#not gonna do it but wow wouldn’t that be neat

[aroace-poly-show]

oh yeah theropy day

[franike]

COLD LOVE

Thanos x reader

Authors note: I love him sm there is not enough fics about him, also sorry about my english •+• ALSO i added a character I hope yall don’t mind🙏 THIS FIC WILL HAVE MORE PARTS

It was just a normal day. You were taking the subway home after finishing your day at college. It was hard to pay for all college expenses and you already worked two jobs. As thoughts ran through your head someone approached you.

“Wanna play a game?” It was a strange man - he was tall, had short black hair and also wore a neat suit.

“Uh sure why not”

The game was called ddakaji. You get a piece of folded paper and another one is placed on the floor. The goal is to throw your piece of paper and flip the one on the floor to the other side. You played a few rounds and won every single one.

“Congratulations” The strange man told you as he handed you a card. Before you could say anything else he left leaving you confused. You took a good look at the card. The front of the card had a circle, a triangle and a square drawn on it and the back of it had a number. You looked at your phone for a second before calling the number from the back of the card.

“To play the game state your name and date of birth”

…

You were sitting in your apartment and thinking. What did I just sign up myself for….but i need the money. The pickup date is five days from now on. You looked at the picture on your table. It was a picture of you and your ex that disappeared one day, well not really but he disappeared for you. You still saw him on social media but that’s about it because one day he just said he can’t be with you anymore and left. What an asshole…but you still cared about him just a tiny bit. Perhaps if he died you would be a bit sad.

…First day at squid game…

You woke up at a bed in a big room. There were about 400 other beds and about 400 other people. What is this… You thought as you looked around when all of a sudden someone called out your name. You looked back and saw your friend, Claire.

“CLAIRE what are you doing here?”

“Ah i got myself into a debt..” Claire explained while uncomfortably touching the back of her neck. You didn’t mind however, you were also in a debt just for school, not for…. Anyways soon some guards came to the front and started explaining how this works. All of a sudden some people started complaining about literally everything.

“What about my shoes huh? They’re limited edition!”

Oh no…Its him. Its Thanos. Your ex. What the hell was he doing in here? Did he not see you? What a pain…Soon the first game started, it was green light red light. Pretty easy. That was until someone got shot in front of you because they moved at red light. You started to panic. It soon turned into green light but you were frozen. You felt like you were gonna faint and as soon as it was red light your knees gave out. However someone stood in front of you so you wouldn’t get seen. It was green light again and the person who previously stood in front of you took you by the forearm and forced you to run with them. You turned to look at the person and it was him. Thanos. Again.

“You really need to be more careful”

“Shut up freak”

He just smirked at you and continued the game. How unfortunate that you ended up in the same situation as him. Soon the game was over. Thanos approached you and started to talk to you.

“So why are you here?”

“I’m not gonna tell you”

“Wow calm down ice queen, it was just a question.”

How annoying can a person be. Even after you gave him the coldest glare you could he just simply smiled at you.

“So you’re just going to pretend that you didn’t leave me like some trash huh?”

To your surprise he stopped smiling, but only for a second before he was back to his usual self. He tried to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you pushed him away. The audacity of this man. You started walking away and he started to yell something at you.

“This isn’t over Y/N! You can’t run away from me so easily!” He started to laugh and went back to some guy. This is going to be long six days….

TO BE CONTINUED….

[scoonsalicious]

5.2 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, toxic plants, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1.4k

Previously On...: Car sexxxxxxxxxxx!

A/N: Killer headache, not much to say tonight, sorry!

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He wasn’t sure how long the two of them sat there, Major’s head resting peacefully on his chest as they both strove to catch their breath. He’d worried that any additional sex he had with her wouldn’t have lived up to the previous night, and he was amazed that tonight had been even better. The things she’d said to him while she held his dick in her hands. He had no idea he’d be into talk like that, but he’d loved it, loved hearing the filthy words come out of her mouth as she talked about being ruined by the size of his cock. 

He opened his eyes when he felt her head move from his chest, and he moved to help lift her off his now flaccid cock. He watched as she reached her small hands down, pulling the used condom off of him and tying it closed, before gently tucking him back into his pants and zipping up his fly and re-doing his belt. 

“A little help?” she asked as she readjusted her dress, pulling the front of it back up over her breasts. Bucky carefully reached around to the back of her neck, finding the ties that kept her dress in place, and fastening them securely into a neat bow.

“Damn shame,” Bucky said as Major fixed the front of her dress to make sure she was fully covered once more, “to keep such beautiful tits hidden from the world.”

She snickered and playfully swatted at his chest. “I’m gonna need a little help getting up,” she told him. 

Bucky frowned. The last thing he wanted was for her to get up. “You sure you have to, doll?” he asked, running his hands up and down the sides of her waist. “I’m very comfortable right here, so long as you are, and I’m in no hurry to go anywhere.”

“No,” Major said, leaning into his chest again, “I’m quite content where I’m at.”

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “So, what kind of toppings do you like on your pizza?”

Major looked up at him, laughing at his question. “Pizza? Seriously?”

Bucky nudged her cheek with his nose. “I wanna know everything about you,” he told her. “And if I’m gonna keep seeing you, I need to know the important things, like pineapple on pizza: yes, or no?”

“Wow,” she said, “starting out with the heavy questions, huh?”

“This is critical compatibility stuff, sugar,” he laughed. “I gotta know.”

“No pressure, huh?” she asked him playfully. “Okay, fine– yes, pineapple on pizza.”

“Oh thank god,” said Bucky with a dramatic sigh. “We have a chance.”

They delved into asking each other the most ridiculous ‘getting to know you’ questions they could think of, and Bucky was amazed at just how easy Major was to talk to, how effortlessly the conversation with her flowed. It was growing late, but neither one seemed eager to move, Major still straddling Bucky’s lap in the front seat of Tony’s sports car, arms draped over his shoulders as they sat face-to-face. 

“What’s your favorite sub?” he asked with a grin.

“Okay, don’t make fun of me,” she said, smiling up at him, “but I love sweet onion teriyaki chicken, but with lettuce, cucumber, and just, like, a shitload of extra dill pickles, and then smothered in red wine vinegar.”

Bucky made a face. “That sounds disgusting,” he said with a laugh.

Major playfully pushed at his chest. “It’s delicious,” she countered. The tang of the pickles and vinegar mixed with the sweet teriyaki sauce?” She moaned decadently.  “So fucking good.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it, doll,” he said.

He felt like he was talking to someone he’d known his entire life, not a woman he’d just met for the first time the night before, and he knew it was too soon, he was getting ahead of himself, but he could picture spending the rest of his life with a girl like her, and being happy doing it. 

Back in the ‘40s, the white picket fence and wife with two kids had always been Steve’s dream, not Bucky’s. Bucky had been happy to go out, meet a new girl every night, and say goodbye to them before sunrise the next morning. It wasn’t that he never wanted something more than that, it was just that, with the constant threat of America getting pulled into the war in Europe, knowing that any day could see him drafted and sent overseas, he’d never allowed himself to think of it as a possibility.

But Major? With her, he saw all of that potential future stretched before him. 

Bucky’s phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it, preferring instead to ask Major if she was a dog person or a cat person.

“Either, really,” she told him after a moment’s thought. “But if I could only have one? Definitely a cat. They’re so small and snuggly, but also evil little murder babies.”

Bucky’s phone buzzed again.

“Do you need to get that?” Major asked. “Is it, like, Captain America calling to ask for your help in saving the world?”

Bucky snorted. “Hardly,” he said. “We’ve got official coms if he needed to reach me for something like that.”

“Well, okay, then,” Major said, leaning in to kiss along the plane of Bucky’s jaw and along his throat. Bucky groaned.

“You’re gonna get me going again, sugar,” he said as she sucked at the skin on his neck.

“Is that a bad thing?” Major murmured, and Bucky could feel the smile on her lips against his skin.

“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m just warnin’ ya, is all.” His phone buzzed yet again.

“You should check that,” she told him, taking his earlobe into her mouth and gently sucking on it.

“But I’m enjoying myself,” he said with a gasp as she nipped at his jaw. “I’d hate to interrupt you.”

“Who says I have to stop?” Major reached up and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. “Take the call.” She brought her mouth down and began sucking kisses into his collarbone. 

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned. “How are you so hot?” He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone while Major kept up her affectionate administrations to his body. Checking the caller ID, he rolled his eyes when he saw Lily’s contact information on the screen.

“Answer it,” Major offered. “I really don’t mind.” She reached her hand down and began palming him through his pants, all the while continuing to kiss and suck on his neck. 

Bucky swallowed. The last thing he wanted on his mind right now was Lily, but given that she’d already called four times in the last five minutes, he figured it might be important. So, he pressed the accept button.

“Hey, Lil, what’s up?” he greeted, trying to keep his tone casual as Major squeezed him through the fabric of his pants.

“Jamie, where are you?” she asked, foregoing any sort of greeting. 

“Uh, I told you,” he said, sucking in a breath as Major licked a long stripe up the side of his neck. “I’m out in the–” he had to suck in a breath when Major took his earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it “--the city,” he gasped.

“Well, what are you doing?” Lily asked. Was Bucky imagining things, or was there a trace of suspicion in her voice? But he honestly didn’t care. He just wanted to be off this phone call and focus all of his attention back on Major.

“I already told you what I was doing, Lily,” he told her, shrugging at Major, who gave him a playful, exaggerated pout.

