#like are you fucking serious? in front of my salad?

[rosekasa]

im feeling so unwell about them tonight

[suffarustuffaru]

subaru being a teensy bit sus with otto in breaktime s2: a compilation (part 1) (ft. ram being the unfortunate third wheel)

bonus:

[corpsebasil]

Quit Staring

ethan brainrot dont talk to me this got me like 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The Halloween party was loud. Extremely loud, and you could barely hear yourself think, let alone the guy that was attempting to hit on you.

“So like, I’ve got this cool new game upstairs. It’s called a Ouija Board and you talk like, to the dead and shit. Wanna try it out?”

What.

“Ouija? The game literally everyone knows about?” You took a long sip of your watered down vodka red-bull and looked the frat boy up and down. “You know there’s a movie right?”

“Ah whatever.” He seemed to be slurring a bit, blinking lazily at you. “Nice dress by the way. What are you, an angel?”

You only stared, wondering if barking at him would make him go away, when an arm slid around your waist and pulled you into their chest. You tensed before realizing it was just Ethan; he’d lost his helmet at some point in the night and his dark hair was a tad bit sweaty.

“She’s Juliet.” He told the guy, gesturing to his knight costume and your angel wings. “I’m Romeo.”

“Is that, like, a movie?” The frat boy asked, peering at you in confusion. You almost gawked.

“Dude are you serious?” Ethan’s eyebrow raised. The frat boy, looking suddenly a bit embarrassed, found himself somewhere else to be. “Jesus, what an idiot.”

You snorted and pulled away, turning to face him. He seemed a little tipsy but not too bad, his expression warm and eyes soft as they stared down at you.

“Thanks for saving me.” You said, reaching out to adjust his costume a bit. “I thought I was actually losing brain cells.”

“Yeah he—”

“Ohmygoood.” A girl cooed, pausing in front of the two of you. You raised your brows and took a sip from your rapidly emptying cup. “I love that movie.” The side eye Ethan gave you was so astronomical you almost spit out your drink. “Wow. And Leo is so hot, right?” She continued, oblivious to the both of you’s disinterest.

But when she laid her hand on his shoulder, smiling flirtatiously, you felt something strangely territorial run over you. If knives could be magically produced by your vision this sorority sister’s hand would fall off.

“You don’t really look like Leo, though.” She said and you moved forward, wrapping your arm around Ethan’s waist. Her eyes widened and she immediately moved back, to her credit. You almost admired her rapid retreat. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I’m drunk. Are two you a couple?”

“Yeah—” Ethan said, at the same time as you said, “Couple of besties.”

Ethan turned his head to look at you and you avoided his stare, sure you would laugh if you saw what would most likely be his amused expression as well. The girl whistled under her breath and nodded, mumbling ‘okayyy’ under her breath as she moved away.

The second she was gone you laughed, pulling Ethan closer to you and glancing up at him. He was looking down at you with a quizzical expression on his face, his brows knit. You shook him a little, an awkward laugh leaving your mouth.

“Quit staring at me, E.” You teased. You tousled his curls and grabbed his hand, dragging him along with you. “Come on. I say we get super drunk, go to my place, and order takeout. I would massacre a small town for a Caesar salad and a Diet Coke—what?”

He’d tugged you to a stop, those brown eyes of his on your face.

“Do you—” he started, seeming hesitant, and you smiled.

“Do I what?” When he didn’t speak you took his face in your hands, ignoring the stunned expression he now wore. Lord, you must’ve been tipsier than you’d thought. “Spit it out E.”

He swallowed.

“Do you like me?”

Your eyes narrowed, thinking, before you let out a laugh. He tensed, mouth forming into a frown, but you only giggled, running your thumbs across his cheeks, not allowing him to pull back from your grip.

“Of course, E, what the fuck?” You tugged him forward and his breath hitched, but he let out a cry of protest, batting you away when you placed an extremely wet, extremely loud kiss to the side of his face.

“Jesus, Y/N.” He wiped at his cheek, glaring, but you could tell he was holding back a laugh. “That was awful.”

“I could try again.”

“I’m extremely seduced, thank you. Good god.” He wiped at his face a couple more times, cringing, before allowing you to yank him towards the drink tables.

-

An hour or so later the two of you sat bundled up in your bed, eyes glued to the screen as you watch Girl vs. Monster.

You had insisted on watching a classic horror movie and, when Ethan had asked if you wanted to see Stab 1 or Halloween or something, you’d opened up Disney Plus. Of course Ethan, being Ethan, only pretended to protest before he’d gotten into the film.

“These outfits are questionable.” He said, taking a long sip from your Diet Coke. He had his arm wrapped around you, you snuggled up into his side. “I mean, extremely.”

“This is peak Disney Channel fashion.” You argued, glancing up at him, he pressed his lips together in a smile that made him look so boyish, so adorable, that your stomach dropped. “They um—” You looked away, your face warming. “If you think this is bad you should’ve seen Shake It Up.”

“Wait, do you know that scene in Camp Rock where the girl’s playing the keyboard thingy and it’s awful and everyone pretends it’s great?”

“She’s really good.” You gasped, and Ethan’s laugh made you grin.

He tugged you further up onto to him and propped his chin on your head, his free arm looping over your waist so that he held you completely in his grasp. You felt his fingers twitch against your stomach, him getting adjusted and comfortable, and when he’d finally settled he began running his fingers lazily back and forth over your stomach.

You swallowed.

You weren’t sure why you felt like your skin was buzzing, your heartbeat quickening as you felt his chest rise and fall against your back.

“E?” You whispered, and heard the vibration of his hmmm? run through you. “When you uh,” you took in a slow breath when his arms tightened a fraction around you. “when you asked me if I liked you, what did you mean?”

His movements stilled and he sighed, shrugging. You turned in his grip to face him, your eyes searching his own.

“What did you mean?” You pressed, your cheeks flushed as you stared at your friend. He seemed to take in your expression with a hint of surprise, then with encouragement, as he reached out ran his fingers through your hair.

“I think you know what I meant.” He said, those doe eyes finding your own, and he’d barely opened his mouth to say something—you didn’t know what—before you lunged forward and kissed him.

He let out a noise of surprise that quickly turned into a sigh as you pressed your mouth against his own, clutching his shirt in your hands as his arms slid further around your back. You moved away a fraction to look at him as he pulled you to straddle his lap, and the smile he gave you was so gorgeous you screamed internally.

You felt like you needed to take a lap, to run around, to call Ethan and tell him what just— You wanted to tell Ethan about himself. Good god, this was what you got for kissing your friends.

“So I’m assuming you do like me?” He teased, biting nervously on his bottom lip, and you leaned in to kiss him again. This time it was slower, your mouth parting his own as you licked into him, and he groaned. “You have no idea,” he whispered, moving his hands to touch your face, “how long I’ve had a crush on you for.”

The butterflies you felt were insane. Especially when he asked, kissing you softly, “will you please be my girlfriend already?”

You laughed and nodded, slipping your fingers into his hair.

this shit got my kicking my FEET

[purplecoffee13]

Nemesis with Benefits - Part 1

Summary: “You got cheated on, and Harry is the one your ex cheated with. You hate him, he hates you, and the universe seems to hate the both of you, because you keep being thrown into the same spaces.”

Wc: 3.3k

Tropes: enemies to lovers

Warning: mentions of cheating, foul language

A/N: Hey guys! I’m going to see Taylor this weekend, but I wanted to give you the first part of my new series before I log off for the weekend. I know Harry is sounding quite unlikable, because he is, but it is a slow burn so give it some time and let him explain!!!!! Enjoy xxx

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It has been almost three weeks since you and your ex-boyfriend Dylan have broken up. You were heartbroken when you found out he cheated on you, and you still aren't over it in even the slightest. It was just unfathomable to you. How could he cheat on you and just step from one relationship into another?

Yes, that's right, Dylan immediately started dating the guy he cheated on you with. You couldn't believe when you first heard who it was, but it also didn't surprise you much.

Harry has had it out for you from the moment you and Dylan first started dating. You had no idea why, but now that those two are together, you finally understand. He was jealous of you. He wanted Dylan all to himself and— well, he succeeded. The fucking prick.

You had been trying to get over the humiliation and sadness, but it proved to be very hard. You had been in love with Dylan for so long, long before the two of you even started dating, and it was your first real relationship. You couldn't just move on that quickly.

But you were done. Done with crying and whining and bitching about it. It was like some sort of switch had turned, like the first stage of the moving on process had worn out. It was time to try some other methods of getting over Dylan. You finally took the advice from your friends, and tonight was your first date since the break-up.

You had downloaded tinder, and found yourself multiple matches. One guy named Brady, asked you out for drinks tonight, and you said yes. And so, the second stage of moving on commenced.

Now you're in one of the bar's booths, waiting for Brady to show up. He was handsome in his pictures, and he seems like a nice guy. You fiddle with your hands as you wait. You know that if something is going to happen between the two of you, it won't be serious or permanent, but you can't help but be nervous anyway.

You agreed to meet up at nine, and right now it's ten minutes past nine. A pit grows in your stomach as you sip on your beer. He wouldn't be standing you up, would he?

You wait and wait until it's a quarter to ten, and tears prickle in your eyes. What a disaster. How could you even think that this was a good idea?

You flag down a waitress and pay for the beers you drank as you waited. It isn't until you stand up that you realize how many it were. You are quite the lightweight, so five beers on a stomach filled with only a salad for dinner wasn't the best idea.

You walk out of the bar, and grab your phone to order an Uber. That is when you spot someone sitting on the bench in front of the bar, and you groan aloud.

Sitting on the stupid bench is stupid Harry, the guy which Dylan cheated on you with. Out of all people, you just had to run into him. He looks up upon hearing you groan, and the distaste on his face at the sight of you almost makes it look like you're the one Dylan cheated with on him.

"What the fuck do you want?" Harry asks, putting a cigarette to his mouth, and holding a lighter to it to turn it on.

"To ruin your relationship with your boyfriend— Oh no wait, that was you! Asshole..." You mutter as you roll your eyes. You turn around, almost falling over at the speed with which you did, but you are quick to steady yourself. You squint at your screen as you search for the Uber app in your phone.

"Fuck you." Harry murmurs under his breath, and you flip him off without turning around. You don't want to be around this guy, so you start walking away from him. Might as well warm yourself up as you wait for your Uber to arrive. If you can find the damn app...

Then a car honks and before you have time to look up, you are pulled into someone's arms. You look up from your phone and see a white car driving by, still honking at you, and when you turn around to see who is holding you, Harry's eyes meet yours. Once having regained your senses, you push him away.

"Get off of me!" You growl at him, dropping your phone accidentally.

"Are you stupid?! How fucking pissed are you to not notice a car coming straight at you—" Harry barks back at you as he picks up your phone, and hands it to you. You snatch it away, disgusted with the fact that he is touching your stuff.

"Shut up!" You shout at him with a wavering voice, too overwhelmed by everything. You are on the brink of crying. He seems to notice and quiets down.

"I'll bring you home." He mumbles softly, after you had time to breathe for a second and steady yourself. You frown at him, looking for even the slightest hint of deception—because what else is there to the guy who your boyfriend cheated on you with—but you can't find it.

"You are the last person I would ever step into a car with." You glare at him, crossing your arms. Harry rolls his eyes.

"You think you're my number one choice? No, but I'm not gonna let your drunk ass get run over." He argues back, seeming to be equally as irritated with you as you are with him.

"Yeah, because you're the picture of decency and chivalry." You cross your arms. The nerve of this guy! Trying to be all gentleman like when you know that he is nothing more than a pig.

Harry clenches his jaw, and you can tell he is ready to snap at you. You are waiting for him to start cussing you out—and there is a clear hesitation in his eyes—but he doesn't follow through. He merely sighs.

"Look, I'm not going to force you into my car. Because contrary to what you might believe, I do have some common decency, but I am not going to leave you outside a pub, drunk and alone." Harry explains, trying to catch your eyes as best as he can but you are avoiding his stare, afraid to see the sincerity behind them. "So, I either bring you home, or wait for an Uber with you."

You think it over for a few seconds, but your train of thought is interrupted when your name is shouted from a distance. You look in the way where the sound came from, and see Rebecca—a friend from class—wave at you with a big smile on her face. You wave, then turn back to Harry.

"Fuck. you."

You articulate the words slowly, hoping they marinate in his head, as you glare him down with the genuine spite you have felt from the moment you were made aware of the betrayal. You don't give him the chance to respond or even process what you just said, you just walk away.

You don't look back at Harry either, because you are sure that the hint of guilt that presses down on your chest is translating to your face, but you don't want to give in to it. Dylan betrayed you, and while he is the more culpable one in the situation, Harry did this too. He knew you and Dylan were together, and he still did what he did. The guilt transforms into a sadness as your mind wonders, how much did he have to hate you to do this to you?

You shake off the thought and paint a smile on your face as you reach Rebecca. She pulls you into an embrace and asks you how you are doing, and you answer that you're doing well.

"Was that... Harry?" She asks, whispering his name as if it would be a crime to say it out loud. The corner of your mouth tugs up.

"Yup." You nod.

"What did he want from you?" She glares at the place where Harry stands— or stood, because by the time you turn around, he is gone. You stare at the pavement, your body trying to push away that wave of emotional pain that seeing Harry instigated.

"I have no idea."

*************** *************** ***************

Few days later

You stare at yourself in the mirror of your vanity desk. Lipstick still in hand, you analyze your own face. Your make-up sits pretty on your face, painting the image of a woman who has her life together. But the truth couldn't be further from that.

Tonight, you're attending a birthday dinner of one of your friends, Benjamin, in a restaurant in the city. You truly were looking forward to it, but now that you and Dylan aren't together anymore, the fun event has turned into something you have been dreading.

You got to know Dylan through Benjamin. Benjamin was in your first project group ever at Uni. The two of you bonded and have been very close ever since. Benjamin is the type of person that knows a lot of people, and Harry is one of those people

Harry and Benjamin went to high school together. At least, that's what Benjamin told you when he introduced you to Harry at that one party all those years ago. It was at a random fraternity party on campus at the end of the first year, and it is where you met Dylan. Harry and him were roommates, so they had come together.

It was a cobweb of connections, and you have met a lot of people through Benjamin, but you really clicked with Dylan that night. Of course, now that doesn't seem to hold any value anymore, but you can't change the night you met Dylan into a rotten memory. It is sealed with some kind of glass that will always keep it pretty, innocent, sweet, and— well, just lovely.

