#mel keeps writing fix-its

[kinardsevan]

teaser/tidbit thursday

someone made the suggestion that Buck could be the one who gets kidnapped and that the teaser is a fakeout for 809, which I would obviously love. that led me to starting this (untitled):

outside his closed eyes. 

“Evan! No, come on, honey, wake up. Come on, I love you, Evan.” 

His eyes shoot open at the firm pressure of something in his side and this time he actually manages to scream, his gaze meeting Tommy’s. The other man is just as bloody. There’s a cut across the bridge of his nose, his lip is split deep enough for stitches, and his flight suit is shredded. 

“No, he needs medical transport now,” one of the cops complains. Tommy whips his head around. “Tell them to send Harbor! I can’t fly him out of here in my rental. I don’t have the supplies, and RA will take too long.” 

“Tommy,” he cries, trying to grab for the other man’s hands. It’s only then that he realizes he can, but his grip is weak, barely managing to tug on Tommy’s sleeve. 

“I know baby,” Tommy tells him tearfully. He lifts a hand to Evan’s cheek briefly, brushes his thumb against it. “Stay with me, okay? We’re going to get you out of here.” 

“S’my fault,” he rasps, his head lolling. Tommy curls his hand around Evan’s head, holding it up. 

“No, come on, honey. Stay awake. Look at me, Evan.” 

He tries to keep his eyes open, swears he does. He wants to stare into Tommy’s eyes as long as he can. But everything feels so heavy. 

“Love you too,” he whispers, letting his eyes slip shut. 

[veryace-ficrecs]

The Pitt Fic Recs Part 1

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Find part 2 here!

This Is The Day In Chaos by NameStartsWithN - Rated G

As the Pitt descends into its usual chaos, Dr Robby brings coffee and encouragement to his beleaguered team. Samira Mohan and Dennis Whittaker bond, while Mel King finally makes a joke -- intentionally!

The Dead Don’t Answer by NameStartsWithN - Rated G

Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch learned a long time ago that death isn’t quiet—it’s a symphony of chaos, a brutal soundtrack of screaming monitors, cracking ribs, and the rush of hands fighting the inevitable. At Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital, there are always calls for help. Because the dead don’t answer. But the living don’t have a choice.

The Aftermath by AGirlHasNoName20 - Rated T

Two weeks after Pittfest, Robby is presented with a choice. Or: The one in which Robby starts therapy. Don't read unless you've watched the entire season 1.

Rules of Law by jumpfall - Rated G

The night Robby signed his attending contract, he was introduced to the Laws According to Adamson. He likes to hope that if he leaves his trainees with nothing else, it'll be the Addendums According to Robby. - Alternatively, is it really a fandom until there's a five things fic?

To Be A Doctor by mossterious -Rated G

Four student doctors. Four paths to get there. Four points of view. One hospital. — Aka I need to get used to writing different character povs SO HAVE SOME TINY CHARACTER STUDIES I GUESS?!

people come and go on the breeze by sweetmuses - Rated M

Redemption is a hard, long journey. She knows this probably better than most people. You have to keep yourself afloat amongst the madness, being acutely aware of tipping back into the ether. It’s easier to live within the boundless ocean of guilt than to take accountability - because to take accountability means that you’re willing to work for it, and there’s no way of knowing when you’ll slip up and fall.

In Memoriam by fundotperiod - Rated G

Or: A reflection on the in-betweens of life, ghosts, and the human condition, through the eyes of Cassie McKay.

How Robby has grieved and remembered his mentor.

Reflection by ZHH123 - Rated G

She thinks back on all the moments she almost couldn’t bear. The moments that prompted her to question if she belonged in the pitt. Then she thinks of her triumphs.

Last Call by jumpfall - Rated T

“Sorry if I woke you,” Robby says. Jack shrugs. “Middle of the day in my time zone.” He waits a beat, and then asks, “You want to talk?” “No.” “You want a drink?” “You'd allow that?” “No,” Jack says. “Just lets me gauge how concerned I should be.” – 1x15 episode tag.

The Pitt Crew! by megas217 - Rated G

Welcome to the Pitt Crew a story about the doctors and nurses who work in the Pitt.

Sursum Corda by Celebratory Penguin (cpenguing) - Rated M

A few hours after Pittfest, Langdon returns to the ED.

The Way, Way Back by jumpfall - Rated T

Robby, post 1x13.

And I Said Nothing by elpopooley66 - Rated T

Trinity Santos is not okay. She’s never really been okay. But she’s held herself together this long — on caffeine, adrenaline, and silence sharp enough to cut. The Pitt sees it. Langdon sees it. And for once, maybe she lets herself be seen. They don’t fix her. They just don’t leave. Sometimes, that’s enough. Featuring: unresolved trauma, a lobster named Greb, a borrowed hoodie, and the terrifying prospect of letting someone care. Or: the one where she stops pretending she’s fine — and someone finally calls her bluff.

what a weight to live under by shirelings - Rated T

Mel’s convinced she’s made it to the door without anyone noticing her before a voice stops her dead in her tracks. “Dr. King.” It’s said in that sort of way that’s not really a question even if someone else would frame it like that, and Mel lets her shoulders rise up a little towards her ears as she slowly turns. Oh, boy. - Mel does, in fact, talk to Abbot at the end of the day.

Change of Watch by jumpfall - Rated T

When Robby's phone vibrated twenty minutes ago, he'd been dealing with a critical GSW to the adbomen and unable to answer. Now there's a voicemail from Jake.

Even Grouches Need to Go to the Hospital by lolathatch - Rated T

Trinity Santos finds a video of Doctor Robby from his younger days and makes it everyone's problem.

singing in unison by dotsayers - Rated M

Leah's sick the night before Pittfest. Robby gets his ticket back.

just a drop of water in an endless sea by evening_spirit - Rated G

Aftershocks by jumpfall - Rated T

Robby’s going to be fine, a rational part of Frank’s mind says. You’re the last person Robby needs right now, says another part, the one that hates himself. But Frank saw the look in Robby’s eyes and he knows that Robby is not fine. Not this time. And no one else will help.

But should it be him?

Maybe he should go get Dana? Abbot? Damn, if at least Collins was here. But Collins is not here, Dana doesn’t have anything more to give and Abbot is a pragmatic, a doer, not someone who would comfort another. Then again, neither is Frank.

Or--a 1x13 coda where Frank and Robby talk, but it doesn't really solve anything.

Ways they are (and aren't) coping with the mass casualty incident.

living weighs heavier by Antumbra - Rated T

Maybe none of them were ever meant to be alright, not once they’d chosen to devote themselves to this career that could only tear them down and break them apart. Or: an alternate take where Jack finds Robby after his breakdown.

[maroonhazee]

Forever Winter

“I’ll be summer sun for you forever.”

Robert “Bob” Reynolds x fem!reader

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Not sure if I’ll keep writing, but if enough people like this I will. Per warning I don’t write much.

PLOT : no plot yet bc its a half baked idea. But multi chapter hopefully. Fem!reader works in a library. Please tell me if this isn’t original! If I get good feedback nd people like this I’ll make an actual plot and shit

WC: 680

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Bob had good days, sometimes he had okay days, a lot of the times? It was still bad days. No matter how much the Thunderbolts* tried. He was still having withdrawals. The sleeves of his sweaters covered in spit, from how much he’d drool. The voices were always so loud, too loud. Valentina put him in therapy. Whispering behind closed doors that she ‘didn’t need an unstable superhero’ and ‘THAT incident can’t happen again.’ The funny part? They were all unstable. Just the only issue was he’d made half of New York disappear in under three minutes. So they all got therapy, Bob just got the most.

Which sucked, it really sucked. Have someone try to ‘fix’ you. Being told to track your progress, write down your feelings. Sure, he could probably ask for a therapist he was more in ‘tune’ with. However Val wanted this one because ‘he’s the best Bob!’ Ha. Sure. Best to Valentina, not best to him. The only reason he did it, was the reward after. Which was Mel handing him one of her books to read. She’d basically pavloved him. Not like he minded. Mel always read something different. Never the same genre, or same book twice. However today she was holding out a library card, grinning.

“What’s this?” Bob asked her. “Library card, you should go. Get out.” Mel said, and before he could say anything else she walked away. Heels clicking down the hallway. Bob watched her for a moment, wiping the drool from the corner of his chin. Flipping over the card ‘New York Public Library’ then his name and some other information. Mel got him a library card? Bob felt warmth in his chest. Today had been so shitty. Walker pissed him off, he split coffee on his other sweater, and as much as he loved Yelena. She’d been kind of annoying. Though this? This card. Being told he could go outside. Bob was on cloud fucking nine.

The walk wasn’t long. Bob enjoyed walking, it made him feel normal again. Like he wasn’t some God in a humans body. Just like he was Bob again, even if that meant some of the other pains that came with being just Bob again. Though he’d take it over the ego switches to Sentry, or the dark days Void crept in a little too much. Now it was more controlled. As in he wasn’t turning people into shadows. It happened less, Bob didn’t like to talk about it. He did, but it wasn’t his favorite. Plus it scared the therapist. So he would take moments like this, feeling normal.

Bob walked into the library. The smell of books, cleaning supplies, and just a little bit of dust filled his nose. God it was magical. It was massive too. He’d need to thank Mel properly. Not today, but soon, so fucking soon. Though that would be another time, today was about this. The library. Ah oh a library it was. Unsure of where to start, he just started walking. No real direction in mind. Due to Mel giving him what she read, and it was very many genres. So Bob walked through the isles, rooms, wherever. Until he stopped, and saw you.

Oh he’d never seen anyone so fucking beautiful. You were reading a child’s book to a group of children. Wearing a buttercup yellow sundress the cardigan - yes the Taylor Swift one - hung on your shoulders. Making voices for the characters as you flipped the pages. The kids giggling in delight. Bob found himself sitting down at the edge of the carpet. Captivated by you. A soft smile on his face as he watched you read. Laughing to himself as you’d change your voice, being theatrical for the children. Time seemed to slow down here. It only picked up when the children got up, parents collecting their little ones. Soon it was just him and you. Bob’s throat was so dry, palms sweaty, but god did he wanna talk to you so badly.

And boy, he hoped he didn’t fuck it up.

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Mmm like I said just a test. If feedback is positive I’ll continue this and write a fanfic! Feedback is appreciated, hope this was enjoyed. Xx!

[bakingpotat0s]

ok so since i've been told i should post snippets of the jayvik fic i'm in the process of writing, i shall. (also please let me know if this is an accurate-ish portrayal of ptsd. if not, PLEASE lmk what i should do to fix it!!)

Viktor reached for him, and

Oh gods he’s back in that room and I won’t fail I won’t fail I will NOT- but he did and he was and now Viktor was somehow here but not “here” and Mel was going to die and Viktor was going to make Mel one of them-

“The arcane stirs within you,” Viktor sounded fascinated, but all Jayce could think was he needed to do something- he lifted his hammer and fired- he hit Viktor - oh, GODS he hit Viktor - but he didn’t - couldn’t - think about that now, in this moment, he needed to attack I won’t fail I won’t fail I - missed. He missed. His pulse thundered in his ears, his mantra using the unsteady beat to keep time. Viktor pushed him to the table, the doll tilting its head.

“Your mind has become rigid, Jayce. Fear clouds your judgment.” Jayce looked around, panting, chest heaving. At the table, at the room, at Mel. Silently pleading, begging her to go, run, get out, leave so she wouldn’t be hurt. Their eyes connected. He nodded. She hesitated, then nodded back. 