“What time do you think you’ll be home?” she asked him. Bucky sighed, annoyed. Why should he have to report his comings and goings to her constantly?

“I don’t know what time I’ll be home, Lil,” he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. “You don’t have to keep checking up on me.”

“Tomorrow morning,” Major whispered in Bucky’s ear as she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “Very late tomorrow morning.” Bucky had to stifle a groan as she rubbed her chest against him. 

“What was that?” Lily asked.

“I said ‘why?’ We don’t have set plans.” Bucky wanted off this call so badly.

“I was just wondering,” she said, and Bucky could detect a trace of hurt in her voice.

“Listen, Lil,” he began, “I gotta go, but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, Jamie.” He didn’t even wait for her to finish speaking before he hung up. 

“Sorry about that,” he said, now able to finally give Major his undivided attention. “Now, where were we?”

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[oros-ash3s]

ᐝ ꕀ࿐ ࿔ *: “Recognition” ᰈ ｡ ˚₊ ˚ ‧ ✶

Masterlist ✧ Characters: Atlas (he/him), Ira (they/she)

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Atlas found Ira slouched up against the wall beside his single dorm, their head tipped back, leaning against the cool gray metal. They perked up at the sound of his footsteps, a small grin passing through their features as their eyes landed on his quickly-approaching figure. “Hey kid,” she said with a nod, standing up straight to greet him. “You all done with training today?”

Atlas nodded at Ira in greeting, moving past them towards his dorm. His keys jangled in between his fingers as he unlocked the door, the silver numbers 792 shining down on him as he swung it open. “Mhm,” he hummed, offering a small smile in her direction as he gestured her inside. 

Ira wandered inside behind him, propping herself against the doorframe and crossing her arms. “So, how’d it go? You talk to Cato?” 

“Good.” He nodded, placing his keys down in the tray next to his jewelry, humming softly to himself as he made the way over to his cot. “Cato seems to be under the impression I’m ready for Evaluation Day.” 

Ira arched a brow at Atlas’ characteristically short response, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah? How do you know?” 

“She pulled me aside after training. I think that she’ll be the one to give me the recommendation I need, if I don’t manage to impress any of the other leaders.” He replied thoughtfully, settling down on top of his crisp straight sheets. “Though, if the trainees on Evaluation Day prove to be on the same skill level as the current ones in my class, then I’m sure I will succeed.” 

Ira listened carefully as Atlas spoke, nodding slightly at his words. “I’m sure it’ll be easy for you to get through. Especially if Cato thinks you’re ready.” She uncrossed her arms, pulling up from her slouched position on the doorframe and plopping down beside him. She regarded him for a moment, quiet, before her gaze drifted again, eyes flickering around his neat and orderly room, as she hummed softly to herself. It was a tune Atlas didn’t quite recognize — perhaps a new band that she had found? He would ask her about it later. 

“Did Cato say anything about any other people she was considering for the Elites?” Ira asked abruptly, drumming her fingers against her knees in a nervous twitch. 

Atlas hesitated for a second, “No.” 

Cato’s words repeated in his head, almost a warning, and Atlas was certain that there was no possibility where he could share such news with Ira. She was his best friend, of course, but sometimes, he had to keep secrets, for the greater good of their mission. He would never in a million years dare step out of line — or break Cato’s already brittle trust. She took priority, just this time. 

Ira deflated slightly, a flicker of disappointment passing across their face momentarily before they were smiling again, back to her usual self. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath. “I was hoping to get a sneak peek at who the new Elites would be.” 

Atlas offered them a small smile. “You know I wouldn’t leave here without you.” 

Ira scoffed slightly and leaned forward, nudging Atlas with her knee. “Yeah, I know. And you know I’d kill you for it, sucker.” 

Atlas huffed. “We’re supposed to go together, remember? I couldn’t let you rot away in the warehouse forever, could I?” 

“Wow. I’m astounded by your kindness,” Ira said with a snort, rolling their eyes. “You wouldn’t last a day without me.” 

Atlas turned his head to the side, flushing. “Whatever you say.” 

Ira clicked her tongue and smirked, smug, at Atlas’ reaction, flopping back down on the bed, causing the springs to creak. “I’m gonna hit up the training dummies tonight. Chuck's got the gyms open later for some seminar with the newbies. Wanna come with me?” 

Atlas nodded. “Sure.” 

“Good. Be there at eight,” Ira hummed, straightening and hopping back off of the bed. She made her way back to the door, pushing it open wider as she stepped outside. They paused briefly, gaze flickering back towards Atlas as they gave him another smile. “I’m glad you’re getting recognition.” 

“Me too.”

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[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Sorry this is entirely self indulgent and just about me and Tseng. So I’ve made a list of things about me that would annoy Tseng. I’m just very sleepy and trying not to fall asleep at work.

1) Expecting him to know what I want without asking. Like eventually I do expect you to know. And hear me out my guy. I only have a singular brain cell left. There isn’t much that I could possibly want. (Cuddles, I want cuddles)

2) I’ve been gifted with the ability to fall asleep anywhere at any time. I’m just a sleepy person but somehow my naps are unconventional and a danger considering I don’t care where I sleep. Meetings? I can’t think of a meeting where I didn’t doze off ever in life.

3) The stare. I don’t know how to describe it. Most people hate it. I find it hilarious. The blank stare I give for an unreasonably long time when confronted with anything. It also depends on the timing. Like, wow. Why would you say that in the middle of training? Really?

4) Smoking? Would it annoy him? A little. Probably. Ugh he definitely wouldn’t let me smoke weed inside. Questions how I’ve ever passed Shinra’s random drug testing. I think he’d hate my vaping far more. Waking up to the sound of me taking the fattest pull at 1 in the morning because he’s a light sleeper.

5) Everything has to be organized my way because it’s the only way and nobody could possibly clean and organize better than me. Tseng included. I’m sure we’d get into stupid arguments over it because he too is probably a neat freak.

6) Whiny. Complain, complain, complain. I do a lot of that and he’d make sure I wouldn’t have anything to complain about. (In regards to himself.)

7) Another sleep related thing yes yes. I cannot stop thinking about sleep. Sometimes I have an absurd amount of energy upon waking up and I can’t handle all of this alone. So of course I’d have to wake Tseng up and start a conversation even if he rolls over and tries to ignore me. He won’t be able to go back to sleep anyways.

8) When I’m right. I’m right. And I mean more of a “once Tseng realizes I was right he better not tell me” cause yes, I’m going to rub it in. And I’m going to follow up with “you see what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

9) Deflecting. My favorite sometimes. His least favorite every time cause “what does that have to do with anything”

10) Random yelling at the game. Definitely doesn’t need an explanation. I fuck up Tseng’s peace and quiet often but these games be on fucking bullshit

I’m done. I’ve achieved staying awake long enough. Gonna go hide and take a quick nap cause I am not lasting this entire shift

[crystallizsch]

HI!! jumping in here because I’m pretty awkward starting convos and those ask prompts were perfect for breaking the ice

I get the feeling you’ll get a lot of jamil asks so I’m gonna throw a curve ball and ask about deuce with 9 and 18 (since it seems like you also like heartslabyul hehe)

AA HI HII!! It’s so cool to finally talk with you! And aaah i get it, i feel similarly hfkdjsks but it makes me happy that you decided to send an ask thank you! 😭💖

ANYWAYS DEUCE YES and you’re right i love heartslabyul, especially the duo, so thanks for this!

jamil my beloved he needs to take a back seat again for a bit afklsjs

━━━━━━✦ 9. Could you be roommates with [Deuce]?

I’ve roomed with siblings my whole life (at least up until college) so i think i totally could be roommates with Deuce! idk he gives little brother vibes despite being an only child

Something that reminded me, I checked to see and in the 2nd halloween event, apparently he grinds his teeth in his sleep (which is probably a whole thing to address??? but i dont know much to give an opinion ;;;)

anyways i’m pretty used to noises at night and the general shenanigans that comes with rooming with younger siblings (there’s no privacy but admittedly it’s less lonely) (but i do prefer privacy). and I imagine deuce anyway to be the respectful type and just tries his best to be considerate

but yeah in any case i could be roommates with him if I didnt have the choice to room alone akjdksjsks

Also slight tangent i looked up his room and damn it’s so neat???

he has a ton of books this boy 😭😭

also he has a little picture frame awhh

i imagine it may be a picture of him and his mom??? which honestly would be pretty ballsy because you’d think a boy that age would not even consider proudly putting that up because of ridicule (then again he’s also not afraid to fight). but that’s also what i love about deuce, he loves his mom and he cares enough to show it despite what anyone thinks 😭 (or maybe it could be just displaying one of his achievements or something idk idk hgkjdsfjlds)

Man i know the heartslabyul dorm rooms are pretty but it feels so unrealistic for that it is THIS clean and organized (there’s probably some kinda rule in there somewhere keeping it clean i imagine hfhjdjdj)

━━━━━━✦ 18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

ACE THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL DYNAMIC IDIOTS THAT VALUE EACH OTHER AS FRIENDS bromance real

AND JUST THE WHOLE MAIN FOUR IN GENERAL

I think adeuce have that type of friendship where they butt heads and make fun of each other a lot, because that’s like how they show that they are comfortable with one another and that, out of all people, they choose each other as the main person to hang out with.

