#not that it would have fixed the movie but it would've been a start

[sailing-ever-west]

never make the mistake of watching van helsing just bc you like hugh jackman. not that i have experienced this

[boysborntodie]

Details from The Outsiders you may have forgotten or missed

-Cherry doesn't appear after the hearing (her not waving Ponyboy is just a movie thing)

-Ponyboy fucking hates people with green eyes so bad and gets pissed when someone points out he also has green eyes

-Steve always combs his hair into complicated swirls

-The Greasers always play football together

-Soda is one of the only Greasers who never gets drunk

-He also doesn't smoke unless something is bothering him or he wants to look tuff

-Darry, on the other hand, never smokes because it would affect his perfect body which he is very proud of

-Darry is also proud of being smart and sensible

-Ponyboy is the heaviest smoker out of the Curtis family

-Johnny started smoking at 9 and Steve at 11

-Johnny would've run away from Tulsa if it weren't for the gang

-Soda gives killer massages

-Ponyboy's razor wasn't working while he had to dissect a frog so he just took out his knife

-Darry goes skiing with some of his old friends sometimes

-Cherry and Marcia barrel race often and are pretty good at it

-Soda used to ride in rodeos but after breaking a ligament, his dad made him quit

-Sometimes Soda and Steve let Ponyboy help them fix the cars at the DX

-Johnny is the most law-abiding of the gang, and didn't even carry a knife until the Socs jumped him

-Cherry has an older brother

-Ponyboy used to have a yeller cur dog

-Johnny's scar his from his temple to his cheekbone (it's huge and also hard to look at)

-Two-Bit is great at doing impressions

-Two-Bit often raises one eyebrow, and the gang associate the gesture with him

-Dally and the Curtis mother got along well before she died

-Ponyboy is a scarily good liar

-Ponyboy notes that while he sees Johnny as a scared puppy, he actually looks rather hardened and cold to a stranger

-Johnny's skin is lighter under his bangs

-When at the church, Johnny puts his jean jacket over Ponyboy while he went out to get groceries

-Steve, Dally and Two-Bit wouldn't have thought of buying soap at a grocery store

-Ponyboy calls himself a Pepsi addict

-Dally hardly ever cuts his hair

-Johnny loves drag races

-The Curtis Dad took the brothers out hunting often in the country

-Ponyboy has the best aim but hates shooting

-Dally heard of the old church from a cousin

-Ponyboy is the youngest person on the track team but still one of the fastest

-Darry was the closest to their dad

-Steve once called Darry 'all brawn ans no brains' which made Darry made because it reminded him of the fact he didn't go to college

-Darry will suddenly pick up a random Greasers and swings them around

-The Curtis Dad used to call Soda 'Pepsi-Cola'

-The Shepard gang and the Curtis gang have fought seriously on at least on occasion (but it's nothing compared to the rumble)

-The Curtis brothers stayed at the hospital all night for Johnny and Dally until a doctor forced them to leave

-Johnny has a clean police record

-Ponyboy chews his fingernails when nervous

-Johnny often sleeps at Two-Bit's house

-The Curtis brothers all have huge appetites

-Darry always checks Ponyboy's Math homework for mistakes

-Johnny looks like his mother; having the same black hair, dark eyes and tiny built/height

-Soda did actually try really hard to stay in school but he kept failing

-Darry and Ponyboy both enjoyed school and athletics while Soda isn't into either

-The only thing Dally did honestly was jockeying

-Johnny really good at poker (or Ponyboy is really bad)

-The only time Johnny has been confident and not scared in his life, was when rescuing the kids in the church

-Johnny actually gets hurt because he pushed Ponyboy out first of the church

-Sodapop loves attention and was good with the reporters

-Sodapop has a crazy sweet tooth

-The Curtis brothers all love chocolate

-Darry never locks the front door in case one of the gang need a place to stay

-Ponyboy once found Tim Shepard sitting on their couch reading the newspaper

-Ponyboy thinks that Two-Bit wouldn't have gone inside the church if he was there

-Two Bit wished that the one hurt was anybody but Johnny and that the gang would have still been able to get along had it been anyone else

-Darry once took an aerobatics course and taught all the Greasers everything he knew

-Soda and Two-Bit were doing aerobatics and then got arrested for disturbing the peace

-The Curtis gang are noted to be better at fighting than the Shepard gang

-Tim Shepard looked like a model from the magazines Ponyboy reads

-Ponyboy notes that sweat ran down Dally's face when Johnny died, but it was probably tears

-Cherry drives a Sting Ray

-Curly once slipped off a telephone poll and broke his arm

-Johny's a good listener and all the members of the gang often go to tell him about their day or their problems

-Johnny says in his letter that the lives of kids were worth more than his

[foodfightnovelization]

ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight

Holy chips! It's an exciting time to be a Foodfight! fan, because ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight is finally out! This really is THE definitive documentary on the insanity behind the movie, and it finally answers the question of just what was going on behind the scenes during production. Since I helped out with research (and I even get a short line of dialogue at 45:19) I've already seen everything that was shown off, but had to keep quiet until all the interviews were conducted and the documentary was finished. But now it's out and everything has been made public, the cat's out of the bag (the Fat Cat Burglar?) and I can talk about all the production material that's been shared.

Before I get into any of that though, I'd highly recommend you watch the documentary for yourself. It's insanely well researched and put together, and having worked together with Ziggy Cashmere (the documentary's creator) I know how hard he dedicated himself towards making this all possible. If it weren't for him, the most interesting Foodfight! discovery would've been finding the novelization, and we would have never gotten any real insight into how this movie came to be. It's also a documentary that really speaks for itself- I don't want to say too much about what it reveals since it's all expressed far better through its narrative and the interviews with people who actually worked on the project. My favorite is the interview with texture artist Mona Weiss- she tells such horrifying stories about how she was treated by Larry and other crewmembers, yet does it all with a sense of humor that makes it clear she's enjoying getting to talk about her crazy experiences. It's clear Foodfight! was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish, and there's nobody to blame for that but Larry Kasanoff himself. The movie was rotten from the top down and despite the countless talented animators and artists working on it, nothing could fix the fact that it was fundamentally mismanaged in the worst way possible. I think the quote from producer George Johnsen summarizes it best: "Foodfight! was a good idea that unfortunately lost its way during production. The technology, the art, and the direction were not in sync. Many very talented people gave their all to make the picture, but more understanding of process from the top was needed for it to succeed."

But if you saw the documentary, you already know all that, right? So instead, let's talk about the behind-the-scenes material that's finally been shared! You can find everything I'll talking about HERE on archive.org-

It's worth following the link and checking it out for yourself- there's so much it'd impossible to discuss everything. Artwork, storyboards, bloopers, models, a nude render of Lady X, an interview with Larry Kasanoff, the list goes on and it's still being updated! Despite the documentary already being out, people who worked on the movie are continuing to share new material! It's pretty incredible- for the past year I've ran this blog all I've really had to discuss are two tie-in books, and now there's so much Foodfight! material I can't even keep up with it.

I mean LOOK at all this, isn't it fantastic? The character art by Jim George showing off just how much better these designs originally were, the countless environments showing off just how stunning Marketropolis could've looked as well as the strength of the core idea "what if a supermarket came to life at night", and insanely detailed storyboards for a 7-minute pitch reel that was used to sell the movie to investors. Normally, I'd be ALL OVER this because it's all just incredible, but there's something far, FAR more fascinating than any of it.

There are even multiple drafts of the script (one from 2005 and one from 2007 respectively) and normally I'd be insanely fascinated by those too, making extremely detailed posts explaining the differences between the drafts and how they compare to the novelization, but there's something else that was found that blows ALL of this out of the water and is easily one of the most monumental lost media discoveries of ALL TIME.

That's right, a rough cut of the ENTIRE movie from 2005 has been found, containing nearly ALL the completed animation from earlier on in production. I mean, that's mindblowing right? We first got sent this around a month ago, a little while before the documentary came out, and I literally stopped everything I was doing at work to just sit and watch this. This is the closest we're ever going to get to the "original" version of Foodfight! after all- only 7 minutes of footage was ever actually made before they switched to mocap, made solely for the aforementioned pitch reel, and this workprint contains practically all of it! On top of that there are some great storyboards in here, as well as some truly hilarious ones cobbled together from 3D renders, and the plot is far better than what we ended up with, a lot of the more inappropriate jokes being absent. This rough cut is actually pretty similar to the novelization in that regard, and it also contains scenes that we'd previously only read about in there.

For example, in the novelization there's a snowmobile chase through the mountains, with Brand X soldiers on snowmobiles and a heavy avalanche close behind. This scene was completely left out of the movie itself, but in this workprint it's here! ALL the previously novelization-exclusive scenes are included, and this rough cut is seemingly based on an even earlier draft of the script than that- here Brand X are still defeated by a flood, whereas by the time of the novelization it'd been changed to a lightning storm. There are SO many exciting differences in this workprint, the snippets of original animation we get to see are SO good, and it's SO much better than the movie itself that I think it by far deserves the crown as the DEFINITIVE version of Foodfight! There's so much in it I want to discuss, that there's no way I can fit it all into this one post...so stay tuned, because in the next few days I'll be doing a FULL analysis of the 2005 workprint, pointing out all the extra brand mascots not in the finished film, and generally just gushing about how amazing it is.

I mean, this is it. Just take it all in for a second- the original footage was considered lost media for over a decade, and now it's practically been found in its entirety, embedded in an early cut of the whole movie...isn't that just phenomenal? All the mysteries have been unraveled, all the questions have been answered, and now we can relax, take a deep breath, and watch Foodfight!...the REAL Foodfight! Make sure to enjoy it, and join me next time for my analysis!

[divinehedons]

call it fate, call it karma

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pairing: bd!joel miller x f!reader

word count: ~4.3k

summary: it’s summer. and on a weekend visit to your college beau, you meet a texan contractor with wandering eyes. what he sees is what he wants. what happens if he wants you?

warnings: this is a dark, explicit fic, minors DO NOT interact. big, girthy age gap (reader is in her early twenties, joel is in his late 40s to early 50s), masturbation, possible dubious consent, explicit p-in-v sex, fingering, cheating(? but it's mutual HAHAHA). please let me know if i missed anything!

reblogs and comments are much appreciated, please let me know what you think!

Finals, madness, nights of mindless regurgitating, and finally, peace. Emerging from your last exam and into the allure of summer break, you try and picture the weekend you had planned with Christopher: a weekend at his father's house, with the promise of a pool and actually, finally spending time together, and driving you home by Monday while he returns to his mother's place.

The two of you pull into Texas, discussing what to have for lunch, whether or not you should bring some for his father. "It'll be nice, no?" you tell him as you add the extra box of pizza. "And hey, if he doesn't want it, let's devour it over movies in your room." He smiles at you, and you ruffle his hair just as he parks in front of the familiar house.

When you're reintroduced to the older mister Miller, you see him at the tail-end of a phone call just as your presence is announced. "You've met before, we had her at Thanksgiving," Christopher reminds, carrying your bags in. 

You hear a woman's voice, just slightly, from the phone (... mean it, no strange women…), mister Miller looking up with a rushed, "I got it, I got it…" before finally setting the phone down. He offers you a warm smile, nodding in recognition before welcoming his son with a shoulder squeeze. He says your name, and you try not to smile at the way he says it with that almost-indistinguishable drawl of his. "Still not tired of him, sweet pea?"

You remember that Thanksgiving. How you and mister Miller bonded over when you drove Chris's car back and panicked over a flat tire you caused while he was off with some buddies. You bonded because he taught you how to fix a tire that afternoon, him laughing at your small hands struggling with such big boy paraphernalia as you coined it.

You smile back at him and shake his hand. "Thanks for letting me stay over the weekend, sir," you say just as your partner disappears upstairs to set down your things. Just then, he tuts, taking a slice out of one of the pizza boxes, along with a newly opened bottle of beer.

"Told ya, doll. It's just Joel. Don't have too much fun, yeah?"

—

Joel didn't mean to stare when he last saw you. When you were kneeling over, lowering the jack after he taught you how to change a tire. You were in your colleague sweater, but your pants… dear God, your pants. Your pants that perfectly hugged the curve of your ass struck him dumb. He barely managed to shake himself out of it to tell you that youbdid a good job.

But since then, he had been imagining your ass. It's as if the sight of a college girl turned him right back to a drooling, horny teenager that never had enough. He did keep his hands to himself, never making a move. And he would've been happy to let you and Christopher be if he didn't start picturing you in those lonely nights when the house is quiet and he has his cock in his hand.

But it was impossible.

Just the thought of your ass cheeks red, bearing a handprint that perfectly fit the contours of his own hands, your curves, your flesh, the smell of your skin— such was the callings of his desire as he bursts, imagining that glass-eyed look on your face if you were taking his cock.

There was no shame in it, when he did finally give in to his desires. How could he not? You had fuck eyes for days, eyes that, if he was being completely honest, would damn God himself to the very gates of hell. There was no shame, too, when he realized just how much his own son wasn't taking care of you.

So seeing you again, now sprawled in a lovely little swimsuit as his own son holds you by your waist as you wade into the pool. He watches from the kitchen, knowing his looks would go unnoticed in the shade. It was burning outside, and it was still Friday. The street was quiet with everyone still away for school and work. He just couldn't stay away from you. When Christopher told him you were with him, he had cancelled plans, even work, on a Friday, under the pretense of bad health and multiple other excuses. He knows, for a fact, that he'd take every chance to see those fuck eyes of yours even if you never asked.

He knows, too, if he was getting you in his bed, he had to be creative about it.

Still, Christopher could be a little more discreet. Instead, there you were, nodding to him as he corners you in his own pool in his own house, reaching down to pull your bottoms aside to fuck up into you. He's gotten to know your quirks enough. How your creased brows indicate your frustration. Or how your shoulders tense from apprehension. And right there, where Christopher attempts to find his own orgasm without even a care in the world for your own, you're so frigid he would think you bathed in the Arctic.

The charade doesn't last long. Three minutes, by his count, until you're pulling away, swimming to the nearest floatie to lounge while Christopher tires himself out with a few laps. It's then that Joel pretends to swoop in, bringing out a few drinks in service of the two of you, slipping on some sunglasses so you wouldn't notice him ogling your willing body as you thank him.

"Got you that grape drink you liked last time, doll. Help yourself to more in the fridge if you want it."

"Thanks m-" he lowers his glasses to playfully raise his brow at you, "J-Joel. Thanks, Joel…" He flashes you a smirk, placing his glasses back on as he seats himself on the nearest spot, pretending to be in need of some sun.

"Chris, your mom's waiting for you to call," he reminds his son, leaning back as he sips from his beer. Just then, your beau sits up, wiping his mouth as he stood, beelining for the nearest door inside.

"Thanks for reminding, dad!"

Alone, with you, like this, Joel notices the way you rubbed your thighs together, the way you sighed after each sip. The hidden frustration as you floated about on his pool, displayed like a delectable centerpiece. It was clear as day: you didn’t get to cum and it’s bothering you. It took a few more minutes before he spoke.

"So why'd you fake it, sweet pea?"

The question comes to you out of nowhere. Your head shoots up and you look at him with those wide, bewildered doe eyes as you immediately stammer to try and find the right words. You try and play it off with a chuckle, but you feel your cheeks warm up. "What- wha…"

He chuckles himself, sipping from his bottle before leaning back with crossed arms. "It was three minutes of him wriggling, darlin'. No one was going to cum from that." He watches you sit up completely, every fiber at rest jumping into action.

"You saw that?" Your sweet voice, Joel noted, trembling from what he only assumes as embarrassment riddled with shame. "I… I-" You clear your throat momentarily, biting your lip gently before sighing, turning over. “You kind of answered your own question, Joel.” There is a beat of silence, palpable and tense as you feel his gaze wash over your vulnerable body.

The two of you hear Christopher, blundering his way back to the pool now that the phone call was out of his way. Joel sighs,getting up with a stretch as he passes by you again to disappear into the house.

“Our secret, doll. I’m nice that way.”

–

Over dinner, Joel speaks to you with a smile, perhaps he was feigning interest. Perhaps he truly was interested. Whatever it was, you feel the palpable weight in the air at the knowledge of what you shared with the older Miller. Christopher, clueless as he is, spends most of dinner with his hand on your thigh, chiming in every now and then between bites.

“So what was the exam you took before the two of you drove here?” Joel had been asking while you sipped through your drink, your brows raised as you smiled.

“It was some English Literature course," you said, meek as ever, managing a small smile up at him as he hums with interest.

"Ah. So that Shakesword guy or something? What did'ya like from him?"

"Shakespeare, actually… And I loved Macbeth."

"When we met, she was nose deep in Hamlet, if I remembered right." Christopher soothed his hand up and down your thigh, to which you nodded in agreement.

"Tell me about Macbeth."

You take a deep breath, feeling both eyes on you as you carefully swallowed down the lump in your throat. "It's the usual things. War, misery, curses, witches. But Lady Macbeth… that was where it was." He tilts his head to the side, nodding at you to continue. "She demanded divinity to transform her into a man. To take up the mantle from her weak husband. To take charge."

He chuckles softly, almost teasingly and knowingly, even. "Shit, doll, didn't think you had that many words in ya."

The rest of dinner goes by in relative ease, with Christopher letting you know he's meeting with some buddies tomorrow after he drops you off in the center of town. He promises, however, that he'll pick you up at three in the afternoon.