[atomizingcat]

season1act3 criticism - warning, its rly long

DISCLAIMER: season1 of arcane is a masterpiece imo!! pls dont take this as me bashing it or smth.

alright so when i originally watched act3 of season 1, i definitely had some negative thoughts about it, but i was overall hopeful that season 2 would fix some of the things that were a bit rushed/weird about act3. suffice to say that didnt happen🤡. i dont want anyone reading this to think i want to damper your enjoyment of the show - thats not my goal at all. if you feel like reading this criticism will be shitty for you, definitely dont read it:)))) i only want to discuss the show and lay out my thoughts. also while i obviously think season2 is worse written than this act, i feel like a lot of people have more adequately criticized than i can.

overall act3 is amazing, but there are about 4 major areas where i felt like the writing was a bit confused in its own goals:

episode 7 blocking

the philosophical/thematical discussions for viktors, jayces and mels characters + contrivances in their plot

Vi

Jinx (this is less criticism and more just me wishing it was a bit different because of how it was set up to be)

Episode 7 blocking

there is so much to say about episode 7, mostly positives - political discussions from silco+the chembarons, ekko+caitlyn; ekkos and vis scenes together<33; jinxs paranoid scenes. and obviously in retrospect caitlyns 'cycle of violence' speech isnt meant to be an attempt to try and inspire change, that fails because of her reliance and trust in the system, a system that only really fails zaunites and that she wants to return the hex gem to, but its supposed to be an actual thematic conclusion to her arc(s2, when i get you s2..). but when just watching the episode itself, its still an interesting speech for her character to make so i wont dissect that rn.

the issue i have here is the blocking and plot aspects of the bridge scene. now you can say that its a show, not everything needs to make sense. but this is an incredibly important scene and arcane in season1 pays a great amount of attention to detail to how characters interact with their surroundings.

shortened version of the plot: jinx feels paranoid and silco kept the truth from her, so she confronts him. he successfully brings her back on his side and in order for her to have something to do, something to distract her from her pain and to make her feel useful, he asks for the weapon to be made. jinx HASNT told him the hex gem was taken from her - so shes affected by his words, and by the facial animation we can tell she WANTS to make this weapon for him, but feels guilty/inadequate (?? unsure) about losing the hex gem. so she logically concludes that if caitlyn has the hexgem, she will take it to piltover, sets up her trap at a place that caitlyn HAS to cross, and waits. Vi and caitlyn are kidnapped. Vi finds out its ekko; they have their argument, but by getting out of the handcuffs and deciding to HUG ekko, not fight him, they basically reconcile and tension between them doesnt return until caitlyn starts it. short note on vi for later: its HERE that the powderVSjinx thematic narrative starts; ekko is the one to introduce her to this concept (i will talk more about this later). the firelight tree is a place of hope, and while ekko recognizes that piltover is to blame for their situation, silco is the one who presents an immediate threat at this moment. caitlyn gets untied; they discuss things. caitlyn thinks they should return the hexgem, ekko thinks they should keep it to take down silco. instead of agreeing with caitlyn about the cycle-of-violence speech, he should have pointed out that through this act of goodwill, maybe they can start negotiations between ZnP. but nvm thats for someone stronger than me LMAO. they head towards the bridge to cross it and bring the hexgem over. Vi DOESNT join them, says she wants to return for her sister, starts to walk away. jinx (from her place above, nearer to the end of the bridge) sees this. caitlyn and ekko walk all the way to the end of the bridge, where marcus is waiting. marcus legit shoots ekko (which is its own issue), and caitlyn still doesnt realize that marcus is corrupt and obviously has his own agenda at that moment. it was always weird to me that they didnt have a convo between these two - caitlyn breaks the rules, but follows the truth; marcus is the rule maker, the sheriff, but instead for his own selfish goals and biases towards zaunites created his own hell in which he must be corrupt. one arrests vi, the other frees her. in a way you could say that marcus arresting vi is the reason for his downfall -> caitlyn frees her -> vi shows up in jinxs life again -> bridge attack. anyways im getting ahead of myself. they should have had caitlyn realize marcus is corrupt and berate him/point it out/ANYTHING. vi, who somehow HASNT made it off the bridge yet (even though she was at the other end of the bridge and a while ago), hears the gunshot and starts running. then jinx triggers the bomb attack. vi DOESNT make it to the end of the bridge BEFORE the bomb attack - she isnt hurt in any way. jinx starts walking towards the carnage, and kills any enforcer showing signs of life, walks up to where ekkos body is, picks up the hexgem. she sees vi and caitlyn (from far away mind you) and shoots at them. ekko shows up from behind, takes back the hexgem, disarms pow-pow, gives the gem to caitlyn and vi to give to piltover. then the incredible fight sequence happens (apparently around the middle of the bridge). Vi hears the final bomb go off and looks back in pure fear (she most likely assumes theyre dead? or injured). sorry for the long plot recap, i just think its important LOL.

the most common criticism is - how does jinx know which bridge to wait on? and lets be real, this can go even further - its just coincidence that caitlyn and ekko choose the bridge that marcus is on? this is so easy to fix, im not sure why it wasnt. in episode1 we see that the bridges can be pulled up, and that there are more than one (ZnP are huge, they definitely need more than one bridge, so we cant argue that that specific bridge is the only one). if piltover is doing a blockade, you would think that the easiest way to enforce this is to bring up the bridges, and keep one down (some people still need to get across) while heavily monitoring it. but in the background we can see the other bridges are NOT lifted up. i feel like this would have been interesting worldbuilding and yet another symbolic layer of piltovers control over the two cities - THEY decide when to life up the bridges; PILTOVER can control who gets across and when. in a way piltover is getting more and more afraid of zaun 'burning the bridges' between them, escalating the tension.

now i already pointed this out in the plot recap - HOW is Vi still close enough to hear the gunshot? how is she still on the freaking bridge in the first place? was she walking at a snails pace? again this is so easily fixable and the scene could have been even more layered - we watched another heavily important scene with vi on the bridge with vander all the way in episode2. imagine if before caitlyn and ekko walk ALL the way to the other end of the bridge, vi took a moment to look at the mural that she and vander visited. even if its just her stopping to look at it for just a second, this would both explain plot-wise how shes close enough to hear the gunshot, and it would help set up why she tries to work with the piltover council in ep8 - her father, who she was heavily inspired by, worked WITH an enforcer.

okay i have no issues with vi running on the bridge, and making it to the other end AFTER jinxs firelight bomb attack. jinx most likely saw Vi running back, and immediately set the attack in motion to blow up before vi gets there, as to not injure her sister.

so this to me is the most obvious handwaving aspect of the plot here - how does jinx kill enforcers when there were no enforcers behind caitlyn and ekko? did they run around during the attack? if so how arent there any other survivors that run in the other direction, away from the bombs and then out of jinxs line of sight? how do caitlyn and ekko survive? obviously on one hand they are main characters so they need to survive for plot+thematic reasons. yet the fact that we arent shown/allowed to understand from a logical standpoint why theyre alive cheapens the overall tension of the scene. its something thats always bugged me, especially since they use the scene of jinx shooting (and looking away while shooting) an injured enforcer as a reason why she gets there a little bit after Vi.

So lets consider this - ekko gets shot, falls down behind where he was standing+where caitlyn was standing. that means that hes got to be incredibly close to where caitlyn is lying injured (we can tell she doesnt move much because of where the huge light is in relation to her). So when Jinx is slowly making her way to caitlyns end of the bridge, why doesnt she at all take notice of ekko when she takes the hexgem? I can believe that he would 'play dead', esp after the firelight bomb attack. but that means that she say him, didnt think anything at all, then took the hexgem bag. NO acknowledgement of him (i dont mean 'she needs to be sad', but i feel like jinx would at least make a 'dont have to think about this guy attacking me anymore' kinda face). So IF thats what happens (ekko plays dead) how does ekko go from behind jinx to behind caitlyn and vi?

the other possibility is that ekko WASNT playing dead - he already made it BEHIND caitlyn and Vi, waiting for them to join him towards piltover, then attacks jinx when she fires pow-pow at them. but then.. why does he leave the hexgem bag where jinx could obviously easily attain it? logically speaking none of it really makes any sense, so when ekko shows up from inbetween caitlyn and vi, its just a cool-looking moment, not a moment where his character shines, bcs we dont understand what hes done to get to that place.

this will be explored more in another post, but why doesnt vi say literally fucking anything? genuinely to me this is just so that the 'plot' can happen, even though if she DID say something, jinx still would have a 'shoot them all' moment with pow-pow, thus the plot still would happen. instead of the audience thinking 'noo their circumstances and their inability to understand each other is stopping them from truly reuniting', its more like 'why the hell is vi just staring.' she could say literally anything 'i WAS coming back for her; im not leaving again etc' and YES we understand shes desperate, so shes just saying these things, BUT it would make more sense that just 👁👁.

After ekko shows up, gets rid of pow-pow, and returns to caitlyn and vi to tell them to leave with the hex gem (that he doesnt even check btw; but to me this isnt a big issue, hes obviously busy thinking about other things) why doesnt jinx just shoot at them? what is stopping her? the hexgem is hard to destroy, she would know this from studying it in act2, so if shes now alright with shooting at vi, and obviously wants to kill caitlyn and doesnt mind killing ekko, why doesnt she just throw a bomb at them? or use zapper? her goal here is to get back the hexgem, so she can finish the weapon. she has a gun. why doesnt she use it? instead she just waits around until ekko starts the next fight. again this could so easily be fixed - have her fall after ekko gets rid of pow-pow or smth and have her slowly get back up in time for ekko to start the music video fight.

anyways the other area that i feel like is rly rly weak would be the overall arcs of mel, viktor and jayce - theyre just rly wishy washy. its still rly good, but i feel like theyre not as thought thru as the act2 arcs. however i DONT think im good enough at analyzing things to really tackle this. maybe i will share some videos/posts that i thought did a good job looking at these characters in act3..

the vi and jinx posts i will make later on - for them i want to actually do a good job analyzing their arcs.

Hopefully this post isnt utter garbage and completely unreadable... feel free to discuss ur own opinions in the replies etc!! <3333

[paintcrab]

Stargazing + Garden (mageliens story)

just a short one, for now! comments & rambles help me write this series, since I don’t have as many ideas for it

contains: living weapon, rescued whumpee, young canine whumpee, and as much softness as I can fit

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Shale looks at the stars. There’s so many of them, up here, and it can sit out of the way of the blinking lights and switches and dials.

The blinking lights are like stars too, but….

Looking back at the stars, it notices a trail of blue and red lights blinking. Tips its head.

“That’s a ship.”

It startles off the counter. Claws scrabbling at it, it tries to get back up, but only manages to pull a tangle of blanket and pillow down.

“Here,” they say, pulling the blanket free. Two of their—he’s one of the tentacle ones—two of his arms have lines on them, and are longer than the others.

‘They’re stretchmarks,’ he telepaths. ‘From healing spells, so they’d grow back faster.’

“My name is Mango.”

“The Weapon has been given the name Shale,” it says, picking up the pillow with its secondary arms and hopping back up. Is it permitted to share its name?

It isn’t sure, but this is Captain Edgar’s ship, and everyone on it belongs to him.

If he allows it to have a name, no one can revoke it.

“Ships are required to have a specific set of lights, so they’re easier to spot. Even if the radio doesn’t work, or if the ship’s crew is all humans, you should be able to spot it.”

“Human, sir?”

“Like the Captain, or Doctor Gabriel. They don’t have a drop of mana, so they can’t scan for life or be seen on life scans. They’re immune to it.”

It will never be strong enough to crack open Captain Edgar’s mind, but he will never be able to read its. Ever.

It looks back at the stars. Edg—Captain Edgar brought it a fluffy blanket, cleared a spot no one was using, and let it watch the stars instead of making it stand at his side while he works.

Why? It isn’t training, it’s the opposite of a punishment, and it isn’t like it’s a test. He doesn’t—

“Kid?”

It looks up.

“Did you have fun stargazing?”

“The Wea—I learned about ship light regulations, sir.”

Edgar looks at the kid. Looks at Mango. Looks back at the kid. “That’s nice. Now, do you want to visit the garden or the gym?”

Visible hesitation. He forgot the garden during the tour, but Shale might like the plants. And the little critters that are necessary to maintain the environment. It’s more like a giant terrarium or a little wildlife area than a garden, really.

“What is a garden, sir?”

“It’s a place full of plants. On this ship, it’s like a little forest. Might be a nice way to get you used to being on-planet.”

Opening the door, he watches it sniff at the air. It tips its head, buzzing like a beehive.

Plants. The kid has never seen plants before. Has never seen moss. Has never heard birdsong.

It digs its claws into the dirt, stretches, stops at every plant just to look at it, and stares at a moss covered rock for a long moment.

It runs. He doesn’t try to keep up, just watches it race past him, running in loops until it crawls back, panting heavily, and sinks its body into the mud at his feet.

“I’m going to read, kid. You aren’t on a time limit, and you can visit this place whenever you want.” Mel fixed the issue with its profile (the one where he and Dr Gabriel both made one) so its tag is functional, and its keycard is low priority.

It curls up on his lap while he reads.

His lap ends up covered in mud.

It gets a nice, warm bath to get all the mud out. Leans into the touch, just slightly, while he works the soap into its fur.

Accepts the peanut butter bites he offers it before lunch.