I think if it weren’t for what happened in the prologue they wouldn’t be as close as friends. It felt like an excuse for them to bond and get to know each other properly despite their differences (and they're roommates so if none of that happened i think they'd only be acquaintances at most)

I also love that during events whenever the other is not involved, it’s always so funny one of them is usually like “wow it’s such a shame ace/deuce is not here”

actually I dont think there’s an event where BOTH ace and deuce is in an event together??? man🧍(unless i'm forgetting something)

but also when is twst gonna finally have the main quartet all be involved in an event together 🤨

AAH i’m just a sucker for the friend duo/trio (+ occasional creature/animal) trope.

I’m lovingly chewing on their dynamic every time

still open for asks!

[scavengerssuccotash]

Hi! I love your clintasha stuff so much.

Do you have any headcanons for clintasha angst?! I’ve always imagined that with their age gap, nat’s closeness to Steve (in the MCU anyway), Clint’s insecurities and hidden anger streak (as seen in Endgame with Ronin), and the fact that they both have quite dominant personalities, conditions can sometimes be ripe for an argument.

And when they do fight, they fight! Like all the avengers/SHIELD are on edge for days because of the tension. And eventually one of them just gets so upset not having the other there that they will work up the courage to apologize.

Aww! Why thank you so much I’m glad you’re enjoying them!

I picture the fights between Clint and Nat to be a micro equivalent of the Cold War. Well, unlike the Cold War it does get hot! (Pun intended!) Picture the Cuban Missile crisis but make it between two very dominate and very opinionated and highly skilled individuals whose combined capabilities could level any building with a three block radius.

That my friend is what happens when Clint and Nat trade blows. Fortunately for New York and Avengers Tower they’ve managed to reserve their anger to sharp-tongued barbs and egg-shell tense silence. At least while in front of the team…until one or the other cracks and a dish gets thrown.

(Clint threw a coffee cup and missed Natasha obviously, Natasha predictably got offended that he missed on purpose. Steve had to cut in between them, which only redirected their anger onto him much to his supreme confusion.

“Oh wow look at Cap really putting your namesake to use huh? Do you have a list of thirteen points?!”

“Kindly fuck off old man, not every fight needs your fucking help!”

Clint and Nat promptly shared a look. Twenty minutes later everyone heard the ‘kiss and make-up’)

Clint definitely has an anger streak roughly six miles long but he hides it very very well. It took Phil a lot of blood (literally), sweat, and tears to help Clint get a handle on his shit when he first joined SHIELD. While his anger bursts are few and far in between, when they do explode out of him he has at least learned to redirect that anger onto his physical surroundings and be mindful that maybe punching a concrete wall wouldn’t do his shooting hand well. One of the first things Natasha ever gave him was a tennis ball. She picked it up on a whim during a mission because Clint was annoyingly restless, and figuratively bouncing off the walls with energy that he needed to expend but couldn’t because the mission was geared towards her skill set rather than his. He still has it to this day and whenever he feels the tell-tell hotness burning up his spine that comes with a burst of anger he’ll take out the tennis ball and start ricocheting it off the walls. (It drives Tony absolutely fucking nuts.)

Natasha’s anger is far more…precise. Like a surgeon’s scalpel compared to the mini nuke that is Clint’s. She specializes in using silence, passive aggression and careful word choice to express her anger, which inevitably triggers Clint’s mouth because he hates getting ignored. Especially by her. If by the fourth day neither of them crack Clint will start the truce with her favorite meal, a hot drawn bath and a list of apologies. Afterwards they’ll talk it out, between rounds of sex. (Clint’s of the mind that Natasha will just start some if the fights for the make up sex. Natasha only confirms this much later when physically backed into a corner. He really can’t blame her, he’s done it at least once or twice.)

Natasha’s apologies require a lot less forethought. Clint drops whatever argument they’re having at the sight of her bare breasts, along with his pants. This neat trick lasted for ohh about the second big blow out, when Clint afterwards rolled over and demanded that if she was gonna just fuck their problems away they might as well call it quits. “Don’t get me wrong you’ve got great tits and the sex is mind blowing but if great tits and mind blowing sex is all it takes we’ve got bigger problems, Tasha.” In the end they keep the sex, but Natasha makes an effort to truly truly talk it all out, which in returns Clint rewards. Quite enthusiastically.

For the more minor spats, they save those for the training mats, trading punches and ass pinches. By the time that’s all done they’re lying on their backs sweating through their clothes and laughing. They might be dating, but ultimately they’re competitive best friends through and through.

[castlebyersafterdark]

“Any one else with other suggestions for this ask? I struggled but I tend to want to lean more toward light or humor for this, because they really do love everything about each other's looks really, and a genuine critique about appearance makes me sad! But life has silly little funny moments, too!”

I mean this is kind of obvious but wouldn’t it be the reverse of Mike shaving his pubes. Like for instance, in established relationship byler where Will has preferred to be clean shaven/smooth and then suddenly one day he decides he wants to try and grow some facial hair, maybe something silly like a mustache just to see what it would look like and Mike is not having it AT ALL since he’s so used to smooth Will. He sulks and whines about it bothering his face when they kiss and Will just laughs it off and rolls his eyes at him. It could even be more playful where Will decides to mess with Mike by keeping it for a little longer even if he doesn’t really like it to the point where Mike is like “I’m not kissing you until it’s gone hmph” but we all know that’s not happening with how seductive Will can be 🤭 until finally Wills antics lead to them fucking and afterwards Will is like “yeah I’ll shave it off tomorrow” lol.

Wow that got away from me 😅 but basically accidental brat Will behavior is fun to play with

See, this would be the obvious thing and I understand the vision!! Maybe it's because I'm biased and personally like the idea of Will with a little mustache. Not full facial hair, but to me it's such a classic look, especially late 20s Will experimenting with his looks in the 90s, very of the era. that's probably where my mind goes, someone like Will who's pretty neat and tidy and clean cut but with just a cute little stache when he's older - might be a perspective thing.

But facial hair is soooo divisive, I get it! I mean, I like it on others but hate it on myself so preferences exist. And I only like certain styles on a man - not into the big beard/lumberjack look unfortunately haha (Hopper season 5 based on the photos i'm seeing gonna be a challenge).

So I can see the inspiration for this vision. Not a bad scenario! But I like Will's cute little mustache and maybe Mike wouldn't mind it? Maybe a more mature Mike. Young Mike might react differently. For sure!!!

Maybe Will tries to dye his hair once or get highlights or something very era stereotypical and Mike is just. Not having it. Tries a hairstyle that's sooooo not Will and Will was just trying to be different and trendy and is like ALRIGHT IT'LL GROW OUT GEEZ when Mike is poking fun and cringing about it. Some outflit flops from the resident fashionista. Mike tries to always hype him up but his lack of tact just blurts out sometimes and he can't hold his tongue.

Accidental brat Will is my favorite takeaway here. Yes and yessss to that!!

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2024 #9: In which Cameron affirms her partnership with Donna

[CN: food/eating breakfast] . . Cameron, who struggled every day to drag herself out of bed at the crack of 9am, got up at 6:30 the morning after she escorted Donna to Planned Parenthood. Unable and also not really willing to go back to sleep, she showered, dressed, and snuck out without waking Tom.

She got into the Jeep and drove off in a hurry, only to drive in slow circles for a while, unsure of where she should go at 7 am. She eventually went to a nearby park that had a small manmade lake surrounded by benches. She sat by the water, put on her headphones, and scribbled and doodled in her journal while she listened to the new Hüsker Dü album. And then, finally, at 8:30 she got back into her car, and drove to the nearest Waffle House, where she ordered enough food for at least four people, and then she drove to Donna’s.

Donna answered the door in her pajamas and robe. “Wow,” she said by way of greeting, eyeing the large bag of styrofoam food containers Cameron was cradling.

“Hi,” Cameron said, nervously. “I thought you might want some breakfast?” With that, Donna stepped aside so Cameron could come in.

Wordlessly, Cameron followed Donna into the kitchen. When she started to get plates and glasses from the counters, Cameron fussed at her, “No, let me do that, relax.” She put the food on the table, and got flatware for them both. When Donna finally sat down at the table, Cameron asked, “How are you? Are you okay?”

Evenly, Donna replied, “I’m fine. But thank you for asking.”

When Cameron opened one the container with not one but two servings of biscuits and gravy for her, Donna looked like she might cry, but she scraped half of it onto her plate and started to eat instead. Relieved, Cameron served herself a large helping of scrambled eggs, bacon, and home fries. Donna had some of the eggs and bacon, too, and ate as if she were ravenous. “This will probably made me sick,” she said between bites. “I don’t care though.”

After they ate, Donna insisted on putting on some coffee again, and then went upstairs. She came back downstairs in a sweater, sweatpants, and sneakers, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. As she poured mugs of coffee for them, she asked, “Is it nice enough for us to have our coffee outside? It looks sunny.” Cameron confirmed that it was nice, and they took their mugs out to the picnic table behind the house.

“I should have stayed here last night,” Cameron said as Donna sipped her coffee.

Donna had been surprised when Cameron offered to stay at her house that night. The idea of her staying the night at her house, while her husband and children were conveniently off on vacation, had made Donna uncomfortable for reasons that she hadn’t fully been able to articulate to herself, much less process.

“That you asked if I needed you to was more than enough, and I appreciate it,” Donna said. “I was fine, though. Gordon and the girls called, and after I talked to them I got plenty of rest.”

Feeling like she already knew the answer to her question, Cameron asked, “Are you gonna tell him?”