As you lay in bed that night, you glance haphazardly at your phone as it lights up in the late night silence. A message from Joel, a contact you saved under Mr. Miller back when you met over Thanksgiving. The message was simple enough.

Sweet dreams, Lady Macbeth.

—

Three in the afternoon on Saturday, you're seated where Christopher says he'll pick you up, bearing a bag for the sweater you bought him. You messaged him fifteen minutes earlier. On my way to the bench, bubba! Without a response, you think he's driving.

Above you, dark clouds seem to gather where once it was only bright summer sun. You quietly grip your bags tighter as you count in your head. He'll be here soon… I'll be out of the rain in no time.

You quietly count down the seconds. Six hundred. Five hundred ninety-nine. Five hundred ninety-eight…

Three P.M. turns to four, then four-thirty. You message Christopher two more times.

It might be raining soon, I have an umbrella!

Make sure you're not in the rain too much!

You stand under the umbrella, pacing every now and then, trying not to appear skittish, specially when the thunder and lightning began to roll across the sky, making the hair on your arms stand on edge. It was troubling, to be outside during a thunderstorm like this.

You count in increments of six hundreds. Ten minutes pass by again. Then twenty. Then thirty.

A particularly raucous lightning makes you jump out of your skin, and you swallow your pride, dialing the next person nearest you. The nearest person you'd think would answer.

And he does, in a record of two rings. He says your name and you audibly sigh in relief. "What's the matter, doll?"

"Joel, uhm… has Christopher answered your calls? We were supposed to meet at three-"

"Christ, doll, it's storming. He still hasn't gotten to you?"

You hesitate. You wonder if you were going to be too harsh on your beau if you admitted he wasn't. Just then, another strike of lightning has you confessing. "He… he wasn't answering my texts, I don't know where he is."

You hear him cuss at the other end, along with the sound of his keys and his heavy steps.

"Stay put for me, sweet pea. Where are you waiting?"

You tell him, and you don't even count to three hundred before he's pulling up in front of you, opening the passenger door and yelling at you to get in.

"Christ, doll, you're freezing! How long were you out there?" You feel his gaze on yours as you attempt to say your thanks, still visibly shaking from being out in the rain so long, combined with the fear of lightning. He immediately reaches back to retrieve the towels he had brought exactly for this scenario, covering you up in them as you finally manage. “Thanks, Joel. D-did… did Chris leave a word, or anything? I’ve been trying to reach him…”

You don’t miss the way he tries to hold back a smirk, buckling your seatbelt as he sighs. “He said he’s drinking with some buddies, doll. But I thought he already told you. He didn’t mention you’d be needin’ a ride or anythin’.” He pauses, as if for dramatic effect. “Actually, it sounded really loud when he called." You look right back at him, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you processed his words.

Oh. Oh.

“H-he probably just forgot. Or something,” you try to justify as Joel begins to steer the two of you through the storm and back to his house. “I just hope he doesn’t get sick from the weather or anything…”

“God, sweet pea, you’re just so goddamn sweet even if he’s an asshole, huh?”

It shuts you up for the rest of the ride. He escorts you inside, telling you he’ll hand you a set of clothes. That you should be rinsing off immediately. You do not see the way he stares at your soaked shirt, your skin so fucking close and yet so far. You obey, so quickly that it makes his cheeks hurt from smiling. It was so natural for you, and it makes him absolutely feral. Most of all, you’re so vulnerable right now. And it hatches a wretched plan in his head before he could stop it.

He takes a shirt and boxers from his own closet, under the guise of wanting to keep yours and Christopher's stuff private. And he opens the door, expecting to see you mostly naked. Oh, God, sweet pea, I'm so sorry! Feign innocence, caring and comforting.

What he didn't expect was you seated on the counter, a photo on the screen of your phone. One of his son, your beau, holding another woman that was so clearly not you, posted by some friend. He didn't expect to see you teary-eyed, cheeks bright red as you hiccup.

"I… I guess that's why… he wouldn't pick up…"

He sighs, tilts his head to the side. "Oh, sweetheart…" He rushes to you, embracing you gently, damp clothes and all, into his warm arms as he shushes you gently. You try to resist him when he begins to help you with your clothes. You try to resist him when he offers tenderness. But it's all so rare, so careful, with such gentleness that you find yourself agreeing with anything he asked. Let me draw you a bath, doll, meaning he'll watch you soak. Let me help you with that, meaning he wanted to be the one to strip you down.

"He never treated you like this, doll, did he?" The look on your face is enough to answer him. He clicks his tongue, leaning his ear close as he slips your unclasped bra down your shivering frame. "Oh, darlin'. Let me show you how a lady should be treated."

It's how you end up in the warm bath he had prepared, settled between his legs with his mouth on your neck, his hands running up and down your sides until you were shaking and giggling from the touch. "Pretty li'l thing like you shouldn't be neglected. He's a damn fool."

He begins to ask for things while he's already doing them. He drifts his hands to your breasts and whispers, "Okay if I touched ya like this?" He pinches your hardened nipples and says, "Feels good, doesn't it, darlin'?" You wriggle in his grasp, ticklish and alight, tethered in the receeding waves of emotion as he draws you into some semblance of relaxation, smoothing out each tense muscle as he speaks to you with such unabashed softness.

Your first moan escapes you before you could stop it. One hand flies to your mouth as you immediately attempt to pull away from Joel. And yet, he holds you, chuckling right against your ear that you feel the smirk on his face spreading against the curve of your ear.

"I bet he never made you feel that good, baby doll."

You try and argue, left stammering just as his left hand holds your left leg up against your torso, his right hand moving down to cup you by your cunt. You feel him hardening behind you, pressed against the small of your back, grinding against your skin there. He kisses the back of your ear, chuckling as you struggle to hold back the rest of your moans. "Come on, doll, make some noise for me… otherwise, we'll be here all night, because I'm not stoppin' 'til you use that fuckin' mouth of yours to prove I'm better than him.

He dreamt of this. Your willing frame whining and moaning from every touch he gives you. You could not even conceal the fact that you were on edge and you were wet. He spreads you with his fingers, pausing as he nibbles on your earlobe before finally, finally sinking his fingers right where you're pink and lovely and warm. The fact that you felt bursting from just two fingers had you shivering with excitement, a surprised squeal escaping your mouth.

"J-Joel��� Joel…"

"You can take it, sweet pea, stay close to me…" His left arm relaxes its hold on your left leg, drifting closer to begin rubbing soft, languid circles right on your aching clit as you lean your head back and sigh dreamily, feeling that familiar ascent into almost-forgotten bliss. It was something you only felt when you fucked yourself. It was something that eluded you in your sex life. You feel Joel's eyes on your face; when your features contort with the pleasure, when your hands palm at his beard, pulling at him needily to plant a kiss to your wanton mouth.

It's almost too quickly that you're cresting, feeling your sides burn from want as you grind into his hands in an effort to cum faster. And just when it was three seconds away, he tears his hands off of you, revelling in the sounds of your protest, your whining as you looked up at him. Already, too, he's getting out of the tub, draining the water as he picks you up in his arms.

"I know, I know what you need…" Still, you whine, thighs rubbing together. "But if I'm making you cum, sweet pea, I'm doin' it right by making you cum all over my sheets. Got it?" You nod, wrapping your arms around him as he carries you, bath water dripping and all, taking you to his bedroom with his slept-in sheets and oscillating fan to the side. He lays you among the sheets, smirking as he trailed one hand down your front, against your skin with butterfly caresses. Like an observer in some strange gallery, the fount of art and beauty exhibited for his own decrepit sensual pleasure.

“Y’wanna tell me what’cha want, dollface?” You try. You try to look away from his fingertips running up and down your stomach, knowing the power beneath that skin. You feel the restraint on his face, along with that smirk you just can’t seem to wipe off of him. “Yeah… you’re just absolutely desperate for me, no?”

“Want you… please…”

“Where d’ya want me? Here?” He drifts his hand to your neck, giving the slightest squeeze. You whine, and he drifts his touch to your willing mouth. Two fingers, delving into the warm wetness of your tongue, the softness of the inside of your cheeks. “Certainly not here… you’re certainly not mouthy.” Then he drifts his touch to your stomach, drifting lower, lower, and lower… “That’s it. I’m getting warmer, yeah?” He chuckles, his free hand moving to turn your face towards him as he looks at those softened features, your willingness laid bare before him. “What do you want from me? My cock? My mouth?”

It’s so much attention, all-encompassing, and all at once. You wonder if his touch strikes like lightning. And if it didn’t, then why does he make you quake to your very bones? He continues his teasing, pushing and prodding at you so closely where you want him, but never close enough. The charade continues before you eventually find the courage, eventually pushed to the brink of such wanton need.

“Both.” You grit your teeth, feeling the warmth coating your cheeks as you whine. “Both, Joel, please.”

He chuckles darkly, rewarding you with a bruising kiss, beard digging into your cheek, your chin, your body spread eagle and willing. “That’s a good, fuckin’ girl…” He rewards you by settling between your legs, spreading you wide open, and fucking his tongue on your weeping cunt. His growls emanate against your willing flesh, making you tremble, the vibrations otherworldly as he pushes you right through your first orgasm that weekend. One, you hoped, that wouldn’t be the last. “You’re so fuckin’ easy and he can’t even make you cum? Fuck, doll…” You squeal, fingers tangling into his hair as your hips grind, chasing waves of that sweet release until your eyes roll back, your body surrenders, and you are left limp with from his minstrations.

“We’re not yet done, doll. Think y’can handle more of me?”

It’s when you see that dark look on his face, A shadow hard to miss once you saw it. He kisses his way up to your face, wrapping your legs around his waist. He does not waste time, immediately pinning you down so he can fuck his hard cock into you, letting your moans and whines echo into the empty house. The stretch is glorious, his cock hitting places you did not know could be reached before. And all the while, he’s watching your face and your body contorting to the sensations you could not explain. Body electric magnified, body electric divine. He thrusts once, twice– and already, you were reeling in another orgasm.

He calls you beautiful, and he makes you understand that you are– that the iniquity of others was not your doing. That you deserved to feel good and light and wonderful. All while he sinks his teeth against your shoulder, your arm, sucking hickeys throughout the expanse of your skins, marks you would not be able to explain. It would have continued that way, and it should have, had Joel not heard the crunching of gravel on his driveway.

He pauses, shushes you gently, cupping your face as you whined desperately, clawing against his bare chest as he clears your hair from your face. “You’re gonna have to keep quiet f’me, doll. Think ya can do that?” You nod desperately, taking one hand to press against your mouth, anything to make him move again and give you one more release. One you were so desperately close to. “You don’t want him to hear us, did’ya?”

It’s when you realize, when you recognize the familiar heavy footsteps of the man who abandoned you, the lover who should be doing this. You looked up at Joel with a panicked gaze, his palm pressing harder against your mouth when you began to make some noise.

“I don’t have the patience to tell ya again. Don’t make this harder for yourself, baby doll.”

It’s when he fucks you with abandon, barely concealing his own moans as you tremble in his hold, locking your legs around his waist as he thrusts. Despite only one or two light groans escaping him, you see how tense his jaw had become, clenching, grinding beneath the skin. You know he’s close, and yet he waits for you, reaching down to rub your aching little clit. He rubs you repeatedly until the riptide of pleasure swallows you whole. Your eyes gloss over, a singular, weak whimper escaping through your self-censorship, your warm breath absorbed by Joel’s palm.

Just a few moments more, and his cock buries deep into you, silencing himself by sinking his teeth into the curve of your shoulder. It is a way to silence himself, to relax, to completely surrender his orgasm to you. His warm spend fills your aching walls, his body falling against yours as he sighs.

Just then, you hear, right across the hall. You hear Christopher. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He steps out into the hallway. It’s followed with him raising his voice. (Hey dad! Have you heard from her?) Joel manages a soft chuckle into your ear. “Fucking asshole, no?” he whispers against you as he takes a deep breath.

“Thought’cha were meetin’ her at three?” he manages, and you’re shocked at how composed he was still was, and yet how possessive his hold on you had become.

If he gets to have you for five more minutes, he’ll take it. The truth was, it felt like you belonged right there in his bed, sheltering his cum within your warm walls as you demand affection, soft in aftercare. Call it fate, even if it’s such a loose term. Were you really fated for him when he took you for himself?

When Christopher leaves, he chuckles, collapsing against you again as his breath escapes him in ragged increments. You fall asleep almost immediately, as if you found home in his week-old sheets.

Call it fate, call it karma. He’d still fuck you again if he had the choice.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Jealous Jason Todd Headcanon

~loooong requested hope you enjoy some brotherly competition~

- jason had no idea he wanted you until dick called "dibs" the first night he met jason's mysterious "friend" and newest bat-recruit

- at first, jason didn't care. like at all. but that never stopped him from being an asshole

- "my brother y/n really? what's there to like? i didn't see you as a musical theatre and dad-joke enjoyer" he'd scoff anytime dick tried to make a move

- that didn't stop richard fucking grayson.

- "hey! y/n! fancy seeing you here!" .. "it's the batcave dick i work here" .. "oh, well are you working all night? maybe we can grab some big belly burger after?" .. "we have patrol together you dork"

- honestly, it was endearing being adored, worshipped even. from handwritten poems, to a little mini batarang necklace, and all the weapons your heart could desire

- and for all his dork-tendencies, dick knew a thing or too about hand placement...

- "put me down richard" .. "you literally fell into my arms" .. "i would've landed on my feet" .. "sure princess, but aren't my arms a little better?" he'd tease, sweeping you bridal style out the back door of the gala you two had just rescued

- it was somewhere in between the gift giving, rooftop dates, and stolen glances that jason realized he might want -slightly, just a tiny bit- more.

- okay; he wanted you all to himself.

- but he's always been shit at explaining it

- where dick was obvious and flirtatious, jason started subtle: always inching closer to you, keeping a longing gaze set on your every move-even if it meant tripping himself up in battles- you noticed he would sooner get shot than let you catch a scrape

- and just like dick's coddling, it got annoying

- "jace i've been on the team for months, i think i can watch out for myself" .. "i know, i protect the people i care about" his response was almost a whisper, and before you could pry further, he disappeared, replaced with a familiar cheesy grin "hi y/n! wanna catch a movie tonight?" .. "uh, one sec dick! i need to check on jace"

- but jason was never anywhere to be found. every time he let you in, he disappeared just as quick.

- when you started toying with new weaponry jason was there, you still got butterflies remembering the way he pressed himself against you while fixing your form, his calloused fingertips lighting fires as he subtly adjusted your grip on your gun

- "jay is this right?" .. "mhm your grip is perfect, but the recoil will get you, slide your leg backwards to brace for the impact of firing" .. the minute his hand touched your thigh a shiver ran across your body, against your shaking will .. "oh, sorry i didn't mean to-" .. you cut him off "no it's good, you're good" but before you could turn around to unpack the cloud of tension in the room, jason cleared his throat and gruffly said "fire" ruining any chance of an emotional conversation. three perfect shots to the targets, and with a satisfying nod he was gone once again

- so when dick asked you out on a real date, to a restaurant whose menu alone gave you anxiety at the thought of ordering, you realized you had to give jason the ultimatum

- but for once in his (second) life, jason was way ahead of you.

- "you said yes to dick?" jason was sitting at your desk when you entered your own room, overly dramatic but it was jason todd after all.

- "do i have a reason to say no?"

- "you hate fancy restaurants. you need like a week to plan what you'll order otherwise you'll just be stressed the whole time"

- you rolled your eyes, but jason wasn't finished: "and you hate movies, sitting in one place watching a film you probably haven't heard of, pretending to enjoy the nuance"

- he wasn't wrong. "whatever jace, that doesn't-" .. "i can tell you what's gonna happen. he'll order a wine too sweet for your taste, and talk to the waiter enough to make you want to crawl under the table. then after a perfectly lovely dinner he'll take you to a rooftop to 'show you the sights' and you'll have your first kiss. but you hate the city skyline, it reminds you you're far from home. you like the sound of the ocean and the rusting of the forest. you like something real."

- your heart was in your throat. but you needed something more: "say it jason. don't tell me the future with dick. fucking say it."

- jason stood up, closing the distance between you, eyes now desperate and wild: "say what? that i've loved you since the minute i lost you? that i feel like ive known you forever? that i don't need to learn to love you like he does, i was built for it? that i feel like i was made for you? how do i put it in a few useless words"

- "you just did jay." you whispered, letting him lock his lips in yours with a smile.

- "please go break richard's fucking heart and come home to me." he grumbled, to which you agreed, letting dick down softly and promising to set him up with one of your friends in return for his kindness- a deal which he wouldn't let you forget

- years later, it was more of a household joke, dick claiming he was the catalyst to your and jason's lovestory. to which jason wholly despised, but you never minded giving dick a little credit

[samandcolbyownme]

Sam had been focusing too much on working that he had ended up neglecting his relationship. You guys had planned to go out on a movie dinner date weeks in advance and already had dinner reservations set, he is too busy working to realize that the reservation was 30 minutes ago. Should you have reminded him? Yes. But you also feel like you shouldn't have to because if he cared then he would've put his work aside for a few hours to spend time with you. ANGSTTTTT but also fluff or smut at the end, dealers choice 😏

Warnings: Slightly angsty, strong language, reader breaking down, crying, yelling, suggestive language, kinda sad but happy ending

Enjoy!

