#man do you know how hard it is to pick just FIVE films?

[radarsteddybear]

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List five of your favorite movies and let your followers decide which fits your vibes best.

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[eiightysixbaby]

older! eddie finally having enough of reader calling him old man and he decides to show her how much of an old man he really is😏😏😏

“old man yeah?” he says grinning ear to ear when you whine pathetically underneath him, “wanna say that again?” he coos

18+ only pleaaaase!

The ball rolls down the lane, heavy and awkward, knocking into the pins and only sending a couple falling.

“That was possibly the worst throw of the night, Munson!” Robin says, smiling proudly when Eddie glares at her.

He groans, swiveling his arm to stretch out his shoulder.

“Not fair, this shit used to be easy. ‘S fuckin’ killing my shoulder tonight,” he comments, picking up his bottle of beer and clinking it with the top of Steve’s in a sort of pity toast to his bad turn.

“Oh, come on, old man!” you tease, standing to take your turn. You pick up your bowling ball from the bunch, giving Eddie a devious glance. “Let me show you how it’s done, sans any shoulder pain or back pain or pain in any other body part,” you smirk, earning a laugh from Steve.

“Ouch,” he says. “She’s got you there, Ed. Shoulder pain, really? When we’re not even halfway through this game.”

“Oh fuck off, Harrington. Wasn’t it two nights ago I saw you buying Epsom salts complaining about sore muscles? From a day at the pool with your kids?”

“Listen, the amount of times I had to pick them up and toss them into the water—”

You giggle, letting the two of them bicker as you take your turn. You let the ball go in a more elegant manner than Eddie, standing at the end of the lane as you wait to see the outcome. Sure enough, all ten pins fall with a scattered crash, and you bounce up and down eagerly.

“Woo!” Robin and Steve cheer, Eddie rolling his eyes as you high-five them.

“Alright, sweetheart, so you think you’re the superior bowler?” he asks, pulling you against him.

“I know I am, old man,” you draw out the last two words, pressing a polished finger to his chest. “Unless you really think you can show me up. But I wouldn’t want you hurting that shoulder while you try,” you pout, seeing the way the look in his eyes changes at your teasing. “Can’t have you doing too much… physical activity.”

“Alright, so that’s how you want to be, hm?” he asks, his voice low. “Just wait ‘til we get home, darling.”

The comment makes you shiver, his figure slipping away from you as soon as the words are out of his mouth. You watch him leave to get another drink, your mouth slightly agape as film reels run through your head, showcasing the activities that probably await you when you return home. Chewing on your lip, you return to your seat next to Robin, knowing full well you’re going to get under Eddie’s skin as much as you possibly can before the night is over.

Stumbling through the door just before midnight, a couple shitty bowling-alley-bar mixed drinks in your system, Eddie’s got his finger hooked in the waistband of your too-tight jeans, pulling you into him.

“That was real fucking cute, the way you kept mocking me all night,” he rasps, his warm breath fanning your ear, his lips barely grazing the shell of it. “If I had to hear you call me an old man one more time, I swear I was going to put you in the car and fuck you right there in the parking lot,” he says, kissing at your jaw.

You whine a little, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access.

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks, knowing the answer.

“Ed—” you pant, trying to paw at the buckle on his jeans.

“It is, god of course it’s what you wanted. I know your angles, baby,” he purrs, his voice dripping with lust.

He presses a hot kiss to your mouth, his tongue licking against your teeth. Your hands climb up his back, clawing at the fabric of his shirt as if your plan is to rip it off of him. He picks you up, carrying you down the hallway without breaking the kiss. He’s tossing you on the bed before he pulls his shirt off, exposing his modest muscles from years of hard work at the shop. You never tire of looking at the tattoos that decorate his pale skin, the ink fading with time.

He’s undoing his belt while you’re stripping bare on his bed, feeling your face heat when you catch him staring at your tits.

“Damn, I’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of you tonight,” he breathes, smiling boyishly, betraying his age despite the soft wrinkles in his face.

“Are you?” you ask, one final taunt, pushing him over the edge.

“Oh, sweetheart. G’na have you crying for me,” he says, moving to hover on top of you on the bed. “You’re not gonna be able to fucking walk tomorrow,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.

It’s quick and without warning when he slips two fingers inside of you, making you mewl as your hands tangle in his hair. He curls them expertly, he knows your body like the back of his hand by now, knows exactly what to do to have you screaming for him.

His eager mouth licks and sucks on your breasts, tugging your nipples gently with his teeth as your back arches. Your body accepts a third finger from him easily, sucking him right in as wet, filthy noises fill the bedroom.

“Eddie,” you whine, already on the edge of your orgasm. Your breathing is heavy, eyes pinched shut beneath him as he works you to your breaking point.

You cum around his fingers with a cry, body shaking violently as he works you through it. You feel like you’re on fire, his touch igniting every inch of you. All you want is more.

“Old man, huh?” Eddie muses as you come down from your first high of the evening. “Looks like this old man still knows how to please. So do you wanna call me that again, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, knowing you’re already in for quite the night.

“Good,” he says, dipping down to kiss your lips, your jaw, your neck. “Cause we’re just getting started.”

[its-in-the-woods]

Chapter 2 of down the rabbit hole

Chapter one here chap three

MDNI

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating: Not much for this, brief mention of SA, mention of alcohol.

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. If you know a Beta to edit please send them to me.

*Before we get into things. Thank you 100x for all the love. It means the world to me*

Somehow four weeks have slipped by. As always, TV series runs like a machine on fire while driving through a snowstorm. Long days, and even longer nights. You wonder briefly why you chose a profession that meant you average four to five hours of sleep. But then Walton brings the whole trailer their favorite coffee and you just shrug the thought off. Working with the cast and crew was like being in one big dysfunctional family. One part hated each other, one part was fucking each other, and another part just held on for the ride. You liked to think you were in the last group, but sometimes when you caught Liz glowering at you, you wondered if maybe you were in the first group. 

“Why does she hate me?” You ask Trevor as you try to eat lunch. Fish wasn’t your first choice but it’s what they had had. 

“Who?” Trevor asks, munching on some strawberries, how the man ate as much as he did and remained tiny was amazing. 

“Liz.” You sigh moving your fork around the plate.

“Liz hates everyone, don’t take it personally.” He grabbed a couple more pieces of fruit. 

“Have you seen the way she looks at me? Like, why bring me onboard if she was just gonna avoid me like the plague?”

“She’s jealous of you.”

You turn and raise your eyebrows at him. “What are you talking about?”

Trevor lets out a snort and chomps down on some cheese. “Girl. Don’t play down your talents. You have worked your damn ass off to get here. One of the best makeup artists out there and Liz knows it. Why do you think Mr. Goggins likes you so much?”

You shrug and pick through your food, the fish was not sitting particularly well. “I am not better than anyone else.”

Trevor swats at you playfully, “Shut up. You can wrangle through asshole actors like no one else. You take zero shit from anyone and you get stuff done on time or before they are needed. You’ll be one of the most valued artists in town in no time.” He chuckles and pushes his own plate away. “Just make sure you bring me along with you.”

You grin back at him. Trevor had never jerked you around like most others. He was right, you did a good job and people appreciated your blatant lack of kiss assery. You fiddle with your fork for a moment before deciding that you had enough for the day. 

***

It was Thursday, which meant the week was almost over. The end was in sight and your bed was calling your name. You’d probably sleep the weekend away and indulge in some overpriced Chinese food. Your thoughts about sweet and sour pork are broken when someone announces they are coming in. Liz walks in and looks you up and down. Dear god, that woman has a chip on her shoulder. She went and pulled out a couple of empty totes. 

“It’s going to be you and Trevor tomorrow and the following week.” She says her lips pressed firmly together, as she talks she goes through drawers grabbing different products.  “Walton is here doing some scenes, Laura will also be here but she shouldn’t be on camera. If she is, I've emailed you notes and pictures.”

You nod, not bothering to look at her as you continue to wash your brushes. Liz continued to add to her bin.  “Sounds good.”

“Look, I know we haven’t been exactly- Friendly.” You turn to look at the woman, she is putting the lid on to the tote. Writing info on a sheet of paper on the top. “But, you do a good job. The director has been very happy with everything. “

“Thank you.” You reply, giving her a small smile. “I appreciate that Liz.”

Liz nods back at you and grabs the tote, waddling out the door. It’s probably the closest you’ve come to liking her. You sit there for a moment, taking in the compliment, maybe things are changing for the better. 

***

Friday is here, and you decided to bring some timbits to celebrate the end of the week. The usually bustling studio lot was quiet. Construction and Set Dec had busied themselves with various other needs. It was refreshing to have a little quiet. You had even been able to park your car right beside the trailer. As much as you loved the absolute chaos that was a film set, the calm was a nice balm. You knew that before long you would miss the chaos, and it would be back with vengeance. 

Laying things out you felt like you could breathe. You had put on some gothic country on the stero, something that only you and Trevor really enjoyed. Both of you had moved from rural areas to do your job. It was another reason why you enjoyed his company. Trevor had set himself up on the second workspace, the two of you spreading out a little while the boss was away. 

“Hello. Lady and gentleman,” Walton’s voice shrill as he came up the stairs. The man was a never-ending ball of energy. You were positive you could do a month of night shooting and he still would come in chipper as if it was his first day. 

“Hey Walt,” Trevor said with a grin, it was hard not to be happy around the man.

“Excited for the weekend?” You ask as you drape him with a cape, popping off his sunglasses and grabbing his other glasses off the counter. As he rereads some lines. 

“I sure am. It feels like it’s been an extra long week.” He sighed, rubbing at his hazel eyes before grabbing a timbit. “These things are delicious, I am going to steal the whole box..” 

You slap playfully at his hand.“Hey now! Make sure I get a few” He gives you a crooked smile and holds one up. You don’t hesitate to lean forward and let him feed it to you. He swallows and looks up at you, as the realization dawns on you as to what you just did. 

“Well-Umm- Next week doesn’t look to bad,” Trevor pipes, shooting you a look, his voice squeaking slightly.

“This is true, just the three of us enjoying a few short days,” Walton says, you are desperately trying to move past what just happened as you grab a moisturizer and apply it gently. His eyes follow you.

“I can certainly say I will enjoy not having to drive all over the place.” You reply, trying not to let your cheeks flush. Reminding yourself sternly that you were a professional and for Pete’s sake you’d been working together for over a month now. 

“You have the craziest eyes.” He whispers as the two of you look at each other. There is no way of hiding the fact your cheeks are burning. Trevor graciously comes over and starts to fuss with his hair. 

“Thank you,” You reply, words caught in your throat. Turning to start packing your set bag, anything to hide the fact that you were bright red. You look up to see Trevor raising his eyebrows at you. You look away and finish things up before sending Walton off to set.

“What was that?” Trevor drawled as he slid into the chair, the look on his face made you want to crawl under the counter. 

“What was what?” You try to dismiss things even if your face is on fire. What the hell had just happened?

“He just fed you a damn donut hole and you are blushing all over Goggins?” Trevor pushes fiddling with a comb, and you really want to throw something at him. 

You freeze a bit and look up at him in the mirror. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what? See the fact that you two have been goggling over each other for the last four weeks. You just ate food out of his fingers. Wait what does he taste good?’

You do throw a powder puff at him. “You. You stop it. I don’t know what the hell I was doing. It just kind of happened.” 

Yes, you had noticed the little things, but really the man was friendly with everyone. He had always been touchy-feely, but maybe there had been more that you had missed, including eating food out of his fingers. You remember him kissing you on the cheek yesterday morning before leaving. But there couldn’t be anything there, there was nothing there you repeated to yourself. 

“Oh give me a break. He brings you coffee and touches, and kisses your cheek every day. The man has been fawning all over you.”

You bite your lip and turn to look at your colleague, ‘He does that with everyone, Trevor. He’s just friendly.”

You’re now madly stuffing stuff into your bag trying to get out of this newly warm trailer. Trevor snorts and puts his things into his bag. You wish he would drop it, but he was never good at leaving things alone. 

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart,” He giggles in an imitation Southern drawl. The two of you hop out of the trailer. You aren’t sure whether to smack him or hug him, either way, there is a job to be done. 

***

It was a textbook day, Walton had nailed almost everything. The man could act there was no doubt about that. The character was a belligerent drunk detective trying to solve a cold case. The script was dark, moody, and well horrible. You didn’t shy away from horror, but true crime always made your stomach flipflop. Your stomach also flipped as you watched Walton go from looking like he was gonna bite someone's head off, to all smiles and laughter. 

You, Trevor, and Walton are walking back to the trailer together. It was actually sunny out, a rare moment for the Pacific Northwest. Costumes had been busy with some extras so you decided to start with him and finish with the others. 

“So do you two have any plans for the weekend?” Walton asks, walking in between both of you.

“I think I might have a date on Saturday,” Trevor replied cheerfully. 

“Oooh and who's the lucky fella?” Walton sing-songed.

Trevor looked flush for a moment, “Decon, from props actually.”

Walton chuckles elbowing Trevor “Well that sounds like an excellent Saturday. Man is gonna have some fun.”

Trevor shakes their head and rolls his eyes “He better show or I am going to have to send you both after him”

Walton bares his teeth and growls, which send everyone into a fit of giggles. Decon be aware, there was a madman coming for you. You thought as you get to the trailer opening the door.

“And what about you, little lady,” Walton drawls, that damn southern accent creeping in. 

“Nothing special. Think sleep and Chinese food are calling my name.” You reply as everyone settles in. Really that would be the best way to end the weekend. 

“Oh, Chinese food sounds amazing.” Trevor pipes in, turning on some tunes. 

“Who needs sleep, it's not that important.” Walton chides as you get to work. “I was wondering if you both would like to come to a small bar not far from here. Transport can drive us there and back, a few of us are getting together for some drinks.”

You catch Trevor's gaze, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Oh, I would love that! Little get-together with our mess of a family.”

“What about you?” The lead asks, rubbing your arm. His hands are warm, you’re surprised to feel a few calluses on his fingers. 

“Oh. Yeah sure. That would be good.” You give a small smile, trying not to let your mind wander too far. If you were honest, the prospect of getting together with a bunch of coworkers was low on your want list. But the look on Trevor's face tells you that you aren't allowed to say no. Your stomach clenches as the memory of a wrap party gone wrong rumbles past your mind. You push that down. It had been almost seven years since that happened, these were different people. People you knew and trusted.

“Fantastic, I am excited to have you both there,” Walton exclaims before closing his eyes to let you finish your job. 

Once Walton is released to Costume, you and Trevor busy yourself with cleaning the trailer. Getting extras cleaned up and making sure everything is ready for the early morning come Monday. You can tell Trevor has been watching you but you can't make yourself say anything. Anxiety has pooled in your stomach like a cold stone and you are struggling to shake it.

“What's wrong?” Trevor asks bluntly sitting down in a free chair. You shake your head and keep your hands moving.

“Come on now. I've never seen you get this clammed up over an invitation to a party. To be fair I've actually never seen you go to a party–” Trevor’s words trail off realization washing over his face. “I know you like your peace, and quiet, but what is going on”

You collapse into the other chair with a deep sigh. Trying to find the words, you really didn't want to explain things too much. That said if there was anyone who'd understand it be Trevor.

“When I first got into the industry.” Your mouth feels so dry even at the thought of it. You grab your water bottle taking a swig.“I went to a wrap party. Got drunk and a guy from Sound took advantage of me. So I've never gone to one since.”

Trevor looks shocked, sadness creeping in at the words. “Hon.That is awful.”

“It happened almost a decade ago. It's fine. Just makes me nervous.” You let out a breath. You weren't going for sympathy, despite it being the worst night of your life, all you wanted was understanding.

Trevor comes over and gives you a big hug. You feel tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. As you let yourself sag against him. You were so thankful for this man, that he was understanding and seemed to care about you. 

“Honey, nothing like that is gonna happen to you tonight. We'll go together and enjoy ourselves. And if any man or woman tries to hurt you I will beat them with my handbag” Trevor reassures you with a small smile. You both chuckle at the last statement 

You sniffle a little, grabbing a tissue from the counter to dab at your eyes. “Thank you, Trevor”

He gives you a reassuring nod as you both get ready to go out. You were determined to make it a good night one way or another. 