It's what is going to make it extra hard to see Dylan with Harry tonight. You were happy to celebrate the birthday of your friend, of course, but you definitely weren't looking forward to seeing your ex and the guy he cheated on you with be together, as like— a couple.

You were aware that things like this would happen eventually—because that's what happened when you date someone in the friend group—but that doesn't make it easier. Luckily, a lot of your other friends will be there too.

Rebecca picks you up a good half hour before the dinner starts, and you drive into the city with music blasting through the speakers. You try to clear your head by letting the music take over every part of your brain, but the anxious pit in your stomach can't seem to be contained.

After parking the car a bit further down the street, you and Rebecca make your way to the Italian restaurant. You're about five minutes late—the traffic was worse than expected—so you both hurry over to the corner where the others are already sitting and chatting.

Benjamin gasps when he sees you and pulls you in for a big hug. You smile and congratulate him before handing him the bag which contains his gift. While he turns around and places it on the table, you take the opportunity to scan the room. It doesn't take long to spot Harry—you had felt his presence since you got here—but your eyes can't seem to find Dylan.

You don't allow yourself to feel any relief, as there might be a chance he is still in the bathroom. But when Benjamin tells everyone to sit down, placing you on his left and Harry on his right, you see that all the chairs are filled. Apparently Benjamin senses your confusion, because he leans in and whispers in your ear:

"He didn't come."

The words grant an overwhelming release of emotions that were making you feel like shit, and you start feeling like maybe you can enjoy tonight after all. Partly, at least. You frown; It is weird that Dylan wouldn't come to Benjamin's birthday. He was invited; you were next to him when he got the text.

You take a deep breath and decide that this isn't something you should be focusing on tonight. Alas, you are freed from the fucker for now. You should least enjoy it while you can.

You are seated next to Benjamin, on his left side. Harry is seated on his right side, keeping you apart. Since you are both important to Benjamin, he wants the two of you close to him, but not to each other.

The first course comes around pretty fast, and along with the two glasses of wine you down in record time, everything seems to be going quite smoothly. You avoid any contact whatsoever with Harry, and try to be as invested in Benjamin as you can.

After the main course, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, and sneak away from the watchful eyes of the others. Instead of going to the bathroom, you go outside and light up a cigarette. It is an unfortunate habit you have began succumbing to since everything that happened. The smoking takes your mind off the stress for a couple of minutes, and it is the only thing that has kept you from going insane.

"Are you smoking?" A voice filled with disbelief asks from behind you. You freeze when you recognize the depth of it, along with the unmistakable accent. Well, there goes the cathartic part of smoking that cigarette.

You don't turn around, and so Harry walks up to you in order to check whether it is really you. He frowns at the sight of you with cigarette.

"Thought you hated smoking." He throws in the comment like it's nothing. But it isn't. You hear the resentment hidden in every word that comes out of his mouth. The grudge that he has held against you from the moment you two met is something you think needs to be studied. To this day, you have no idea what you did to make him so mad at you. But instead of worrying about it like you used to do, you are getting annoyed by it.

"Shitty times call for shitty measures." You take another drag from the cigarette before putting out the bud and throwing it in the bin. You are about to go back inside when a collection of bravely morbid words leave Harry's mouth.

"You don't have to act like I murdered your entire family." Harry growls, clenching his jaw as he reaches for his own cigarettes in his pocket. You turn around to him, thunder written all over your face.

"What did you say to me?" You ask slowly, taking a few steps towards him. Harry doesn't see it, as he is also searching for his lighter.

"Look, I know I did a shitty thing but..." His words come to a halt when he sees how much closer you are to him than before, and you don't miss the hint of shock in his eyes.

"But what, hmm? But it's not that bad? But I don't have to be such a bitch about it? But I shouldn't let it influence my behavior towards you? Is that what you were gonna say?" You ask him as you push against his chest a bit, urging him to answer you.

"I was gonna say—"

"I don't give a shit about what you think about my behavior. You didn't give a shit your behavior when you went behind my back and fucked my boyfriend, now did you?" You pose the question, rhetorically. Harry just sighs. "Yeah, I thought so... I can't believe you have the nerve to try and tell me how I should handle you and your new boyfriend fucking me over. Don't do shitty things if you're gonna cry about the consequences. And especially don't go crying to me about."

Harry doesn't look at you, but the tension in his jaw makes you brace yourself for an outburst of some kind. You did pretty much still him to the ground just now. But nothing of the sort happens. Instead, Harry says something unexpected.

"He's not my boyfriend."

You physically take a step back, genuine confusion on your face. What? You were certain that Dylan and Harry were together. It had been all over campus after you first broke up.

"He— he cheated on me. Broke up with me a couple days ago." Harry confessed, still not meeting your eyes. A whole lot of nothingness fills your organs as you stare at him. You have no idea what you are supposed to feel right now. The overwhelming amount of emotions has turned into one empty space that leaves room for nothing but a blank stare.

You feel like you're supposed to laugh at him—in your head at least—and tell him that he had it coming. He did, of course, but you just didn't expect it to happen so soon. You had no idea that Dylan was such a loose canon. At least you are rid of him, that is one positive thing about this whole messed up situation.

Nevertheless, anything that you think you are supposed to feel, is not there. There is no relief, or joy, or lightness that brings a cocky smile to your face as you soak in the karma that was clearly on your side here. No, you are filled with a dull ache that you recognize to be faint sadness. It's too distant to drown in but the familiarity of it still manages to make it sting a little bit.

Harry takes a deep breath, waiting for whatever you are going to say. You can tell that he mentally preparing himself for the humiliation to come, and as much as you'd like to give it to him, you can't find it in yourself to do so.

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Th— thanks..." Harry responds slowly, not sure how serious to take your words. You know he was expecting an entirely different reaction.

"I know I had it coming." He adds with a a hint of frustration that makes it seem like you already told him that. Of course, you had the comment in your back pocket already.

"I mean... I wasn't gonna say it so soon, but—"

"Yeah, I thought we would get it out of the way." Harry interrupts you with an annoyed smile. Your previously sad face had turned into more of a smug one and it was more than he could bear, so he just had to say it before you did. He didn't want you to rub it in his face.

Silence creeps upon the two of you. Awkwardly, you stare into the distance as you ponder the new information. It made Dylan even more of a dick than you already thought him to be.

At first, you had thought that Dylan cheated on you because he was in love with someone else— Harry. And while it is still unacceptable, it seems less heartless than cheating with no other intention but sexual pleasure. You could see in Harry's eyes that he didn't expect Dylan to cheat on him, so he must've thought it was love. But it wasn't. That just makes it more shitty than it already was. You find the stinging feeling of sympathy entering your chest when you think of Harry, but you don't want to feel that about him, so you squint at him.

"I still hate you, you know." You say to him.

"Right back at ya, sweetheart."

[leandra-winchester]

PSA:

If you are SO humorless that you have to turn the whole 'daddy kink' joke interaction into something genuinely problematic, or even fully serious (because it was a joke, ffs. You know, that thing where you say something to elicit amusement?? WILD concept, I know!) - I'm genuinely gonna block you.

It's super valid if you (like I) find daddy kink cringe, but the way this scene has been misinterpreted is INSANE. It's BUCK who brings up daddy issues first, and Tommy responds with some sassy humor - as he often does. That's his personality. And BUCK LIKES IT!

And don't get me started on all the BAD FAITH misinterpretations of Ryan's interviews. Ryan has gone out of his way to confirm that - as for now and the foreseeable future - Eddie is a straight man; and that portraying how a straight and queer man can still be friends, or how being vulnerable with each other doesn't have to change anything is IMPORTANT to him. You all just picking half a sentence here, half a sentence there and going "BUDDIE CANON NEXT SEASON!" or "QUEER EDDIE CONFIRMED" is fucking mental. And disrespectful!

I am so DONE.

This flat earther level of delusion is so fucking annoying and infuriating to watch and read.

Sure, if you still want Buddie to happen and have hope for it, that's fine and valid, but don't act like the show OWES it to you. Or like it's the ONLY thing that would make sense, henceforth. Make a post on "here's how I could picture it" and be fucking realistic about it.

If we've been moots for a long time, I might ignore those takes, or I might unfollow, but if we don't have much of a connection and you push that "Buddie or Bust" agenda right in front of my salad, I will fucking block you.

[ellena-asg]

McDanno in front of suspect's salad - every damn time:

• they have that Big Talk with a suspect but after every few sentences they feel a need to look at each other intensely

• a suspect sits in front of them and suddenly they feel a need to touch each other or they pretend they're arguing (cause it's sexy + it's a good excuse for some extra touching)

• they ask suspect about important things but after hearing the answer they suddenly have their goofy time together, they make jokes or just generally have fun, like "Hey, babe, do you remember how I threw that guy into a cage with sharks?"/"Oh yeah, hahahah"

• a suspect talks to them and they can hear/are focused but they're also so busy flirting with each other and/or are very very sweet to each other (say compliments f.e.) and all around is suddenly so sweet

• a suspect is still there (handcuffed or not yet) but these two dorks are now focused on their private life, like "Hey, how's Gracie?"/"Still sad that I couldn't watch that Barbie cartoon with her but I'm gonna make her the best pancakes ever so...". Or: "Ugh, my stomach!"/"Ha! I told you: don't eat this shit! But don't worry, babe. This time I WILL drive us to home and um, I'll give you a hot massage. I mean... I'll give your belly a hot massage, I, um, I will use hot stones!"

They usually talk about their Ohana and feelings (oh the episode where Steve comes back to Hawaii with Wo-Fat and Danny is like "Cargo pants! I knew it!" and "Steve. Did you miss me, babe? Ha?! Cause I missed you! Come on, hug me!" and Wo-Fat is like "WTF is happening here"). But it can be literally about everything: tickets for the game, medical appointment, shopping, weather...

• there's also this McDanno pose:

aka "We are Boyfriends, you know" ("Btw don't mess with us!")

I can't with our boys but especially with their suspects having the most confusing time of their life 😂 All these guys at first are like "Oh shit, cops!" and they expect some talking, all that serious police jazz, maybe some threatening but soon they all see and hear McDanno being McDanno and they're like "WTF? Are these cops serious? Is this some hidden camera show or what? Do they know they're at work and they should be professional? Do they remember about their suspect?!".

Suspect: Ahem. I'm still here, you know.

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Hello? Officers? *Oh no, I'm like the air now, they don't see me* *Oh, fuck, they're doing this again! Come on men, it's too intimate, I don't feel comfortable you know. You need a room and I shouldn't be in that room with you, you get it?*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Excuse me! You should arrest me and take to your car or something like that, right? Right?! *oh mommy, I don't wanna stand here with them, invisible, forever!*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: SOMEBODY TAKE ME TO THE JAIL! Pleeeease! *sob* HELP! HELP!

Oh and the episode where Steve and Danny played basketball with prisoners and prisoners were like "Yo, you're fucking married!"? Sure, they had eyes, they noticed it all. But I bet that they knew. They knew it before seeing our boys. All prisoners know - from other prisoners (guys booked by Danno and Steve). You go to jail = you hear about McDanno, they're legendary.

New prisoner: Hi everybody! I'm here cause I'm a serial killer. You can call me like you want but I prefer...

Other prisoners: Who caught you?

New prisoner: Um, cops.

Other prisoners: But who exactly?

New prisoner: Sorry, I don't remember their names. I only remember my sense of awkwardness... and that they called each other "babe". Huh, Small Romeo and Tall Romeo? Yeah, I know, shitty description is shitty and...

Other prisoners: *whispering and cursing* *but also shipping secretly* MCDANNO!!!

New prisoner: So... They do this in front of every...

Other prisoners: ALWAYS!

[darklinaforever]

Daemon in love? Excuse me you can't be serious.

Grooming her

Trying to ruin her reputation

Abandoning her half naked in a brothel

Flirting with Laena in front of her salad

Leaving her again at the funeral cause the man was walking away if she wouldn't chase him, nothing would have happened. He didn't speak to her nor cared of doing that

Making up the excuse he spared her cause she was a child meanwhile married Laena, who was younger than Rhaenyra

Finishing as fast as possible the sex with her, he literally never looked at her once or kissed her again while fucking her. Rhaenyra was more tender cause she was holding him tight, he 0, nothing

Ignoring her feeling bad while baby was coming, ignoring her screams, calling his name during their child miscarriage

Looking at her with disgust during the funeral of Visenya (who knows what he was thinking)

Yelling at her during the council cause she doesn't want go war

Choking her out cause of the prophecy. Almost KILLING her cause she couldn't literally breathe anymore and if he didn't stop he would have killed her!

And this is nothing yet, wait for S2 and have fun on watching how Daemon damage Rhaenyra in the name of the so called love named by you

Yall saying he's in love by watching glances of flirting while grooming and kisses is out of your mind. Be for fucking real!

As I said before, this has all been covered many times, but you don't accept my answers and act like a parrot.

Daemon is a gray character and his actions are therefore generally complex, not meant to simply be boiled down to purely good or purely evil, like the brothel scene. But again all you care about is pushing your evil groomer Daemon agenda. Once again, Daemon is a gray character and this book and show grooming story is bullshit :

Over the centuries, House Targaryen has produced both great men & monsters. Prince Daemon was both. In his day there was not a man so admired, so beloved, & so reviled in all Westeros. He was made of light & darkness. To some he was a hero, to others the blackest of villains.

I've already literally said that this strangulation scene was stupid and incoherent and that, no, it's not because GRRM accepted this scene that it makes sense. GRRM also confirmed the last season of GOT with its ending and we often all talk about how stupid and incoherent it was and that GRRM himself said that its ending would be different from the show. Once again, books and show are not the same thing. Unless of course you are one of the imbeciles believing that Daenerys' behavior was consistent at the end of the series... In which case I would have enough information on your capacity for analysis. In fact, the simple fact that you repeat the grooming argument over and over proves it enough to me...

Also, once again you are complaining about me saying Daemon loves Rhaenyra, well then complain about the writers and directors who said that and also about Matt Smith. Are you planning to harass them too ?

Oh and for the :

"Finishing as fast as possible the sex with her, he literally never looked at her once or kissed her again while fucking her. Rhaenyra was more tender cause she was holding him tight he 0, nothing"

Here's what Daemon did during the love scene, even though he apparently didn't do anything or show any signs of tenderness...