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Sam has missed reservation times. He’s been late to pick you up sometimes. He’s even had to cancel last minute, but you understood. For the most part, at least. You knew he had deadlines to make, people to update, plans to make, and flights to book.

Once the number of times he’s practically bailed on your reaches double digits, that’s when you really started to get mad. His reasonings, you’re sure were valid at the time, but you would get so mad you thought it was a bullshit excuse, so that just made you pissed.

You said something, you had a long talk one night, got on the same page again and everything was good, almost seemed better.

But only for a short while until things started to gradually trickle back into its cursed routine. You’d say something to him again, then it would just repeat the cycle. Back to square one with it. Finally, maybe after one or two more times, you gave up on what you felt like you just wasting your breath.

One night, while you’re laying in bed getting ready to go to sleep, Sam comes in after edited his one video for hours of the day. You feel the bed dip down and his body slides up against yours.

“I made us reservations at the Mitz, they couldn’t get us in until three weeks from now, so figure out what you want to do before or after and we can do that.”

You stay silent for a second before speaking. Your voice is in a very low whisper, “You promise?” He kisses your shoulder and nuzzles his head into your neck, “I promise. I’m sorry I haven’t been with it lately.”

“You and Colby have been busy. I get it.” You roll over to face him, “I guess.. I just feel like you forget I’m here sometimes.” He shakes his head, “I’m sorry I make you feel that way.” He kisses your forehead and you close your eyes, “I love you.” He rests his forehead against yours and lets out a quiet sigh, “I love you so much.”

Over the last three weeks, Sam and Colby surprisingly didn’t have much going on, so it worked out in everyone’s favor. You and Sam pretty much stayed home, and when he did edit, he made sure to include you.

Which is why, when that certain Thursday evening rolled around, you were absolutely crushed. It felt like, in a weird way, a betrayal. It really wasn’t that deep, but to you it was.

You scoffed as you hear the front door open, rolling your eyes as you look to the small clock on your vanity.

07:30 PM - 30 minutes past your set reservation time.

You drag the makeup wipe down your face, wiping away the hope you had painted on earlier in the evening. You can feel the burn growing in your eyes as you try not to cry.

You may think that two times isn’t bad, but it’s not really about the amount of times it’s happened. It’s more about how Sam doesn’t realize it’s happening. He doesn’t put up a fight, he just gradually buries you under all of his paperwork.

You hear him making his way up the steps and you know in your heart that it’s not going to be good. You take a deep breath, wiping over your face one more time with a clean wipe.

“So guess where Colby and I get to go next month.”

��Hmm?” You hum lowly, but loud enough for him to hear. You keep your stare fixed on yourself in the mirror in front of you. Sam walks closer and you feel every muscle in your body tense up.

You really didn’t want to fight with him - again.

“What’s wrong,” He asks, laying a hand on your shoulder. You were so mad at him, his touch only made the urge to cry even harder to fight back. You shake your head, “N-nothing.” You stand up, “I think I’m just gonna go get a bath and then go to bed.”

You grab a clean change of clothes and before you walk out, it’s hits Sam. He lets out a sigh, “Oh fuck.” You turn around, “Congratulations.” You give him a fake smile, “You figured out what’s wrong.”

“Y/n.” Sam calls out but you walk away. He follows after you, “Waitwaitwait.” He grabs your arm, pulling you towards him, “I am so.. so… sorry.” You tilt your head back resting it against the wall as you let out a slight laugh, “It doesn’t matter Sam.”

You look at him and his face falls, “W-What do you mean by that?” He stands up a little straight as you just simply shrug.

He shakes his head, “No. don’t say it. Please.” You chew on your lip as you feel the tears well, “I’m not..” you quickly swipe away the tears dripping down your flushed cheeks, “I’m not leaving, Sam. I just..”

You let your hands fall to your sides, and you just crack, spilling all of your emotions, “I need more, Sam. I-I know. I know that me getting upset over dates might be silly, but they’re important to me, Sam.” Your voice cracks and you look into Sam’s glossy eyes, “You’re everywhere, Sam. But you’re not here.”

You sniffle, voice cracking quietly, “And it’s hurts.”

He scrunches his nose and nods. You blink and the tears fall, “I shouldn’t h-have to be the one to remind you, fuck Sam. I shouldn’t have to remind you.”

“You’re right.” He mumbles quietly as he nods. You look up, sighing, “I do not want to end us, Sam. Please know that.” His hands slide to your waist, but you speak before he can, “We need alone time. We-we need time to just be a normal couple sometimes.”

You bring your hands to your eyes and just sob.

Sam pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers how sorry he is, “You are the most important thing to me, okay?” He presses his lips to your temple and you nod, mumbling, “Mhm.” You’re trying to get your crying under control as Sam continues, “I’m so sorry I missed tonight, baby.”

He sniffles and that makes you cry harder, “I’m sorry.” You sob out and Sam cups your cheeks, “Hey.” He raises his voice slightly, catching your attention. He raises his brows and leans in, his voice calm, “You don’t ever need to be sorry about anything, okay?”

You nod and Sam shakes his head, “You did nothing wrong, okay? I deserve to be called out on my bullshit. You did the right thing.” He kisses your cheek, “You’re my number one priority, from here on out I promise I’m going to prove it to you every. Single. Day.”

You smile slightly and you feel yourself gradually calming down, “I just didn’t want do make you mad.” You sniffle out, gasping out for air because of how worked up you had yourself.

You were slightly embarrassed, but Sam really doesn’t seem like he’s judging you at all. He laughs slightly, “Trust me, it would take you doing something a lot more stupid than getting upset over me being a dumbass to be mad at you.” He smiles and rubs your cheek with his thumb, “I love you.”

You smile, looking up at him, “I love you, too.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his and you feel him smirk. His voice is quiet against your lips as he mumbles, “Is this a bad time to tell you that Colby and I want to bring you on to the channel. Take you with us on every investigation?”

You lean back, looking up at him, “What did you just say?” He scratches his forehead, “When I got home, I was going to tell you that Colby and I were talking and we both agreed that when you’re on investigations with us, they turn out so much better than when it is just us, so with that.. we did a little poll thing in XPLR club and it turns out that the fans want you to join us. just as much as Colby and I do.”

You stare at him for a few seconds before you gently push his shoulder, “you couldn’t have just led with that, babe?” You laugh, “I embarrassed myself infront of you for absolutely no reason.”

He shakes his head, “First off, don’t be embarrassed. Second off, you calling me out on stuff that bothers you shows me you care enough to communicate with me, and I honestly cannot tell you how much that means to me.”

You bite down on your lip, “You might not be able to tell me, but I think you just might be able to show me.” You raise your brows as you look up at Sam and he smirks, instantly lifting you up against the wall, “Where to?”

You smile, “Take me to bed.”

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[tarjapearce]

What caused Gabriel and Miguel to fight in the Soccer Family AU?

Oh nonny 🫠.

Older Brother

Warnings: Angst, sibling relationships, emotional distress. Hurt.

Summary: Good intentions aren't always welcomed.

Art by: @justanunknownartist on X

'It's only a party, Miguel. Relax.'

That's what Gabriel had said.

'I won't drink too much.' he said but was unable to keep his end of the silent agreement between them, as Miguel helped him to his bedroom.

Someone had contacted him after Gabriel tried to start a fistfight with a random attendee just because the latter took the last shot of tequila.

"Migue" Gabriel hiccuped and stumbled on his steps, giggling as Miguel hauled him on his feet back again, but Gabriel was proving himself difficult cause he was trying to get a hold of his face.

"Gabri-" He pushed his brother's hand away and this tried harder to take a hold once again

"Compórtate, verga!" (Fucking behave)

Gabriel giggled to himself and supported his weight on Miguel's shoulders, only to be thrown later at his bed with such ease it made him even more dizzy for a second. The youngest of the O'Hara didn't think it twice and curled in his bed.

"Miguel"

Gabriel called and tried to fix his drunk gaze in him, unable to decide on which of the Miguels with him he'd talk.  He went for the one that untied his shoes laces and tucked him in.

"Don't tell..." Another drunk hiccup, "Don't tell mom, ok?"

"Ya duérmete, cabrón." Miguel grumbled, more annoyed than anything. He was on his way of meeting you for your weekly corny movie night when a friend of Gabriel contacted him.

Several apologies and Te Quiero later, he drove back to fetch his dear brother that definitely would have an earful of his mind once he was sober enough to understand how bad his alcoholism was getting.

Although Miguel drank, he didn't do it as often as Gabriel did. Partying every weekend, sometimes in between working days and that had earned him a memo back at work.

It was rare and out of his character to get wasted. But Gabriel concerned him.

His red eyes regarded his brother once more, trying to figure what was going on. But communication wasn't a trait born within the O'Hara men. At least not in a proper or healthy way.

Was it a woman that had hurt him again? Probably. Although Gabriel's social butterfly skills was something he sometimes wished to have, Miguel knew it was a double edged weapon. It had granted Gabri a magnet to attract all sorts of people and not all of them were good, like their intentions.

But all Miguel could do at the moment was bringing him a tall glass of water, some painkillers and let him rest.

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Gabriel's head throbbed. Every breath he inhaled came in synch with the neverending pounding in his head at the minimal movement, but gathered up the courage to sit on the bed to drink the pills and water.

The smell of food wafted past his bedroom's door, tickling his nose, luring him out of the bed. A sudden rush of nauseas flooded his throat and he ran towards the bathroom to soothe his discomfort.

The toilet flushed and he rinsed his mouth to then wash it. Miguel was preparing breakfast, so Gabriel washed his face, trying to give himself a less daunting and hungover look.

Although the smell made his mouth water, his stomach warned him to not eat anything. But coffee, he could do that.

Gabriel inhaled sharply when advancing towards the shelf past Miguel's swallowing frame. He took a mug and poured some of the coffee in it. Sugarless, of course.

The relief would've been almost immediate if Miguel hadn't clinked loudly a spoon on his cup. Gabriel's teeth clenched at the sudden noise.

"C'mon. Was that necessary?"

Miguel chuckled, but it quickly vanished as a frown made it's way on his face.

"Gabriel"

Miguel called but his baby brother groaned annoyed, "Not now, Migue. Please."

"Then when, cabrón?!" Miguel roared and Gabriel tightened his grip on his mug, unable to meet him directly in his eyes.

He had fucked up, that much was true.

"¡Es la tercera puta vez que uno de tus amigos me llama para que te vaya a recoger porque te pusiste hasta el culo de borracho y quieres andar de pendejo madreándote a la gente! ¿Qué verga te pasa?" (it's the third fucking time one of your friends call me cause you've gotten wasted and you wanna fuck around and fight people. The fuck's wrong with you?)

And for Miguel to go full on spanish on him, meant he was sick of it.

"Ya, ya te oí. Cállate. No lo volveré a hacer." (Alright, alright. I heard you. Shut up. Won't do it again.)

"Bullshit. You think I don't know about the memos? About the fucking warnings you get at your work cause you go and present yourself hungover."

"It was one fucking time! One!"

"Still enough for you to start losing your credibility, pendejo!"

Gabriel clicked his tongue and gulped down the coffee.

"Is it because of that woman Kasey?"

She had dumped him yet again matter-of-factly. And oh how well Miguel could read him. Gabriel wasn't friends with rejection after all and he rather indulge things that kept him busy, like alcohol and other new companies than openly talk.

"Dude, fucking stop acting like mom-

Miguel couldn't help but fist his hands on each side of himself, trying to ground himself at the sudden fit of rage that worked hard to get to his brain.

Why? Why his beloved Ma always had to screw things for him even when she wasn't present?

"Why the fuck you always bring her up?"

"Cause that shuts you up! God you're so annoying at times, Miguel. Always wanting to control everything around you!."

"Cause I fucking care! Do you see mom around with you when you get fucking drunk and all full of puke? No, you see me. She's too fucking busy doing her life away from us."

Gabriel's anger rose faster than a self rising flour, increasing it's density with each word Miguel spilled. He wasn't in the mood to be lectured, and his ammo to shut his elder brother was running short.

"I still talk to her, that says alot on it's own."

"But of course you would! She tolerates your shit and still treats you like a baby while I'm the one that deals with the whole mess none of you has the fucking guts to face!"

"None fucking asked you to!"

Oh, but now it was personal. Gabriel regretted a bit too late the words, cause Miguel's eyes narrowed dangerously at him, but once his temper, George's trademark on his blood, shone through; nothing could stop it. Not even the flash of hurt crossing Miguel's eyes.

"You say you care? All I can see is you tearing people apart with your... your fucking snarky replies and being a hypocrite." Gabriel hissed

"Hypocrite maybe, but not ungrateful." Miguel's red irises hardened and turned devoid of any emotion

"I never asked you to do shit for me, Miguel!"

Yet he would crawl to his bed when a storm was too much to bear on his own lonely bed. Yet he'd be the one that would hold and soothe him when Conchata argued nonstop with George and things got two rowdy between them. Yet he was and always been there for him, selflessly, ever since he was able to think on his own.

Miguel was by any mean perfect, but he was there, watching him grow up, supporting him in his own way. Taking the mantle that neither his Ma or Papa were functional enough to wear, despite his young age.

But he couldn't turn back time and bite those words back. Cause that would spare him the deep plunge in his heart at the sight of Miguel turning his back on him, shoulders defeated and jaw clenched. He nodded a couple of times before placing all his attention the now cold breakfast before him.

"I think it's time for you to start looking for a place."

Miguel's deflated tone sent a chill down his spine. Gabriel's mouth and heart was still on fight mode.

"Now you're just being petty."

But even that biting remark didn't make Miguel flinch or look at him. Just earned him a disappointed shake of his head and a chuckle that could be mistaken for a sob.

"No, you ain't worth it. Just taking my new relationship seriously. I've got other things to deal with than doing this on a regular basis with you. I... I think I do deserve a bit of peace too."

Gabriel's eyes bore into Miguel's back as he talked, silently pleading to look at him. But this time, his elder brother didn't spare him a glance, not even a disdainful one. He had hurt more than Miguel's pride.

"Have it your way then."

Gabriel left him. Leaving some minutes later after the fresh altercation.

Ungrateful as he was, Gabriel knew when to give him space. Once he was sure Gabri had been gone, his throat released a shaky breath.

His hands shook as he grabbed his phone, quickly wiping the liquid pain that blurred his sight to then dial your number.

"I'm on my way. Need to..." he cleared his throat. "I need to talk. Ok?" A brief silence, "Hmm. Need anything over there?"

He wiped his face once more and bit his lip for a second.

"Gotcha. Ya te llego." (I'll be there soon)

[marauder-exe]

Press Tour- Sebastian Stan

A/N: this is a rewrite of a fic from like 5 years ago, if you want to check out the original here to see how much has changed. Feel free to leave requests! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN COMMENTS OR ASKS PLS i need to know if i’m still writing like i’m 14 😭

Word count:1.9K 

Bang Bang Bang 

Your eyes shot open as the incessant knocking reverberated the walls of your small apartment. You looked across the dimly lit room and threw a glance at your alarm clock. 3AM? Who is knocking on your door at 3AM? Whoever it is better be dying, or they will wish they were in a minute.  You slipped on your night gown, and slipped your socks on, the cold floor shocking your system for a second.  You threw open the door to your bedroom and trudged to your door, still reeling from your rude early morning awakening. You opened the door, not expecting a drenched Sebastian Stan at your door, surrounded by a few bags of things, equally soaked from the rain that was currently hammering against your windows.  

“God Seb its 3AM, get in here.” You rushed him inside, taking note of his shivering. you had met Seb 6 months ago. You had been cast in the same movie, with you sporting a slightly smaller role than him. It was one of your first in Hollywood, being a fresh 20 something coming onto the scene, so you sought out Sebastian for advice. Since then, most days on set were spent together, running lines, or sneaking food from the buffet into your trailers for little dinners together when you got the chance. He has taken to you so well, and you would say you were closer to him than anyone you had met in the film industry so far. Your friends would claim you had a little crush on him, but some things are better left unaddressed.   

“What are you doing at my door at 3AM?” You let out a slight chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, whilst collecting some of the bags that sat at your doorway. You had secretly hoped for some sappy love declaration in the rain like you'd seen in the movies, but judging by the look on his face, and the bags that lingered outside the door, you figured that would be a bit of a stretch.  

“Funny story actually” He let out an awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “My neighbour, he, did something, I'm not too sure what, but the whole floor of apartments is flooded, including mine.” He looked around sheepishly and took in your apartment. It was cute and dainty, much like yourself. He took note of some of the things hanging across the walls. Posters of a few movies you’d been in, certificates from high school, pictures of you and your friends. He saw a picture that he had taken of you two on the set front and centre, smiling at the memory.  

“So you came here?” You stared at him as you grabbed a towel and some blankets from the cupboard. He stared back with a smile.  

“Where else?” He spoke, making a smile break out on your face, and tiny butterflies float in your stomach. You knew Sebastian had never thought of you the way you thought of him. He was a lot older, and likely viewed you as a little sister more than anything. But it's not wrong for a beautiful man to give you butterflies, right?  

You moved back to the couch to hand him the towels and blankets. “Well stay here as long as you like.” Offering him a warm smile. “Let me get changed and we can sort everything out.” With that you rushed back into your room and threw on some shorts and a vest top. You popped back out of your room and started to make some hot chocolate, Seb's favourite. “So, when do they think they will have everything fixed?” 