Chapter three

Maybe.. maybe.. I will post the next chapter tomorrow cause I am too excited not to share it. Likes, comments, and reblogs are so greatly appreciated. Y'all keep this northern person happy.

[ky-yk]

cool with you (kzh x f!reader)

genre: fluff || word count: 878

author’s note: slowly but surely knocking my reqs in between writing and directing short films for school man i love my life, thank u again to anon for the request! 🫶

you loved august.

it was your girlfriend’s birth month, it was the month before your own birthday, and every weekend just happened to be a long one because of all the holidays. and as a student, you’d take any break you could get.

with a content sigh, you bent down to pick your remote up as you sat down, ready to settle in for the weekend— not before the ring of your doorbell could stop your ass from meeting the cushion of your couch, though. you winced at the sound, groaning as you got up, hoping that the person on the other side knew you’d rather be doing anything than opening the door for them.

looking through the peephole, though, all ounces of disdain for the stranger were replaced with surprise, confusion, and worry at the sight.

what is zuha doing here?

you opened the door to see your girlfriend, nakamura kazuha, in all her…glory?

you know the girl has a tiring job, but you’ve never seen her more exhausted than now. it was surprising enough that she could even stand on two feet, how much more make her way to your apartment?

eyes filled with worry, you opened your arms out to the idol, who only looked like a shell of her former self as she collapsed into you. you stumbled back, adjusting to the sudden weight change, before you steadied yourself and hugged her tighter.

“you alright, zuha-chan?”

you could barely make out her mumbling. “i’m sorry, what was that?”

“just tired,” she said as she burrowed further into you, nosing at your neck.

“alright, let’s get you settled,” you whispered as you walked backwards into your apartment, practically dragging the girl inside. as soon as you were both in, you reached out to close the door behind her.

it was a struggle trying to drag her near lifeless body across your apartment. after about five steps, you just about gave up and turned around to carry your girlfriend to your bedroom. you bent down to pick the girl up bridal style, scooping her up by the knees with one arm and your other arm resting on her back.

maneuvering around the room while making sure to bump into anything, you noted how your girlfriend’s head rested lifeless against your chest. peeking into her hoodie, you’d never seen your girlfriend this tranquil. you sighed — both in admiration and in worry.

she must be beat, huh? she’s out cold.

you struggled to turn the lights on while carrying kazuha, but you managed. once inside, you laid your girlfriend gently on your bed. you reached up to take her arms off your neck, which was simple enough.

it was leaving the room that was the hard part.

the second you pulled away, you were pulled right back into your girlfriend’s space.

seems about right.

your eyes widened and you let out a yelp at the sudden action. the girl had you in a death grip.

“don’t leave me,” she mumbled into your hair.

“zuha-chan, i have to turn off the lights…” you trailed off.

“do it tomorrow.”

“i’ll be quick, i promise,” you said, while trying to get out of her vice grip.

“i can’t sleep without my y/n-ie,” she whined in response.

you sighed at the girl’s antics. with a shake of your head, you relented. “alright, zuha-chan. scooch over,” you said.

“too tiring…”

yah, this girl… “how am i supposed to sleep, then?” you asked semi-incredulously.

“just sleep on me.”

well! “suit yourself, then,” you shrugged as you got up to lay on top of her.

kazuha let out a small yelp at the sudden weight on her chest, not expecting you to actually lay on top of her. she adjusted immediately, though, and wrapped her arms around your waist, your weight grounding her.

soon enough, the only things that filled the room were the sounds of her breathing evening out as well as the quiet hum of your air conditioner. you rested your chin on her chest as you looked up at your girlfriend. you’ve seen her all dolled up for her performances, her photoshoots, and even simple outings, but you think she’s never been more beautiful than in this moment: dressed in an oversized white hoodie, the hood pulled over her head, making her baby hairs fan out all over her face.

you reached up to brush some of the hairs out of the way, trailing your finger across her features right after. from her long eyelashes to the tip of her nose, all the way to her plump lips, you loved everything about the girl and wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment.

like she wasn’t exhausted idol nakamura kazuha, and you weren’t equally exhausted college student y/n l/n.

like you guys could just go out on normal dates out by the han river without the worry of someone taking photos of you guys without consent that’ll go viral the next day.

like you were just kazuha and y/n.

as you laid your head down on her heart, though, its steady beating reminded you that you’d choose to love kazuha in any lifetime. every lifetime.

“good night, zuha-chan,” you whispered into the night, wrapping your arms around her waist tighter.

[insomniac4000]

Hello! May I request a ff about chrizzMD where y/n participated in the 20v1 and everything kept going wrong for her but somehow she managed to win or something like that? Thank you very much x

I really enjoyed writing this. If anyone wants a sequel with their first date let me know

20vs1 ChrisMD

When Y/N saw the tweet that the one, the only ChrisMD was taking applications for a football themed 20v1 she immediately thought about entering. She had a following, it wasn't huge by any means, about 75k subscribers where she did book reviews and some travel to different destinations and attractions like odd museums, places off the beaten path. It was enough to make a living and that was enough for her, knowing not everyone achieves major success but she could do what she loved and paid the bills so she liked her life.

One of y/n's worst personality traits was her indecisiveness, she liked the thought of doing the video, it could be fun and of course she thought Chris was a very attractive man but on the other hand what if she made a fool out of herself? She went back and forth about this for days, it was her friends who eventually convinced her it would be a good opportunity. It was only when she had filled in the application and sent it off that she realised she was one day over the deadline.

“Fuck,” she said to herself when she read the line again and cursed her indecisiveness again. She pushed it all to the back of her mind however and once again just concentrated on her content, using a random number generator to chose the order of the five books she had just purchased to review.

To her surprise one day y/n received an email to the account she used for professional matters, when she looked at the address of the person who sent it her heartbeat quickened, she could feel it beating hard through her chest, it was from ChrisMD. She went to click on it quickly and in her haste clicked on the one wrong email at first, but she found the right link and read the words, trying to keep calm.

Dear y/n Thank you for your interest in the latest 20v1 video. We had more applications than we thought so firstly we would like to thank you for your patience while we went through them all. We didn’t expect the response we received and are sad we cannot have everyone in the video we would like to. However we would love to have you participate in the video, please respond to this email if you are free to film next week Thursday and we will give you further information and instructions. ChrisMD and his team.

The message was professional and a little cooperate but y/n had to real in her excitement, this was a video for content and Chris probably wasn’t truly looking for love in a video, then again who knows what would happen.

The day of the shoot y/n was incredibly nervous. She walked onto the pitch and met all of the other girls, Chris’s producer Jamie introduced himself to everyone and explained what was going to happen for the first round. The weather wasn’t great, it was grey and cloudy which wasn’t too unusual for London, everyone just hoped it wouldn’t start to rain.

“Oh my God there’s Chris!” A girl with an American accent enthusiastically shouted, y/n looked over and there was the small curly haired man, taking a seat next to Calfreezy and ArthurTV. Y/N had to admit that although she did find Chris attractive he was much, much more attractive in person than he was in photos, he seemed quite relaxed as he laughed at something Arthur had said. The girls were all lined up, y/n was firmly in the middle of the pack.

The first challenge was to go up and introduce yourself, you were to say a pick up line and then try and score a goal. Y/N watched on as she saw her fellow competitors go bye and soon enough it was her turn.

“Okay Chris next up this is y/n,” Jamie said off camera knowing this would be edited out of the video, the girl walked in front of the table and had a small nervous smile on her lips.

“Hello y/n how are you?” Chris asked smiling and nodding at the girl in front of him. She smiled and swept her hand through her high ponytail.

“I’m good how are you guys?” Her voice came out a little more high pitched than usual but at least it wasn’t shaky.

“Good thanks, so when you’re ready.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again wearing my Arsenal Jersey?” Y/N said, and Chris laughed a little bit, ArthurTV however wasn’t as impressed.

“Then why didn’t you just wear an Arsenal top?” The brunette asked, a confused yes slightly mischievous look on his face.

“Actually yeah!” Chris laughed along with his friend. Y/N looked down at her England top and panicked slightly, fumbling over her words.

“It’s the Euro’s I’m being patriotic,” she replied hurried.

“Fair enough, kick the ball when you’re ready.” Chris could tell the poor girl was really nervous, he had gone through all of the applications and knew a small bit about all of the girls there, he knew this wasn’t the usual type of content y/n was used to so understood her nerves, he wanted to make sure at least the girls all had a great time regardless. Y/N took a deep breath before running up to the ball, kicking it with her right foot she looked and put her hands on each of her cheeks when she saw it slam into the post on the right hand side.

“Unlucky! But you seem really sweet so I’m going to put you through to the next round,” Chris said, his hands clapped together in his usual way whenever he spoke in videos.

“Thanks!” Y/N replied and skipped a little when she went back to the waiting area to watch the rest of the girls.

The next segment was taking free kicks. Something y/n wasn’t looking forward to too much, she wasn’t much as footballer, she instead used to do dance and gymnastics when she was younger so the complete opposite end of the spectrum to football.

“Any tips?” Y/N as she placed the ball in the spot. “Just run up and follow through with your foot, like one swift movement,” Chris coached y/n nodded before muttering to herself. “I’m going to hit someone,” when the eventual video was released this utterance was clipped three times, which could only mean that her foresight was unfortunately correct. She had a good run up but looked in horror as the ball span and landed straight into Arthur’s face.

“OH MY GOD I AM SO SO SORRY!!!!” Y/N exclaimed through her hands which were over her mouth in shock. Both Chris and Freezy of course found this hilarious and Chris couldn’t stop laughing at the sight of his friend now rolling around on the floor.

“I am really am sorry,” the girl said over and over again as she walked over to the injured party.

“That was amazing, for nearly decapitating ArthurTV you’re through,” Chris stated clapping his hands in amusement.

“This is going to go on the shorts channel isn’t it?” Y/N replied blushing as she walked away, causing further laughs from Chris and Freezy. Round three was a talent round. Instead of doing something she did usually y/n decided to learn a new skill, she had spent hours and hours learning to juggle.

“Oh no she’s got more boys, quick everyone duck!” Arthur joked when y/n walked up.

“I’ll stand far away enough so no one should get hurt this time,” the girl explained. She started off well, juggling the three red balls with ease, that was until she dropped them, cursing as she did.

“At least I didn’t hit anyone this time,” she said sheepishly.

“You know what, I’m going to put you through to the final round,” Chris said with a smug smile on his face, y/n was as shocked as anyone and thanked Chris before calming herself. The last portion was a chat with Chris, Arthur and Cal. Y/N sat down saying hello again.

“So, you hit the bar, hit Arthur in the face, dropped your balls and you’re still here,” Cal started off the conversation.

“I know I can’t believe it!”

“He must really want to shag you,” Arthur added and the girl sat there open mouthed and Chris places his head in his head.

“Fuck sake,” the curly haired man uttered.

“I have had a shocker though, and I was late getting my application in. I must seem really scatty but I promise I’m organised,” y/n defended herself and Chris nodded.

“Give me some book recommendations,” Chris asked looking into y/n’s eyes. They were green with flakes of brown throughout, Chris loved how unique they looked.

“The ministry of time is a great escapism if that’s the kind of thing you’re looking for,”

“I am always looking to escape the intrusive thoughts,” Chris revealed and y/n couldn’t help but agree while feeling her heart a little.

“I get that too, but books are a great escape.” The talk they had wasn’t too humorous but it was deep and real and meaningful, as much as a five minute conversation could be. The final girls lines up, the three hosts looking over towards the two finalists. Chris had his hands clasped together as he faced the women.

“Well it’s been a fierce competition and you both did amazingly well but my winner and unfortunately a date with me is, y/n! congratulations!” Y/N smiled in shock and hugged her opponent. She ten made her way over to Chris and for the video they held hands and looked back towards the camera but both y/n and Chris felt a little thump when their hands intertwined. After the shoot y/n held back at Chris’s request, he had his phone in his hand and a sweet smile on his face.

“Thank you so much for coming. I know it was a video but if you did want to go on that date for real then I’ll be happy to,” Chris asked a little shaky. Y/N smiled and nodded.

“I’d love to.”

[korn-official]

The Kerrang! Challenge starring Jonathan Davis & Munky!

This weeks contestants are:

Name: Jonathan Davis and James 'Munky' Shaffer

Occupation: Tortured singer and guitar-mangler & Kerrang! stage headliners, KORN!

Specialist Subject: Clowns, blindness, and obscenities.

**

1. What is BSE most commonly known as?

James: "is it a European thing? Oh great."

Jonathan: "Mad Cow's Disease?"

James: "Yessss!!!! Good guess, man!”

Jonathan: "I'm a vegetarian now, and BSE was one of the reasons I stopped eating meat. It freaks me out. I don't want my fucking brains running out my nose."

2.On entering the EEC, how many cigarrettes can you bring with you?

Jonathan: "Oh, man, What the fuck is it? Three?"

James: "Remember being on the boat at Dover, and there were all these guys with cartons? I'm gonna say 30 cartons."

Jonathan: "We'll say five cartons."

Kerrang!: "It's 'chokey' for you, then."

3.How many installments of "Childern of the Corn" have there been?

Jonathan: "Three. The first one's the dopest, the second one was kind of cheesy, and the third one I didn't see. Bet it sucks."

4. Who won the Euro 96 competition?

James: "Nobody in the band's into sports"

Jonathan: "What is Euro 96?"

James: "Just pick one."

Jonathan: "Norway."

5.name Slayer's second album.

James: "There was Reign in Blood, then ...."

Jonathan: "Seasons in the Abyss, maybe.."

James: "We'll say South of Heaven"

Kerrang!: "It was Hell Awaits.”

(The duo scream with the embarrassment of it all.)

Jonathan: "Fuck, I knew that song. Play it backwards and it goes, "Join Us", I liked it."

James: "Sicko.”

6. Name Keanu Reeve's rock band.

James: "I saw them on The David Letterman Show.”

Jonathan: "Er, we’re gonna suck…”

Kerrang!: "not as badly as Dogstar."

7. Who plays Quentin Tarantino's brother in From Dusk Till Dawn?

Jonathan: "Haven't seen it. Bruce Willis?"

James: "Boris Karloff."

8. What was the first single from Bon Jovi's keep the faith album?

James: "Keep the faith, that was it. Oh fuckk, I should have got that wrong. Oh no..."

Jonathan: "You fucking rocker!”

9. What is maize more commonly known as?

Jonathan: "Corn, we use Maize as a dummy name when we do warm-up shows."

10. As a result of losing her royal title, how much money has princess Diana been given?

Jonathan: "Was it 43 million pounds?"

Kerrang!: "No, she's not that important."

Jonathan: "I heard a story that when Diana and Prince Charles went anywhere, people had to build a toilet. Then the toilet seat got sent back to the Royal Family, so no one could ever sit on it. The whole monarchy's fucked."

11. Who directed the Italian horror film "tenebrae"?

Jonathan: "Oh, Fellini?

Kerrang!: "No."

Jonathan: "Fellini is the only italian director we know."

12. What is 15 percent of 400?

James: "Oh, man, mathematics."

Jonathan: "Okay, 10 percent will be 40 bucks, is it 45?"

13. What colour is London's Central tube line?

James: "Lime green.“

Jonathan: "I wasn't down there. so I can't tell you. We suck. How many have we got - two?"

14. Which band's second album is named "Ignition"?

James: "Ah, Offspring."

Jonathan: "They're from Huntington Beach, where we started the band. They're cool, but I'm not into that music at all. Noodles is a really nice guy, although he seems to be full of himself."

15. Who played the photo-journalist in "Apocalypse Now"?

Jonathan: "Dennis Hopper. He is in my favourite movie, 'Blue Velvet'. I wish I could live 'Blue Velvet'."

16. Whereabouts would you find the human tragus?

Jonathan: "That's a hard one…I'd say the face. Fuck, it's the head. Is it a bone? The ear. Morturary College comes in handy again."