•••

Story Masterpost

[manonamora-if]

It is once more Sunday!! I am also kinda taking off this weekend because breaks are important! But I've still done stuff!

Just some small stuff. MelS is about 1/3rd through the document. I don't think I'll get it back next week, but maybe the week after that.

I've also done some clean up in our documents for when we revisit the previous chapters after the writing of the story is complete. No major changes will happen in the story, just ensuring hints are there and the style is consistent throughout the chapters (since we had long breaks between chapters). Through this, I've noticed a few spots where the coding could be a tad more organised.

I've mainly worked on TRNT at the start of the week, but still have things to share.

First, the OG parser will stay in the game. I'll provide a walkthrough of each ending, as well as a command accepted for each action in each passage.

Second, the hyperlink version (click on the words) has been drafted. There are actions I am still not sure how I'll code, but that's future me's problem. Also, it won't be completed until the Revamped Parser version is done.

So, third, the Revamped version. I have untangled some of the spaghetti code and managed to solve some issues already (mainly the navigation between rooms. Things to look forward to with this new version:

a Map of the story (it will be small, but still), unsure yet if in-game or as a downloadable piece.

a Walkthrough (probably both in-game and downloadable)

better Hints/Help throughout the game, especially in terms of commands

and better Commands period (I've done away with the name thing)

There's quite a bit of work left with this (So Many TO-DO's in the code... ;-;) but a potential update by the end of the month seems possible?

Depending on time, I may be able to include more actions/codex/story. Or not...

I woke up chaotic earlier this week and made a poll. You will be getting a character creator template....

....

in two parts.

I've gone a bit overboard with the level of characterisation (seriously the list of traits and stuff is a full page long...) and coding all of it is taking me a bit more time than I though it would (yay me and my sense of time management...).

This first version of the template will only include examples and some tips (and comments in the code). A follow up update will include a fake playthrough (and potential fixes).

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I'm also going to be moving the Tweego Template to its own page next week (will still be available, just a different link), so the guide can be "playable" as well. As well as making a copy of all templates on my GitHub as a copy.

Ooooh quite a bit of things here!

It took me about 7 months and almost 300 reviews but I've made it to the front page of the IFDB! Top 4 reviewers! Next... the actual podium :P (First spot is probably impossible. I'd need 3000+ reviews to get there...)

But really, I'm going to play more IF and review them. I'd like to (re)play more French ones especially. And I have a few BareBones review to wrap up as well. Check @manonamora-if-reviews for that!

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I've been slowly but surely migrating old logs on a new platform for safe keeping. I'm almost done with 2021 for @manonamora-if (I need to check the old CRWL ones from @crimsonroseandwhitelily, currently privatted). I'm including game announcements (in their most current form) there as well.

I still have 2 full years of dev logs, random thoughts, announcements, and post-mortems to include there (as well as post-mortems I forgot to write). Some short logs will be merged together and have their grammar tweaked a bit (because oh boi are they bad...).

But, when this is complete, I'll probably be more active on the blogs with reblogs here.

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Toodalooo!

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

day 8: haikyuu boys building a snowman ☃️

a/n: somethings wrong with my blog and i’m trying not to be sad about it :’/// tumblr support pls pull through edit: ITS FIXED

back to event masterlist!

includes: tendou, ushijima, bokuto, miya twins, kita

tendou:

idk but something about him refuses to be normal???

he makes his snowman upside down???

he puts the largest ball of snow on top while the stick arms go from the middle ball to the ground

he makes it look like the snowman is doing a handstand pls

tendou goes really simple with the face too, just using two rocks and and a stick broken into three pieces to form a mouth like :D

pls he adds stick legs that poke out too so the snowman’s really just outstretched and excited-looking

the kids at the park come by to approach his creation

“he’s upside down! that’s so cool!” they cry out, eyes wide in fascination

he winds up staying extra long at the park to help kids build their own 🥺

ushijima:

i feel like he kind of got dragged to the park by tendou

he helps with tendou’s snowman if he needs it

but wakatoshi brings this little extra thing he’s had since he was a kid

and it’s one of those snow duck molders

PLS imagine this 6 foot something man squatting down in the snow to make little ducks i-

he’s so precise with it

the kids at the park also enjoy this and he winds up making one for most of them

not people later on finding this army of ducks in the middle of the park 😩🤚🏽

anyways tendou and ushijima best bros

bokuto:

was a little late to the snowman game

but he also didn’t want to miss out on something everyone else did

he starts making his two days after it snowed so there’s kind of just dirty snow left

yk the mushy and dirty snow

HIS COMES OUT LOWKEY SCARY PLSS

the snow around the eyes is somehow dark so they eye sockets look spooky and not merry

also tried to form a smile with the hot chocolate he had and the mouth just looks garbled

a kid sees it and kind of rushes away

he didn’t pay attention until another kid comes by, sees the damn thing, and starts crying to their mom 💀

PLS our baby bokuto gets so emo

he just wanted try what ushijima and tendou did

calls akaashi to pick him up and unfortunately akaashi cannot lie about how it looks

the only thing akaashi can come up with is to build another snowman together, even though this one winds up much smaller

miya twins:

i’ve been having fun writing about them together recently hehe

another two who also refuse to be normal

their particular goal this year is to build an abnormally large snowman

PLS the base alone is like five feet wide and five feet tall

they gotta roll the snowballs together because it’s so damn heavy

best believe they bicker during this even though they came up with this together

“‘samu yer not even helping me push-”

“shut up, yer talkin’ more than yer pushin!”

someone probably lands on their ass in the snow before this gets completed ngl

they also gotta ask kita for help at some point to actually lift the torso of the snowman bc it’s just heavy as heck

luckily the head of the snowman is possible to lift but the tip of the torso is too high to reach

so as big-brained individuals, atsumu gets osamu to go on his shoulders for the extra height

kita know this is a bad idea

these two idiots fall over backwards first and they gotta re-roll the head

“atsumu ya gotta keep steady!”

“‘ts hard keepin’ steady when yer ass is so heavy!”

with extra (needed) assistance they finally get the damn thing on top

kita also told them to add the facial features before putting it on top to make their lives easier

finally, they use these thicc branches for the arms and these stones the size of their fists for the buttons

the snowman is menacingly large pls and the twins high-five at the end like they didn’t almost kill each other making it

ofc they get a final picture with one twin on either side, both holding a thumb up

it stands in the neighborhood park for two weeks bc it takes so long to melt

winds up on a lot of people’s social media lmao

kita:

okay here comes my best boy kita agenda

while the twins goof off, he figures there’s nothing else to do so he embarks on his own snowman journey

actually makes it like a normal person

he rolls the base around 2 feet, and forms the torso and head accordingly

it’s pretty simple

he gets sticks for the arms and he makes the facial expression with sticks too, making his snowman wink

it’s very cute (like him)

he also makes a top hat out of snow

the twins are totally not jealous

takes a selfie with his creation to show his grandma later 🥺 (somehow he got the twins bickering in the background)

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Cozy Little Horrors, WIP re-intro

Laugh in the face of all that is ridiculous, even if it's called holy. Smile without minding your fangs. Your only job here is to figure out who you are without destroying the world. Believe me, it's harder than it sounds.

The basics:

Title: Cozy Little Horrors

Genre: rural fantasy, comedy, coming-of-age

Genre category: Y/A, N/A

Type: a collection of short stories.

Themes/Tropes: found family, self-discovery, the bad of both extremes, winning against all odds, a group of misfits against the world.

The premise:

Magefolk - magical humans and creatures - have lived among humans for all of history, at times openly, at times in secret.

In the present day, two powerful but very untraditional vampires start an academy for those who need guidance with their powers but don't have anyone to teach them, those who are labeled as monsters. This unique establishment is targeted both by the Order, a group of humans who want to rid the earth of all magefolk, and the Night, an organization of magefolk who want to keep their race clean of the outcasts and the unwanted.

But it seems that the honor of destroying the Academy might go to the students, seeing how unauthorized demon-summoning, time-traveling, and raising of undead armies is a typical Wednesday here. Will anyone survive to see the graduation?

Follow the all-fun, logic-free adventures of the Academy with:

The principals:

Lev and Evgeny Krasnomishkovs, the vampire QPR couple that founded and run the Academy. They try their best. They mostly fail.

The teachers:

Bylur, A lowkey ice giant. A no-nonsense bi lady. Can be impressed by axes. Cannot be impressed by students.

Elin, a genderfluid necromancer. The most chill person to ever walk the earth, they can be either the solution to the current disaster or its cause.

Arthur Wen, he/him agender, a weremonkey and magician. The one to search for potential students and bring them to the academy. Friendly but deadly.

Luis, an undead ex-member of the Order. Pretty hostile at first but eventually grows to love his adopted monster kids students. Cis guy, gay.

Angelica, a time-traveler, is a disorganized mess of a person, who, in all honesty, shouldn't be trusted with time travel. Had to be resurrected so many times she now has a special discount from Elin.

Nira, a demigoddess, with the powers of healing and restoration. Yes, she is also the one to heal the injured and fix the academy up. Yes, she doesn't remember what sleep is.

The students:

Pat (the name Patricia is banned), a rebellious werelizard with a heart of probably stolen gold. Ace, pan.

Mike, a lively and carefree ghost demiboy. Not the one to cause trouble by himself but is extremely easily peer-pressured.

Diego, a pan wind-magic wizard, and weresnake. Quiet and serious, he likes hanging out with his disaster friends and consequently gets dragged into trouble.

Katya, a trans girl, and a cheerful and deeply mischievous forest spirit's descendant.

Many others (this is getting too long)

Other information:

Posted parts:

The gays: unburied (999 words)

Welcome Back (2382 words)

Fur, Fire & Feathers pt 1. (2606 words)

Fur, Fire & Feathers pt. 2 (3474 words)

Tag: cozy little horrors

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give me Mel & Heid for gif #9 for the meme, please? :)

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send  me  a  PAIR  OF  MUSES  +  A  NUMBER  &  i’ll  write  a  starter  for  them.  gif  icon  credits  go  here  ,   here   ,  here   &   here.  only  collected  them  for  this  meme.   discretion  is  advised. (no longer accepting)

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the lights are aflicker and he'd find himself wondering for another (certainly not the last) time whether maintenance would ever actually get on fixing it. problem is - broken lights means a dodgy camera. look back over any footage and you'd see nought but an office floor flashing on and off. perhaps fitting for the time of year but not something so practical when it comes to security -

he's eyeing the 'sky' above (the tiled ceiling in all of its wonder) with a thinking man's expression. curious as to how much one can get away with when the camera's aren't looking. mind wondering when it comes to all of the dark and dangerous things that the employees get up to at night. oh, he's had his fair share of mischief. when the lights were off; one could breathe (pant, yelp, cry and moan-)

with another flicker of black comes the dash of his eyes from just short of his office door to her desk. late at night and yet she's still here. typing away, hair pinned but strands loosened around her face - her features illuminated by a small light on her desk (one that actually works). between a few more flashes of the strobes above; he can see her turn, smile. her blouse fits her well - the straps of her undergarment, a tease between skin and silk as her sleeve seems to infrequently slide free of her shoulder. around her waist, a figure-hugging skirt. the sort he likes her to wear, the sort that shows off her legs.

perhaps she'd seen him looking?

amidst the light that beats on and off like the drum of a heartbeat, she'd see him move forth toward her. catch his gaze as he wonders closer to her desk, as he leans over her with a smile - teeth, sharp when a hand stretches out and shuts the laptop in front of her to a close.

"working into the night, are we-" he breathes, his body so close to hers. his head over her shoulder and his gaze looking down. every snap of light, a wet on his lips at the sight of skin illuminated. she's wearing that lingerie he likes - the one with the flowers (marigolds, are they?) does she know he likes it? does she wear her skirt an inch higher up her thigh because she's seen him look? or merely is it in a man's mind that he finds himself so tantalised by the simple things?

after-all ; he's a married man. everything they've had until now has been a fumble. a heated (literally) fray in the elevator, a press of lips in a hotel room. it's all so sneaky. all so devious. but perhaps that's one of the things that keeps them coming back. the crimes that they commit. the sin of it. a sin that belongs to darkness - a sin that, for now, will have at least some light shed unto it. a flicker, at least.

his breathy words become a purr against her ear; the general closer. his lips plump on her helix, his words a whisper.