“They said it'll be about a week, so I should be out of your hair soon.” He let out a small laugh, still watching you.  

“Not too soon I hope, you know I love best friend time.” You let out a small smile, still focused on heating up the milk. If you hadn't been so preoccupied, you would've seen the look he was giving you, and you would've known it wasn't a look that best friends give each other. 

That day, however, was 3 weeks ago now. Now, you two were dressed up to the nines, and about to leave for your first press conference.  

“Seba! Come on!” You shouted through the door of your apartment. Turns out it wasn't a week to fix his apartment, it wasn't even a month. There had been no news on his apartment for the last 3 weeks, so he had been staying on your couch indefinitely. You didn't mind, you revelled in everyday spent with him, like a dream come true.  

He stepped out of the room, and you couldn't help but stare, he cleans up very well. In a way that makes you sweat just a little more and your mouth run dry. You offered him a smile, trying to distract from the blush creeping up your neck.  

“Do I look okay?” You asked quietly, noticing the way his eyes racked up and down your figure. You wore a fitting dress, something recommended by your stylist, it had to be special for your first press conference. 

“You look...” He didn't finish, as he drunk in your appearance, just the sight of you intoxicated him. Safe to say his feelings had grown over the shared time in your apartment, but that was something he could never admit to you. He was supposed to be a mentor, not fall in love with you for Christ's sake. During your time spent together, he felt as though he got to know you on a deeper level, days filled with midnight talks and cooking together, I mean it's hard not to fall for someone like you.  

“Seb?” You questioned, waving your hand in his face after a minute of silence and an unfinished sentence.  

“Yeah, yeah I'm great.” He pulled himself out of his thoughts, as a smile spread across his face as he stared down at you. The car beep outside took both of your attention, as he snaked a hand around your waist. “Our carriage awaits, my dear.” You both laughed as you headed to the door, nervous as ever.  

You slipped through the double doors of the hall, Sebastian protectively behind you. You glanced back at him with a nervous smile, your head feeling fuzzy before you had even entered. He instinctively squeezed your hand and whispered calming notions in your ear. You walked into the centre of the hall with Sebastian in tow. As soon as you stepped up, a chorus of ‘look over here’, ‘Sebastian’, ‘Y/N’ rang out, and blinding flashes of pictures being taken. It all felt like too much. You glance up at Sebastian, and e gave you a warm smile, and snaked his hand around your waist, something that instantly calmed you. You felt ready to take it all on. 

After hours of interviews, intricate questions and plenty of pictures, you and Sebastian barged through the door of your apartment and threw yourselves on the couch. Sebastian loosened his tie and undid his top button, whilst you took your hair out and jewellery of before falling back into his arm that was threw across the couch.  

“Why didn't you tell me press conferences were SO exhausting?” You sighed, loving the feeling of the soft couch treating your back. 

“I couldve told you that, lovely.” He laughed a little, settling into the couch. And thats how you drifted off, for the next 12 hours. Shoes strewn across the floor and bits of your outfits across the coffee table. 

The repeptitive sound of your phone buzzing woke you up. As you moved to reach for it, Sebastian stirred and woke up, glancing up at you through his lashes. “What time is it?” His groggy voice came. 

“Oh sorry i didnt mean to wake you, its 10Am, and my phone is going crazy” The phone screen lit up your face as you looked at the countless notifications on your phone. Your eye was caught by a text from your friend that read ‘YOU AND SEBASTIAN STAN ARE TOGETHER ARE YOU SERIOUS?’. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you continuted to scroll and finally opened twitter. Sebastian moved closer to you to see what had caused your silence. Your screen lit up with photos of you from the press conference, with the hashtag #AVImovie. 

“Guess the press tour photos havfe been released.” He chuckled, thinking over last night. 

“i guess so, i dont know why my friends are blowing me up though.’ You clicked on the screen and saw a collage of misleading hashtags. #sebsgf. #couple. #AVImovie. What is going on? You clicked on a hashtag and scrolled. Hundreds of the same photo. You and sebastian centred, his arm around your waist, and staring into eachothers eyes. They had all kinds of captions. ‘i want someone to look at me the way she looks at him.’ Oh god, if he didnt know you liked him before, he might be getting the picture. Another headline, ‘Sebastian Stan smitten on the carpet with co-star Y/N’. You turned to look at Sebastian, who had the most horrified expression on his face. Gut Punch. Fucking Twitter. You coughed awkwardly, hoping to draw the attention away from the never ending stream of notifications.  

“Okay, you dont have to look at me like the mere thought of being with me would end the world” You got up from the ciuch and cleared your throat.  

He just stared at you, day old makeup, with a bedhead. He stared like you were the last thing on earth. He realised they were absolutely right. He was completely smitten by you. He rushed to follow you. “Wait thats not whats happening.” He gripped your arm lightly and turned you to face him. You looked up at him through your lashes expectantly. “Theyre right.” he said, barely above a whisper. 

“Whos right?” You looked to him confused. 

“The people, the people on the phone, i am completely smitten with you” He chcukled lightly, throwing a glance toward your phone. 

Ypur breateh hitched in your throat. “I thought you only thought of me like a sister, Seb you literally said that to me not 6 months ago.” 

He ran a hand through his hair. “I know, but that was before i started staying here,  and i saw you in a whole different light” He cupped your face with his hand and stared at you hopefully. But you didnt have to say anything. You just leaned in and brused his lips against yours. 

“i think theyre right about me too.” You whispered before closing the gap between you too. So much emotion got poured into the kiss, months of waiting, watching, hoping, all being taken out in your living room at 10AM. It was everything you had both imagined it to be. Soft. Passionate. Felt like a dream come true. You both pulled away breathlessly, staying close. 

“You know,” He whsipered softly, “My apartment was fixed last week.” A sneaky smile grew across his face as you pulled away, slack jawed, an incredulous look on your face. 

“You bastard!” You shouted playfully, giggling as you threw a pillow at him. He caught it swiftly, and picked you up as you let out a loud laugh. 

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❝A Pretty Pink Bow Looks Good On You.❞ | MHA Series

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Author's Note: I'd like to make it clear that I try to make different scenarios for each character rather than having multiple characters turn into the same animal. So, some of these may be random or unexpected, maybe not even thought of from the characters, but I do hope that you enjoy the scenarios.

Warnings: Mild cuss words

Summary: The boys get hit with an animal transformation quirk, and who becomes the lucky candidate to take care of them till it wears off? You guessed right... YOU.

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(Y/N) rubbed at her fatigued eyes as she inhaled deeply, studies and hero course work had been quite tasking on her that day, draining her of any remaining energy that she may of still had along with the weather taking a drastic turn for the worst, from the morning filled with only the sun, birds chirping many tunes and not a cloud in the sky to the afternoon that turned on its side to dark clouds and heavy rain hitting against her dorm room window and keeping many of its residents locked inside for the evening, preventing anyone from going out unless they had plans to spend the next day with cough syrup and stuffy noses.

Normally she would've found this type of weather as peaceful and tranquil, unfortunately, she had felt like a raging volcano awaiting to erupt, causing all of its hot magma to pour out over the edge because of a certain blonde, blue-eyed boy as he had promised her a movie date in her dorm room under the fluorescent stars that she had stuck to her ceiling, hot mugs of a satisfying beverage and a bag of fluffy marshmallows as an apology after the stunt he had pulled with her classmates that ended him, Bakugo and Midoriya in a week's worth of detention. And with him being over an hour late, she could feel her patience slipping and she had been considering if she should give him the benefit of the doubt, but due to the fact that he had done this a few times, she would be sure that there were no 'get out of jail free cards' for him when he came running back.

Rapid knocking on her door made her flinch, pulling her out of her fixed stare at her wall where her mind ran freely with thoughts, ideas and strategies, turning her interest of direction towards it, probably burning holes into the person on the other side with her glare alone due to the anger that she had been feeling in her chest, obviously not meaning to but sometimes certain emotions caused outbursts at the wrong people for the wrong reasons, something she tried not let slip, especially in the hero course where her partner, or even herself, to be the key to them surviving.

"Come in—" She announced, yet she felt her eyebrows rising a little when her door had been opened quickly and before she had finished her sentence, cutting her off. She looked towards the person who had intruded but her concern started growing when she recognised the crimsoned-haired boy looking like he had just run a marathon and was on the verge of having his knees buckle under him and fainting.

"What the hell?" She asked rhetorically as she got up from her chair, walking towards Kirishima. She watched as he leaned against the door frame, "Kirishima, what happened?" She asked with concern lacing her voice.

"You need to come quickly." He stated without an explanation as he grabbed her wrist and hurriedly walked with her to the common room where she noticed a few puddles of water scattered around the place along with a few of her classmates running after something small around the couches.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked with confusion, not understanding why the common room looked like a cyclone had just hit it, but she felt like her question had been answered when a blob of blond fur rolled out from under the couch, its big ears twitching and it's fur sticking in different directions, but its eyes widening when it turned its head towards her direction, stopping in its tracks in front of her feet and her arms crossed over her chest.

"(Y/N), take that rat outside and make him stay there!" Bakugo demanded, pointing at the small animal while Sero and Kaminari tried to hold him still as his anger had seemingly boiled over the edge of a full cup.

"And why did you guys bring back a fox with you?" (Y/N) had asked as she knew that the Heights Alliance dorms were no place for a petting zoo, but she also knew that Midoriya was so stiff that he wouldn't dare break a rule of the school and Bakugo rarely cared for a pet, so her suspicions could only lead her to one thing as she looked down at the small creature.

"Monoma?"

The small creature looked like it held a smirk on its face which had seemed impossible but knowing who this said animal was, wasn't exactly not expected. The small creature moving itself closer to (Y/N)'s legs and rubbing its body against them, but falling over as she moved to the side of it, the small animal having to be what looked like an offended expression by the way its whiskers twitched.

"What happened?" She asked after rubbing her hands over her face, the atmosphere finally calming down, at least for the ones who wouldn't have to clean up the watery mess before Aizawa-sensei could hear of it.

"Aizawa-sensei had instructed us, along with Monoma, to attend to help with cleaning up some stuff in the training zone, but it appeared that some students had been messing around near the equipment and one of them must've fired off their quirks, hitting him in the process." Midoriya explained, his hands fidgeting while holding a small net and his face having a few dirt smudges in different places.

(Y/N) took a glance at the furry creature next to her before looking back to Midoriya, "Does Aizawa-sensei know of this?" She asked, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, he knows, because he was there when it happened and he instructed us just to look after him and make sure he doesn't get into trouble." He explained further, though agitated grunts from Bakugo told her that they had no say in the argument.

"And his own classmates couldn't take care of him because...?" She asked, awaiting to hear the excuse that she was sure she didn't have to ask for.

"The old man said that if we took care of him, he'd lighten our detention sentence." Bakugo stated irritated, grabbing the mop from Ashido harshly before he began cleaning up the puddles of water.

"He really took you guys through the ringer?" (Y/N) asked, noticing the state of the common room and hearing a few moans and groans of dissatisfaction from the classmates that had been in the common room composing of Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugo, Sero, Mina and Kirishima.

"Girl, you have no idea," Mina stated, holding up her hand, "he jumped everywhere from the moment he walked in, knocking things over the counter and table, my best nail polish almost lost its life to him after he jumped over the couch." She explained further.

"And now, these two have to look after him, which means that it's only going to get worse from here." She whined, although her response almost had Bakugo jumping through the ceiling from his quirk making small crackle sounds in his palms and for Midoriya to go pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'll look after him." (Y/N) stated, making the head of her classmate turn towards her, along with the small furry being next to her, his ears twitching in excitement, something she noticed before glaring at him, "Don't look all excited, I'm not done with you." She stated, making the small creature shrink back but allowed him to move closer to her, placing his small paw onto her shoe.

"(Y/N), you really don't have to— It's our responsibility—" Midoriya tried to reply, only to be cut off by a louder voice.

"You keep that thing as far away from me as possible, one mistake and we're throwing him out the window!" Bakugo argued, making her nod her head in annoyance but also in relief, which she also felt as though Midoriya was relieving a tired sigh, muttering a 'thank you' to her and moving towards the sink to grab a cloth to help Bakugo clean up the place.

"You all should have a good night." (Y/N) said as she picked up the smaller animal next to her, reminding herself to throw him into her bathroom sink to wash off the grime from his fur from which he had been running across the floor, the small body in her arms sticking its tongue out behind her, provoking a few of her classmates to be shocked and further agitated by the fact that even in an animal form, Monoma still held his arrogant nature.

Carrying him to her room and closing the door behind her as she entered and walked straight into her bathroom, making Monoma's ears twitch in curiosity. Closing the bathroom door behind her and placing his small form into the sink after placing the plug in and turning the faucet to the warm side, not too hot, but also not too lukewarm as he had complained to her many times that being too lukewarm didn't allow his body's muscles to relax and having it be too hot made him want to peel himself out of his skin.

Grabbing the bottle of peach scented body wash and placing it next to the sink, watching his big eyes blink at her while his large ears twitched around. She gently brought her hand up to pet his head and around his face as he bumped his head into her hand, his ears flattening in relaxation.

"What am I going to do with you, Neito?" She asked, scrunching her face when she realised that he couldn't answer in this form, but his staring gaze told her that he had understood what she had said, she turned off the faucet after having the sink fill half way.

"Now I don't have pet shampoo but this will have to do, besides it'll be better than smelling like a local stray." She had said, forgetting that he can't answer back, but talking to herself as a way to soothe her nerves.

Squeezing a minimum amount into her hands and placing the bottle back down, she gently massaged the soap through his fur, behind his ears and along his fluffy tail, hearing the small groans of pleasure as she massaged the soil into his fur to rid him of the dirt and grime, although Monoma was no longer finding the situation as a curse, thinking that he should get hit by a quirk more often if this was the treatment he was due to get for it, but then again he liked being able to put his arms around her whenever he wished and of course to insult the students of Class 1A was something he couldn't do in this form, so it was difficult to convince himself to get into a similar situation.

His body relaxing and finding the warm water calming along with the peachy scent from the soap, he spent most of the time watching his lover's face and noticing small things that he didn't notice when he was on two legs, how her eyes had a glint to them when she was focused, or how her tongue would move to the side when she put her mind to something, and especially the dark marks under her eyes, not noticeable unless someone was close to her face, his heart dropping a bit when he remembered how her hard work came at a price and that price would often be sleep, now remembering what an idiot he had been on the many dates he had missed because he chose his ego over her, making his ears droop and his gaze turn towards the water.

Monoma had grunted when he felt a cloth being wiped gently over his face, her hands delicately cupping his face while she wiped around his eyes and muzzle, the warm cloth making him close his eyes and nuzzle his face into her hands.

His ears twitched up and his eyes shot open when he felt her placing a small peck onto his head, rubbing her thumb against his furry cheek when she had pulled away. "I wonder how long this quirk is going to last for?" She inquired, though more to herself than him, but for all he knew, he would wish it was a while.

(Y/N) unplugged the sink to let the soapy water drain out before plugging it in again and opening the faucet to allow new warm water in, gently scratching through his fur to rid it of soap as she knew if she left it in, it would only cause irritation to him and she'd have to hear about it once he got back his human form. Her fingers working through his short fur, and managing to rid him of any soap but still keeping the peachy scent. Turning off the faucet and letting him soak a bit, even though the soap had been cleared out of his fur and now she had been using the cloth to wipe around his face more and over his ears, all while his eyes remained closed and his body laid lax in the sink with the warm water.

(Y/N) bent down to open the cabinet doors underneath the sink, pulling out a blue towel and unwrapping it, placing it next to the sink and unplugging it, her hands gently squeezing on where he had the most fur to attempt to rid him of excess water before picking up his small body and placing him on the towel and wrapping it around his body.

"Now you look like a little fox burrito," She softly chuckled as she carried him, similar to how a mother carries her baby, in her arms to her bedroom where she sat by her vanity and placed him onto the table of it, drying him with the towel to at least get him damp, then retrieving her hair dryer and a comb. Using the comb to brush through and clear any knots from his fur before drying him with the hair dryer and turning him into a fluffy pom-pom, and then combing through his fur again and repeating the process till he was dry and soft.

With Monoma almost half asleep and letting out a big yawn when she had moved to retrieve something out of her drawers, a medium sized box that she set next to him and opened it, his nose picking up on many different smells, some that he liked and some that made his nose scrunch up and his ears flatten.

She picked a bottle with an orange label on it, once she opened it, he could smell something similar to the soap she had used to clean him, although this smelt more fruity than the soap, peeking his interest and moving closer to her to push his nose against the bottle, making her smile.

"You like this one?' She asked him, receiving a nudge of his head against the bottle as she would assume that meant a 'yes'. Placing the bottle down and closing the box, she dropped a few drops of the essential oil into her hand, rubbing them together to evenly spread it out, then gently applied it to his fur, messaging it into the more darker blonde areas and through his fluffy tail, behind his ears and through his chest, all while Monoma thought that the quirk had sent him to Heaven with the treatment he had been receiving, his body relaxing and his muscles feeling like he had all the knots being taken out, closing his eyes and leaning against her, his breathing becoming even and settled out.

