of service to people was normal! but when seventeen year old rue decided to sign a record deal and break from home, she wasn’t thinking critically about what the fuck all of this would entail. and as described in this headcanon post abt her discography, her early music was the product of allowing people much older & powerful than you to influence your work & manipulate your values. so rue was very much parading around as someone she wasn’t, someone much more confident and badass and self-assured than she really was, and she was so impressionable back then that it literally makes her sick to think back on it now. she calls it her puppy phase and phrases the eagerness to please execs as ‘tongue wagging’. homegirl hardly even knew her name anymore, bc all she was and all she would ever be was rue, the star, the vocal temptress. not ai’rina, the help or ai’rina, the seer, ai’rina, the weak little nobody. but later on, the subtle manipulation was less about decision making & how they wanted her to sound, and more about how they wanted to present the latest trophy star — because after all, she was pretty. people liked her. she sung really well. suitors weren’t too far off into the distant future. so why not kill two birds with one stone by having a high ranking label artist keep tabloids talking by being seen in public with a few heart throbs? surely, there’s no harm in manipulating an eighteen/nineteen year old’s love life! under the guise of improving her social skills & relations with fellow artists and the media and the like, rue gave into the pressures and let herself be taken out on dates & seen at awards shows with a few guys. no big deal. it was only for a night or so, she could handle the attention. then, one night appearances turned into week long appearances. pretending to date for only a month! completely innocent, positive exposure. :)

(adult rue, looking back @ younger rue: you stupid fucking BITCH-)

yeah, so once her label/management realized that she was turning into a hot commodity, they lost no sleep at allowing their nineteen year old artist to be seen ‘dating’ 20-24+ year old men occasionally. and whatever happened after their public appearances were none of their business. plus, she was good at pretending and being arm candy — so rue experienced her first kiss, her first dates, and her first times with people who she’s almost certain hardly remember their time with her, and really only got involved with her for a mutual career boost. very few of them does she actually remember in a positive light, and the ones that were positive, still depress her bc lmao all of it was fake, even if they were really nice & made it less like a chore and more like they actually wanted to be with her!! even fewer of them were actual relationships. meaning, said person asked her out of their own volition, not bc their managers thought it’d be a decent match on camera. it was evil, really, what her old label made of her. (like, she makes funny jokes that her first time having sex was awkward bc she had a vision halfway through that bummed her out but in reality it was just...really more of a transaction that made her feel icky n progressively worse abt herself until it happened more often and now she just doesn’t care anymore. sex is just sex, u know?? everything’s fake. why you gotta make it personal.) this whole fiasco took over the larger part of rue’s career from like, age nineteen to age twenty-two or so, and she suffered dramatically from this because what is even a genuine, authentic relationship at this point? what do u mean you want to get to know me? did ur manager tell you to ask so many damn questions & try to get to know me? obviously you want something from me bc that’s why everyone gets into a relationship or has sex with me, stop confessing feelings for me u fucking loser. >:/

like...rue doesn’t even have friends. outside of her relationship with marcelo / @armsdealing (which, AGAIN, i think was initially arranged to promote her song be honest, how fucking IRONIC), rue does not have any personal relationships with anyone. i mean, she likes her latest management team since switching labels...her hair stylist is rly cool & her make up artist is fun to vacation with...she met a few other celebrities at events that she occasionally texts & has dinner with...yeah, she’s basically a pretty hermit. her family is more or less out of the question — the few brothers & sisters she does still have a positive relationship with (like, four of them lol), they don’t see each other in person often / mainly communicate via groupchat and facetime calls when all of them have time. she tried visiting with her mother over the years, but the verbal & emotional abuse/curses placed on her/accusations of being an imp of satan for singing to the public/memories of being forced to perform psychic shows & clean for chump change keeps her from trying to mend that relationship. like, being gaslit by ur mother isn’t really the vibe, u know? and bottom line, rue simply is a very shy and socially stunted individual who does not know how to communicate like a normal human being anymore. hell, her life revolves around pretending for strangers at this point!

now, onto how...all of That ties into her behavior / state of mind during this next album. so, after riding the wave of success from her third album & the circus that came with that. rue sort of had a fucking existential crisis. came out of absolutely nowhere. (not nowhere — one of her brothers called her out of the blue and called her ai’rina and she literally went “who the fuck is that?”) told her label that she was taking some time in between albums bc she was creatively zapped or whatever bullshit excuse she came up with that somehow worked bc this new label was a little more understanding than the last. vacationed for a little, did some hot girl shit, bought a house, tried to see her mother again for whatever reason then got the shit slapped out of her and finally screamed at her to never touch her again unless she wanted to Throw Hands. cried and got drunk abt it. that took six months. bullshat to her label again, dropped like two songs to smooth things over, decided to focus on magic for a little to ground her, started partying with label mates then going home shitfaced & hungover every other morning. that took eight months. dropped one last song, promptly deleted her twitter, tried to write songs again, got a call from her mother and panicked and got drunk. that took a year. vacationed some more, got even drunker, was bed ridden for like three months because holy shit i’m having so many visions and if i see One More Thing my brain is going to explode, couldn’t separate the present from the future for weeks after that, told absolutely no one about that, cried every day & had an identity crisis, dyed her hair to appease the identity crisis goblins. that took a year and a half.

now, she just chilling. dyed her hair again. scaring her siblings halfway to death bc she keeps going on benders & sending cryptic texts abt the visions she’s getting but they’re so incomprehensible that they’re seriously considering moving in to get her fucking shit together. had a vision that she was married with kids and had a two week identity crisis appeased only by moving houses. (she was in a neighborhood with families...too much Drama and visions. turned into a really cool song tho.) started calling herself by her birth name of ai’rina in private. reactivated twitter to send cryptic tweets that her album is coming. working on said album. trying to drink less but kinda failing bc how is one simply supposed to make a highly personal dual album without alcohol??? prbly somewhere crying in marcelo’s lap or smthn. just vibes.

like...i feel like, in my head, the Theme of her project is wrapped up in identity. her relationship with fame and whatnot. trying to coax her childhood self out of its’ shell so that she can function like a normal goddamn person for once and re-establish her values. like, if someone went to any of rue’s residences right now, it’s just songbooks everywhere and wine glasses and her crystals and shit, bc she still has people’s futures to read for money. (yes, she never really got out of that portion of her childhood, but hey it pays.) it was all very confusing to experience at once while in bed at four in the morning & even though i tried organizing and debated on this, it’s still a Lot. which is why i am once again asking for plots that would allow her to dissect all these Things

so yeah. album four otw, with a side of confronting our childhood & facing our traumas!

#rue — facts #imagine me making a cohesive hc post #it wont happen but like imagine how sexy that would be #anyway this is long and me thinks stream of conscious hc posting is both therapeutic and Exhausting #but i had a lot of thots abt her that needed to be shared to...yeah #abuse tw #alcoholism tw #long post tw #i feel like that its always sunny meme??? yall know which one #but anyways this is somehow overwhelming n embarrassing that i typed so much so i am going to hiding!#UNLESS!...........u want to plot with this Disaster of a woman :eyes:

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sadhaa · 4 years ago

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another THOUGHT

Cause istg i am on a role rn. If anyone has the time and writing ability to write these ideas GO DO IT. I enable you.

OK THOUGHT: The Dark Tower - The Hollow Queen and With All My Heart storylines but change it up a bit. The Dark Tower, The Hollow Queen The Hollow Warlock and With All My Heart

Like what if instead of Gwen, Merlin got kidnapped?

Note: I do realize after my last post that I am making some eps more Merlin-centric and that’s bc i feel like if this happened we would get more character development. just a thought.

Note again: you can interpret this as platonic or romantic i dont really care but bc im a big rom merthur shipper, im taking this in the romantic interpretation

Note again again: can people comment like if they like ideas like this cause im down to have more thoughts. like this is fun. i feel great.

Ok as always background:

1. Gwen is Queen, Camelot needs a queen so she is queen, but she is not married to Arthur, she is married to Lance (they did him so dirty in the show)

2. Arthur has feelings but he doesn’t really know that he has feelings. like he gets a fluttery feeling whenever Merlin smiles but just chalks it up to heart burn.

3. Morgana knows who Emrys is. Cause if she is the High Priestess, im gonna assume she knows about the crystal cave and asked it “crytal crystal in the ground, who the hell is emrys?” and it just showed a pic of merlin and she was like “aww hell nah”

ok on to thought-->

So Morgana finds out about Merlin and his magic and is pissed. She plots to torture him for the pain he has caused her. she also remembered what Agravaine (ew) told her when he was helping her, that Arthur had the knights comb the forests in search of Merlin, ultimately going himself to save Merlin. also if she can get Emrys to her side, then maybe all of the magic population would side with her and help takeover Camelot. So she plans to kidnap him and take him to the dark tower.

so cue that scene with all the knights and Gwen but this time with Merlin too bc Gwen misses him and wants to chat like old times.

BAM MORGANA

now some of the knights get bitten and gwen gets knocked unconcious but Merlin tries to stand up to her, but she subdues him quick bc we need that for plot.

the remaining knights go back to Arthur, commence angst bc oh no Merlin.

Arthur remembers the fear he felt the last time Merlin was kidnapped by the men but doesn’t know that Merlin was kidnapped by Morgana then too. Either way, he needs to get his bff/love back.

Merlin faces the same hallucinations but its everyone reacting badly when they find out about his magic

Leon - “YOU BETRAYED YOUR FRIENDS AND ARTHUR, HOW COULD YOU”

Gwaine - “YOU LIED TO ME WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT MYSELF, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS” (not super strong ik, if someone has a better one...)

Elyan and Gwen - “MAGIC KILLED OUR FATHER AND NOW WE WILL GET OUR REVENGE”

Percival - “MAGIC (CENRED) KILLED MY FAMILY NOW I WILL KILL YOU”

Lancelot - “YOU LIED AND GOT ME BANISHED, YOU SAID YOU WOULD HELP ME MERLIN”

and then Arthur’s would hurt the most “YOU LIED TO ME ALL THESE YEARS I TRUSTED YOU YOU KILLED MY FATHER YOU COULD HAVE SAVED MORGANA YOU ALMOST GOT GAIUS KILLED YOU MONSTER...”

the “monster” part would kill him inside and is thus the breaking point for him where he falls into Morgana’s curse.

Now commence the rest of the episode Dark Tower, the same way except that the weird fairy actually helps the rescue party bc she believes that Merlin is good and that they all need him and Elyan doesn’t die bc my boi deserves better than that too.

They get him back and he seems fine. But he really isnt

I dont have any real ideas for the Hollow Warlock its just a cool title I thought. The main pivotal part should be Merlin meeting with Morgana and monologuing about living in Camelot scared and saving Arthur and not being seen which makes the viewers see a side of Merlin that is not seen often. almost like a Dark!Merlin AU.

Ok, now to With All My Heart. All the knights, Arthur and Gwen notice Merlin acting odd. So they follow him and notice him consorting with Morgana. Arthur is crushed bc the one person, his other half, who he knew would never betray him has now gone and done this. When they speak with Gaius and he tells them that Merlin has fallen to Morgana’s will, then they all are relieved bc that means that Merlin doesn’t actually want to betray Arthur. Arthur is now more determined than ever to get him back. So cue funny scene with a dinner with knights, arthur, gwen and gaius. even mordred.

BAM merlin unconscious and ready to be saved!

Now adventure! Quest! Drama! Angst!

On a night where they have to stop to rest and merlin is still conked out, they swap stories of M’s heroic deeds and funny moments. they plan to tell him all of this when he wakes up cause that boy doesn’t get enough praise.

Now they are at the fancy lake (im a little lazy to figure out the name) the only downside to my idea is that there can’t be a Dolma. or maybe there is a Dolma! that isnt merlin in disguise.

Merlin wakes up and like how Gwen went on a mad tirade for a sec, he goes on for a whole 10 mins and inadvertently reveals his magic. He vents it all out in an anger infused rant and talks about how he wants to be loved and seen and is crying as well as shouting. Everyone is horrified and Arthur feels guilty and betrayed. Percival knocks him out so that they can talk about this. They spend the night there and decide to wait til the morning to decide to help M or not (basically they all would save M they jus dont know if A would save him or not [even though they all know he would]).

Arthur sleeps and ,through Kilgarrah’s (is that how you spell it?) creepy ass voodoo magic, sees a life without Merlin in it. He wakes up with a shout and realizes. That. was. a Nightmare. a life without Merlin was literally a nightmare. He thinks back to the rant and knows that even though Merlin was scared and did things selflessly, he meant no harm to camelot and did it all out of Love. Bc he loved Arthur. Arthur then has an epiphany and realizes his “heart burn” is emotions. yike. And with that Arthur decides to help M.

They get him to the lake and its basically a repeat of the day before with the screaming and shouting. But this time, Morgana’s men have arrived. With Morgana. cause drama.

Now the knights and gwen grab their swords and make a wall while M and A stay behind. Arthur tries to get through to Merlin and says “I am sorry with all my heart” and Merlin hesitates.

