#probably will do a secon part

[heguanshan]

Little Mo’s ass appreciation post 😔✊💖

[waywardsalt]

they shouldve put bellum in ssbu as a spirit. come on

[juniestar]

Oh my god one last thing my ex took me to outside lands and when we tried to watch lana del rey he laid down on the grass and had a “panic attack” (this was after months of him talking about how he didn’t like her) so we went to see foo fighters after a bit and he was FINE

[fingertipsmp3]

This place I applied for a job at keeps emailing me (automatic emails not a real human being) asking why I haven’t done the tests they asked me to do and I don’t know how to explain to them it’s because their tests feel like psychological warfare

[sluttywonwoo]

no nut november — felix (loser #6)

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, special guest appearance, jealousy, smut (18+), fwb, protected sex, hard(ish) dom!felix, spit kink, choking, multiple orgasms, orgasm control

a/n: part of @gimmeurtmi and i’s collab <3

word count: 3.6k

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No one had expected Felix to last this long, least of all Felix himself. When he woke up to Chan’s text saying he lost, he almost couldn’t believe it. Bang Chan was one of the most competitive members of the group. He honestly thought Chris would have had a little more control. 

But Chan’s loss left Felix in the final three, which felt like a big deal. Felix considers himself to be competitive as well, even though he isn’t particularly good at games. He isn’t particularly good at not cumming either, so it’s a miracle that he hasn’t yet. He hadn’t put much stake in the bet at the beginning since he didn’t think he had any chance at winning, anyway, but as more members dropped out and the finish line crept closer, he began to take it more seriously.

He’d even been so careless to have tried to have sex with you at the beginning of the month, convincing himself he could last through it, before pulling out a couple minutes in with a frantic “no no no no no!” 

Felix hasn’t taken any risks since then. 

You’ve been completely understanding about it, to his relief, and haven’t stopped hanging out with him even though you know you won’t be getting laid like you usually would. That type of behavior is obviously expected from a girlfriend, but you’re not his girlfriend even though he treats you like one and talks about you to the guys as if you are. They all know it’s not official and if Felix refers to you as “his girl” without actually making you his girl one more time, he’s convinced Chan’s gonna slap him. He’d deserve it, to be fair. He’s a coward and he knows it. 

You’re not dating, you’re simply friends with benefits and he likes it like that- at least that’s what he tells himself. It takes the pressure off. Even though you’re not exclusive, he’s not fucking anyone else. You are kind of his person in his mind but he would never admit that out loud. He loves spending time with you and going on dates with you and waking up next to you, but at the end of the day he’s a bit of a commitmentphobe. So what if it’s a shitty excuse? He just doesn’t want to fuck up what you guys have going on and lose you completely. Maybe one day he’ll get the balls to have that talk with you, but for now he’s content with the dynamic you already have, that is until the last week of November.

The end of the month is just around the corner and victory is so close he can taste it. He’s been doing so well, resisting the urge to touch you whenever he’s near you. You’re over a lot these days, which he loves but also hates because of how hard you make everything, literally. 

 You’re in his bed today, dangerous territory already, but Minho and Seungmin were occupying the living space so you had no choice but to hang out in his room. Somehow you’d ended up tangled together beneath his sheets, making out and desperately grabbing at each other. Felix feels you grind into him, feels himself getting harder in response, and realizes he won’t be able to stop if you keep going like this. He’s so tempted to just say fuck it and throw caution to the wind, but he’s so close to winning that he knows he’ll never forgive himself if he gives in now.

Felix forces himself to pull back, breaking the kiss. “We should... probably stop,” he says breathlessly, hating himself for ruining the mood.

You take a moment to process and then push yourself away from him, nodding. “Oh, right. I totally forgot about the bet, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to- that I haven’t been able to you know.”

“Lix, how many times have I told you it’s not a big deal?”

“It’s not fair to you, though. I hate leaving you hanging when you’re horny.” And you seem really horny. You were all up on Felix a few seconds ago, already whimpering into his mouth and tugging at the buttons on his shirt.

You scoff. “It’s not like I’m going to die if I don’t get some dick in the next hour.”

“You’re all worked up now, though, and-” 

“I promise you, Felix, it’s fine. I’ll just call Wooyoung to pick me up in like thirty minutes.”

Felix nods before he processes what you’ve said, then it clicks and he whips his head back up to look at you. “Wooyoung? Jung Wooyoung?”

“Mhm.”

“Why would he pick you up when I can just take you back home myself-”

“Lix, he wouldn’t be taking me home...” you trail off a little uncomfortably. 

“What, are you guys like fucking or something?”

It’s supposed to be a joke, a suggestion so outlandish that it would break the tension but you don’t laugh. Felix panics. 

“Wait, seriously?”

You sit up and cross your arms over your chest. “I mean, not as often as you and I but yeah... we hang out sometimes.”

“And by ‘hang out’, you mean his dick hangs out inside of you?”

“Lee Felix!”

“Sorry! It’s just... this is news to me, that’s all.”

That’s not all, and Felix is afraid you can see right through him but he tries to brush it off anyway. 

“Are you okay?” you ask tentatively, reaching for him. 

He jerks away from you out of instinct and immediately regrets it. This is not a good look for him and he knows it. He huffs out a breath and takes your hand in apology, squeezing in reassurance. 

“Lix... is this going to be a problem?”

“N-no, no it won’t be,” he lies. “Just, will you stay a little longer tonight?”

You soften. “Yeah, of course.”

Felix shifts on the bed and pulls you in close, playing with your hair as you nestle yourself into his side. He thinks back to the last time he saw Wooyoung. It was at some stupid after party for The Fact Awards, just over a month ago. You were Felix’s date, he’d gone to get you both a flute of champagne from the table of refreshments, and when he came back, you were in the middle of conversation with Wooyoung. 

Felix didn’t even know you knew each other. If he had, he would have invited you to more of their Strayteez hangouts- any excuse to spend more time with you, honestly. 

He approached the two of you and presented you with your drink, placing his newly free hand on the small of your back as he sipped from his glass. 

“Felix!” Wooyoung exclaimed and pulled the younger man in for a hug. Felix nearly spilled his champagne down Wooyoung’s back but managed to hold it just out of the way so that only a little bit splashed out onto the floor. 

When Wooyoung finally released him, Felix looked between the two of you, trying to connect the dots. 

“So how do you guys know each other?” he asked. 

You just exchanged looks with Wooyoung and chuckled awkwardly, something Felix hadn’t caught on to at the time.

 He feels like an idiot looking back on it. Wooyoung had known this whole time that they were both sleeping with you and never thought to mention it. It was technically none of Felix’s business, but he couldn’t help feeling betrayed by his friend. And Changbin! He was even better friends with Wooyoung than Felix was. He had to have known you were hooking up and also managed to neglect sharing that important piece of information. He would be having words with that man whenever you left and he got back from his girlfriend’s house. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” you whisper all of the sudden, breaking the silence. “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I know you can be sensitive about these things so-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Felix blurts out. 

“But-”

“We’re not exclusive or anything and we agreed on that. As long as you’re being safe with him...”

You nod. “You don’t have to worry about that. We use condoms, just like us. No one’s getting an STI.”

Felix hums thoughtfully. He’s honestly relieved that you aren’t letting Wooyoung fuck you raw, not because he’s worried about protection even though that is a concern, but moreso because it would imply you like him more or you’re more serious about him than you are about Felix. It’s a petty victory but a victory nonetheless. 

He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of having you close. It’s not a very ‘friends with benefits’ thing to do so he hopes you don’t mind, but you don’t move away from him which he takes as a good sign.

“Don’t go to his place tonight,” Felix murmurs into your hair. “Let- let me take care of you instead.”

You stiffen in his arms. “But... the bet.”

“I don’t fucking care,” he rasps. 

You turn a little more so that you can face him. “Felix, I’ll stay. We don’t have to have sex.”