(Y/N) had been observing his body language, and she was reminded of why she had agreed to that first date with him, she remembers how he had gone out of his way to try and impress her, though many saw it as him wanting to one-up her classmates, there were the few times where he had been with her without her classmates around, like the time when she had asked him if he would like to accompany her out on the Saturday, just the two of them, though the first few minutes were a bit daunting as he spoke poorly about her classmates, but eventually he had loosened up and started talking to her about the things he liked, why he wanted to become a hero and how he strived to become one after people had shunned him for his quirk.

That's when she saw the true Neito Monoma, the one who strived to prove those wrong who thought his quirk was merely a way for him to mooch off of others, she saw a different side to him and that's what had made her say 'yes' to a date with him.

Even through all the ups and downs through their relationship, each day she found a new way to appreciate him, and he found someone worth becoming a hero for, plus she had overheard from some of the teachers about how his behaviour had changed for the better and none of them knew why but they were happy about it, although she did assume that Aizawa-sensei did have a theory about it, but if he did he never said anything on it. However, Monoma still kept up the part about trying to be better than her classmates, but at least the insults were dimmed a bit.

Blinking her eyes when she heard his small noises and turning her head towards him settling his paw on her arm, thinking she must've just zoned out when he felt her hands stop moving. She smiled at him, scratching his head before she packed away the box with the essential oils in it back into the drawer, picking him up and placing him on her bed.

"I just need to hop through the shower, Neito, then we can both get our rest." She had told him, walking to her bathroom and closing the door behind her, leaving Monoma by himself while the water turned on. With five minutes feeling like mere hours to Monoma, he actually had a moment to sit with his thoughts, had he ever expressed how much he appreciated her?

He remembers their first date and how she had smiled at him, a genuine smile that he rarely saw. He probably rarely saw it because he was always focused on one-upping Class 1A, when did his focus stray? The reason he had asked her out in the first place was because he wanted to know what she was doing to him whenever he saw her, but later he fell for her, and hard at that fact, he enjoyed hearing her reasons for becoming a hero and it motivated him to become better. He had made up his mind at that moment, that he would be better, maybe not to the point of complementing her classmates, but he'd tone down on the insults more.

His ear twitched at hearing the bathroom door open, seeing her in her pyjamas as she walked to the bed, a brush in her hand as she attempted to tangle out any knots. After finishing and tying up her hair in a messy bun, she looked at him before picking him up into her arms again and moving the both of them under the blanket, enough so that he'd be warm but also so that his head was poking out of the blanket, moving his body closer to hers to cuddle further into her neck, curling up into a ball right next to her as she placed her arm around his small body.

"Goodnight, Neito." She said as her eyelids started drifting closed and she allowed her mind to wonder freely until she fell sleep, his soft breathing near her ear like a soothing melody.

Upon the sun rising the next morning, she could've sworn that her pillow felt a lot softer than it did the previous night, nuzzling her face further into it and wrapping her arms around something equally as soft, causing her eyes to open quickly and for the sight before her to almost make her let out a shriek had it not been for the fact that Monoma was awake and had a finger to her lips, sitting bare near her as his blue eyes gazed so lovingly into hers.

"There will be a time and place for you to scream, but now's not the time, my dearest." He reminded her, the blanket pooling around his waist as he laid back, "Though I do find your nuzzling to be quite affectionately tolerable." He stated, making her pull a face that held a tinge of warning to it, not needing to verbally tell him that if he pushed her buttons the wrong way, she'd throw him out of her room stark naked, this only made him smile in response as she turned her head towards the digital clock on her nightstand, the time telling her that they still had an hour and a half before they'd have to get up and ready.

(Y/N) slumped back into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around her and pushing his nose into her hair. Finding the smell of her shampoo relieving to his nose.

"Thank you." He muttered, though very softly, she still caught it, moving her head to be facing him while her hands laid on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pace pick up a small bit.

"For what?" She asked confusingly, though he had thanked her many times before, he usually only did it in the comfort of behind closed doors.

He rolled his eyes, though the smile on her face told him that she had been playing with him but had wanted him to say it.

"For taking care of me." He muttered, his voice soft but at least more hearable.

"Any classmate would've done it." She told him, though his look of disbelief told her otherwise.

"Apparently not your classmates who were willing to leave me out in the rain." He reminded her, his hands drawing small circles on her back.

"Do you blame them?" She asked him, watching his mouth form a straight line which meant he knew she had been right considering all the crap he would sprout whenever he was near them. "But you're welcome, hopefully we won't have a repeat of this again?" She asked rhetorically, but she wouldn't mind it if it happened again, she enjoyed taking care of him while he was small and didn't have as big a mouth on him.

"I don't know, you seemed quite honoured to be taking care of me." He teased, watching her smile, a sight he'd never get tired of seeing for as long as he lived.

"If 'honoured' is even the word you're looking for," She replied, moving her face towards his forehead and laying a small peck. "Though I must say, you would've looked cute with a pink bow tied up in your hair."

Monoma let out a sarcastic laugh before pulling the blanket over the both of them again, covering them in each other's warmth and moving onto his side, bringing her with him and allowing him to move his head into her neck, allowing her to smell the scent of the oil she massaged into his fur the previous night, she now guessed that his hair carried most of it.

"We're going to have to get up soon, you know that, right?" She asked him but received no answer, "Neito?" She pushed, still to receive no answer, finally using her hand to scratch behind his ear, provoking him to grunt and turn his body over to the other side, (Y/N) having a shocked and amused reaction on her face from the reaction, "There's no way you like that."

Monoma simply pulled the blanket further over his head while a tinge of pink dusted over his cheeks, not wanting her to see it.

"Oh, come on, 'noma. I was just teasing," She said as she moved her body over to his, a soft attempt to try and remove the blanket from his face, "Please let me see that handsome face again."

He knew she'd use this type of reverse psychology on him, using his ego against him, undoubtedly it worked, making him move the blanket a small bit away from his face, allowing her to move hers close to his and lay a long kiss onto the side of his head, making her softly laugh at his reaction.

She gently patted his arm that was still under the blanket, "Come on, big guy. We got to get ready." She stated as she moved over him to get started with her morning, meanwhile he sighed at the fact that he had to get up and out of the warmth that he had spent the night in.

Surprisingly, the whole day, he had toned down on his insults towards her classmates, though he did say a few things, (Y/N) noticed he appeared to be walking around as if he had just been named the number one hero, he had been puffing out his chest and was smiling a lot more, though mostly around her, she noticed this change, along with the fact that his hair had kept the fruity scent.

And though she did find the students who had turned him into a fox in the first place, she couldn't find it in her to scold them too badly, considering that her evening went quite smoothly, however they did receive a mouthful from her about playing around equipment.

But she'd have to ask them for a favour again if it meant this side of Monoma would show more often.

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Press Tour- S. Stan x Reader

A/N: this is a rewrite of a fic from like 5 years ago, if you want to check out the original here to see how much has changed. Feel free to leave requests! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN COMMENTS OR ASKS PLS i need to know if i’m still writing like i’m 14 😭

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Bang Bang Bang 

Your eyes shot open as the incessant knocking reverberated the walls of your small apartment. You looked across the dimly lit room and threw a glance at your alarm clock. 3AM? Who is knocking on your door at 3AM? Whoever it is better be dying, or they will wish they were in a minute.  You slipped on your night gown, and slipped your socks on, the cold floor shocking your system for a second.  You threw open the door to your bedroom and trudged to your door, still reeling from your rude early morning awakening. You opened the door, not expecting a drenched Sebastian Stan at your door, surrounded by a few bags of things, equally soaked from the rain that was currently hammering against your windows.  

“God Seb its 3AM, get in here.” You rushed him inside, taking note of his shivering. you had met Seb 6 months ago. You had been cast in the same movie, with you sporting a slightly smaller role than him. It was one of your first in Hollywood, being a fresh 20 something coming onto the scene, so you sought out Sebastian for advice. Since then, most days on set were spent together, running lines, or sneaking food from the buffet into your trailers for little dinners together when you got the chance. He has taken to you so well, and you would say you were closer to him than anyone you had met in the film industry so far. Your friends would claim you had a little crush on him, but some things are better left unaddressed.   

“What are you doing at my door at 3AM?” You let out a slight chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, whilst collecting some of the bags that sat at your doorway. You had secretly hoped for some sappy love declaration in the rain like you'd seen in the movies, but judging by the look on his face, and the bags that lingered outside the door, you figured that would be a bit of a stretch.  

“Funny story actually” He let out an awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “My neighbour, he, did something, I'm not too sure what, but the whole floor of apartments is flooded, including mine.” He looked around sheepishly and took in your apartment. It was cute and dainty, much like yourself. He took note of some of the things hanging across the walls. Posters of a few movies you’d been in, certificates from high school, pictures of you and your friends. He saw a picture that he had taken of you two on the set front and centre, smiling at the memory.  

“So you came here?” You stared at him as you grabbed a towel and some blankets from the cupboard. He stared back with a smile.  

“Where else?” He spoke, making a smile break out on your face, and tiny butterflies float in your stomach. You knew Sebastian had never thought of you the way you thought of him. He was a lot older, and likely viewed you as a little sister more than anything. But it's not wrong for a beautiful man to give you butterflies, right?  

You moved back to the couch to hand him the towels and blankets. “Well stay here as long as you like.” Offering him a warm smile. “Let me get changed and we can sort everything out.” With that you rushed back into your room and threw on some shorts and a vest top. You popped back out of your room and started to make some hot chocolate, Seb's favourite. “So, when do they think they will have everything fixed?” 

“They said it'll be about a week, so I should be out of your hair soon.” He let out a small laugh, still watching you.  

“Not too soon I hope, you know I love best friend time.” You let out a small smile, still focused on heating up the milk. If you hadn't been so preoccupied, you would've seen the look he was giving you, and you would've known it wasn't a look that best friends give each other. 

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That day, however, was 3 weeks ago now. Now, you two were dressed up to the nines, and about to leave for your first press conference.  

“Seba! Come on!” You shouted through the door of your apartment. Turns out it wasn't a week to fix his apartment, it wasn't even a month. There had been no news on his apartment for the last 3 weeks, so he had been staying on your couch indefinitely. You didn't mind, you revelled in everyday spent with him, like a dream come true.  

He stepped out of the room, and you couldn't help but stare, he cleans up very well. In a way that makes you sweat just a little more and your mouth run dry. You offered him a smile, trying to distract from the blush creeping up your neck.  

“Do I look okay?” You asked quietly, noticing the way his eyes racked up and down your figure. You wore a fitting dress, something recommended by your stylist, it had to be special for your first press conference. 

“You look...” He didn't finish, as he drunk in your appearance, just the sight of you intoxicated him. Safe to say his feelings had grown over the shared time in your apartment, but that was something he could never admit to you. He was supposed to be a mentor, not fall in love with you for Christ's sake. During your time spent together, he felt as though he got to know you on a deeper level, days filled with midnight talks and cooking together, I mean it's hard not to fall for someone like you.  

“Seb?” You questioned, waving your hand in his face after a minute of silence and an unfinished sentence.  

“Yeah, yeah I'm great.” He pulled himself out of his thoughts, as a smile spread across his face as he stared down at you. The car beep outside took both of your attention, as he snaked a hand around your waist. “Our carriage awaits, my dear.” You both laughed as you headed to the door, nervous as ever.  

You slipped through the double doors of the hall, Sebastian protectively behind you. You glanced back at him with a nervous smile, your head feeling fuzzy before you had even entered. He instinctively squeezed your hand and whispered calming notions in your ear. You walked into the centre of the hall with Sebastian in tow. As soon as you stepped up, a chorus of ‘look over here’, ‘Sebastian’, ‘Y/N’ rang out, and blinding flashes of pictures being taken. It all felt like too much. You glance up at Sebastian, and e gave you a warm smile, and snaked his hand around your waist, something that instantly calmed you. You felt ready to take it all on. 

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After hours of interviews, intricate questions and plenty of pictures, you and Sebastian barged through the door of your apartment and threw yourselves on the couch. Sebastian loosened his tie and undid his top button, whilst you took your hair out and jewellery of before falling back into his arm that was threw across the couch.  

“Why didn't you tell me press conferences were SO exhausting?” You sighed, loving the feeling of the soft couch treating your back. 

“I couldve told you that, lovely.” He laughed a little, settling into the couch. And thats how you drifted off, for the next 12 hours. Shoes strewn across the floor and bits of your outfits across the coffee table. 

The repetitive sound of your phone buzzing woke you up. As you moved to reach for it, Sebastian stirred and woke up, glancing up at you through his lashes. “What time is it?” His groggy voice came. 

“Oh sorry i didnt mean to wake you, its 10Am, and my phone is going crazy” The phone screen lit up your face as you looked at the countless notifications on your phone. Your eye was caught by a text from your friend that read ‘YOU AND SEBASTIAN STAN ARE TOGETHER ARE YOU SERIOUS?’. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you continued to scroll and finally opened twitter. Sebastian moved closer to you to see what had caused your silence. Your screen lit up with photos of you from the press conference, with the hashtag #AVImovie. 

“Guess the press tour photos have been released.” He chuckled, thinking over last night. 

“i guess so, i dont know why my friends are blowing me up though.’ You clicked on the screen and saw a collage of misleading hashtags. #sebsgf. #couple. #AVImovie. What is going on? You clicked on a hashtag and scrolled. Hundreds of the same photo. You and Sebastian centred, his arm around your waist, and staring into each others eyes. They had all kinds of captions. ‘i want someone to look at me the way she looks at him.’ Oh god, if he didnt know you liked him before, he might be getting the picture. Another headline, ‘Sebastian Stan smitten on the carpet with co-star Y/N’. You turned to look at Sebastian, who had the most horrified expression on his face. Gut Punch. Fucking Twitter. You coughed awkwardly, hoping to draw the attention away from the never ending stream of notifications.  

“Okay, you dont have to look at me like the mere thought of being with me would end the world” You got up from the couch and cleared your throat.  

He just stared at you, day old makeup, with a bedhead. He stared like you were the last thing on earth. He realised they were absolutely right. He was completely smitten by you. He rushed to follow you. “Wait thats not whats happening.” He gripped your arm lightly and turned you to face him. You looked up at him through your lashes expectantly. “Theyre right.” he said, barely above a whisper. 

“Whos right?” You looked to him confused. 

“The people, the people on the phone, i am completely smitten with you” He chuckled lightly, throwing a glance toward your phone. 

Your breathe hitched in your throat. “I thought you only thought of me like a sister, Seb you literally said that to me not 6 months ago.” 

He ran a hand through his hair. “I know, but that was before i started staying here,  and i saw you in a whole different light” He cupped your face with his hand and stared at you hopefully. But you didnt have to say anything. You just leaned in and brused his lips against yours. 

“i think they're right about me too.” You whispered before closing the gap between you too. So much emotion got poured into the kiss, months of waiting, watching, hoping, all being taken out in your living room at 10AM. It was everything you had both imagined it to be. Soft. Passionate. Felt like a dream come true. You both pulled away breathlessly, staying close. 

“You know,” He whispered softly, “My apartment was fixed last week.” A sneaky smile grew across his face as you pulled away, slack jawed, an incredulous look on your face. 

“You bastard!” You shouted playfully, giggling as you threw a pillow at him. He caught it swiftly, and picked you up as you let out a loud laugh. 

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[celebtf]

Dylan and The Extra

So I got cast as an Extra in this movie, didn't really know what it is about but it's extra cash and right now I take everything I can get. As an Extra you really don't meet the stars on set, you just do your job and they come do their scen and leave. I just to think every actor/movie star was a bart, acting all snobby, arrogant.

I was going in to Studio 17 to see the scene they were shooting right now and I also wanted to get a sandwich from the snack table, I have been here since 4am, I'm getting hungry at this point.

I got into the studio and see they are running through a scene and somebody yells

" Dylan, we need to in hair and makeup right now, to fix up the wig and some other stuff"

I saw Dylan Minnette run from place A to B and for the first time i started to find him attractive.

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" Hey Dylan, I'm sorry I had to rush you out of the scene so fast, we just needed to check the wig really fast " the makeup girl said, Dylan just looked at her and smiled a big smile. He actually loved this trailer because it was very quiet. " Can you please take of your shirt, just quick so it dosen't get messy before the scene " Dylan changed out of the yellow shirt and put it on a hanger.

" I'm so sorry Theresa, I need to run to the bathroom very fast before we start " Dylan said with a sad undertone and left the trailer

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I had been listening outside the trailer when Dylan and his Makeup person talked so I knew he was going to the bathroom, I quietly opened the door in to the trailer, his makeup artist was not there at the moment, so I took the shirt of the hanger and hide it and run towards the bathrooms.

I was in the bathroom and went in to a booth and I tried Dylans shirt on, and I heard the door open from the other booth.

I opened my door and I saw dylan drop to his knees in pain but I still tried on the shirt, it smelled so good, if I could get high on a smell, it would've been this.

Thankfully I couldn’t feel the pain myself, but I could feel a small light pleasure in my now too-tight pants, my dick was growing.

I went over to the mirror and saw my face changing, the hair went light brown, my stubble grew back. The Transformation made me sweat, I needed to get this shirt of right now.

" I look so hot, don't I, Dylan" I looked at the old Dylan who was in pain with a smile. " I would love to chat, but the makeup girl is waiting on me" I took the weak Dylan by his collar and locked him in the bathroom. I took the shirt in my hand and went out.

" One last check " I look so hot, I know what I will be doing later " I laughed and went back to the trailer.

" Hey Theresa, I'm sorry, I have a bad stomach today" I said, hoping she wouldn't notice the change in actor.