Rhaenyra didn't try to kiss Daemon during their sex scene either ? As if that was proof of anything ? Like they hadn't kissed multiple times before with Daemon gently holding Rhaenyra's chin ? As if Daemon hadn't rested his forehead tenderly on hers ? As if he hadn't slowly loosened his dress ? As if he hadn't tenderly kissed and caressed her shoulders ? As if he hadn't held her face in his hands to look at her ? As if he hadn't squeezed her thigh in his hands ? As if he didn't caress her face again before resting his forehead on hers ? Oh and if you watch from 1 minute and 14 seconds to 1 minute and 17 seconds Daemon actually puts his arm under Rhaenyra to hug her too. Then as if the sex itself hadn't been slow and tender ? Saying that he's done with sex with her as soon as possible is the biggest bad joke I've seen. 😂

And then I repeat myself, but I don't care what happens to this already shitty and incoherent show. Even if Daemon cheat on Rhaenyra in the show, it will not impact the book because, small detail that you seem to ignore again and again, the book is not the show and the show is not the book, the canon of the book and the show canon are not the same thing. If Daemon cheats on Rhaenyra in the show, that won't be proof that he cheated on her in the book. It's you who seems to be in complete disillusionment repeating over and over again that you can't wait for the rest of the show to come out as if Daemon cheat Rhaenyra ever comes true was going to destroy me even though I don't fucking care basically. The book will still exist and from there, fuck you.

Also, no matter what happens, I will always have this magnificent musical composition for Daemyra :

And again, stop acting like you care about Rhaenyra's abuse. If that were the case you would be talking about Alicent and the Greens in general and above all, you would not proudly proclaim that you can't wait to see Daemon abuse Rhaenyra again and again in season 2. Seriously you are all completely sick...

Once again I recommend going to the tumblr of @la-pheacienne and of @horizon-verizon to educate you on what the character of Daemon and the Daemyra relationship really is. The posts of @stromuprisahat are also pretty good in general on Fire and Blood.

@aleksanderscult

[ofmanycol0rs]

↶*ೃ✧˚. Hello everyone! Welcome back to another video with LuckieDuckie. Today we will be discussing Rainbow Entertainment’s Best Eras!

As a disclaimer so people don’t come for me in the comments: this is in no particular order. I’m not ranking these eras, just factually stating that they are the best. Also, if you don’t agree with me, I don’t care. Keep it to yourself, I don’t want to see a million comments like “Duckie! Where’s blah blah? Where’s… Chu?” It’s up your [redacted]. Don’t try and tell me I’m wrong either because respectfully… I’m not. Anyway.

Starting off strong, we have LOVE DIVE!

LOVE DIVE! Is That Girl for a reason. Not only was she literally SOTY (4 times btw), but she had the vibes to back it up. I was a big fan of the ethereal cupid aesthetics they had going on and the styling just always looked so expensive. I’m a Chaehee stan, but Blue’s Hime Cut look was literally unmatched. Even the b-sides went crazy this era, with the iconic Sour Grapes taking over everyone’s For You pages. This song was actually inescapable for months, so of course this era had some iconic moments too. My personal favorite moment was Summer’s solo live ban being instated after she called Angelico’s Jinhwa a “fucking weirdo” in front of 45 million Dream. Free her tbh, she did nothing wrong!

Next up… Neverland’s Sugar Rush!

This song was so addicting honestly, the concept, the vocals, the dance, the silly little whistle chorus, it all ate down. We all know where we were when those shirtless concept pics dropped. The whole Peter Pan vibe obviously went with their concept as a whole, but how do I get to that woodland raver’s paradise? Where do I buy tickets? One thing about Neverland is they’re throwing a party and I need an invite. Speaking of parties, the iconic MakoDae club pics dropped this era. All I’m saying is that you can’t prove the girl throwing ass on Mako isn’t me.

Next, we have my favorite Eunji era, Forgive Me.

Honestly, I don’t really stan Eunji like that. I won’t deny that she is the superior Golden Goose producer, of course. But I don’t know all that much about her. What I do know is that whoever this song is about is going straight to hell. She ate them up, your honor! The rock instrumentals had me so shaken when I first listened to this song that I couldn’t stop listening to this song. Ginger Eunji in her rockstar era was peak cunt, The Revenge Era was so serious for her. Not to mention, this song had the most iconic performance of all time. If you haven’t seen it yet, immediately look up Eunji Halloween Bash Forgive Me Carrie. It will change your life. Miss girl is a performer.

Next up is one of Lucky’s most iconic eras, which is difficult to say because they’re all so iconic, I know… but I mean Ping-Pong! 

This era could get the title solely from the styling. So many people love to hate it, but they just do not see the camp of it all! The bright pink and blue hair duo lives in my head constantly. I fear Kpop may never see styling so creative and unique again… Someone please rescue Hidae from 4Luvs because they are literally the most hated duo even though they make the cuntiest comebacks! I need them back together asap. Not to mention, these two have the best chemistry. And who could forget the iconic Twister video dropped this era. This video was so divisive among fans but I personally think they looked like they were having a lot of fun answering all the questions while playing Twister. We all know how those two treat competitions and they were undeniably getting flirty up in there, liiiike…

The Song of the Summer is up next… La Vie’s Fruit Salad!

This song is It. One of Rainbow’s most iconic songs by far. I don’t think there’s a single kpop stan out there that doesn’t know this song or even this dance. Honestly, they were the queens of summer before, but this song just solidified their title and made them simply unbeatable. No one else can ever wear the crown when this song exists. The concept and styling is also so perfect, one of my favorites out of La Vie, with the bright colors and quintessential summer vibes. Red-haired Tomi still rules my heart, honestly, and Sohee’s baby bangs were so quirky and cute. One of my favorite variety shows from RBE also comes from this era, I find myself rewatching Lovie’s Fruit Stand all the time. I think it’s so nice to see them getting time to rest and doing fun summer activities together, and its just so nostalgic to me.

Next we have Roly Poly by XOX!

Listen… I know they were flops. But they served with this one, I can't lie! They had no budget, no fans, and no future. All they had was a dance floor and a dream, and yet they still had fun with it. This was the age of camp and techno and XOX ran with it. And in doing so, they created every single RBE idol’s go-to karaoke song. It almost seems like an inside joke at the company because there is at least 2 videos of every single group covering or dancing to this song. And now she’s made her way on to TikTok and the legacy lives on. Everyone say RIP XOX, you will always be famous. Kind of.

Up next is Thee Lucid! Era… TOMBOY!

This is their most iconic era by far and if you think I’m wrong then argue with the wall or something. The song, the styling, the lyrics, the message, the music video, the performances, the moments… need I go on? I fear they ate the whole industry up with this comeback and the industry knew it too! I guarantee you that every single one of yall’s favs was caught doing this dance. Just the sheer amount of people, specifically men, that this song pissed off already puts her high up on my cuntiest songs roster and that was before they went on national television and said fuck! Speaking of fuck, Lucid! did not give a single one this era. My personal favorite Blue moment happened this era when sasaengs leaked pictures of her and Youngho leaving practice for together before their collab stage dropped and sparked dating rumors, and the Next Day she posted “ew wtf? him of all men?” on her public Instagram story on accident… which then started a nuclear fan war on Twitter. Dare I say; iconic. The Tomboy vibes had possessed the whole group I fear, because even Chaehee got man-hating rumors after she ignored Haruki’s hand to help her down the steps at a music show. Not to mention, Minji’s rap verse got so much shit and yet every single time she took her cutesy ass to center stage and ate down. I could literally go on and on about how much I love this era for hours, so if you want to hear more, click the link in the description for my full explanation on why it was the best era kpop has seen from the fourth generation.

Anyway. Next up is La Vie’s Fancy You!

This era was directly after Fruit Salad which means they had a tough act to follow… yet they absolutely came through. They were giving galactic space princesses, rulers of the cosmos, sparkling amongst the stars. Basically… they served. Tomi and Mari’s pink and purple hair duo is still one of my favs and don’t even get me started on the styling. Gogo boots and sequins and hot shorts, god. It was so cunty. And this era isn’t one of their best just because of the concept (even though that is one of their best too) but the vibes. The song and instrumental produced by the iconic ROZE Mari duo that gags to this day. It seems like every 6 months the song is back on TikTok for its cunty instrumentals or choreography. The Anya Kai dating rumors first started this era and you really just had to be there. The entire kpop world imploded on itself. Speaking of Anya Kai dating rumors, my favorite Sol video of all time is from this era in her cute blue highlights making a face in the back of an interview when Kai is brought up… EXO-Ls came for her for weeks until she finally took to Twitter to tell them she doesn’t give a shit about boy groups and their stans with internalized misogyny complexes! If that’s not mother I don’t know who is.

Next, we have DAZED, a Neverland classic.

Remember when I said that one thing Neverland is gonna do is throw a party? Well this is That Party. Out of all 130 million views of this mv, I’m probably 26 million of them. It’s so addicting with the concept and the cinematography… like what are you doing if you show up to this hot guy’s rager birthday party and find out that him and his friends are faeries after you drink their wine and dance for eternity? The ACoTaR girlies (me) went wild for this one, let me tell you. I loved the way they took their whole Neverland Lost Boys concept and twisted it to give us faeries which totally works but it’s also something new? They gave the girls what they want! Howie absolutely owned this era, especially after an edit of him as Rhysand went viral and he had to google the series on live when people asked him about it. I still think about that clip of him saying “What do you mean fairy porn?” every single day.

Finally, last but certainly not least, is the best Rainbow era of all time. NEW WAVE.

I know I said I wasn’t ranking them and all that and that is still true, but… this era is inarguably the best out of all of them so I had to put it last. And of course I'm not biased just because I ult Lucky. I’m convinced that Jung Jisoo tried acid for the first time and then came up with this concept based off of that. And I support it. She was Euphoria before her time, a true masterpiece of neon glitter and debauchery. If I could pick one place anywhere on the space time continuum to live out the rest of my days, it would be the set of this mv. They were literally taking shots in the making video. This song was nearly banned from broadcasts and I’m still surprised that Lucky hasn’t had one of their songs banned yet. Queens Eunbi and Jisoo just know the exact line between cunt and can’t, I guess. This era gave the vibes of the early 2000s club craze tabloid era in the best way both in the concept and for the members. The rumor mill was working over time going after them! Angel was accused of sleeping with fans and cheating on Jennie even though the dating rumors didn’t exist until after the cheating rumors? Sunnie’s gay rumors started this era, although she has since been pretty clear that they weren’t just rumors, LOL. Even baby Han got into one of his first scandals after he got caught with a pack of cigs in his back pocket. The most groundbreaking scandal this era though, one of the only times Lucky has had to issue an apology over the years despite being notorious for saying fuck it, Hiro’s infamous AKB video. Iconic or not, it had impact! But it wasn’t just bad things that came out of this era, of course. It was their most successful ot4 comeback, winning 8 music show wins and PAK as a full group. Plus, they still make room for it on every set list, so they clearly feel the same way about it as 4luvs do. You cannot deny that this era is the most iconic eras of both Lucky and RBE as a whole.

Thank you for tuning in to this video everyone! Feel free to comment below which of these you think is best, or even another one I didn't mention, I guess. But I don't want to see any fighting about it!

Til next time! Mwah!!

find more mentions of jinhwa in the myahverse @venusvity and haruki at @intoloopin !!

[preciousqiqi]

Putting all the problems aside, isn't Shi Qingxuan is like a little brother not only to Shi Wudu but also Pei Ming and Ling Wen? It's rather cute to think it that way.

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My heart sank and can't help but feel devastated as I learned that... the real Ming Yi had died... I don't know how to feel about this at the moment.

But there's something that kept flashing on my mind as I was reading, I kept thinking of shi qingxuan having similar air like nie huaisang.

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“你的小花。”

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“Only since meeting you have I rediscovered how simple it is to be happy.”

oh, Xie Lian...

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Atp I don't trust anyone but Xie Lian and Hua Cheng.

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Xie Lian: Are you really General Pei?

Pei Ming: Genuine and authentic; exchange if fake.

Xie Lian: No exchanges. If fake, refunds only.

These heavenly officials really need to work on their jokes... (I'm laughing but I kinda feel it's still lame that it's their kind of jokes)

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When it's around critical moment and someone suddenly say: your hua-chengzhu, your xiao hua... how can I not smile and melt....

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Xie Lian: Very well. Eming, listen closely! You are handsome and carefree, cute and kind, clever and intelligent, gentle and determined, number one in the world…

I- I am at a loss for words... but the most effective way is of course to give it a kiss.

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The Ship: Hua Cheng & Xie Lian

The Shipper: Pei Ming

The Anti: Jun Wu

The Legendary Third-wheeler: Yin Yu

The Nagging Parent: Mei Nianqing

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Btw hahahaha has anyone ever drawn the dishes that xie lian ever cooked? all I can imagine somehow just whatever in a pitch black pot.

Pei Ming to Xie Lian: Your Highness? Your Highness, do you have an antidote or something? You can’t just kill someone and not bury the body.

Pei Ming to Banyue: And you! Is this how you cooked for him? What’s with this snake? It’s still moving even after it was cooked for so long—is it a spirit now?!

Pleaasseeeeee my stomach aches from laughing too hard hahahahahahaha. Goshhhh, Pei Ming is actually so funny hahahahhaah.

Another one, still about the Toppled Phoenixes.

Pei Ming to Banyue: Why are you still holding on to that thing?! Who are you trying to kill? Throw it out, now!

Helpppp that made me laughed so hard hahahahahahahahah

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I bet that every time HuaLian being lovey-dovey, Pei Ming actually wanna shout: Really??? Right in front of my fucking salad???

Tbh I love that Pei Ming being so open about how he spell out what's between HuaLian and tease HuaLian hahahahaha

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I admired Hua Cheng, really, he learned and gathered all information just for Xie Lian, that level of love and devotion...

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Four heavenly officials (one exco) talking about that leave me bewildered.

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I am actually enjoying gege this, gege that from Hua Cheng to Xie Lian. He sounded so cute. Every time Hua Cheng say something serious to Xie Lian, being very concerned over something, or even just talking gently to him, I reread the lines over and over and feeling content.

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At first, I read quite fast, but now I'm reading it slowly... especially when it's HuaLian's part. I understood Hua Cheng. Seeing your beloved ridiculed and trampled on while you have no power to help is the most devastating feeling ever. As I read more and more, if I encounter my beloved having to go through such suffering as Xie Lian's, I would also then fight everyone who ridiculed and hurt him and be wary of everyone. I... don't know about the other heavenly officials... but... the suffering that Xie Lian has gone through truly... I'm at a loss for words...

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I feel bad for Xiao Pei for getting poisoned... but everytime there's an exchange between him and Pei Ming it's so funny.

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Book 7 and I... I had my suspicion but now that it boiled down to this... it's still leave me utterly speechless.