Then a few of the evil dudes get through the wall and advance towards Arthur and Merlin. Arthur steps forward to fight and Merlin watches and realizes that Arthur would fight for him, would die for him just as Merlin had vowed to do. this man was worth it and that he knew that with all his heart.

Merlin walks into the lake, glows a little and walks out normal. he like slow walks past the wall and uses his magic in a super badass way and just scares Morgana bc of how powerful she is. she yeets herself out of there and everyone hugs merlin and they tell him how much they all love him. Arthur in particular just kisses him right there and then, all adrenaline and happiness.

On the way home, he tells the stories of all the times he used magic. they realize that even though he was under Morgana’s will, this is still what he felt, the fear, the anxiety, the pain. Arthur goes back and repeals the ban and makes Merlin his consort. prob some nice angst with requited love.

the end.

someone write this pls. i have these thoughts at 11:23 pm and dont have the motivation to actually write something like this.

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xdsockmonkey · 5 years ago

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The Best I’ve Been in A While

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader (could be platonic or romantic), Crowley

Word Count: 1,653

Warnings: Mentions of a breakup, hurt comfort

Summary: Reader gets broken up with, Aziraphale helps

Notes: *I tried to make everything as gender-neutral as possible* This is based on @thependragonwritersguild prompt #11596 for @daryls-crossbow-carols-boots who asked for someone to write an Aziraphale fic and I finally got an idea

You had recently moved to London… well, not that recently. You had moved here over a year ago, got a relatively good job and two solid friends, but you still felt like something was missing. You had gotten a black kitten to keep you company—you loved Butters (the name was part of the reason you fell in love with her) but there was still something missing. Today was Saturday and you were fulfilling your tradition of going on a random adventure one day out of the week. Today you were wandering some streets you had never paid much attention to while sipping some coffee. So far you had discovered two pet stores, a donut shop, a pizza shop and a Christmas store. As you were walking down the street, looking at the colorful shops you were passing, you accidentally bumped shoulders with a stranger.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. As your head turned to look at the stranger, you first noticed his dark sunglasses. But for a split second you could see behind them and you could see bright yellow-orange eyes. The stranger pauses for a second and stands up straight.

“No worries,” he quietly says, before walking away. As you continued to wander around you kept thinking about that man. He intrigued you and you felt an immediate urge to want to be his friend. Later that day, when you were home curled up on your bed with your cat you suddenly got a text.

“We scheduled too many people for tomorrow, you can have the day off,” your manager sent. Not putting too much thought into it, you turned off your alarms and decided to watch some TV while falling asleep.

When you awoke the next morning, you instantly thought of the man with the yellow eyes. Throughout the morning you continued to feel the strong urge to go back to the streets you wandered less than 24 hours ago. You ate a quick breakfast while watching TV then changed into some casual clothes. Once you felt ready to face the world, you grabbed your phone and earbuds and listened to some of your favorite music as you walked to the streets you wandered the day before. As you were nearing a corner, something made you stop—some kind of feeling, similar to daja vu. It made you feel as though you were walking toward something greater. Your feet began to move forward again, and before you knew what you were doing, you had entered a shop. The atmosphere of the building immediately brought you a sense of peace and you just knew you were in a book shop. It was incredibly quiet but some soft squeaks of old stairs told you someone was here.

“Hello?” asked a sweet voice. Instinctively, you stopped all movement and suddenly felt very out of place. Feeling unsure of yourself, you decided to turn around and exit the bookshop. Right as your hand touched the handle the stranger said “You don’t have to leave… if you don’t want to that is.” Something about the way he spoke made you take your hand off the door handle and turn around. What you didn’t know was that this day was the start of the best year of your life.

You began to hang out at the bookshop more. You learned that Aziraphale was the name of the man who ran the shop and that Crowley was the name of his friend (the man with the sunglasses that you had accidentally ran into). About six months after meeting them they told you they were an angel and a demon. Life was great. You had found these two amazing people that you spent most of your free time with, unless you were with Charlie. You had met Charlie two months after meeting Aziraphale and Crowley. Charlie had asked for your phone number, then immediately asked you on a date. Not having anything to lose, you agreed. Things were great in the beginning, they made you laugh and were incredibly respectful with any boundaries you set, but after two months of dating something in the relationship felt off. You tried to spend more time with them and to talk about what was going on but they would always change the subject, so you just dropped it.

Now, here you are, almost five months into the relationship and Charlie is coming to your apartment to “have a very serious talk.” You were sitting at your kitchen table trying to calm your shaking hands.

“They should be here by now,” you mumble to yourself. Not even a minute later an uneven knock comes from your door. Taking a deep breath you stood up and walked to your door. Gathering all your courage you opened the door.

“Hey!” you said, forcing a smile to your face. They looked nervous, but not a good kind of nervous like when you’re on a rollercoaster, it was a bad kind of nervous like when you have to take a test you didn’t study for.

“I’m just going to make this quick,” they start, not even looking you in the eye. “We’re over. I just can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.” And with that, they were gone. You were left standing in the doorway completely flabbergasted. You slowly backed into your apartment and locked your door. Turning around you slid down the back of the door. You put your hand over to try and control your sobs. You sat against your door for an hour as sorrow overtook your body. Butters curled up between your legs and tried to lift your spirits. Eventually, the afternoon turned into the evening and you had to find the strength to stand up and get something to eat. Shuffling to your kitchen you grabbed a random snack and stumbled into your bedroom. You turned on the TV, not bothering to change the channel to something you’d actually like to watch and ate your snack. Feeling a tiny bit better you checked your phone. You had 20 unread texts from Crowley and 40 missed calls from Aziraphale. You felt bad for not answering but you didn’t have the emotional capacity to do that right now, so with the TV still on you rolled over and went to sleep (even though it wasn’t even 6 pm yet).

When you awoke the next day you felt a lot better. You weren’t at 100% yet, but you felt as though you could function. When you checked your phone you had even more missed texts and calls from Crowley and Aziraphale. You decided you better go visit them before they thought you were dead. Sighing, you got up and brushed your teeth then got dressed. You walked to a coffee shop and got a drink before continuing your walk to the bookshop. As you got closer you became more nervous and almost considered turning back, but you forced yourself to continue forward.

Your steps slowed as you walked up the steps of the old store. Slowly, you pushed open the door and walked inside. You didn’t even know what brought you here, you began to think that it would’ve been better if you started at home. You didn’t want to be a burden to them. Hearing the familiar creaking of the old stairs, you knew they were here and it was too late to turn back.

“Y/N! Darling, is everything alright? You weren’t answering your phone and I almost came over last night but Crowley convinced me to wait til tonight if we still hadn’t heard anything…” the Angel continued to ramble. Your feet pulled you forward and before you knew it, you had yourself wrapped around him in a warm hug. His train of thought halted and his arms were soon wrapped around you. You were trying so hard not to break down right there but a few tears escaped.

“What’s wrong?” Crowley asked from behind Aziraphale. The Angel pulled away and gave you a concerned look while checking over your face. You suddenly felt very small under both of their strong gazes. Your eyes diverted to the ground as you began to fidget with your hands.

“Y/N, you know you can tell us anything,” Aziraphale said as you began to fight back tears. “We need to know what happened so we can help.”

“Umm… you remember Charlie right?” you quietly began.

“Of course,” the angel replied.

“About three months ago I felt something in our relationship change… oh my God, I’m so stupid of not doing anything about it sooner!” you cried. Suddenly feeling very weak on your feet, you felt yourself start to collapse. The angel and the demon leaped toward you and caught you; one on each arm.

“Let’s come have a seat on the sofa,” the angel mumbled. Slowly all three of you shuffled to the sofa as tears poured out your eyes. Once you were all settled on the sofa (Aziraphale on your left and Crowley on your right). Crowley had his hand resting on your shoulder while Aziraphale had you hand in both of his.

“Continue dear,” Aziraphale whispered. Taking a few moments to compose yourself, you regained your train of thought.

“Anyway, the main point is, they broke up with me yesterday. They didn’t say why th-they just said it was over.” Once again you crying your eyes out and your body was exhausted. Before you knew it, your body collapsed sideways onto Aziraphale as you continued to cry. His arms quickly wrapped around your body and held you close.

“It’s okay. Everything will be alright,” Aziraphale whispered into your hair. You hardly noticed Crowley leaving the two of you. “You can stay here as long as you want.”

And you did. That night you went back to your apartment to get Butters and her toys and food. You stayed at the bookshop for nearly three weeks. Your heart began to heal and before you knew it you were the best you had been in a long time.

#aziraphale #aziraphale x reader #good omens #reader insert #crowley #crowley good omens #demon #angel #I hardly proof read this #fanfic #good omens fic #good omens fanficion #michael sheen #david tennant

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fmjoanna · 4 years ago

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hola , mamakeishas ! 😍 i’m claire, and we love a good repurposing of intro posts. no but seriously, i’m really excited that this is finally open. i’m also really excited to meet all of your muses & write with youuuu. so without further ado, lemme introduce you to jo. aka my stupid, stubborn child who i love so much. like this & i’ll swoop into your dms for some plots. 👉👈

☆ . · . cindy kimberly, twenty-one, cisfemale, she/her . · . ☆ JOANNA “JO” VASQUEZ lives in that huge mansion over there! no, not that one. look for PERFECTLY TRIMMED HEDGES and that’ll be it. the ACTRESS has offered occasional glimpses of MAROON walls and an impressive collection of WINE in the background of social media posts, but all of that is nothing compared to seeing the opulence in person. they’ve remained DILIGENT as ever since moving to tercet court FOUR MONTHS AGO, but it seems like they might’ve gotten a little more RESERVED too. maybe that’s why they’re rumored to have such a CAUTIOUS relationship with everyone else who lives on this street.

* BACKSTORY .

tw. mentions of drugs & death.

from the beginning , it was never jo’s dream to be famous. while most girls were at home playing with toys, jo was getting prepped for auditions by her parents. they had ambitions ———— to get filthy stinkin’ rich off the back of their daughter, and for the most part, it worked.

jo landed a major role in a disney show ( think like hannah montanna or wizards of waverly place, that kinda cultural impact ), and quickly, she became one of america’s sweethearts. that was a lot for one kid to handle, with all the filming, press, etc. her parents, of course, ate up the attention and capitalized off it fairly quickly. brand deals, interviews, anything you could find a child star on at that time. it pretty quickly became overwhelming, but she was definitely raking in the dough. that meant she was to continue, no matter how tired of it she was.

which is where her perfectionism comes in to play, she had a lot of people relying on her ———— her parents, who she loved regardless of the stress they put her through, director, costars, company, etc. jo was definitely a natural when it came to acting. she knew how deliver line after line, emote, and successfully pull off a comedic moment. on screen, she played a charismatic, social butterfly, which was the exact opposite of who she really was, a quiet, nervous girl who valued her privacy and just wanted to live a normal life.

which began to take it’s toll on her. the older the she became, the less she liked being seen as the sweet girl next door, so she completely had a breaking out of that mold phase ( ala like miley cyrus or britney spears ) around the time her disney show came to an end. much to her parents dismay, she became known more for her off-screen antics than her onscreen one & definitely kept the paparazzi’s pockets fat. “jo vasquez spotted (fill in the blank with something controversial)” filled the pages of magazines for a lot of her 17-18 years, and she went from america’s sweetheart to probably one of america’s most hated lol. it had a negative impact on her career as well, which she was happy about for awhile. that is, until she realized that most of the money she made as a child was collected by her parents & not her.

with no money coming in & the relationship with her parents souring, she left home & avoided the spotlight for around three years. probably lost contact with a lot of people then too. she thought a nice, quiet time by herself & without paparazzi following her 24/7 would be healthy.

& it was. jo used the last bit of her childhood savings to fund her time away, but with money tight , she was a bit unsure of what was left to do. that’s where her great aunt came in. her great aunt had gotten rich of her stocks in a successful makeup line when she was in her late 30′s ( something that joanna’s parents were super jealous of ). with that kind of money, she was able to move to the hills and purchase a beautiful home. joanna had met her only once or twice, but there was definite tension between her parents and her aunt. the only thing she really knew about her was that she was wealthy and lived alone, no kids or significant other.

unexpectedly, her great aunt passed away, news that didn’t reach jo until she got a letter from her aunt’s lawyer, saying that since her great aunt didn’t have kids & didn’t want to leave her belongings to her niece ( jo’s mother ), she had left everything to jo. it completely caught her off guard, and she considers herself pretty lucky.

she knew that she couldn’t stay in the hills forever without some income, and because she feels like acting is what she’s best at, she decided to contact her old manager, and together, they came up with a plan to revive her career.

sooooo , now she’s back in los angeles. media has def heard of her return ( apart of her manager’s plan ) & there’s been a small amount of buzz around it. she’s more of a former a-list, so she’s really not that in demand. however, she did manage to land a supporting role in a major blockbuster ( something like a marvel movie probs ) so she’s hoping that’ll change fairly soon.