Donna sighed. Staring off into the distance, toward the house behind hers, she said, “No. It would just upset us both. He wouldn’t understand my decision, or that it’s not for him to understand.”

Cameron winced. “Hell of a secret to keep.” Then, anxiously, she added, “I’m not judging you. I feel like I’d probably do the same, and like most people would judge us for it. Like, ‘Oh, but that’s his child,’ or whatever.”

Darkly, Donna said, “Right. Well, he’s not the one who’d be doing all the work. Or all the worrying. I don’t think he understands that, either.”

“Really?” Cameron said. “He wouldn’t understand that you’d be doing most of the work of actually having the baby?” She let out a low whistle. “So much for Gordo the Boygenius.”

Donna let out a cackle, and nearly spilled some of her coffee.

Feeling mildly guilty, Cameron shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and said, “I got up early this morning, so I could leave before Tom got up. He asked me where we went last night, and got pissed when I wouldn’t tell him.”

Donna looked down into her mug, Curtly, she said, “So sorry to cause trouble in your relationship.”

Cameron frowned. “That’s not - that isn’t how I meant that, I’m sorry. I just meant, I don’t think he’d get it, either. Or that it’s not my place to tell him about something like this. Also,” her voice sharpened considerably, “it’s just, not his business?”

Donna looked up to see Cameron’s genuinely, outrageously beautiful face scrunched with supreme annoyance, and was so endeared by it that she chuckled affectionately at her.

“Why are men like that? I’ve met literally one man who can handle it with some grace when something doesn’t involve him,” Cameron groused, “and that would be Bos.”

Donna sighed again. “I was going to say that I don’t know, but I think I do know why the majority of men are like that, but, I don’t have the energy to get into it today. Literally, don’t get me started.” She stirred what was left of her coffee dejectedly.

Cameron watched Donna swirl her spoon around in her mug. Hesitantly, she admitted, “The thing is, you’re my partner. And Tom isn’t. I guess that bothers him, but, his feelings about it are irrelevant.”

Donna, of course, had noticed this, and also Tom’s irritating tendency to self-deputize at work, telling the other staff members what to do without being prompted. Rather than argue with him, or with Cameron, she’d made a habit of quietly give their coworkers different instructions.

Abruptly, Cameron said, “I’m sorry that I hired Tom without asking you first. Like, really sorry. That wasn’t cool.”

Donna glanced up at her. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”

“And I’m sorry for every dickish thing I’ve said about Gordon. They might be true, but, I still shouldn’t have said them.”

Cameron’s candid apology made Donna think of Joanie, and how she acted when Donna would make her apologize for saying something inappropriate. She laughed again.”

Cameron sat up straight, only to slouch back down again, elbows on the table, and rested her chin in her hands. “It’s just, you’re really great Donna. And you really deserve for the people around you to get how great you are.”

Donna smiled sadly, but warmly at Cameron. “I do have people like that around me.”

Cameron was unconvinced, but didn’t say so. Instead, she asked, “So when do Gordon and the girls get back? You said they’re coming home tomorrow, right?”

“Yep,” Donna nodded.

“Do you mind if I hang out here for a while? If you’re in the mood for company?” Cameron asked.

Donna grinned. at her. “I would love some company for a little while.”

[twiggyart6]

collecting short funny things to write under fanart of characters you really love

please feel free to add more thank you :3

(this is long as shit be prepared)

ough

looking at them

my friend :)

mwehehe

augh

I can't believe this

brain blasted

what a little freak

do you even care

be so fucking for real

your kidding

what a weirdo

a wonderous creature

consider this

from my personal collection

what the

I'm so normal

I'm not normal

why are they like that

evil swag

TEEHEE

I'm gonna frow up

yeah this is pretty cool

pretty fucked up dog

have you seen this?

my beautiful princess

I'm ill

oh good heavens!

my son. he has every disease

this shit aint nothin to me man

I laurve them

yoink

just a little bit. as a treat

tell them to stop

me when I GET you

MY GUY

the psychic worm (wohwohwohwohw)

good lord

cuteness aggression towards them

what the fuck ever

im feeling something

sigh

me when the

GRRAAAHH

im fucking serious

love it when they appear

its becoming unhealthy

go white boy go!

your never gonna believe this

worst guy ive ever seen

their just so ... drawable

sorry guys

i saw it in a dream

she is very gorgeous to me!

i see them when i close my eyes

my little scrungle

be so fucking for real

i can do whatever i want

bitch

yeah

my baby girl

my little kitty meow meow

they've done something to me

i gotta get outa here

yep

my favorite white man

dude!?

full of joy a whimsy

going cray cray!

well....

erm

heyy gurl wasup

she is beuty she is grace

aaaaanything could happen

just like me fr

its time

yahoo!

divine retribution

yay!!

so was foretold in the prophecy

their so ... woah

yessir

god. fucking. damn.

they understand me

you are not immune to propaganda

Explodes character with mind

Forgive me

I would tell them my most depraved thoughts

for the win!

my treasure my beloved

awesome

oh yeah woo yeah

thats it thats the post

this above all else

-INHALE-

had to get it out of my system

you absolute baby buffoon

but make it epic

dont question it

gay baby jail

mwah <3

i want to make them into bread

no guys you don't get it

i got nervous

every fuckin time man

[puts face in hands and groans loudly]

no way

DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEE

take a deep breath

stupid little bow wow

cringeposting once again

abandon society, embrace insanity

god has let me draw another day

had to do it

changed my brain chemistry

so the thing is-

im going to make you so girlfail

pathetic wet cat

guys.

their neat idk

or something like that

ATTENTION!!

i have the disease and its terminal

shrimply amazing!

hits you with the beam

smile :)

send help

oh hi didn't see you there

no i will not elaborate

the creature is demonic in nature

i think there's something wrong with them

i think there's something wrong with me

its fine

woah woah woah

do you even realize what you've done

very cool

do you see my vision

whatever the fuck this is called

the strugler

interesting..

oh i got you dont worry

nobody move

character on the brain always and forever

#1 hater

funny you should say that

nature is healing

imagine a guy. now imagine them again

ooo mama

get drawn idiot

get obsessed over idiot

if only they were real

post this character instantly

your honor i need them

ive got some notes

A juicy morsel

I want to push them down the stairs

They wouldn’t dare

(Eyes wide and mouth frothing) yeah!

my beautiful wife <3

[missingn000]

oh WOW where do i even begin with this chapter. okay maybe higuruma and nobara because you've gotten me all invested (again) in a pair that's never actually met in canon. pfpk will get their turn later in this ask lol so dw!

so higuruma and nanami finally meet again!! fuck yeah!! the "you talk all high and mighty" was a nice throwback, but that domain expansion joke was AWFUL. like... "lighten up" ?? um?? higuruma ?? all that aside, i found his description as a "dark figure" that "eclipses Nanami like a silhouette" really neat - it goes really well with their roles as each other's foils! no better way to hammer it in than with a symbolic image from another person's perspective :D

Nanami is the type of dad she’s always wanted, but Higuruma is the one she has. 

i hope u know i reread their fight in ch34 as a refresher and wow i need to write a separate analysis for that one sometime... anyway, it's just really interesting to me how nanami, higuruma's character foil, is the one who manages to earn nobara's respect! both of them have seen the worst of what humanity has to offer, but where higuruma came out of it disillusioned and despairing, nanami was lucky enough to have encountered yuuji & toge before the bleakness of it all could truly set in. the same can be said of the reverse! on the other hand, nobara and higuruma found each other at what was quite possibly the lowest point in their lives; higuruma was grappling with the crippling emotional aftermath of his and nanami's ideological clash, and nobara's grandmother literally just died. they may not realise it yet, but they're reliant on each other to make it through

also the parallel you drew between nanami holding back from killing nara & higuruma murdering the village sheriff Hit me like a fuckin truck. one of nobara's main arguments against higuruma is that he's a literal murderer, which is a very valid and fair thing to be upset over, BUT, and this is an important distinction, while nanami may come off as the ideal parent (in nobara's eyes), higuruma is the one she does have - and needs. and vice versa. also:

Toge expects her to ruminate, but almost immediately: “Thanks, but no thanks,” Nobara declares. “He said to come home whenever, right? That guy can’t cook for his life. I gotta make fun of his shitty dinner.”

he gave her a home!! got it in (...verbal?) writing and all!! the fact she's willing to acknowledge this in front of the ff is so significant too. higuruma says that "she'd be the first to tell you she's not my daughter," but her actions say otherwise! even if unconventional, lol. higuruma wasn't allowed past the threshold this time, but it's obviously just a matter of time and i can't wait. wonder what she has against toji but i'm not gonna dive into that rn. speaking of which - nobara's main issue (with regard to her fighting style) is that she tries too hard, which holds her back, right? i feel like that's also applicable to other parts of her life as well, so of course it'd seep into the way she approaches combat. clever, i like that!

megumi saying to gojo that "sometimes I wish I’d told you sooner that I love you too" absolutely ruined me, esp considering his silence in ch13. which i just read yesterday. don't do this to me. anyway, it's such a small thing, but it really shows how far they've come and it means the world to me! i would elaborate but this """ask""" is getting long enough as is </3

AND NOW

PFPK TIME

alternative title: reincarnated sorcerer tries to navigate the 21st century with a whimsical curse as their sole guide, it goes about as well as you'd expect

really fascinated by the descriptions of mahito's exaggerated imitations of human behaviour, btw. these are my favourites:

Mahito bursts into a jarring cackle.

He folds his arms with a vacant grin.