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Feng Xin to Xie Lian about Mu Qing: Didn’t I tell you? This guy’s feelings are more twisted than a resentful concubine’s in the depths of a harem—he’s completely unfathomable!

My jaw dropped at that sentence. That's... that's... quite a way to describe someone. Very amusing.

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Both Xie Lian and Hua Cheng defied the path that Jun Wu/Bai Wuxiang forged...

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Even amid a fierce and intense battle, Hua Cheng still managed to give a sweet response to Xie Lian. You two, forget about heaven's blessing, I’ll give you my blessings as a reader. That should be the most powerful blessing too.

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I'm done reading and it still gives me a lingering shudder...

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter nineteen: You’ll still be my baby

"Why you following me?"  He laughed looking at her "cause I'm waiting on you to tell me.... What the surprise is"  "I was thinking about a picnic out back for lunch.... How that sound?" "like fun.... We should make sandwiches? Or order some food ? What you thinking bae?" "Let's just order some food" "I'll make a fruit salad too" she kisses his lips holding him close.

"I wanna give you your gift bae... cause you deserve it and you hurting right now"

"Not too bad I think my little pills been working" "well still let me go to the bathroom and then ima show you your gift" "hmmm okay go ahead I'm ready"

After five minutes he came out staring her down.

"You ready?" "Yes!!! Come on.... Where is it?"  "Outside" "come onnnnnnn" she grabbed his hand pulling him down the stairs and into the front yard.

"Oh my fuck...... baby what did you do .... I can't accept this!" "Before you say no.... Hear me out" "yes?" "I was gonna give you one right before I told you I cheated but I felt like it was a guilt gift and you wouldn't want it and then we started getting better so I found you a new one but I wanted to get it in this color" "so why two bae?" "I'll send one back to your house.... So you'll take them?"

"Oh baby!!! How can I say no" "if it makes you uncomfortable I can sell them" "no I love them baby" "okay good" "can I go look?......" he gave her the keys "be my guest" "you got me two carssssssssss whew chile" "I want you to use the green one here ..... look at the the license plates"

The pink car said Tatum

The green car said goodluck

And it had the Celtics symbol right beside it

"Awwwwww babyyyyyy" YN sat in the Lamborghini looking in the seats she sees a small box "what is this" she said softly trying to calm herself down he walks to the car door "can you hand me that box?" He smiles "yes" "I was thinking about all the ways I can continue to show you how serious I am with you ..... without moving too fast with you being here so much I had even thought about asking you to move in but I knew it was too soon and you haven't met Deuce yet.... So that was a no go so I continued to think and all I wanted to say to you is I promise I'm in this with you until one or both of us are no longer happy I hope that day never comes cause I truly wanna be with you for the rest of our lives I know saying stuff like this scares you so I'm hoping you'll just breath and listen to me when I tell you I promise I'll be in your life as long as you'll have me" she was in tears she didn't know if it was her hormones or him just being this sweet but it had her crying like a baby.

"Bae? Say something please" he laughed she looked into his eyes "I don't deserve you at all..... I love you sooooooo much and I promise to hold you to your promise.... I promise to continue to be someone that you wanna be with for the rest of our lives.... Lean down here and give me a kiss" he laughs kissing her lips "alright then give me your hand" she reaches out her left hand and he finally opens the box placing the promise ring on her finger

"Ooou she's big" "yeah I know ... you're engagement ring will be bigger" she smiles " Not to kill this moment but I think I'm ready to meet Toriah... it's clearly time" "and then right after meet Deuce?" "If it goes well I'm just hoping her and I can at least be cool and like no weird stuff or bad blood and that makes things easier for you.... Reach out and see if she's even ready for that" "yeah I honestly haven't brought anyone else around our son so...."

"Well we keep talking about forever and that includes both of them especially if we have children.... I'm thinking about all that we can't keep ducking the fade she's grown I'm grown I don't think she wants you no more so it should be fine" "don't be too sure" he jokes "boy don't play with me" YN smiled "let's go eat so I can sleep before this game can we dive into all this tomorrow?" "Absolutely.... Let's eat so you can get your mind right"

* it's game time

"I wanna driveeeee👀" YN says as they walk outside he laughed "should've saw that coming when you matched the car" "well your good luck charm is here let's spread it" "alright bae you drive" they get in the car "you know your way?" "I guess we gon see"

*time skip*

As she sat in the crowd she watched the game intently every move he made was intentional it's not like he every played sloppy but today he was was extra precise working off the energy of his team he was aggressive she liked it and then he made a play and accidentally tripped over a camera man and it landed him on top of a fan.

YN squinted her eyes trying to figure out what actually was happening. Little did she know her confusion face was gonna turn into a trending topic for the next week "Jayson Tatums extremely jealous girlfriend"

But anyway

She noticed her man and how he was uncomfortable she watched as his teammate pulled him away but they continued the game playing hard and eventually winning.

        *ride home

"That shit was crazy I was just trying to get her off Me" "I think she was in shock.... If I didn't touch you all the time I know I would be" he laughed "I guess you right" "mhmmmm I usually am" she smiled "the ring weighing your finger down?" "In the best way possible .... I'm not complaining" "it'll probably scratch my back up next time we fuckin" her eyes started to water "we really can't fuck for so longgggggg" "bae?🧐" "I'm just saying it's gonna be forever until I see you again" he grabs her thigh and then holds her hand. "I see what you were saying about your little mood swings I'll hold you extra tight tonight" "what if I get use to it and can't sleep when I get home" she laughed slightly.

"It'll be fine I promise" "I did call Toriah by the way" "who tf told you to do that?" "Unmmm I'm sorry huh?" YN was genuinely confused he had raised his voice and cursed at her... for seemingly no reason "you called her for what?" "We talked earlier.....I didn't want it on your mind so I called her" "we talked about you meeting her that didn't mean to take matters into your own hands and call her" YN rolled her eyes "you clearly have lost your mind" "nah I haven't but you have" "soooooo everything you said was what? A lie? Down to this ring?" "Why you think I'm lying" "cause me contacting her shouldn't be the end of the world.... She didn't have a problem with it we actually had a long talk and she was sweet. She felt like it wasn't even necessary to meet in person no time soon cause we just clicked..... she even kept my number" "go be with her then" YN pulls into his driveway parking the car.

"Hmmm clearly I'm missing something so when you wanna tell me you can" "whatever" he got out of the car unlocking the house he continued walking in but left the door open for her.

She slams the car door walking into the house slamming that door too he was standing in the room on his phone scrolling and texting.

"Jayson" he ignored her she takes the ring off her finger throwing it at his head and then throwing the keys too. "I'm going to a hotel room" "for what?" "Cause you being dumb" "hm okay" she took a deep breath this was completely out of the ordinary she had to be smart about this without acting off emotion.

"Can you tell me please what line I crossed .... Because clearly I did something that you didn't want me to do... and I don't understand what the problem is .... So instead of yelling or not speaking to me I would appreciate if you would just .... Talk" he sighed walking closer to her.

"I was gonna reach out to her because I felt like that was for me to do it's not your job. Me and her have a good co parenting relationship at this point so it seems a lil crazy for my girlfriend to be hitting her up talking about getting to know eachother.... When and if she get a nigga I would want her to come to me first and introduce us .... You've thrown everything off that's all I'm saying" she respected the fact that he was calm while speaking to her.

"She wasn't upset" "good... but it isn't about her being upset it's about... communication down the road .... Maybe we are moving a lil fast can you wait to meet Deuce" "uh yeah that's fine" "it's just this could've went the wrong way I'm glad it didn't but it could've and in the future I can't have my wires cross like this specially regarding my son that's the most important relationship I have" "yeah ... um yeah I get it"

She walks into the closet taking her clothes off grabbing a towel heading to the bathroom and then getting In the shower.

He came in the bathroom. "You making me feel bad" "just let me take my shower please" her voice cracked "I'm sorry I made you cry" "I crossed a boundary I can acknowledge that .... But why did you have to be so ... cold? Like when I really piss you off you get so dark that scares me" "cold how?" "I said I was gonna leave and you said okay..... how do you go from wanting me all the time to not caring if I leave your house in the middle of the night knowing I don't know where I'm going .....I asked calmly what I did wrong and it took you forever to answer me... I wanna be able to do what you do to me but you're tougher" "let me just let you know I wasn't about to let you leave this house without me and what you mean by that last part?"

"Just— how you pull it out of me we talked about this before you're able to get all my thoughts out of my head just by asking the right things and being patient..... I wanna do that for you but it's almost like you have to snap before you can relax and talk to me but after you snap I either shut down or I'm ready to fight ...." "You gotta touch me" "huh?" "You right I snap a little bit before I can come have a conversation so you know how I get you to tell me everything is by making sure you looking me in my eyes...... you have to touch me" she swallows hard

"anywhere?" "The back of my neck.... My back, my face.... Just hug me ... any of that" "so next time you screaming at me ....ima just hug you" "you think I can yell at you when you holding me?" "I hope not" "I don't mean to scare you no matter how mad I get I'm not gonna hit you or nothing crazy like that" "sometimes words hit harder than fists...." "damn..." he licked his lips "I don't mean to sound so ..... whatever you wanna call it but like I'm being truthful" "I know you are... and I'm sorry" "I'm sorry for crossing that line I honestly thought I Was being helpful ... you have so much on your plate so I figured I would just talk to her make sure we can be cool and co exist .... Cause regardless of whatever she's in your future and since I also wanna be.... Well I thought I was helping" he leans into the shower kissing her forehead "thank you for that it was sweet but in the future regarding anything Deuce related just run it by me?" "Of course I wasn't thinking... I guess" "we'll we can't afford for you to not think when you around Deuce .... It's no point of you meeting him now if I cant trust you two alone.... If that sounds harsh I don't want it to I'm just trying to be honest" "I get it and I wouldn't do anything to hurt him at all .... I feel like you know that" "I know you wouldn't want or try to hurt him on purpose" "but...?" "You can't just make decisions without thinking..... like he's not allowed to do certain things or eat certain things so you can't just assume things regarding him" "of course I get it"

"let me call her and make sure everything good Fr" YN rolled her eyes "k" "what?" "Nothing.... Go make your call so I can finish my damn shower.... Bye" he laughed walking out of the bathroom

YN let's the hot water run over her body trying to relax and not cry cause she didn't want him to feel bad but she felt bad she honestly was thinking he would celebrate her being up front and taking this like a G but once again she misinterpreted.

About fifteen minutes later she got out of the shower walking into the room he was staring at her.

"Can I help you?" She gave him a stank face "Yeah .... Come here" "no ... you can come here" he smiled walking over to her he gets on his knees catching her by surprise he kisses her stomach and then he roughly grabs her hand sliding the ring back on her finger. "You're mine" "for now" she smirked laughing slightly "I see you don't have a attitude anymore" "why you have to call her while we were talking" "I thought we were done ... what else was their to say?" "Nothing I guess" he stands up kissing her lips. "What she say when you call her?" "That y'all talked and she trusts my judgement when it comes to Deuce so whatever I wanna do at long as she knows about it"

"well that's good" "why did you think I was lying about the forever shit? I don't just talk to be talking" "that's what I'm use to... all talk and no action" "I've always been about that action" she laughed "okay I was just saying bae ...."

"You'll start hugging me when I go off?" "I'll try to ... I be wanting to slap you Fr tho" "you like when I'm mad at other people tho" he smiled "who tf told you that? That doesn't even sound smart" She laughed "you the one said that to me" "must've been your other bitch" He lifts an eyebrow "I ain't got nobody but you ... stop playing with me" he smacks her ass and kisses her she moaned "when I say that?"

"when you're mad during games I be getting turned on cause you don't be snapping like that in real life" he says mocking her voice "that sounds vaguely familiar... but I feel like I was talking about your voice being deep ... and your muscles popping out" "what's the difference between that and this" "when people yell at me I wanna cry.... Im your baby don't talk to me like that". He kissed her lips getting serious again "You are right ...you're my baby and I love you" he kisses all over her face making her laugh "okay Jayson baby we're good" he sucks her neck "you promise?" "Mhmmm I promise daddy"

********* Tuesday night******

Jayson arranged for a car to take her back to her house her phone was on two percent, she was tired af and she had work in the morning but it was worth it cause she got to see Jayson for four days straight but she was gonna miss him holding her to sleep cause these cramps were no joke. When the driver pulls up she sees the famous Slime colored car and Lamelos Tall frame at her door.

She exhaled he looked in to the car as the driver helped her out and then got her bags . "I got it from here big dawg" Melo says tipping the guy "Thank you sir...you okay ma'am?" the driver says staring directly into YN soul. "Yes thank you for driving me" YN unlocks her door letting Melo take her big suitcases in as she got her bags once he came in he stared her down..... she knew that look and it still made her heart race.

"I saw the pink lil Barbie car where you get that?" "Jayson bought it for me actually" "I ain't miss your birthday or nothin did I?" She laughed "no it was a just because gift..." "I see that rock on your finger too.., courtesy of him?" "Mhm" "engagement?" His voice cracked "no ... promise ring" "oh okay ... good" he mumbled good under his breath she didn't hear him. She smiles "so not that I don't always appreciate seeing my good friend because I do but what brings you here" "I figured you would get back today..... did you have to glare at that fan like that? You know they calling you a jealous girlfriend" he switches the subject quickly she laughed "you know I can't see Melo I was trying to figure out what happened"

"Yeah you really are blind..." "yea... so👀 I know you didn't come to talk about that" she smiles "yeah....I just need to tell you something you can take it or leave it but.... It's my truth"

They stayed firmly in the doorway because he kept his shoes on she could tell he wasn't gonna stay for long..... unless she wanted him too. She stared into his eyes she already knew what he was gonna say he got back with LBG and she don't want them to be friends.... Something like that it's YN's Karma coming to bit her In the ass.

"Okay I'm listening"

"I can't do this no more.... It should've been you and I get I pushed for this friendship cause I thought I can handle it but one thing remains the same..... you and that pussy belong to me....." "Lamelo ughhhh" "I'm just being honest" "that's not true anymore ..... me and Jayson are going to be together for a long ass time I hope forever I'm meeting his son soon.... This isn't just a little fling and I love you so much and I need you to be my friend Lamelo.... It'll never be physical again" he stared looking at her he wasn't expecting her to be so blunt

"so if I get back with LBG then what?" She sighed " I want you to be happy.... She makes you miserable" "you make me happy" she started creating distance cause she noticed he was getting closer and closer. "But I'm not available for that anymore .... Now If you want me to help you find a girl .... Or something I will" "I'm respecting what you're saying I just needed to get this off my chest and you turned me down.... So I get it I just needed to hear it was no chance at all" "I really want Jayson...." He licked his lips "okay ima head out" he went towards the door she grabbed his hand "so what does this mean?" "Give me a about a week ... okay?" "A week for what?" " to understand then I'll call you and we can do something .... As friends" "okay I love you" "love you too" he walks to his car hoping in and then speeding off.