* PERSONALITY .

probably fake lol. let’s just be honest. kinda hates the celebrity lifestyle & is cautious when it comes to other people in the industry so yeah, she’s the type to smile in your face and then glare when your backs turned. she knows how important connections are in this business & word travels fast so she’s probably not “real” except with the people she’s closest to. also the type to be like “OMG ofc i know what that is. 😍 it’s my fave” but then have absolutely no clue what the fuck it is lmaoo a tragedy

she’s a hard worker & def a perfectionist. everything has to be perfect, and she’ll do as much as she can to get it right. it’s probs the reason she stuck with acting b/c the trial and error of learning something new would be way too much for her lol.

but also enjoys time out a lil too much prolly. is a regular to night life & partying ( more under wraps now than back in the day ) & will out drink just about anyone you know. it makes her a bit more brave & she believes ppl bare their souls when they’re inebriated so it’s easier to get to know ppl. what a weirdo. also partakes in her fair share of prolly just weed. no hard drugs tbh she’s not the one

your average gal just looking to have fun , but could def potentially catch feelings that she would deny til she can’t anymore or until it’s too late. 🤪 lowkey wants someone to just sweep her off her feet, but she’s blind to the reality that she always be making things complicated.

behind the facade, she’s a bit stubborn. probably also a side effect of being a perfectionist & also her need for control ( since she lacked that when she was young ) so be prepared for that

* WANTED CONNECTIONS .

ok but plots really do be making my world go ‘round. 😳 i love em, so literally hmu with anything you’re feeling, and i’ll be down. just wanna plot & write with everyone 💕 but here’s a couple of wanted connections for y’all. i’ll prolly have a most wanted tag sooner or later & i’ma be make a plot page soon.

best friend / friend group: there’s no way jo could function without friends, so pls give her some good ass platonic tingz. these are the people she can be herself around, so she holds them really dear.

people from the past: someone she knew from the past. could be friends, enemies, lovers, costars, etc. she didn’t really let that many people know that she was leaving so now that she’s back it could be like 👀 dramatic.

unrequited love / crush: these are fun. joanna doesn’t really know how to handle her romantic feelings so it’d probably be her getting the cold shoulder .

hookups / fwb: past, present, future. fwb would probs get messy. maybe she caught feelings or sumn.

former friends: something happened & they’re no longer friends. we can plot it all out . :^)

childhood friends to lovers to exes that ended on bad terms: saw this on a plot masterlist & it sounds fun so i thought i’d put it here lol.

literally anything your heart desires: a lot could work. we could even just start from nowhere & have them meet for the first time b/c jo’s only been back for a couple of months.

#linksintro #oh hey :^)

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wordsandshawn · 6 years ago

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Best Friends

This is the imagine that got the second most votes. [just some feel good fluff. platonic!Shawn, best friend bickering, but also protective/cute/caring moments] It’s pretty much four platonic!Shawn blurbs put together into an imagine.

There was a time before Shawn was a part of your life, but it all seems like a distant memory at this point. The period of time that had to have existed before you were close and comfortable, maybe even a little too comfortable, had to have existed too, but you don’t remember that much now.

Sometimes, you just know that someone is not meant to be your person. They’re not the person you’re going to fall deeply, madly in love with, not when you’re fifteen, not when you’re twenty-one, not ever. They’re not the person you’re going to have kids with or kiss under the mistletoe on Christmas. That’s the case with you and Shawn, but it isn’t a sad or a bad thing. When you were younger, you didn’t really believe things could be entirely platonic between a boy and a girl if they were both straight. But then Shawn came along and that changed everything.

You love him with your entire heart and soul, but there was never anything romantic between the two of you. He knows you better than anyone on earth, and you read him easier than your favorite book. You believe that maybe some people are soul mates, but platonic soul mates, never meant to fall in love, but always meant to be in each other’s lives.

You’re sitting in class, trying desperately to focus despite your phone’s incessant vibrations. You have a bad habit of keeping your phone on your lap during class so you can glance down and check the time or see your notifications. At the moment, you’re frantically taking notes, knowing that this information will be on the final exam, so you don’t have time to check why your phone is spazzing out. When you finally have a second to glance down, you see that every notification is from Shawn, which is not surprising because he is one of the few people in your life who has absolutely no shame in flooding your phone with messages.

hello, why are you ignoring me? is the most recent message. You scroll down, skipping all the messages in between, to see what Shawn really wants, a part of you is worried it is a real crisis. The first message he sent says, I’m home. At first, you’re confused, but you force yourself to relax when you realize that he just wants you to hang out with him. You had no idea that he was even coming home today.

You quickly text back: I’m in class. Your way of letting him know you saw the message, but you can’t reply.

He replies with a sad face, and you turn your attention back to the front of the classroom. When your class finally finishes, you glance back at your phone to see more texts from Shawn despite your earlier text letting him know you were in class.

The first one says, Oh sorry, I thought it was Wednesday. You don’t have class on Wednesdays, something Shawn knows. It’s funny to you that he didn’t forget your schedule, he forgot entirely what day it is, which is even worse. The next message he sent says, What are you doing tonight?

Your best friend is rarely ever in town, so when he is, you usually spend most of your free time with him whenever possible. Time together is always good for both of you, since you’ve been best friends since grade school. Despite the fact that you don’t see him often anymore, he still feels like home to you. For you, its nice to have a break from Uni life to basically live in his condo for a few days whenever he’s home.

Hanging out with you. You type back quickly adding the eye roll emoji, unable to keep yourself from adding some attitude to your text. Even though you’d drop everything to hang out with Shawn almost anytime, you’ll still give him a hard time for the lack of warning.

You’ve left your classroom and are nearly back at your car when you see his response. Okay, good because I have ice cream, and you can choose what we get for dinner.

I have work til 6, then I'll be over. Chinese? You respond, before getting into your car, dropping your phone in the cup holder, and pulling out of the parking lot to rush to work.

After working for most of the day, you’re really looking forward to seeing Shawn and getting to finally relax for the evening at his place. Even though you love your roommates, and you love going home to them every night, you can’t help but appreciate the different dynamic of being at Shawn’s place. He’s your best friend, and there’s something special about it. Its almost like you two have a different way of communicating, and this makes things so easy for you. After a stressful week of work and uni its nice to not have to worry about being anyone but yourself.

There’s safety in knowing that Shawn knows the good parts of you and the bad and that he’s still stuck around. There’s even safety in the fact that Shawn’s life went in a completely unpredictable direction, and his everyday life looks so different from yours. You could have easily drifted apart. After so long, you could have easily stopped talking, stopped being friends, but you didn’t. You both put in that effort to talk at least once a week. You’re honest with each other, you go to each other when you know you need someone to be honest with you. That’s something you don’t have with your other friends, even the friends you consider close, the friends you see everyday at Uni. Its just different with Shawn. It’s always been different with Shawn.

You text him as you’re leaving work to let him know you’re on your way. When you get there, you test the door before even trying to knock. It’s open, so you let yourself in before closing and locking it behind you. No matter how many times you’ve told Shawn to lock his door when he’s home, he still forgets. You’re immediately met by the smell of Chinese food, and you’re grateful that Shawn gave into your request since you didn’t have time to text him anything else since you had to rush to work straight from class and barely had another chance to glance at your phone until after you got off work. “Shawny!” You shout, announcing your entrance since you don’t see him anywhere.

He comes out of his bedroom at the sound of your voice, wearing loose grey sweats and a blue t-shirt, engulfing you in a hug. “Finally.”

“What do you mean, finally, you didn’t even tell me you were coming home.” You say, pushing him away now in a playful way.

He shrugs. “I didn’t know.”

You roll your eyes at him. “You didn’t know as you got onto the plane?” You say, referencing how he didn’t text you until he was already in Toronto.

“Okay, I should have texted you earlier. But I bought your favorite, so don’t be mad.”

“Did you get shrimp?” You question, switching your focus to all of the styrofoam containers laid out on his kitchen counter.

“Yeah, the sweet and sour one.” You turn back to Shawn, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m joking. I got the honey walnut one you like.” He responds, and a smile crosses your face.

“Okay, you’re forgiven.” You say as he shakes his head at you and hands you chopsticks. There is certainly far more food than you can both consume tonight, but Shawn knows how difficult it is for you to choose just one or two dishes, so of course, he got all of your favorites. Even if that means you’ll be stuck with tons of leftovers, he did it anyway because he knows it makes you happy.

Brian walks in the door the next evening right in the middle of you and Shawn bickering, something you’ve done more or less all of last night and now today. Last night was just you and Shawn, Chinese food and movies and falling asleep on the couch. You’re not even sure if Shawn had told his other friends he was home, but tonight is Friday night, and all the boys are on their way over.

“Oh good, Brian. You’re here.” You tell him as soon as he enters the condo. “Tell Shawn he’s wrong.”

Brian stops short right inside the doorway, looking between the both of you before saying, “I’m not getting in the middle of this. I just came for the booze.”

“Okay, well, I’m still right.” You say to Shawn.

“Y/n, you’re so not right. I’m telling you, it was a Friday. Three weeks ago. I remember. I was in London.”

“You were in London. You weren’t even here. You don’t remember.”

“I remember because you FaceTimed me to complain to me, and it was three am. On Friday.”

Brian completely ignores this argument both you and Shawn are caught up in. He takes a beer from the fridge and continues into the living room, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen.

“It was Thursday here.” You say, suddenly remembering that FaceTime call. Your weeks tend to blend together since they’re all virtually the same while you’re in Uni, but Shawn is almost always in a different city every week, so his timeline is a bit more memorable.

“Whatever. It was three weeks ago, not four.” He responds. “You’re fine. Now can we start drinking?”

You think for a few more moments, and Shawn pulls two beers out of the fridge. He’s decided he’s right and that you should both start drinking now. “Don’t you have one of those period tracker apps?”

“No, I deleted it because I had no storage left on my phone.” You respond, still thinking.

“Well, you should get it back. Don’t worry though, I’m right.” He says, popping the tops off of both bottles and handing you one.

You take a swig, deciding he probably is right, but not wanting to admit it. You try not to drink during your period or if you’re about to get it because you already have really bad symptoms, you tend to get drunker faster, and you don’t need a hangover on top of your period symptoms.

“What the fuck, where have you been?” Shawn questions as soon as you approach him. You’ve had a few drinks, and you know he has too. However, while your inhibitions are way down, and you’re not feeling fazed by anything, you can tell Shawn isn’t quite at that point judging by how upset he seems right now.

“I went to the bathroom.” You respond, thinking it’s not a big deal and wondering why he seems angry, but not really caring enough to worry.

“For an hour? You left your phone.” He says, holding it up, and you shrug. You did go to the bathroom, but you ran into Lauren on the way back, and you were hanging out with her and her friends for a bit, dancing. You knew where Shawn and his friends would be when you were done, so you weren’t worried. Shawn obviously wasn’t feeling as chill as you were about the whole situation.

“I was coming back.” You respond, swaying a little on your feet. You may have had a couple or more drinks with Lauren and her friends. “I ran into Laur.” You try explaining. Shawn reaches his arms out to steady you.

“How much did you have to drink?”

You just shrug because you can’t remember. “How long are you staying?”

“I’m just waiting for everyone to be ready to go.” Shawn responds tiredly. “Are you ready?”

You look around. You were planning to go back to Laur and hang out with them for a bit, but now that you’re standing here, Shawn still partially holding you up to make sure you don’t fall, you’re thinking maybe you don’t want to still be here. Maybe you do want to leave. “Yeah.”

“Let’s go then.” Shawn says without thinking twice. He turns toward Brian and his other friends. “Bri, we’re leaving. Are you guys ready?”

He and Brian talk for a few minutes before you and Shawn exit together, leaving everyone else inside. “They’re not coming?” You question, since you weren’t paying attention to the conversation at all, you didn’t know what was decided on.

“They’re staying for another hour or so.”

“We can stay too,” You say, before changing your mind. “You can stay, actually.”

“You’re drunk. Lets go.” He says, not even considering it.

You’re slumped against Shawn in the back of the Uber on the way back to his condo. Shawn’s voice cuts through the soft music playing in the car, “I know you’re drunk, but what the hell were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You just wandered off for a whole hour without your phone. Do you know what could have happened to you?”

“No. I was with Laur.” You respond.

“And if you didn’t find Laur. If someone else found you first?”

You know what he’s alluding to, so you simply say, “You’re overreacting.”

“I’m not overreacting. You need to be aware of your surroundings.” He chastises.

“I was aware.” You weakly retort.

There’s a beat of silence where Shawn is considering whether or not to push the topic further. You’re almost back to his condo, and he’s not even sure you’ll remember this in the morning. He decides not to push it any further, and silence falls between you too again. By the time you’re back at his condo, you’ve fallen asleep. “Hey, get up.” Shawn says, nudging you.

“Where are we?” You mumble, eyes still closed.

“At my place.” He responds.

“I’m tired,” You say, not bothering to get up or move.

“We have to get out. C’mon y/n, get up.” He says, tired of your drunkenness.