" It's okay Dylan, we all have those days, now sit in the chair so we can put the wig on, and then put the yellow shirt on again "

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Hii it's me, I'm hoping you guys understood the POV shift, it makes it easier for me too, even if it's a bit basic. Hope you liked this story, I try uploading every 2-5 days.

[jinhyun]

—lost.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, non-established relationship, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: 2.6k

summary: when hyunjin invites you over to watch a movie. or maybe two.

a/n: helloooo, this is a watercolor bonus part i had in my drafts for forever lmao. it's supposed to be right after part 21, when hyunjin invites y/n over to watch a movie. since i had nothing planned for jinnie's birthday and this was pretty much done, i decided to finish it (fix it) for once and for all jdñskdñs. i hope you guys enjoy! please let me know your thoughts on it, you know i love gossiping with you all<3

You had been the one to make the first move that evening. It was subtle, innocent — your head gently resting on Hyunjin's shoulder as your backs rested against the couch.

For a moment there, you had wondered whether he had even noticed that small act of yours, for his eyes remained focused on the movie playing in front —Your Name, just like he had promised when he had invited you over— and you had not felt him neither relax nor tense up over your bold move.

His lack of reaction could only make you anxious, not to say embarrassed. However, just as you had given up and were starting to sit back up, Hyunjin's arm was loosely placed over your shoulders, stopping you from moving away from him and then taking it one step further by resting his hand on your upper arm, so he could pull you closer to him and keep you from moving further away.

A small smile curved up the corners of your mouth, snuggling up against him and then letting a contented sigh out when his head rested on yours.

That's how it started, at least. Snuggling with him being as much as you were expecting that day.

That being as much as you needed to be the happiest.

But then his thumb began to draw small circles on your arm — goosebumps showing up on your skin, managing to let you know just how much the most simple of touches from him affected you. It would've been embarrassing if you weren't already so open about your feelings for him.

Then you looked up at him with a shy smile, and he smiled back; his eyes matching the sweetness of yours as they looked up at him.

Everything after that felt natural, almost familiar.

He leaned in ever so carefully and gently bumped his nose on yours. You let out a breathy laugh, and cupped his cheek in your hand as your lips finally met midway.

Just like that, not even a minute later, you were lying down on the sofa after Hyunjin had softly pushed you back down on it — the movie now long forgotten while he laid on top of you and his tongue opened its way into your mouth.

No matter how many times you kissed —which, to be fair, had not been that many since that one night at the art studio—, you could not seem to get used to it.

The ever so soft feel of his plump lips on yours, the way they trapped your own in between, the way his tongue would massage yours in a way that would drive you crazy in a second and the way his hot breathing would mix with yours��� Everything about him and his kisses was perfect. Absolutely perfect. And you were sure that no matter how many times you got to get a taste of his lips, you would not be able to grow used to it, nor to get enough of it.

Which is why a small whine abandoned your mouth when his lips were no longer on yours, leaning in looking for them once again and earning a low chuckle from him before he leaned down to plant one last chaste kiss on them to calm your needy ass. Before you could protest again, his mouth was placed on the corner of your lips, then on your cheek, on your chin — simply as that, peppering kisses all the way down to your neck.

Your breathing became heavier with the first touch of his wet lips to the sensitive skin on your neck, unconsciously tilting your head so he could have better access to it. You could feel Hyunjin smiling against your flesh, enjoying both the taste of you and the effect he had on you, as he felt you shiver under his touch.

Nuzzling the crook of your neck, he couldn't help a breathy laugh from escaping his mouth over the way you had pulled slightly away before he could press a kiss to it. 

Ticklish. 

That didn't stop him, though, and you were glad he did not give up. If anything, you smiled in utter content when his lips were placed on the sensitive spot they had tried kissing seconds ago.

"Don't you dare leave a mark" you warned him the moment you felt his teeth ever so faintly graze your skin.

Hyunjin chuckled against the spot he had been teasing, pressing one last open mouth kiss to it before he went back up to your mouth. "Why?" his lips brushed yours. "Don't want other guys to know you were with me?"

Your laugh was muffled by him, as his lips trapped your bottom one. "They wouldn't know you were the one I was with anyway".

Watching his mouth open slightly agape in defeat, you chuckled, pulling him into another kiss by the collar of his hoodie. That was all it took for him to let your taunting words go, as he got lost in your addictive touch.

A small, breathy moan escaped his mouth and was muffled by yours when your fingers ran through his hair and gently pulled at it. That got you a lip bite in response — his teeth ever so teasingly catching your bottom lip in between them and tenderly pulling at it, before his mouth was once again doing wonders on yours.

The hand of his that had been holding your waist all along loosened its grip on you, travelling down to the hem of your sweater and lifting it slightly up as he dug his hand inside. An almost inaudible gasp ran past your lips at the feel of his warm hand on your bare skin. 

His touch was gentle, as opposed to the rather passionate way his mouth was sucking on yours. He held your waist once more, just like he had been doing before — only now his thumb was drawing gentle circles on your hot skin.

Gentle. Everything about his touch right then was gentle. So goddamn gentle, it was almost painful. 

Gentle enough to make you melt underneath him. Gentle enough to let you know you were in too deep.

"Wait…" you managed to mumble against his lips. "I don't—I'm not…"

"I'm not trying anything," he promised, catching on to your hesitation. "I won't do anything, don't worry".

You nodded, only then managing to catch your breath. "Okay…"

Hyunjin smiled, allowing a light laugh to escape his mouth as he rested his forehead on yours.

"What?" you wondered, feeling the corners of your mouth curving up at the mere sight of his smile.

He shook his head in amusement, simply cupping your cheek in his other hand. "You're so cute".

You felt your cheeks burn, having to look down in order for him not to realise just how flustered he made you feel.

"I just wanna touch you here," he confessed, running his thumb up and down the curve of your waist. "Can I?"

You smiled softly, with a simple nod giving him the green light he was waiting for not to remove his hand, and to connect his lips with yours for what felt like the hundredth time that night. His kisses now matched the gentleness of his thumb against your skin.

Pressing one last kiss to your mouth and giving you a smile that had you once more melting right then and there, he rested his head on your chest — hand still caressing your waist under your sweater as he focused back on the movie.

As delusional as it sounded, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to when you and Felix had been watching movies together at your place. He remembered how Felix had told him you made a great pillow, and although he one hundred percent agreed, he could only wonder if he had been lying down on you like this.

Hyunjin thought he only hated the idea of you and Changbin together. But right then, as images of Felix being in his place before invaded his mind, he realised he also hated the idea of you and him together.

One of your hands resting on his back and the other one on his head, so your fingers could ever so tenderly run through his hair in such a way he wished you would never stop, was all it took for all those thoughts of his to go away.

You were with him right then. You were underneath him, kissing him and snuggling him. Every other guy in your life could not mean any less of a threat.

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Letting out a relaxed sigh when the credits began to roll, Hyunjin made himself more comfortable on your body, quietly enjoying the way your fingers were still lovingly massaging his scalp.

"Should we watch another movie?" he wondered after a couple of seconds, scared of either saying or doing anything that would have you move away from him.

You failed to give him an answer, instead removing your hand from his hair, just like he had feared. Confused at the sudden loss of your touch, he lifted his head up to take a look at you, only to be met with your glossy eyes and wet cheeks as you rushed to dry them out with the back of your hands.

"You're crying?" Hyunjin asked, a pinch of worry and one of endearment clear in his eyes.

You shook your head no. "M—not".

A soft smile curved up his mouth, removing your hands from off your face so he could take over instead — small strokes of his thumbs on your cheeks managing to wipe the few tear stains that were left. 

"You're so cute, oh my God" he giggled.

"Shut up…" you whined, not finding it in you to hold his stare as his eyes turned into two crescent moons. "I wasn't joking when I told you to have tissues prepared for me".

Hyunjin laughed under his breath, nuzzling the crook of your neck before he obnoxiously wrapped his arms around you. "And I told you my arms around you were better".

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah… I'm not so sure about that".

"You don't believe that" he hummed, playfully pinching your sides before he looked back up at you. "So how about another movie? One that'll lift up your mood?"

"Do we have time for another one?" you wondered.

His eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Isn't Changbin coming home soon? Or Seungmin?" you tilted your head questioningly. "Although I guess they could always join us".

Eyebrows knitting even closer together, he took his phone out of his pocket so he could check the time. "There's still some time before Bin hyung comes back. And I doubt Min-ie is coming back anytime soon, he'll probably still be at yours when you go back".

You joined in his laughter at that. Chae hadn't texted you at all, so you thought Hyunjin was onto something. She and Seungmin were probably going to enjoy every last second they got alone together at your dorm.

"Okay then," you smiled. "Do I get to pick the next one?"

"Mhm…" he nodded, sitting up for a moment so he could look for the remote that had been thrown somewhere in the middle of your previous make out session. "Something that won't make you cry".

"Oh! Let's watch something from Studio Ghibli" you perked up, taking the remote from his hands. 

"Oh, so you're one of those?" he teased, a bright smile adorning his lips.

"Shut up, their art style is amazing" you bit back, not sparing him one glance while you searched for the movie you were looking for. "We're watching Howl's Moving Castle and you're liking it".

"I do like it" he chuckled, going back to rest on your chest. 

"Good," you nodded as you pressed play. 

"You know, you're very defensive when it comes to Studio Ghibli" Hyunjin taunted.

You laughed under your breath, earning a small laugh from him as he felt your chest shake underneath him. "I just love their movies so much".

"I can see that," he smiled. "Although I can't tell whether you like Howl's Moving Castle for the plot or for Howl, like every other screaming girl".

Your mouth opened in full offense, shoving him off by his shoulders and having him giggle at the sight of you. "You take that back now".

"Am I wrong, though?" he pushed it instead.

"I'd choose my next words very carefully if I were you, Hwang Hyunjin" you squinted your eyes at him. "You do look like Howl after all".

His mouth opened in what looked like a perfect 'o'. "I so do not".

"You do!" you fought back, hands digging back in his hair. "If you let your hair grow, you'd be a perfect cosplay of him".

"You're delusional now" he accused you.

"I'm not" you tauntingly stuck your tongue out.

Watching his eyes roll in amusement, you did not miss the way his smile had turned into a smirk. "Is that why you like me so much then?"

Your cheeks burned up in a second, losing your touch on his hair and looking away from him as a throaty laugh of his reached your ears. 

Good thing you had always been open about your enormous crush on him.

Before you could move on to another topic or even try to come up with a witty reply, you felt his cloudlike lips trap your bottom one in them. "You're cute" he mumbled against your mouth, pressing another chaste kiss to it.

"You've said that a lot today" you smiled, shyly.

He chuckled. "Just being honest".

"Can we watch my one and only love, Howl, now?" you teased.

Hyunjin laughed under his breath, giving you a small nod and a soft kiss before he was resting on your chest again. "Yeah, we can watch the cartoon version of me now" he agreed, casually reaching for your hand and placing it on the crown of his head. "Don't stop playing with my hair, though".

Although you had rolled your eyes at his way with words, you said nothing, finding yourself complying with his wishes and getting lost in the moment not even a minute into the movie — lost in the way Hyunjin's face pressed on your chest, lost in the way his hand dug back inside your sweater and caressed your skin just like he had asked for permission earlier that day.

Lost in the movie, and in the way your breathing was in sync with his. 

Lost in the way the warmness of his body was enough to make you feel the most at peace you had ever been.

So lost in it, that you missed the way Hyunjin had snuck his phone out of his pocket and had texted Changbin, asking, if not begging, for him to stay out of their shared place for a couple more hours so he could be alone with you.

So lost in your feelings for him and how you did not want this moment to ever end, that you managed to miss the way he, too, wanted to stay with you like this for as long as he could.

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[hers-underwraps]

｡𖦹°‧ Some of my thoughts/headcannon's for the main 6 ｡𖦹°‧⭑.

NOTE!!!! : THESE ARE SUPER OUTDATED!!! THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS AND I JUST WANTED TO CLEAR IT OUT. SO... there are some of these that are kinda old, I don't necessarily think are that relevant anymore or I've already talked about them on here at some point in time. SO I'M SO SORRY.

I really wanted to start a new list but I also felt guilty about this list just sitting here but I also didn't want to fully fix this list cause it would take a while so that's why I'm posting.

GETTING TO THE POINT, these are probably mid and you've heard them before so this won't be as good as other headcannon posts I've done. I promise I'll do better in the future

With that being said, let's get into it!

(I probably sounded like Barncales in this image typing allat and y'all probs looking at me like shellington)

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Dashi

OMG, SHE'S MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE. AHHHHH

Girlie in STEM. I don't feel like she gets the appreciation she deserves for this. Like my girl is out here building whole ass ROBOTS and people are just like yeah whatever.

I think she would've definitely had a hippie phase. She looks like the type to collect crystals. My girl could live out of a van

ALSO, she's definitely got good fitness. She's one of the more athletic of the crew members. - My girl likes her sports what can I say

She has scrapbooks for everyone on the ship. She has personal photo albums with silly selfies (and photos she's taken when they weren't looking)

She would love Sanrio and she would have a few Sanrio-themed clips (she's my melody coded to me)

I also reckon she would've weaselled it into the other crewmates. (I feel like shellington would absolutely love it)

Indian/Australian

If she was religious - Hindu

LOVES detective movies - (Her, shellington and kwazii bond over this) (Sherlock BBC?)

Over analyses everything

Let Tweak dye her hair sometimes (she would do pink skunk hair/pink highlighting)

She used to have long hair. Everyone else on board had shorter hair and eventually, she felt bad so she cut her hair shorter. It's better this way though, it's a lot less maintenance

She's up to date on anything that's trending and probably influences the other with it. (regularly uses words like demure and tweak lowkey wants to dropkick her)

Paints her nails (sometimes the other too)

SURFING PRO - she got into it when she was really young (her love of surfing definitely sparked her love of the sea)

She IS the Lofi girl - she has GOD tier music taste

Coding god helps tweak with programming the gups/ship

When she was younger, she use to troll people online and find their IP, full name, address etc. when they pissed her off (it really refined her skills)

Makes handmade bracelets (kwasi likes to join in he does a really good job )

I forced them to make a group chat so they would just be silly.

Is a legend at national seaographic (outstanding photos)

SHE WILL DO ANYTHING to get her photos, which often puts her a risk (she and kwazii are twinning) sometimes she does outdo him on the reckless scale the ray and the whale episode

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Kwazii

THE SILLY

Ok Just one thing I wanna point out, I feel like a lot of people think of him as some goofy ahh little kid. YES, he is not "as serious" as other crew members but just a reminder he is the LEUITENT. Just because his leadership style isn't oh ho ho ho, I'm macho serious doesn't mean he doesn't know how to take care of his crew or that he is a child. GROWN MEN CAN BE SILLY TOO.

I'm sorry that's just a sore spot

He lowkey reminds me of Jack Twist (I'm so sorry)

He's the second biggest yapper (only losing to shellington) he can keep everyone engaged for hours with his stories

Has a really fast reaction time

Carbeian

My boy would have a NICE tan

I reckon he could speak Spanish

Loves learning new languages with Shelligton so he can decode his ancient stories and mysteries

A very talented artist - he's really good at arts and crafts and loves hanging out with Dashi as an excuse to do it

Despite his typically "impatient" demeanour, he can lock in and do things with intricate detail (ADHD is out to get him)

Loves map-making places they've visited in his free time. (Potential for him and Min to bond?)

Loves singing sea shanties

Would sing in the shower

pretty boy

Look I know he doesn't show it but I reckon he worries about the crew just as much if not more than Barnacles

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Shellington

THE EEPY LITTLE GUY

I love my little brainiac

He reminds me of Ford Pines. I can see him in the get-up (like imagine him in the fit OOO it would look FIRE)

The biggest info dumper. He is the biggest yapper, he loves telling everyone about everything ever.

As a child, he would try to talk to anyone about his interests. I can imagine him calling people on the phone or talking to fishy's. His family would've eventually gone insane, lol.

When he's not bonkers, he's one of the more chill crew members to be around.