17. Which rap band sampled a riff from Slayer's Angel of Death?

James: "Public Enemy, 'She Watch Channel Zero?!'. When we were 18, we used to play that in the recording studio."

18. Name the four horeseman of the apocalypse.

James: "Martin Sheen, Marlon Brando, Dennis Hopper"

Jonathan: "There's the white horse, the brown one..."

19. Which comedian recorded a live album and vidoe called 'no cure for cancer'?

James: "Denis Leary. He's raw, man. He's hosting a new comedy over here, called 'London Underground' or something.”

20. What are the ingredients of a good bloody mary?

James: “Vodka, tomato juice, celery, tabasco, and a dash of pepper."

Jonathan: "Worcester sauce and maybe some long green beans. They're great for a hangover, and on a plane too. I don't know why, but God they're good."

21. What do the opposite sides of a dice total?

Jonathan: "Seven, I know that from shootin craps."

Kerrang!: "Isn't that a tad messy? Boom ching, I thank you."

22. Spell the word enema.

Jonathan: "E-N...There's a 'Y' in it. fuck it. E-N-Y-M-A."

23. if a Londoner said that they were going to "up the apples and pears", what would they mean they are doing?

Jonathan: "Fucking— drinking? We have no clue.“

Kerrang!: "Up the stairs."

Jonathan: "Okay, I've gotta remember that. 'I'm going up the apples and pears, man.'"

24. How many centimeters are there in a foot?

James: "A hundred?"

25. Which is the correct saying: the yolk of an egg is white, or the yolk of an egg are white?

Jonathan: "The yolk of an egg is white, no?"

Kerrang!: "It's yellow.”

James: "Oh, man. that's like 'which is heavier, a pound of rocks or a pound of feathers?'. That is cool."

[queseraone]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by the fabulous @cfr749. Please go read her fics and join me in screeching over them!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 28

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 103,520

3. What fandoms do you write for? The Rookie (Chenford), and previously for Chicago PD (Linstead)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - stay - i want you to be happier - i don't wanna think of anything else (now that i thought of you) - all at once this is enough - now everything is easy (cause of you)

5. Do you respond to comments? I didn't when I first started posting fics (though I often think about going back and replying to them now, but that would probably be weird lol). But yes, now I definitely respond to comments. I am absolutely giddy over every single one I receive, and so I love to express that appreciation!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmmmm I don't think any of them? I tend to leave even the angstiest fics on a hopeful note. But I suppose either just close your eyes (you'll be alright) or you know the greatest films of all time were never made just because of where they land in relation to the events of the show?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably in paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams, because, hello, 💍

8. Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully I have only seen positive feedback, which is so so lovely. This fandom is wonderful 💖

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do not, because I'm too chicken. Maybe one day? (iykyk)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No. I can't stand crossover fics. 😬

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Not by me!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! My babe @timandlucy and I have a collab that we started a while ago and have recently talked about picking up again! And we have an idea for another one brewing too! And @makeitastrength and I have on that's sitting on the backburner, but hopefully we will make happen!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Chenford!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I want to say none because I'm way too fucking stubborn to give up on anything. But *sigh* Home... 😬😬😬😬😬 (it's been 5½ years, so it's not looking particularly hopeful)

16. What are your writing strengths? Oh man, I don't know? I hope I do a decent enough job of getting their voices right? Dialogue is often a battle, but that's probably because of how insane particular I am. I will say things out loud, play around with words, etc. to make sure it really feels like something they would say.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Being too indecisive and my lack of confidence (which, frankly, go hand in hand).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I haven't done it, but I would definitely be looking to lean on a native speaker to ensure I do it correctly!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Chicago PD (Linstead)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? So hard, but i want you to be happier has a special place in my heart. It was a challenge to write, but the words still came so easily. And when I go back and re-read it, I don't cringe, so that's a win right there!

Thanks Lana! 🥰

Tagging @timandlucy @roguetwelve @makeitastrength @silverskull @goodgirlssayiloveyoutoo @chenfordspiral @sisterofficerlucychen @thisnightissparkling089 💕

[yeyinde]

thank you for tagging me @cordeliawhohung and @vanderilnde ! i'm tagging @ivymarquis @cosmicpro @when-pigsfly @eilidh-eternal @ethereal-night-fairy and anyone else who wants to participate!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 40

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 692,024

3. What fandoms do you write for? cod right now. slashers. predator. six. i have planned fics for John Wick, JJK, RDR2, Far Cry 5, Top Gun. nothing really put me in the same horrifying chokehold as cod, though.

4. Top five by kudos body electric, baby, (don't) fear the reaper, riptide, in undertow, past and pending

5. Do you respond to comments? i try to. i just never know what to say.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i don't really do angsty endings, but probs down to the marrow. it was meant to be read as an "oh, no..." sorta fic. on the flipside since it's in Soap's pov.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ahhhhhhh. when your need grows teeth? i think those two freaks got exactly what they wanted lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics? sometimes. rarely on AO3. mostly just asks on tumblr. and almost always about my prose as if i wasn't writing exclusively from Giovanni's room lmao or my use of rare/big words. getting Purple Prose Queen was a highlight, though.

9. Do you write smut? i've been known to dabble

10. Craziest crossover. i took at stab at Joe "Bear" Graves x Reader x John Price because of an ask once. it was never posted because i got bored editing it so it'll rot in my "stuff i am too lazy to fix and post" folder forever. but other than that, idk. i prefer aus.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur. it sounds fun, though.

14. All time favorite ship? hard to pick, but probs Brittany/Santana. or Spider-Man/Deadpool. Icarus/Apollo. Iwaizumi Hajime x ME!!!! Ulquiorra/Orihime. Stiles/Peter. most recently, Reylo. Itadori/Sukuna.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? it's called: freefall :/

16. What are your writing strengths? flow. i used to go to a lot of poetry readings/open mic nights and think i developed a pretty solid feel for how to make things flow nicely. pacing and direction (i take a lot of inspo from my favourite directors and try to add elements of their films/style into my writing). ignoring grammar/punctuation. experimenting. trickery/masking. sneaking animism and anthropomorphism into my writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? god. a lot. punctuation. grammar. overuse of metaphors. big words. misusing words. dialogue. action. brevity. consistency. tone. characterisation. my stuff tends to meander, i find.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? no real opinion, tbh.

19. First fandom you wrote in? mythology. i wrote an ungodly amount of Hades/Persephone from 12-14.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? uhhhhhhhhhh. sea fever. baby, (don't) fear the reaper.

[redfurrycat]

🐓🤠Hangster Fic-on-Tumblr Recs🤠🐓

🐓🤠Hangster Goodies to Read! 🐓🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Tumblr Authors: allbark-no-bite, film-in-my-soul, green-socks, hangster-hangout, icemavs, natashatrace, norabrice1701, ravens-words, semperhuggs, tgmsunmontue, the-sun-and-the-sky.

(Use this post to let me know about your works, it’s easier for me to keep track!)

(Reminder to come here in case Our Beloved is Down.

*True Story of why I wanted to do this specific recs list*)

TGMSUNMONTUE (AO3 – SunMonTue)

Tgmsunmontue’s Masterlist, including:

Another Time ➡️ 14 Chapters | M | BodySwap | Jake wakes up in Rooster's body ~30 hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently.

Bird on a Wire ➡️ 3 Chapters | E | Meet-cute | Jake tries to make a good impression on one of the servers at a restaurant. Except he turns out to be the head chef. Who in turn tries make a good impression. Their families try and help.

He remembers ➡️ 1 Chapter | Bradley remembers key points in his life as he faces starting at the USNA. IceMav feels.

It's all academic darlin' ➡️ 9 Chapters | E | Academic Professor AU | Bradley is a professor but living his best well-adjusted life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again.

Lonely Nights ➡️ 4 Chapters | E | Smut | Rooster really needs to get laid.                                                                                       

ICEMAVS (Ao3 – Sreshaw)

Avery’s Masterlist, including:

Planes, trains, and gay people ➡️ 3 Chapters | E | Planes, Trains, and Automobiles AU | Bradley just wanted to get home for Thanksgiving to see him mom and uncles. What he ended up with was three days with a hot stranger who happened to annoy the shit out of him.

Springsteen ➡️ 2 Chapters | M | High School | Bradley Bradshaw has to pick up and move from San Diego, California, with his not-dad Pete "Maverick" Mitchell to Corpus Christi, Texas. He's not upset about it, but he doesn't expect to fall hard for a boy he meets there.

Whiskey and Rye ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | Only One Bed | The Dagger Crew got turned into a real-deal instructor squadron after the mission. They get sent on missions and demos to teach new pilots how to do what they do. On this trip to Florida, the WSOs are staying with their pilots, but Jake and Bradley, since they are WSO-less, have to room together. And the hotel fucked up.

NORABRICE1701 (Ao3 – MidnightBlast)

Twist My Heart ➡️ 6 Chapters | Twister AU | E | The hope of anything with Jake is a fool’s hope. Bradley has understood that from the first minute Jake waltzed into the lab with his dazzlingly brilliant smile, sun-kissed skin, and grass-green eyes gleaming with dangerous red flags. Yet still Bradley let the man get under his skin, burrow in his chest, and take root in his heart. 

GREEN-SOCKS (Ao3 – Aprilfoolish)

(Do You) Share My Affection ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | Bradley and Jake end up on a date with each other through an anonymous dating app (because they are just a little bit idiots about each other). The date is the wakeup call they needed.

RAVENS-WORDS (Ao3 – Ravens_Words)

been you all along ➡️ 5 Chapters | T | Kid Fic | Somehow, in a truly horrifying twist of fate, Bradley's mortal enemy became his daughter's favorite person. Or, Five times Jake was his daughter's favorite person, and the one time he was Bradley's too. (🐈 Note: +1 on Ao3!)

THE-SUN-AND-THE-SKY

The Joke's On You ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | In which Hangman makes a joke and Rooster takes it literally.

FILM-IN-MY-SOUL (Ao3 – ReformedTsundere)

Ficlet Bingo Soulmates ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | The time between getting shot down and reuniting with Maverick, Rooster isn’t alone. First Kiss ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | The night before the rest of Bradley’s life he gets pretty drunk and a little lucky. Whump ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | Jake is hurt. But it’s alright. Bradley is there. A/B/O ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | Between waves of Jake’s heat, he and Bradley have a domestic moment. Epistolary ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | In a box, there lives two letters that the writers never want read.

NSFW Alphabet S = Stamina ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | The thing is, Jake hadn't really thought Bradley was serious when they'd made The Bet. He'd laughed when Bradley had stated his terms ( "I want to fuck you til sun up.") It had sounded like a cheesy line, like he'd never left that pre-twenties stage of sex-based hubris. And then Jake had lost. Y = Yearning ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | He’s paying the piper for the gift he’d been given: shockingly easy submission, a slack, wet mouth, a freely offered place to rest his need and have it soothed with tongue and sex.

HANGSTER-HANGOUT

The Love Chicken ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | My dad said he knew my mom was the one over a bottle of wine and the best roast chicken he ever had.” “And now you’re making it for Hangman. So he can figure out that you’re the one.” “Something like that.” Bradley cooks for Jake. It goes even better than expected. 

NATASHATRACE (Ao3 – crueltether)

first I love you/bronco conversations under the stars ➡️ 1 Chapter

daily create challenge (2/365) ➡️ 1 Chapter | something something Jake thrives in chaos but craves peace, something something Bradley thrives in peace but craves chaos

Restraint ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | Smut | “What was it you said, Jake? Something about being snug on my perch?”

ALLBARK-NO-BITE

mr. iceman, sir ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | they called him Iceman for a couple of reasons. Jake is sweating under his stare. a snippet of Jake asking Ice to marry Bradley

SEMPERHUGGS (Ao3 – Semeprhuggs)

Slider's Matchmaking Again? ➡️ 3 Chapters | Present day Christmas with the Daggers and the Flyboys.

Proposal ➡️ 1 Chapter

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC interview

Thanks @theelfauthor here!

Rules: answer the questions in the perspective of an OC!

I think I'll do Akash!

Are you named after anyone?

“Nope. Well, at least, not that I know of, but I don't think so.... Maybe there might've been a distant relative named Akash or something that I've never met, or maybe my parents knew someone named Akash when they were young and thought it was a cool name of something. I dunno, I don't think so, at least as far as I know.”

When was the last time you cried?

“Hahaha... It was...last night, actually, but it's not MY FAULT that it was Carla's turn to pick the movie and she picked the most heart wrenching film I've ever seen in my life!”

Do you have kids?

“... Dude. I'm fourteen.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“Not really. I kinda just call things as they are, and sometimes I'll throw in a joke or something.”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“I literally have no idea. I think I just kinda see all of them at once. Not, like, in a deep way or anything. I just don't think I really focus on a specific detail. I guess... hair? I usually notice if someone's hair is better than mine, but that's a low bar.”

What’s your eye colour?

“What do you think? *Blinks slowly* Lovely lovely brown.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Sorry, I like happy endings. I scare super easy, and Robbie doesn't let me live it down. But he screams more. I flinch at everything, but on the bigger moments, Robbie is a total wuss. But yeah, happy endings. Sometimes they make me cry, I'm not ashamed.”

Any special talents?

“My middle school choir teacher said I have a good range. I hope that counts. I'm also good at making music playlists. I know how to cook, but I'm nowhere near Noelle's level. Um. I also am decent at pencil doodles, haha. If dragons, mainly. Uh... I... I'm not sure, what can I do? I can... tolerate a bad hair day? Ish. Man, why is this so hard?”

Where were you born?

“I think India, I was told India, but this whole Alium thing makes things very confusing.”

Do you have any pets?

“No, and that sucks! I want a cat.”

What sort of sports do you play?

*bursts out laughing* “No, no, okay, okay... I like watching sports, not playing. I've held the balls before -- NO NO NO NO the sports ball things, I've held those, but I don't play. I love watching baseball, though. Robbie thinks it takes too long, but he always sits next to me and gets the soda and hotdogs and popcorn.”

How tall are you?

“Five-foot-seven, which is an inch above Robbie. And no, I don't let him hear the end of that.”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“English and choir.”

What is your dream job?

“Woah, I've not that far ahead. Uh... No idea. Well, maybe an idea. School wasn't, like, awful, but it was a struggle for me. I think that if I became a teacher, I could make it better for kids like me, y'know? I'd like to give them things I never got.”

Other Akash: OC in three, OC in fifteen, Picrew, kiss, two truths and a lie, questionnaire one, questionnaire two

Other interviews: Wade, Jazlyn, Gwen, Lexi, Carla, Carmen, Maddie, Liam, Ash, Rose

Tagging @sarandipitywrites @dyrewrites @oh-no-another-idea @diabolical-blue @kaseylynnwriting

+ ANYONE ELSE

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TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

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Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

[moni-logues]

A Fine Line Bonus 1

The first A Fine Line bonus chapter!!!!

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: just fluff, love that for them

Word count: 6.4k

Content: no real warnings for this one. A mention of cum and a penis, that's basically it.

A/N: FFS I have written this post out twice and then accidentally deleted it all so I fucking give up lol it's here and it's unbeta'd and I hope I'm back, baby!!!

Epilogue 4 | Masterlist | Bonus Chapter 2

Bonus Chapter 1 - Fear and the First Date

“Does this mean I can ask you out now?” he asked as his hand trailed lightly up and down your back. It had barely been five minutes. You were still sitting on him, soft and sticky and sated.

You lifted your head from his chest and looked at him, perplexed.

“What do you mean?”

“On a date,” he said, as though it were obvious.

“A date?”

“Yes, a date.” Slower now, like you were stupid. “Like dinner and a film, or we can go to a museum, or I don’t know, fucking bowling or something. You know, a date.”

You did know. You knew what a date was. You just didn’t know you were going to go on them. You’d sort of already skipped that part, you thought. Weren’t you past the dating part now? You couldn’t picture it: sitting across the table from him, in some restaurant, some expensive, pretentious restaurant he would take you to. Just you and him, looking at each other, saying what? It wasn’t as if you hadn’t had conversations with him. But a date? Were you going to go on a first date with a man who already knew what you looked like naked, how you sounded when you writhed underneath him? A man whose soft cock was still inside you, whose cum was drying down his length? A man you’d been living with for the better part of a year? Did that make sense?