“I’m tired.” You simply mumble again.

“Y/n, come on.” He says, opening the door and unbuckling your seat belt. He apologizes to the Uber driver and thanks him before getting out and somehow managing to drag you out with him. Once you’re standing on your two feet outside, you finally start coming to your senses and grumpily start following Shawn into the building. The elevator ride makes you feel sick. “Why do you have to live on the top floor?” You whine, your forehead resting against the wall of the elevator as it continues to shoot into the air.

“Why did you have to drink so much?” Shawn shoots back.

“Touche.” You respond as the elevator doors finally open. You impatiently wait for him to unlock the door before rushing straight to the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Its been a long time since you drank enough to get sick. You flush the toilet and dig around in the medicine cabinet for your toothbrush before brushing your teeth. You manage to take off your makeup and most of your clothes before stumbling into Shawn’s room in just your underwear. Shawn isn’t in there, and you pull open his drawers until you find a t-shirt that’s soft enough for your liking. Then, you pull down his covers, get into the bed, and close your eyes. A few minutes later, just as you’re about to fall asleep, you hear the door open, but you don’t open your eyes.

“Hey,” You hear Shawn’s voice from beside you.

“No, I'm sleeping in here tonight.” You respond, thinking he was going to try to kick you out of his bed. He’s never actually kicked you out of his bed, but he does like to give you a hard time about it even though he usually just pushes you over and sleeps next to you.

“Fine, but least drink some water or you’ll hate yourself tomorrow.”

“I’m tired.”

“Y/n, I’m serious. Water.” He responds, and you know he’s right. If you don’t drink this now, you’ll really hate yourself later. You reach out your hand, expecting Shawn to hand you the water, but he doesn’t trust you. He takes your outstretched hand and pulls you up gently. When you’re sitting up partially, he scoots behind you so you’re leaning against him. You’re a little more awake now, and he helps you drink the water before you fall back asleep again.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re alone in Shawn’s room. Whether he slept in here the night before or not, you really don’t remember and you also don’t care. Your head only hurts a little, but you feel really thirsty. You look towards the night stand to see a big glass of water. Shawn left it for you. He always does, and you’ve come to expect it after a night out. Sitting up in bed, you reach over, grabbing the glass and drinking half of the water before finding your way into Shawn’s bathroom, not even bothering to see if anyone is home.

After showering, you wrap yourself in a towel before walking back into Shawns room and closing and locking the door behind to the rest of the condo. In the time since Shawn moved here, you’ve slowly taken over one of his dresser drawers. He has more than enough, so you keep some clothes here. You quickly get dressed and towel dry your hair. You’re about to throw your clothes in the hamper when you realize its overflowing with dirty clothes. You sigh loudly, but take a laundry basket and sort Shawn’s clothes into two piles before taking one load of clothes and throwing it in the washing machine.

When you’re finished, you find Brian and Jon playing video games in the living room. “Good morning.” You say.

The boys both mumble morning back without even glancing away from the tv screen. You’re about to ask where Shawn is, but you decide not to bother them. Instead, you wander into the kitchen to get breakfast started. You start making pancakes, thinking Shawn will be back soon. From knowing Shawn’s habits, you know that he either went to the gym or to get coffee, or both.

After about ten minutes, the first of the pancakes are finished. “Pancakes!” You call out to the living room where the sounds of Brian and Jon’s game are still loud as ever. You pull some plates out of the cabinet as well as orange juice from the fridge along with the syrup and some fruit you had cut up the day before.

After a few minutes, Brian and Jon finally come to the kitchen, thanking you for the food and taking seats at the counter. You turn back to the stove to continue cooking when Shawn walks in holding two cups of coffee. He hands you one, saying, “Morning.”

You take the coffee, not even questioning what it is. “Morning, sit down. There’s pancakes. And thanks.” You take a sip, vanilla latte, your favorite, and honestly the only coffee you’ll actually drink. Shawn gives you a hard time for refusing to drink black coffee, but he still always pays the extra money to get you your latte.

“Hey, where’s my coffee?” Brian questions.

“You didn’t want to come to the gym.” Shawn responds.

“Y/n didn’t go to the gym.”

“She made pancakes.” Shawn says as though that justifies his not getting anyone else coffee.

#Shawn Mendes #Shawn Mendes imagine #Shawn Peter Raul Mendes #Shawn Mendes fanfic #Shawn Peter Raul Mendes imagine #platonic!shawn

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devourer--of--books · 5 years ago

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I've continued my Obey Me! journey and I have new thoughts

It's been about a week from my "obey me! first impressions" post and while no one cares, I feel like I need to do a follow up or my head will explode. College came for me before I got up to date on the story (I'm currently on task 15-1, may the lord have mercy on my soul) but I've gotten plenty of spoilers because I'm impatient, so if you haven't played the game til, maybe skip this post? You've been warned.

Last time I started in mechanics, and for the most of it my opinion is the same. I've gotten used to the slow-ness by now and figured I'd just have to make do, but thank you very much to everyone who helped me with leveling up and how to make the most of what I have.

Story wise, the plot holes are endless, but it's mostly an otome thing I guess. They are all in school? Who is teaching those classes? Aren't they supposed to have graduated by now? Will they ever? Why were the angels and Solomon there before us? Are we like frozen in time in the human world or have we just gone missing there?

I decided that in order to just enjoy the game for what it is, I'll ignore these but it does bother me. You can find a lot of posts and theories here on tumblr on the topic and they discuss this way better than I could, so I'll just end it here: it's not a very consistent game, but if you don't think too hard about it you'll be fine.

On the part you probably are here for: the boys

I'll go in order, same as before

Luficer is... a lot. On my last post I talked about how his controlling nature and the kinky-dark-Jumin-Han-fanfic vibes I got from him kinda made him too scary for me. After playing some more I find myself to be a bit torn. On one hand, Lucifer seems like a very interesting LI to romance, he is sexy, yes, but he feels very lonely and vulnerable. The fact that he is the Avatar Of Pride, the eldest and most powerful is very attractive, again, in the same way Ikemen's Nobunaga is. A man who makes hard decisions in order to protect what is most important to him, who needs to be in control, who has a hard time opening up and does not feel like he is quite deserving of being happy. But on the other... I don't feel like Lucifer could ever come to respect us, which is a problem I too have with Nobunaga, although to a lesser degree. I always get this feeling that Lucifer loves us like a pet (maybe you're into that, I'm not really the pet-kink kind). Yes, he cares deeply for us but when it comes down to it he does not see us as equals. Our relation is not one of a partnership. At least not in his eyes. And why should he view it as a partnership? We are human, a non-magical human and he is an almighty demon lord. We are not the same. I was happy to ignore all this overthinking but it becomes unbearable at the two instances when he gets mad at us and lashes out. The way he speaks, the way he acts... absolutely unacceptable. You don't get to threaten me, talk down to me, nearly kill me and then say you respect me because you don't and I have yet to see a moment where he truly does show disgust for treating us like that or guarantees that it won't happen again. So what? You can't take talk back? Fuck you. Speaking of which, apparently he is the only one we get to fuck? I'm not sure if I want to. I mean, sure, I like some possessive dirty talk as much as the next gal and Lucifer is gorgeous, but I don't think my pride will allow me to bed him. Honestly I might just friendzone him for no reason other than to wound his pride at that. Yes bitch, get some fucking blue balls, you ain't getting any. Unless... well, you have 5 tasks to convince me you've earned it. Hop to it, Lucy.

Now that that's out of the way, Mammon:

I'm in love with this idiot.

Out of all the boys this is the one that most surprised me because while I did think he would grow more and more on me I did not see him being this important to me. I initially though of Mammon as the 707 of Obey Me, the one who is always in love with you in every route (don't get me started on this, I will be sobbing eventually), and in a way he is. But here's the twist: in MM, I'm not really a big Seven stan. I love Seven platonically and I thought that would be the case for Mammon as well. I was wrong. Maybe it's because Lucifer pissed me off so badly or because we didn't spend nearly as much time with Satan as we should (more on this later) but Mammon really caught my eye. I didn't think he was that cute, but I got one of his SSRs and use it quite often, so I started getting lots of Surprise Guest moments with him, and he just looks so beautiful in those? When the hearts appear and he looks at me with that soft expression jdhdbdndkdjd. He is just so sweet overall? He feels so genuine and human and real (in a way you don't really get with Seven until you're a few days into his route, when it was a bit late for me to love him as more than a friend). Mammon loves you for who you are, and while he does talk down to us, you can always tell he does not truly mean it. I can't think of an instance when he came even close physically threatening us and I don't think he would be able to. It makes me feel very very safe and warm and happy. Which is what love should always feel like: Love should feel restful. And maybe I'm thinking too much about this. It's just a game. But it doesn't make it any less true. I'm definitely kissing this man.

About Levi, not much. He still annoys me. I can kinda see the appeal for other people, but still a no-go for me. I'm not a fan of his personality or looks, I already said my piece on him.

So, Satan. I still absolutely adore Satan. He is the cutest and my go-to guy, but... his arc was kind of short I guess? We don't spend that much time with him so far (at least I don't think so) and the whole going on a rampage thing is a turn off (as explained above). But with Satan I cannot truly resent him, for one, he is the Avatar of Wrath, so is not like I didn't sign up for this. I can feel he does feel bad and conflicted about it so I did let it slide. But I can see some red flags? Like, I've got his Be You card and read the story and it just... kinda paints him in a bad light? Yes, babe, you've got a temper, I know but... idk man. Satan feels very caring and mischievous (again, the soft dom energy here man) but I don't feel as safe as I feel with Mammon. Maybe given due time I'll feel better. Still, he is one of my bias, lil blonde book bitch, I wanna get to know you better, let's make out.

If we don't spend enough time with Satan, we spend no time with Asmo. In my other post you can read me projecting all my hopes and past trauma on Asmo's character but so far, that's kind of all I've got. I don't have enough data or character development to have a real opinion on him, but if we do get routes I look forward to doing his. No kisses for now, sorry babe.

On Beel: Y'all commented about how he would turn out to be a complete sweetheart and I did not believe you. I should have. This man is so adorable. I'm vey romantically attracted to him and will do his route if I can, but the thirst is just... not here? Like please, lets hug and hold hands but I do not want to kiss you. He's a great guy, just not the guy for me? He does beat Lucifer though. He gives me safe vibes but, like, friend vibes. The one friend that you work out with, is your plus one when you're single and takes care of you when you're sad? That vibe. I don't think he would be very into me either. I'm a picky eater, grudge holder, horrible cook and overall bitchy gal. We're better off as friends.

Belphegor. He can choke. I haven't gotten to it yet, but I know he is gonna kill me. Human-hater, lying ungrateful bitch. He's hot, yes. Have I read smut with him? Yes. Would I fuck him? Yes. But in, like, a hate-sex kinda thing I guess. You've got 5 tasks to kill me and then convince me that somehow you are not the worst. Things aren't really looking up for this sleepy boi.

Also, does anyone know if it impacts in any way if you kiss (or I guess fuck on Lucifer's case) more than one boy? Like, will they be mad? Because I've got some impossible choices if it does matter. I'll report again once I'm done with the tasks, I guess?

Peace, my dudes

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #shall we date #otome games #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #ikesen nobunaga #707 mysme

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amegatronfan · 6 years ago

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Jame Roberts’ Instagram Q&A -November ‘18

Right.

So.

- Back in MTMTE #15, when the original Rewind got locked in the Slow Cell with Overlord, he suddenly learned how to shrink while he transformed. This was not an ability he previously had, as shown in, for example, MTMTE #2, when Tailgate sees Rewind for the first time (before Swerve introduces him to CDRW) and remarks that he can see a “giant memory stick” in the distance. However, the fear that Rewind felt in that moment triggered his ability to shrink to the size we see him in, like, LL #25, for example. This helps him survive both Overlord and the shots fired off by Chromedome, and so he, along with Overlord, is recovered by the Galatic Council. Overlord is seen as too dangerous, so Rewind is chosen as the guinea pig for an experiment the Galatic Council are trialling; an experiment that would allow them to “punch holes” into alternate universes. Since they want to use Rewind as a weapon against the Black Block Consortia (and other enemies of the council, such as other Cybertronians), the technology is built into a suit of armour meant to resemble Primus (this suit of armour was built in the same vein as the Magnus armour, in that it made so that a small robo could pretend to be this big, famous robo and not, like, the sentai suit dealio I had originally envisioned when JRo was describing this. this was done because they rightly assumed that seeing Primus land in the middle of a battlefield would scare the royal shit out of everybody, most especially other Cybertronians, who have the cultural context to know who the fuck he is.)