“I want to,” he insists. “Unless you don’t?”

“No, I want to,” you assure him. 

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that?”

“Positive. I was all over you not even ten minutes ago, remember?”

Felix grins. “I remember, I remember. But things can change, you know?”

“You’re sweet,” you say, kissing the corner of his mouth like you were rewarding him for it. 

“I try.”

“So how do you want me?” you ask. 

He takes a moment to think about it. “Um, want me on top?”

“Mhm that sounds good.”

“Yeah? You like just laying there and looking pretty? Like me taking control?”

The change in his demeanor makes you whimper, stroking Felix’s ego significantly. He pushes the blankets off of your bodies and rolls on top of you, taking your chin in his hand so that he can force you to look up at him. 

You arch to kiss him but he dodges you, smirking and still holding your jaw in place. You pout and try to turn your head to the side to break out of his grasp but he manages to keep his grip, surprising you both. Felix isn’t weak, but it’s usually pretty easy for you to overpower him. When you realize you can’t this time you stop trying, relaxing back into the mattress with a sigh of annoyance.

“Look at me.”

You do, eyes wide and eager. He spreads his fingers until his thumb is resting on one of your cheeks and the rest of his fingers are splayed out across the other, squeezing your face gently to get you to open your mouth. 

“C’mon, baby. A little wider.” You obey easily and Felix spits into your mouth. “Swallow. Good girl.”

He’s quick to undress you both so that he can get his head between your legs, needing to taste you after going so long without having you on his tongue. You’re wetter than he expected and he can’t stop himself from groaning at the sight. 

“God, baby, making a mess already. Gonna have to change my sheets after this.”

His comment makes you shrink into yourself in embarrassment. “You have no one to blame but yourself for that.”

Felix grins. “I know.” 

He makes you cum with his tongue and his fingers twice, feeling a little like he has something to prove after learning that he has competition. He wants to go for another, but his cock is aching at this point and he’s worried he’ll cum his pants before he gets to fuck you if he does. 

“Still okay?” he asks, checking in. 

“Perfect,” you respond. “You’re so good at that.”

Better than him? Felix wants to ask, but he doesn’t. He’s not entirely sure he wants the answer to the question, not entirely sure he’ll believe you if you tell him what he wants to hear. 

“Are you good to keep going?”

“Yes, please fuck me already.”

Felix chuckles. “Always so impatient.”

“You would be too if you knew how good your dick is.”

He curses, dick twitching. “You always know just what to say, don’t you?”

“I try,” you parrot. 

Felix gets up on his knees and reaches over to his bedside table. He opens the first drawer and pulls out a condom, bringing the foil packet to his teeth to rip it open when you suddenly reach out to stop him. 

“Let me?” you ask. 

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead.”

He hands it to you and watches as you do the same thing he was about to. You take the condom out of the wrapper and hand the trash back to Felix. He scoffs but accepts it anyway and tosses it in the bin that was easily within your reach without complaint. 

You pull his boxers down just below his butt, just enough to get his cock out, and roll on the condom, jerking him a few times before you do. You’ve never done this for him before and it all feels very intimate. His breath catches in his throat when you touch him for the first time and he shudders. He makes himself stay very still as you work. One wrong move and he’ll cum all over your hand and ruin everything. 

He’s in awe of how careful you are with it. You gently guide the material down his length, making sure that the elastic doesn’t accidentally pinch him in the process.

“That feel okay?” you ask once it’s on all the way. 

“Mhm. Now come here.” 

He hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls, yanking you forward and making your head fall back onto the pillow. Once your body is flush with his, he positions himself and guides his cock inside of you, holding his breath yet again as his name falls from your lips in a strained whisper.

God, this was a mistake. He’s going to embarrass himself, isn’t he? Why did he think this was a good idea? Why did he let his jealousy color his judgment? It wasn’t even about the bet anymore. He already knew he wouldn’t last when he decided to fuck you. He wasn’t that naive. 

No, it was the fact that his pride was on the line and it’s taking all of his strength and willpower not to cum on the spot. It’s been weeks since he’s felt you, felt anything for that matter, obviously it was going to feel incredible. 

Felix always cums faster than he wants to when he’s with you. The (literal) grip your pussy has on him is ridiculous. Does Wooyoung have this problem? Honestly, probably. Felix likes to think that anyone in his position would struggle.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t move,” Felix pleads. “Just. Stay like that. One second.”

You start to nod before remembering what ‘don’t move’ means and then freeze in place, mild concern replacing the lust reflected in your eyes.

“I’m fine,” he grunts out and closes his eyes, willing the feeling to pass. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m s-sure.”

He can tell you don’t believe him but you don’t press any further which he’s thankful for. You wait patiently for him to recompose himself and when he finally does, he asks you if he’s good to start moving. 

“Yeah, give it to me.”

“Careful what you ask for.”

You roll your eyes and wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside of you with a smirk. Brat. 

“Behave,” he warns.

“Or what?” you challenge, raising your eyebrows. 

“Do you really want to go there?” 

You shrug indifferently. “Haven’t decided. Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”

He has to cover your mouth with his hand when he starts snapping his hips into yours, forgetting about how loud you get when you’re this worked up. 

“Baby, we’re not home alone, you have to be quiet,” he hisses, even though he’d much rather hear all your pretty sounds. 

“Feels too good,” you whine. “Fuck me harder, Lix! Please, harder...”

“Harder? Gonna break you in half if I go any harder.”

“Yes, yes, break me in half,” you sob. “It’s been so long. Missed this so much.”

“Will you be good and stay quiet for me if I give you what you want?”

You nod. “I can be good.”

“Are you lying?”

You hesitate. “Maybe.”

Felix laughs coldly and shakes his head in disbelief.

“But not because I don’t want to be good!” you protest. “I just can’t help it.”

“I know, baby,” he coos condescendingly. “Can’t even think straight when you’re so fucked out like this, isn’t that right?”

“Uh-huh.”

The change in dynamic is almost comical. Mere minutes ago, Felix could barely move without cumming, too lost in the feeling of your hot cunt to concentrate. Now, you’re the one gasping for air and clawing at his back like an animal. Even Felix is surprised by the amount of self-control he’s exerting. He’s using it to his advantage though, taking the opportunity to thoroughly ruin you like you deserve. 

Even if you’re completely silent, the sounds coming from Felix’s room are obscene and anyone that walks by would immediately know what you were up to. Seungmin or Minho had probably already texted the groupchat announcing Felix’s loss but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make you feel better than Wooyoung ever could. 

“Does he fuck you like this? Huh?” Felix is wandering into dangerous territory, he knows, but he can’t help asking. He needs to know. “Does he make you feel this good? Cum this hard?”

“No!” you cry. “No, he doesn’t!”

“Be honest,” he growls, wrapping his hand around your throat. He only applies a little pressure, just enough to make you lightheaded the way you like. 

“I am! I’m being honest, I promise.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Lix, ‘m gonna... gonna cum,” you whine. 

“Who told you you could do that?” 

Your eyes get wide at his response, bottom lip trembling. “What?”

“Who gave you permission to cum?” Felix demands. He’s right there on the edge himself so he doesn’t really know why he’s dragging it out, but he just wants to see you squirm a little more. 

Thankfully, you’re quick to adapt to the new rules. “Can I? Can I please cum? I need it, baby. Please make me cum... please tell me I can. I’m not gonna be able to stop myself if you don’t...” 

The desperation in your eyes does something for him, and knowing he can’t hold back any longer, he relents. “Go ahead. Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

He’s only halfway through the sentence when your body locks up and you scream his name, gushing around his cock. If he’d waited any longer you wouldn’t have been able to obey him. He helps you ride it out by rubbing your clit and fucking you through it, letting his own orgasm wasm over him as you’re still clenching around him. 

“Oh god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, fuck!” he groans, making a last ditch effort to stop it before it happens. But his efforts are in vain because it’s too late and he’s cumming into the condom so hard his vision whites out.