“Just so you know, you have to say yes.”

You pressed your face into the crook of his neck. Half of you felt that fluttery kind of excitement that you supposed you should feel when asked out on a date. The other half of you felt blind panic. It wasn’t so much about whether or not you wanted to, but whether or not you thought you even could.

Namjoon prodded you lightly in the side with a finger.

“Look, I get it.” His voice was soft and quiet. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want. But you picked this, right? You want this? I said this—this-”he gestured to the two of you there, naked, entangled, “this matters to me. It means something to me. You said it did to you, too. I get it if you feel like running away. But... You can’t actually run away.”

He sounded calm; he spoke evenly, slowly, but you could feel his heart in his chest, could feel him heat, flush, could feel him swallow when he’d finished talking.

You hadn’t forgotten what you’d said. It did mean something to you. Too much. You had made the decision and you had thought that was the hard part. They said it would be easy; you just did it; you just let someone into your life and that was that. You had believed them. You had said yes. But now you were here, having to say it again. The alarm bells ringing in your head telling you to evacuate, to cut and run, to quit while you were ahead, to not expose yourself to that kind of hurt.

The kind of hurt that Namjoon was exposing himself to. Had repeatedly exposed himself to. For you. Because he wanted to be with you.

It hit you again, the realisation that he has feelings. He was nervous. Nervously kind of joking about you running away, bailing on him. Nervously kind of not joking, reminding you of your words, holding you to them. You were awash with guilt and shame because you had to realise this, again, that he had feelings, too. You were so wrapped up in yourself that you had to be reminded of it. It made you wonder why he wanted you. It made you think about him saying he had terrible taste in women. It made you feel, in a small, quiet way, that he still did, that you would be another of his mistakes. You decided then and there not to be.

“I’m not running away,” you replied quietly. “It does matter to me.”

It wasn’t easy. You had to accept that maybe it wasn’t going to be easy, at least not yet. But you had to try. You owed it to yourself. You owed it to him.

“Good.”

He turned his face into yours, nudged your nose, and made you look at him.

“It’s ok, you know,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “It’s going to be ok.”

“How do you know?”

He kissed you then, cupped the back of your head to bring you closer, to press his lips to yours.

“I don’t know.”

“Then how can you say that?”

“Not everything has to end in disaster. Even if it has every single time you’ve tried before. Maybe this time, it will go right.”

“That sounds like the definition of insanity.”

He huffed a small laugh, a little exhale blown over your face.

“Well maybe you make me crazy, huh?”

*

“You’re nervous!”

“Yes! Of course, I’m nervous! You don’t have to sound so fucking happy about it!”

“But it’s sweet! It shows you care; it’s nice.”

“No, it’s not!” you cried down the phone. “It’s horrible and I hate it and I don’t know what to do! Honestly, it makes me want to take everything back and just run away.”

“You’re not going to do that,” Lina replied and you thought you heard a hint of a warning tone in her voice. You tried not to let it get your back up.

“Obviously I’m not! God, I’m fucking trying, ok? But this is stressful! How, how do people do it? Date? DATE?! I mean... We haven’t even-” You paused in your pacing, mid-step, mouth open. “We haven’t- we literally have not spent any time together outside the four walls of this apartment.”

Lina was quiet on the other end, as if running through her own memories to confirm.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“YES, and it’s weird! And scary! And like- god, is dating always this stressful?”

“You’re talking to a woman who met her husband at 18. I have no idea.”

“Fair point.”

“Also, your situation isn’t exactly normal-”

“Which makes it worse! How do you go on a first date with someone you live with? When you’ve already fucked them a million times?!”

“You may be overthinking it.”

Of course, you were overthinking it. You had gone from trying not to think about Namjoon at all to thinking of nothing else. But not like before, when you thought about him fucking you, thought about unravelling—you and him alike—thought about all the things he’d done to you and the things he would do again. Now it was just him. His hands. His dimples. The softness in his gaze when he looked at you sometimes.

It was terrifying. The idea of him, of you, of the two of you. There were parts of you resisting, still; you were aware of them all the time. They made you want to flinch when he reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear. They made you stew in your bed at night, unable to sleep, telling yourself that it was never going to work out, that it was time to cut your losses, to get out while the getting was good. It had been only days since he asked you out, since you had finally said yes to this, but they had somehow stretched into lifetimes, each lasting longer than the previous and every hour more stressful than the last. You should have been eagerly anticipating this date. You were dreading it.

But there you were, dressed and sweaty and panicking, waiting for him to pick you up, convinced it wouldn’t work out, he wouldn’t want you, the world would see you together and utter a swift, definite ‘no’.

“He’s coming to pick me up; did I tell you that? What’s he going to do, buzz at the door as if he doesn’t know the codes? Pretend it’s not his apartment he’s coming to?”

You swore you heard Lina sigh dreamily.

“He’s romantic.”

“You know how long it’s been since I’ve been romanced? I don’t know how to do this.”

“You’ll learn. Just let it happen. Stop resisting it.”

“I’ve been resisting for so lon-”

“Exactly. Stop. Follow his lead. Trust him.”

“You say that like it’s so easy.”

“It’s not easy, but it’s necessary if you want to-”

“I know, I know. I don’t need a lecture.”

“Sorry.”

You sighed this time.

“No, sorry, I’m just-”

You heard the doorbell ring and froze. He was here. Fuck.

“He’s at the door. He’s standing outside the door of his own apartment, waiting for me to open it. “

“Well don’t leave him waiting! Go on! Have fun! Make good choices!”

You rang off and smoothed down your dress—or wiped your sweaty palms all over it, one or the other. You walked slowly to the door and slipped your shoes on before opening it.

You hadn’t stopped being bowled over by the fact of him, the physical reality of his being. That he was so tall and so handsome in his crisp, white shirt with his too-short hair and his eyes that always saw right through you. The power of him hadn’t diminished at all: the way he made your heart flutter, and your pulse race. It was, in fact, stronger now than ever. You were going down so, so badly.

His cheeks dimpled as a smile spread across his face when he saw you.

“Hello, beautiful.”

You blushed, tight-lipped, and tried to accept the compliment graciously. It was still new to you.

“I’m ready to go,” you said and he nodded back at you with a scrunched-nose smile.

“Tell me,” he began as you shut the door and walked together down the hall. “Do you hold hands on a first date?”

You looked at him, shy and embarrassed all over, and he looked a little the same.

“I, uh, I don’t know?” You laughed awkwardly. “I haven’t been on a first date for... a while, a long while... Do you?”

There was a pause that went on a little too long and felt a little too strained. You couldn’t believe you might have already put your foot in it; you’d only been on the date twenty seconds! Then he said,

“What about Hoseok?”

You almost stopped in your tracks, your steps falling out of rhythm with his, and when you looked at him, he only glanced over and then away again.

“Uh, well, I... It wasn’t really, we didn’t. It wasn’t like, dating. We weren’t dating. We didn’t- it wasn’t. We didn’t do... dates.”

“Oh. Right.”

You didn’t know if it was the wrong answer or the right one. It was the honest one.

“Well,” he said, taking your hand in his. “I do hold hands on a first date.”

He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze and you felt your knees tremble.

*

Namjoon was good at this. Dating. Sitting across from you in a restaurant, eating, drinking, talking, smiling at you and joking with you and being so unutterably charming, you almost couldn’t believe it was the same man who had routinely pinned you up against a wall and fucked you so hard you couldn’t breathe.

You had sat down, stiff and self-conscious, all too aware of the tables on either side of you, the couples sitting there, over-hearing you—listening to you? It didn’t matter if they did; you wouldn’t be saying anything salacious, but you felt so exposed, sitting there so publicly, announcing to the world that you were trying to get this man to like you, a man so much better than you were on every measure. You assumed everyone could see right through you, see who and what you were, see that he would be better off without you.

It made you stupid. You felt embarrassed and conspicuous and it was so distracting that you kept forgetting to listen to Namjoon when he spoke. Your leg bounced under the table incessantly; your eyes were darting about, scanning the restaurant behind him, looking for people looking at you, talking about you. As if you had never been out in public before now. As if there was something so strange and unusual about a woman being on a date with a man.

Though it was strange and unusual for you. Was it strange and unusual for Namjoon, too?

He wasn’t acting like it. He was talking to you as if you were the only person in the restaurant. He didn’t notice when the woman next to him almost spilt her glass of red wine on herself. He was sitting with his back to the restaurant so he didn’t see every person, couple, and group come and go. He just kept his focus on you. Always looking at you, seeing through you. You had no idea what he saw.

“Are you listening?” he asked.

“Oh yes! Sorry, no, what did you say?”

He laughed and turned to glance over his shoulder.

“Looking for better options?”

“No! No, of course not. Sorry, I just...”

How could he understand? Sitting there so comfortably, so confident, so at ease in himself. You couldn’t sit there and tell him you were nervous, that you were so nervous, you couldn’t concentrate. You thought of all the differences between you, wondered how this could ever work. He was ready to receive the world and you had nothing to give.

He interrupted your thoughts with a hand over yours.

“You’re not having fun.”

He wasn’t asking.

“No, I am! I...”

“It’s ok.”

You caught the guarded disappointment in his eyes and wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Then he stood and offered you a tight smile before walking towards a waiter. He gestured to your table as he spoke and, when the waiter moved off, he didn’t come back to, but went to the counter. He took out his wallet and paid for the dinner you had only just started.

Was it over?

A different waiter approached the table and took your almost-full plates away and you were trying not to cry when Namjoon returned.

“Here-” he shared the last of the wine from the bottle between your two glasses. “Drink up!”

You took the glass on autopilot and gulped at the wine. You didn’t want to ask what was happening. You would put this off as long as you could. If it was over already, if you’d messed it up before it had even had a chance to begin, you were going to make him do it. End it. Dump you? Does it even count as dumping if it’s only your first date? And where would you live? Where would you go? What would you do? It would be the final nail, the last straw. You would ship yourself off to the outback and live alone where no one else could be hurt by you, where you couldn’t get anything wrong.

A waiter approached with a bag of packaged-up food and Namjoon stood again, extending his hand to you. You took it and he led you out of the restaurant. You had somehow missed the moment he ordered the taxi, but it was there, just outside, waiting for you; Namjoon opened the door for you to slide in.

“Where are we going?” you asked, quietly, when he sat down beside you.

“Home.”

“Oh.”

With the bag of food wedged securely on the floor between his feet, he took your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. You didn’t know what that meant. Maybe he was just waiting until you were back in the privacy of your home. The backseat of a taxi was no place for it and he was a considerate guy, after all.

He kept hold of your hand the whole way home. He also kept quiet. So did you. As you slipped your shoes off in the hallway, he gently told you to go and sit at the table. You followed the direction without protest. You took your phone with you and furiously tapped out message after message to Lina, filling her in and pleading for help.

You: what does this mean?

You: I don’t know what he’s doing.

You: should I ask?

You: do I help? I can’t even bring myself to look!

You: what do I say to him? How do I know what to do?

You: tell me what to do!! I’ll actually do it!

Namjoon was clattering about in the kitchen; you were doing your best to ignore him. You had buried your head in the sand and ignored the truth for long enough; you’d had the practice; you’d wait for him to break through, pull you out, then maybe kick you out.

Lina was not replying.

“Here.”

Namjoon placed a steaming plate of pasta in front of you—the very one you had ordered at the restaurant—and he placed his own dish opposite you. He returned to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Ok, well,” he called, “there’s half a bottle of white-” he grabbed it and then opened a cupboard to the left “-and a whole bottle of red, but I’m pretty sure this is the red Taehyung got me and it’s completely undrinkable. What do you reckon?”

“Uh... I guess... both?”

He laughed—it was almost a cackle—and brought them both over to the table with a pair of glasses. He poured the white wine out, two big glasses, emptying the bottle, and lifted his, gently clinking it against yours.

“To Date One version 2.0.”

“Oh,” you replied. “So... we’re still on a date?”

“Yeah!”

“But here?”

“Yeah!”

Namjoon hesitated then put down his wine glass with a quiet thunk. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table for a second and then spoke.

“Look... I want you to enjoy this date. You were not enjoying it at the restaurant. And I’m trying not to take it really personally that you don’t want to be seen with m-”

“No!” You flung a hand out to grab his; his fingers, still dancing on the tabletop, stilled. “I don’t... I don’t want you to be seen with me.” You had to pause, take a deep breath. You owed him what you were feeling because you had made him feel bad. He was, as ever, being honest with you and letting you in and you had said you were going to try. You had said you were going to do this. Practice makes perfect. No time like the present.

“I felt so embarrassed because it felt like everyone was looking at me, or us, looking at you and wondering what the hell you were doing with me... Because I still don’t... I don’t get it. I feel like a mistake.”

“You feel like a mistake?”

“Yes, I feel like I’m going to be a mistake for you. Another one.”

Namjoon almost chuckled but only almost.

“Because I have terrible taste in women.”

“Yes.”

He sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, I guess it was my fault for saying that. Maybe I should have said I had terrible taste in women... Do you want to get into it?”

He looked like he didn’t.

“No, not if you don’t want to. I’m sorry for ruining our date.” He didn’t want to get into his but that didn’t mean you couldn’t get into yours a little. “I was—am—nervous. I was so nervous I forgot to be excited, which I am! I am excited about this, but I still find it so hard to believe. I- I said to you before that I’m not a person yet and I’m not. I don’t feel like I can give you what you deserve.”

Namjoon straightened up in his chair and folded his hands across one another.

“Didn’t we decide that I get to be the judge of that?”

You shrugged. You knew the logic was on his side but you couldn’t accept it.

“Well, then, unless I say otherwise, you are welcome—encouraged—to assume that you’re giving me everything I want.”

You couldn’t quite bring yourself to believe that and it must have shown on your face.

“How about this,” he suggested. “An agreement, a deal: if I want something from you, I will ask. If you want something from me, you will ask. Straight up.”

The fact that he believed you were capable of being that upfront about your needs, wants or desires almost made you choke on your wine. Half the reason (or even the whole reason) you had got into this mess together was because you weren’t capable, not even of being honest with yourself.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“What makes you think I can do that?”

“Sometimes I think I know you better than you do, y’know? You don’t see yourself like I see you at all. I do think you can do it.”

It didn’t seem like you were going to get out of this one. So you nodded, hesitantly at first and then more surely. You could try, at least.

“Good. So now you have to trust that I will ask you when I want something. Maybe like right now.”

“Right now?”

“Yes. I want something from you right now. I want you to enjoy this date, please.”

You giggled, relieved.

“Ok.”

“Think you can?”

“Yes, I think so.”

He smiled and nodded and picked up his fork.

*

Namjoon was good at dating. And it turned out, when you let yourself relax, you were good at it, too. The laughing and joking and flirting did come easily; the other stuff might not but you had this at least.

“I’m your equal,” you said suddenly, not knowing it was true until you said it out loud.

Namjoon’s eyes raised high on his forehead.

“Uh, yeah?”

“I mean, you think I’m your equal.”

“Yeah... Should I... not?”

You felt like you were beneath him, were convinced of it, but he never acted like he thought that. He never treated you like that. He treated you like an equal. He gave to you and he asked you to give back. He wanted this to be equal between you. As if you were equals. As if you—

“We’re in this together.”

A second passed and he blinked. Another second passed and his face softened, then relaxed into smile.

“Yes. We are equal. We are in this together.”

That was new for you.

“You like me.”

He laughed.

“Yes, I do. And you don’t believe me when I say it.”

“It’s not—well, I suppose... I don’t know. It feels hard to believe. Sort of. One the one hand, I believe it, because we’re here; you’re here and we’re having fun and you- you asked for this, you wanted it. You want it. So, I believe it. But, at the same time... Dating has not been a part of my life for a long time. Being wanted hasn’t been part of my life for a long time so it feels—I guess I thought I was over it? That part of life? I guess I thought that was it, y’know? I couldn’t leave and my husband didn’t like me or love me or maybe he did but not how I wanted it, not how he used to, not—I don’t know. That makes it hard to believe.”