She walks back into her house shutting and locking it shaking her head can her life be boring for a while like of course she saw this coming with Melo but she thought he would just hold those feelings inside. She knew she would have to be straight forward with him but now the question is .... Does she tell Jayson or not.

About five minutes later Jayson calls her. She answers the phone. "Yes?" She said softly "nice to see you're in the house you ain't tell me" "sorry bae Melo had dropped by" "oh for what?" "Just tell me something he didn't know I was with you" "oh ... anything interesting?" "Just friend stuff.... You settled?" "Mhmmmm waiting for Deuce to come" "oh so late? He going straight to sleep" YN laughs "yeah probably but he missed me while they were gone so of course I said he can come" "that's sweet what you feeding him" "pizza? I'm thinking kids always want pizza" she laughed "you right about that ... but that's what you want ain't it?" "You right" "well I Gotta shower and everything I'm trying to be sleep before 10 so I can make it into the office on time" "okay I'll call you tomorrow enjoy you're alone time tonight ... I love you" "I love you too baby ... forever" "and always goodnight" "goodnight"

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I think Virgil both hums remus’s theme and gas it as his ring tone

The first time Virgil hummed it, Roman looked at him like “are you serious” “it’s catchy!” “BUT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!” “THATS A FUCKING DONUT”

Virgil loves his boyfriends song

- Vee 💜

Y E S!!! The Emo knows a B O P when he hears one and he's his chaotic Duke's biggest fan <3

[k-slla]

Broken hearts.

Pairing Jensen x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, cheating, language, angst, bit of fluff

A/N: This is my first try to write so I hope you'll like it! Since English is my second language, there might be some grammar errors and weird phrasings.(Let's try to ignore those, ok?🙃) Anyways, a angsty, fluffy and cheesy Jensen fic from me to you. Feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

My Masterlist

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Another cocktail. Another pill. Music was blaring in the bar. Never have you been this reckless but you felt good, really good. Usually you tried to keep away from consuming drugs and alcohol together but tonight called for celebration. It was your bestie's bachelorette weekend, after all, and you wanted to let go of all the stress from work. Luckily, two of the bridesmaids were pregnant and agreed to keep an eye on the rest of you, so when a group of guys joined your table, you didn't think anything of it.

That turned out to be a mistake.

You woke up in someone's hotel room with a massive headache and the room was spinning. Fragments of the previous night came back to you. Drinks, dancing, and hitting on some guy who joined last night. He was moving beside you. FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Slowly getting up and out of bed, you gathered your clothing and shoes, quickly dressed, and made your way out of the room. Checking your bag for all your belongings, you grabbed your phone. It was almost 12 o'clock already. How?? You were always up early, even after a night out. You had six messages and ton of unanswered calls, eight from the bridesmaids and five from Jensen.

Around 10pm/ Jay: Hey, gorgeous! Hope you're having fun! Call me in the morning. Good night 😘

11.20pm/ BM: Y/N!! We're at the bar with shots, hurryyyy!🤘

1.20am/ BM: QUIT FLIRTING WITH THE BARTENDER!

3.25am/ BM: Where u @?

9.40am/ Jay: Morning sweetie, still asleep?

11am/ Jay: Y/N, please answer. Others lost you last night around 2. No one could get a hold of you. Are you ok?

You breathed out shakily. Of course, you couldn't tell anyone about what had happened the previous night. You'd have to lie and say you weren't feeling well and went to bed early. Thankfully you all had separate rooms so you just had to hope that they'll buy the lie.

It had been almost a month and a half since the incident, and the more time passed, the more you felt the need to tell Jensen everything. It would break his heart, and you had to accept the fact that he might leave you right then and there, but it had to be tonight.

You were almost finished with dinner when you heard the front door closing. Jensen came behind you and kissed the top of your head. "Smells good, babe," he said as he inhaled the aromas of herbs and garlic in the kitchen. "Hey, dinner's almost ready. Go wash up," you answered as you tossed the salad. After plating up the food, you sat across from each other at the island. You felt like the nerves were getting the best of you, and you couldn't even touch your dinner. Where to even start? How were you supposed to tell him that you cheated? You just couldn't blurt out something like this.

Jensen broke the silence. "You're quiet today, Y/N. Are you feeling well? You haven't touched your food." He looked worried and reached for your hand. Silence. Tears started to well up. "No," you whispered out and cleared your throat. "I have to tell you something, but I don't even know where to start," you said shakily. No turning back now. You took a deep breath and continued, "You remember when I went to Jessie's bachelorette party last month?" He nodded. "Well, there were some drugs and alcohol, and I drank too much, and...and I fucked up.." You looked into his green eyes and noticed tears already streaming down your face as you spoke. Following words broke your heart. "I cheated on you. I'm so sorry. I just couldn't keep it in anymore. I had to tell you.."

He let go of your hand and sat back in his chair. His brows furrowed. "Wait..are you serious? I'm sorry. I just can't believe this." He glared at you and you could see the heartbreak and hurt in his eyes. Without a word, he got up, grabbed his keys, and started to make his way to the door. "Jensen! Wait, please say..." He cut you off. "Wha-what exactly do you expect me to say to that? Just let me go. Don't wait up. I'll probably go to Steve's place." He closed the door behind him. Now you completely broke down on the floor. You knew it was your own fault, and you had never felt shittier. Of course you didn't feel sorry for yourself. You were hurt because you knew how your confession had hurt Jensen, the man you loved more than life itself. Over the two years that you had been together, you had never ever even thought about cheating on him. And you knew that he would never hurt you this way. One night of drinking and you lost control over yourself.

At night you were still hoping to hear the door. Finally after hours of tossing and turning, you managed to get some sleep. Work day was excruciatingly long. But also you were even little bit happy about it. At least it kept your focus away from Jensen. At least until you were home again. House was too quiet today. Usually Jensen was waiting you whenever he was home from work. When you were changing your clothes, you noticed that he had been home, some of his items were gone and you found a note on the kitchen table.

Staying at Steve's for a few days. Call you when ready Xx

Kisses. Heh. Maybe there was still hope.

Each next day felt longer than the last. You were drained and tired from the lack of sleep. Felt nauseous all the time and barely could keep food down. It's impossible to describe, how much you really missed him already. You found yourself yearning for his touch and kisses like you were addicted to him. It had almost been a week and you were hoping for a call or a message from him. Each notification had your heart pumping out of your chest. But nothing so far. And you decided to give him as much time and space as he needed.

One Saturday morning you had just got out of shower when you heard your phone alert. You held your breath. It was him.

Jay: Hey, are you free tonight? We should talk.

You: Sure, I have no plans today. What time were you thinking?

Jay: Around 7pm?

You: Great!

Now your heart thundered in your chest. You were excited but also feared the worst to happen. You had no idea, if Jensen wants to talk things through or if it's over for you two. Considering that you had no contact with each other for almost two weeks, you didn't dare to keep your hopes up.

You had just finished making dinner when you heard knocking. Why didn't he just come in, you thought. It's still his home, too. With quick glance at the mirror, you fixed your hair and wondered what he will think if he sees you. You had lost some weight, well it's obvious, you were only eating when you were about to pass out. You didn't sleep enough and always felt a little foggy. Your heart sank as soon as you opened the door. Jensen seemed really distressed. Like he was sick. Probably just as you were right now. But somehow he still managed to look like he was carved by Michelangelo. Not fair.

"Y/N! Are you alright?", his voice was laced with concern. "Yeah, I'm fine.." you answered "haven't slept much these last two weeks. Please come in. You don't look so good either. Are you ok?" You looked into his dark green eyes. He laughed half-heartedly as he stepped inside. "Well, not quite." He looked down and smiled a little. "But I'm not ready to give us up yet, Y/N. Not without trying." Jensen said quietly. Two of you held your gazes. For the first time over the past weeks you felt anxiety dissolve in your body and hope awakening.

"Do you want something to eat? I just finished dinner." you asked as you entered kitchen. "Sure, thanks." Jensen answered. After getting some food, you sat down at the kitchen island. Terrible feeling of deja-vu washed over you. You tried to force yourself to calm down. You and Jensen finished your meals in silence.

Later Jensen moved to the living room and you quickly put dishes to washer. You poured two glasses of Scotch and followed him. "Figured you could use one too." He accepted it silently and sat next to you.

"I just have to ask. Why did you cheat? Have I been away too long?" he questioned. "No! No, it's not that. I love that you still have the conventions, even after the show has ended. And of course I've missed you when you're working. But it had nothing to with you. I just didn't realize what I was doing when it was already too late. I know it's no excuse but ...." words died on your lips.

There was lingering silence between you. He took a deep breath. "Was it a one-time thing?" his voice sounded broken. You took his hand and looked into his eyes. " Yes. I regret that night every day. I hate myself for hurting you this way. I hope you know that." Your eyes started to well up. He downed his drink and pulled you into hug. "I believe you. I've missed you so much and I really want move past it but hope you understand that it will take some time for me to completely trust you again. " You melted into his body, silent tears streamed down your face. "I do."

He sat up and turned you so he could see your face. Jensen wiped away tears from your face. You eyes met and he gave you a little smile. God knows how much you missed his kisses. You slowly started to lean into him and he responded by pressing his lips onto yours. You moaned quietly. Desire started burning in your core. Jensen pulled away and chuckled. "Don't laugh! I missed you so friggin much. " You laughed out. He kissed you again but more slowly this time. You really felt yourself getting lost in his touch. Your kiss grew more heated and you hurriedly pulled away. You weren't going to push him into anything, even though it took you some self control to pull back from his lips. You were out of breath as you nudged your face into Jensens neck and both of you relaxed in each other's arms. You sat there for some time until Jensen broke the silence again. "So? It's okay with you if I stay for the night?" "Of course! Thank you for coming tonight." You whispered. Weight fell of your shoulders and you could finally breathe easily again. Never again you going to break his heart and you knew you would do whatever it takes to gain back his trust. As your eyes started to grow heavy you somehow managed to pull yourself up from the couch. Motioning Jensen to follow, you made your way to bedroom.

After changing your clothes, you laid down and waited for Jensen to join you. He pulled you into cuddle and gave you some sweet and lazy kisses. " Sleep now, dear, I'm not going anywhere." "I love you, Jay." You whispered. "I love you more, Y/N." With his words you felt his breathing starting to slow and you fell into a deep dreamless sleep. Both of you in each other's arms, getting the rest you so desperately needed.

[hyunnieshannie]

EX

Chapter 2: A person you can date, not marry.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 5,179

General Synopsis: Your ex? Shitty. Your family? Worse. Your best friend? Left for a tour in the middle of one of the worst times of your life. How are you meant to deal with planning what should have been your wedding, dealing with your family, and pretending like you're not falling apart all on your own?

General Warnings: Idol!Jisung, mentions of other Idols (P1Harmony/Seventeen), all views on these idols are purely fictional. Idol AU. Mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking and drug use (weed and cigarettes), Mentions of drinking, angst, self esteem issues, depression. Y/N is older than Jisung. (I'm sorry for the jokes that come out of this) (any tags I missed please feel free to let me know! More tags to be added as the story goes on.)

→ A/N: Welcome back to 'EX' I hope you guys enjoy this second part <3 I will be creating a full master list for all fics soon, thank you guys for your patience. I've had a random run for this story, and it's been taking up space in my head so I just HAD to get it out there! Please enjoy <3 ALSO if you would like to be added to the tag list for this series please don't be shy to message me any time <3

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The lunch for the most part went well, the boys discussing their future plans with their respective groups. Meanwhile you spent most of your time staring at your phone at the hundreds of incoming texts from Leah. 

We should start planning right away! ~Leaaah

Sure.~Y/N

I'm so excited! ~Leaaah

I’m sure, it’s a huge event. ~Y/N

For the bachelorette party, I only have like 3 friends, maybe Stepheee can invite some of the girls from his company! ~Leaaah

You sigh at the message, Leah still hasn't made any of her own friends; and now she expects your friends to invite idols to her bachelorette party. 

“Is she fucking serious?” Taeyang mutters, you turn to him seeing now that he’d been peeking over reading your messages. It was a normal occurrence, whenever you’d be on your phone he’d usually look over at what you were doing. It never bothered you, you had nothing to hide. Surely he had expected to see you scrolling through instagram or twitter, looking at memes or something music related, but not this. 

Keeho was quick in snatching your phone, and reading over the messages. Intak leaned close to him as he also read through them. “Fuck, no.” Keeho says bitterly, “Not happening,” 

“Three friends is fine for a party, why does she specifically want random girls at her party?” Intak asks, Jisung who sat there confused looks between the three of you. 

“Because Leah is an all out kind of person, she wants a big huge party for everything.” Keeho sighs, as he scrolls through your other messages, “If she wants a celebrity party she can ask Jeonghan, why should I ask girls from my company to go? Her fiance should be forcing her to make friends, not me.” her fiance. Echoed through your mind, 

 “Wait what, Jeonghan is getting married?” Jisung says through a bite of his sandwich, 

“Yeah, to Y/N’s sister.” Intak says quietly, Jisung stares back at him as he processes the information, 

“I thought he was single? Didn’t he like, just get out of a four year relationship?” Jisung asks, placing his sandwich back down on its plate and looking directly at you,

“Five years actually,” you whisper, Jisung looks at you confused as the table falls silent, Keeho still eagerly reading through your messages.

“You fucking agreed?” Keeho scoffs, disappointment written across his face, “Why would you agree to be her maid of honor Y/N!” 

“Well what was I supposed to do Kee? She’s my sister!” you fiddle with your fork poking at the salad in front of you, your hunger completely dissipated from the stress, causing your stomach to twist leaving you feeling nauseous. Jisung opens his mouth to speak but is immediately interrupted by Keeho who seems to be angrier than you are at this moment.

“You’re supposed to say ‘No sorry I don’t feel like helping you organize your wedding with my ex’ and leave it at that!” Keeho exclaims, you know he had a point but your morals of ‘Family first’ would never allow you to do such a thing, 

 “Wait one more second, you’re his ex?” you nod at him as he stares at you wide eyed, great now he knows about my miserable love life. “And now he’s marrying your sister?” his words burn into your brain, engraved there now and probably for the rest of your life. “And she wants Keeho to do what exactly?” 