When he starts to come down, you’re still weakly rocking your hips into his, whimpering with every thrust. 

Felix winces at the oversensitivity but doesn’t stop you. With how long it’s been since he last got off it won’t be long until he’s hard again. 

“Insatiable tonight, aren’t you?” he muses. “Came three times and still want more.”

You frown and try to get yourself to stop without much success. It’s like your hips are moving on their own accord. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. Want you to be satisfied.”

“God, you’re so good to me,” you moan and wrap your arms around Felix’s neck, making his chest feel tight all of the sudden. 

“It’s what you deserve.”

He doesn’t have enough energy to hold himself up above you properly so he has you roll over onto your side so that he can slip himself inside of you and you can fuck yourself back against him that way. 

While you’re doing that, Felix feels around the bed for his phone, grabbing it when he feels it under one of his pillows. 

Like he predicted, he doesn’t even have to announce his loss because his roommates did it for him. 

Min: Felix lost

Chris: what? how do you know?

Seungmin: we heard it happening :/

Min: and we’re traumatized

Innie: thank god i wasn’t home

Felix: you guys could have LEFT. you didn’t HAVE to listen!!!! btw changbin i need to talk to you

Min: oh no not his government name. someone’s in troubleeee

Binnie: um. 0.0 should i be worried 

Felix doesn’t respond right away, wanting to make Changbin sweat a little for the trouble he’d put him through. 

He puts his phone on his bedside table so he doesn’t lose it in his bedding again and turns his attention back to you. The oversensitivity had started to bleed together with pleasure and Felix could feel his cock getting stiff again. He groans and buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. 

There was still a lot to talk about with you. He needed to address his feelings, be honest about everything. But for now...

“Round two?”

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[smallmightsupremacy]

Why we are getting a dvk3

So. The war is over now, and everything is supposed to go back to normal, right?

Wrong. I don't know about you, but this recent chapter was... a roller coaster of emotions, to say the least. We went from the highs of graduation to a mysterious new character all the way to some panels showing how Izuku isn't doing well mentally. And I have a lot of thoughts about that last point in particular. Especially for what this means for Izuku and Katsuki's relationship going forward. So, well before reading this chapter, I was a firm believer that we were going to get a dvk3. It just makes sense, right? Every pivotal moment of their relationship has been a dvk moment, so it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that the third pivotal moment of them becoming true equals would be a dvk too. Not convinced? Well, I'm going to breakdown one specific moment in this chapter and explain why this makes me even more sure that we're getting a dvk3 The moment I'm referring too is Izuku's interaction with Ochako:

We start off with Izuku looking off into the distance after hearing the words "why I wanted to become a hero" from Mawata. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume that those words were enough to make him reflect on himself and beliefs; to reflect on his own why. Why exactly did he become a hero?

Well, we already know the answer to that: to save people with a smile.

But in the final war, did Izuku actually achieve that? He doesn't seem fully convinced about that idea:

He believes that he didn't fully save Tenko, and those feelings of self-hatred, of not being good enough rose to the surface when the why of becoming a hero was brought up. Hence, his pensive expression in that first frame. Clearly Izuku's going through some turmoil right now. Self-hatred, emptiness, probably no sense of direction about where he wants to go in his life now that he's quirkless... the list goes on. So what does he decide to do about it? He approaches Ochako:

Maybe it's to talk about her moment on the UA rooftop which was referenced just before, but it doesn't seem that way. They've already talked about that moment already, why bring it up again? I mean, you could argue that it's Izuku telling her not to be so humble or embarrassed over that moment, but his reaction when she changes the direction of the conversation says otherwise:

He looks so upset, like he wanted to truly talk about his feelings with a trusted friend. The war is over. There's no need for him to control his heart again. He can finally talk about his feelings... yet he gets brushed off.

The fact that this panel of him frowning is right next to one of Ochako laughing says A LOT too It wasn't an accident that this panel of Izuku was put next to one of Ochako smiling. This was done for a reason. I think that reason is to showcase Izuku reaching a realization-- the realization that everyone is starting to move on from the war and smile again while he's stuck in a slump. I think it's in that panel, where he decides that he won't try to talk about his feelings again. If he does, then he'll bring down the mood and no one will be smiling anyone. Remember, Izuku still blames himself for the reason why his class got targeted, so he probably blames himself for them getting injured and upset from the war too. In his mind, the least he can do is keep quiet about his feelings and suffer in silence at the gain of everyone else's happiness. That being said, this is by no means an attack on Ochako's character at all. She's a great friend to Izuku- hell, that's probably the reason why he decided to go to her specifically to talk about his feelings -but I think there's a part of her that doesn't want to talk about what happened in the war either.

Even if there was, she still would've said something or shown concern if she could truly see how much the war was impacting Izuku. Instead, she misses it. She misses it because, as close as they are, she's the person from class 1A that knows Izuku second best. So that leaves only one person who can help Izuku process his feelings: the one person that knows Izuku best; the one person that will be able to see through his guise of pretending to be alright and save him before he reaches the point of self-destruction; the same person that has proven that they can and will do something like that time and time again. Sound familiar? Yeah. Katsuki is the only one that can help Izuku right now.

But it's not going to pretty. I'm not necessarily saying that dvk3 will involve a fight. On the contrary, I think that's the last thing that should happen for a multitude of reasons: Katsuki is still recovering, their relationship is at the point where they can have vulnerable conversations without throwing punches (read: the hospital scene), and it wouldn't make sense at all to have them throwing punches. Izuku hasn't got a quirk anymore; against Katsuki, he doesn't stand a chance of winning the fight. And that just negates all their growth of becoming equals. So perhaps we shouldn't call it Deku vs Kacchan 3, but rather Deku AND Kacchan 3 It's going to be a fight of them accepting feelings; both each other's and their own. There's going to be crying and tears and so much pain, but it's going to end up with Katsuki reaching out to Izuku so we can get that long awaited and incredibly foreshadowed handhold. So we can see that Katsuki still sees Izuku as an equal, quirk or no quirk.

At least, that's what I hope. I'd love to hear your thoughts about this too!!

[elliereject]

ifhy .2

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, ellie beats someone up, angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* HELLLLLOOOO!? oh my god 100 likes on part 1 and over 100 followers??? ty? so much?? <3 the next parts almost done so I gotta tweak some things but I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I meant to post this like 2 days ago but I fell asleep editing…

* mdni

* wc ~ smth like 1.8k

pt .1 here ★ pt .3 coming soon

“Are you seriously wearing that?” You sighed, flopping back on Ellie’s twin bed.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Ellie asked, eyeing her worn skinny jeans and a black oversized hoodie.

“First, there’s a hole in the side of your hood. Second, you wore that 3 times this week already.”

“No, I didn’t. These are different jeans!”

You groaned, “Ellie it’s a party, live a little.”

She let out a small laugh, “Says you, you were literally on the verge of throwing up like 5 minutes ago. Did whatshisname text you?”

She crossed her fingers in hope that he hadn’t.

You rolled your eyes, “You know his name, and he said he got there about 20 minutes ago and’ll meet me near the living room.”

“Cool, cool.” She said stiffly. “We should probably get going then.”

You jumped up from the bed, practically skipping over to the door. “Finally, you take a surprisingly long time to get ready.”

She didn’t. She was just trying to drag out the amount of time she had before she saw you clinging to your boyfriend and laughing at his stupid jokes.

She was still trying to find a way to show you that he was a dick and she was what you needed but all the ideas she had ended up with him dead and while she was considering it, you probably would have a hard time forgiving her.

The two of you trekked down to the elevator and while your back was turned she couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to slip her hand into yours. How would you react? Would you recoil? Or would you squeeze her palm? Ellie was never really a touchy person yet she made some exceptions when it came to you, however nothing as intimate as hand holding.

And something screamed at her, begging her to try. Her fingers itched by her leg and before she knew it she was stretching out her arm.