"you really can't help but spend the evening with me, hm-" his smile remains, his notion a tease that gets the reaction he wants. a turn of her head and curl of her lips, eyelashes that bat his charms back at him. the slightest twinge of her body into his; the subtlest of movements that say 'come on, then'.

and with that comes a hand of his around her waist; four fingers and a thumb over the silk of her blouse. an embrace that pulls her close to him - has her close enough that she'd feel the hard press of his muscles against her back. the general's shirt already loosened - his tie, already free of his neck. no restriction to clench the air from his throat; not when seeing her already has him so breathless.

with words comes the press of his lips on her neck. a hungry kiss he's found himself starved of. affection shared between them reserved for moments like this. moment's when they can be beneath a veil of dark; hide within its (and each others) embrace.

the hand that sits against silk slides downward - the zipper of her skirt caught in between his finger and his thumb. the same hand slipping behind skirt and then onto her panties. lace catches the tips of his grip - a familiar heat he's found himself pining for. their lust is a flame he can't quite quell; its heat, the warmth he so craves.

"i've been thinking about this all day-" he purrs "but you know that already, don't you?"

the thought of their affair has him lose a breath - the danger between his fingers as he presses his hand between her legs. caresses her panties with a firm touch; movement slow, teasing - but hard enough to have her gasp.

leaning his body into hers, he follows words with kisses down her neck - small strokes of his lips to her skin. her taste, something he's craved. his desperation not so eager but instead - ravenous. a flurry of pecks because he can't keep his lips from her skin. he wants to taste her - to mark her (and fuck, he would - were their rendezvous not such a secret).

the lights again flicker above and with a flash comes the firmness of his hand - arm curled around her to hold her in place, kisses harder now. never hard enough to mar, mind you (the restriction only exciting him further). "i have to stop myself-" he pines, purrs the words with the low grizzle she'd be so used to by now. his hand continues to move, those fingers that tease her warmth. "from fucking you right here-" his breaths catch between the words; conviction becoming a light press of his fangs to her skin. a tongue that lavishes what he can't quite have. he thrusts himself closer, holds her tighter, pushes inward with the circular motion of his hand - kisses her so much he hopes he'll be tasting her still for weeks from now.

"cum for me-" he softly grinds hips against her own, responds to the tease of his own fingers with lips that worship her skin. "you think-" he teases "the cameras-" the lights flicker "can see this?" his voice radiates his excitement, the roll of his and her hips - a motion that begs for more. "think they'll catch us?" and with that, the flow of his fingers presses harder - has her creasing over with the loss of a breath; gasps and moans and words bitten down between her teeth. with her whine, he turns her to face him - grabs her face with his free hand and kisses her hard. savours her lips as if he's never tasted them before - holds her in his arms as if he'd never let go.

it's passionate and it's scandalous and it's everything he wants and more-

[naazaif327]

I think this is one of the first times I’m actually interested in the canonical line of a male character calling his close friend “like a brother to me”, like I genuinely think the dynamic of Viktor-Jayce-Mel is more interesting if Viktor and Jayce aren’t romantically involved. 

Its interesting to imagine Viktor being attracted to Jayce, this idealized version of everything Viktor could have been if he had been born in the right place to the right family; and in the other direction, Jayce desperately wants to take care of Viktor and keep him healthy and happy, but its never enough, both because he couldn’t fix the structural/political issues that led to Viktor’s sickness and also because he couldn’t love Viktor the way Viktor loves him. 

Mel sees something similar in Jayce as Viktor does, but from the opposite direction; here was someone just as smart as her, but without the expectation of perfection required of someone of her status. Jayce is from a lower house, and so his rise to greatness makes him the pride of his family, while her own monumental success still wasn’t enough for her already powerful family. She sees potential in him to do monumental things, to write his name in the stars, and she also sees the naive kindness and wonder in his eyes, the lack of worldly cynicism despite the fact that he’s also been through hardships. Just like Viktor, I think she sees an idealized version of herself within him.

In the end though, its Mel who Jayce falls for instead of Viktor, mirroring his choice to back Piltover over Zaun in order to further his goals. He authorizes more policing on anyone trying to rise up from the undercity, thus making it that much harder for people like Viktor to have a better life above the strangling smog and decay. We’ll see how Act III goes, but for now it seems like Jayce’s choice has been made, in every sense.

[seanfalco]

The Great Death Defying Nathan Young | Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k Warning(s): Suggestive language, Blood, Character Death (but it’s Nathan, so he’s okay)

Summary: Becoming a Vegas magician’s personal assistant, you get more than you bargained for when you find out the hard way that the magic is actually real, and so are your feelings.

a/n: Dedicated to @midnightseance / @imagine-you for our one year friendaversary!  You were the one to inspire this fic with your ideas after all lol.  Thank you Mel for being such an amazing friend and writing partner.  I love you to bits!  (To bits, I say!)

“This your first day?” the woman with the clipboard and headset next to you asked, startling you. Tearing your eyes from the stage, you nodded.

“I’m [y/n],” you introduced, shaking the woman’s hand as she checked her clipboard.

“I’m Deb. Ah, yes, here you are,” she said, looking back up at you. “You’ll be shadowing me today,” she explained. “Apparently Mr. Young needs more than one personal assistant,” she added under her breath.

“What’s he like?” you asked as you fell into step with the woman.

“A giant pain in my ass,” she grumbled with a twist of her lips. “Everyday its something else: ‘I’m hungry, fetch me some more cornettos’, ‘get Marnie a new pair of lingerie, you know th’kind I like’, ‘I need more condoms’,” she exclaimed in a poor imitation of an Irish accent.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, your brows rising in surprise. You were starting to get a better picture of what this Nathan Young you were going to be working for was like and he seemed like a bit of a prick.

——

——

“Mr. Young,” Deb called through the door to his dressing room after knocking several times with no answer. “Mr. Young!” she tried again, louder this time.

“What? Jay-sus, come on in!”

Deb rolled her eyes as she opened the door and you got your first look at ‘The Great Nathan Young’. Sprawled back in a rather grandiose throne-like chair, one long leg thrown over the arm rest, he wore naught but a half open silk robe tied loosely at the waist and a long silver chair round his neck that glittered against his bare chest.

Sporting a dashing goatee and dark wavy locks that framed his face, his dark limned emerald eyes unabashedly looked you up and down, openly checking you out with a small quirk to his lips.

“And who’re you?” he asked, his lilting accent taking you by surprise. It was nothing like how Deb had impersonated.

“This is [y/n], she’s your new assistant,” Deb introduced, sounding bored as she looked disdainfully around his messy dressing room.

“New assistant? I thought I was your assistant!” the dark haired girl you’d seen on stage earlier exclaimed, her voice a rather grating whine.

“What? No, sweetheart,” Nathan soothed, pulling her into his lap. “She’s my new personal assistant, you’re my magical assistant,” he explained and the girl ‘ohhhh’d’ in understanding, letting out a high pitched giggle.

“Well, that’s a relief,” she exclaimed. “I thought you were gettin’ rid of me for a moment there.”

You noticed Deb roll her eyes again and fought the urge yourself.

“Alright, well, if you don’t need anything—” Before she could finish, Marnie spoke up, cutting her off.

“Actually, I’d like a coffee!”

“Oooh, and I’ll have a soda, and a sandwich,” Nathan added.

Ushering you out of the room before the two could asked for anything else, Deb grumbled under her breath, showing you where the food cart was and how to make Marnie’s coffee the way she like it, with extra sugar.

——

You’d only been on the job a handful of days, but you had to admit it was kind of exciting, despite Nathan’s constant demanding whims. Standing off to the side to watch that night’s rehearsal, you couldn’t help but marvel at how real it all looked.

“Marnie! Stop stop stop!” Nathan cried, frustration lacing his voice as he stopped the production to chastise his partner for about the third time.

“What now?” Marnie exclaimed with a huff, crossing her arms petulantly over her chest.

“You’re not hitting your mark!” Nathan groaned, gesturing to the taped off X on the middle of the stage. “How am I s’posed t’make yeh disappear if y’don’t hit your mark?”

“I don’t know! Does it really matter that much?”

This wasn’t the first time they’d ended up in a shouting match either. It seemed over the past few days, since you’d started, there’d been trouble in paradise, the two constantly picking at one another.

“I need a break, I’m gettin’ a fuckin’ headache,” Nathan groaned, walking off the stage and you hurried after him.

“Can I get you anything?” you asked and Nathan pulled his hand from his face to look up at you.

“An aspirin?” he asked, a pathetic note to his voice before covering his eyes again as he slumped back in his chair. Shaking your head ruefully, you went to go grab a bottled water and some aspirin, holding them out to him.

“Here y’go, drink up,” you prompted, watching him pop the pills in his mouth and down them with a swig of water.

“Thanks,” he muttered, eyeing you askance and you smiled— it was probably the first time he’d actually thanked you for anything.

“No problem,” you murmured. “Can I ask you something?” you wondered after a moment, your curiosity getting the better of you. You knew he was probably going to tell you “a magician never reveals his secrets” or some other bullshit line, but you had to ask anyway.

“Hmm?” Nathan prompted, his eyes still closed.

“How do you make it all look so real?” you asked, a hint of awe in your voice and Nathan’s eyes opened as he straightened, fixing you with a smirk.

“That’s because it is all real,” he exclaimed grandly.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes. “Alright, keep your secrets then.”

“I’m serious!” Nathan insisted. He looked like he was gunna say more until the production manager called him back to the stage and he let out a heavy sigh, pushing out of his chair. “I’d love t’stay and chat, but duty calls,” he muttered, spreading his hands apologetically.

“Oh, but first… this is for you,” he said, stopping suddenly to turn, and with a flourish he held out a single red rose to you. “I didn’t know what your favourite flower was… or really how t’make anythin’ that isn’t a rose so…” he trailed off with a shrug and you took the flower, watching him walk to the stage in awe.

Turning, you found Deb watching you, rolling her eyes at the grin you quickly wiped off your face. However, once she left, you smiled to yourself, tucking the flower behind your ear.

Busying yourself with rearranging Nathan’s wardrobe rack, you lost track of what was happening on stage until an angry shriek filled your ears and you jumped, your head snapping up. Before you knew what had happened, Marnie was pushing past you, nearly knocking you over in her haste, Nathan hot on her heels.

“No, I’m done!” she exclaimed, stomping her foot in consternation.

“But Marnie, baby, c’mon!” Nathan pleaded, rushing past to follow her to his dressing room.

“You better go after them,” Deb groaned, running her hand down her face.

Not exactly wanting to eavesdrop, it was kind of unavoidable, however, as you stood outside the open door. Marnie was throwing her clothes into a suitcase in a huff.

“I can’t do this anymore! You said it was gunna be a cakewalk, but you lied!” she cried hysterically, her already nasally voice raising an octave.

“What am I s’posed t’do without you?” Nathan countered, trying to get her to stop.

“I dunno, get another assistant! How about her?” Marnie pointed at you, having caught sight of you standing by the door. “I’ve seen you flirtin’ with her!”

Nathan grimaced as he caught your eye, the rose he’d given you still tucked in your hair and you flashed him an apologetic look. “Marnie—” he tried again, but she brushed past him, her bags in hand.

“No, Nathan, we’re through. Don’t follow me!”

“You’ll be sorry!” he yelled after her before sweeping dramatically back into his dressing room. “Well, y’comin’ in or not?” he called when you hesitated.

“What, uhm, what was all that about?” you asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind you. Nathan already had a bottle in his hand and when he turned to face you, plopping down in his chair your brows rose in surprise.

Instead of the long hair you’d come to recognize on him he sported a mess of dark springy curls piled atop his head, and his facial hair was nowhere to be found, making him look nearly ten years younger.

“Oh, who knows? She’s always been fickle, but who needs her, right?” Nathan replied with bravado, waving his hand as he brought the bottle back to his lips.

“You-your face… you look—” you floundered and Nathan snorted.

“Different?” he scoffed, snorting. “Yeah, well, it’s fake.”

“But you said…”

Giving you a patient look as he sat up, he seemed to find your shock amusing. “Th’magic is real, but my appearance ain’t,” he explained. “I mean, clearly, I’m gorgeous, but d’yeh think anyone would pay t’see ‘The Great Nathan Young’ if I looked like this?” he asked, gesturing to his face.

“I dunno, probably. I think y’look better this way,” you added with a shrug, your words taking him aback and he gaped at you. “So, what’re you gunna do now?” you asked, quickly changing the subject, your face starting to warm at your admission.