“Invite girls from our company to go to her bachelorette party.” Intak sighs, “I feel used.” 

“YOU feel used? I’ve known Leah all her life, and now she’s asking me to introduce her to idols? She can ask her fiance if she wants that, but I will not be doing it.” 

“Guys. We said we weren’t gonna talk about this.” Taeyang says as he reaches his arm across your shoulders pulling you in. You rest your head on his shoulder, as he lightly pats you. “Lets just enjoy our outing okay?” They quickly come to an agreement of not speaking of it but as you reach over to grab your phone Keeho pulls it further away. 

“You’re not getting this back.” 

“Kee, give it.”

“No. You’re gonna keep reading the messages, and make yourself sad.” He says matter-of-factly, once more the tension around the table is thick and the air is heavy as the boys all sit in silence. Keeho stares deeply into your phone as it vibrates again, his body language giving every indication that he was close to snapping on Leah. Jisung notices it quickly, and pulls the phone straight out of his hands. Keeho stares at him absolutely shocked at the action, one he didn’t expect out of Jisung who typically stayed out of situations that were none of his business. 

“Neither of you are getting it.” He says confidently, “You, as Keeho says will get sad, and you” he says pointing at Keeho, “You will only get angrier, and I personally, would like to see everyone smiling.” Keeho rolls his eyes at him, knowing what he said was true but he would still like a moment to yell at Leah. That moment would have to wait until later. ꕀ❀ꕀ

The five of you finish your food quickly, and make your way out of the building, walking down the street. You could hear your phone vibrating in Jisungs pocket and a part of you wanted to sneakily reach for it, but Taeyang had his hold on you, walking with his arm on your shoulder as Intak walked on the other side of you. “Jesus,” Jisung mutters as he pulls your phone out of his pocket, quickly turning it off. “I have an idea.” 

“Say it.” Intak says, 

“The JYP building is a block over that way,” he points in the direction of the building, “Let's go there for a second.” 

“To do what?” Intak questions, 

“Y/N hasn’t been to any of the company buildings Ji, you might overwhelm her with a tour.” Taeyang says, 

“Not for a tour, something else.” Jisung turns quickly, walking in the direction of his company's building, the rest of you following closely behind. The tension never did die down from the restaurant and everyone walked silently for the most part. Jisung walked while texting, who? No one knew. His phone rings loudly as you all arrive in front of the large building, “Hey,” he says into it, “Yeah we’re here come down.” The five of you waited in the lobby for whoever it was that called Jisung. The silence deafening as you all stood awkwardly, the sound of an elevator rings through the lobby effectively cutting through the silence. 

“Ji, I thought you weren’t coming in today.” An accented voice calls, Bang Chan, and behind him stood Hyunjin who just stared at your group. “See you later Jinnie.” Chan waves to him as he nods politely walking out of the building, 

“I’m not,” Jisung turns to Keeho, holding out his hand, “Phone. Now.” 

“What? No.” 

“If Y/N isn’t allowed to have her phone neither are we.” Jisung says flatly, Taeyang reaches into his pocket first slapping down his phone on Jisung’s hand, quickly followed by Intak, Keeho still hesitating to hand his over. 

“What if we need to call for help or something?” 

“I’ll have mine then.” 

“How is that fair?” 

“Because all of you have a connection to Y/N’s sister and I don't, therefore she won’t be bothering me, or any of you today.” 

“Ji? What is this?” Chan asks, 

“This is a phone free day with friends is what it is,” Jisung was serious about this, he was witnessing all of his friends becoming angry and hurt, and you who he’d only just met seemed to be taking it better than the three boys who claimed to be your bodyguards.

 The night before as he hung out with Intak and Taeyang, Keeho had called Taeyang. He had placed the phone on speaker as Keeho spoke of how you’d needed a distraction, how your depression would surely come back if they didn’t do anything. He had listened attentively as Intak claimed that as your (self proclaimed) bodyguard he’d make sure ‘he’ wouldn’t ever get to you again. At the time Jisung hadn’t realized that the ‘he’ in his statement had been Jeonghan.

He watched Taeyang’s face drop the second he heard you were sad, and though he felt deep inside he was intruding on a private conversation; he knew that he’d be able to understand how you felt. With his own experiences in these matters he felt he could help. So without any doubt, he had spoken out loud letting Keeho know he was present at the time, asking if Keeho would mind if he tagged along. Jisung’s impulsive need to help someone in need had taken over. He was prepared to meet one of Keeho’s friends, because if Intak, Keeho, and Taeyang had claimed you as their, (in their words) ‘seventh member’ then of course you were a good person, and good people deserve good things. 

Keeho had agreed, assuming the day would go as he planned without mention of what had happened that night, and because Keeho also had a favor to ask of Jisung, one he thought of at that moment while on the phone. 

“What if I agree to the favor you asked of me?” Jisung says under his breath, hoping for you not to hear him. Keeho sighs, placing his phone on the top of the pile. Jisung quickly turns to Chan and hands them all to him with a small, nervous smile. “Keep these safe for me will ya?”

“So you’ll do it?” Keeho says, 

“If it makes the six of you feel better then yes,” Jisung says.

“What are you two whispering about, what favor?” you ask, the two look at you. Jisung is calm. While Keeho looked panicked, 

“Nothing, just something I agreed to help with.” Jisung says as he looks at Chan who also looks concerned. 

“This isn’t gonna affect the boys is it?” Chan asks, 

“Well it won’t affect Felix, Minho, Seungmin or Jeongin,” Jisung smirks, 

“So it will affect me?” 

“Probably not, we’ll talk later about it ok? I was gonna do it tonight, but- desperate times ya know?” Chan nods, as he clutches the phones. You ponder what the favor Keeho could have asked of Jisung but it really was none of your business, what the boys did in their free time. So you dropped the question quickly. Chan looks to you as you stood there being held tightly by Taeyang, 

“Your girlfriend Theo?” he smirks, 

“Y/N unnie?” Taeyang asks, sounding almost grossed out, “NO! Of course not she-” you rip away from his grasp; looking at him with the most offended expression you could muster. 

“Tell me why you sounded grossed out right now!” you say hitting him lightly but hard enough for him to feel it, he guards himself quickly in attempts to save himself from your attack.

“Wait, Y/N stop hitting me, I'm sorry!” he pleads for his life as you hit him, “I just meant that you’re like, our best friend! No one has ever asked that before Y/N I swear I wasn’t grossed out!” you continue hitting him as he laughs,  he quickly runs behind Chan using him as a human shield, as you walk towards the pair prepared to attack him once more, 

“You sounded offended! Am I really that bad!” you say, “No, NO! You’re great I just, it's just- its- not you it's me!” Taeyang gave his best acting, as he let the words fall from his mouth, ever so cheeky as you gave him nothing but a ‘death stare’

“You’re not my favorite anymore.” 

“Y/N don’t do this! You can’t take that title from me!” 

“I already have!” you huff as you cross your arms, turning your head away dramatically. Jisung giggled as he watched the interaction, happy that all of you were at least talking and laughing now.

“Who could ever replace me?” Taeyang pouts as he comes out of hiding, grabbing you to hug you but you pull away from his reach leaving him confused, a sew stammering words leaving his lips as he searched for something to say within his brain, 

“Call Soul and tell him he’s been upgraded to best boy.” you smirk, Taeyang drops to his knees in true soap opera fashion, staring up at the ceiling dramatically. 

“How could you replace me with Soul Y/N! Please, I'll be better!” he cries out, but you turn further away from him  “Chan what have you done! Why would you ask me that!” 

“My bad, you two just looked close!” Chan giggles, 

“H-How’s it his fault, you sounded so offended! Your face when he said it, I-” Intak says between heavy breaths, clutching his stomach as he laughs loudly, crouching as tears from laughing too hard stream down from his eyes. Keeho stabilized himself against the wall as his laughing fit took over his ability to stand, “Wait!” Intak yells out, “YOU’D CALL SOUL BEFORE UPGRADING MY TITLE?” he pouts at you, giving you large puppy dog eyes. “I- I knew you never loved me!” 

“Shut up!” you laugh as you bring him into a hug, Taeyang looking at you as if you’d betrayed him as he watched you hug Intak. The laughter dies down, as the boys catch their breaths, Chan and Jisung giggling between themselves at the whole dramatic ordeal. “Anyways sorry,” you say as you wipe your tears away, “My name is Y/N” you extend your hand to Chan who takes it in a firm grip shaking it, 

“Christopher but call me Chan or Channie or Chris honestly whatever works, it’s nice to meet you Y/N. I’ve heard good things” he offers you a warm smile. Meeting Chan felt like a dream, the music major in you jumped with pure excitement at the idea of meeting the man that worked on the very songs you loved to sing to. Sure Jisung was also a part of that team, but you were no lyricist. You are a producer, and Chan embodied every aspect of a true producer. Chan was one of the people you looked up to, often watching his streams and replaying parts where he’d come up with some new beat. Only later to hear it in one of their songs, you admired his work ethics, and how he could quickly make the back track to a song while sitting on a live stream with thousands of fans clawing for his attention, begging for just one small interaction from him to read their comments. You could appreciate how he both joked, and occasionally flirted with the fans while also staying focused on his task. Multi-tasking was not one of your strong suits. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what the room would feel like if he didn’t have the distractions of his adoring fans. You had many questions about it all, what equipment he used, if he preferred to work in silence or with light music playing, what kind of mixing console he used. What was it like working with seven other people each having their own style. You had heard their solo songs on youtube, and it fascinated you how different each person was. Yet how well organized they were as the group he formed. He had chosen them all, hand picked them for his own reasons and managed to create a unique sounding group. They weren’t some group that a company cherry picked and placed together, no. They were all different, with so many bold personalities, and for that you respected them, you respected him.

“You have?” 

“Yeah, those three don’t shut up about you,” he nods to your favorite three idiots, before looking back to you, “I hope to see one of your famous car performances live, one day! The video Keeho sent, of you singing Cheese was quite entertaining,” he chuckles, your face burns red, as you slowly turn to the three boys who now stood looking at you in panic, 

“Y/N…” Keeho says as he raises his hands, “Let us explain-”  

“You took a video!” you say as you step towards them, “And then sent it to people?!” 

“Run.” Intak says, as the three of them turn sprinting out of the building, so quickly it almost looked cartoonish, it reminded you of how Shaggy would run from ghosts in Scooby-Doo, a stuttering step before he actually took off running. 

“I’m going to kill them.” you mutter, still smiling wide. You should have expected this, especially from those three idiots. “It was nice meeting you Chan, but I have three children to scold.”

“Oh, man do I understand how you feel!.” Chan smiles, 

“It’s that single parent life am I right?” he lets out a loud laugh, nodding as you turn to hunt down your three grown up toddlers. Jisung quickly waves goodbye as he speedwalks his way over to you, smiling widely as he looks at your very determined expression. 

After finally catching up to the three boys you scolded them for a solid minute as they all sat there with their tails between their legs. Taeyang wanting to be back on your good side was the first to fold, placing all of the blame on Keeho as he claimed it was his idea. Keeho folded next, claiming that it was Intak who took the video,  while Intak stood there looking sorry for his crime. The four of you laughed it off as Jisung mentioned how the video was really quite the experience. 

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The five of you continued about your day doing whatever came to mind, a bit of window shopping and taking pictures on Jisung’s phone in every ‘fun’ or ‘pretty’ location you came across, since he had decided to take everyone else’s away. Keeho cracked jokes the whole time and slowly you forgot about agreeing to be Leah’s maid of honor. You enjoyed the company, and by the end of the day you had laughed so hard with each of them that you swore you would gain abs from the killer workout it gave your core. 

Your stomach grumbled loudly as sat on the swings in a park you had all stopped in. Intak who heard it laughed out loud, “Y/N/N is hungry!” he says as he gets up from the swing. Taking your hand in his as he leads you away from the group who follow eagerly for dinner, “Want me to text the guys? They should be around, maybe we can all go to that one place Y/N likes for dinner” 

“How are you gonna do that when Chan has our phones?” you giggle, 

“Shit. I forgot,” 

“Idiot,” you say lovingly as you squeeze his hand. 

“I got it,” Jisung says, stopping to pull his phone out. He quickly sends out a few texts and continues following, “Here,” he says handing you his phone, “Google the place” you quickly type in the name of your favorite restaurant and hand it back to him, he clicks on the call button and lift the phone to his ear. He quickly makes a reservation nodding to you all as he confirms everything. You walk hand in hand with Intak as he tells you about how hard everyones been working for their upcoming tour. The other three walked in front of you, as they discussed what they would be ordering. 

“I’m excited for you to be in the city Y/N, it’ll be nice not waiting for you to drive an hour to hang out.” he whispers, smiling wide at you. 

“In the city?” 

“Yeah, has he not told you yet?” 

“Told me what?” 

“Oh, shit.” Intak whispers, his hand now squeezing yours out of nervousness. “I should let Keeho tell you.” Tell me what? A pit forms in your stomach, the anxiety of not knowing something Keeho has planned courses through your veins, your heart pumps quickly as you overthink the situation. Why would I be in the city? Is he kicking me out? I like our home though. Intak quickly lets go of your hand and rushes up to Keeho, whispering to him quickly. Keeho whispers something back, and Intak looks a bit relieved, He always tells me everything… you think to yourself, what is he hiding from me. 

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Jisung holds the door open for all of you as you walk into the restaurant. The delicious smells overwhelm your senses, as you sink into a sense of familiarity, but still your brain persists. Reminding you of all the times you had been here with Jeonghan. 

As you all sat waiting for everyone else to arrive, you thought more and more of everything Leah and Jeonghan could have possibly done while you were completely unaware of everything. Had he brought her here? Did he tell her the sweet words of adoration he once told you? The stress built up until you had, had enough. You stand silently, as the others watch. Leaving your spot between Taeyang and Keeho to step outside. Pulling the pack of smokes from your pocket and quickly lighting one up. You inhaled deeply, the familiar head rush from the nicotine hitting hard in the cold winter air. You stood in the cold with no jacket, as the wind sent chills down your spine causing small goosebumps to run up your arms. Your legs shook, partially from the cold and partially from the thought of Jeonghan. How could he have done this to you? How could he have left you for her? How could she have taken him with open arms after you had cried for countless hours. She had known the whole time how much you adored him, she had always known how you felt. But in your time of need, when you were absolutely heart broken. She was madly in love with him. You never sought out comfort with Leah during the breakup, how could you knowingly seek her out while she slept next to him? You felt like you had no one, even though you were surrounded by amazing friends, you truly felt completely, painfully, alone. Nothing feels worse than being in a room full of people willing to help, yet feeling so helpless, useless and unlovable. Maybe you were truly destined to be alone. You think back to the words an old classmate back home once said to you in a drunken ramble. “You are the type of girl people date. Not marry.” a reality you now felt the need to accept. 