Close…so close she could feel the warmth radiating off you.

In a moment you whipped around and she didn’t have enough time to retract her hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head in a way that made her heart ache.

“You just had a uh– a piece of lint.” She lied easily as she picked nothing off your sleeve.

“Oh, thanks! Easier to get rid of then a hole, huh?” You let out a giggle and stuck your finger through said hole, she forced a laugh.

The rest of the ride down Ellie urged herself not to have any more daring thoughts.

Once down, you cracked jokes about your professor and weirdos in your classes, and Ellie tried her best to laugh along, all the way to the frat where the party was being held. Once you made it, you shoved past the sweaty bodies in the living room to look for your boyfriend whilst Ellie shrunk into the kitchen to confide chat with Jesse who was busy chugging a twisted lemonade.

“Jesse. I want you to thank God you aren’t a lesbian.” Ellie groaned, pulling the drink from his lips and taking a swig herself.

“Shit. What happened now?” He sighed, reaching past Ellie to grab another. Ellie’s been moping about you to Jesse for a while now, although he doesn’t really know it’s you because she doesn’t wanna fuck up the way her friends view your guys’ relationship.

“I was walking behind her earlier before we got into the elevat— classroom. And I was like 5 seconds away from grabbing her hand.”

“And why’s that a bad thing? I thought you liked her.” He asked in between sips.

“Because she has a fucking boyfriend! And that would’ve been so embarrassing I think I would’ve bit off my tongue and killed my self right there.”

Jesse let out a low whistle and Ellie crossed her arms. “Don’t you have any advice for me, or are you just gonna stand there?”

The man shrugged, “You’re not gonna like what I have to tell you. Have you tried talking to Joel about any of this?”

Ellie shook her head with a sigh, “He’s busy with work as is, I don’t wanna bother him with this shit when I barely even get to talk to him.”

“Well then, you should prob—hey! ★ what’s up?”

Their conversation was cut short as you walked into the crowded kitchen. With no luck in the living room, you decided to retreat there to talk with your friends while periodically checking your phone for any missed calls or texts.

Ellie noticed the worried look on your face. “Hey, hey. He’ll call. And if he doesn’t he’s a fucking idiot.”

She urged you to try and live in the moment and reassured you again that’d he’d call soon, even though she hoped and prayed he didn’t.

You gave her a small smile and muttered “I guess.” Before taking the red solo cup she offered you and downing it. Eventually, Dina joined your little trio and you temporarily forgot all about him since you were having so much fun chatting with your friends.

Ellie, still smiling, excused herself to the washroom after announcing she had to piss and thank god she did because the scene she stumbled upon literally made her laugh with joy. She had been looking for a reason to beat the fuck out of your boyfriend and did she find it.

After mistaking one of the bedrooms for the washroom—since every fucking door in that house looked the same—her eyes immediately landed on the familiar lanky figure who was shacking up with some tiny brunette bitch.

“No fucking way!” She guffawed, completely amused.

“Please, it’s not—“ Your boyfriend started, pulling his lips from the girl and straightening out his shirt.

“I’ve been looking for a reason to beat your sorry ass! This is just perfect.” She laughed manically as she stomped into the room, slamming the door behind her and cracking her knuckles.

The girl he was previously with was shaken to her core, and practically sprinted out of there. Before he could get out another word, Ellie’s fist was already crushing his face.

“You dick, God I knew you were an asshole but this is just—wow! Cheating on her when she is most definitely the best you could ever do?” Another punch and he was on the ground.

Blood was leaking from his nose and his lip was split. Suddenly she was on top of him, her fists flying. His glasses were broken and tears ran down his face pathetically.

She’d bottled up her emotions for so long; her love for you, her jealousy towards him, her anger at the entire situation, that it all muddled together and bursted the bottle, sending shards everywhere.

Ellie has always been an innately intense person, but this, pummelling something that deserved it, someone that she’d been fantasizing about beating the shit out of ever since she’d met them. It felt good.

“Pl-please stop.” He begged, and she halted her fists, but only for a moment.

She scoffed. “Stop? Stop. Man, I should rip your tongue out. Maybe that’ll finally shut you up.”

His eyes widened as he scanned her eyes for any sign of sympathy, of mercy, but all he found was icy green.

“You’re fucking crazy!” He shouted, trying and failing to shimmy her off him.

She shrugged, “Maybe.”

She was about to throw another fist but she heard frantic footsteps speeding toward the room.

“Shit..” She tapped the side of the guy’s face harshly as he was beginning to black out. “Listen, you’re going to get up. Hop out the window and take your ass home, if someone asks what happened say you got jumped. You’re not going to look at ★ again, text her, call, or even breathe near her. Transfer out of her classes and if I even get the idea that you’re thinking of contacting her again, I will find you. And I will rip your tongue out, got it?”

He nodded wildly and she finally got off of him. She watched as he scurried toward the window and hopped out, it was only a few feet, he’d live.

Ellie wiped her stained hands on the inside of her sweater and opened the door just as the brunette from before was about to, she was standing next to one of the frat guys.

“What’s going on?” Ellie said easily, putting a charming smile on her face and hiding her hands in her pocket.

“Where is he?” The brunette asked worriedly.

“Who? It’s just me in here.” Ellie said looking around confused.

The frat boy looked behind Ellie and them at the girl before sighing and turning back around, “Don’t bother me again. Just enjoy the party.”

“B-but—“ She immediately shut up when Ellie shot her a malicious glare.

She strolled out of the room and back toward the main floor to see you sulking on the couch, checking your phone.

“What happened?” She asked, sliding next to you and resting her arm behind you on the cushions.

“He still hasn’t answered.” You pouted.

And for the first time in months she shot you a genuine smile, despite the fact you were talking about him. “I wouldn’t worry about it, don’t think you’ll hear from him anytime soon.”

You smiled at her and she shot you a weird look, “What?” she asked.

“Nothing..you just seem a little happier than usual.” You said, leaning into her arm.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

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Horanghae Chapter 5

Story Summary: Everyone knows that Soonyoung loves tigers. The term Horanghae literally means “I tiger you”. Needless to say, the Seventeen members shouldn’t have been as surprised as they were the night he came home with a very timid white tiger curled against him.      

Chapter Summary: After a successful first day of getting to know the members, you’re more than ready for day two, at least with these two you kind of know what to expect. You also start to experience just how strong your bond is with the members.

Chapter Pairings: Joshua x White Tiger Hybrid Reader (First Half), Seungkwan x White Tiger Hybrid Reader (Second Half), Hoshi x Tiger Hybrid Reader

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 8.3k

Chapter Warnings: A very slightly suggestive moment with Joshua (reader ends up on his lap) but otherwise pure fluff and reader getting her first kiss(es)

AN: Thank you guys for your patience, the next chosen members were Seungkwan and Joshua. Once again I did try to keep them even but Seungkwan's part is a bit longer, I also got a bit carried away with the ending and Soonyoung. I do have a few ideas for who I wish to do next but I’ll also let you all decide. Would you rather see JunHao next or Wonwoo and Vernon?

This chapter is not beta read as I was eager to get it out to you guys and it’s like 7am when I finally post it. Please excuse any errors!

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Horanghae Masterlist

You were a bit surprised when you woke up by yourself the following morning instead of being shaken awake like what happened with Mingyu. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you looked around the room to see that Soonyoung was also already gone. The clock on your nightstand told you it was almost ten in the morning so it wasn’t like you had slept in much, though you assumed he probably had plans for the day. Casting your gaze back down to the nightstand, you perked up as you saw a brightly colored piece of paper tucked under the clock. Curious, you carefully grabbed the note and readjusted so that you could read it properly. 

‘I hope that you slept well! Once you wake up and have breakfast go ahead and meet me outside. I’ll be sitting on the patio by the backdoor.”