They wish he wouldn’t laugh like that. It sounds so real. 

all of it feels so staged. artificial. because it is - he copies what he sees humans do, to varying degrees of success. sometimes his attempts are hollow. sometimes they're startlingly... accurate, and blur the lines:

Mahito says, wiping a tear duct, and that’s just wrong. Only people should be able to laugh so hard they cry.

even though mahito actively messes with humans, he's... simultaneously deeply fascinated by them, going so far as to observe and copy their mannerisms AND retain a humanoid form. considering he's able to modify his body, it's not a stretch to assume he quite literally has to maintain his appearance-- but why bother putting in that much effort? if everything he does is a mimicry of the original, why does he bleed red? why does his name mean true person? the parts of himself that he has no control over are unsettlingly, undeniably human. really, he's doomed from the beginning, even though he tries to use his 'curse instincts' to distinguish himself from them.

AND - WAIT FOR IT - that's exactly he's so afraid of making a digestive system!! if he succeeds, he'll be crossing that invisible (and self-made, imo) line that differentiates curse from human. imitate the latter as he might, he still holds himself as separate from them, and he's not going to do anything that threatens that belief. on a subconscious level, he probably knows the truth, which is why he doesn't even try to prove kashimo wrong.

“Then I’ll fight you,” they murmur, beneath the booming crackle of pyrotechnics going out in a final blaze of glory, sacrificing themselves in the victoryless war raging in the heavens above.  “So look forward to it.”

wow. y'know, fireworks in chinese & japanese culture are apparently symbolic of warding off evil. fitting kashimo would talk about trying to kill mahito then, huh? :)

you already know what i think about the gojo-kashimo character foil but i'm putting it here again for easier reference in the future:

something gojo and kashimo share in common is strength (supposedly) being their defining trait, but there're some subtle differences here, namely in how they use it: in gojo's opinion, there's no point in being strong if you can't protect the people who matter most to you. in kashimo's eyes, though, it’s completely reversed. having an emotional crutch is "embarrassing," a hindrance more than anything else, the complete opposite of gojo's mentality. to them, you discard human bonds to become strong. to gojo, you become strong to preserve the people you've formed those bonds with.

the third time gojo and toji tried to kill each other, it was for highly personal reasons. but in kashimo’s and mahito’s hopefully hypothetical future fight ("Then I'll fight you"), it seems to be less about a personal vendetta than being the one to decide how their dearest person’s story will end.

There’s so little you can hold onto, in this world. If you can’t cherish something, maybe it’s enough to decide how you have to let it go.

KAY OH MY GOD. HI

ive already said this to you BUT this comment is everything to me. your analyses are always so insightful and on point dude, it's SO flattering that you put this much time, effort, and consideration into the themes & symbols in this monstrosity 😭❤️️ warm and fuzzies. like my heart is next to a fireplace

OKAY NOW FOR THE COMMENT ITSELF. more below cut!

nanami & higuruma meet again!! yes!! i just had to give higuruma a weird, off-putting joke, considering that "i'm a lawyer, so talking to me costs ¥5,000 every half hour" quip he gave yuuji during his introduction. his dynamic with nanami is so interesting to me, because out of all character foil duos they're definitely the most alike. which is why it's so interesting that you pointed out how nanami is the one who managed to earn nobara's respect; that "Nanami is the type of dad she’s always wanted, but Higuruma is the one she has" line physically hurt me to type. OW. the angst. they totally met at rock bottom, and i don't think they can climb back up without each other, either: you got it totally right that higuruma is the dad she needs!!

they're both already growing. higuruma now realizes nanami was actually lucky to not have to kill toge's aunt, because he saw firsthand the damage murdering the sheriff caused to his relationship with nobara. and nobara realizes she has a home!!! she's wanted!! even though she thinks he "probably didn't mean it like that," the fact that she's willing to hope already speaks volumes to how much she's grown in her short time with him.

dfghjk that megumi line...ive also mentioned this to you but gojo & megumi have one of my favorite canon found family relationships of all time. they're everything to me. i will put gojo & megumi fluff and angst wherever possible. this is a threat

ANYWAY.

PFPK.

i feel like im just gonna repeat what weve talked about in messages but YEAH, that constant sense of "off"-ness about mahito where he's just close enough to seeming human to give someone pause, but inhuman enough to show that he's dangerous. how much of it is an act and how much of it is real? it's a line unclear to even mahito sometimes. you can only pretend for so long before you either get too tired to continue or it genuinely becomes a part of you -- if it wasn't a part of you all along, and you just didn't know how to express it. mahito's "human" act is never one he's continually had to play, because he had some semblance of alone time to go off and commit atrocities.

but he's around a human 24/7 now. he constantly has to figure out how to react to external stimuli in the most human way possible, and i don't think he wants to admit how naturally it comes to him. mahito is born from human hatred: but the thing is, hatred goes so much deeper than just animosity towards others. it's self-hate, it's hate towards your own weaknesses, hating feeling a certain way and not being able to do anything to fix it. i think this is why mahito has such a wide emotional range in canon: hate is a multi-dimensional emotion. hate is fear, grief, anger. i always joke that being a hater fuels me, but to an extent it's actually true -- it's cathartic, y'know? it's fun to hate. you can love to hate. and you can hate to love.

GOJO AND KASHIMO...i was looking in our chat at for my response to this analysis and it was something along the lines of "RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE" which is really in character for me but not great for, uh, actual analytical responses. of all the character foils, i think kashimo and gojo are the most different -- polar opposites, but with that one disturbing, awful similarity about dooming their own partners. it fucking sucks to care about who they each respectively care about, and kashimo won't even admit it, so gojo's really got his work cut out for him. poor guy, dude's dealing with enough already without having to instigate inconvenient realizations in some guy over 20 times older than him

GOD. of course you'd call attention to that last line. i won't lie, "There’s so little you can hold onto, in this world. If you can’t cherish something, maybe it’s enough to decide how you have to let it go" is definitely one of my favorite things i've ever written. it fucking HURTS and represents so much about this story. i need to lie down

THANK YOU FOR THIS MESSAGE!! i seriously have parts of it memorized. i'm sure we'll continue to discuss/screech over all these things and i greatly look forward to it

[skekilla]

https://www.deviantart.com/skekilla/art/Runaway-Train-Act-III-Scene-4-940199111

The way the dawn came up over the place the next day was quite like how it did over an army camp, Johnny thought.

With each passenger who woke, a sense of duty settled more and more in the room. They had a task to do, and they were soon to be sent out to do it as well as they could. The only thing stopping them all from beginning right then and there was waiting for the others to wake up. Johnny had found himself awake first, actually; he watched as one by one, his companions all roused from sleep, blinking awake with a steady determination in their eyes. Why, it almost made him blush! This was all for him, after all; their soldier-like diligence was for the cause of his leg. When everybody was awake and getting into their planned groups, he profusely murmured thank-yous to each person at least once.

Rather than replying to those thanks with words of his own, Curtis’ eyes had just met Johnny’s in that fathom-deep grim-soft way of his. A nod, and that was it; he was off to settle down the rest of his crew. Salem and Anne ran at each other around Ed. In time, Curtis got Ed to corral them all; the gravedigger had scooped Anne up and put her on his shoulders, then he handed his shovel off to Salem (which had their eyes sparkling and jaw dropped in awe). When that was done with, the sailor started away in a preemptively annoyed huff. The other three followed in happiness, the noise and yet more well-wishes from Johnny going with them.

Sally had approached after, answering Johnny’s thanks with a squeeze of his hand and a renewed warning: “We’ll be back soon as we can. Watch out for Lillian, now.”

Orla nodded with a grin, “Yes, take care of yourself, Johnny!” As he’d said his gratitude to her, she drew Sally away by her free hand, making the singer release her grip on his. They set out the door on their own end of the car, followed by BB, who had been roller-pacing around there the whole time in anticipation. Johnny had to admit a sort of angst lifted off him when the undead daredevil sped out of the car. That angst was only exchanged for another kind, though: worry for his friends.

Now Johnny was alone, all alone, with that one thing he was warned against most: Lillian. In perfectly languid fashion, she came over and sat in the seat across from him (or, rather, laid, as she was sort of draped over the armrests). “And then there were two,” she said. Johnny, pretty terrified, kept himself in silence. Her mask-eyes turned to him when he didn’t reply. “What, you’re not gonna say anything?” she asked. “I’m sure you have neat stuff to talk about.”

“I-I’d rather not,” Johnny stuttered quietly, looking down at his boots. When had they gotten all scuffed? He tried to think of that to distract himself.

It didn’t work because Lillian wouldn’t shut up. “Come on! It’s really boring of you to just sit there saying nothing, you know.” She punctuated that with a shrug. “It’s not like I’m going to kill you.” That wasn’t comforting at all. Lillian must’ve realized that, because, after a moment, she tried something else. “Okay, fine… how’s this: what year are you from? What country?”

Well, now she had certainly done the trick. Even despite his fear, Johnny’s eyes flicked up to look Lillian right in the face. “It’s really true, then,” he murmured. “We’re all actually from different… times.”

She tilted her head in a patronizing kind of way. “Wow, you figured it out then,” she said. “This train goes through all time and space. Picking up souls after they die and taking them to whatever end they want to go to, transporting spirits or reapers or demons—yeah, you know those last two at least—to wherever they need to be—that’s what this thing is for. I run all of it.” She was smug on that last thought, but Johnny was caught up too much in his own head to notice that. Ed had told them this in fewer words already, of course, but coming from Lillian herself…

“Really?” Johnny breathed. “Everyone who’s ever died—ever—has been on this train…?”