“What does that even mean?” Jisung asks as he walks up behind you, he had come out to check up on you since you hadn’t returned for a few minutes. Figuring by now you’d be cold without your jacket. He drapes it around your shoulders as you continue your smoke, exhaling a thick gray cloud, a mix of smoke, and your warm breath showing in the cold winter air. 

“It means, I’m good enough to have around for short term things, not good enough for the long term.” Jisung thinks over the statement carefully selecting his next words. 

“I don’t really know you,” he starts. You open your mouth to apologize but he quickly cuts you off, “But I wouldn’t say that’s true. From what I’ve seen people enjoy having you around. You’ve been the bigger person in a shitty situation, and you handled today well. Don’t say things like that about yourself. You’re in your early twenties, and one guy isn’t the end all be all. He fucked up, but that doesn’t mean its the end for you. Guys are dumb sometimes, and they don’t commit to thinking of the long term very often, but there’s still so much time left Y/N, you have so much time to meet someone, fall in love, get married, do whatever your heart wants.”

“I just feel like it was a waste of five years.” 

“Five years ago what were you doing?” Jisung turns to you, as you answer. 

“I was back in Toronto.”

“Were you happy?” 

“Not really.”

“Why are you here?” 

“Because Jeonghan wanted me to be closer.” 

“Did you become happier here?” 

“For a while,” 

“Forget about the issues right now, did you become happy?” 

“Yes.” 

“What did you do back home?” 

“What’s up with all the questions Jisung?” he sighs, 

“Just answer.” 

“Nothing. I just worked part time.” 

“What did you do coming here?” 

“I applied for college. Got in as a music major. And graduated,” 

“What else?”

“I made friends, I guess? Got a job? I don’t know Jisung?” You huff now annoyed at the overbearing amount of questions he hurled at you. 

“Was getting your degree a waste of time?” 

“No.”  

“Are your friends a waste of time?” 

“NO! Why woul-” 

“What I’m saying is Y/N, you spent five years working on yourself. You graduated college, in a subject I sincerely hope you liked. You made friends, and began to work. You stabilized your life here. Yeah, a lot of the memories are with him, but it wasn’t a waste of time. Because none of the things you achieved on your own are affected by his absence. Your degree is still yours, your job is still stable, I hope. Your friends are still here.” Jisung hoped he hadn’t overstepped any boundaries as he watched you finish your smoke, he watched your body language closely for any hints of discomfort. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, letting the filter of the cigarette fall to the ground, sizzling and burning out as it hits the snow on the ground, 

“There’s still so much time. Don’t give up on yourself now.” You weakly smile at him as he guides you back inside. ꕀ❀ꕀ

After dinner, Keeho had taken you, Intak and Taeyang home after retrieving your phones from Chan who still sat working in his practice room. Soul, Jiung and Jongseob had decided to cab back to their place, and Jisung patiently waited for Chan to finish up. “So what was it you needed to talk about?” Chan asks as he gathers his things. Placing his laptop in his bag, along with a few pages of sheet music with messily written notes jotted down. 

“It’s a talk we need to have as roommates.” Jisung sighs as he runs his hand through his hair, “I should apologize to you in advance.” 

The drive back from the studio wasn’t very long, but Jisung had to think of a way of bringing up the topic calmly. His roommates wouldn’t refuse he knew that, but he was scared of the pressure of agreeing to this without them. It would be his responsibility to make sure everything went smoothly, and after the interactions he had tonight. He was unsure if he was really a good fit to help. Sure, he could be of some use but the task at hand was large. It truly was a big ask, and he had said yes over some stupid phones. He wondered how Keeho was holding up, knowing his part of the task was probably just as bad. 

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“Y/N, can we talk?” Keeho says a hint of sadness lingering in his words, you nod. Walking over to the couch where he sat as stiff as a rock. 

“What's wrong?” He fiddles with the remote for the tv, the silence in the house was deafening. Would he finally be telling you of the thing Intak had mentioned? Maybe he really was kicking you out. 

“You know, I'm going on tour soon, and I’ll be gone for a few months.” Of course you’d known he’d be leaving, he was excited over the tour. To be able to finally see the fans again, to have them right in his reach, to see them smile and cheer, to hear them sing along to their songs. It was what kept him going his entire time as an Idol. “And, you remember that agreement we had with the company right?” there it is. This is what’s bothering him. 

“What did they ask of you-” Keeho had originally lived in the city when he offered for you to move in, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stay there. The anxiety of the city was too much after the breakup, and so Keeho had gone out of his way to find your current home. He would have to talk to his company about moving an hour from the city, but he promised he’d make it work. After some convincing the company agreed due to them being on a small break, he wouldn’t be needed in the studio as often. They also began helping him with rent but only partially but they’d only allow him to be away until his lease ended, and when the lease ended, he’d be expected to move closer to the city for work. Especially during comeback months. oh god. The lease. “Is the lease-” he nods softly, letting his head fall. 

“It ended two days ago.” 

“We should have been looking for a new place Kee, how much time do we have” 

“So.” he sighs, “We actually should start packing tomorrow, and then I’ll be storing some of my things with the boys for a bit while the company prepares the apartment for us, but it won’t be ready until I get back; which is why they thought now would be the best timing. Since I wouldn’t be here anyways-” 

“Okay, so should I start looking for a room?” 

“You have one set up already, I worked that out earlier.” 

“Earlier?” 

“Jisung,” he pauses, taking a large breath in before finally spitting out what he wanted to say “Offered to take you in with his roommates.” 

“What.” You stood there in shock, why would Jisung have offered you the place? How long had this been planned for? Had he asked when you were outside smoking? Is that why Jisung came to find you? ‘If I agree to your favor?’ Jisung's words rang through your head, and your head shot up as if you’d had some kind of epiphany. “You want me to stay with a stranger? Was that the favor you asked of him, Kee?” he nodded, offering no other explanation. “No, I’m not intruding on some random person's life for this, not happening Kee, I’ve got enough to deal with I don’t want to be thrown into some new place wi-” your eyes stung as the tears began to well, you could hardly speak without choking on your words. “No, Just No.” You had only a few days to pack up, a few stupid days to accept the fact that your comfort place, your home was going to be taken away from you, a few god damned days until your best friends leave for their tour leaving you all alone. And he wanted you to process all of that while staying in a house full of strangers? Absolutely the fuck not.

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The Scientist Chapter 4

Hey everyone! Now, I know this was two days late but I have a reason: it was my birthday and I scheduled this to post on July 16th on accident instead of July 6th 😭. I didn't even notice until after my party 😭. I'm sorry don't murder me. I hope you guys like this one and forgive me for scheduling this for the wrong dayc

Warnings: an argument, smut, fingering (f receiving), cursing, making out, Poe is an ass man, marking, reader is super horny tbh 😭

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Shy!Black!Scientist!Fem!Reader

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The day was calm, and then it wasn’t. What happened was, a tense argument due to a report the Scientist had ordered to be rewritten by someone else after it was submitted by Juanant, the short biologist who kept causing Poe irritation from his first day to now. He didn’t take kindly to this and barged into the office while everyone was having lunch. Two more women came in during this relaxing session to drop off some paperwork and Juanant stormed in like a bat out of hell.

Then the argument started. Merca stood up quickly as the man came down on her friend, pointing and screaming at her while she ignored him and ate her salad. Forian tried to separate the two, but had to step away when he saw Merca perched to jump across the room and take the man's head off. She was screaming curses in a foreign language, and the man continued screaming as the other two women stood there ogling the scene before them.  The Scientist sighed, cursing herself out for thinking she’d get a peaceful day.

“You’re a bitch who sits in her fucking chair and barks orders. Then you run around like a crazy person. I went to Bar’leth, you don’t even have a degree.” A yawn left the Scientist and she rolled her eyes. Please, Merca calls her worse during an argument. Poe had clenched his fist at his side, where he now came to stand next to the Scientist when the chaos started. He poised to strike when the biologist approached, but the Scientist stopped him by raising her left hand and looking up into his eyes. But that was before the man began his verbal assault on her. Now she wished she allowed Poe to lay him out. As the screeching continued the woman let herself space out. Her thoughts wandered as her eyes drifted up to Poe.

Poe Dameron. The sexyist man she had ever laid her eyes upon. His handsome features filled her daydreams. Dreams of him taking her somewhere far away, far away from the pure foolishness of her day to day life. Dreams of him pulling her into deep searing kisses that set her body on fire. Her school girl crush slightly embarrassed her, especially with how poorly she hid it, but sometimes she let herself dream. Dreamed of him expressing how much he liked her, dreams of him holding her hand or her latching onto his arm as they walked through marketplaces. He’d ask before touching her hair and placing a kiss on her forehead. He’d smile at her, no one else but her. Like in the romance comics she’d read when she had time. Those were the most romantic experiences she’d ever had. With all her studies, she never even had time for a serious crush, let alone relationship or sex. But meeting Poe changed something inside of her to a point where she couldn’t even think sometimes if he stared at her with those chocolate eyes that hypnotize her. Hell, she was hypnotized by the way his jaw clenched and his eyes filled with anger. He was so hot she could hardly contain herself. Her thoughts wandered on until-

“You’re fucking bald.” Silence cut through the room as Poe stood stiffly in front of the short bald man. Everyone went still, even Binksy. The head of the biology section, Juanant Hemnewi, was red faced and his mouth gaped open. To be fair, no one was expecting Poe to say it. Maybe Forian, possibly Merca but not Poe who had stolen the hearts of the entire Science department in the two months he’d been present. Except for this one guy. 

Her eyes widened and she blinked a few times as her mouth gaped open. Sure she was thinking it but she wasn’t ready for him to say it. Merca snorted, stifling a laugh and the other two women gasped.

“You’re a short, bald, bitch, whose career can’t even amount to do everything this woman does in a day let alone a week. Sure she has no degree, but you know what she does have? A better job than you. You barged into the office that she owns to complain because you have the writing skills of a toddler.” The man gaped then closed his mouth.

And Poe smirked, soaking the Scientist panties so fast it was a bit humiliating. Then Merca busted out laughing and everyone turned to look at her as Forian held her upright and she wiped water from her eyes. 

She grinned through tears, holding her stomach and wheezing. Then the Scientist grinned. Poe and Merca were right. She’s sexy, smart, and doing far better than this guy. How had she forgotten that for the sake of professionalism and not letting her temper explode. She let out a contained laugh before speaking.

“You’re a jackass whose wife left him for a better man and whose daughter works here but tells people her father died. How are you even talking to me right now?” Through breathy laughter Poe broke out into the smile she loved seeing.  Her irritated mood now improved by heaps. Forian rolled his eyes and went back to his sandwich, and the Scientist could only guess that he felt like the threat of danger had significantly decreased. 

“You are going to regret the day you decided to even come work here. In fact, you’ll regret the day you even picked up a book related to anything about science.” With a huff the short man stormed out. Through the mocking laughter, the Scientist mustered a response.

“I’m sure I will, but you’re old ass will be dead before I do.” Merca’s fit of laughter increased and Poe looked down at her with a smile. Eventually her laughter died down and she picked her fork back up.

“What a pussy.” another mocking laugh escaped her throat as she grinned and smiled up at Poe. Sure, his statement caught her so off guard she was still in disbelief. But he said something. Something in defense of her, and even though Merca was prepared to commit a violent crime, the Scientist didn’t imagine Merca’s hands roaming up and down her body late at night. And something about a man so fine who she basically just met going to bat for her really inspired something new in her. Something far deeper than her small crush.

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The day was ending as Poe and the Scientist wished everyone a good night. It was just the two of them in the lab now. The regular random experiment that she did with Merca and Forian had just wrapped up. Once more the lab was a mess, cups, papers, bowls, scattered about. She sat at her regular work bench where she was sat the first night she met Poe. Poe was sitting on a chair next to the desk as she focused on a small remote she was building for Binksy. The Scientist however couldn’t find it in herself to focus. Her thighs shifted uncomfortably, as she felt hypnotic brown eyes watching her. Poe’s elbow rested on the table, and one of his hands held his head up. Taking a deep breath she decided to grab the bull by its horns as Merca put it when they had lunch together and she spilled her guts about her feelings regarding Poe.

“Is something wrong?” She asked softly, her voice coming out more squeaky than she wanted. She cursed herself mentally but kept a calm face.

“Huh?” Poe replied. His hair moved in a way that was so cute she just wanted to touch it. She always wanted to touch Poe’s hair, imagining how soft it would feel to grab it while they kissed.

“You’ve been staring at me.” Clearing her throat, she instinctively took her hair and coiled a small piece around her finger. She bit her lip in anticipation. What if he confessed being in love with her right there? She slightly shook her head free of delusions. She never had luck with men nor women, how could Poe who probably has endless experience want her? Sure she was more gorgeous than she sometimes gave herself credit for, and Poe was someone who she’d look amazing with, she was more worried her personality wasn’t anywhere near interesting enough to intrigue him.

“Nothing, I just like looking at your face.” Poe responded quickly, almost like he didn’t have time to think of a different answer, and her head snapped in his direction. His eyes went wide at the quick crack of her neck. He looked nervous, and she scolded herself for the quick snap.

“You…like looking at me?” She asked tentatively. This felt like something out of a book and she was certainly eager to turn the page. He took a breath and shut his eyes, bracing himself almost before he opened his eyes.

“Uh…yeah. I do, you have a pretty face.” She slowly got up and walked over to him before sitting on the desk right in front of his seat where his elbow rested. She felt his eyes ghost over her thighs and she slightly leaned in. Maybe she felt emboldened by the dull ache of exhaustion in her throbbing brain.

“Tell me more.” Her voice was soft and Poe crossed his legs. She wasn’t even sure what she was talking about but Poe sat red faced and averted eye contact.

“You’re pretty. You have really nice hair too and you have good fashion sense. You smell nice and wear cute makeup. But not too much where it’s distracting. And your eyes are really pretty.” It came out in a mumble but she didn’t care. Poe Dameron, the most gorgeous, caring man she’s ever met just told her how much he liked her face. A moment of silence settled over the two, before she remembered to respond.