So, then, it worked, and Rewind made it into the past?? of another dimension (that wasn’t the Functionist universe), but then it malfunctioned and he got trapped there. He had fight his way back to the original universe by travelling through a bunch of other alternative universes (there would have been an interlude during the Mutineers Trilogy where we saw Rewind 1 travelling through the Marvel 2006 universe). At first, he was travelling back to the OG universe was so he could be reunited with his conjux (he met other Chromedome's along the way, but he wanted to find his Chromedome), but as he was travelling, he discovered Chromedome’s secret; that he had helped in the cover-up of Dominus’ murder, and so it became more complicated (he kinda wanted to avenge Dominus.) This would’ve all culminated in an issue where Rewind 1 finally made it back the original universe. As has been previously established, only one Rewind can exist at the one time, so Chromedome would've had to decide which Rewind would be cancelled out, all while Rewind 2 (and by extension, the audience) would’ve learned from Rewind 1 what Chromedome did to Dominus, which would’ve complicated things even further.

JRo came up with this idea before he began writing MTMTE, but by the end of season one, he was starting to become uncertain about this particular storyline, as Rewind, Chromedome and their relationship began to develop. Having Chromedome do this to Rewind started to feel wrong. After talking to his editor at the time (Carlos, I believe?), he decided to leave in the scene with Chromedome and Prowl, where Prowl threatened blackmail and Chromedome used Shadowplay to erase the blackmail from his memory, just in case he still wanted to go through with it. However, by the time it came to the final stretch of issues, he already so many other plot points to introduce, explain and tie up, he didn’t have time to do all three for Rewind 2 and his ultra-complicated, high concept adventures, and deal with the complications it brought with it to the cast, so he was forced to drop it.

So, with that out of the way, here are the more breezy answers:

- Megatron didn’t have a mentor who taught him medicine in the Warren, he taught himself everything he knows about treating people because he’s “the most ferocious autodidact.” (i stan a legend)

- Ratchet would still be the better medic though

- Megatron specialised in neurology

- Flame survived the events of LL #24

- The only reason Functionist Universe! Orion and Terminus were killed was because of time restraints

- Making Drift and Ratchet’s relationship a romantic one started feeling right around their return in the Remain in the Light arc, but JRo didn’t really decide that they were definitely conjux endura until he began writing LL #25

- Rewind’s colour changing pants are now (dubiously) canon (”Chromedome is fascinated; he might be an outlier.”)

- Admitted a couple of times, once again, that he wished he hadn’t killed Trailcutter

- If a Cybertronian is gifted a vial of innermost energon and survives whatever near-fatal injury or illness they had, they have the option to either keep it, as a reminder of the love they and the donor share, or they can regift the donor’s innermost energon to them. If they do indeed die, the most common practice is to donate the innermost energon (as Ratchet did posthumously in #25)

- “Sorry, I’ve seen ‘Chromedome is a bottom’ on the screen and that’s thrown me.”

- When asked if he’d change anything if given the opportunity to rewrite the series, he admitted that there were “a bunch of things”, which included:

* Spacing out events more, most especially near the beginning of MTMTE, where so much was happening that it all felt “a bit busy”, and the Crucible arc

* Writing more stories about the tertiary cast (eg. Spotlight: Hoist) to really sell the fact that this was a ship with 200 mechs on board (the main cast would still have had their own quirky adventures going on in the background)

* An example of such a story would’ve been having an issue focusing on the writer behind the Lost Light Insider

* More stories with the Mutineer’s

* Give the Scavengers an entire tradeback to themselves in Season 3, encompassing an entire arc he’d had planned for them

* He wouldn’t have “decapitated Red Alert like that”

* Having the charisma parasites being followed up by Swearth “didn’t do him any favours as they were three very high concept issues one after the other”

* Would’ve seeded more mentions of the Guiding Hand in MTMTE (though not in Lost Light, which had enough, he felt)

* More Star Saber (longer fights with different characters)

* Way more Roller!

* Show Cyclonus’ recovery from his injuries in #47 more as more of a slow, arduous process instead of an “Oh, he’s fine now” dealio

* Would’ve liked to pull off the Troja Major two-parter better

- [SPOILERS FOR IDW’S UNICRON SERIES]

When asked who’s death Megatron would be most cut-up about, Optimus, Soundwave or Starscream, JRo said he’d take Stasrcream’s the worst, as the two had “unfinished business” (the new Pacifist Megatron wanted to reconcile with Starscream). Though Soundwave was listed last on the “who'd Megatron would mourn the most” list, he also said that he’d be “proud of what Soundwave did”

- On a more lighthearted note, he said that Stan Bushs’ Dare was playing in Rodimus’ head during his “Til All Are One!” montage in the 2012 annual

- Cyclonus is, unfortunately, no longer rich, because much of his wealth came from Tetrahexian real estate (as stated in the prose story Signal to Noise, packaged in Volume 4 of MTMTE), and the value kinda dropped after Unicron, you know, destroyed the whole planet (though he also said it’s more than likely he and Tailgate invested in real estate on New Cybertron)

- Said that if Rodimus and Drift had been amica endura “no one would’ve batted an eye,” (and that they would’ve completed the ceremony off-screen)

- Rodimus was originally going to sacrifice himself in Crucible to stop the Omega Guardians from using the Warren to enter our universe and take it over. (”Even saying that is making me yawn”) Everyone would’ve thought Rodimus was already dead, and as such, another, unnamed character would’ve gotten credit for his sacrifice. Rodimus would’ve known this, and sacrificed himself anyway.

- “You’re all [unapologetic] shippers and I salute you.”

- As he stated on Twitter before, he’d have liked to include a scene between Cyclonus and Drift, where Drift proclaims his new respect for Cyc after seeing his Great Sword. This scene would’ve happened around the Remain in the Light arc.

- “Are you guys still talking about Chromedome being a bottom? Oh my god.”

- In a fight between Drift and Cyclonus, Cyclonus would win.

- When asked who he’d ship Rodimus with, he said that Rodimus was an interesting case, as he’d actually be quite well-versed in the area of romance, unlike the rest of the cast, and that he “wouldn’t pine for people.” In the end, he ended up choosing Roller.

- Getaway didn’t make up the Conjux rites; they’re real

- Rodimus’ flame abilities are not an outlier ability, but an upgrade he got along the way (he compared it to getting a really excessive tattoo). The ability is really painful and uses up a lot of Roddy’s energy.

- When asked what he hoped from the next continuity, he said that he wanted it to continue to be inclusive “in every sense of the word”, specifically pointing out the LGBTQIA+ representation as something he wanted to see continued.

- “Yeah, Springer’s pretty hot.”

- First Aid has a crush on crush on Springer (as does JRo)

- Cyclonus is legitimately a great singer. It’s that his abilities are more of the operatic kind, meaning “he is not always appreciated by the uncultured”

- “[A fan] says that Lost Light is a love letter to fan fiction, which it absolutely is”

- When a fan asked why (to paraphrase) Roller was just so dang hot, JRo said that “Roller just has that effect on people thanks to Jack’s lascivious designs” (and before you go off and google it, lascivious is defined as “feeling or revealing an overt sexual interest or desire”)

- Drift’s wealth was made through bounty hunting

- Brainstorm and Chromedome might have been amica endura, but that Chromedome felt “burnt out” from his various failed relationships, both platonic and romantic.

- No one even has a “Rung-shaped gap” in their memory after LL #24. They honestly can’t remember where the various matrixes came from, as is the case with all the things Rung was responsible for. They all blame it on memory creep and have each come up with their own contradictory explanations as to how and why these things happened.

- When asked if Swerve liked The Big Bang Theory, JRo replied with a swift “No, he has a brain”

- Instead, he said Community was Swerve’s favourite show

- Cybertronian weddings are “very long”

- There was a lot singing at Cyclonus and Tailgate’s wedding

- Brainstorm and Perceptor’s wedding, meanwhile, “would be very complicated” because “they’d be trying to outdo each other in subtle ways”. It would “make for a good sitcom episode.”

- Roddy’s favourite meme is “the butterfly one”

- Rung’s favourite meme is “the woman looking confused with algebra in front of her face”

- Swerve is over memes

- “[Drift’s thighs] are certainly impressive”

- Swerve is “destined to have many friends”

- Whirl and Cyclonus most certainly became amica endura after LL #25

- Swerve got Misfire’s number in the end

- Though he said many times in the lead up the end of this continuity that this was his last time writing for Transformers, he said he would like to write a 12 issue series centred around a character he didn’t name, and then later admitted that he wanted to try to convince IDW to let him write another series. He also said that is there was ever a Grand Collecter’s edition of the series (that collected all the issues, prose stories, additional stories from other series etc into one or two hardback editions, for example), he’d write an additional prose story to make it worth people’s money

- Hoist confirmed the Lost Light’s resident furry

- “Tailgate is the cutest? Yes, he’s a little marshmallow.”

- In his final days, before his execution, Minimus would’ve taken his poetry to Megatron so that he could read it (he would’ve also read Minimus’ poetry on the Alt! Lost Light, though assumedly under far less tragic circumstances)

- Getaway was considered the hottest mech on all of the Lost Light, with Skids as a close second. Together, they were “a hot duo.”

- Functionist Universe! Anode was a brilliant war general

- Nickel had a girlfriend before her homeworld was destroyed

- Rung can’t dance (we been knew)

- Crankcase and Con4Eva did hook up in the original universe

- “Does Rung know we love him? No - he’s very lonely”

- No one in the cast likes all of the Shrek movies, but all of them like the first one.

- Chromedome and Brainstorm met each other the New Institute (which was my question answered :D)

- Roddy would eat Doritos if he could

- Not a single Transformer (in the IDW-verse) would like Trump

- The worst film that Roddy likes is Caddy Shack

- Terminus would’ve never admitted that he was lying to Megatron

- Unfortunately, the song Boogie Wonderland by Earth, Wind & Fire never made it to the Lost Light

- “Who would make the best romantic partner? Depends on your taste.”

- JRo’s favourite superhero is Spiderman, his favourite TF toys as a kid were Hot Rod & Sandstorm and Nautica is his favourite character (from MTMTE/LL)

- Megatron, does indeed, both give the best hugs and deserves hugs!

- “You’re a tactile, compassionate, thirsty bunch, aren’t you?”

- Tailgate, Swerve and Rewind would all play Fortnite

- Drift and Ratchet would’ve opened a “clinic” together (the question asker was unintentionally vague, so JRo was intentionally vague with his answer)

- Drift thinks that Ratchet was the one who made the first move, while Ratchet thinks Drift was

- Ratchet and Drift would’ve been together for “decades and decades” before Ratchet died

- While Nautica/Skids still isn’t canon, he did confirm that Skids’ feelings for Nautica were romantic in nature

- While Jack Lawrence bases many of the characters’ mannerisms on his own, he bases Rung’s mannerisms off of JRo’s, which doesn’t help his “anti-mary-sue argument.”

- I can’t remember the exact quote, but when asked what it’d be like to have Whirl as a roommate, he said something along the lines of “you’d have a crush on him even though you’d hate him.”

- In case it wasn’t clear enough in the text itself, Whirl rejected Ratchet’s hands because of a shift in how he saw his own disability. He no longer saw it, and by extension, himself, as a “deficiency” that needed to be “fixed”

- JRo pronounces “Omega” as “Oh-me-gah”. This is important information to include.

And then the livestream ended with JRo saying we all “need a cold shower” after all this “fervent shipping” and went off to finish his half a pint of Corona. (what a legend)

Feel free to add in any answers or details I missed.

#tf #transformers #maccadam #idw #idw comics #idw transformers #mtmte #lost light #ruby speaks

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scarletsaphire · 6 years ago

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Against All Odds

Me, @exxiah and @coin-tricks-and-thirium piece for the April may event in the BPS server! @exxiah did the art, and me and @coin-tricks-and-thirium did the story.

Art is here: https://exxiah.tumblr.com/post/185180352385/enjoy-this-collection-of-krii7y-art-please-go

Soulmates were many things. First off, they were colorful. It was what defined them, after all, the swirling blues and greens and purples and reds that covered those who had met their destined. The colors were taught in health classes, small units covering what the colors meant, where the colors spread. Blues were platonic, blooming from touches of friendship and laughter. Those lucky enough to find their soulmates would see spirals of blue covering their fingers, their hands, from where they had just greeted a stranger, or splashes covering shoulders and arms where they had ran into each other. Red was for romantic love, kisses and dates and crushes and confessions. Delicate pink circles draw out over lips, a complicated and permanent lipstick from a first kiss, or ruby red decorating thighs for a first time. Yellow marked everything else, golden stripes decorating a torso for an anniversary, or neon fingertips from nervous confrontations.

Soulmates were rare. With billions of people in the world, and only one match, it’s nearly impossible to find yours. Out of everyone, there was little over 10,000 recorded at any given time. Because of this, the very few lucky ones, those who were blessed to meet their perfect match, tended to become famous. In olden days, they were renowned as deities, or gifts from them, and given castles and temples and sacrifices in hopes of good fortune raining upon their civilizations. In current times, soulmates made autobiographies and blogs and tv shows, regardless of how much effort they put in. After all, if you can’t have something, you may as well enjoy someone else having it.