Groaning, Nathan deflated in his chair. “I’ll have t’find another assistant t’take Marnie’s place, and fast, opening night is tomorrow and if we have to postpone… it’ll be a disaster.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it?” you asked, trying to lift his spirits, but he merely gave you a flat stare before burying his face in his hands.

“I’ve got a lot riding on this show, if it flops... As a kid, all I ever wanted was t’be a magician and this show is my big break. I guess I could always go back t’do card tricks in casinos...” he sighed, the sadness in his voice tugging at your heart.

Trying to think of something to say, you awkwardly patted his shoulder, jumping when he suddenly sat up, his gaze lifting to you and you didn’t like the appraising way he looked at you.

“What…?” you asked hesitantly, although you could already guess what he was thinking.

“You could be my new assistant!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “You’re already familiar with the show and—”

“Oh, no no no,” you quickly protested, holding your hands up.

“Oh c’mon! You’d look stunning, and you’d be savin’ th’show,” Nathan argued. “D’you want me t’beg?” he asked, promptly dropping to his knees at your feet, only making your face flare hotter.

“That’s not—”

Before you could finish, he’d taken your hands in his as he gazed up at you entreatingly, his gorgeous green eyes getting the better of you.

“Alright, fine, but Deb’s gunna be pissed,” you groaned.

Instantly Nathan’s demeanor brightened, a grin stretching his face. “Leave that crusty old bat t’me,” he exclaimed, waving the thought away as he leapt to his feet, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you’d even realized it. “C’mon, we better get you into costume, we have a rehearsal t’finish!

——

As you’d feared, Deb was not happy about this new development, leaving her once again to Nathan’s whims as his main personal assistant, and grumbling under her breath, she led you to wardrobe.

“Let’s see how long you last!” she exclaimed as she left you to change. Holding up your costume, you eyed the scanty sequined outfit with reluctance. Sighing, you pulled the costume on and inspected yourself in the mirror. Though you weren’t usually very comfortable wearing something so revealing, you found yourself looking forward to Nathan’s reaction, touching your cheek where he’d kissed you.

“Wow!” he breathed, left stunned for a moment as his mouth fell open, his gaze taking you in. It wasn’t long, however, for his cocky demeanor to return, and he let out a low whistle before flashing you a cheeky smirk.

“See, told yeh you’d look amazin’,” he exclaimed, back in his wig and goatee, and you rolled your eyes; you really did like him better without that ridiculous get up.

Climbing up on stage with him, he walked you through each act and you were thankful you had at least some knowledge of what you were supposed to do after watching Marnie so many times. Up close and part of the action, the magic tricks seemed even more real and though you tried, you couldn’t quite figure out how he did it.

“Well, I think that went as well as can be hoped for,” the production manager exclaimed, a haggard look on his face. He, like Nathan, needed the show to go off without a hitch.

“Hey, you were great up there!” Nathan called, catching up to you as you headed back to the spare dressing room — yours, now — to change.

“Really?” you asked, kinda surprised; you’d felt like you’d just been fumbling your way through it.

“Yeah, you’re a natural,” he insisted, leaning against the wall next to your door and you rolled your eyes, fighting a pleased grin.

“So…” Nathan murmured, his gaze dropping as he leaned in closer, trailing his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Wanna come round t’mine tonight? I’ll help keep your mind off the pre-show jitters,” he offered.

For a moment you merely stared at him incredulously.

“We’ll get drunk, have a little fun—”

“I can’t believe you!” you exclaimed in disgust.

“What?” he asked, a confused frown pulling at his lips. “I’ve seen th’way you look at me when y’think on one’s watching. You want me,” he argued.

“So you think just because I took Marnie’s place that I’ll sleep with you too?”

“Yeah, why not? Y’know you want to,” Nathan countered.

Growling, you pushed past him into your dressing room. “And here I was starting to think you might not be a total prick!” You caught the surprised look on Nathan’s face before slamming the door in his face, and that at least made you feel a little better.

——

It was the night of the performance, opening night, and you felt like you were gunna be sick. You’d never done anything like this before. What if you fucked it up and ruined the show? Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you groaned, wishing you could relax when a knock at your door made you jump.

“C-come in!” he called, your voice wavering.

When Nathan’s head appeared around the door you directed him a flat stare. “What, you here to ask me for a quick shag before the show?” you sneered, trying not to think about how handsome he looked in his suit.

“No!” he exclaimed hastily, though he looked slightly guilty. “No, actually I just came t’check on you. I figured you might be a little nervous.”

“A little…” you admitted, your glare softening somewhat and Nathan offered you a smile.

“Just… don’t think about the audience. Focus on me,” he murmured. “You’re gunna do great,” he assured you before his eyes trailed downward and quickly back up. “You look stunning by the way,” he exclaimed, quickly ducking out the door before you could chuck something at him, leaving you flushed and slightly flustered.

“Prick,” you muttered under your breath, but the word held no heat.

Waiting in the wings, you felt stage fright wash over you afresh as you caught sight of how many people were in the audience. Your heart pounding in your ears, your breath sped up as your whole body felt rooted in place. How were you supposed to do this?

You have no speaking lines, you reminded yourself, taking a deep breath, then another. All you have to do is bring Nathan his props and look pretty. All you have to do is focus on him…

Suddenly the house lights dimmed and went dark, a hush going over the house.

“You ready?” Nathan’s voice in your ear sent a shiver through you, and you yelped softly as he pinched your ass. Before you could turn to smack him he disappeared with a flourish of the cloak he wore, appearing in the middle of the stage in a cloud of smoke for his grand entrance to a crescendo of music and applause.

For a moment you stared at where he’d been in surprise. You’d never been that close before when he did that, you always just assumed it was some sort of trick with a trap door, but now you weren’t so sure.

“Allow me to introduce t’you my very lovely assistant, [y/n]!”

Nathan’s lilting voice calling your name snapped you out of your thoughts and you nearly missed your cue, hurrying on stage to stand next to him, bowing low to the audience before hanging off his arm.

“Took your sweet time,” he whispered, his brows furrowing slightly. “Thought you got cold feet…”

“How’d you do that?” you hissed, still trying to wrap your head around it.

“I told you, it’s magic,” he replied with a smirk, turning back to address the audience. “For my first trick—”

After your first near miss, the rest of the show went off without a hitch and you were actually starting to enjoy yourself, thankful for the brightness of the lights overhead which kept you from really being able to see the audience that clearly.

“You ready for the big finale, sweetheart?” Nathan whispered, slipping his arm around you.

“I have a name, you know,” you reminded him, but there was no snap to your voice and he merely raised his eyebrows at you.

“Are y’ready for the big finale, [y/n]?” he amended, bringing a grin to your face though you tried to hide it.

“Yeah, I think so. Are you?” you asked. Even though you’d seen him perform this trick several times it still made you nervous.

“You know it,” he answered, a genuine smile splitting his face. “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were enjoying yourself,” he pointed out, nudging your arm.

“I am,” you admitted, hurrying back on stage before he could react.

——

“And now for my final performance of the night, I will be recreating a feat first done by Harry Houdini himself!” Nathan exclaimed grandly to the audience, throwing his arms wide. “Let’s see if I survive!”

“Please don’t say that,” you muttered, helping him shed his cape and fitting the straitjacket on him, securing his arms in place while dramatic music played.

“What, y’worried? I can do this in my sleep,” Nathan murmured, flexing his arms, testing his restraints.

“I’m not… worried,” you argued, stepping back to gesture toward Nathan with a flourish for the audience.

“You are, you’re worried bout me,” Nathan insisted, a smug grin on his lips. “I always knew you cared.”

Scoffing quietly, you didn’t contradict him as the hook descended from above.

“Now that I’m fully restrained, my lovely assistant is going to attach me to this hook where I will be suspended upside down over the stage while I attempt to free myself from my confines!”

The audience gasped.

“Good luck,” you murmured as you helped Nathan lay down on stage, attaching the hook to a rope tied round his ankles.

“I don’t need luck, I have magic, remember,” he countered, grinning coyly at you.

“Nathan—“ you sighed.

“Can I get a kiss for luck, if y’think I need it so badly?”

Rolling your eyes skyward, you bit your lip, bending over him to press your lips to his before pulling back.

“There, now I feel better,” he teased. “When I get back down will y’give me a proper kiss?” he asked as you gave the signal for him to be lifted.

“We’ll see,” you muttered, watching him as he slowly ascended into the air til he stopped, the spotlights training on him.

Holding your breath, you watching him struggle, squirming in the straitjacket, til just like the other times he’d practiced it, he finally freed one arm and then the other, wriggling out of the straitjacket and letting it fall with a thud to the stage below as the audience gasped.

It was when he fought to free himself from the ropes tying his feet together that it happened; he was reaching for the hook to hold onto when the last of the rope fell away too quickly.

You watched in horror as Nathan fell, his name on your lips, the scene unfolding as if in slow motion.

This was not how this was supposed to happen, but the audience didn’t seem to realize it wasn’t part of the show. As soon as he hit the ground at your feet with a sickening crunch, you fell to your knees at his side, a sob catching in your throat, time snapping back to normal even as the world around you felt muted, your pulse the only thing filling your ears.

The quickly spreading pool of blood beneath him had reached your knees now, but you didn’t care, pulling his lifeless body into your arms, stroking his curls away from his forehead, the glamour having faded away.

He’d been telling you the truth this whole time— it was all real...but so was this. How was he supposed to come back from this?

“Nathan, you idiot,” you sobbed, stroking his cheek. “Why’d you have to do something so foolishly dangerous? You should’ve been wearing a wire, just in case…”

You felt your tears fall hotly down your face, blurring your vision. “What am I supposed to do now? I was just starting to like you, you ass—”

“You were?”

At Nathan’s raspy voice, your eyes snapped open and your jaw fell as you found him watching you, a small grin playing at his pink lips which just moments ago had been alarmingly pale.

“Nathan, you’re—! How?” you gasped, quickly wiping at your eyes, blinking back your tears.

“Am I in heaven? Cause you must be th’hottest angel I’ve ever seen,” he joked, his lips twitching as his grin widened.

“Nathan!” you huffed, unamused, your lips quivering. “You fucking asshole, that wasn’t funny! You scared me half t’death!”

“Were you cryin’ over me?” he asked, tilting his head as he reached up to wipe at your damp cheeks. “Don’t cry, [y/n]. I’m alright,” he assured you, his gaze softening, touched at how much you cared.

“How-how did you do that?” you asked, thoughts of anything but the young man in your arms far away.

“Well, I’m immortal, so…” he shrugged as he sat up, wincing slightly.

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed, met with Nathan’s raised eyebrows.

“Is it? After everything else you’ve seen me do?”

“I guess not…” you conceded. “You’re still an ass though,” you exclaimed, helping him up to face the audience who applauded and cheered deafeningly.

“Yeah, but you still like me,” Nathan pointed out cheekily.

Opening your mouth to argue, you decided against it, too relieved that he was alive, that you had more time. Yanking him toward you, your mouths collided and he reacted instantly, his arms snaking around you as he dipped you low, kissing you back with a fervor that stole your breath, leaving you panting in his arms as he righted you.

“You wanna come back t’mine after the show?” he asked, watching you expectantly.

“Do you always go to these lengths to get laid?” you teased, even though you already knew your answer.

“Nope, you’re th’first I’ve died for,” he answered with a smirk that made you grin back. “Besides, I’m hopin’ it might be a little more than that,” he admitted as the curtain fell.

Searching his face for a moment you kissed him again. “I’d like that.”