You paused and sighed, inwardly rolling your eyes at yourself. Because you were making this all about you. You could hear yourself doing it now.

“Sorry,” you continued. “I keep- it's not- I-… I know I keep bringing it up, making excuses or something. I’m just always dragging my baggage into everything-”

Namjoon shook his head and you paused long enough for him to speak.

“You can’t let go of your baggage; it’s your past and it’s part of you and you’re talking about it like it’s ancient history but it’s been less than a year. Things take time. And, you know... You won’t ever be able to put the baggage down, but there are things you can do to make it easier to carry.”

“Like what?”

“Therapy?”

“Can’t afford it.”

“I can pa-”

“No.”

“Why n-”

“No. I said no.”

He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Ok, well have you ever considered talking about your feelings?”

“Hey! I’m trying!”

“And I’m teasing.”

And he was. Because he could. Because he knew you well enough both to make the joke and to know that he could. He knew you. And he was sitting here across from you teasing you about it. Teasing you about your shit as if it were endearing. As if he liked it.

Because he did.

*

“Ok, then, Namjoon,” you swivelled your now-empty wine glass in his direction, “tell me this: do you kiss on a first date?”

He leant back and tapped his hands on his stomach, tipping his head side to side as he looked at you.

“Well, that depends.”

“On?”

“How well the date has gone.”

“And how well has it gone?”

His eyebrows raised.

“Oh, is this date over?”

You gestured to the empty plates in front of you, the wine bottles emptied, too. He leant forward then, elbows on the table, chin resting on his hands.

“You mean you don’t want dessert?”

A shiver ran through you, part-delight, part-relief. This was the part you could do. Sex was… It was easy. You were well-practised now. Namjoon was familiar. You fit. You were comfortable. It was so much easier to physically expose yourself to him than it was to be emotionally exposed. And it was a relief that he still wanted it, too.

“Well,” you said, leaning in to mirror his pose, “I didn’t say that exactly. What dessert do you have in mind?”

He held your gaze for a second, maybe two, then he scooted his chair back across the tile floor with a screech and walked over to the freezer. You snorted with laughter when he started digging through it.

“Hm, we’ve got… one frozen hotteok and… most of a tub of mint choc chip which must be yours and, honestly, is kind if making me re-think this whole thi-“

“I am not having this argument with you again. You have known this about me for long enough now. Either accept it or kick me out.”

He looked over at you as if he were considering it, kicking you out, as if he were considering making the joke, pretending to kick you out. He put both options back in the freezer and kicked the drawer shut.

“I think I’ll keep you around a little longer.”

“Is that right?”

You stood and carried the empty plates over to the sink, placing them down gently before slotting yourself between Namjoon’s legs as he leant against the fridge.

“So… Dessert?”

“Oh, you actually want the mint ice-cream? I c-“

He was half-turning, as if to re-open the freezer and you pushed his shoulder back into place.

“No.” Moving even closer to him, close enough to smell him, close enough to have to tip your head up to see his face. “I was thinking… something else.”

You lifted onto your tip toes and he bent his head to bring you almost nose-to-nose.

“If you kiss me right now, that means it’s a good date, right?” you asked, whispering into his mouth.

His only reply was to do just that, kissing you gently, his hands resting light on your hips. But it didn’t stay gentle, didn’t stay light. Because it had actually been days since you’d been this close to him; not since he’d asked you on this date had you tasted him. You slid your hands up his arms and linked them behind his neck; you let your balance fall forward into him so he was more lifting you than you were standing, the tips of your toes just grazing the ground now. His hold on you was tight, secure, like it always was, like he didn’t want to let you go.

Until he did. He broke from you and lowered you to the ground once more. Your brain whirred in a series of question marks as he straightened up, the distance from your mouth to his bigger and bigger.

“To be clear-“ his voice was lower now, a little strained. He cleared his throat. “I want to be clear: I don’t fuck on the first date.”

You tilted your head to one side, mouth still hanging open.

“Uh, you… don’t? I mean- we’re not… We aren’t going to have sex?”

He shook his head, eyebrows pulling down over his eyes.

“Is that a problem?”

“No! No, of course not. It’s fine. I just… I’m just… surprised, I guess.”

Surprised and disappointed. Surprised, disappointed, and confused. Because it was entirely reasonable for him to not want to have sex on a first date, or even a second, or a third, or any time, but… this wasn’t really a first date. You’d had sex before, plenty of it. Just days ago, even. Had something changed? You weren’t sure what. You didn’t know how to do this, after all.

“Ok, no sex on the first date. How many dates does it take?”

You needed a number to shoot for; you needed to know when it might end, the not having of him, the nerves, this anxiety and vague discomfort unsettling you.

“How many?”

“Yeah, if you don’t have sex on the first date, which? Second? Third?”

“You sound like you just want to get in my pants.”

“Well, yeah, I know what’s in them.”

It was a joke. You had thought it was a joke. You expected him to laugh, or grin at least. Smile a little.

The joke fell a little flat and silence fell between you for a beat too long.

“Is it that important to you? The sex?”

You’d mis-stepped. You’d got it wrong but couldn’t work out why. The sex always worked between you. This was the part that was supposed to be easy. Did dating really have to complicate everything?

“I don’t know what you mean… Isn’t it important?“

There was a pause before Namjoon replied.

“You remember before I went away, when I told you I didn’t want to sleep with you anymore?”

“Yeah.”

“Because I wanted to get to know you?”

“Yes.”

“That still applies.” He shrugged. “We’re dating now, right? I want to date you. I want to get to know-“

“You do know! You do! You said yourself you think you know me better than I do!”

“But there’s still so much I don’t know! The dating stuff: where did you grow up and what is your family like and all of that stuff. I don’t know any of that… Look, I’m not saying I never want to have sex, obviously, and I’m not trying to… hold it ransom or something I just…”

He trailed off and you didn’t try to fill the gap for him. You couldn’t. He just what? He just what?

He shuffled and averted his gaze, staring down at his fingers tapping on the counter.

“I just don’t want it to be the only thing you want from me.”

It hit you like a ton of bricks. The only thing? But you wanted everything.

“I know you’ve said you want this,” he continued, turning back to look at you, his eyes inscrutable and his courage in being able to look at you unfathomable. “I know that. And like I said, I’m trying not to take any of it personally because I know this is hard for you and I know you’re trying and I don’t want to make you feel bad—I’m really not trying to do that—but I just… when I have doubts, I doubt that you really want all of me.”

You blinked. You could’ve been knocked down with a feather. HE doubted? HE doubted that you wanted him? Before you could reply, a little voice piped up in your head:

‘Well, can you blame him?’

No. No, you couldn’t.

So much time passed in your surprise that Namjoon sighed and moved past you, reaching for the tap and sponge. He turned on the water and started to wash up while you still stood, unmoving, struck dumb by the revelation that… he felt the same way as you. That… he knew how you felt. That he could understand.

It began to dawn on you that maybe this was what sharing feelings was all about. Maybe this was what it got you: understanding. Maybe if you had shared your feelings before now—long before now—so much of your trouble and strife might have been avoided.

You didn’t share feelings. You didn’t grow up in a family that shared feelings. And you grew averse to it, cautious of it, sceptical of it. Then you grew scared of it. Scared of all the secrets you were keeping. Scared of letting them out. You were so scared of your feelings that you had let the fear of them control you. Maybe sharing them wasn’t weakness after all.

“I don’t think you want all of me.” It wasn’t a radical statement coming from you; you’d basically said as much before, but it felt different now that you were echoing him.

He paused and you realised he was waiting for you to continue.

“I- I don’t just want sex. I do want it but I don’t only want it but I-”

Fuck, you could feel your skin prickling knowing what was coming. You could feel sweat begin to gather in your palms. You couldn’t look at him as you said it. You weren’t as brave as he was. You took a deep breath and looked at his feet.

“I feel like it’s the only thing I have to offer you.”

He opened his mouth as if to protest but you didn’t let him interrupt.

“I told you before I’m not a person yet. I don’t have things to give. I’m… I’m blank. My life is blank but you, being with you, sex is… You make it-”

You squirmed, uncomfortable, horrified by your own act of disclosure. You looked pointedly away from him, reducing him to a blur in your peripheral vision, the only way you felt you could continue.

“… Colourful.”

It was mumbled, barely audible.

“Huh?” Namjoon asked and you groaned.

“You make my life feel… not blank.”

“Hm? Are you sure that’s what you said?”

A flash of frustration burst in you and you turned to glare at him, only to see him grinning, almost laughing, at you.

“Namjoon!”

Your hands balled into fists and you couldn’t stop your left foot stomping the floor.

“Say it. I’m going to make you say it.”

“I don’t want to!”

“You have to!”

You cried out to the ceiling and continued staring at it as you said it, a little too loud and a little too aggressive.

“You make my life feel colourful! You bring colour to my world! And I hate you!”

You heard him laugh and then you felt his arms around you and his lips on your cheek.

“You’re cute.”

You made a show of trying to push him away.

“Shut up. I don’t like you anymore.”

“Hey, you’re supposed to be honest with me.”

You sighed and leant into him.

“It’s not just about sex,” you said, muffled against his shirt. “It’s just that sex is the only time I feel… It’s the only time I don’t feel this gulf between us.”

“There’s no gulf.”

“Yes, there is.”

“You think there is but there isn’t.”

You looked up at him, pouting, stubborn. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Ok, fine, let’s say there is a gulf. You know what also exists? Bridges. Transport. A gulf is not uncrossable.”

“I know it’s not, because it’s not there when we have sex.”

“I’m not going to sleep with you tonight-“

“I know! I’m not- sorry! No, I know. I’m not trying to pressure you, sorry. Sorry. I-“

“It’s ok, just making sure we’re clear.”

“We are.”

He stepped backwards and took your face in his hands. He kissed you, just a little, just enough to make the noise in your head turn down, to make a soft hum start up where the anxiety had been.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” he said quietly, his face still close to yours. “I do. But we’ve done this all in the wrong order and I want to…” He moved back and you didn’t flinch this time when he tucked your hair behind your ear. “I want to do things right. For you.”

You broke the eye contact first, swallowing hard as you willed the moisture in your eyes to disappear. You nodded.

“But—” Namjoon lifted your chin and tilted your face to his—“We can kiss as much you like, what do you say?”

“Yes please.”

*

It was late now. Make-up off, pyjamas on kind of late. You were lying in bed, all too awake because you could feel Namjoon next door, knew he was there, and felt his absence in your bed like a new kind of presence. It was keeping you up.

So you did the only thing that made sense to you. You got out of bed and knocked on his bedroom door. He came to it, blinking and dishevelled.

“I know we can’t sleep together but… can we sleep together?”

He frowned, confusion written large across his sleepy face. You walked past him and climbed into his bed.

“Like, sleep. As in, actual sleeping. Just sleeping,” you called across the room as you shuffled down and pulled the covers up.

You saw him shrug as he shut the door and made his way back to you.

“I’m not sure this is very first date behaviour,” he mumbled, his voice low and groggy.

He nevertheless wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close against him.

“We’re not on the date anymore,” you replied. “This doesn’t count.”

He kissed your shoulder.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

Silence followed his responding hum and you felt sleep tugging at you quickly, surrendering yourself to it more easily than you had managed just five minutes ago.

“Besides,” you whispered, your words slow and thick and fighting against sleep, “I always sleep better with you.”

“Mm, me too.”

You weren’t sure if he was really awake; in the morning, you didn’t even remember the exchange. But you did sleep better next to him and you woke, happy in his arms.

Epilogue 4 | Masterlist | Bonus Chapter 2

[quite-right-too]

Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant Us Peace) - Chapter Five

Summary: After preparing for the arrival of her new housemates, the last thing Rose expected was for one of them to be the man whose flat she had snuck out of the night before. This was actually the second chapter I wrote for this and @demdifferentstories-29 did an amazing job of helping me edit my first real, official smut scene. I hope y'all enjoy!

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In the following days, tension built to an almost unbearable amount — almost-kisses and heavier touches led James to believe that maybe his feelings were reciprocated. Rose would hold his hand whenever they were out and would nearly be on his lap when they were reading together in the library. There were quite a few times where he had to excuse himself and head up to his room for a wank.

Little did he know, Rose was also doing the same.

This time was no different. She thought about him a lot, especially since their first almost-kiss in the library. In the privacy of her room, she touched herself as she imagined all the filthy ways James would fuck her — his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Muffled moans of ‘James’ were quickly followed by her orgasm crashing over her. She composed herself, got cleaned up, and prepared for their movie night later in the evening. 

The light from the television was the only source illuminating the dark living room. A film whose title was unknown to James was playing, it being Rose’s turn to pick what to watch for movie night. Jack and Donna had gone out for a bit to enjoy the London nightlife, leaving the house empty except for the two of them. James didn’t mind, especially with them curled up on the couch next to each other, and although the shared blanket seemed to be giving him warmth, he was positive it was partially because a certain blonde was sitting next to him, focused on the progression of the movie.

They had taken to cuddling more during movie nights. He knew that he had fallen for her hard and truly savoured the moments of intimacy with Rose. Surely, she didn’t feel the same, though. This was just something that they did as mates.

Mentally cataloguing everything he could sense as she laid with him came naturally. Her fingers laced in his felt like the perfect fit. The scent of her shampoo was like strawberries and jasmine and Rose. The heat of her body pressed so close to his. He also noticed how aroused he was getting just by their proximity and silently hoped that the case was the same for her.

As the film continued, James quickly realised that it was turning into sex. Really hot, passionate sex — bringing out memories of the one night stand they had. Now all he could think about was her coming undone beneath him. He swallowed thickly and felt his jaw clench. His discomfort wasn't so much due to a scene like that in the movie, but because Rose was sitting there within touching distance and he couldn’t think of anything but how badly he wished that the man and woman on the screen were them.

“I wish I’d had something like that,” Rose muttered, breaking James out of his inappropriate and devilish thoughts. Golden honey eyes stayed transfixed to the screen as the scene became more sexual and intimate, soft touches and quiet declarations of love painted the picture of the relationship between the characters. 

“What do you mean?” James questioned, his eyebrows furrowing. He knew she had been with a boyfriend in the past, but not much about the details aside from his name. Jimmy. Even thinking about him made him feel nauseous.

She sighed, pulling her head away from James’ shoulder. “Just, y’know…” Trailing off, Rose tried again upon seeing the confusion and concern on his face. “Having a guy who actually cares. Who wants to have sex because he wants me, not just to get off.” The words came out bitter on her tongue, however none were directed at James. It seemed like he knew it, too.

Head cocked in curiosity, he continued pressing. “What would you have done if you’d had a man who wasn’t just some sleazy bastard with a guitar?” The question was entirely innocent in his eyes, simply probing for more information on this mysterious ex-boyfriend of hers. 

Not for any particular reason, obviously.

Rose’s face was suddenly coloured red with blush, the question catching her off guard. “Well, uh,” she swallowed nervously, “it would probably start with me straddling his lap.” Her words grew stronger as she felt braver, watching as James took a deep inhale and his jaw twitched. Maybe he was into it? He didn’t seem too opposed by at least the first part of her answer. “I’d grind down to feel him getting hard; feel his hands gripping my hips. Brush my lips against his just enough to tease before he pulls me into a proper snog.” 

James could feel his jim-jams starting to get embarrassingly tight, suddenly thankful for the blanket strewn across their laps. Movie long forgotten, he sat stunned at the words flowing from her mouth. She’s telling him these gorgeous things, all unprompted. This… This fantasy of hers, and he was picturing himself as the man she would be on top of in this theoretical scenario.

“Feel him flip me onto my back, grinding against me. Take each other’s clothes off and just…” She trailed off, looking at the dazed look on his face. Did she just go too far? “James? You okay…?” 

He shook himself out of his reverie. “Yeah, just thinking, erm—” He took a deep breath. “I just don’t know if it was descriptive enough.” 