You were confused for a moment, though you quickly recognized the handwriting that belonged to Joshua. It was then that you remembered you had fallen asleep in the car with Jihoon and so you hadn’t known which two members you were supposed to spend the day with. They probably drew the names while you were asleep and just planned on having you find out when you woke up. The thought made you a bit nervous as you realized this meant you had no idea who you would spend the second part of the day with, but at least you could relax knowing Joshua was first. He was one of the members who had welcomed you eagerly and treated you like family from the moment you arrived, so needless to say you were excited to have some one-on-one time with him. With a gentle smile you set the note back down on the nightstand and quickly slid out of bed so you could get ready. You had no idea when he left that note for you but you did know that it was getting late and you didn’t want to keep him waiting for much longer. 

You made your way to the window and glanced outside briefly to check the weather. It had been pretty sunny for a majority of the week but it never hurt to double check just in case. Seeing that it was, indeed, bright outside, you decided to go similar to your outfit from the previous day with shorts and a simple t-shirt that had a tiger printed on it. Jeonghan had been the one to buy said shirt for you, gushing about how fitting it was and how cute you would look in it despite the argument that it was probably overkill. You didn’t really care too much about the design though since it was comfortable and it was a bit funny to wear a tiger shirt as a tiger so why not? Also you still had no idea what you and Joshua would be doing, or what you would be doing with the second member so you figured dressing in something you could move around in comfortably would be your best bet. You quickly finished getting ready and made your way down to the kitchen, passing Wonwoo and Seungcheol who were busy arguing over some video game they were playing. You only glanced at them momentarily before sneaking into the kitchen where you happened to run into Soonyoung and Jihoon. The mess of dishes in the sink and the way the boys were dressed told you that everyone had probably eaten already and they were likely getting ready to go somewhere. Judging by the laptop bag that was hanging over the shorter male's shoulder, you could guess that they were probably about to head to the studio. It was Soonyoung who noticed your presence first, looking up and smiling widely when he saw you. 

“There she is, nice to see you finally woke up,” he teased. Jihoon turned around and smiled softly at you, motioning for you to walk over to them which you happily did. 

“I was almost worried I bored you to death last night, you passed out so quickly,” he teased. You giggled softly and shook your head. 

“You didn’t bore me at all, I was just really tired from all the running around I guess.” Both males chuckled softly and nodded at your confession. 

“Yeah Mingyu will do that to you,” Jihoon mumbled, “I swear that man might be a puppy in a human's body with how much energy he has.” You giggled a bit at the comparison, unable to stop yourself from imagining what kind of puppy hybrid Mingyu would be had he been born as one. Though your thoughts were quickly cut off by Soonyoung placing a hand on your shoulder, bringing your attention back to the present conversation. 

“Today should be a lot easier on you though,” he assured, “I’m pretty sure Shua just plans to hang out around the house so you don’t have to worry about doing too much. In fact I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for you outside.”

“Yeah I know,” you replied, “his note said to grab myself breakfast and then meet him on the back patio.” 

“I don’t know how hungry you are but there is a plate left for you in the fridge if you want it, or we have a few snacks that you’re welcome to help yourself too if you’re not that hungry,” Jihoon explained. 

“I’ll probably just grab something light for right now,” you said after a moment of thought, “I don’t want to keep him waiting for much longer.” You heard Jihoon laugh at this while Soonyoung pouted a bit. 

“We probably shouldn’t be distracting you then,” Jihoon mused with another laugh, “and we were supposed to be headed to the studio anyways so I think we should get going.” He directed the end of that statement towards the man who was still holding on to you a bit. Soonyoung mumbled something you couldn’t quite register but nodded, taking a moment to pat your head before making his way to the entrance with Jihoon. 

“See you tonight Y/N! Try not to have too much fun with them, okay?” Soonyoung called back over his shoulder.  

“I won’t!” you assured with a small laugh before turning your attention to the cabinets in hopes of finding a snack. There was a moment of silence before you realized something, quickly running out to catch the guys before they left, “Oh wait! Before you guys leave, can someone tell me who I am spending the second half of today with.” They both turned to look at you, confused for a moment before realization hit them. 

“Oh that’s right, you weren’t there when we drew the names were you?” Jihoon asked, smiling a bit when you shook your head, “once you’re done with Joshua you’ll be hanging out with Seungkwan.” You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or nervous by that information, staring silently at the door as the two males waved goodbye one last time before leaving. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Seungkwan, it was just that he had always been a bit weird when around you so you never really knew if he liked you or just wanted to mess around with you. You decided to push that thought into the back of your mind for the time being however, remembering that you still had to meet up with Joshua before it got too late. Running back to the kitchen, you searched through the cupboards before settling on a granola bar, holding the snack between your teeth as you all but dashed to the back door.

The sun's rays attacked you as soon as you stepped outside, causing you to shield your eyes with your hand as you adjusted to the brightness. You blinked a few times to sooth the irritation from the light before slowly lowering your hand and glancing around for Joshua. The soft sound of a guitar caught your attention, making your ears perk up as you followed the source to where the man was sitting. He was set up on the edge of the back patio, seated on a lawn chair facing you despite his focus being on the instrument resting in his lap. He was looking down, his bangs covering his eyes as he plucked gently at the strings, blessing your ears with the melody that he hummed along to. You took a moment to just appreciate the music, closing your eyes and waiting for the song to finish before finally making your way over. Joshua perked up when he heard your footsteps approaching him. Looking up, he smiled fondly at you and set the guitar to the side so he could sit up properly. 

“Good morning,” he greeted, “did you sleep well?”

“I did,” you replied, taking a seat in the chair next to him, “sorry if I kept you waiting, I didn’t think I would be that tired.”

“Don’t worry about it, I haven’t been out here too long,” he assured, “also I figured I could get some practice in while I waited for you so win-win in my opinion.” You nodded softly and turned your attention towards the instrument that now rested at his side. It looked a bit older than the one you had seen Jihoon play in the studio, but it still looked really nice and piqued your interest. 

“I didn’t know you could play the guitar,” you commented after a moment, causing Joshua to chuckle.

“I guess I haven’t really brought it out around you have I?” he questioned, running his hand over the side of the instrument, “I wouldn’t say I play it too often but it’s a little side hobby that I enjoy.” 

“You’re really good, I really liked that song you were playing,” you complimented, causing him to turn slightly red. 

“Thank you, it’s one of my favorite songs so I always find myself going to it first when I want to practice.”

“Do you ever make your own songs?”

“I mean sometimes but nothing really noteworthy, I can play one for you in a bit if you’re curious. I just need a moment to give my hands a break because your fingers can get pretty sore if you play too much.” You eagerly nodded when he offered to play you a song, not only wanting to hear him play more but also enjoying seeing him so content. Even with 13 owners, you still felt a really tight bond to all, or at least most of them, so seeing them happy or content made you equally as happy. A part of you wondered if they ever felt the same way about you, but you wouldn’t even know how to approach that question so you let it fade from your thoughts. Instead you brought your attention back to the instrument that started this conversation. If you remembered correctly, Joshua was the second member now that you had seen play the guitar which definitely piqued your interest. You knew that the guys all had some sort of musical talent, but this was the first time you had ever gotten to witness it. You couldn’t help but be curious if everyone had the ability to play an instrument or if you just happened to get paired with the two that did.

“Jihoon plays the guitar too,” you said, pretty much thinking out loud, “do you guys all play instruments then?” 

“Maybe not all of us but at least most of us know how to play one or two, we usually play them for side projects rather than for work like Jihoon does,” he explained. You gave him a confused look which made him smile in return. Even after all this time, their jobs still made no sense to you. It seemed like every time you thought you understood what the guys did, one of them would say or do something that proved you completely wrong. 

“So what do you guys do then?” you asked. 