“...I like your face too. You have good bone structure. And you also have really nice eyes.” Turning away to avoid eye contact, she held back how soft and kissable his lips looked. Slowly, their eyes met and she wanted to just jump into his arms.

“Thanks.” Was all he said while staring into her soul like he could see her desires. The lab melted away within moments and she used her arms to scoot her closer to the edge and closer to him. He looked closer at her and her breath hitched. Her hands brushed over his elbow and they both looked at it. Making a move, Poe moved his elbow before he touched her hand and then looked into her eyes again. A flustered frown was on her face, a bit embarrassed at how badly she wanted him. 

More silence.

“You know, I really really like your lips.” He confessed as his hand covered hers completely. His voice now low and even, her ears and neck felt hot.

“...You do?” Was all she could muster. All her confidence left her immediately. Like he took it away in an instant. Like he also took her common sense, her ability to breathe, and much more. He took them away with one glance and her thighs pushed together.

“Yeah. I love the way they look when you smile, I love the way they look when you put on lipgloss.” He continued like he was trying to kill her. And she tried to think. What should she do in this situation? What would a character in one of her thousands of novels do? What would Merca do? Taking a breath she finally responded.

“So do something about it.” It was mumbled but it was still something. Her nerves spiked but a thrill ran through her all the same. This was progress! Looking at it like an experiment, she could learn how he would react to boldness. Or at least that was helping her calm down.

A sly grin came across Poe’s face and he stood up before leaning over her and looking between her eyes and her lips. Then he pressed his lips to her softly and she shut her eyes while her brain melted. It was like eating a piece of candy she hadn’t had in a while. She was more than pleased to report she was right too, Poe’s lips were soft and plush. He pulled away from her and she let out a soft huff. More. She wanted way more.

“How was that for something?” He asked while pressing his forehead against hers.

“It was certainly….something.” Was all she responded while reaching a hand up. He liked her. Or wanted to kiss her at least and she wanted to kiss him too. No use containing herself now. She pulled him back down by his shirt collar and he consumed her with another world stopping kiss. 

His tongue scanned over her bottom lip and he led her into a passionate mixing of their tongues and saliva. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the throbbing between her legs harder and harder to ignore by the second. His hands slipped around her waist like she had imagined many times. But this was nothing like her late night fantasies, it couldn’t even compare.

Her legs slowly lifted to go around his waist and she pulled him in closer. He couldn’t be close enough to her it seemed. He pulled away to suck in a deep breath before planting a kiss on her neck. She let out a soft whimper. For a minute, the woman was worried she’d explode.  She didn’t know if markings could be left on black people, maybe it depended on the skin tone. She knew Merca gave Forian one during a drunken night but it was barely visible. More like a tender spot on his neck (that Merca enjoyed running up to him and violently poking him in it) for a few days. But she was eager to find out if Poe could leave one on her. 

He scooped her up rather tenderly and sucked a passionate bruise into her neck. Trembling, she was more than embarrassed at her eagerness but something about Poe’s slight aggression told her he was more than eager. Something about it felt desperate. He moved backwards, landing in a chair in pulling one of her thighs up and more around his hips. She adjusted her body, and a whimper left him when she pulled back to adjust. 

“You okay?” He asked as she knelt with her thighs around his hips. 

“Very.” Was all she could muster while planting a desperate kiss on his lips to which he responded with enthusiasm. His large hands cupped her ass, kneading the flesh and she softly moaned into the kiss. He pulled away again and went back to leaving bruises on her neck and he ran his tongue over her neck and planted a soft kiss on the third bruise while he led her hips down onto his. She felt something hard as a rock directly underneath her clit through her pajama pants. He let out a broken groan before he looked at her right in her embarrassed eyes.

“You like that?” The whisper felt like she had been shot but she nodded. He grinned wolfishly before he kissed the skin on top of her breast that was exposed by her cami and she jerked her hips in shock as he went back to his mission of leaving bruises all over her skin. Each kiss left her begging for more and each time she moved her hips the friction killed them both. He was moving her ass with his powerful hands and rotating her hips in a circle and he thrusted his hips upwards. Testing the waters she supposed.

This Scientist underwear was so wet that it felt sticky. She felt dizzy from the burning kisses left on her skin.

“There’s a good girl.” more whispers that caused strong legs to squeeze around his hips. He was admiring the myriad of bruises he left. She found out through the best way possible if black people could get hickeys. It was more than safe to say this was the best experiment. Soft, breathy moans that left her cheeks burning but were spurring Poe onwards.

“You know, you’re so gorgeous. I’ve wanted you for a loooong time.” Now he was whispering directly in her ears. He just automatically knew how to drive her crazy. Her thighs shook, his talking was damn near going to send her into cardiac arrest. She softly moaned out his name, his thrust rubbing against her clit rendering her basically speechless.

He was now focused on gripping her thighs, letting out a grunt in response with his eyes glued to the bulge in his pants meeting her pussy. Taking a thumb, he ran it along her waist band. Could he feel how warm her skin was? Could he feel her heartbeat like she could through her entire body?

“I’m gonna lift you up gorgeous.” She nodded once more, her hands gripping his shoulders. True to word, Poe lifted her with incredible strength and plopped her down on a desk. He was whispering obscene confessions into her ear, and fidgeting with her waistband. 

“Can I touch you?” staring into his eyes she desperately nodded and he grinned before pressing a searing kiss to her lips. Slipping his hand down her pants and into her cotton underwear. The flutters in her tummy had her slowly drawing away to see what he was doing. He ran his middle finger and ring in between her lips and shivered at how wet she was. He pressed a finger to her clit and she jumped with a loud squeal. The two both went still.

‘Oh no…’ was all she could think. Then he smiled sweetly at her. She giggled nervously and now they were both giggling. 

“Nooooo, I’m sorry” Hiding her face in her palms she sighed in humility. He chuckled down at her.

“Don’t laugh!”A playful hit to his shoulder he took her hand and pressed a tender kiss to the back of her hand.

“You don’t have to be sorry, I’m sorry for taking things so fast.” He apologized to and a head shake came in response. 

“I want to go fast.” Her face felt warmer and she looked down at his belt, only able to think about what was behind it. He chuckled once more.

“I don’t want to go too fast and hurt you though. Maybe we can slow things down. Just for tonight?” He pressed another kiss to her neck and she nodded but only at the promise at another time. And she didn’t really want her first time on a desk in a lab. He smiled.

“That’s my girl.” she kissed his lips and he smiled against her lips before he slowly but seemingly against his own will, pulled his hand out of her pants. He let out a shaky breath in response to a whimper she let out. He saw the clear slime on his fingers and she closed her eyes for a second to make sure this was real. He instinctively licked his finger and gave her the other one with herself on it before she sucked herself off of his hand.

“Oh fuck.” The strangled groan left her wanting more. It was safe to say her small crush was far larger than she could’ve ever imagined.

[femmmie]

What comes next

Anthony and Ian get it on, @lilac-hecox gave me this idea. But ofc I had to make it angsty. Sorry!

Anthony was horny. He was always horny around Ian. Even at his least horny, he was at least a little horny when they were together. But right now, his dong pressed against his pants uncomfortably. Luckily, he was having a great time.

Ian and Anthony were writing. The new sketch was really coming along. Looking at Ian, it seemed to Anthony like he was radiating, glowing with creativity. It was incredible to witness. And as much as it pained him, he had to tone down the more edgy - and therefore funnier - jokes. He would love to see what a truly unchained, unhinged sketch by Ian would look like.

"And then Courtney will say, ohh but I just drank all this delicious mommy milk, I'm not sure if I can handle more." Ian made a duck face and put his index finger on his lower lip, turned around and stuck his ass out at Anthony.

Anthony fidgeted in his office chair. They were at his house, his home office. His damn dick wouldn't chill out and his best friend looked more delicious every day. Of course, in the old days, there had been the many instances Ian had made innuendos and Anthony had called his bluff. Most of the time, Ian would retreat, but when they would be particularly high, he would go further, and further, and before they knew it they would be naked in Anthony's bed. They were regrettably sober today.

"Ian, I would scream laugh if I saw this, but I wouldn't be able to because YouTube would have blocked the video and deleted our channel."

"I know, I just wanted to see your reaction. That look on your face, like you have right now, it's priceless." Ian grinned.

"Oh, shut up. I tell you, you have a nice butt and you work it into every single joke today," Anthony looked at Ian's body, so curvy and inviting...

"If you got it, flaunt it!" Ian retorted and did a goofy fucking dance, making Anthony super annoyed and turned on.

"Ugh, lunch break."

"Alright... but you're into it!"

They sat down at the kitchen table, having what could only be described as a very LA lunch. Gluten-free, vegan bagels with avocado spread. Anthony was still fidgeting, changing the way he sat constantly. Ian looked at him while chewing on his bagel.

"Ohkay, cut it out. What's the matter, my guy?"

"Well, Ian," Anthony began. Dare he admit the truth? Anthony shut his eyes for a brief moment and remembered what he'd learned in therapy.

"Well... Ever since we've gotten back together, I... have noticed how good you look.. and how I would absolutely destroy that bussy." In his last sentence, he used just a little bit of comedy in his intonation, but he meant it absolutely serious.

"Dude, I've seen you looking," Ian responded, a small smile on his face while chewing food and talking at the same time.

"You want it, don't you?"

Ian swallowed his bite and stood up, turned around, and twerked.

"In front of MY salad?!" Anthony protested, pleased with himself. Ian kept twerking, and Anthony just grabbed his butt, held it tightly, and said: "That's quite enough, mister Hecox." He squeezed and almost nutted in his pants.

"Do you want me to put a baby in you?"

"Ew no?"

"I mean my semen, dumbass"

"Ohhh, in that case, yeah."

Anthony gave Ian's ass-cheeks a slap and pulled down his pants.

"Why do you think I keep showing you my ass? I want you to fuck me already! We haven't done it since we've reconciled, it's been too long, damnit."

"You're so willing, aren't you?"

They walked towards Anthony's bedroom but landed on the couch.

"Fuck, have you grown since then? A.. argh yes, oh please be gentle.."

"It has been too damn long. Argh, I need this so badly!"

Anthony saw Ian's hole, his thick ass, though maybe not as thick as before, and he couldn't help but go in full speed.

"Ahh, OH! Anthony..."

"I will, I will."

Anthony slowed down. "You're doing great. Please just breathe in and out, okay? I'm going in fully now."

"Ian I'm gonna come already, you turn me on so much, more than anyone... IAN!!"

Sweat dripped along Anthony's temples, down his chin, on top of Ian's beautiful back.

"Thank you..."

He slid out of Ian, and they walked to the shower to clean up.

"Hey, what's up?"

Anthony was looking down, lip quivering.

"I.. I'm just so frustrated. Why is the best sex in the world, with YOU, not a fertile kind of sex? Why can't we have kids together..."

Ian took Anthony's face in his hand and looked into his caramel eyes.

"Hey, I understand that feeling. But truly, even if I could have children, I wouldn't."

"Why not? Wouldn't our kids be so cute?"

"That they would, you're right. Come here."

They embraced, and Anthony let his tears stream freely, for they were being washed away by the shower. This feeling was very important to acknowledge, he thought, for it showed him what he wanted in life. He wanted a family. And he wanted Ian to be part of it. How that would look like, he didn't know yet, but he would figure it out, as he always did.

Ian was already back on his bullshit, flaunting his ass while drying off.

"I hope you're ready for another round!" Anthony teased

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Fic writer asks: 31/32 as one question, 46, and 50 :D

Thank you for your service in sending me distractions 🙏🏻

31: What's your ideal fic length to write? | What's your ideal fic length to read?

Bestie, I literally cannot answer this. The length of my chapters is all over the goddam place, & I've only ever committed in a serious way to fic one (1) time & that's with my current project(s?). I think that, like, if I am pushed to think about it, just in terms of Longfic-Chapter-Length, I really hit a sweet spot with my early chapters in SOTF where I hovered around 8-12k, & everything after that has been...IDK me literally being insane & not knowing how to shut up because I committed to my formatting. I haven't finished any fic since...I wanna say high school (& even then it was all written out in longhand in spiral notebooks) & I only finished one or two of my innumerable projects. So I guess longfics get there when they get there, final word count be damned. Who TF knows with my shorter stuff, those all exist on vibes & vibes alone, & they're done when The Spirit Of Writing tells me they are. Shorter stuff does tend to top out at 2k (or thereabout), though.

In terms of reading, tbh I've never read a lot of fanfic. IDK, I just never really thought about it because I tend to be very isolated & "I can entertain myself" when it comes to fandom experience. I also sort of read fic like I read books (see: it takes me forever), so you could set me down with something of pretty much any length & I'll eventually get it done. There is no length determination, only if I fuck with the writing style & plot.

46: Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?

I definitely prefer writing on a computer, my mom was kinda militant about me learning how to type when I was young so I have a really high wpm now & it's just faster. That said, I'm not opposed to writing on my phone. I wrote the vast majority of the currently published chapters of my HOTD fic on my phone because I didn't have a laptop for 3 years, & I'm not going to write "cunt" on a work computer, even if it's during my lunch break. So I'm writing hybrid phone/computer even though I do have one now. I got good enough at writing several thousand word chapters in the app version of google docs with naught but my thumbs that I'll go with "whatever is convenient for the location I'm currently in." Computer is definitely where I'm thriving, though.

50: Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

There's only 2 that are currently in the fic, & then there's one planned one, but no one talked about the 2 that were there at all & so I have to just get them out there. Also my Patented Misa Foreshadowing That Makes Me Giggle And Kick My Feet But No One Picks Up On Because My Thought Pattern Cannot Be Reproduced.

Chapter 6 has a minor "right in front of my salad" reference

I named the brothers of Borros Baratheon's wife after Peter and Edmund Pevensie from the Narnia series & gave them the same age gap. I foreshadowed Yorick's dragon by having his personal arms be a black dragon & have him get assigned to play at having one that color when he played with his cousins. I foreshadowed Ella's betrothal/husband by having her wear a dress with roses on it at a tourney, & the favor she gave her dad was yellow roses (the real-world equivalent to the heraldry exclusive gold of House Tyrell). But no one mentions these things. They make me happy, but I want someone to point at it & be like "oh hey!"

I have an upcoming easter egg with Ella's son/first child. I'm naming him Griffith because, sure, actual Griffith from Berserk sucks, but his name fucks & I like Berserk so why shouldn't I co-opt his name? It's mine now. Yoink. Enjoy being a footnote in the list of "media Misa likes that can be referenced in something else"