It came out before he could even think. This was a dangerous game; a fine line he was treading. Would she even want him like that still? Did she think about him as much as he thought about her?

The smile on her face before biting her lower lip at his words said all he needed to know.

Rose moved the blanket off them, her eyes never leaving his. She simply couldn’t tear them away from the searing gaze he gave her as she moved. Adjusting, she moved to straddle his lap, her arms going around his neck and her face close to his. 

“Is this alright?” she asked tentatively. He nodded, automatically placing his hands lightly on her knees. He shuddered at the feeling of her bare skin, her sleep shorts ending at her upper thighs. In another brazen move, she took James’ hands in hers and set them on her waist. Giving just the smallest amount of pressure to indicate that he can touch. That he should touch.

The low groan that came out of his mouth when Rose ground down on his growing erection rumbled through his chest, making its way out of his throat. Gripping her hips tightly, he could barely contain himself, fighting off the urge to thrust up into her. Desperately trying to think of all the reasons this was a bad idea, he couldn’t fight off his desire-filled brain as the sexiest moan slipped out of her lips as she felt him hard against her core, making his blood feel like fire.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as she lowered his forehead to his. James felt her as she leaned in, brushing her lips against his in the lightest of touches. Their foreheads met, both of them quivering in anticipation. His hands drifted to her midriff, her sleep shirt having ridden up, revealing her gorgeous, soft skin that was just calling out for James to touch. Light fingertips grazed her sides as she panted lightly, her breath against his lips stoking the arousal pooling in his stomach and below his waist. “I guess this is the part where I kiss you?” The words came out quieter than he had meant them to. Thankfully, Rose heard and let out some hushed words of her own.

“Please, James—” That was all it took to shatter his resolve.

The fingers on his left hand moved down to dig into her arse while his right hand reached up to tangle his hands in her hair, hauling her mouth against his. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue slipping in while she had the chance. They kissed hard, but it wasn’t just some rough fuck. This was fueled by underlying emotions. By lust and adoration and absolute attraction to mind and body. He could barely think, but his movements were automatic when he remembered what came next.

‘Feel him flip me onto my back, grinding against me.’

Rose let out the most obscene moan as he flipped her with surprising grace and pressed his body against hers. He was big and hot and oh-so hard. She felt herself drenching her knickers at the thought of his cock inside her. The feeling of his fingers trailing down to the waistband of her shorts. “Rose,” he panted. “Can I?”

Feeling her nod frantically, James slipped his hand under the fabric, even going under her knickers. “Ooh,” he groaned, slicking himself up between her lips. “You’re absolutely soaked for me.” His fingers teased her entrance as she moaned, bucking her hips up for some type of friction.

She was able to choke out one word. “Inside.”

He grinned, slowly sliding one of his fingers inside, immediately starting to move gently. “Oh, I've been waiting for this.” His voice was low, sending a jolt of need through her and causing her to throb around the digits currently thrusting inside her. He sped up, adding a second finger and causing her to moan his name like a prayer. “I thought about doing this when I brought you home the first time. Imagining how you would feel, how you would react.” His fingers sped up, starting a nearly punishing rhythm as he curled them upwards into the spongy wall of her cunt.

The familiar tension in her gut came on quickly. “Shit, James, I’m-” She gripped onto the cushion of the couch, arching her back as she came hard. “God, James.” Stars flashed behind her eyes as he drew her orgasm out — paying careful attention to her pleasure. When she finally opened her eyes, he was studying her. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out of her and slipped them into his mouth.

“God, you taste amazing,” he groaned. Sucking his fingers clean, he moved to cover her body with his. “What I would do to taste you properly.” His hands drifted under her shirt and nails scratched against her side. Fingers tangling in his hair, Rose’s mind went blank as he began to bite at her neck.

“Fuck, James—” she whined. “Wait, we — fuck — should move. They’ll be back soon.”

James begrudgingly lifted his head, eyes meeting hers. His pupils were blown with lust and adrenaline. He knew, however, that she was right. He didn’t necessarily want to get caught shagging Rose on the living room couch. Besides, he wanted to really enjoy this. 

“Right,” he said quickly, clearing his throat, “Let’s take this upstairs?” It wasn’t meant to come out as a question. He eased himself off of her and held out his hand in invitation.

The flush on his face and bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms made Rose swoon. He was even more gorgeous than she drunkenly remembered. She took his hand, allowing him to help her up and lead her to the stairs. She couldn’t care less whose room they stumbled into, she just needed him now.

He kicked open the door to his room, which was closer to the staircase. Cloaked in darkness, Rose tried to take a peek inside while it had the sliver of light from the hall. An intricate dark wooden bed frame was the most notable object in the room, adored with dark red sheets, four matching pillows, and a black comforter. A dresser was against the wall, part of the set that went with the bed frame. There was a plain desk and shelves, lined with various knicknacks from his travels. His personal bookshelf was absolutely filled with books, but the room was too dark to see the titles of them. Various pieces of art hung on the walls, making everything seem more personalised. The room was full and cosy and so very James.

Pushing her into the dark room, James slammed the door closed behind them. Before he could move further through the dark, his back hit the door with a thud as Rose pushed him back against it, desperately crashing her lips to his. Her fingers trailed down his body and down to his cock straining against the fabric of his pyjamas, giving him a squeeze. She could feel every inch of him, the light fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.

She felt a rush of wetness between her legs when she heard the grunt he let out when her hand rubbed his cock. He teased her plenty earlier, now it was her turn.

“All this for me?” she whispered into his ear, gripping his cock through his bottoms. “I take it you’ve been thinking about me?” She grinned into his neck as he nodded, hips bucking into her hand as she rubbed him. Her thumb swiped across the head, feeling him leaking slightly and causing a wet spot to form in front of his pyjamas. He could feel her teeth and tongue on his collarbone, slowly making their way up his neck. He couldn’t help the guttural moan that escaped his lips when Rose deftly worked him through the fabric. She bit down lightly on his earlobe, her hot breath against his cheek. “Good, because I’ve been thinking about you.” 

Oh, that did it.

A growl ripped from his throat as he grabbed the back of her thighs, urging Rose to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. She did just that, burying her hands into his hair and nipping at that bottom lip she’s always stared at while he walked them over to his bed. Nearly stumbling on a pair of his trainers that had been carelessly discarded on the floor, they giggled against each other’s lips lightly before sharing another deep kiss. The front of his knees finally hit the mattress, depositing her onto the soft sheets. “God, I’ve wanted you again ever since I saw you walk down the stairs when I moved in.”

“I’ve wanted you again ever since you caught me on those stairs,” Rose gasped. Hands roamed as they worked on divesting each other of their clothes. James’ t-shirt was the first to come off while Rose pulled at the waistband of his jim-jams. 

“Please, James,” she groaned as he pulled her hands off of him, reaching for the hem of her sleep shirt. “Need them off— Please.” She was making sure he knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn’t about to give in that easily.

Once he had pulled the shirt off her frame and discarded it to the floor, he made quick work of kissing down to her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble as he rolled them between his fingertips. 

“What, Rose?” he asked, his voice low and sultry. “‘Please’ what?” The words sent a shiver down her spine, her fingers threading through his soft, thick hair. James hadn’t been this sexy and wanton during their drunken shag. It drove her crazy, seeing his eyes burning with pure desire, even in the darkness of his bedroom. She could feel them staring into her soul and breaking down any restraint she tried to form.

“Please fuck me. God, please just fuck me.” It was breathy and full of need. She couldn’t wait anymore. She felt as if she was about to combust.

James sat up as Rose lifted her hips, helping him pull her sleep shorts and knickers down her legs in one go. Her fingers slipped under his waistband and met skin. That’s when she realised that he wasn’t wearing any pants. He was bare against her hand, throbbing as Rose traced his length with just a finger. Barely a ghosting touch, but exhilarating nonetheless.

He couldn’t handle it. Quickly pulling down his pyjama pants, he crawled up the bed, following after Rose as her head hit his pillows. James used the opportunity to truly look at the goddess in his bed. Her golden hair fanned out on the red pillow like pure sunlight, framing her face in this golden aura. Her plump lips were bruised from the desperate snog in the living room, and her eyes were so dark that they nearly reflected the night sky as she laid bare before him. 

“Blimey, you’re so beautiful.” The words came out before he could stop them, and she just melted into the mattress even more. “I can’t believe I get to see you like this. Naked in my bed.” No sweet words were exchanged during their drunken shag. In fact, not many words were exchanged at all. Yet here he was, looking at her like she placed the stars in the sky herself.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” The tone was teasing and light, but there was no mistaking the aroused undertones of it as Rose’s eyes roamed over his body. The planes of his stomach, his v-line leading down to slim hip bones, the smattering of hair on his chest. He was fit but still muscled. Not heavily toned but still strong enough to carry her body weight however he wanted to. Her thoughts were interrupted by James pressing his body against hers, the underside of his cock sliding through her slick folds, eliciting a loud moan from both of them.

He gritted his teeth, willing himself to stay still. “Shit, Rose, I need…” he panted, frantically looking at his bedside table. “I don’t have any condoms.” James mentally cursed himself for not being prepared, even if it meant popping by the store for a simple box of condoms in case he needed them. 

“Don’t need ‘em,” Rose breathed, hips arching up to feel him bare against her. “‘M on the pill.” Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around him, stroking and tightening her grip ever so slightly as she twisted her hand on the upstroke. Feeling her rubbing the head of his cock through her wetness while biting her lip, he let out a long moan as her eyes met his. “Please, James. I need you in me.”

He didn’t have to think twice. Carefully adjusting himself, he slowly slid into her. Her sharp inhale slowed him, giving her time to adjust while placing kisses along her neck, shoulder, collarbone, and really anywhere he could reach. Finally being able to move, James sheathed himself within her. He gasped as he was enveloped in her warmth. She was so hot and tight and wet, and he was so thankful that he was sober and could ingrain this feeling into his brain. Rose’s nails bit into his back and shoulders, certainly leaving marks that will last days; a reminder of this precious moment. Of how he pleasured her so well.

The intimacy of it all was such a stark contrast from their drunken shag. The intentional but caring touches; passionate kisses without the rough clashing of teeth.

After another moment of adjusting and leisurely, gentle thrusts, her hips bucked up into his, indicating that she was ready for more. That she needed more. James’ lips met hers in another desperate, bruising kiss as he began to slowly pull out, groaning into her mouth. Her forehead pressed against his as he thrusted in sharply, punctuating it with a roll of his hips and a shared gasp from both of them. One of her legs wrapped around his hip, the other around his calf, as Rose encouraged him to move, crying out ‘harder’ and ‘more’ and ‘faster’, mingled in with lots of ‘oh, fuck’ and ‘oh, god, James’. The words just drove him further into absolute lust-filled delirium as he did just as she asked. His teeth found his way to her shoulder, sucking a dark purple bruise into her skin. Leaving a reminder of tonight on her for her to see later.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, accompanied by gasps and grunts. He wrapped his left arm under her waist, using his right elbow against the mattress to keep him up, and changed the angle of her hips. Rose cried out as his cock went deeper with each roll of his hips, trying to mimic it to see her fall apart underneath him. The absolute pleasure coursing through her left her with no coherent thoughts except James. The smell of his sweat as his bare chest pressed against hers. The feel of his arms around her, hauling her against him as he fucked her hard and fast. The delicious sounds he made against her neck as his thrusts began to become more consistent and intentional, finding her g-spot and hitting it with each meeting of their hips.

James could feel the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching, his stomach coiling tighter and tighter. Thankfully, it seemed like Rose was approaching the precipice of it with him. 

“Oh, god, Rose,” he groaned into her neck. “Are you close?” He peppered her neck with kisses as he felt her shudder, legs tightening around him as she got closer and closer.

“God yes, James. Fuck. I’m so close. Please, I want you to come inside me.” She pulled his lips back down to theirs, crying out against his mouth. Her fingers were pulling on his hair, desperately trying to convey how badly she wanted him.

He fed into the encouragement blindly as his hips stuttered, staving off the inevitable to bring Rose to completion first. “That’s it, Rose,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and incredibly breathy. “I can feel you getting close. I want you to come for me. Need you to come for me. Shit, you feel so good.” He was rambling at that point, practically begging for her to join him.

“So close. Gonna come—” Rose choked out, one hand trailing down to rub against her clit, inadvertently brushing against the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from the man above her. Her thighs quivered as the string pulled more and more taut inside her.

“Come for me, love. That’s it. Fuck, you’re absolutely beautiful.”

That did it. Her orgasm came crashing down on her. Rose threw her head back, letting out the filthiest moan James had ever heard as her walls tightened around him, triggering his own release. He grunted through it, emptying himself into her as she came down from her high, her legs keeping his hips tight against hers. His head was spinning and sparks flashed behind his eyelids as he tried to regain his awareness. 

As he came back to reality, soft hands rubbed his back as he held himself up on shaky arms, panting harshly. Carefully, he rolled over, wincing as his already-softening cock slipped out of her. Blindly reaching over onto his bedside table, a box of tissues were quickly brought over. James took the liberty of cleaning Rose up tenderly, smiling and softly meeting her eyes softly. An unspoken agreement between them that this wasn’t just sex but something else entirely.

He tossed the tissues into the trash can, reaching down to pull the sheets up over them. He grinned as Rose crawled into his embrace, laying against his side and sighing in contentment as his heart beat against her ear. A leg draped over his own and the room settled, silent confessions hanging heavily in the air. This wasn’t just a naked cuddle after just sex. James wouldn’t want anything but this post-coital bliss at this moment.

“That was… wow,” Rose murmured against his chest, fingers drawing patterns in the light bit of hair on his chest.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” James smiled and closed his eyes, turning his head pressing a kiss to her hair. In a domestic way. Shit. He realised what he had done, frantically looking down at the blonde goddess in his arms. Her hands cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones. Copper eyes met his, flickering down to his lips. “Rose, I’m sorry if—”

“Do that again,” she said in a breathy whisper, cutting him off from starting his anxious rambling.

His lips met hers passionately, Rose leaning closer onto him, almost in his lap. James’ hands automatically wrapped around her, both of them tangled in the red sheets of his bed. Shared moans and gasps fueled his desire, hardening under the blanket as Rose’s hand began to wander down towards his cock. Right as they began to get lost in the exploration of each other’s mouths, the door swung open.

“Oi, we’re back. Did you finish up with—” It was like a record scratch — everyone froze. Donna’s eyes went wide at James and Rose in bed together. “Bloody hell, James! Lock your door!” the ginger exclaimed, covering her eyes and quickly backing out of the room. 

Mortified, Rose pulled the sheets up against her fully as he made sure the situation in his lap wasn’t visible to his sister, who really should have known better than to just barge into his room unannounced. Well, maybe not, but still. It didn’t make the entire thing not feel like an eternity where his stomach was clawing out of his throat in embarrassment.

James frantically tried to untangle himself from the sheets, feet meeting the floor as he attempted to pull his pyjama pants back on. His foot caught on the pant leg, sending him tumbling onto the floor. 

“Donna! Wait!” James called after her as he tried to make his way to the door. His bottoms were still tangled around his ankles, a failed attempt at modesty. And the worst part?

Rose couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing.

[sunnyie-eve]

6 | Honestly

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.9k

| MASTERLIST |

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Today the guys were filming a video with TFIL and Penelope was tagging along since she had nothing to do and they didn't want to leave her home alone.

"We're here today with Sam and Colby and their lovely friend Penelope. And we let you guys pick what we do today. What did you choose?" Elton asks the guys.

"We're gonna break into a mall." Colby tells him and they talk about it while Penelope looks up at the bum trying to figure out how she was going to get in there.

Climbing in wasn't so hard once Colby found a spot so Penny just followed him. Then the others climb on over. Walking around to find a way in they lose Penelope as she wanders off on her own.

"Where did Penny go?" Heath looks around.

"What?" Colby looks around confused, "How did we lose her?"

"Now we gotta backtrack." Elton groans.

As they walk around they find her walking towards them, "I found a way in." She lets them know.

"You just disappear on us." Colby speed walks towards her.

"I did. And being far from you guys I could still hear how loud y'all were being." She laughs leading the way.