“Well, we’re idols, we perform for people,” he replied, humming in thought when he saw that you still didn’t understand, “Here think about it this way okay? So all 13 of us work in a group that makes and performs music for our fans. We all dance and record the songs, so some of us sing and some of us rap. Jihoon is our main producer so that’s why he focuses more on making music while the rest of us focus a bit more on performing. Though we all pitch in and we all have our own little skills that we can use in our work. Does that make sense?” You took a minute to process what he was saying before shyly nodding. Joshua's smile widened a bit and he reached out to scratch behind your ear, “We’ll show you what we do once we get the approval to bring you around, I’m sure once you see it for yourself it will make more sense.” You tried your best to nod with his hand stroking your fur but it only served to push your head further into his hand. Joshua said nothing and continued with his actions, letting his hand rest on the top of your head so that you could nuzzle into it at your own pace. “You’re really cute you know that,” he said out of nowhere, making you freeze and look up at him. 

“I am?” you asked, not able to stop the heat rising to your face no matter how hard you tried. Joshua noticed this but said nothing, having to look away in order to keep his own blush from spreading. 

“I mean of course you are,” he stuttered out, “you’re very sweet and affectionate, and if I didn’t know better I would think you were a regular house cat instead of a tiger.” You tilted your head to glance up at him, forcing his hand away from your head and causing him to shrug, “I don’t mean that in a bad way, obviously. It’s just that the common conception about wild hybrids is that they are usually more aggressive and not as affectionate as the more common ones, that's all. It’s actually kind of refreshing that you’re not like that, I love how cute and cuddly you are.” By now you were sure that his face was more red than yours, but you didn’t give him time to find out as you turned to hide your face against his chest. Joshua let out a soft noise of surprise at the sudden action, though you soon felt his arm wrap around your waist to hold you closer to him. “Hey now don’t get shy on me, come here,” he teased, nudging you a bit with his arm to get you to look at him. Instead of doing what he wanted you shook your head and proceeded to nuzzle further into his chest, practically suffocating yourself against the fabric of his shirt. He always had a bit of a wood like scent to him but today he also smelled a bit like citrus, making you wonder if he changed his perfume or if it was just the outdoors rubbing off on him. 

The two of you remained still for a moment until you heard Joshua sigh. Before you could react he was turning his body and pulling you so that you were straddling his lap, one arm around your waist and the other resting gently on your shoulder. This new position felt oddly intimate and you felt yourself blushing even more, though Joshua quickly moved his hand from your shoulder to your chin before you could look away. “Don’t be shy, it’s just me,” he assured, keeping his voice soft and rubbing small circles into your lower back, “I’ll admit I was just trying to move you over so we could cuddle better but I suppose this position works as well.” He chuckled nervously and glanced around to make sure that none of the guys saw you two. You were still extremely flustered by the sudden intimacy but still forced yourself to look at him. Joshua had leaned back a bit so that you wouldn’t be completely pressed against him, his expression soft as he looked up at you. You tried to shift around a bit to make the position less awkward, only to feel yourself blush more “Are you okay? We can move if you feel uncomfortable,” he assured, already adjusting to pull you off of him when you grabbed his wrist. 

“No it’s okay,” you responded, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Are you sure Y/N?”

“I’m sure, I’m just not used to this level of affection yet I guess,” you confessed. 

“Affection? You mean like cuddling?” he asked, to which you nodded. 

“Like you said, people don’t really want to cuddle with wild hybrids so usually I would just get head pats. Though I do really like the cuddles.” You could have sworn you saw his eyes light up a bit when you said that. 

“I definitely like the cuddles too,” he responded, “so feel free to cuddle with me whenever you want.” You giggled softly and nodded, repositioning yourself a bit so that you were seated better in his lap. With your new position you were able to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, nuzzling your face into his neck and sighing deeply as you inhaled more of his natural scent. Joshua's chest rumbled against you for a moment as he laughed, wrapping his arms around you just as tightly and sitting back in the chair with you still attached to him. His head rested against yours and every so often you would feel his lips softly touch the top of your head. The action made you feel warm in a way you had never felt before, but you honestly didn’t want the feeling to go away either. “Hey Y/N?” you heard him speak up after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You let out a questioning hum in response and felt him shift under you a bit, “you said you weren’t really used to affection, does that also include kisses?” 

“Uhh yeah it does,” you admitted shyly, “I don’t remember ever getting kisses actually.” Joshua frowned a bit at this though you weren’t able to see it as you were still nuzzled into his neck. 

“Are you okay with kisses then?” he asked after a moment of thought. 

“I mean I like the ones you’re giving me on my head so, I think so?” you replied back. Your uncertainty was obvious and it made Joshua hum in thought as he considered his next move. 

“May I try something then?” he asked. When you didn’t immediately respond he took this as a sign to explain himself, “I won’t do anything crazy I promise, I’m just curious to see if you like it is all. You took a moment to think about it, a bit overwhelmed with all the new attention but also curious as to what he meant. You quickly decided that you trusted Joshua and you wanted to know what he was planning so you lifted your head from his shoulder so that you could nod. He let out a sigh of relief and nudged you away enough so that you two were facing each other again. His hand reached up to gently cup your cheek and tilt your head to the side, giving him enough access to lean up and press a soft kiss to your cheek. His lips were warm and very soft against your skin, and you swore that you could still feel them there even after he had pulled away. “Well, what did you think about that?” he asked. It was a genuine question, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Joshua didn’t know whether to be worried about your reaction or laugh at how innocent you were. He opted for a middle option though, and stayed silent while watching you to see how you reacted. It took a few minutes of you cupping your cheek where he kissed you and stuttering over your words for you to finally answer him. 

“I really liked that,” you whispered. Joshua didn’t hear you at first so he had you repeat it, but once you did he was smiling up at you like you just told him the best news imaginable. 

“I’m so glad to hear that, because I really liked it as well,” he said with a laugh, pinching your cheek to make you giggle as well. 

“Can I try that as well?” you asked, looking down at him shyly. 

“Try what, giving me a kiss as well?” he asked to clarify, unable to stop himself from turning red as you nodded, “of course you can.” Despite his slight blush from you returning his affection, Joshua still turned his head so that you could easily lean down and kiss his cheek. You were really nervous about doing something wrong, so your lips only barely touched him before you were pulling away. Your hand moved to cover your mouth and your ears pressed to the back of your head as you tried to look anywhere but at him. It seemed Joshua appreciated the action either way, though, as he mirrored your previous action by placing his hand over his cheek and looking back at you. You two sat there staring at each other for much longer than you would consider comfortable, both extremely flustered and not knowing what to say. Joshua was the one to finally break the silence, clearing his throat to get your attention. “So, I’d say we probably have another hour or two before Seungkwan comes to steal you away, would you like to learn how to play the guitar?” You perked up and nodded eagerly, earning a soft chuckle from the man as he tapped your thigh, “Stand up real quick so we can adjust to a better position.”

You did as you were told and climbed carefully off of Joshua's lap, standing a bit away from the chair as he sat up. He took a moment to stretch out his legs before adjusting himself and sliding back in the chair. This allowed you to sit down in between his legs and still give him room to move so he could help you with the guitar. Joshua's front was pressed against your back as he placed the instrument in your lap and guided your hands to where they needed to be, his head resting on your shoulder so he could see. You two spent a bit just with you getting used to holding the guitar and plucking at a few strings to hear how everything sounded. Once you were comfortable with that, he began showing you how to play his favorite song, the same one he had been playing earlier. His hands never left yours and helped to guide you while he sang the lyrics softly against your shoulder. You had to admit you still had no idea what you were doing or how to play since he was doing most of the work, but that didn’t matter since you were enjoying the moment with him. Joshua seemed to be enjoying it as well, given you could feel him smiling against you and the way he would try to shift as if to get closer to you. Even if you weren’t really learning how to play the guitar, you would have happily stayed in that moment with him for as long as possible. Unfortunately, that moment did have to come to an end as the sound of the back door and footsteps alerted you to the presence of another member. 

“There you are!” You heard Seungkwan exclaim as he walked over, “you guys were supposed to be back inside like an hour ago!” You felt Joshua stiffen behind you, shuffling through his pocket to pull out his phone and look at the time. 