———————

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[dierker]

my hopes of mifuyu being the one to rescue tsuruno are dwindling by the week, what with the anime being allergic to letting her do anything of import, or grant her a crumb of forgiveness the way they have for nemu or mitama. but heres why i think she would be a better fit thematically than felicia:

felicia and tsurunos interactions have been scant throughout the anime. felicias strongest bonds are with iroha - who was the first to reach out to feli and really let feli rely on her - and sana, who stuck with her in the wings of the magius. if we are going about this as if we never played the game and dont know about tsuruno basically being her older sister, this feels inappropriate. magireco dropped the found family motif at the beginning of this season, where the writing shifted to the Iroha and Yachiyo Variety Hour. so the bonds between the villas members - iroha and yachiyo being a notable exception - now feel superficial and secondary. now, i COULD see felicias worry for the future resonating with tsuruno, and i WILL be mostly satisfied if felicia is the one to get through to her, but *only* because im coming into it with knowledge from the game

mifuyu knows tsuruno. shes less optimistic about her fate and is weak willed compared to yachiyo. she knows that it was probably wrong to keep the truth about mel from tsuruno (lest we forget she was the only one not present for mels death and is probably super fucked up about it!!), she knows it stung for yachiyo to split the team and cease contact with tsuruno. shes better equipped to understand and resonate with tsurunos insecurities and fears. also, is it a coincidence that the last season 1 shot of tsuruno we see when yachiyo reaches out to her is... of tsuruno embracing mifuyu?

felicia is off the radar now, so is it possible shes gone to find mifuyu and make her hold true to her promise of rescuing tsuruno? if yachiyo wont give her the answers she wants, will she turn to another adult who she knows is a viable option to fix things? i also have to believe that sanas promise to take mifuyu back with them to mikazuki villa wont be dropped entirely, and that it will take the forgiveness and kindness of her youngest children for yachiyo to finally decide that shes ready to work towards forgiving mifuyu

like tsurumor said, chelation land is a place for people who "just cant give their best anymore," and mifuyu understands that better than any of them

but like i said magireco is allergic to giving mifuyu rights whether its in the game or the anime so we will see

[thatdorkyauthor]

See the world

Yhellow there, people who read my stories or those who pass by my stories by using the transformers #

I still don’t know if I’m using Tumblr correctly or not but I recently started on here and I came up with a new story apart from the one I’m writing now (Almost easy - Transformers x reader insert.) I would really like your opinion on if it would be anything good or worth reading. 

- I’ll be using She/her pronouns, but I wouldn’t mind to create multiple versions with he/him and they/them pronouns. - There will either be multiple endings with different love interests or just one without a love interest.  - (Y/n) would be William- and Sarah Lennox’s daughter (Son or kid if the other versions come out) - Multiple other characters will be added.  This wouldn’t be enough to describe or judge an entire story so I made a small teaser;  (Please let me know what you think in the comments/dm’s??). Again English isn’t my first language so my apologies for grammar and spelling mistakes. Have fun reading ^^

“I don’t want to drag you into this.” Rhys looked between her and the laptop with hesitation. He didn’t want to leave his friend behind, yet he knew that she was hiding something from him, something bigger than all of them. “I’ll be fine.” His blue eyes found her (e/c) ones, the sparkle that was lost days ago somehow found it’s way back again. He sighed before getting up, grabbing ahold of the hand that was on top of his shoulder a second ago. “Be careful.” He mumbled loud enough for her to hear before letting go of her hand. A last glance was shared between the two before he walked off, leaving the girl alone, unknownst to him to sign a contract with the devil.  ~ “I want to help you guys take down the autobots.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” (Y/n) looked down, avoiding any kind of eye contact, something that only managed to make the brunette girl in front of her more angry. “(Y/n) you’re my best friend and all, but you’re not in some kind of fanfiction, stop trying to be a fucking hero.” The teen could feel Melany’s stare pierce through her, if looks could kill, she’d be 6 feet underground by now. “I’m not-” She got cut off by hands being placed on her shoulder, making her look up by instinct. “You are, so stop. I- no we don’t want to lose you.” Melany wasn’t a fool, she knew the look in (Y/n)’s far too well, making her sigh. “Or let us help you.” Zackary’s mouth fell open as his eyes widened sharing a look with Wade, whose expression was similar to Zackary’s. “I’m sorry Mel, and no offense (Y/n)  but do you want to get us killed?!” 

~ “I started this alone because I don’t want to risk you guys getting harmed.” ~ “Then we’ll help from the side lines.”

“You seem like a soldier, who's lost his composure.” Brown eyes looked down at (Y/n), who was staring at the rocket standing at the docks “You shouldn’t have come here.” The metal being around the young teen wrapped itself tighter around her, as if it was protecting her. A smile appeared on her face. “Am I not allowed to say goodbye to the army’s cybertronic “friends”?'' The man fixed his stance, narrowing his eyes at the teenager. “Leave before anyone notices you’re here.” He turned around, walking back to his team, failing to notice the tears filling his daughters eyes. Blinking repeatedly (Y/n) tried to keep her act up. ~ “Just trust me!

”Blue optics followed her every move as (Y/n) stepped back slowly, her hands folded behind her back. “You sound like an old joke. You're worn out, a bit broken.” A frown made its way to the old bot’s face as he glared down at the being he saw as a pest. “Okay, fine. Very worn out and broken.” She corrected herself with a smile, if things would’ve been different and if she wasn’t in a life threatening situation she would’ve laughed at Sentinel's expression.

[bratkook]

queen of broken hearts. jjk (m) part two.

Block my posts and my stories, I’m sorry I can be annoying, I go ghost without warning.

part one. part three.

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: smut, heavy angst word count: 6k warnings: jungkook is still in lurv and oc is still a toxic bitch, mentions of infidelity, oral (m receiving), explicit photos being taken after said blowjob, jungkook cries a little but reverse uno cards oc ha author’s note: this was definitely not supposed to get a second part but for some reason i just couldn’t stop writing it so here it is. i might make a few more drabbles bc i like writing this toxic ass relationship but who knows lmk what u think byeeee

A frown is etched onto Jungkook’s face as he eyes his phone, his thumb constantly dragging the screen down until the loading circle appears and shows him the same screen thats been haunting him all day. 

No posts yet. 

That same line has him morbidly smiling to himself, how could you have no posts yet when he had just liked a selfie of your last night? 

Your profile picture in the top left corner mocks him, a mirror photo you took in a room he was all too familiar with. A room he hadn’t been inside of in over two weeks, which was a long time considering you usually called him over every other day. 

And now he was apparently blocked.

Jungkook racks his brain for anything he could’ve done, any words he might have let slip out in the throes of passion the last time he had seen you, but he comes up blank. He had done a good job so far keeping his emotions locked up and tucked away, never letting anything more slip out since he first met you years ago. 

Sure when he’s in the moment he absolutely wants to spill his heart out, serve it on a silver platter for you and hope its to your liking, but once the heat of it’s all gone and his mind settles he realizes that he missed his chance. His window of opportunity was long gone, the relationship you had now was too twisted, tangled up like roots of a tree that were running rampant, jutting up between the cracks of Jungkook’s sanity. 

Back when you first met, being the older sister of the boy he was tutoring, he had no idea that this was what would become of it. You took a liking to him instantly like a lioness latching onto her prey, something new and exciting for you to play with before you took a bite out of him. 

He was attractive that much was obvious, his hair was shorter then, giving him a slightly boyish charm that didn’t match his physique of broad shoulders and slim waist, his thick thighs stretching out his jeans in such a delicious way that made your mouth water. 

He noticed instantly when you’d linger around the kitchen while he was busy teaching your brother about the pythagorean theorem, mocking him in your low cut tops and tiny lounging shorts, offering him a popsicle as you suckled on one right in front of him. A giant flashing sign hanging over your head that showed him your intentions, showed him just what you were after when it came to him, and he walked right into it. 

Jungkook wasn’t inexperienced, having far too many notches on his bed post to explain why he was so god damn intimidated by you, so enamored by a girl who was clearly as cold as the ice pop you were making a show of sucking. 

You were filthy and shameless, turning the charm off the second your parents walked in or your brother turned around when he noticed Jungkook was distracted. The second anyone else became aware you’d tug your shirt up and your shorts down, giving your father a smile so sweet it would rot Jungkook’s teeth if he didn’t know the act behind it all. 

Jungkook still doesn’t know if he’s thankful for the chain of events that lead to you two sleeping together for the first time, he doesn’t know if he’d take it all back to save himself the torment his heart was currently going through. 

Would he have changed his course of action? Chosen to leave immediately after tutoring your brother instead of running up to the bathroom before leaving? 

You weren’t even on his mind then, you had been taunting him earlier but after fifteen minutes you retreated into your room, leaving him to focus entirely on being the tutor your parents were paying him good money to be. 

So when he pushes the bathroom door open and sees you standing absolutely naked with your wet hair dripping down your body and not an ounce of embarrassment written on your face, he doesn’t even realize he’s shut the door behind him until he hears the soft click of the lock. 

You had been loosely planning this all day,  hoping he’d end up in your room, but when you heard him trekking up the stairs and towards the bathroom you yanked off your towel and unlocked the door in record time, a tiny oops leaving your mouth when you see his wide eyes. 

Jungkook groans into his palms now as he recalls it, how he had taken you on top of your bathroom counter, knocking over the toothbrush holder and soap onto the floor in a loud clatter, the way you had refused to kiss him during it even then, choosing to suck hickeys onto his neck to muffle your cries of pleasure as he stretched you open. 

He still remembers the guilt he felt when he exited the bathroom and said goodbye to your brother as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw inside your bathroom when you two had barely spoken a word to each other. 

Jungkook should’ve spoken up then, right at the beginning of this all, but instead he let his dick control everything, allowing this to continue. 

You had no complaints, getting dicked down by a man as beautiful as Jungkook with no strings attached was god sent, choosing to keep him around even as he stopped tutoring your brother, even after you moved out of your parents’ house and into a place of your own. 

Jungkook felt the first spark of hope in his chest at you keeping him around, the possibility that maybe this was more than just sex, more than a quick fix. But then he started noticing the texts to your phone that you’d get while he was balls deep inside of you, different boys with different hearts lined up at the end of it. Thats when he began trying to convince himself that he was just confused about his feelings, that all of this was just lust. 

He was wrong. Obviously. 

If all he felt was lust he wouldn’t be so upset over being blocked from your instagram. It wasn’t even as if you two interacted on the app, never dming each other, you’d occasionally like the thirst trap gym photos he’d post just to get your attention whereas he’d like every single post of yours. 

His finger hovers over your contact name now, opening up your thread of messages and seeing the last one being from him two weeks ago. A simple “i’m outside” text after you had invited him over. 

His digits swirl on top of the screen, desperate to shoot you a text, wanting to come across as casual in asking why you blocked him but how could he ask that without exposing that he frequently checked your page.

“No.” He grumbles under his breath, carding his fingers through his long hair and choosing to text his friends instead. An invitation to meet at a diner near by for some greasy food and good conversation, something Jungkook desperately needed right now. 

Taehyung and Jimin don’t know about you, none of his friends do so when they push through the entrance of Mel’s and he spots the reason for his distraught emotions he can’t even explain to his friends why they need to sit at the furthest booth from you. 

You don’t spot him, you were too busy staring at the boy in front of you with heart eyes he wishes could be aimed at him. A straw is between your teeth as you slurp on your milkshake, covering your mouth to laugh loudly at something the purple haired boy said. 

It only irritates him further, his fingers gripping the edges of the menu so hard they pale in color. He knew this was the boy that had text you last time, the purple hearts matching the color of his hair perfectly. Was this why you had blocked him?

“You alright?” Taehyung speaks up, noticing the turmoil brewing on his friend’s face, the way his brows were pinched together, the indent on his forehead deepening every time your laugh filled the diner. 

“Yeah.” Jungkook breathes, hoping the simple lie sounds more believable out in the open than in his head.  He sets the menu down with care, trying to shake the feeling inside of him before it spread throughout him, morphing into something ugly and green. You didn’t owe him anything, he tells himself, you could do whatever you wanted. 

Jimin eyes him carefully, catches on to the way he continues to glance at the corner of the room every now and then. His curiosity gets the best of him so he turns to look over his shoulder and spots you, and you must sense the attention because your eyes move from the purple haired boy over to Jungkook’s booth. Jimin instantly turns around at being caught but its too late, he had been spotted and in turn so had Jungkook. 

You continue to slurp on your shake, allowing Namjoon to feed you some fries from his plate while you stare at Jungkook, calling him mentally and hoping he’d look over so you could give him a smile and wave as if you hadn’t ghosted him with no warning. 

He can feel your piercing gaze, how you refuse to look away until he stares back but he wont give you that, he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of seeing the way his face crumbles at you being with another guy after throwing him to the curb. Instead he chooses to continue staring at his straw wrapper like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

His friends can sense his discomfort, not commenting on it and allowing him to guide the conversation until he’s relaxing in his booth, stuffing his face with food until the Jungkook they know reveals himself once more, all smiles and laughs instead of the moping version of himself he was earlier. 

That same Jungkook lingers for a while after leaving the diner, a new set of determination in his mind to move on. You had gone ahead and blocked him, did the first part for him and if that wasn’t a sign for him to pack up his feelings and take a hike then he doesn’t know what was. 