"Can you even climb up there?" Elton asks her looking at the entrance she found.

"I was in gymnastics for thirteen years and they had us rock climb for fun during the summer at times. I can do it." She forces a smile as Colby climbs up then she goes second.

Walking to the center of the mall, Penelope realizes what mall they're actually in since she only knew it from the inside.

She gasps rushing to stand on the escalator, "Just me? Now, how's a blind man find his way into a place like this all on his own?" She says a line from her favorite TV show.

"What?" Sam says confused.

"Really? I have the season on repeat all the time because it's the best." She walks towards him.

"Teen Wolf. They filmed here for the mall fight scene where Penny was going to lose her shit if they really killed Derek." Colby tells him making Penelope smile.

"And this is why I love you." She pats his back, "You pay attention to me." She laughs.

They walk around more to explore more Penelope gets a text from Darwin saying it was an emergency so she tells him where she is so he can pick her up.

"Everything okay?" Colby sees her.

"Darwin said it's an emergency so I told him where we are." She sighs, "Umm, I'm gonna head back out. I'll be okay so don't worry."

"Are you sure?" He stops her from walking off, "Is it a serious emergency?"

"I don't know how serious but he said it's an emergency so..." She shrugs her shoulders.

"You're really gonna leave us?"

"Colby, my boyfriend needs me. And since that one little tiff, we haven't been as great as we once were. Plus we had another little one last month about you again. I apparently spend more time with you guys than my own boyfriend." She explains to him.

"You live with us of course you do." He laughs.

She just looks at him before leaving the group and heading back the way they came from. Getting out was a little difficult but she managed to do it alone. She waited a good five minutes before Darwin pulled up.

"What's the emergency?" She jumps up from sitting.

"My brother got in an accident and I need your help taking things to the hospital." He tells her.

"Okay." She gets in not understanding why she had to help. If it was super important to help him why waste time getting her.

Penelope knew something was slightly off when they got to his place and he was no longer rushing nor getting things together.

"I thought you needed my help?" She watches him in his kitchen.

"You passed the test." He smiles.

"Excuse me? I passed the test?" She repeats super confused.

"Yeah, if I don't ever text or call saying I have an emergency I'll know you'll drop what you're doing to help me. You passed the test." He kisses her cheek as he goes to the couch.

"So you lied? You made me leave what I was doing to test me?" She turns to face him.

"Yeah, it lets me know I'm important to you. You'll leave the guys for me."

She just stares at him looking for something to watch on TV and she starts to think about things, "How did you get there so fast?" She walks into his view.

"I was out and about." He lies to her.

"You still got there way too quickly. Were you stalking where my phone was at?" She pays attention to his body language.

"Ahead of time, yes. Just because if you did say yes I was there on time so you wouldn't have to wait outside too long."

"How long is ahead of time though, Darwin?" She raises her voice a bit.

"I don't fucking know. I saw where you were and I went towards you." He huffs then gets confused seeing her heading for the door. "What are you doing?" He watches her.

"Going home. I'll have Kat pick me up since you tricked me." She leaves his place calling Kat and she says she will be there as fast as she can.

When she does pick her up Kat takes her home and stays over with her to talk about why she called her to pick her up, "Wait, so it was just to test you?" Kat asks as they sit on Penny's bed.

"That's what he told me. He's like; you passed the test. So I told him to explain to me and he told me it was a way to let him know I'll drop what I'm doing to help him." She explains to her, "Should I mention he was stalking where I was."

"No! What the hell is wrong with him?" Kat shouts, "He doesn't like the guys right?"

"Well, he's okay with Sam it's Colby he has a problem with. But... I can't believe him." Penelope groans, "You know, he used to be so good. What the hell happened?"

"Some guys are just, ugh." Kat gives her a sad smile.

"Yeah, but you got lucky with Sam." Penelope rolls her eyes, "I've only ever dated two guys and they both suck. I actually really liked Darwin but now, I don't know. What do I do?" She whines.

"Okay, let's break everything down. Starting with the very first problem; you living with the guys." Kat pats Penny's leg, "Does he still think you should move?"

"Yes, he still tries to slide the tiniest hints but it's still noticeable."

"And the real problem deep down is because of how Colby is with you?" Kat asks so Penelope gives her a thumbs up. "And you and Colby have talked about it?"

"Yes, Kat. He understands he's a bit overprotective."

"A bit? Okay..." Kat giggles, "So he still has a problem with him?"

"Yes. When he came over to apologize for the first time, he said he thinks something happened between the two of us, because how we were acting odd."

"How were you acting odd?" Kat wants to get to the bottom.

"We each looked embarrassed. I know my reason but not his. We fell asleep watching a movie... I had a dream and then woke up to the door."

"What type of dream?" Kat watches her get embarrassed, "Penelope!" She shouts, "Do you have a crush on your best friend?"

"Would you shut up!" Penny covers her mouth, "What if they walked in quietly without us knowing. And no but yes at the same time. It's this little crush that just sits in the back of my mind and won't go away. BUT, nothing is ever going to happen." She explains as Kat smiles.

"What if secretly he likes you too and is scared or embarrassed to say it? What if he had the same dream as you? That's why he was embarrassed as well?"

"Impossible." Penny laughs.

"No, Penelope. Colby is way too protective of you for there not to be something there deep down. Hell, maybe he doesn't even know how he really feels?"

"Can we not? Colby is just my friend. He's my best friend. I don't want to lose him. He and Sam are the only guys in my life that I'm scared to lose because without them... I'm alone." Penelope tells her getting upset.

"What are you gonna do about Darwin?"

"I don't know. It just seems to get worse as time goes on." She hides her face into a pillow, "I want it to work but..."

"Colby would you please stop complaining for the love of god!" Sam shouts entering the apartment so the girls walk out. "Oh, hey Babe." Sam smiles.

"Penny asked me to pick her up." She tells him.

"Why? I thought Darwin had an emergency?" Colby rolls his eyes not trying to hide it.

"It was a test." Penelope rolls her eyes going back to her room while Kat explains to the two.

Kat ends up staying a little while to hang with Sam so Colby goes to Penelope's room to see her on her phone, "Am I interrupting you?" He whispers.

"No, you can come in. What up?" She sets her phone down.

"Kat explained everything after you came back in here." He enters her room shutting the door behind him.

"Do you think I should break up with him? Honestly." She sits up as he sits on the end of her bed, "You're my best friend and I want you to tell me how you feel about everything."

"You guys just have your moments but it's up to you not me. You make your own choices."

"Colby, I asked you to be honest with me. Stop lying to me right now. Forgot the whole, you need to mind your own business and back off some. I want the truth, please." She gets annoyed with him.

"Honestly, fuck him. He's becoming a dick and now stalking you when you aren't home. And truthfully I don't believe he trusts you deep down. He said he doesn't trust me but that means secretly he feels the same about you. If he doesn't trust me it means he thinks I can steal you from him. Guess what, it takes two to tango." Colby tells her, "I get that you guys were great before actually getting together but as soon as you guys did it started to have its problems. I don't want you to go through crap."

"I hate dating." She covers her face not wanting to cry.

Colby moves to sit next to her to hold her, "Hey, maybe the third time is the charm." He chuckles then stops letting out a sigh, "I know you really loved him."

"Who knows, I never said I love you to him." She tells him.

"I thought you guys say that?"

"No, I say love you and he said love ya so..." She looks at him.

"Maybe that's another sign for you." He gives her a sad smile, "I just hate seeing you like this."

"And I appreciate you really care." A tear falls.

"Of course, I love you and you don't deserve this shit." He wipes it away.

"I love you too." She hugs him happy she has him in her life.

[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 18

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,nine here, ten here, eleven here , twelve here , thirthen here, fourteen here, Fifteen Here Sixteen here, Seventeen here,

master list

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning:  As always minor get out Almost entirely fluff, vague suggestions of sex, lots of comfort, it's sweet and sappy

Synopsis: Packing sucks, not as much as getting interrupted did.

Note: Chapter is a hair shorter than normal, but I promise more is coming soon < 3

The last weeks of filming are done, you're exhausted but time stops for no one. There had been so many phone calls after the trip down south. Letting the head of department know you won’t be coming to their show after this one. Next, selling the car, which Deacon happily bought. As long with selling a lot of things that you won’t need anymore. Now you have four days left to pack all your stuff, label it, and have it ready to be picked up by the moving company by Friday. Though you lived in essentially a closet you were surprised at how much stuff you had accumulated over the years. Right now on day three of packing you are ready to dump everything in the trash and disappear into the night.

“Here,” Walton hands you a glass of wine. He has his cup, a sharpie tucked behind his ear as he sits cross-legged in front of a stack of boxes. You were so grateful for his help, the man hadn’t even hesitated to stay and pack with you. Trevor and Deacon had been over to help the first two days but had quickly been brought onto another show. The two of them promised to come down and visit as soon as they could. 

“Oh dang, I need this.” You sigh, taking a sip to try and soothe your frazzled nerves. As you try to figure out how everything is going to get done. “God, if I never have to see another box. I will die happy”

Walton chuckles wrapping your foundations in foam cushioning. “Only downside to moving, packing. How many of these do you need?”

“Oh, this is a sampling of the shade range I would like to have,” You tease, grabbing some paper to wrap up some pallets. 

The two of you work for another hour somehow getting all the makeup packed and secured. You could pretty much lose everything, but those eight totes and five boxes were the most important. Two of those boxes were bankers' boxes of notes, a box with seven hard drives of photos, and the last two boxes were portfolios. Leaning back against the stack of cardboard you feel a little relief. Tomorrow would be clothes and anything left in the kitchen. If it all went well you'd be done mid-day.

Walton was currently splayed out on the floor flipping through one of your portfolios. Bare feet moving back and forth, head propped up by one hand., an empty bottle of vino beside him. You had offered to open another, but Walton had sagely pointed out that a hangover tomorrow would suck. 

“You should bring this with you when you go see Jamison,” Walton comments, pointing at a sketch of creature make-up side by side with the actual piece. You had regularly taken up any opportunity to work on indie films that required monsters, it helped keep you and your portfolio fresh.

You wiggle over and bring the glass of vino with you, “Oh, maybe. I don't want to impose. Just happy to see the place really.” 

Walton squints at you, “I promise Jamison would love these. Bring the book.”  

He flips to another page, it had his face in various stages of being shit kicked. Along with several sketches you had done of him after the fact. You can see his eyes light up as he looks it over.

“Why didn’t you show me these?” Walton gasps, looking at the closer, “These are fantastic.”

You shrug while sipping the last of the wine, “You've kept me busy, hadn't crossed my mind. I think I have one from each time we worked before.” 

“You like to draw me? Would you draw me?” Walton asks, turning to look at you from above his glasses.

You flush, biting your lip a little. “If you like, can't say how good it will come out. I should probably brush up on my sketching skills, it’s been a minute.”

Walton grins, closing the book carefully and sliding it back into its box.  He stretches, crawling over to you. Laying his head against your thigh, his weight a comforting familiarity you’ve grown to enjoy.

“Maybe some tasteful nudes,” He said with a crooked grin, “Hang them up in the dining room.” Walt’s large hands made an exaggerated motion across the air. 

You snort, almost losing your wine, “It would be a heck of a conversation starter.” You run your fingers through his hair, watching as his eyes close. “Then again, I have a feeling people won’t be too surprised.”

A grin spreads over his face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. As he snuggles in against your thigh, “I’ve never been shy, no shame in a human body after all.” He sighs, kissing your jeans. 

Your hand runs down his shoulders and back, massaging at any knots you find, feeling them relax under your fingertips. He groans a little as you hit one between the spine and shoulder blade. Mentally noting that you should both get a massage once things have settled. You close your own eyes letting your head rest against the boxes. Enjoying the heat of his body against yours, the buzz of the alcohol having you nodding off. 

Walton is kissing your cheek, you open your eyes blinking a few times, your knees yelling at you for sitting so long. You move, stretching out as your joint clicks from being in the same position for so long. 

“M’shit.” You mumble, rubbing at your eyes trying to wake up. Walton is already up and stretching glasses and bottle up on the counter. 

“Should go to bed, sweetheart,” Walton rumbles at you, you let out a breath and push yourself up. Following him over to the bed, sleep was sorely needed. 

The bed is cold and empty, you huff wondering where your partner could have run off to. Grabbing your phone, you see it’s nine in the morning already, which meant you had five hours to finish packing.  Groaning you slide out of bed, finding a mostly clean shirt and some loose-fitting pants. You had already packed a suitcase for the flight that evening. The smell of coffee and a closing door alerts you that breakfast has arrived. 

You wander out from behind the stack of boxes, Walton balancing a coffee tray and a bag of goodies. A grin spreads across his face as he places it on the counter. He was also dressed in yesterday's clothes, a jacket covered in raindrops. 

“Good morning, gorgeous,” He beams, leaning in to kiss you. You linger there for a moment, really hating that you needed to continue to pack. 

“Whatever that is, smells amazing,” You smile back, reaching for a coffee that has your name written on top with a heart. He had taken to drawing little doodles on your coffee lid. Several you had stashed away as keepsakes. 

“There is this adorable cafe down the way, these breakfast sandwiches looked too good not to grab a couple,” Walt smiles, taking his own sip of coffee rolling his eyes, and moaning at the flavor. 

You chuckle digging a sandwich out of the bag, you take a bit repeating his groan at the food. He wasn't wrong, it was delicious food. Sighing you lean against the counter passing Walton his sandwich. The two of you munching on breakfast in a mostly quiet room. You take another sip of coffee and notice several newly packed boxes. You tip your head looking at them, walking over to see the writing on them. 

“Did you box up my clothes?” You ask, turning towards him. He has flushed a little, not meeting his gaze. You grin walking over to him, tipping his chin to look at you, surprised to see worry in his furrowed brows.

“What is it?” You ask quietly, putting your coffee down, and moving back over to him. 

Walt shrugs a little, placing his coffee beside yours, “Couldn’t sleep, didn’t know if I was excited or nervous. So I got up and packed while you slept, figured we could go down early?”

You squint a little at him, watching as he moves from one foot to the other, “Are you nervous about me moving in?”

Walton’s eyes go to the floor, his neck flushing red. It reminds you of the morning you woke up in his spare bedroom, nervous energy bouncing around the room. His usual cool confidence lowered as he looks anywhere but at you. 

“A little,” He finally looks up at you, those hazel eyes glowing in the morning light. “Haven’t had a lady living in my place in.” He looks away fiddling with his watch band, “Well it’s been a long time.”  

You pull him close so your back is against the counter and him standing between your feet. Your hands go to his waist, as you look at him for a moment, making sure to keep eye contact, before you speak. 

“You said you wanted to have hard conversations. Is this one of them?” You ask, trying your best not to let your stomach tie in knots. Since the last panic attack you'd learned to lean on him a little more, you found that getting out whatever was bothering you to ease the tension. Walton always listened, made sure that you were heard, then comforted or reassured you. You wanted to do the same for him, this wasn’t a one-sided relationship. 

Walton’s lips twitch into a smile, “I am anxious to be home with you, to have you there. I think I have this anticipation building, thinking that maybe we’ve gone too fast.” You nod your head, listening. He moves so that he is even closer to you. “But I also don’t want to slow down,” He lets out a breath. “Admitting that is terrifying. Cause the last thing I want is to push you away.”

You lean up and kiss him, holding him against you, “If we need to slow down, I promise to tell you. And if you need to slow down,”. You emphasize this, “You tell me. Open communication.”

He leans back looking at you, scanning your face. You watch his shoulder relax. “Promise?”

“Promise. I want us both to be content, however that is.” You lean up and kiss him again. “We will have our ups and downs, but knowing this.” You gesture between the two of you. “Is solid,” You shrug, lost for words. “Couldn’t ask for better.”

He moves forward, hands running over your knees, under your thighs to lift you onto the counter. Walton moves between your legs, and you wrap your ankles over his hips, hand looping up over his neck. The familiarity of the dance you two did making your heartache, 

“I will bring you the moon,” He whispers in your ear, lips trailing around your ear lob. “Pull down stars to decorate the backyard with.” He murmurs, kissing down your neck, his hands working at your hips. Soft fingers slip under the material of your shirt. “Give you the world.”