“Oh wow it’s that late already, sorry Seungkwan I guess we got carried away out here,” he apologized. Seungkwan was clearly not amused though, crossing his arms and pouting down at the two of you like a saddened child. 

“We agreed on a set time for a reason!” he whined, “I already don’t get to spend time with her as is and now the one time I do you’re stealing her from me!” You were a bit confused by what he was saying. Yeah it was true you hung out with certain members more than Seungkwan, but you never knew that he wanted to actually spend time with you either. He was always around with one or more of the other guys so you just assumed he didn’t really have time for you. Then again, you were starting to realize that maybe you had judged some of the guys a bit too quickly. Joshua merely laughed and shook his head as he maneuvered his way around you to stand up. 

“Alright alright I’m sorry,” he teased, “she’s all yours.” Joshua carefully took the guitar from you, putting the strap over his head so he could carry it back inside. Careful not to accidentally hit you with it, he reached down to scratch your ear and kiss your head one last time before making his way back inside. Seungkwan looked between the door and you for a moment, confused by the display he just saw but deciding not to comment on it. It only took a second for him to get back to his excitement for spending time with you, walking over and carefully grabbing your hand so he could pull you to a standing position. 

“Come on Y/N! I only have until dinner and I want to make the most out of it,” he urged, already walking towards the door before he finished talking. Since he was still holding onto your hand you had no choice but to walk with him as he was still holding his hand and you didn’t feel like being dragged around the dorm. 

“Where are we going?” you asked as he led you inside, immediately pulling you down the hall.

“My room,” he replied without stopping, “I didn’t really have a lot of time to prepare since I didn’t know my name was drawn until this morning but we’ll still have a lot of fun I promise!” You hummed softly in agreement and followed him down the hall towards the back where his room was. You hadn’t seen everyones room yet but you had learned from the few you had been in that they were all fairly similar in layout. The biggest difference between them was the way the guys decorated and Seungkwan's room turned out to be no different. It was laid out the same as the other members, though you could see all of the pictures and memorabilia from his past. Seungkwan finally let go of your hand so he could close the door, walking over to one of the nightstands and pointing to the bed. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’ll join you in just a second.” You nodded despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at you, deciding to look around his room for a moment before actually sitting down on his bed. You noticed that it was a bit softer than the one you shared with Soonyoung, bouncing a bit on the mattress and resisting the urge to roll around on his sheets. You didn’t know if it was your tiger instincts kicking in that made you want to scent each member and mark them as yours, or just because you enjoyed the comfort of the different members. Either way, the feeling of Seungkwan enveloped you as you found yourself falling back against his sheets. You had never really been close enough to him before to get used to how he smelled or his warmth, but now that you were here you were definitely enjoying it. 

“Having fun there?” the sound of his voice startled you out of your little trance. Jumping up from your spot, you let out a nervous giggle when you saw Seungkwan standing at the edge of the bed. He had a very amused look on his face as he looked down at you, a laptop resting between his arm and his hip. 

“Yeah sorry, I just haven’t been around you much and you smell really good,” you admitted. Seungkwan cocked his head to the side, setting the laptop down on the bed so he could climb on and sit beside you. 

“Do I?” he asked, “what exactly do I smell like?”

“It’s very light, but also sweet and kinda citrusy as well, honestly it reminds me of a tangerine,” you explained with another giggle. Seungkwan seemed very amused by your analysis, poking his lip out a bit as he contemplated what you said. 

“You’ve been around me for a few minutes and you can tell all of that? That’s kind of impressive,” he said. 

“Is it? I thought it was normal to catch onto people's scents?” you questioned. 

“Maybe for a hybrid but we can’t really smell any of that. Like yeah I can smell perfumes and all of that but otherwise it’s just normal to me. I’m not even wearing anything right now and you can point it out so easily.” 

“So that’s why it’s so light,” you commented, making him laugh a bit and shake his head. 

“Do we all have a unique scent to you then?” he asked, to which you nodded, “who’s your favorite?” 

“I don’t have a favorite,” you responded immediately, “you’re all unique and special in your own way and it’s always comforting.” Seungkwan didn’t verbally respond to your answer, but you could see him smile shyly from the corner of your eye. This was a bit of a different side to the man you had seen when you first moved in, but you had to admit you liked this sweet and shy side of him. Seungkwan seemed to catch on to how quiet it got, grabbing the laptop and turning it on. 

“So like I said I didn’t really have time to plan anything, but I was thinking maybe we could just hang out or watch something since we haven’t really gotten to spend time before. I’d offer to play a game or something but the others kind of took over the living room,” he explained. He sounded a bit unsure of himself which made you relax a bit more. You also had to admit the way he was acting was pretty cute and made you want to curl around him. Once again it didn’t take long for your instincts to kick in, scooting closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. The action startled him, causing him to yelp and jump a bit in your hold. It worried you a bit that maybe he wasn’t comfortable with you being close to him, but you soon felt him wrap his arm around you in return. “Maybe a little bit of warning next time you want to hug me okay, I thought I was going to die just there,” he teased, dramatically holding his hand over his heart. You couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he was as you snuggled closer against him. 

“Sorry I promise next time I’ll announce when I plan on hugging you,” you teased back. The tone of your voice made him scoff and roll his eyes. 

“Alright I see how it is then,” he mused, “maybe I don’t want to spend time with you if all you want to do is make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you! You’re the one who started it!” you argued, poking at his side playfully. The action made him gasp and quickly cover his hand with his mouth to keep from laughing. Unfortunately for Seungkwan though, your sensitive ears still picked up the sound. Curious about his reaction, you decided to continue poking at him while your other arm stayed wrapped around him. Seungkwan gasped again and began to squirm a bit as you tried tickling him, removing his hand from his mouth as he grabbed your wrist. 

“I wouldn’t continue this if I were you,” he warned. You looked down at where he was holding your arm then back up at his eyes. His expression was firm in his warning but you could still tell after a moment that he wasn’t being serious. Seeing that, you decided to do the opposite of what he said and decided to test your luck. 

“Yeah, or what?” you challenged as you moved your free hand to tickle him again. Seungkwan yelped and let you go so that he could grab at your other arm. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched him try to fight you off. He struggled for a few moments before finally getting the upper hand and pulling you off of him. 

“Alright then, you asked for it,” he exclaimed. Before you had time to react Seungkwan had turned and pushed you so fell on to your back. He sat on your legs, just above your knees so you couldn’t get away, and moved both of his hands to tickle at your sides. Any chance of staying quiet left the second he began tickling you, the movements causing you to erupt into a fit of squeals and giggles. Your head shook and your hands frantically reached out to try and push Seungkwan off of you but to no avail. He was clearly stronger than you and, even if he hadn’t been, his position gave him the upper hand so you had no chance of fighting him off. Seungkwan continued his movements until you were practically out of breath, laughing loudly himself at your desperate attempts to pry him off of you. “Not so tough now, are we Kitty?” he teased once he finally let you go. You tried your best to glare at him but failed as you tried to catch your breath, a few more giggles leaving you as you calmed down. 

“No fair,” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to glare up at him. Seungkwan mimicked your expression and voice for a moment before sticking his tongue out at you. 

“You started it, I just played along,” he pointed out. You wanted to argue but knew there was no winning against him. Instead you pouted and turned your head away with a dramatic huff, keeping your arms crossed over your chest. Seungkwan chuckled softly and reached down to run his hand through your hair, humming as you melted immediately into his touch. “I’m sorry, okay? Here how about I make it up to you with cuddles and we can watch a movie?” he suggested. You tried to pretend to be mad but the twitching of your ears and tail gave you away almost immediately. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” he said as he climbed off of you. You sat up and watched as Seungkwan pulled up a random movie on his laptop and returned to his previous position on the bed, practically laying down with one of the pillows propping him up. Once he was comfortable he looked over at you and opened his arms as an invitation for you to snuggle up to him, which you happily did. You curled up against his side with most of your top half laying on his chest. Seungkwan responded by immediately wrapping his arm around you, rubbing your lower back as the other moved to run through your hair. It was a bit knotted now since you had been moving your head against his sheets so he was careful not to pull on it too hard. 