Last of all, soulmates were desired. Of course they were; who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their lives with a perfect match, the one they were destined to love? Before the internet, people would circumvent the globe, spending fortunes on traveling abroad in hopes of finding their match. Nowadays, it was different. Easier communication allowed for distance to not play a factor, and language barriers faded into minor inconveniences because of translator failures. However, it was harder to know when you had found your soulmate, without the colors created from touch. Scientists and engineers and entrepreneurs attempted time and time again to find technology that could create the same reaction as physical touch in soulmates, but it was difficult, for test subjects were practically nonexistent.

John didn’t care about any of that. Sure, it was interesting to hear about, but it wouldn’t affect him. He had given up finding his soulmate when he was a teenager, when statistics had spat on his dreams. Even if he had cared it already seemed impossible. He had been told when he was seven, coming home from first grade with a letter to his soulmate that his teacher had made them write in class. John had brought it to his mother, proudly showing off the six-sentence letter focusing on the most recent episode of Power Rangers happily written in typical first-grade style.

“When will I get to show them my letter?” he had asked her with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. He didn’t pay any mind to the glance she threw at his father, the tightening of her lips and the hesitation in her voice.

“Well,” she began, her voice frank. “Not everyone gets to meet their soulmate. So you might never get to give your letter to her.” The sparkle faded from John’s eyes and the smile fell from his face.

“But Ms. Bregg says that a soulmate is who you’re supposed to be with for your whole life,” John said, crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip in defiance. “Ms. Bregg can’t be wrong.”

“She’s not wrong my love,” his mother said, getting down from her chair and giving him back his letter. “But most people never meet their soulmates. It’s unlikely that you’ll ever meet yours, but that doesn’t mean you can’t meet someone and be happy! Just look at your dad and I.”

“But if it won’t work out?” John questioned, hands dropping from their crossed position to flop noisily by his side. His eyes started to well up, brimming with tears.

His mother opened her arms to him, her voice now softer and consoling. “No matter what you happen to do, soulmate or not John, your father and I will always be here for you.”

Without a second thought, he rushed into his mother’s open arms, feeling warmth and kindness embrace him. However, despite the love he felt, it was this moment that sparked the fire within John. The feeling of hopelessness that made it’s home buried within his soul. That maybe everything that he was taught by Ms. Bregg was for naught. That to be united with his soulmate just wasn’t in the cards. He grew to despise Ms. Bregg, and rejoiced when she was fired a few years later because of teaching inappropriate content to children.

These thoughts of hopelessness were only reaffirmed when he entered high school, filled with hormones, attitudes run high, and knowledge he didn’t want to know. John had officially decided that health was the worst class in the world. A teacher who could care less if his students passed or failed and a very strong opinion on the very topic his mother had touched on all those years ago. It had been that part of the year where more of the intimate topics were touched on in the class, which included the topic of soulmates and how truly rare they were.

“Alright. As you know, we’ve started our coverage of our soulmates unit.” Mr. Leaton’s annoying voice echoed through the classroom full of rowdy students. John sat at his desk that day, blue and black painted nails tapping incessantly on the polished wood.

“I showed you guys the importance of the colors yesterday. Today will be a bit different. We're going to be looking at some statistics regarding soulmates! So all my math kids buckle up.” Mr. Leaton gave a half smile, pulling down the big white projector.

John huffed as the projector turned on, the brightly colored background practically burning his eyes. A few clicks of the mouse to get the slides set up before Mr.Leaton had returned to the front of the room. The slide behind him was a very off colored yellow orange with the title, “Soulmate Statistics”. John could already feel himself getting antsy in his seat as the lecture began.

“So most of you might be wondering. How many people actually find their soulmate, and what is the likelihood of you finding yours?” Mr. Leaton declared, the sentence dissolving into the anxious air about the classroom. The button on the clicker was tapped, the slide transitioning effortlessly to the ones after. The final slide depicted a man and a woman, decorated in colors through the screen of a television, smiles lighting up their faces.

“Now that you know a little more about what the statistics say having a soulmate is like, here's a fun fact. There are only 10,000 soulmates who are recorded at any given time in the world. With close to 8 billion people, it seems a little unrealistic to find yours.” Mr. Leaton spoke, pointing to the picture.

John looked at the screen, a sense of dread building up within his stomach. 8 billion people. 8 billion chances wasted. 8 billion possible souls and one impossible chance at finding the one that matched his.

“For those of you who are good at math, what is the approximate percentage of any one person finding their soulmate in today's world?” Mr. Leaton questioned the class. A sea of blank stares were given back. John had his pencil and paper, doing the equations in silence, to figure out the number to the best of his ability.

“There's less than a 1.42% chance.” John responded to the question, displaying his mathematics work on the paper in front of him. The number made his head spin.

“That's correct John. There is less than a 1.42% chance. In fact all of those numbers are moved even more due to a -6 in decimal points.” Mr. Leaton spoke, blabbering on about the subject before moving onto the next slide. John had spaced out, no longer interested in the conversation at hand. Right there, in the middle of that health classroom, John had given up ever trying to find his soulmate. While other people would spend millions of dollars trying, John would be content with where he was at.

He had made peace with that fact long before he graduated high school, long before he started doing YouTube. But as his channel started to grow, and more and more people started watching his videos, his mind drifted back to the idea of soulmates, to statistics and dreams he had long since left in the dust. They came back to him as a sense of curiosity, and that sense only grew and grew as YouTube’s algorithm started recommending videos on soulmates, and as TVs and radio stations drones on about the latest celebrity soulmates.

It took a few months til that curiosity grew strong enough that, as the moon began to set and the sun went to claim back the sky, John sat in his room with his computer, reading article after article about soulmates in modern times. Every one he came across said basically the same thing.

With the rise of the internet, people were meeting more and more folks with similar interests from around the globe, leading to an increase in soulmates being found. Even with the increase, there was a predicted larger number of soulmates being discovered than that, as the soul marks were only triggered by physical touch between soulmates. Technology was being developed to show these soul marks through the screen, but no advancements had been made.

As John scrolled through article after article, some written by moms on their blog posts with about as much credibility as a reddit post, some written by scientists that had words John didn’t know without Google, he started to hope for the first time since he was a child, that maybe there was hope for him to meet his soulmate after all.

He met Smitty not long after that. A friend of both of them got them into a recording session together, and with their similar sense of humor and personalities, they hit it off immediately. John found himself at ease around Smitty, and from the laughter that came freely through the speakers whenever they talked, John assumed that Smitty felt the same.

They kept recording together, and, eventually, they called nearly as much while not recording then when they did. Late night conversations, whether it be about their work or their lives, or topics ranging from games to fashion to politics, became a near nightly thing between them. Even if the calls were just static over their microphones, with brief sentences breaking the silence between them, they just sat in silence and enjoyed each other's company.

Both of their channels started to grow, and the videos they did together were almost always hits, with fans seeming to enjoy their friendship just as much as they enjoyed being friends. (Though John doubted that that could possibly be true; he didn’t think that anyone could enjoy anything as much as when Smitty made stupid jokes that were just between the two, jokes that had him laughing harder than he can remember ever laughing before he met Smitty.) And with the growth of their channels, came invites. Invites to cons and events to get more involved with the community.

The first con Smitty agreed to go to was close to where John lived, and when he heard that Smitty would be going, he offered his house as a place for him to stay. It was what friends were for after all. And a house would be much nicer to stay in than a cheap hotel that was already booked out.

A few days before Smitty was set to arrive was when the panic started to set in. John had a million questions swimming through his mind as he set up the spare bedroom and cleaned the house. What if the house wasn't good enough, or if his jokes fell flat, or maybe his hair would decide not to cooperate when he arrived? Irrational little things poked at the back of the bleach blonde's mind throughout the day, attempting to gain some semblance of organization.

Another part of John spoke differently. Smitty was his best friend, and had been for years! Sure, it would be their first time meeting face to face, but they were still the same people right? They'd played hours of games together from CS:GO to Fortnite and Uno. They'd spent even longer talking to each other when insomnia kept the two from sleeping. He was sure that Smitty could still make him laugh even with the doubts attacking his brain. It wouldn't be so bad after all.

In the hours between the time he woke up and the time Smitty was supposed to land, John had made at least ten panicked discord calls, rebrushed his hair more times than he could count, and was anxiously checking both the digital clock in his bedroom plus the analog clock in the living room. His stomach was in knots and his head was in the clouds as the seconds counted down.

He left for the airport hours earlier than he had to, prepared to settle down near the front desk of the airport to wait for Smitty to arrive. Slowly he moved throughout the airport, til he had made it as far as he could without actually boarding a plane. When he made it to the gate he was fated to wait at, he sat himself in one of the uncomfortable chairs. Not much changed, as he passed time the same way he had been at his house, bouncing his leg nervously and checking from clock to clock. He tried to distract himself with his phone, playing random app games or listening to music. It worked for a little while, til he got a notification from one of the others, asking if Smitty had landed in yet. With a quick “no” shot back to them, he went right back to worrying.

He nearly felt his heart stop when Smitty’s name appeared in his notifications, accompanied by red and blue hearts on either side of his name and a message saying he had just landed and was looking for him. His thoughts started flying even faster than they had been before, to the point where he couldn’t discern any one thought from the others. Shooting a quick text back with which gate he was next to (he didn’t bother to read which gate; he had spent enough time there that he had it memorized, and he was fairly certain he would see B3 in his dreams now) he stood up and stretched his back and neck, all of which were sore from the time he had spent sitting in chairs not designed to be sat in nearly as long as he had.

He remained standing, watching the entrance to the room for Smitty whose face he had seen through video calls enough times that he was pretty certain he could recognize it on sight. Minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, slower than time had crawled for the entirety of the day. And then John spotted him, and he stopped breathing.

Smitty didn’t look different than he normally did. He hadn’t gotten his bags yet, seeing as he wasn’t carrying any with him. His hair was ruffled a bit, probably from the flight, and his eyes scanned over the crowd before locking into John’s. A smile split over his face, and John could feel a stupid grin spreading across his own.

“Hey,” Smitty said once he got close enough to John his to be heard, raising his right hand up in an awkward wave.

“Hey,” John replied, returning the wave. They stood there just kinda looking at each other for a few seconds, neither moving as people passed around them. “How was your flight?” John finally asked, breaking the tense silence that was starting to build around them.

“It was okay,” Smitty answered. “Thanks for letting me stay with you, and for picking me up.”

“It’s no problem,” John replied, moving his hand back behind his head. “D’you wanna go get your stuff?”

“Yeah, we should probably do that,” Smitty said with a little laugh before grabbing John’s hand and making his way out of the room, following signs that said baggage pick up. John trailed behind him, ignoring the spark that went through him when Smitty grabbed him. He ignored his hand clasped in Smitty’s, warm and soft and just out of his field of view, and he ignored his stomach doing flips from the contact. Instead, he focused on the back of Smitty’s head, and focused on keeping the same pace as they both hurried through the airport to get Smitty’s things.

It only took a few minutes and a wrong turn or two to get to the baggage collection area, and in that time, the awkwardness between meeting face to face faded away. Still, their hands were held together, and John was almost sad when Smitty let go in order to grab his bags. Until he didn’t. Smitty stopped, his hand held out in front of him, inches away from his bag but still, and John could see why. Swirls of blue and yellow and greens covered his skin, climbing up his arm and fading away just past his elbow. On the back of his hand was a bright pink spiral, tightly woven through the other colors and prominent, as it spun to his knuckles and faded from sight.

John froze too, looking at Smitty’s hand. He knew Smitty was single; knew Smitty would tell him if he had already found his soulmate. And he didn’t remember seeing Smitty with soulmarks before. Which means that at some point in the airport, Smitty had found his soulmate, and by the number of different shades and density of colors, he had met them before. Somewhere in these halls, John thought, was the perfect match for Smitty, and he had probably gotten in the way of them meeting.

While John’s thoughts had raced, Smitty had turned around to face John with a dopey grin splitting his face. “I didn’t know you were gay,” he said, which caused John’s face to fall into a look of confusion. Smitty started laughing. “Take a look at your hand, dumbass.” He reached out and grabbed John’s hand again, this time pulling it up between the both of them at face level. They matched. The patterns, the colors, and the pretty pink spiral John knew symbolized a reciprocated crush from his high school classes, mirrored on their hands. And if their smiles and bright eyes mirrored each other too? It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

#krii7y #soulmate au's #soulmate au #kryozgaming #smii7y

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nekkid-karli · 5 years ago

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My week

Over our 19+ years of marriage, our desires, tastes, and interests have morphed many times. There were times that we were out at swingers parties or meeting new couples literally every night of the week. There were times that we just wanted to make love to each other after quiet family evenings. Lately, we’re having a lot of fun dating other people. Separately. We tell each other everything, and after some particularly steamy dates, we end up talking dirty about it in bed… but if I’m being completely honest about it, I mostly like it for me. Not for us as a couple, not to turn S on… but just because it’s a ton of fun and it makes me feel good. When S goes out and comes home with stories and panties his date sent along as a souvenir, I’m genuinely pleased for him. We agree that we have a very happy marriage, a great sex life, and there is nobody in the world we would rather have as our life partner and primary lover. S just feels like my home, my comfort zone, my perfect other half. …But that doesn’t mean we only rely on one another for our fun.