“Yeah,” Lillian said. “Well, you know, most; before trains were made, there were like, chariots or horses or whatever for the reapers. But yeah, now that’s all done through the train. That and more.” Her confirmation was all Johnny had needed; his feet felt as though they were resting on graves—the graves in the field beside camp, the graves that had been made of the battleground mud, the graves in his hometown, the graves in a hundred towns, the graves of all the world. It felt strangely as if he was in one of those very graves. For the first time, it really hit him that escape might not…

“Gosh,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” Lillian continued nonchalantly. “It was a pretty big shock for me too, but you get over it after a while.”

Those words of hers forced their way past Johnny’s more grim thoughts. His brow creased a little. Was. That meant Lillian hadn’t always been on the train. And what could that mean? “S-so… you were alive at some point?” he asked. “I would’ve thought those reapers weren’t—”

“Ugh, that doesn’t matter,” she sort of snapped. “All that does matter is Death made me a reaper. Tuxy liked me or whatever, so he did.” The sudden energy to her voice made Johnny shrink again.

“Then have t-the… the other reapers all been alive before, too…?” he murmured.

“No. They’ve all never been alive. I’m the only one like this. I’m special.” So that’s why she didn’t die when her mask was blown apart… she is something different from those other reapers. With that realization, though, he just couldn’t help but feel sort of sorry for her. All alone in half-death like this… and she’s only a kid. He looked over her rabbit ears, her masked face, the cheek that had been repaired by the hand of Death, the golden “I” emblazoned on her forehead. In death, she had become something else, not because of herself, but because of… was it for some cause? Was it just for the sake of it? Chance? Or, perhaps, was there some deeper reason for what had been done? Johnny didn’t know. He couldn’t guess at the intentions of Death anyway.

Lillian was the first to make any sound after that; a low hum left her. “Okay, I said enough and more. Now you have to tell me something about you,” she said, returning to her relaxed posture. “Something interesting, please.”

Johnny looked down at his boots again. What was interesting enough to follow that? He thought to himself for a moment. Well, there was one thing people tended to think was neat about him. His eyes raised back up sheepishly. “I’ve met Walt Disney,” he said softly. “That’s something, right? Do… people still care about Mr. Disney when you’re from?”

Lillian froze. Her ears pricked straight up and her black gaze was piercingly focused. “You… you’ve actually met Walt Disney? The Walter Elias Disney, right?”

Oh, I guess that means people still know him, Johnny thought, a smile growing on his face. “Y-yes, the same,” he answered. “I was just an animator at his studio before the war, but we all used to get to talk with him once in a while. The studio’s getting bigger so it’s a different story now, but…”

“Oh my god,” she said. “That’s amazing! I’m talking to a part of Disney history!” She was the most ecstatic, certainly the most energetic, that Johnny’d seen her yet. She swung her legs around to sit properly—well, as properly as she could in her excitement; she was on the edge of her seat. “Wait- you must’ve worked on Snow White then. Oh, did you go to that big party at the Norconian afterward?”

Now Johnny was quietly laughing to himself. It was surprising, really, to see Lillian like this. “You’re a fan of the studio, then?” he asked.

“Duh, obviously!” she said. “A fan of the studio, of the parks, of the whole thing—! oh, you must not know about the parks. Okay, tell me everything about what you do know. Everything!” This girl, with all her darkness, really was only a kid after all, wasn’t she? After all that death and terror, she was just like any other: enthusiastic about what interested her, loud, curious. She really was lonely, despite her mask of self-absorption, but now it seemed that what Johnny had done—what had come of his life, if it was really complete now that he was here—was some remedy to that. She wasn’t dangerous—not at her heart, anyway. She was just a child in an impossible situation trying her best to impress. There’s no need to be afraid of her. Maybe she’ll even be our biggest help. Maybe… maybe everything will be fine.

[sillylildude]

Re-reading my fanfics tonight for the first time in a while and it feels like I’m reading a love letter to myself. They’re not perfect, I’m editing a few little mistakes I catch here and there, but man it is such a good feeling to read a sentence and think “wow, that’s really good. I MADE that.” It’s so neat to notice all the common phrases and words and structures I keep coming back to across each work. It’s fun to laugh at my own jokes, to smile at my own romantic scenes, to feel my heart rate go up as I read my own action scenes. It’s just really rewarding to sit back and enjoy these stories that I made for myself.

I was so damn embarrassed when I started jotting down my BOTW-inspired daydreams last year. I told myself it was a silly, one-time thing, that I wasn’t going to try hard to make the story good, that I’d never tell anyone I was writing it, and that I DEFINITELY wouldn’t share the finished product anywhere. A year and three posted fics later, I’m proud of what I’ve produced. I still don’t really consider myself a good writer, and as of writing this I genuinely have no idea what I’m going to write next, but I have had so much fun trying this new activity and sharing it with strangers on the internet. This has been a really fulfilling hobby for me, and I’m really thankful I took the plunge and tried it out.

Idk why I’m writing all this. But I do want to say to my like, 10 real followers and 78 spam porn bots, if you read anything I’ve written or encouraged me in this endeavor in any way, I really appreciate you. I think I’m gonna keep writing. Again, not sure what I’ll write about next, but I do want to keep this going. So, thanks for reading, if you did. This post or the fics. Thank you.

[negasonicimagines]

Afraid / Part 6: A Disgusting Delight

Wade visits your past, present, and speculates on if your future should really involve him. Later, you decide to have some fun for the first time in a while.

“Wow, this is really nice. You did all this?”

“We were given a budget by the school for the operation, a stipend of sorts. Once we got set up with the computers and stealth suits, and reimbursed the school for the use of power and the internet bandwidth, we had a lot of rollover. Logan gave me creative control, of course, but it’s not like it was my money or anything.”

“Seriously, though, as grim as it sounds, have you considered doing, y’know, this? Maybe working in a funeral home or however that works? This is really- Is that Goodnight Moon?”

“Yeah, it was, um… It was his favorite. The last book I read to him, before… Y’know.”

“It was my favorite when I was a kid, too,” Wade reveals. “That’s neat, you laminated it and stuff so it doesn’t get damaged or anything.”

“Thanks,” you reply sharply. 

“It’s like you said. I should’ve been here. Go ahead and yell at me or whatever you wanna do.”

“Not here. Not in front of him,” you respond, your voice low and weak.  

“Right, of course, I’m sorry. Theodore, huh? Where’d that come from?”

“I like names with nicknames. Gives a bit of versatility, y’know? He could be Teddy with me, or his friends, but if he wanted to be more- More professional, he could-”

“You thought he might make it?” That doesn’t sound like you. Sure, you’re emotional, but there’s a certain logic to it, even if it’s twisted. You’re not unrealistic like that. 

“I hoped he would. That maybe… I mean, yours didn’t activate until you died that first time, in the fire. I knew he wouldn’t beat the cancer, but I thought maybe he would- I thought- I hoped-”

“He would come back,” Wade fills in the blank. “You thought he might come back.”

“Naive, just like Miss Frost always said.”

“No. It is not naive to have hope. To love someone and care about them. It’s not. You did what you could and gave him a better life than he could’ve ever had there. That’s not naive, that is incredible.”

“Did I give him a better life? Or did I just prolong his pain for my own selfish desire to have a family?”

“Shut up. Just- Shut up. Don’t you dare say that. You did the right thing.”

You don’t say anything, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. 

“You’re crying again,” he notices.

“I gotta get better at not doing that. I never really tried, there wasn’t a point if no one could see it,” you explain. 

“No, it’s okay. It’s good that you can cry. Lotta people like us can’t anymore. We’ve seen too much.”

You nod. 

“I think I’m ready to leave now. You can stay if you want,” you tell him. 

“No, I’ll go with you.”

“You ever gonna come back?” you ask. It’s a loaded question and he knows you know it is as you point it at him. He thinks on it, before answering:

“I don’t know if I could do it by myself. Doesn’t feel right. But if you want me to, I’ll come with you.”

“Okay. That would be nice, every now and then,” you agree, turning around and walking away. Wade catches up with you. “We haven’t seen Logan in a couple of days. I should probably check on Laura, too.”

“You wanna divide and conquer?” he offers. You nod before taking off. Damn, he should’ve asked you where Logan was. 

He strolls back to the school, looking through every nook and cranny before making it to the kitchen. You’re sitting with Laura at the bar while Logan fries up some bacon. 

“Want some? BLTs,” he offers. 

“Oh, no, I already ate, thanks,” you assure him. 

“Need to get some meat on those bones. You shouldn’t rely on that telepathy shit.”

“I’m fine, I promise. I swim, remember?”

“You coach swimming. Never seen you do it,” he says, and he’s right. How come Wade didn’t notice that? 

“Okay, yeah, it’s been a while. If it means that much to you, I’ll start hitting the gym more often.”

“Yeah, you should,” Logan agrees without hesitating. Is that what Wade’s supposed to be doing? He was so focused on his feelings and yours that he hadn’t even taken into account your physical wellbeing in all of this. You had a donut for breakfast and then chips for lunch, declaring a lack of appetite due to stress. Stress or no, you should be eating.

“Anyways, you two sure you’re settling in okay? I can get you set up with counseling, reintegration courses, whatever you need.”

“We’re just fine,” Logan insists. “Happy to be here.”