His sleep schedule is AWFUL, our little insomniac needs some sleep

Crewmates would come and chill with him in his lab when they couldn't sleep (they might be feeling homesick or just rattled from the week's events) because he's usually up until the wee hours. They often just sit in silence but he's happy just be a comforting presence

FATHER - he is always looking out for the others in his own little way, he has a very caring demeanour and is sometimes the more approachable one (cause he's not AS intense (EXCEPT for when he's in the zone THEN HE's INTENSE)

He LOVES to study with the others. He's erm... PRETTY STUDIOUS and he studies with all the crewmates when they're in the mood

He studies new languages with Kwasi (especially old and forgotten ones) and they will spend HOURS unpacking mysteries

My guy needs to hit the gym - he's kind of unfit (well compared to the others anyway)

THIS GUY IS BANNED FROM THE KITCHEN ( seems like the type of guy to burn a salad)

Very tall, he is the second tallest after Barnacles

Scottish AND PROUD

He also needs glasses

He is VERY accident-prone. He's spilt quote a few chemicals and given himself a few nasty burns( probs has scars from all of them). He's one of Peso's regulars. wrap him in bubble wrap istg

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Peso

OML THIS GUY'S GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK

He was SO anxious when he first started. Like he was in charge of taking care of the two most reckless lack of self-preservation guys ever. Every time they would go out on missions he would just be on edge (like omg are these two coming back ALIVE)

Because of this, I reckon he would get mad at those two (easily after bad scares (LIKE THE MANTEES EP). Like it would make him so upset he'd have outbursts - " CAN YOU PLEASE STOP BEING SO FUCKING RECKLESS ALL THE TIME. I CAN'T BRING YOU BACK FROM THE DEAD" - or something along those lines. (They would feel super bad and promise him that they would be more careful (lies))

Spanish (and can speak)

Grew up a really big family, so he finds a lot of comfort in his octo family

Even though he still gets homesick

He facetime his family every week

HE'S NOT JUST SOME TWINK- LIKE AGAIN JUST BECAUSE SOME GUY ISN'T MACHO MACHO DOESN'T MEAN THEY'RE A TWINKY LOSER RAHH

On that note - he's definitely had to improve his fitness to keep up with Kwasi and Barnacles

Sometimes he's cleaning up medbay and he thinks to himself "OMFG, I have the most accident-prone reckless crewmates ever. Honestly, man, I don't know if I can do this" - (when his whole crew got wiped from the snail episode, I know he kept his cool but like when he was alone that night he definitely just pulled a

"Guys, that was not very LIVE, laugh love of you"

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TWEAK

MY GIRL BOSS, MY QUEEN MY IDOL

She definitely has HUGE muscles from all the lifting she does

Naturally has blonde hair (I know a lot of people hc her with brown hair but I've just always personally thought blonde). She constantly dyes it - (Part of me thinks she was bullied for her blonde hair (dumb blonde type of comments) and ever since she hates it. Her natural hair is a sore subject. It used to make her insecure especially because of her field. Although she didn't let it show, the comments about her hair being "too girlie" made her despise it)

Dashi definitely helped her improve her perception of this. Being the kickass she is but also enjoying being feminine helped her get over her insecurity. (She's a little more ok with letting her roots show)

MY QUEEN IN STEM. She graduated with honours. (LIKE MY GIRL IS BUILDING ALL OF THAT, I BEEN SO PROUD OF HER)

She loves watching Matpat (sometimes watches with Shellington)

She loves playing video games

Has God tier Minecraft worlds (she could sell her build designs)

Red stone GOD

Loves wearing bandanas and headbands

She loves her crew so much, (she's worked in hostile work environments before) she loves having free rein and the support

Although she sometimes worries about what would happen to the POD without her (Barnacles knows some of the basics but...)

Camera shy (canon?) (from the volcano one?)

MY GIRL DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK.

She has very little patience and can be very blunt

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Barnacles

OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN

Definitely of Slavic descent. Russian/Ukrainian (can speak) (like I know he's British or whatever but like.... c'mon)

Uber is tall like 6ft+

He's a big guy but super fit. Bro's muscles go insane

Gives the best bear hugs (obviously)

He needs a hug oml

Like zero sense of self-preservation

Would sacrifice himself to save the world ah complex

He reminds me of Raph Rottmnt (2018)

He gets VERY homesick

LET HIM BE REAL PLEASE

I feel like he would be a psychology student if he was going to study anything. LIKE this man CARES about you. (also I reckon he would be like super in psychology he's got some stuff to unpack himself

I know he has his fear of small spaces but also I reckon he has this super duper tiny fear of being alone. He likes being around people but being alone just makes him a little uncomfortable. (when he gets uncomfortable he'll start talking to himself) but generally, he's motivated to get back to his crew that he can preserve and hide it pretty well

I feel like this guy would have his mobile phone super enlarged (like you know when you see middle-aged women and their phones are just like SUPER zoomed in) because he can't see for shit

Needs glasses (doesn't wear them) he should

Sometimes, I reckon he has his moments when he just

Like sometimes he just experiences the horrors

Sometimes he quotes his favourite movies (but they're all super old ) that he thinks are "inspirational" (life is like a box of chocolates ahhh) and the crew is just like huh?

Is an avid enjoyer and user of the minion Facebook memes

*stupid* he can roll a pretty good blunt (stoner Barnacles reference) (he would get stoned which Kwazii)

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So that's it. I hope they weren't too horrendous!

I'm working on a more refined list filled with better headcannons so I hope that will redeem this outdated list!

BYEE

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This was probably asked a lot but can we get a part 2 for Family Reunion?

YESSS FINALLY SOMEBODY HAS REQUESTED IT AGAIN🥹💗💗 I know this was requested to be up again HEAVILY so I now announce

Family Reunion Pt. 2

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language, Angst to Fluff

🥹💗🙌🏾TAG LIST: @syraxnyra @cheshirenjp @g-l-1-t-c-h-3-r @insomniacticartist

Ps. It’s 50/50 proofread😔🤘🏾💗

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3 years earlier...

“I don't care no more JD. I will really walk out of this resort and leave again if that’s what you want .” I said, grabbing my helmet from the nicely made table.”

“So much for a Family Reunion.....Hope we meet again, but on better conditions.”

That all happened 3 years ago and you haven’t spoken to your brothers ever since. You felt bad for walking out again, but you knew JD was tired of seeing you and basically still called you a mistake. They looked so happy together and they all looked so confused to see me. I knew my h/c hair looked a little pale and had started to age on me, but was I really that dierent?

All those questions were swirling in my head like a blizzard. I was trying not to let it get to my head, but it stopped when I heard a little cute and tiny voice.

“Mommy are you ok?” my daughter asked me.

“Yea im ok sweetie just a little shaken up that's all.”

I didn’t want my little rose to worry so I only told her I was just lost in thought. I knew she didn’t fully believe me because she came up to me and rubbed my cheeks.

“Don’t cry mama it’s gone be ok” she said as she smiled and rubbed her small s/c hand onto my face. My little Rosie is courageous just like her papa/mama (you can pick their gender and what type of troll they are) but unfortunately they died while Rosie was still an egg. So now I'm a single mom with an amazing kid. I would've told Rosie that she has uncles, aunts, and cousins, but I just don’t know how she will react.

“Maybe i'll tell her once she’s from school” I thought to myself

“Ok Rose go on and get ready so you can get on the bus for school hun.” I said in my sweet voice while I headed downstairs to start on our breakfast.

“Ok mama!” Rosie screamed as she made her way to her room in our two story pod.

It has been 15 minutes and now me and Rosie are currently eating our pancakes/waes, bacon, and assorted fruits, until we hear a knock.

“I'll get it mama!” Rosie said as she took o from the table. All I did was mumble an ok as I started to finish up my food and get on washing our dishes. I knew Rosie was on her way back when I heard her little quick-paced pitters of her little feet running back to the dining room. “Mama It’s a letter in gold” Rosie said astonished at the elegant and gold adorned letter. “Let me see, Rose” I say as I puzzledly grabbed the letter and started to open it. “It’s a letter from the Queen of Pop?!” I say in a confused but excited tone. “What would she want with me? I haven’t even spoken or seen her before” I say more confused as I try to put two and two together. “It says to come to her palace pod tomorrow with a suitcase with at least 4 days worth of clothes.” “Mama, are we gonna go?” Rosie asked me as she jumped up and down excited to see a queen in person.” I don’t know hun, but we need to hurry up if you’re trying to go to school” I say in a hurried tone as I tried to rush her outside to get on the bus. Right when we stepped outside the bus pulled up. “Bye babyyyy!” I yelled at her while she got on the bus “Bye mamaaaa!” Rosie yells back before she gets on and takes a seat.

“Now that she’s on the bus let’s go get sum errands done” I thought aloud.

(TIME SKIP)

“I finally have the pod clean and some groceries in the fridge so now time for a little relaxation.” While I was planning on fixing a little movie day for myself I suddenly saw the flash of gold in the corner of my eye. “Oh yea the letter” I thought. I gathered my snacks, started the movie and picked up the letter to inspect it further. “Why does the Queen want me?” “I hope I haven’t broken any royal law or something that I didn’t know about.”

Before I could continue my thinking session, I look over to the time and see that it’s around the time Rosie should be getting home. “Guess I might as well head outside” I say aloud to myself. As I opened the door I saw my little girl running towards me with a big smile and excited to see me again. “How was school hun, Are you hungry?” I asked her as i'm ready to prepare her some fresh blueberries and strawberries as a treat. “Yes momma I am and school was sooo fun.” She told me as she grabbed her bowl full of fruit and went to sit on the couch.

“Momma have you decided yet?” Rosie asked me as she suddenly appeared beside me to put her bowl in the sink. “How- Huh- When- Anyways what are you talking about baby?” I asked slightly surprised at how fast she finished her fruit AND how fast she showed up beside me.

“I’m talking about the letter momma.” Rosie said as she tilted her head. “Are we going to see the pretty Queen tomorrow?” I didn’t want to ruin her spirit, so I said yea and watched as she dragged me to her room to pack.

TIME SKIP TO THE MORNING (Sorry yall)

“Wake up hun we have to get ready to go over to the palace.” I shook Rosie so she could get ready. “Ok mama” Rosie said as she got ready.

After we got ready we started to head towards the palace

“Do you think she will let me wear one of her crowns, mama?” Rosie asked me as she daydreamed of the once-in-a-lifetime request. “I don’t know, baby, but are you excited?” I said as I let my little excitement show. “OF COURSE I AM!!” She screamed as she ran further ahead to the Queen’s pod. All I did was chuckle and hurried to catch up to her.

Once we finally made it to the palace, we were greeted by some guard trolls. “Ahhh Miss Y/N, The Queen is waiting for you inside. Would you like me to escort you?” The slight green guard asked me. They seemed to be a little taken back to seeing a child with me, but they decided to ignore it. “Of course, I would love that.” I said as I let them lead me into the huge pod.

Knock Knock Knock

“Your Majesty, Ms. Y/N is here, just as you requested.”

The guard said as she led us into a bright room where the Queen and some of her guards sat. “OMG it is sooo nice to finally meet you. Well oofficially meet if you really think about it.” The Queen said as she ran up to me.

“Awwww and I see you’ve brought a little guest with you too.” The queen said as she smiled giddily like a kid. “Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you too and this is my daughter, Rosie.” I said as I watched as Rosie grow excited and nervous little by little. “Oh I didn’t know Branch had a niece and please just call me Poppy.” “Wait- You know my brother?” I asked Poppy as she looked at me in disbelief. “Um- yea Branch is my boyfriend”

“Wait- so how do you know ME? And why did you send me a letter to bring extra clothes?” I was confused and perplexed as to why THE Pop Queen wants me and how she knows that I was related to Branch. Branch didn’t even know about me and yet she still found me. “Mama who’s Branch?” Rosie asked me as she heard me ask Poppy how she knew my brother. “Honey I’ll tell you later, but right now me and Queen Poppy have to have a very serious conversation” “Ok mama” She said as she went to mess with one of the female guards.

“Look, I hope I'm not coming of disrespectful or anything, but please tell me why you need me.” I looked at Poppy desperately for an answer. “Branch wanted to see you and wanted to finally meet you and he wanted you to be in his life again.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and only nodded and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. My little brother wanted to finally meet me. “I know it was weird to get a letter from the palace, but I really wanted to surprise Branch with his Older sister that he has never met before, except for that time you came to Bruce’s diner and surprised us all.” She rambled on and on, but you stopped her before she could continue. “Poppy- it’s ok and I'm glad Branch wants to see me.” I said as I watched a small smile formed on her face. “Looks like we’re right on time” Poppy says as she hears a few knocks from the gigantic doors.

She looked towards the enterance me and Rosie came through. Right then I couldn’t do anything, but stare at him.

He was a tall dull blue troll with blackish/dark bluish hair. “Branch?” I said as I felt the tears fall o my face. He looked just as shocked as I was. “Y/N...”

Before he could finish I ran and gave him the biggest hug in the world. I felt my shoulder getting damper by the second from his own tears, but I didn’t mind at all. “Oh spirits! It’s so nice to finally and properly see my baby brother besides having to stare at a blue decorated egg.” I said pulling away from him and moving his face around like he was a tiny little kid. (Kinda like what Clay did in the movie) “WHAT!” A loud scream was heard in the corner. Coming up to Branch was your daughter with a hung open mouth. “MOMMY HAS A BROTHER?!” Rosie screamed as she looked between you and her uncle. “Yes hunny I do” I laughed at my daughter's confusion. “Wait, you have a daughter?” Branch asked me as if he couldn't believe that he was an uncle to other kids besides Bruce’s. “Yes I do and Her name is Rosie.” I said as I looked at Branch’s face from my daughter’s name being named after our late grandma. “That was nice of you” He said to me before excusing himself to go talk to Poppy.

“GUESS WHO’S BACK” a loud deep yell was heard. “Ahh Fuck” I said out loud without realising.

Once I said that you could’ve heard a penny hitting the floor.

“Um surprise” Poppy said as she looked between me and JD and the tension in the air. “Um Rosie how about you go with Aunt Poppy and Uncle Branch while me and you Uncle JD talk.” She was stunned AGAIN for me dropping ANOTHER secret uncle onto her. Before she could go and bombard us with questions she was pulled out of the room with Branch and Poppy. I didn’t notice my other brothers being in the room with us too until I saw them backing out of the room also.

“Why are you here?” JD asked me, crossing his scarred arms and raising one eyebrow. “I was invited by Poppy. She helped me and Branch properly meet each other.” I waited for him to say some dumb crap about me, but it never came. I was ready to walk out of the room, but slight hiccups and snies were heard from the older man that was across from me. “What the-” “I'm so sorry Y/N. I never meant for you to leave. I was to caught up with trying to hit the family harmony and I totally fucked it up.”

HE was apologizing....

After so long..

I didn’t know how to feel and I only stared at him with a mix of shock and disbelief. “It’s hard being the oldest and ever since mom and dad left, It’s just been me. I shouldn’t have lashed out on you. You were never the problem, but when you left the pod when we were younger, it had done something to me and had made me live with regret ever since.” He meant every word, as his eyes started to become bloodshot from the constant streams of salty streaks running down his eyes.

“I get if you don’t want to speak to me ever again bu-”

It went silent…..

Jd was being embraced. You felt like everything was complete. He finally apologized and wanted to make things better. “I forgive you.” You said with tears in your eyes. “Thank you” was all he could muster up as he held onto you like his life depended on it. Everything was great until the door was busted wide open by one particular person. “BROZONE ARE MY UNCLES! AND MY AUNT IS THE FREAKING QUEEN!” Rosie said as she ran to me as if I said no more candy forever. Clay and the rest of them walked into the room ready to ask questions and hang out and I couldn’t wait to tell them everything “Guess the Family Reunion did happen again” I said as I looked at JD. “And on better conditions like you said”.

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED AND IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YALL WAIT WEEKS FOR THIS STORY😔I NEED TO DO BETTER BUT I HOPE YALL ARE SATISFIED

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Do you think if Edward (2022) had at least one friend in his life he would’ve turned out better

I talk about mental health, self-admitting into mental health facilities, and general heavy financial-struggles-relating-to-mental-health-struggles things ahead so if those topics are upsetting, I'd avoid!!!

I know I say this a lot but this is a Tough question. I'm leaning towards no, he needed more than a sympathetic ear and supportive friend to fix the issues he was struggling with. He needed RESOURCES. Ofc we must be hesitant when diagnosing fictional characters with Specific disorders that we aren't 100% sure they have, but it's safe to say he struggles with mental health severely and needed Frequent psychiatric care in the state we see him in the Movie. BARE MINIMUM I think if all that was different was Edward had the ability to self-admit into a GOOD AND ETHICAL mental health facility when he was having his especially severe episodes without repercussions for missing work, he would've been better off. These things are about piles, and how many things get added onto the piles. Don't have time to see a psychiatrist, and even if he did, too expensive. Even if he could see the psychiatrist, medication is also expensive, and it's WORSE to start medication, actually start to feel better, and then have to "skip" doses when you're low on money because then you're just causing your body more chemical turmoil. He would NEVER self-admit in Gotham. I don't even think if he left Gotham, he would immediately feel safe self-admitting into ANY medical facility. I don't think he sees Doctors. This is someone who isn't just sad and needs a buddy, he needs a LOT of assistance.

Would Edward have needed these resources forever? I don't think so, I think much of what he was struggling with could have and still can be processed in a healthy manner that leads to him living a less distressing life. For the sake of the question, I'm imagining we're talking about like, Issue One of Riddler: Year One to give him the best chance in his adult life, and I just don't know if a friend or even group of friends would have been able to help him unless they also provided financial assistance, which I'm just not entirely sure he'd take because he'd see it as like - some Cosmically Insulting Levels of Pity that his friends, who would likely be poorer Gothamites as well, would feel the need to fund his medical care.

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Anti-hero ;; Peter Hayes

pairing: Peter Hayes x GN!Reader

summary: Peter Hayes is exhausted of seeing his girlfriend, the only good thing in his life, always rooting for the anti-hero.

warnings: enemies (brief) to lovers, a little angst mixed with fluff, Peter thinks he's undeserving of love, deviation from canon, Evelyn is a manipulative bitch, more book-based than movie-based.

word count: approximately 4.1k.

a/n: Hi! I'm so excited to be publishing my first one-shot here on Tumblr. This one has kinda been sitting in my drafts for a couple of months. never actually saw the movies, I just read the books, but I really liked the way his redemption arc was handled, and I found myself imagining how different it would've been if he had someone who loved him by his side.