He finds himself glad he hadn’t asked you for coffee two weeks ago, his nerves getting the best of him being the saving grace for what would’ve been further embarrassment. If you had said yes out of pity only to block him before even going out he probably would’ve dug himself a grave and face planted right into it. 

For the first time in a very long time he finds himself not thinking of you, resuming his earlier activities of dating the girls who pursued him. He hadn’t realized how much of you consumed him until he was with someone else, kissing a girl who was kissing him because she wanted to, not because she was trying to muffle a confession she knew was coming. 

By the fourth week Jungkook is proud of himself, applauding his strength for not succumbing to you, caving and texting you for an explanation. He wasn’t weak. 

He wasn’t. 

Until his phone dings with a notification. 

His hand freezes on its way to his mouth, cheeto dust coating his finger from snacking while he binge watched random shows on Netflix. Jungkook doesn’t know whats waiting for him as he licks his fingers before grabbing his phone, the cheeto dust going down the wrong pipe as he saw your name flashing on his phone in the form of an instagram notification. 

He pounds on his chest with his fist, uncapping his water and gulping it down to get rid of the scratchy feeling now lingering in his throat. 

You had just followed him. 

You followed him again after blocking him weeks ago. 

Jungkook just stares at the screen until it fades to black, his own reflection looking back at him until he lights it up once more to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. His finger swipes the screen to unlock it, checking the notification and seeing that you had in fact unblocked him and refollowed him, your grid of photos filling up the screen in a way they weren’t before. 

He was at a loss of what to do, just staring at your profile, the blue follow button taunting him, begging to be pressed, pleading for him to once again get sucked under your spell. 

You must be watching your notifications, waiting to see any new activity on your page because the second Jungkook follows you back you’re shooting him a text faster than he can blink, not being able to take back what he did before his phone is buzzing with a message. 

Jungkook is faced with a realization at this, he was in fact very weak. 

His brain works on its own accord, opening up your thread of messages and seeing the new one sitting nice and pretty in the bottom left corner. 

y/n 10:48pm : hey kookie, you busy?

He eyes the message for a few minutes, not knowing what to respond with. Was he busy? Technically if you considered a netflix binge to be important. But that stupid voice in the back of his head, the one that sent him to your beck and call speaks up, loud and clear, yelling at him to text back and say he always had time for you. 

jungkook 10:53pm : oh hey, no whats up!

jungkook 10:53pm : *?

The three dots of you typing pop up instantly only giving him seconds to prepare before your message swoops in. 

y/n 10:53pm : wanna come over? i’ll make it worth your while

Suggestive emojis finish off the message and he wants to slap himself when his dick stirs to life at the thought of what you’d do to make it worth it after the hell you’ve put him through recently. 

It’s just lust. That’s all this is, thats the only reason he send you a text saying he was on his way so fast theres a typo in it, getting to your apartment faster than he ever has. 

When you swing the door open you shock him when you wrap your arms around him and pull him in for a kiss, its messy, mostly tongue and teeth as you tug at the hair along the nape of his neck in desperation. 

It takes Jungkook a minute to react to it, you were kissing him, something you’d never allowed him to do during sex. He wonders what this meant, a small bite to his lip being what snaps him out of it and forces him into action. 

His large hands wrap around your waist, tugging you closer to him before he hauls you up, getting you to hook your legs on his hips as he blindly guides you towards your bedroom, a route he knows very well. 

“You got here fast.” You breathe out as you pull away, laughing when he chases after your lips, getting a taste of the way they feel during the heat of the moment he wanted more of it, wanted to swallow down your moans in ways he’s never been able to before. 

“You told me you’d make it worth my while.” He plays it off, latches his lips onto your neck as he throws your bedroom door open, walking the both of you towards your bed and letting you flop down onto it. 

“Did you miss me.” You tease, an evil glint in your eye as you kneel on the bed, your hands resting on his shoulders while you stare at him like the innocent angel you aren’t. 

“You blocked me.” He huffs, allowing you to slide his shirt off even though he was still upset about that, tossing it behind you without a care. You move onto your own shirt, an oversized grey shirt that belongs to Namjoon but you’d never tell Jungkook that, either way his attention lands on your exposed tits, the shirt and who it belongs to not even crossing his mind now that he had an eyeful of your pert chest. 

“No I didn’t.” You lie so effortlessly, having the motions down to a science. The tilt of your head, the squinting of your eyes that painted an image of you not knowing what he was talking about. The slight lift in your tone in what he mistakes as genuine confusion is what starts the swirls of doubt in his brain. You knew though, you knew very well that you had indeed blocked him. 

“Yeah you did.” He pushes, trying to lean in to kiss you again but you seemed to be over that, the initial neediness you felt leaving you and he feels the sting he hadn’t felt in a long time. Jungkook pushes it away and chooses to let his mouth kiss your jaw and begin sucking on your neck once more. 

“Hm, no I didn’t Kookie.” Your voice sounds so sure, so confident that it has him second guessing himself. Had you really blocked him or had he just gotten it mixed up? 

His lips pause on your skin from his inner debate and you know you need to move this along before he questions you further, pulls out a screenshot of him clearly being blocked with no chance of deniability. 

“Let me make this worth your while like I said, that sound good?” You ask, smiling when he nods against your skin, the topic of whether or not you blocked him leaving his mind, destined to come back again once he’s at home laying in bed and having a crisis. 

Jungkook’s mind short circuits when you reach for his pants, your hands palming the growing bulge contained in them, begging to be taken care of because it’s been so long. 

“Yeah, yeah okay.” He stutters out, letting himself get moved around until he was sat on the edge of your bed while you hopped off. Jungkook takes it upon himself to yank his jeans off, his hunger for you taking over, wanting to move this forward until you were sinking down on his cock, the pleasure clouding his common sense. He needed that because he was having an inner debate on if this was a good idea or not. 

You fall to your knees it front of him after shimmying out of your shorts, a surprising turn of events that he doesn’t see coming judging by the look on his face. That same teasing laugh is sent his way as you tug at his black briefs, his hips lifting off the bed to slip them off, his cock springing free and he sighs at no longer being confined. 

You lick your lips over as you stare at his cock, the thickness of it making your mouth water as you trace the pretty veins wrapped around it with your eyes, leading up to his red tip, leaking beads of precum. 

Jungkook groans when you wrap your hand around his length, the second you texted him he was half hard, aching and needy for release of any kind. He swears he could cum then and there when you noisily spit into your other palm, gliding it up his length to spread the wetness around and starting a slow rhythm. 

“Feel good?” You ask innocently, faux sweetness he knows far too well dripping from your tongue, thick like syrup and he finds himself wanting to lap it up. 

Jungkook knows you’re getting a kick out of it, watching the way you’re biting on your lip and smiling when his face screws up at being touched, the slow pumping of your hands only teasing him and pushing his head further under the stream of pleasure  

“Shit, yeah.” He mumbles out, his stomach hiccuping when you lean forward and let a glob of spit land on the head of his cock, the way it drips down his length and pools at your hands as you continue your motion only serves to send Jungkook deeper into a frenzy. 

It’s not until you finally take him into your mouth, slow and gentle as if you didn’t like to deep throat his cock until you’re choking, that Jungkook lets a moan finally slip through the gates of his teeth. It urges you on, the first rock being thrown at his glass exterior, a tiny sliver of a crack exposing itself and giving you a way in again. 

Jungkook forgets how to breathe for a minute, his mouth slack jawed as he watches in awe at the way you sink your mouth further onto his length. Your pretty lips pulled tightly around his girth, your cheeks hollowing up as you suck your way back up with a noisy slurp. 

“So good.” He groans out, his hand creeping its way around you until he had a fistful of your hair in his grip. Jungkook smiles now when you go lax in his hands, your mouth widening up when he starts to push your head down, his cock nudging along your throat and making you gag, muscles spasming around him but he doesn’t relent until your nose is nuzzled along the small patch of hair around the base of his cock. 

He sighs out, feeling as if the balance of everything had been restored now that you were kneeling pliant between his legs, mouth stuffed with cock, not being able to fuck with his mind with your sweet sounding lies and convincing eyes. 

When he finally pulls you off of him you gasp in a breath, wet and stuck to your throat, your eyes watering up from being choked but the arousal dripping down your thighs showed how much you loved it. Jungkook pouts at you, a clear sense of mockery in it and it makes you want to laugh at how the tables turned. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb smearing the drool around your mouth and making a bigger mess of it all. 

“What, thats it?” He taunts, his eyebrow raising up as you roll your lips together, “You choke on my dick and forget how to make this worth my while?”

His words make you squeeze your thighs together, seeking any sort of friction to ease the pressure building in your core. You loved when Jungkook got like this, flipped a switch in the middle of it and bossed you around, it was the main reason you enjoyed pushing his buttons, wanting to get him to the point where he’d do it back to you. 

“No.” You rasp out, your head lolling to the side as your tongue glides along your lips, visions of tied up cherry stems and sharp words trailing behind it. 

“Show me then.” He orders, thighs spreading further apart as his hand gestures for you to get to it, for you to show him exactly why you called him over. 

As you sink back onto his cock, he wonders if the reason you invited him today was because one of your boy toys had flaked on you, left you high and dry and you needed a fix like you always did. Another part of him wonders if you finally messaged him to keep him close, to not let him stray too far away from you, leave him open and available for you whenever you decided he was needed. 

Jungkook seemed to be getting the good end of this deal right now, whatever it may be so he rides it through, letting grunts of pleasure slip through the seam of his lips when you find the right pace. Your hands word in tandem with your mouth, twisting and pumping in unison. 

He begins rocking his hips up towards your face, a crooked smile on his face at the mess you’re making on his cock, he likes it too much. The wet thump of your fist pumping down, the way you slurp on his length like it was that damn popsicle you used to taunt him with. 

“So fucking dirty.” Jungkook’s voice is husky now, drawn out while he lets himself get lost in it all, heavy with the lust clouding his brain. His words just encourage you, working past the aching feeling in your jaw as you try your best, needing a distraction from the night you’ve had and thats what Jungkook was best for. 

The simmering warmth he feels growing in his gut starts to boil over when you grasp one of his balls, your fingers fondling them in a teasing motion before you switch off and latch your mouth around them instead. 

Jungkook can only curse under his breath, his fingers weaving through your hair once more and tugging at the strands, feeling you moan against his skin at the sting on pain at your scalp. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum–“ Jungkook warns, trying to pull you away from him but you stay put, your hands continuing the motions your mouth was no longer doing, “Don’t you want me to fuck you?” He wonders, if he came now you’d have to wait a while before he was ready to go again and he knew you weren’t the most patient person. 

“No, wanna make you feel good.” Is all you mumble out before slipping his length back into your mouth. The warmth that envelops his cock has him groaning out once more, his mouth dropped open as his chest heaved at the oncoming orgasm.  

“Ah,” he whines when you sink all the way down until your nose nuzzles against his skin, “where do you want me to cum?”

It’s breathless and needy, making you pop off of him with a sultry smile, “My face.”

Jungkook nods, half delirious as he stands up on his weakening legs and fists his cock, the spit lathered on it helping him glide as fast as he needed to. The way you’re sat in front of him, your palms pressed to your thighs, mouth wide open with your tongue sticking out and your eyes locked onto him, sends his mind reeling. 

The angry tip of his cock peaks out with every pump of his fist, only needing a few more flicks of his wrist before his stomach was caving in and flexing as he came. 

Jungkook lets out strangled moan, thick ropes of cum streaming out and landing in globs on your face in short spurts. Your eyes fluttering shut when you feel it land on your cheek, your nose, and dripping down onto your awaiting tongue. 

He’s panting above you as he comes down, his hand raking through his own hair as he tries to calm his breathing down, the tingling feeling spread throughout his body dulling down. When your eyes blink up at him, he can just tell you’re up to something when you stick your tongue back in your mouth and swallow, an evil smirk spreading across your cum streaked face. 

“Here let me grab you a towel.” He starts to move towards your bathroom but your palm reaches out to grab his thigh, stopping him in his tracks. 

“No, do me a favor.” You ask him in that tone that made him shiver, your hand pointing at your desk, right at the white polaroid camera you had propped on top of it. Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re planning but he reaches for it anyways, handing you the device only to have you thrust it back in his hands. 

“Take a photo of me.” You say it so sweetly, like you’re asking him to take a photo of you smiling with flowers in your hair. 

Jungkook’s face twists up in confusion. You wanted a photo of yourself covered in his cum. You were definitely planning something and it was clear now that Jungkook was an accessory to all of this. 