“And you?” you ask Laura, who goes pale before turning a little pink. You chuckle at her loud thoughts. “I’m flattered, but you’re a little too young for me.”

“You said you wouldn’t do that,” she grumbles.

“Can’t help it if you’re screaming at me,” you remind her. “You’re not the first or the last. Consider it forgotten. Seriously, how are you settling in? Remedial classes working out okay?”

“Yeah, I’m set to get my GED next month.”

“That’s awesome!” you cheer. “I told you you could do it.”

Wade can’t help but feel like he’s glimpsing into your life without him. You’re smiling more than you do when it’s just the two of you, at least recently. He could delude himself into thinking it has something to do with being more comfortable around him, but he knows the truth: you’re happier without him around as a walking reminder of everything you’ve lost. 

He walks slowly back to the office. Ellie’s settled into her position remarkably fast. 

“How do you have time for this?” he wonders.

“Oh, I just wrapped up a contracted position, so I’m in between jobs right now,” she explains. “I’ve been considering getting a teaching certification and working here, anyways. The Computer Basics teacher is set to retire soon.”

“Wow, you, a teacher? That’s… Actually not that crazy. Um, I’m gonna be out of town for a little while. Do you think you could keep an eye on Y/N, let me know how she’s doing?”

“Oh, fuck no. Not this bullshit. What happened?” Ellie asks, looking up from the computer. “Well? Spit it out. Don’t make me get Yukio.”

“I just… I saw her, without me. I mean, it was different when I saw her coaching, that’s her job. I saw her with Logan and Laura and- I don’t know. It looked… Right. She seemed happier.”

“Levi always seems happy. That’s, like, Levi 101. You gotta dig a little deeper, she doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve like some of us. Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not judging. I made that mistake, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, back when we were roommates, she seemed so happy all the time. I really did hate her for it. Even after everything came out with the case, she still sang in the shower and skipped along to class. I figured she was happy to trade her parents for Miss Frost. I hated her for that, too – Miss Frost favoring her so much. 

“It wasn’t until years later, when everything went down with Theodore… I realized that she was in pain the whole time. She had to be. I felt so stupid, but I didn’t know how to apologize. The timing was never right, and did I even have the right? I wasn’t special, I wasn’t the only one who resented her. And yet she’s being so nice to me right now, welcoming me with open arms to a project that’s deeply personal for her. Why?”

“Because she knows you have a good heart and that you’re going to do your best,” Wade quickly reassures her. If Negasonic of all people starts crying in front of him, he’s gonna lose his mind – especially because he knows that she’s beating herself up over memories that are partially false at best.

“And there’s your answer. Don’t make things worse by leaving. Just stay. If she didn’t want you around, you wouldn’t be,” Ellie flips it back onto him. “If she trusts you enough to let you see her pain, you should appreciate that for what it is instead of being jealous of the people she pretends for. You’re clearly special to her.” 

“Wow. That was super insightful. You should really give the teaching thing a go. I’m sure Y/N would be happy to give you some pointers,” Wade suggests. 

“I don’t know about that…” Ellie trails off, looking disturbed.

“What? Why? Scared she’ll turn your brains to scrambled eggs?”

“No! No, I… I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right.”

Well, aren’t you clever? He’s guessing that’s your work, an invisible wall between you that she doesn’t understand. 

“Well, I think you two would make cute work buddies, so figure it out,” Wade declares. He’s got her hook, line, and sinker. Let her revisit those memories, figure it out, and confront you. 

You deserve it in more ways than one. 

A new routine falls into place for your growing team. Laura joins the fight, despite your protests. You’ve had to be reminded more than once that you were younger than her when you started digging. 

“Come on, it really bothers you that much?” Eloise asks after she hands Laura another assignment – you’ve instructed her to only give Laura survivors. Laura lurks, waiting to hear your answer. The two of you followed Eloise here after dinner. 

“I think it’s wrong. We pulled her out so she wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. Now, all she does is worry about it.”

“That’s fair,” Eloise admits. “But it’s good for her in the way that it’s good for Logan, Wade, and even you. Fighting back and making sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else eases the pain, doesn’t it? Here’s yours.”

“I guess so,” you admit, taking the memo and folding it up. You clutch it as you ask:  “Why does it even matter to you? It’s not like I’m keeping her out.”

“Just curious. It’s been nice getting to know this version of you. I like her glasses,” Eloise remarks. After that night, you continued wearing them when you weren’t actively on a mission. It’s saved you some headaches, literally. “They make her seem a little more human.”

“As opposed to?” you ask. 

I know you can read my mind, she thinks in response. She may not remember how she learned, but she still remembers how to push thoughts in your direction. 

So? Sometimes it’s nice to hear things the traditional way, you reply. It’s not like I’m constantly reading you, either. I can control it. 

“An alien, or- Something.” 

“A monster,” you say, but it’s not what she’s thinking at all and you both know it. It’s happening all over again. “Maybe you should take some time off. This can be really taxing.”

“When’s the last time you took a day off? And I mean a full day — not even thinking about it or making plans for what you’ll do when you get back.”

“That’s different. I didn’t have a backup before.”

“You do now. Wade and Laura are available to pick up the slack. It was a rhetorical question, anyways. I don’t want to take time off. This is important.”

“You’re not a monster,” Laura pipes up from the corner. You’d almost forgotten she was there. “Does she think that?”

“No, no, I… I was projecting. Ellie thinks kind thoughts about me, or she’s had the luck of doing so during my random security checks. Good vibes only, either way.”

“Good vibes only, that is so 2014,” she teases you. 

“Shut up,” you laugh. “That was only-”

“Ten years ago?” And not far off from the time you met. 

“Yeah, whatever,” you scoff. “Anyways, I’ll work on this and keep you posted.”

“Please do. And Laura-”

Logan’s daughter’s head whips toward Eloise, as if challenging her. Her crush on you may have faded as time went on, but she’s still incredibly protective. 

“Thanks for looking out for her. You’re a really good friend.”

“Thanks,” Laura huffs. God, I can smell it on both of you. Just get over yourselves already. 

That’s your sign that you need to go out tonight and forget about everything else. 

“You know what? You’re right. I’m taking the night off. This isn’t too urgent, is it?” you ask, holding up the piece of paper. 

“Nah, she should be in that town for at least a couple more days. Enjoy yourself.” 

“Cool. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you.” 

You head back to your room, digging your favorite outfit out of the closet. Flirtatious yet tasteful, clinging and giving you room to breathe in all the right places. You touch up your makeup before putting on a nicer pair of shoes and setting out for the bar — Ultraviolet.

It’s a town away, so not the most convenient of drives, but at least it still exists. Not many lesbian bars do. 

You slink in to find that the party’s already started, bass thumping in your chest and drinks sloshing onto the floor. 

That’s when you scan the crowd. 

Not a single one in sight, your prey thinks. They’re all with their friends, or a girlfriend. Oh, there you are. Yeah, she’s perfect. And perfectly alone.

You pretend not to notice her, instead heading up to the bar. You skim her thoughts and memories for a bit. No STDs, likes bondage… You’ve found a winner for sure. 

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a while,” Megan says from behind the bar. 

“Yeah, sorry… Been busy with work.” This is perfect. You’ll keep her talking for a bit in the hopes that your friend will notice that you’re about to order a drink. 

“What do you do again?” 

“Oh, I coach swimming at Xavier’s,” you remind her. 

“Right! And I assume you want your usual?”

Damn it. Being a creature of habit sucks sometimes. She hasn’t noticed yet. 

“Oh, I don’t know… I was thinking of getting something else. Maybe a Cosmopolitan.”

“That’s just the basic version,” Megan chides you. “What, you don’t wanna give me as much of a tip?”

“Megan, I would never, you know that,” you assure her. 

There she is. There’s loneliness in her eyes. I might not even need this to take her home with me and have my way. 

“Then what’s it going to be?” Megan playfully asks.

“Whatever it is, put it on my tab. Riley,” your new friend finally introduces herself. 

“Hi, Riley. I’m Y/N,” you reply.

“That’s a beautiful name. I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“I think I will go with the Pink Fetish,” you decide. “Thank you, Riley. You don’t have to do that, though. I’m…”

“Going to dance with me?” Riley finishes your sentence for you as Megan sets down the drink before tending to other customers. 

“I suppose so,” you agree. “I’m not the best dancer, though. I’ll definitely need to drink up beforehand to have any chance of being comfortable embarrassing myself like that.” You look out over the floor, pretending to be apprehensive and distracted as Riley slips the ketamine into your drink. Bingo. 

You turn back and smile at her sweetly before taking a sip of the drink.

“Wow, this tastes better than usual! Megan must’ve been practicing,” you declare over the music before chugging down the rest. Riley looks a little nervous. 

“Let’s go dance,” she insists. 

You smile and nod as the weightless feeling takes over you. You feel giddy, but it’s not just the drink. You’re getting laid, the only way you can without worrying about the other person’s consent: knowing they’re going to purposefully disregard yours. 

You sway to the music as Riley’s hands roam your body. You start to lose your balance quickly, though. 

“Oh, jeez, babe, you did drink that pretty fast. You’re not usually this much of a lightweight. Let’s go home,” she suggests, playing the role of concerned girlfriend. It makes your stomach twist.

“Aw, what? Home? But we’re just getting started, I hardly know you. Just a little longer, come on,” you insist, giving her a chance to get out of this by playing dumb. She’s actually pretty gorgeous, with dark eyes and darker hair. She stands at eye level with you, but you’re wearing heels, so in reality she’s taller. It’s a shame she feels like she has to do this to feel powerful, in control. She’d be a total catch, otherwise. Well, she’s still a catch, but only for you. 