Anyway, last week was a busy one. Want to hear all the dirty details?

MONDAY

Monday night I had a date with E, a divorced guy a few years older than me. We had seen each other a couple of times before, and always had a GREAT time. (The previous date, he took me to a Halloween party at a club, we took some mind-altering substances, danced for 7 hours straight, and stayed up until mid-morning fucking. It was the most fun I’d had in ages!) So Monday we went to dinner and spent hours singing at a really fun gay piano bar. Towards the end of the night, we were both mildly drunk and very horny, and I couldn’t help but start things in the cab back to the hotel he had booked for the night. (Which happens to be the same hotel a different date had taken me the week prior… but there was no reason to mention that to E.) I don’t know if the cab driver knew I wasn’t just resting my head on E’s lap, but I didn’t care too much.

By the time we got into the room, (that elevator to the top floor took FOREVER!!!,) our clothes were already half off. Once we managed to tear the other half off our bodies, E pushed me on the bed and dove between my legs, face first. I loved the feel of his beard on my skin and his tongue making circles on my clit. I held my pussy lips apart so his mouth could have better access. I could feel my wetness soaking his beard, and we were both loving it. I was so turned on and he was so skilled that it probably took me no more than a couple of minutes to cum. Incredible as it felt, I was BEGGING him to stop and come up and fuck me; I NEEDED to feel him inside me. When I really couldn’t wait any longer, I pushed him off, made him flip on his back, and sat on his cock. I was soaking wet and riding him like my life depended on it. I clearly remember reaching back to play with his balls and feeling my pussy juices dripping down his sack.

This all went on for probably hours before we finally decided that we need at least a nap before I had to get home for morning kid duties… Another night with E with only an hour of sleep. He has really set a high bar for our dates. I’m not sure how he’ll be able to keep this going, but I’m enthusiastically looking forward to finding out.

TUESDAY

After making the lunches, taking care of school drop off, and a loooong nap, I met up with a new friend to go on a hike. This was someone who contacted me about a week prior through an online hiking group of which we’re both a part, and we chatted enough that I felt safe. Nonetheless, I sent S all of this guy’s info and pics, and shared my location… I guess so they can at least recover my cell phone when I go missing. This was really supposed to just be an innocent hike. He knew I’m happily married, and I strategically left out the part about the marriage being open.

You obviously know I wouldn’t be writing about this if all that came out of it is nice fall foliage photos. This guy was cute and I was still in a flirty mood from E, so I was probably more touchy than I needed to be. I know just the moment that he realized that I may just be down for some fun. He was taking a selfie in front of me, and I jumped into the shot with one arm around his chest and the other nonchalantly resting on his ass. And then less nonchalantly squeezing. After that, there was a small barrage of questions. “Does your husband know you’re here with me?” “Is he okay with that?” “Do you have an open relationship or something?” “Yes. Yes. …Yes.” Before long, we were making out and groping each other as the sunset over the lake. It was almost romantic. (Almost.) We did have to get back to the cars before it got dark, so we postponed any further face suckage til the parking lot.

Once we hit the parking lot, it was ON. Hardcore making out with hands down each other’s pants. He tried to convince me to come to his place… he even tried to tempt me with homemade stuffed cabbage… but I was just way too tired. Conveniently, this guy drives a van. No stuffed cabbage there, but I figured it was just as good a place to get stuffed.

Before long, we’re in the long middle seat, him sitting with only one pant leg half on him, me topless bending over him, his hand on the back of my head, and his cock deep in my throat. After a while, I asked if he has a condom. His response? “I haven’t used those in years!" What??? "Come on. Condoms are out of style.” WHAT?!?!?! “Let me just put it in for a second. Just once.” Not a chance.

So that was the end of that. Sigh. At least I got great fall foliage photos. Moving on.

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday night, I had a date scheduled with O. We met on Tinder and had our first date the prior week. He’s a divorced dad from Europe, a few years older than me, intelligent, attractive, and has a killer accent. O and I weren’t supposed to meet until later in the evening, so I decided to grab a drink with a guy I used to fuck around with a decade back, D, with whom I recently reconnected.

Back in the day, D and I had some fun together, sometimes with extra characters making an appearance. Recently, however, it was just exchanging stories of our escapades via text, a picture exchange or two, and one instance of a pretty platonic happy hour. I must say, there is something about D that really gets me going. It’s more than just his ridiculous body or killer smile or mischievous eyes. He’s just walking, talking sex. We met for drinks, and my panties were wet before I even had a sip of my cocktail. (In fact, when I was getting dressed, I thought about going commando, but knowing the effect D has on me, I didn’t want to show up to my date with O with a wet patch on my skirt.) At one point, I went to the bathroom and sent D a picture of how wet he had made me. Alas, that was the extent of it with D that night. Second platonic-ish happy hour, and off I went to meet O.

After dinner, back in the hotel, things were getting goooood. I love the way O kisses; love his hands all over my body and in my hair. It was not hard and urgent; it was erotic and sensual. Passionate. There’s so much eye contact - I could feel him watching my face as he pushes all the way inside me, stretching me with every thrust. Maybe it’s because he watches the reactions and expressions of his lovers that he’s so good at eating pussy. His finger on my g spot; tongue on my clit; every time, he has me breathless and moaning, wanting it never to end.

O and I met in the hotel he got for the night. I was so horny thanks to D that I didn’t let O take me to dinner until he fucked me for a bit. It wasn’t long - he said he didn’t want to cum until later - but it was enough to satisfy me for now. At least I’d be able to concentrate enough to have normal dinner conversation.

We recorded some videos that night. There’s one where the camera really only captured us shoulders and up as I’m riding him. Surprisingly, that’s the best video of the night. Just from watching our faces, you can tell every time he’s deep inside me. You can tell when he’s teasing me and not letting me come all the way down on his dick. If you can imagine two bodies writhing together, that’s exactly what it’s like. Not my usual kind of sex, but with him it just really works. Even in the middle of the night when we were done, I could still feel his lips on mine.

I’m the morning, O had to leave early for work and left me sleeping. In this big empty hotel room. All by myself. With still many hours left before check out. What a waste of a room.

THURSDAY

So I texted D. “Wyd?” “Coming over.” Perfect.

While I waited, I set up my camera and took lots of photos in my lingerie and heels. Because, you know, maximum room usage. Plus I needed to pass the time SOMEHOW.

I was really excited about getting it on with D. He showed up looking hotter than ever and acting all dommy. “Get on your knees.” “Lick my balls.” “You like me fucking your face? I can’t hear you.”

I’m not usually a squirter, but he had me soaking the bed repeatedly. He was fucking me from every possible angle and I couldn’t get enough. It was like he had a spell on me - I would have done anything he wanted. And I did. I did everything he told me to do. “What do you say when I make you cum? That’s right. You thank me.” “Thank you.” “Thank you.” “Thank you.” “Thank you."

Eventually, I HAD to have his cum in my mouth. I NEEDED to taste it. Condom off; cock as deep as it could go. I caught myself moaning with pleasure every time he hit the back of my throat. When D's cum filled my mouth, I took an extra beat to taste it before swallowing. Hot and delicious and just the reward I wanted at the end of my morning. "What do you say?"

"Thank you."

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unsexy-leprechaun · 6 years ago

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essay on ml romance

Don’t get me wrong, I love Kagami, but her and luka’s introduction to the show was a major downturn.

Like we were promised that they wouldn’t just be love triangle fodder, but look at how the writing treats them. Yes they have their own character at least, with kagami’s mom’s expectations etc (which is a copypaste of adriens struggles but wtv), and luka’s....... whatever.

But the writing is just like “oh no, we can’t let adri or mari spend any time with a person of the opposite gender or they might fall in love”

Which is a bit too yandere for my tastes tbh. Let adrien and kagami be friends, sheesh. People lost their appetite for love triangles a decade ago guys.

It might have been slightly better if they were like, established characters before all of this. Like if they were at least explored as much as the classmates were previously, so they felt a bit like human beings. The classmates have had like no screentime recently anyway so you developed them and dumped them to bring in other undeveloped characters as plot devises.

I get it tho, adri and mari’s “will they, won’t they” is what is driving the series. you can’t just have them get together, there has to be obstacles. But you wanted an overarching plot in a serialised show. so you cant have the episodes out of order confusing to casual viewers, if they went from not being able to talk to eachother to friends it would be jarring.

But like, guys, my dudes, they way ur going is that they are going to be awkward crushing from afar right up til the last ep, confess, and get together. which is just, bad romance writing. romance requires the characters to like... interact with eachother yeah? see how their personalities interact with eachother, playful banter, overcome differences.

They’ve tried to do this with the love square, I think? but they wasted an opportunity. ladynoir had them actually interacting, but now its about chat’s onesided love. ladrien is just an extension of maris crush on adrien but in a suit, and vice versa. marichat is the one that made sense to be platonic but they like, no we can’t have them be friends and get to know eachother, lets shove in a romantic plot even tho neither of them likes eachother that way.

I get that the show draws heavily upon magical girl genres, but those worked for a reason. generally we got the protag crushing on a bland dude in the first ep, sure. but then it actually progressed. like she would witness him taking care of an abandoned cat or smth. we get adriens sad backstory from neutral perspective. mari isnt slowly getting to see more of him, which is why she comes off as a creeper to some people. and honestly its part of the reason adrien is bland. if we saw snippets of his life being neglected, it would feel sad or deep. but we are shown every minute of it so many times. so its like yeah ok, what else have you got. its boring. at least give him a goal in life, other than ‘be loved by people’. even if his goal is to give money to charity, give me something. this boy is entirely defined by his relationship to others.

And... lets get to marinette. I like marinette, i do. she has a personality and drive that i like. that said, people love to shit on her. fandom and writers. and u know what? I can’t blame them. mari is a bit of a creeper. yes she is a schoolgirl with a crush, but there are like limits yeah? posting photos all over her room, stalking, stealing his things, creating a timetable of his schedule, not wanting him to spend time with other girls. these are not normal schoolgirl crush things. this is yandere-101. and the show does treat these as flaws, kinda, and im ok with her having flaws as a character- i’d be mad if she didnt. but how is this going to resolve itself.

what lesson is it teaching kids if she actually gets together with him, “just follow him everywhere and think about him every second of the day, base ur life choices around him and never let anyone else get to him and you’ll be rewarded”. they obviously need to have some kind of revelation moment where mari stops worshipping him, throws out her posters or smth, and decides to get her fix by spending time with him instead. the writers had the perfect excuse with jagged stone barging in and calling her out, but they cant fix this. because serialised show. they can’t have her grow or move on because then its too jarring out of order or smth. they are trying to cater to a wider audience (adults/teens etc) with the long-term plots but also want to keep it casually consumable to the average 5 year old. you need to pick guys.

if its primarily a kids show, its going to be all monotone until its summed up in a finale. which is fine, usually. the big bad is defeated and all is saved by the power of friendship. I’m ok with that plot tbh.

but no, they chose a romantic base, and gave their villains sympathetic backgrounds. they chose more involved topics to explore. ones that require progression and growth. so they either have the finale with the couple getting together out of nowhere, or the big bad is given a slap on the wrist but redeemed with no consequences. either of them is a pretty bad moral lesson for kids tbh.

- yeah i’m not always entirely correct here, these are just some vent thoughts, im not really trying to police anyone. take this with a grain of salt because this was just born from personal salt-

#ml salt #miraculous ladybug #Kagami Tsurugi #luka couffaine #adrienette

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joongi-twins · 7 years ago

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Kim Namjoon x Reader (ft. Min Yoongi & other members) Genre: Angst, sadness, fluff Word Count: 3,357

They all say leaving is the hardest part. But, in all reality, that’s one of the easiest parts. It’s all the days apart that are truly the hardest. The days that feel like years, that drag on for what seems like eternity, the inability to see each other each and every day. The waking up to an empty, cold, bed makes it all the worse. Just reminding you that you are both truly on opposite sides of the world. The daily texting, face-timing, and calling most certainly dulls the pain, but not forever. Not at night, when the pain is truly the worst. Not when nights are spent staring at the hotel wall, unable to sleep, or even close your eyes, because all you see is their face. Reminding you, that they aren’t there next to you, to hold you, to caress you, most of all, to just be there.

Reaching over to the other side of the bed with one hand, the other gripping the pillow strongly, arm completely extended. Closed eyes displaying the tiredness and exhaustion of the separation, she reaches out in her deep sleep for the man she holds closest. She hadn’t seen him, or more like they haven’t seen each other, face to face, for 6 months, which seemed like eternity for the pair. The pair in which everyone seemed to ship together and support, no matter what they went through, or the hate in which she received. There always seemed to be people who cherished their relationship, and even lived vicariously through them, as though they were them.