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser

Midnights become my afternoons

Peter couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because he was uneasy on his new surroundings. Maybe it was the fact that everyone in the Bureau of Genetic Welfare knew the terrible things that he'd done, all the sins he committed back in Chicago, and hated him for it. Maybe it was the fact that almost all of his traveling companions hated his guts. Maybe it was all of those combined.

Despite of the cause of the problem, Peter found himself sitting near the peculiar fountain at the center of the Bureau's headquarters. His gaze was fixed on the letter he held delicately in his hand, his eyes not moving away from the swooping, sloping cursive letters. Your handwritting.

Your letter was the only thing he brought with him when he joined Tris and her friends on their quest to explore the world beyond the city's limits. You had written it back when he was serving Jeanine Matthew's and holding Tris and Tobias captive. You had been trying to free the two of them from Jeanine's villainous clutches, while at the same time trying to save Peter from succumbing into his own darkness.

In midnights like that, as Peter read your letter over and over again, he thought he didn't deserve you. You two had met back when you were still initiates at Dauntless - you had left Erudite, along with your good friend Will, while Peter had left his family behind in Candor.

You didn't have the best of starts, he had to admit. You grew up in a very toxic environment, where you had to excel at every single thing that you did in order to receive even the minimum amount of love and approval from your parents. He, on the contrary, was raised by a very loving family, but he simply craved to be the best at everything.

So, when training started and you both competed for the best pontuation in every activity, Peter wasn't exactly thrilled. And neither were you. Hatred started blossoming within the two of you like a rose full of thorns, your frustration towards each other close to the exploding point.

You were a very kind-hearted person, as Peter noticed early in your rivalry. You quickly became friends with Tris, Christina, and even Al. The fact that he seemed to bully Tris the most, since she was transfered from Abnegation, only added fuel to the fire that was your loathe for Peter Hayes.

However, with time, Peter caught himself noticing every little thing you did. He caught notice of how his heart would flutter - but only a little - whenever he saw you helping out your friends, either with training tasks or just normal day-to-day things.

He realized how his gaze would linger on you when you weren't looking, how he couldn't help the way his lips curled up whenever he saw your name placed high on the scoreboard. Hell, he didn't even mind if you scored better than him. Not anymore.

Turned out, the line between love and hate truly was thin. He tried to swallow his feelings, because he was aware of how awful he had been to you and your friends. He was sure you'd never like him back; he would never stand a chance with a good person like you.

It was in the middle of the second stage of initiation that you realized how your banter actually amused you. How Peter's snarky comments would bring a genuine smile to your face, and his absence left you feeling empty. You knew you shouldn't feel that way; he was incredibly mean to your friends, especially Tris, but you couldn't help how you felt.

There was one night in particular that changed everything. You couldn't sleep, so you sat on your bed. Your eyes were immediately pulled towards Peter's bed across the room, where the boy himself tossed and turned, similarly unable to sleep.

You put your shoes on before approaching his bed. “Hey, do you wanna take a walk? I can't sleep. It seems like you can't, either. We could just walk in silence... I just want some company.” You whispered.

He was quick to accept your offer, much to your surprise. In a few moments you were both crossing the transferred initiates' dorm. You cast a look upon Drew and Al's empty beds, but payed it no mind as you and Peter sneaked off onto the dark hallways of the Dauntless headquarters.

"So..." Peter started the conversation, to your delight. "Do you usually have the urge to sneak off the dorms and go on walks with your arch-nemesis in the middle of the night?"

His words made you chuckle. "No. Only you, I suppose." You teased. If the hallways weren't dipped into darkness, you would've been able to see the faint blush rushing to his cheeks due to your comment.

After that, you pretty much talked about everything. About your life before Dauntless, about the families you left behind, about your hopes and fears for the future. You were amazed by how funny, vulnerable and good he could be once he let his walls down. So, when he leaned in to kiss you right as you were telling him about the painted ceiling of your old bedroom back home, you didn't really opose to it.

You decided to keep your relationship secret, at least for a little while. You knew your friends wouldn't be too thrilled with the idea of you dating Peter Hayes.

Especially because, as you'd find out the next morning, Drew and Al had sexually harassed Tris, and also tried to kill her, on that very same night. You couldn't believe your own ears; how could Al, such a sweet boy, do that to his own friend?

It became pretty clear to you that Tris was convinced Drew was only doing Peter's bidding, and Al just came along for the ride. You knew that wasn't true - you noticed the disgusted glint in Peter's eyes when he found out what his alleged friend had done. But there was no way you could change Tris' mind.

Your relationship was filled with discreet, longing glances across the room at lunch, dates in the middle of the night and little notes left in your pockets, telling you how beautiful you looked and how much he missed you. Peter even stopped coming after Tris and the rest of your friends; he couldn't do that to you.

Being with you made him want to be a better person, made him want to fight the darkness within him so he could be the man you deserved.

You were so excited when you passed the initiation in third place - Tris was first and Peter was, obviously, second - that you hugged him without even thinking, in front of everyone, and he was so thrilled that you were willing to be seen with him that he didn't really mind.

Your friends inquired you about your relationship with him after that, about his intentions. Yes, they had noticed Peter's sudden shift in behaviour after you began dating, but that didn't erase all the horrible things he did before.

After you explained everything, you could see the glint of forgiveness in Tris' eyes. She was very happy that you found love, even if it was with him, and the rest or your friends soon followed in her steps and congratulated you.

That was the night you exchanged your first 'I love you's. As fate would have it, that night would also be remembered by History as the night Chicago's experiment turned into a massacre.

When my depression works the graveyard shift

All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

Peter closed his eyes, his hold on the letter only tightening slightly as he recalled the events of that fateful night. He remembered being confused as he saw everyone, including a very clumsy Tris, march out of the dorms with soldier like movements.

However, the image that would stick to his brain whenever he remembered that night would be of your soulless eyes looking past him as if he didn't even exist.

The following hours were a bit hazy in his mind. Peter had no idea what was happening, why all of his colleagues were leaving the premises heavily armed, looking like mindless puppets.

But when one of the Dauntless highest class members approached him and told him to guard the halls of the headquarters, it became pretty clear to him that he would be dead if he didn't oblige. And then he would never see you again.

As he roamed the halls, holding his gun tightly with both hands, his mind drifted towards you. He was afraid of so many things. He was afraid of how the city would be once it was all over. He was afraid of getting shot, of being unable to live to see another day.

And yet, his biggest fear was that you would be hurt. He feared that you would be killed, that you'd be another body lying still in the streets full of corpses, mostly from Abnegation.

He didn't know when he would see you again, if he would see you again. The fear and the anxiety of not knowing anything clawed at his insides, begging him to do something other than comply to the enemies' orders. But he couldn't act on his impulses, not without a good plan. So he waited.

When Tris marched into the Dauntless corridors with Caleb, Marcus, and her father, Peter couldn't be more relieved. Maybe she knew where you were, if you were safe.

That relief quickly evaporated once Tris, under the impression that Peter had gladly and willingly allied himself with the enemy, shot him in the arm and dragged him at gunpoint towards the simulation control room, where Four was operating under the influence of the divergent serum.

Peter wasn't too happy to be following Tris and Four to the Amity compound, but he did need to get his wound taken care of. Although all of that was forgotten once he saw you, alive and well, standing next to Johanna Reyes, the leader of the Amity section.

He ran towards you, enveloping you in the tightest hug he could muster. His bullet wound was hurting like hell, yes, but the feeling of you in his arms, again? Nothing could beat it. So, when you felt your neck get wet from the desperate tears running down his face, you only placed a kiss to his temple and stroke the back of his head. He was finally in your arms again. He was finally home.

Your reunion, although emotional, was short lived. Soon the Erudite and the Dauntless traitors invaded the Amity headquarters in order to arrest the Divergents and you parted ways once more - while you had managed to escape with Tris, Four, Caleb and Susan, Peter and Marcus remained behind.

You were devastated. How cruel fate was, to bring you together only to pull you apart, over and over again. You didn't even know if he was alive. Therefore, when you arrived at the Factionless sector, you felt like a big piece of you was missing.

Peter, on the other hand, had nowhere to go after his near encounter with death. He didn't know where you were, nor did he have any friend that he could track down. His only choice was to go back to the Erudite section and beg Jeanine Matthew's to trust him.

He could barely mask his disgust of the spineless woman, but little by little he gained her trust. She thought she could take advantage of his poor little soul, that he was alone in this world with no one else to trust. Oh, how wrong she was.

It was only when Tris surrended to the Erudite and was held captive in their headquarters that you caught wind of Peter's stay in the Erudite headquarters.

You wrote him a letter, the letter he held in his very hands right now, begging him to come home. To save Tris and Tobias, to betray the cruel Jeanine and to come back to you.

And so he mustered a plan. With Cara's help he switched the death serum with a paralytic one, saving Tris from execution and successfully escaping with her and Four. The proud look in your eyes when the three joined you in the Abnegation factor was one he'd never forget. In that moment, he felt invencible.

He felt like he could beat the voice within him that implored for him to succumb to darkness. He felt like he could, finally, be deserving of you.

I should not be left to my own devices

They come with prices and vices

I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)

Peter didn't want you to come with them to the city's limits at first. Only God knew what they would find beyond them, what the world would be like outside of the chaotic Chicago.

But you had been separated so many times before that you couldn't even bare the thought of being left behind in the messed up city while he walked towards the unknown. What would you do if he never returned? If he died, or if he simply found someone else and decided to abandon you?

Therefore you insisted upon going. You wanted to be there for him, for your friends, no matter what was waiting for all of you on the other side of the rusty old train tracks that marked the end of your city, of your whole world. Up until now.

Whatever your group was hoping to find on this expedition, it surely wasn't this. It wasn't the Bureau of Genetic Welfare waiting for you. It wasn't the revelation that all of you, except Tris and maybe Four, were genetically damaged and were isolated from the world with the sole purpose of healing.

It wasn't the knowledge that the government had been watching your actions the entire time, not doing anything while the inhabitants of Chicago killed each other by Jeanine's command.

On nights like this, when he couldn't sleep, Peter could feel the anger overtaking his body. How dare the Bureau stand by watching while multiple lives were being destroyed? How dare they call them damaged and lock them up on the city, disconnecting them from the whole world?

How dare they sit and observe his entire life, completing riping him of his privacy? The privacy of his first kiss, the privacy of his mourning for his fellow classmates and strangers that were murdered in cold blood.

That's why he always brought your letter with him on his late night walks. Your written words soothe him, strip him from his fury towards the Bureau, towards the world.

He can feel his eyes starting to close, sleep slowly dominating his body, so he promptly returns to the dorms. He can feel a smile forming on his lips as he finds you peacefully asleep in your bed - you always looked cute when you slept. Peter carefully slid under the cover next to you, leaning his body against yours. You were his anchor, his home, and he couldn't wish for more.

You woke up at the first signs of dawn, when the sun rays emerged through the windows. A sleepy smile formed on your lips once you took notice of Peter's arms around your waist. You turn around in his arms, planting a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose before carefully getting up. You did your best not to wake him, knowing he was probably tired from his nightly walk.

Despite his best efforts to conceal his angry thoughts from you, you knew what was going on in his head. You knew he resented what you discovered outside the city you've known your whole life. You knew he felt betrayed - of course he did, and so did the rest of you.

And you knew all his wrath was keeping him up at night. You desperately wanted to help him, to comfort him, but you decided it was better to give him some space. You waited patiently for him to come to you, to vent about your current situation. But he never did.

You noticed curiously how Uriah's bed was neatly arranged, despite it being very early. Christina's bed was also empty, you realized. You knew they were getting close lately, a little too close to be just 'friends', and you were very happy for them. After all they went through, with Christina losing Will and Uriah losing Marlene, they deserved to find love again.

You left the provisorial dorms provided to you and your friends by the Bureau while you decided whether you wanted to stay in the facilities or return to Chicago.

You made your way to the cafeteria, humming to whatever song was playing on the Bureau's radio, praying that Peter was finally resting well.

I wake up screaming from dreaming

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

And life will lose all its meaning

For the last time

A few hours later, you were making your way back to the dorms when you heard a guttural scream that sounded a lot like Peter echoing through the room. You rushed towards his bed; luckily enough, everyone was already up and wandering, so it was only the two of you.

“Pete, love, wake up.” You said lovingly as you gently shook his trembling frame. Once his eyes opened and you could see how glossy they were, a few tears already escaping and cascading down his face, your heart broke in two. “It was just a nightmare, everything is okay. I'm right here.”

Your presence seemed to calm him slightly, but flashes from his nightmare kept plaguing his mind. Deep down, he knew it was only a manifestation of his fear; but it felt so real... Your figure, lying lifeless and cold on the ground, seemed so real to him.

He knew his life would lose all its meaning if you weren't in it. Before you, he was ruthless. He was cruel. The only thing he was interested in was coming in first place in everything, even if he had to push people down to get there.

After you... Well, he was a whole different person. You saved him without even knowing he needed to be saved. You made him want to be better, want to be kind. Without you, he was absolutely sure he would be lost.

He couldn't even bare the thought of you leaving him, it was way too painful. But the thought of you dying in his arms while he was completely helpless? That fucking broke his heart, shattered it into a million little pieces.

“Promise me you'll never leave me.” He requested, his voice trembling as you gently wiped away the tears that continued to roll down his cheek. “Please, that's the only thing I'm asking.”

You sat down next to him on the small bed and he immediately threw himself into your open arms, your caresses on his brown curls soothing him. “I know you're afraid of what might happen while we're here, or if we go back to the city. But believe in one thing, I won't go away. Even if I died, I'd come back to haunt your ass.”

Your words made him chuckle, feeling alright for the first time in what felt like forever. Your reassurance melted his heart and he pulled you down so you were lying next to him, snuggling his body closer to yours and letting you rest your head on his chest.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me

At tea time, everybody agrees

It had been a few weeks since Peter's nightmare and things were slowly starting to get better. You often woke up in the middle of the night and found Peter sleeping next to you, his chest slowly rising up and down.

Despite how calm everything around you seemed, you sensed something coming, something big. And, in an apparently random thursday, that something did indeed arrive.

You were outside of the Bureau, training with Tris and Four to keep your combat skills in good shape, while Peter was in the dorm getting dressed after awaking from a well-deserved nap.

As he tied the laces of his black combat boots, a loud ring echoed through his mind, interrupting his actions. His head was throbbing, sending shockwaves of pain through his body, and he sat back down on his bed.

That's when he'd heard it. “Hey, Peter. Guess who finally found you? " Evelyn's voice rang to his head, and his eyes widened.

Shit, he thought, as he recalled the Dauntless graduation day, when Eric had injected the serum on all of the initiates. His hadn't been activated on the night of the massacre, it was true, but he still had it flowing through his veins, and Evelyn could've easily found a way to activate it, or at least to communicate with him through it.

"Didn't know you had the guts to run away, Hayes. It must be exhausting having to live with people who hate you. " Evelyn spoke once more.

“Shut up!" Peter yelled out loud in response. "You don't know anything about me!"

"Sure I do." Evelyn replied. "I know your little girlfriend is with you. It would be a shame if she was suddenly attacked out there by one of my soldiers, wouldn't it?"

Peter took a deep breath, trying to calm his speeding heart and his growing nerves. Tightly closing his trembling hand in a fist, he muttered. "You wouldn't dare."

"Do you really think I wouldn't?" She questioned, but continued before he even had time to answer. "What if we made a deal? You do one little thing for me and I won't kill your girlfriend. How does that sound?"

He thought carefully about his next move. The last thing he wanted was to be under that evil woman's command. But, then again, he couldn't risk losing you. "What do I have to do?" Peter asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Peter's gun pointed forward towards an all-familiar enemy - Tris -, hands shaking in fear, an aching regret spreading rapidly through his chest like a burning fire.

He doesn't want to do this at all, but it's what's expected of him. It's what Evelyn expects of him, to be a good little puppet. It's what everyone expects of him, to be a villain, to betray the hero in the end. But not you.

No, you don't see him as the villain, like everyone else. If anything, you see him as a hero in his own way. An anti-hero of sorts.

A salty tear slides down his face at the thought of you; what would you say if you saw him like this? Would you be angered by his actions? Would you be disappointed? Would you leave him, like everyone else?

He didn't notice as you walked into the room, your doe eyes falling upon his figure. Your heart started beating faster, but not by anger or fear of him. No, you feared for him.

You feared he would do something he'd regret. You feared the guilt that would soon after invade his brain, filling him with melancholia. But above all else, you feared what would happen if he didn't press the trigger, you feared your friends' reaction.

So you rushed towards him and hugged him from behind. He didn't need to turn around to see it was you. Every bone, every fiber in his body recognized your scent, your embrace.

“You don't need to do this.” You whispered in his ear, tightening your hold on him to remind him that you would always be there.

And so he let go of all the cruel expectations and the ridiculous anger that were sewed into his soul from the moment he was born. With a loud bang, his pistol fell to the marble floor, and he turned around only to bury himself in your embrace.

In front of you, Tris sighed in relief, her face twisting into a somewhat empathic expression. On her left side, Four visibly relaxed, his hands moving to rest on her shoulders.

Peter hadn't realized it, but more tears were now cascading down his face, loud sobs escaping his lips as one of your hands caressed his hair.

“Everything's okay. You're okay.” You muttered. And, for the first time in his life, he believed it. He didn't give a shit about Evelyn or her threats anymore; as long as you were with him, he would always protect you.