What’s not a shame is that once you’re done with each other, she’s going to have a brain aneurysm and you’re going to leave her to rot alone. 

“Let’s go,” she insists. Putting up a bit of a fight, are we? Maybe I didn’t give her enough. Oh, well. She’s coming home with me whether she likes it or not. 

“Aw, okay,” you whine, letting her push past the crowd and pull you along towards the doors. You can’t wait to see the bruises she’ll leave you with. Unfortunately, you won’t remember everything. 

You never do.

[survivor-trinidad-and-tobago]

Episode 15: "ACQUIESCE BABY!!!"—Kaleigh

In this round: Everyone acquiesces to Kaleigh's spelling superiority when she wins her second individual immunity; Kaleigh steals Zee's vote; and Zee joins the jury

Zee

Whaddup my name's Jared I'm 19 and I never fuckin learned how to read

Michael

Honestly not much to report! I'm going to try and stay strong with Alex and Kaleigh. Tony left but I'm sure that's a big relief for him, he did great for his first game.

Jack

Hey babes, so I’m SOOO HAPPY to be back and I’m with my hot gurlzzz and I love them. Im so happy Tony got out cause he didn’t vote w me (that’s what he gets 😌). At this point anyone but me, champ, or zee going home is the best for my game cause it’s gonna be a 3-3 tie. IM READY FOR ROCKS☠️😈

Kaleigh

woooooo another immunity win, i woulda been so shocked if someone could beat me at a spelling bee. ACQUIESCE BABY!!! my deranged cobwebby brain is good at one thing and one thing only… and that’s spelling. i’m jk i’m good at other things too but wow lol ok. so i’m immune tonight. zee is asking me and alex to flip on michael, and its just condescending at this point :( like i know what i’m doing babe and idgaf if u think michael is gonna win. i’m fine with that LMAO why would i flip on my allies to be at the bottom of ur 3? like? no??? but i told her it’s a possibility but i think i’ll probably just steal a vote tonight and get zee out. please god don’t let her have another stinking advantage !! also i finished that book and it was extremely good. and it’s my niece’s 4th birthday.

Alex

Ugh, this vote still feels tenuous. Champ said today she wanted to take Zee out last vote (not that it would have mattered, ultimately - I KNEW she had a second idol lol). She's flat out lied to me so many times at this point, but she also knows how big of a threat Zee is. Finding the time to actually talk game with her feels like it will be impossible, though. I finally reached out to Zee last night to compliment her on still trying to unify the tribe like with the game night. She used the words 'icing out' to describe how quiet chat has been between sides, which is fair. I don't know if it was directed only at me, but even if that wasn't what I was trying to do I can see how she felt that way. It just felt like there was not even, like, pretended level of potential to work together and I didn't know how to bridge the gap of "hey even though we won't tell each other anything in-game, how's life?" and have it not seem disingenuous. So I'm glad that came out of last night. The Tony blindside definitely surprised me, and Jack coming back into the game over Colin. It really feels like it's Champ or bust with this vote but if we come to the risk of rocks, I see them possibly flipping. Now that I'm at Actual Final 6 I don't actually want to go to rocks anymore lol. It just feels like if we can get through tomorrow's vote we could get the rest of the way but who knows. If Zee has a third idol I'll lose my mind lmao. The way Kaleigh's still got her steal a vote and idol and I'm sitting over here with my flopped advantages. Sigh. Kind of incredible of her to only have one vote against her so far AND IT'S FROM ME. She's killing it. Wait. Do I have the most votes out of our 3? I do! Well, that's something I guess. Maybe I could have played a more fluid game, and tried to get the majority alliance to eat each other from the inside of it, but there's no point in thinking about that now. I'm at Final 6 and that's very neat.

Champ

I’m running late again for the confession, anyways here for a good time! Not a long time LMFAO

Zee

Haven't heard from Jack all day, Champ messaged once. I'm pretty sure I'm going home tonight

Tribal Council

Zee: LOST VOTE

Champ: Alex (ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS)

Kaleigh: Zee (IF YOU HAVE A THIRD IDOL ISTG)

Kaleigh (Zee’s Stolen Vote): Zee

Alex: Zee (You’ve played SUCH a good game, and for all I know, you could still be here after this vote. It genuinely wouldn’t surprise me lmao. But here’s hoping this works. I enjoyed our pre-swap talks.)

Michael: Zee (you’ve played a wonderful game, sorry we didn’t really play together but that’s how it goes 🤷🏾‍♂️)

Jack: Alex (sorry babes we ain’t working together)

[kwanisms]

[02:14], Jihoon, requested by anon

╰┈➤ F4 "I didn't get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer, too. I know you're sad, so let me in."

summary: you walk through the rainy city to bring your boyfriend pizza and beer to cheer him up

wc: 952

warnings: adult dialogue, suggestive material, reader gets super wet but not like that. alcohol consumption

a/n: I hope you like this one! I changed the prompt just slightly. A couple words to make it fit a little better. Anyway, I'd probably walk through hell and back for Woozi lol

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“The things I do for love.”

You grumbled and moaned about your situation as you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out the keycard to hold up to the card reader, unlocking the sliding door, allowing you into the building.

Normally, the Pledis building was closed this time of the night but with idols and producers working all hours of the night and day, entry was granted with a keycard which you happened to have.

You nodded at the security guard who looked over you, an amused smirk crossing their face as you passed but thankfully they said nothing as you stopped at the elevator, pushing the up button and waiting for the door to open.

Had you been smarter, you wouldn’t be standing there, dripping wet, waiting for the lift to take you up to the floor where your boyfriend’s studio was. Had you been smarter, you would have just ordered delivery and sent it to him rather than taking it yourself, but you didn’t pride yourself on your intelligence.

The ride up to the fourth floor was quick thankfully but you were still freezing, the combination of your wet clothes and the air conditioned building proving to be your undoing as you shivered, walking down the hall to Jihoon’s studio.

He was supposed to join you and the rest of Seventeen to celebrate a successful comeback but he never showed up to the restaurant and when you overheard one of the managers talk about Jihoon seeming a little on the sad side, you were up before anyone could stop you.

You stopped by one of your favorite pizza places and grabbed Jihoon’s favorite pie before stopping at a convenience store and grabbing some beer and making the walk to the Pledis building. Of course, you didn’t expect the sky to open up when you were a couple blocks away.

Now you looked like a drowned cat as you stopped outside the door to Jihoon’s studio. Woozi’s room.

You tried the handle, not at all surprised that it was locked. You knocked on the door and called out to your boyfriend.

You expected he might have his headphones on but you were determined. You knocked again, a little louder this time before pressing the button for the bell next to the door. A neat little feature Jihoon had installed. It was a buzzer but it was also attached to a light that flashed to let him know someone was there.

It worked like a charm, a smile spreading across your face when you heard him.

“Who is it?” Jihoon called through the closed door. “It’s me!” You called back.

A brief silence followed before Jihoon spoke again. “Babe, I’m not gonna be done here for a while, you should probably just go home.”

Your smile fell into a frown. “Uh, it’s raining outside,” you countered.

“Then call a cab?”

Your frown turned into a scowl. Oh no he didn’t.

“Look” you started hotly. “I didn’t get soaking wet walking to your studio for you to say no to pizza,” you explained, shouting through the door. When you heard no sound on the other side, you continued.

“I have beer, too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

The door opened moments later and Jihoon appeared, looking you over, an amused smile forming on his lips.

“Wow you weren’t kidding,” he said as he stood back to let you in. “Careful,” he added. “You’re dripping everywhere.”

You threw him an annoyed look before setting the pizza box and six pack on the coffee table in the small nook of his studio. You removed your coat and looked around for somewhere to hang it up.

“Here,” Jihoon said softly, holding out a towel and taking your soaked coat. You thanked him and started to dry yourself with the towel. Jihoon returned moments later and shook his head, moving to sit on the couch in the small nook.

You sat next to him, placing the towel under you as he grabbed one of the beers and opened it. “Who said I was sad?” He asked, looking up at you as you opened your own beer. “One of the managers,” you replied, reaching out to grab the pizza box and open it.

Jihoon shook his head. “I’m not sad,” he answered. “I just didn’t feel like going out with everyone,” he continued, raising the bottle to his lips and taking another sip.

“But this,” he added, nodding towards the pizza and beer. “I don’t mind this.”

“Well that,” you replied, pointing at his smile. “Makes getting soaked worth it.”

“Oh shit,” Jihoon said, setting his beer down and getting up quickly. He walked over to the closet and opened it, kneeling down for a moment before standing back up and shutting the door. He returned with some dry clothes for you.

“You want me to just change right here?” You asked, setting your bottle down and looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He smirked, trying and failing miserably to hide it.

“Not like I haven’t seen it all before, babe,” he muttered, picking up his beer and grabbing a slice of pizza. You rolled your eyes, lightly slapping his leg. “Pervert.”

He chuckled lightly as you quickly tore off your wet clothes and pulled on the dry ones, thanking him silently as you wrapped your wet clothes in the towel.

“Thank you,” he replied. “For the pizza and beer,” he added when you turned to glare at him. Your glare softened and you smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“And for the show,” he added with a mischievous grin, causing you to slap his leg again and whine.

“Yah, Lee Jihoon!”