Still he nods and points the camera down at you, begging his slowly softening dick to not spur back to life at the face you give him. Your hair’s messy from his hands yanking at it, your eyes wide and innocent as you scoop some of the cum off your cheek and pop it into your mouth for the photo. 

The flash goes off and you hum around your digit, slipping it out of your mouth as Jungkook grabs the exiting photo from the top of the camera. 

He sets it all down and is ready to go about the routine the way you always did but you stop him once more, “Wait, take another one.”

And like clockwork Jungkook obeys, the hex you had on him controlling his motions until he has the camera in his grasp a second time. He presses it against his eye and looks down at you, a strained gasp leaving him when you grab his sensitive cock and let the tip of it slip into your mouth. 

His fingers press on the shutter button immediately, capturing the moment on a little rectangle of film, the flash filling the room. When he goes to hand it to you all you do is shake your head and stand up on your sore legs. 

“Keep it.” You shrug, pulling your hair up into a pony tail and reaching for the other photo on your bed sheets. 

“I don’t think your boyfriend would like that.” It slips out without warning, an unknowing jab sent your way and Jungkook’s eyes widen at the words he just said as he steps into his jeans after slipping his underwear back on. 

You freeze as well, the grey shirt that belonged to the man he was talking about feeling heavy on your frame. “You mean Namjoon?” You question, not an ounce of shame in your words, knowing very well that Jungkook had spotted you out with him a few weeks ago. 

The name feels bitter on your tongue, trying your best not to let your distaste show on your face as you stare at him. Jungkook didn’t need to know that Namjoon had called it quits with you, the sneaking suspicion that you were messing around with someone else being too strong. It was the main reason you blocked Jungkook on instagram, he had become prime suspect number one thanks to the way he bombarded your photos. 

You needed to keep your distance from Jungkook in order to keep your relationship with Namjoon afloat, at least in the beginning, then you could go back to your routine. But Namjoon was too observant, and all it took was finding a pair of underwear that didn’t belong to him slipped under your bed for the mirage to come crumbling down around you. 

It angered you more because you had been careful, stopped sleeping around, but because Jungkook had left a pair of underwear weeks ago in his haste to leave it became a chain reaction the lead to Namjoon slamming the door behind him as he left your place a while before Jungkook stumbled his way through. 

That was too much information to tell Jungkook, you didn’t want to give him the impression that you searched for his comfort in the form of physical touch after your boyfriend left you. You didn’t need him to know that he was the only constant in your life, slot in between every failed relationship, maintaining his spot as the one you called to when you needed a distraction. 

Jungkook’s eyes narrow at the name, remembering the flashing ‘joonie’ on your phone screen. He only gives you a nod in response, his confusion deepening when you laugh. 

“He’s just a friend.” You lie through your teeth, setting the photo you knew you’d be sending him later onto your desk, grabbing a small towel you had and wiping your face clean with it. 

Jungkook doesn’t fully believe you but he doesn’t fight it, choosing to finish getting dressed in silence. If he was just a friend and was able to get you to go out on a date with him that what were Jungkook’s chances? What were the odds that his own name wasn’t some cute version of ‘kookie’ with an obscene amount of hearts at the end of it?

That was all wishful thinking though, he knew deep down that his name was just a plain and simple Jungkook, he knew the minute he’d ask you to go have lunch you’d ghost him like you did before. 

You watch him curiously as he puts his shoes on, seeing the way his mind was working on overdrive, overthinking everything and talking himself into circles. You needed him to stay close, to not let him get a taste of what life would be like without you so you approach him with that same saccharine smile. 

“Thanks Kookie.” You whisper out, cupping his cheek and leaning up on your toes to press a gentle kiss goodbye on his lips. He kisses back instantly, needing to feel more, wanting to wrap his arms around you like he did earlier but that was gone now and you were stepping back too quickly. 

A small yawn escapes your lips and he gets the hint, stuffing the dirty polaroid into his jean pocket and giving you a half smile, “Yeah of course, I’ll see you later Y/N.”

You flop onto your bed and wave at him as he exits your room but once the door shuts behind him you flip onto your stomach and groan loudly into your pillow, unaware that Jungkook could still hear you from his spot in the hallway. 

He decides not to open the door back up and check on you, making a swift exit and rushing to get into his car like he was running from something. And in a way he was.

Now that he’s confined inside his vehicle he slips the photo out of his pocket, turning the overhead lighting on to look at it properly now that it was developed. 

Your eyes were half lidded as you stared into the camera, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the tip of it prodded at your cheek, face covered in ribbons of his cum. It was the most explicit photo he’d ever had and he can’t even let himself get excited over it. Instead he opens up his center divider and stuffs the photo into there before slamming it shut. 

He pulls out of his parking spot and takes off back home, that hollow feeling in his chest returning when he remembers the words you told him today. He knows you were lying to him, Jungkook wasn’t stupid, but he just doesn’t understand what he did for you to constantly treat him this way. 

He feels the stinging at the back of his eyes, the streetlights becoming blurry at the edges as his vision got misty. An idea pops into his head so he pulls over onto a random corner, blinking away the tears before they could fall as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He knew what he had to do, for his own sanity.

You two weren’t right for each other, he was tired of being this puppet on strings for you to play with until you got bored and moved on to the next shiny new thing. Jungkook was sick of dreaming about taking you out, sick of wondering what lies you’d tell him next because you knew he was wrapped so tightly around your finger that he could never fight you on it. 

So he opens up instagram and goes to your page instantly, not letting himself think twice before he’s clicking on the block button, locking his phone and throwing it on the passenger seat before resuming his drive home, begging himself not to succumb to you once again.

And as you sit on your bed at home, scrolling through instagram and taking a peek at his page, knowing he usually posted an instagram story of whatever song he was listening to after leaving your apartment, you’re shocked to see the same words that haunted Jungkook for weeks. 

No posts yet. 

He had blocked you. For the first time in the years you’ve been fooling around you finally get a taste of the way you’ve been treating him. And as you sit in bed having the same dilemma he had before, wondering what you did or said, debating sending him a text, you feel the first twist in your heart that Jungkook had grown accustomed to and you don’t like it.

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Whiskey on the Rocks - A Next Ones on You Blurb - Maxwell Lord

A/N: I am back with more Maxwell Lord and his barista love. Thank you to everyone who has shown this series love and asked for more. I love writing these two. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking! 

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + NSFW Explicit (Language, Oral (F! Receiving), p in v sex, fluff, and lots of kisses) 

Word Count: 1.3K 

My Masterlist 

Whiskey on the Rocks 

* This takes place between chapters two and three. :)

The movie plays quietly in the background, but neither of you pays attention to it. More focused on how your lips press against each other perfectly. The popcorn long abandoned, the glasses of whiskey on the rocks sweating. A ring forming around the bottom as it soaks into the wooden table below. His tie and jacket are in a clump on the floor, the top buttons of his shirt undone.

“Baby,” he moans into your mouth, and you sigh as he kneads the flesh of your breast. “I need you. We got interrupted last time, and I can’t stop thinking about how fucking beautiful you look underneath me.”

His words have the desired effect as a rush of desire pools between your legs. “Maxwell,” you moan, his lips finding the tender flesh of your neck and nipping lightly. “Take me to bed.” He’s up in a second and lifting you into his arms. You let out a yelp and cling to his neck, your lips finding his again, his tongue licking inside your mouth.

“Which way?” he pants against your lips, and you point towards the bedroom before reclaiming them. His steps are quick and confident as he uses the expensive Italian leather shoes to kick open your door and drops you to the bed. Your body bouncing as you look up into his heated gaze. “Strip,” he commands, “I will be right back.” He leaves through the door, and you frantically pull off your remaining clothes till your naked and waiting.

He comes back in, having discarded his shirt and belt. Toeing off his shoes at the door, leaving him in nothing but the tan dress pants unzipped at the waist. A trail of dark hair leading towards where you want him most has your mouth watering as you gaze upon his bronzed skin. His shoulders are so broad and sexy. In his hand, he holds the whiskey glass, and you raise an eyebrow as he takes a sip and comes over to you.

He puts the glass on the nightstand and pushes you back against the pillows. Dropping to his knees, he uses his forearms to brace above your chest. You barely have time to react before he envelopes a nipple in your mouth. The ice in his mouth makes you shiver and let out a gasp as the heat from his mouth melts it, and water dribbles down the side of your breast. “Oh fuck, Maxwell,” you card your hands through his blonde locks, and he grins up at you from between the valley of your breasts.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you nod, and he reaches for the glass, taking another sip before moving to the other breast. He takes turns taking sips and dragging the ice over your enflamed skin until you are soaked all over. He swirls the glass, the amber liquid sloshing up the sides as he takes a final sip and lowers himself down to your soaked core. “What do you want? Tell me.”

His hands are so big as he rubs them over your thighs and spreads your pussy with his thick fingers. “I want you to put your mouth on me, make me cum, Maxwell. I need it so bad,” you beg, and he smiles from between your thighs.

“Your wish is my command, baby,” he dives into you as a man parched, and you’re the only source of water for miles. You lean up on your elbows and watch him, his eyes fixed on you as he licks broad strips up against your folds.

“You taste so fucking good, better than my dreams,” he circles your clit with his tongue as his thick finger works its way into you, pumping you slowly. Your hips rise off the bed, and he pulls off with a pop. “Uh uh pretty baby, keep those hips down. I’ll let you know when you can fuck my face.” You moan as he adds a second finger and begins working you faster, his mouth coming back to latch onto your clit.

Your orgasm slams into you fast and unsuspecting, and you lift your hips off the bed, his fingers pulling out. You whimper before gasping as he grabs your hips and pulls you deeper into his mouth. Holding you in place as you cum all over his tongue in a quivering mess. “Maxwell, Maxwell, please,” you whine and pull at his hair. He lets go and rises up your body to kiss you passionately, pressing your whole body into the mattress.

“I want to fuck you, so, fucking, bad,” he says each word between a kiss, and you nod, running your hands through his hair. “Flip over,” he commands, and you roll over as he stands and removes his pants. You turn your head, biting your lip at him in all his glory. His beautiful cock hard and thick, curving against his stomach as he strokes it, watching your eyes darken. “Do you want me to fuck you?” You nod, and he grabs the condom wrapper off the nightstand and pulls it on before kneeling behind you.

You feel him at your entrance as he collects your slick on his member before he starts probing. When he pushes past, you groan into the pillow as he fills you so wholly like no one before. Inch by glorious inch, he fills you to the brim, your so wet it’s obscene the sound it makes as he pulls out all the way and slams back in. Gone is the slow and gentle as he begins pounding you furiously into the mattress. His fingers digging so hard into your hips he’s sure to leave bruises, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he pants against your back. You scream as he lifts you up, your back pressed into his front. Both hands coming to grasp your breasts and pulling your nipples down. His teeth graze your neck before he bites down on your shoulder. His right-hand drops your breast and moves down to your clit, rubbing it furiously as he fucks up into you. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock. I can feel the way you’re squeezing me; I know you want to cum.”

His words are your undoing, and the dam breaks as you clench around him, your toes curling with the force of your orgasm. His left hand comes around your neck, and he turns your head and kisses you hard as his breathing gets more erratic, and he cums right behind you. He breaks the kiss and shouts your name as he fills the condom.

Both of you collapse forward, but he catches himself before he can crush you and falls to your side, pulling out. He tugs off the condom and ties it off, tossing into the wastebasket on the side of your bed. He gathers you up in his arms as you struggle to catch your breath, body shivering in the pleasurable aftershock. “I think I love you,” his words come out mumbled, but you hear them freezing.

“What?” you whisper, and he cups your chin and forces your eyes on him.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you swear you can hear your heartbeat out loud. “I don’t expect you to say it back. I know it hasn’t been that long, and my mother is a bitch who is constantly threatening you but,” you see a traitor tea trail down his cheek and are quick to wipe it away. “I know I don’t deserve you, but for some reason, you’re still here, and I’d be a fool not to tell you the truth. I love you so fucking much.”

You look for any falsehood in his eyes, and all you see is the raw emotion of Maxwell Lord no one else gets to see. The words spill from your tongue, and his eyes light up in delight, “I love you, Maxwell Lord, the fourth.” He leans down and kisses you softly. “I’m giving you my heart Maxwell, please, please don’t break it.”

“Never, my love,” he replies, kissing you again before he pulls up the covers, and you snuggle into him as you both drift off to sleep.

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