You wiggle a little, shivers running down your spine. “You’re my world.” You whisper back, letting your hands run through his hair, breath hitching as his warm hands splay across your skin. “Just need you,”

A bang on the door has you both frozen, Walton moves away adjusting himself to try and hide the obvious hardness, moving to stand behind a stack of boxes. You fix your rucked-up shirt and straighten your ow pants, face flushed. 

You open the door to see Tracy from a few doors down, you had completely forgotten that you had sold her the bed and frame. The woman had been your neighbor for the entire time you’d been in the building, the two of you only ever exchanging pleasantries. So you were surprised when she had offered to take the bed off your hands. The woman topped out at five feet, with sandy hair, leopard print glasses, and an oval face that always seemed a little worried. You were pretty sure she lived with her two sons a few doors down.  

“Oh hey,” You fluster out, trying not to look like Walton wasn’t just standing between your legs. “The bed right?”

Tracy takes you in, that worry deepening as she looks you over “Is this an okay time?”

You plaster a smile on, moving out of the way to let her in, “If you just give us two seconds, me and my-y-ah-boyfriend, will get the bed for you.”

Tracy slides in standing by the stack of boxes as Walton shuffles towards the back. Her arms crossed over her chest, a look of disapproval wrinkling her forehead more. She looks between the two of you as if you just admitted to dating a serial killer. 

“Oh, I thought that was your Dad,” Tracy says out loud, Walton nearly falls over at the words. You duck your head down as your whole face goes red. The two of you are close to having a giggling fit.

“Ahh, haha. Yeah, no.” You try not to squeak, Walton is now on the floor, hand covering his mouth as he does his best not to laugh. 

You smack his arm getting him to help you pull the covers and sheets off. Grateful that you were ridiculously anal and kept the mattress wrapped in plastic. Walton and you trip over each other moving it towards the door with it. 

“Can we bring it to your place?” Walton offers his face a lovely shade of pink as he comes to the door. You are purposely avoiding everyone’s eyes, trying not to make it any more awkward than it already was. 

“Oh,” Tracy says looking him up and down, “Do I know you from somewhere?”

Walton shrugs, shaking his head, “Probably not, just one of those faces.”

Tracy’s eyes narrow, but she goes to open the door, her two sons standing there. They give awkward waves and smiles. They were male versions of their mom, except with black hair and freckles. One had a tattoo sleeve, the other wore thick blue glasses. 

“Come on in, It’s got handles at least,” You grimace, the boys grabbing the mattress, the boy with the glasses looking at Walton again. 

You and Walton go back for the frame, handing it awkwardly to Tracy who is still staring. You all but drop the thing onto her, as she continues to eyeball your boyfriend. 

“I got the transfer,” You try to get her towards the door. “So should be good to go,”

“Wait, are you Walter.” Tracey moves towards Walton, who is doing everything but crawling into a box to get away from her. “Walter Googles, you were in that show..”

Walton looks a little stunned, mouth opening and closing a couple of times.

“Ahh, I think you got the wrong person.” You say, quickly stepping in between Tracy and Walton. You were pretty positive Walton would be more than fine under normal circumstances, but really you just needed her out of your apartment. 

She glares at you, hesitating before she grabs the frames and shuffles out.

“Well I hope you have a safe trip then,” The woman says, eyes still squinting at you suspiciously as she exits.  

“Thank you, have a good day,” You reply in your best customer service singsong voice. 

You close the door, locking it before turning back to Walton, he bites his lip, the two of you waiting a good several minutes before letting out a laugh.

“I feel so bad,” You squeak, moving back over to grab a drink of coffee, 

Walton is giggling sliding down onto the floor. “You think I should go ask if she wants an autograph.”

You choke on the coffee, “No, I think that woman has been through enough.”

Walton sits there still giggling as you bring his cup of coffee. You slid down the wall, the only thing left to pack was the kitchen and bed dressing. You lean your head on his shoulder, as the two of you continue to chuckle about the situation. 

“Kitchen left?” Walton asks, kissing the top of your head. 

“Yes,” You groan, “Think we could leave?”

Walton chuckles, “How much was that damage deposit?”

Chapter nineteen

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My dear, tell me what’s wrong? - Humphrey Bone x plus size reader

Summary: You're just a shy Victorian ghost sad about your undead life, Humphrey is always there to listen to your worries and cheer you up. Reader being plus size is hardly mentioned but is there.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: This is some self indulgent stuff right here for I'm Humphrey brain rot at the moment. Also someone please make more BBC Ghosts GIFs, I need them badly.

To most the scene of Alison doing some paperwork in the living room whilst a whirlwind threatens to blow off all her hard sorted papers stacked on the table would be a supernaturally peculiar thing to see but to Alison it's yet another day in the ever so haunted Button house.

Alison barely looks up from her stack of bills as a Victorian ghost straight out of a ghost film or an episode of most haunted flurries around the room looking around for her dear friend’s detached head whilst muttering obscenities about how modern day people portray Victorian era ghosts.

“Oh, I must wear a night gown to bed to blend in with the Victorian ghosts just in case I die in my sleep.” You mock as you look around for Humphrey’s decapitated head, “Alison! I hate this!”

“Hey!” you here Humphrey call from somewhere in the room.

You stand straight up in all your white laced glory, the pure white gown you died in drowning your plush figure in a stereotypical ghostly glow.

“I don’t mean searching for your head my dear-“ you seemly float towards the sound of Humphrey’s disgruntled mutters, “-I mean I hate being in THIS for eternity.”

You tilt down in the most dramatic way as you carefully pick up Humphrey’s head. If you were alive your back would have clicked from dramatically draping yourself down and certainly if your friends from the Victorian era were in the room they’d tell you to use your knees instead of your back picking up your dear friend.

Who, cares though, you’re dead.

For a moment you pause. You're now fully back up, Humphrey’s head safely in your hands, his neck and cheeks softly being held by your dead hands, your eyes trained on his. It’s almost like you’re caressing the Tudor man’s face but alas if you move one wrong move then the head that is your friend will drop on to the floor.

Humphrey smiles up at you with a oh so soft smile.

Normally the other ghosts don’t treat his decapitated head in such nice ways. For the last hundred or so years you’ve been one of the few ghosts who’ve not used him as a make shift football.

If only he wasn’t at odds with his body, then you could hold his face in such tenderness without the threat of dropping him. Maybe he could do it back, maybe caress his thumb from your jaw to your lips like he always wants to do, maybe just maybe he could bend down or perch up (depending on the height difference) and kiss you on the lips.

Alison does not interrupt these intense interactions that normally happen between the two of you, she doesn’t move out the room to give you both space, it happens too much for he to be bothered.

To most of the other ghosts they don’t realise Humphrey and you have a close relationship, most of the ghost don’t even know you exist. Even if they did Julian would be joking about it every five minutes or Fanny would be judging you both.

Alison doesn’t know much either about the two ghost in front of her looking like an ethereal version Hamlet but what she does know is that she is routing for the two of you to get together.

At first when Alison came to Button house (and subsequently started seeing ghosts) she didn’t know you were even there, let alone that you normally walked around with the decapitated head of Humphrey.

( A high pitched sound that can only be described as an eek had left Alison’s lips as she tried to get to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

It was the first time she’d seen you, a glowing ghost wearing a flowing over the top nightgown and a slightly sad look to her face.

“You were not supposed to see me.” You had said in an anxious voice, “I- well-I was just looking for my friend, he’s called Humphrey.”

“You’re a ghost.”

You had choose to ignore that statement, both because it seemed rhetorical and you were very shy at the time, instead like you always seem to do, you had begun looking around.

 “Why haven’t I seen you before?” Alison asked.

“I like hanging out in the basement and attic.” A muffled and quiet call of the name (y/n) had been called out none other by Humphrey which had gotten you to float away, “Also I died in the garden.”)

Now that Alison knows that you reside where most of the main ghosts don’t go, that your resting place is in the plants and grass instead of the brick walls of the manor, she’s been trying to get you to introduce you to everyone.

That and she’s been trying to get you to confess to Humphrey but either one would be very nice.

Alison carries on watching the two of you lovingly look at one another.  It’s sickly sweet, so sweet until the bickering of ghosts gets closer.

Alison, like the good friend she is, finally gets up and says “I’ll short this out” before leaving the room.

You pause there like a dear in head lights as your hear Alison heard the two ghosts, the Captain and Julian you think, away from you and Humphrey. You’re still ready to bolt even when the voices fade and Humphrey tries to grab you attention.

“There’ gone now.” Humphrey whispers.

You look down at your friend worry still chiselled on your face. If a ghost could cry, then you’d be close to crying. With eyes magnified by salty water and your sweet sweet smile turning down into a soft frown Humphrey just wants to hold your face like you’re doing to him and comfort you.

“Sit (y/n).” his voice is neither harsh or demanding it is only soft and kind, if it was anyone else you’d not listen but you sit down. Paper surrounds the two of you, the spot where Alison once sat warm making you feel almost alive.

“You’ve been down all day.” Humphrey begins his voice soft as he speaks, “You don’t have to but do tell me what’s wrong?”

His head still held by your hands, his stump neck balanced on the soft curve of your thighs, Humphrey look up to you with pleading eyes.

“I-“ you pause not knowing what to really say, “-Humphrey my dear?”

You voice just a whisper graces his ears like a sweet song, if Humphrey could he would have nodded at you but instead he just whispers back a small ‘yes’.

“I-I’ve been feeling down lately. I-well-I never really had someone like you when I was alive, someone so kind and patient with me-“

Your head hangs low partly of sadness but partly to be closer to the decapitated head that is your friend.

“-I’ve been thinking a lot about my death and how sudden it was, how I never got to do many things with my life despite all I had.”

You head almost touches Humphrey’s as your voice becomes a whisper in the wind. You want to tell him everything you ever wanted to do with your life, how you wanted to get a job despite being a woman, own a fancy dress and go to a ball, even fall in love but all you are now is a woman covered in layers of unflattering white cotton with your hair a mess and feet bare forever destined to end up sleeping in the shrubbery.

You want to say that to Humphrey but instead you just press you forehead to his and sigh.

“I don’t think I ready to speak just yet my dear-“ your eyes connect with his, “-but for now I’d like to be in your company if that’s ok, I find you a comfort.”

“As do I”

Eye still connected and soft smile on each other face you peck the smallest and most chaste kiss on to Humphrey’s cheek before going back to leaning forehead to forehead, somehow there’s a subtle warmth on your undead face, Humphrey’s own face even going a bit pink.

Alison walks into you both silently looking at one another and she smiles. Without disturbing you both she sits back down and carries on with her paper work, the house quiet for just a moment more.

[archerygun]

Guys I’m sorry. A single person asked me to elaborate. I’ve gotta elaborate now. I have permission from an internet stranger. Also, yes, I think I should be locked up and studied for science but exposing my insanity on the internet is the next best thing. @dye-it-rouge-et-noir this one is for you buddy.

This is a follow-up/part 2 post. If you’re seeing this post before part 1, part 1/the context is here = https://www.tumblr.com/archerygun/749484004313579520/alright-i-was-chatting-to-a-friend-about-james?source=share

(Splitting it up into sections because I want to try and contain myself from rambling nonstop for five straight minutes)

DESIGN EXPLANATION/BREAKDOWN

Sean Connery - A friend of mine did most of the design, I added the bottom half, the gun, the colours and a couple of motifs. I chose Thunderball as the film of focus because my friend mentioned his swimsuit was traumatising, and also because it’s the film with the jetpack in it. Generally focused on circular shapes and tear shapes because y’know… water. He’s orange because of the orange swimsuit that my friend called out lmao. And the flower on the neck bow is supposed to look like the one from the iconic white dinner suit that I tend to default to drawing Sean Connery Bond in because when he isn’t in dinner suits his dress sense is generally not as fun as I would like. The gun is based on the one from the James Bond image. You know the one.

I put simultaneously not enough thought and too much thought into this Jesus Christ. I think he’d have some sort of jetpack power-up or something. George Lazenby - He only did one film, so that did limit sources of inspiration. Fortunately, OHMSS is my favourite Bond film because everything about it is earnest and completely insane. I had to include his bowler hat from the intro because it was amazing and not enough Bonds wear hats, so he’d at least look distinctive. It’s set in an icy location for most of it, so that’s where most of the theming came from, the colour, etc; the diamond motif might have suited Sean Connery better all things considered but too late now. I took some costuming inspiration from his kilt outfit because it was strange and iconic and I think all Bonds should be made to wear it. He only really has one promo shot with a gun so I had to give the position of tiny gun guy to George Lazenby. He wields it well.

Roger Moore - I kinda just took the fact that he was the first Bond in space and ran with it. Used stars as a motif, etc. Particular inspiration was taken from this outfit:

And partial inspiration from his weird marine navy commander-style getup (for the shawl thing). It was legitimately way too hard to find a gun that wouldn’t accidentally cross over with a gun from another Bond so I picked the most Seventies gun I could possibly find for inspiration assuming that no other Bonds would ever use something similar. The upper body pose as usual is directly from the reference image. I felt like if I put all the Bonds in skirts, it’d get a bit repetitive and start looking bad, so I figured if any Bond was going to get trousers it would have to be the one that actually wore flares.

CHARACTER EXPLANATION/BREAKDOWN

Basically just how I’d pitch the three Bonds I’ve done so far if they were a group dynamic instead of solo iterations. Gonna do it in bullet points so it’s more comprehensible. (I don’t have any rhyme, reason or lore for this. It’s literally just me assigning three Bonds distinct personalities).

Sean Connery:

The group leader/group elder/tired old man

He can still be a slut if that’s what you want but minus the creepiness. Mutual engagement in passive flings? No problems with that.

Seen so much shit that he’s sorta nonchalant about everything and believes he’s overqualified for just about anything he’s asked to do.

✨War trauma✨

Suaveness and charm level 100. He’s a crabby old man most of the time but he’s so charming that the group let him get away with it.

He’s desensitised to like, literally everything. He will not hesitate to kill a man in cold blood if the situation demands it.

Pretty much believes that human beings are fundamentally bad, himself included.

Ultimately the one that’s willing to make the hard calls.

George Lazenby:

Like his actor before him he is the least qualified and probably lied to get into the secret service.

Optimistic, perceived as naive, ready to try and fight the narrative to change his fate.

The group child (and the youngest).

Quit the secret service after his new wife was assassinated on their wedding day and only comes back because shit has hit the fan (plot reasons. I don’t have a plot, I’m just speaking as if I’m pitching a TV show).

Doomed By The Narrative™️

Ridiculed or forgotten by everyone except the other Bonds

Sean Connery’s Bond respects him a great deal and secretly envies his more idealistic worldview, but won’t let him make the tough calls because he sees him as too naive and too unstable (willing to risk everything)

Roger Moore’s Bond HAS adopted him.

Roger Moore:

Literally feral

Master of British understatement (“Oh. That’s a bit of a shame.” as the world is literally ending around him)

He’s besties with Sean Connery’s Bond as the other sort of group elder

Despite how manic and wired he appears, he is terrifyingly competent and capable of being very serious

Team leader when Connery’s Bond is out of action

Dad figure. Not just to the other Bonds, but as a default personality. He will go parent mode on anyone he thinks he’s capable of saving.

Although if he doesn’t think you’re saveable he will not hesitate to shoot on sight if he runs out of options.

As far as ideas for the other three, Timothy Dalton is going to look evil and edgy but he’s just an enthusiastic dork and Daniel Craig is a stone cold killer with trust issues draped in bright pink bows. I haven’t seen any Pierce Brosnan movies so far so I might just have to vibe check him based on plot synopsis.

Closing thoughts? I want my brain removed and replaced with a better one. I’m sorry for everything you have witnessed today.

Also, these are based exclusively on the movies and not the books. I’m more digging into what makes each actor and era special and distinct.

If you sat through all that, well done, thank you, please don’t report me to the asylum and enjoy this image of Sean Connery.