He wasn’t any better than she was. His bandmates could tell, it was difficult for the two to be separated for such a long period of time. His dancing, had gotten sloppier, messier, he had begun to break everything he touched, because of his natural clumsiness, and his more recent uncaringness. His health had even begun to decline for an amount of time, but she, of course noticed during one of their less-frequent face-times. She noticed his cheekbones protruding more than usual, his normally bright doe-like eyes sunken into his face, the bags under his eyes, she noticed it all. And she didn’t hesitate for even a second to call him out on it. From that moment, he decided to keep himself perfectly healthy, for her sake, of course. If it wasn’t for her, he probably would’ve starved himself by now.

His members began to really worry about him. When they went out, he spent his nights at home, staring at whatever drama happened to be on tv that night. The only times he went out, were to go to practice, which the other members at times had to physically drag him to, or to his studio and work on songs for nights on end. He has been eating on his own, which was a relief to the members, that he still had the motivation to stay healthy at least.

This didn’t halt their worry, however. Being their leader and all, it was difficult for them to work on anything with him in such a state. It wasn’t just him being down, however, it was all the members. The general energy level of the group had lowered significantly and all the boys mostly just moped about the practice room. They did, however, try to keep the mood light, and as energetic as they could muster, for their leader, their role model, for him. It seemed to be working, to an extent, but if something, even the slightest thing showed up, that reminded him of her, it was over. He wouldn’t cry, no, he would walk away, get as far away from the object as humanly possible. He couldn’t handle 6 whole months without her. For him, it was hell.

It was a good thing, then, that she had a plan. A plan to surprise her boyfriend of 3 years, and to do it, she was collaborating with one of the band members. Her best friend, Min Yoongi. Ironically, she met her current boyfriend, through Yoongi, when she was assigned to their group, as assistant of some sort, when she was first hired at the company. She was assigned to BTS because she knew one of the members already, as someone whom she bumped into a cafe from when she first moved to the country. Being a foreigner, most looked at her weird, her features sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd, but Yoongi didn’t mind, and embraced it. In fact they both embraced her awkwardness and welcomed her to their close family of 7. There, she met the love of her life, and him, his.

So here she was, up until nearly 3 in the morning, packing her suitcases, as her business trip had finally ended, and a couple months early at that. Texting Yoongi, in the midst of creating that master plan of theirs, they decided it to be best to keep it hidden from the other members, as Jung Hoseok over there doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, and Yoongi apparently likes to see the other members cry. Seems kind of sadistic to her, but who is she to judge. I mean, it is Yoongi after all, who just sleeps all day, god forbid he actually do something for once in his life. But, all insults aside, Yoongi is lovable, in his own special way just like all the other members, and it is guaranteed, that one day, he’ll find his special person.

Her plane back to Seoul leaves at 5 in the morning, so she decided it was about time to head out. As, going through airport security is bound to be a pain in the ass, per usual. But it’ll all be worth it, once she gets to see him again, after the 6 longest months anyone would ever experience.

In Seoul, he was getting progressively worse, emotional stability wise. It wasn’t the lack of support, it was just hard without her. She hadn’t responded to any of his texts or calls the previous night, either. Which made this photoshoot he was at, all the much harder. It didn’t help, that every single song that they played reminded him of her. He hadn’t quite broken yet, which he was somewhat proud of himself for, but he had a bad feeling, that he wouldn’t last much longer. And she wasn’t supposed to come home for another month, which just brought his mood down even more, but he placed on his mask, in which he smiles to show his fans that he’s truly ‘okay’ and that they have nothing to worry about. It is truly difficult to determine his emotions just because of how well the man hides them, behind his aesthetic instagram posts and his fake smile, that truly, looks real.

All 7 of the boys walked into the photo shoot, with heads held high, but hearts low. They all missed her, more than they could admit, but they had to do this, to get their minds set on something else, and more importantly, to keep up their public image. ‘This is what she wants’ they need to remind themselves near constantly, because she had always said that their image was more important than herself, which is, of course, ridiculous in the boys’ eyes but they went along with it anyway.

After the group pictures, and Yoongi’s solo pictures, he made the claim that he was going to go get food for everyone, bringing the mood of the entire room up, he made his exit. Getting food was only part of the mystery of where he was going, as he happened to be going to pick her up from her and Namjoon’s home, where she had been residing since roughly noon. Picking up a pizza on the way to her, he quickly made his way to knock on the door of the residency, only for it to swing open as he raised his fist to knock. There she stood, 5’6 in all her glory, teary eyed with the creme oversized sweater hanging partially off of her right shoulder, faded, ripped jeans ran along her long legs, exposing the milky skin in spots. Her flawless cheeks rose into a smile, exposing her pearl white teeth, for the boy to see, and he sure missed her.

He couldn’t help but smile back at the girl, hers being contagious and all, and he took one large step forward, and engulfed her into a hug, pushing her smaller frame into his slightly broader one.

“I’m glad you’re back” the man mumbled into her exposed neck, platonically, merely as best friends whom had been separated for far too long.

“I’m glad to be back. I missed you guys, Yoongs” She couldn’t help but keep the smile plastered on her face, tears of joy, relief, and most importantly, love leaked out of her eyes. Yoongi couldn’t help but squeeze her tighter, hoping it wasn’t a dream that he finally got to see his best friend again. They may not be in a romantic relationship, but they sure did rely on each other for comfort and advice, and the separation affected them both more than they’d like to admit.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and hug for eternity, you have a special someone waiting for you back at the studio. Plus, I don’t feel like eating a cold pizza so let’s get going” Yoongi merely spoke the truth, the pair pulling apart only to head towards the car, to surprise all the boys. Climbing into the already running car in order to keep the pizza warm from the slightly chilly spring wind, she plugged her phone into the aux to keep the car jammin and to catch up with some missed out bonding time with her Min Yoongi.

At the studio, things merely went downhill from when Yoongi left to fetch the girl. The team decided to take a break, music softly coming through the speakers. The boys merely having a conversations to break up the time ‘til the food would be there.

“What do you think Yoongi’s picking up”

“I hope it’s Panda Express”

“I’m in the mood for some pizza, don’t ya think”

All the boys except one, of course, whom sat on a loveseat, looking off into the distance, thinking of just one thing, or perhaps, person. Not like he thought about anything else these days anyway. All he wanted was for her to be by his side, and he would get it sooner than he thought. Jin walked over and sat next to the taller, his hand draping across his back and onto his opposite shoulder, thumb rubbing circles in an effort to comfort the man. Yoongi was the only one who knew about her coming home early, so even Namjoon, with an IQ of 148, didn’t have any suspicion in the boy. Just worry. Worry for the love of his life whom hadn’t responded to his calls the night before. Worry for himself, that he’s letting himself go too much. Worry, and regret for his fans, who’ve noticed something was off slightly about him, he didn’t deserve them, is what he thought occasionally, as all they have ever done is support and encourage him, even when he clearly doesn’t deserve it; in his eyes, at least.

Then there were her eyes. Where all she saw when she looked at him was this perfect man, with the perfect doe eyes, the perfect loving, motivated personality, and of course, the perfect man, with the perfect love for all those close, and those far, in his life. In her eyes, he was just right. And whenever, on any occasion, he doubted that, she would play that song, over, and over again, until he really believed her. He didn’t hate the song, but he definitely didn’t love it, with how many times she forced him to listen to it. This brought his mind to her many favorite songs, in which he had caught her, numerous times, dancing, singing, and even rapping to while cooking or cleaning. He found it adorable, while she just playfully slapped his arm, or even dragged him over to dance with her. These were the fun, slower songs that she truly enjoyed. The songs that she could use that hidden, angelic voice of hers to shine. Songs like Tropical Night, songs like Flower Cafe, and songs like Spread my Wings all by various artists, all of which she loved equally. Not as much as she loved him, however. Nothing could top that. He would never hesitate to softly put his hands on her hips as she danced, or pepper kisses on her neck as she sang. He loved to feel the vibrations through her body, as her chest and neck created the gorgeous sound he called home, and he would never get tired of it. They would at times, spend hours at night, at home, just slowly dancing, holding each other, to songs on a specific iTunes shuffle that she had on her phone, specifically for nights like those. Nights that they were both free, and could just enjoy each other’s presence. He missed those nights, and the moment she gets home, he promised himself that he wouldn’t leave her side, being the clingy man baby that he is.

The next song on shuffle surprised him, however, and not in the way he wanted to be surprised. It was one of her favorite songs, and he hated it. Not the song, no, he loved the song, but it reminded him so much of her, he wanted to cry, right on the spot. So, that’s what he opted to do. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, the suppressed feelings he’d held in for so long, just came bursting out and he just couldn’t handle it. The movement of him burying his face in his large hands came first, which caught Jin’s attention, but it was the soft, but noticeable shaking of his shoulders that Jin really started to take notice of Namjoon’s true mental state. Here he was, holding up whom he thought, and still considers to be the strongest man he knows. Namjoon had survived 6 months without his other half, his partner, without shedding a tear, to Jin’s knowledge, and he finally broke. And Jin understood, for the song that played, reminded all the boys of her. It was a song, that when she was around, they always played and danced to, they always joked around to when she was around, it was their go-to song, and it affected them all, not nearly as much as Namjoon, but it was pretty damn close.

Jin attempted to get Namjoon to sit up, but it was near impossible, as the man was taller, and more muscular than the other. He did, however, get Joon to lay his head on his shoulder, which eventually made its way to the crook of Jin’s neck, but he still didn’t mind. He could feel his shirt being pulled into clenched fists, emotions getting the better of the younger, and Jin certainly couldn’t blame him. Jin looked up and saw the rest of the boys, holding back tears, trying to stay strong for the one who had already lost it. The staff ended up postponing the photoshoot, for obvious reasons. The only one that had made noise was, the first band member who first noticed the extra guest when Yoongi finally came back.

The pair walked in the building, exchanging looks silently, but with smiles gracing their faces. Yoongi walked in first, of course, to avoid suspicion, but what they saw when they walked in, was definitely a surprise. Yoongi had told her on the way over that everyone seemed to be doing okay, but that was the exact opposite of the sight in the building. There the boys were, all backs turned to them except one, whom wasn’t looking over in that direction at the moment. All eyes were focused on a certain silver-haired man whom had his face buried in the oldest’s neck. Once the door slammed shut, however, one single pair of chocolate eyes snapped up the meet hers, and he couldn’t help the grin that etched across his face.

He nudged Namjoon up, whom had stopped his soft sobs, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to finish the shoot with his now makeup smeared face, dried tear streaks making an appearance. Once Jin craned his neck down and whispered something in his ear, however, the man still didn’t look up. It wasn’t until he registered the noise of heeled boots coming in his direction, that he knew for sure none of the boys wore, that curiosity took the best of him, and he was sure glad that he decided to look up. There, in front of him, was the love of his life, who wasn’t supposed to be back until a month into the future. There, walking towards him, was the woman whom he hadn’t seen for 6 months. There, reaching towards his tear stained face, with soft hands, was the woman whom he was just crying over because he missed her dearly.

Once her hand made contact with his right cheek, he knew it wasn’t another one of those hallucinations. It wasn’t one of those dreams, she was real. She was standing in front of him, and he wasn’t doing anything about it. That’s where he shot out of Jin’s loose embrace, and wrapped his strong arms around her seemingly frail waist. That’s where he buried his face into the crook of her neck and deeply inhaled, taking in her natural scent, along with her lavender body wash. She was here, in his arms, giggling because of his seemingly strange actions, although the tears gathering in her eyes said different. He deeply sighed, releasing her just enough to take a miniature step back, to look her in the eyes, and smile a genuine smile, for the first time in what seemed like, forever.

He brought both of his unsteady, shaky hands up to her cheeks, and through his eyes, expressed his happiness, love, and longing, to hold her in his arms again. He tilted his head to the right slightly, and she did the same, knowing what was about to occur. The other boys, long gone, to give the pair some privacy, had no need or want to watch the scene occur. She watched him lean in, until the very last second, when she felt his plump lips brush against her soft ones, where her eyes fluttered shut. His lips pressed gently, and lovingly to hers, the butterflies in both their stomachs creating such a commotion, not unlike the very first kiss they shared. Both pairs of lips, moving in sync, as one, molded together, creating the perfect feeling of ecstasy. Her arms, as if having a mind of their own, slid up and around his broad shoulders, interlocking and playing with the baby hairs on his neck. His hands, still firmly around her waist, squeezed it, showing his affection, and truly how much he missed this. How much he missed her.

Much to both their dismays, air is a crucial element to life, so they pulled away, but he wasn’t ready to let go yet. He lay his forehead on hers, leaning down slightly, so their eyes could meet, and he merely smiled, dimples and all, causing her to giggle and shut her eyes, enjoying being back in the arms of her love.

Hearing the door come crashing open, she turned around to see all 6 other boys come barreling in, include Yoongi, all grinning and pushing each other about, in a competition to see who could reach the girl first. Jungkook reached her first, hugging her around her middle, just above where Namjoon’s hands lay on her waist and pulling her into a strong hug. The rest of the boys not far behind, fighting over who gets to be closest to the girl. All along the way, smiling, laughing, and pushing like idiots.

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