Unlike his previous actions while tickling you, his pets were gentle and had you nuzzling into him almost immediately. Your head pushed against his hand and your cheek rubbed against his chest. Seungkwan had still been a bit stiff when he first laid down, but he also seemed to relax as he felt you melt against him. 

“You’re really snuggling up there,” he pointed out as he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked. 

“Not at,” he assured, “I just didn’t expect it since we never really spent time together before.”

“I like cuddles, and you’re pretty good at them so I can’t complain,” you stated. Seungkwan stayed silent at that, but you decided not to comment on it. Though you did maneuver yourself just enough so that you could look up at him and see his expression. His cheeks were red and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he locked eyes with you. Deciding to test your luck and what you learned from Joshua earlier, you leaned up just enough to press a kiss to his jaw before curling back up. Seungkwan's breath hitched and he had to keep himself from jumping and knocking you off of him. He was obviously taken aback by your actions and you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. 

“I…what was that?” he questioned after a moment of trying to regain himself. The question had you whimpering and curling up a bit, wondering if you had made a mistake. 

“Did I do something wrong?” 

“What? Oh no not at all,” he quickly reassured you, “I just didn’t expect it that’s all. I didn’t realize you were this affectionate.” You didn’t answer him, keeping your gaze down at his chest which he obviously noticed. Seungkwan sighed and shifted slightly, tapping on your shoulder until you looked at him, “I can’t speak for the other guys obviously but you can be as affectionate with me as you want okay? I may get startled a bit at first but I promise you I like it  just as much.” You tilted your head a bit as you listened, blinking softly at him as you tried to process what he was saying. 

“Are you sure?” you asked, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that they were okay with this attention from you. If you had tried to initiate anything like this with your previous owners, they would have thrown you off of them in a heartbeat. The fact that not just one of the guys, but a majority of them allowed you to curl up with them on a daily basis was a welcomed change, but you still needed to get used to this. 

“Hey I know I joke around a lot but I promise I’m not actually mean!” Seungkwan exclaimed with a pout, “unless it’s to the guys but that’s not the point. You’re different so whenever you want my attention you just tell me okay? Besides I didn’t get to spend much time with you since Soonyoung keeps hogging all of your attention so I have a lot to make up for.” As if to prove his point, he sat up enough that he could pull you into a hug, placing multiple quick kisses on both of your cheeks before letting you go and laying back down. You giggled at the attention and playfully pushed him off of you, allowing him to pull you down so you were laying on his chest again. 

By this point a third of the movie he was playing had passed but neither of you were paying attention to what was happening. Instead it served as background noise as the two of you cuddled up with each other, just enjoying the warmth and love of the moment. You closed your eyes to focus on his scent and heartbeat and eventually ended up falling asleep on his chest. Seungkwan had noticed the moment you dozed off, continuing to pet and watch you for a little bit. He half debated turning off the movie so you could rest quietly but he was too afraid of waking you up to move. Instead he decided to finish the movie by himself while you slept, letting it turn off by itself as he held onto you and slowly began to drift off himself. The feeling of you curled up on his chest and the soft rumbling noise you made as you slept relaxing the male more than he thought was even possible.

The two of you were woken up a few hours later by a giggling Jeonghan, the male shaking you hard enough to wake both you and Seungkwan. 

“Well good morning sleepy heads,” he cooed as you both opened your eyes, “sorry to wake you but dinner is ready. Everyone else is already eating so I would hurry up if you want food.” You groaned softly as you sat up, taking a moment to stretch and properly wake up. Jeonghan couldn’t help but laugh at how you looked, half asleep with your shirt and hair a complete mess. It was an adorable sight and, if you were more awake, he probably would have shaken you with how cute you were. Seungkwan sat up behind you after a moment, looking almost identical to you. 

“We’ll be done in just a moment,” he muttered, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jeonghan huffed a bit and shook his head. 

“Alright, don’t take too long then or you know Mingyu will steal your food,” he teased, leaving the room so you and Seungkwan could have a moment. The second the door closed you felt the other males arms around you, pulling you against him as he hid his face in your neck. 

“I know that probably wasn’t the most fun way to spend your day, but that was nice. We should do this again sometime,” he muttered against your shoulder. You couldn’t help the wide smile that made its way onto your face as you nodded. 

“We definitely should.” 

Dinner went by in a blur, half of the members having already left while the others stayed to question how the day went. Jeonghan had mentioned something about them having drawn the names of the next two members but you hadn’t been able to pay attention since Soonyoung and Seungkwan had started bickering the second the younger had sat down. You only had enough time to finish your meal before Soonyoung was literally picking you up and carrying you away from the table. All you could do was wave goodbye to the guys as Seungkwan shouted at the man carrying you for hogging all of your attention. If Soonyoung had been listening though, he didn’t make it known as his movements never faltered. 

You soon found yourself sitting in the middle of your bed, freshly showered and dressed in your pajamas as you waited for Soonyoung to finish getting ready for bed. Given you had just woken up from your nap with Seungkwan, you weren’t really that tired. Instead of curling up like you usually did, you found yourself playing games on his phone and thinking back on the day you had. There were quite a few moments that stuck out to you, but your thoughts were occupied with how the guys had reacted to kisses. It was honestly new territory for you so you really didn’t understand how this worked or why they had reacted the way they did. Of course you weren’t naive and knew that it was an act between people who loved each other, but you didn’t know if that applied here. Did the guys love you? Did they all want affection for you like this? Were you pushing your boundaries now? Honestly you had no idea, and you hated how much the thought weighed on you. 

“I know that look, what are you thinking about?” looking up from the phone, you saw Soonyoung looking down at you with a concerned gaze. His hair was still wet from his shower and he had changed into his pajamas, the water dripping from his bangs and making dark spots on his shoulders. You bit at your lip as you tried to think of how to explain your thought to him, shrinking down with a defeated sigh. 

“You love me, right?” you asked. Soonyoungs eyes widened at the question, staring down at you in a mix of pain and shock. 

“Of course I do,” he exclaimed as he climbed onto the bed beside you, “I’ll always love you, as will many of the guys. Why would you ask that?” He placed his hand on your shoulder as he asked, giving it a gentle squeeze to try and comfort you. 

“It’s dumb but, when you love someone you give them kisses, right?” the question felt worse now that you finally asked, but there was no taking it back now. Soonyoung was extremely confused by the question, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he tried to think of what to say. You quickly took advantage of his silence to explain to him, “It’s just that Joshua had asked about kisses and then when I gave one to Seungkwan he seemed startled so I was worried I may not be doing it right.” It all started to make sense to Soonyoung now, the male letting out a soft “oh” of realization. 

“Did they say they didn’t like the kisses?” he asked, to which you shook your head. “Well then you didn’t do anything wrong. Kisses are something you give to people you care about. Yes, as long as you both enjoy it you aren’t doing anything wrong.” You felt relieved as he said that, starting to like the idea of using kisses to show your appreciation to the boys. 

“Do you like kisses then?” you asked, making him laugh. 

“I love kisses, and I would love kisses from you even more,” he assured, pressing a kiss to your forehead to prove his point. His lips lingered against your skin for much longer than the other two, going back in for a second one before suddenly pulling away. The room went quiet and you watched as something changed in Soonyoungs expression before he returned his attention to you. “Y/N, have you ever had a proper kiss before?” 

“A proper kiss?” he nodded softly at your question. 

“Those are the kisses you give to people you really love,” he explained, “would you like me to show you?” You had a good idea of what he was talking about, biting your lip again as you slowly nodded. Soonyoung smiled softly and copied your action, nodding as his hand reached out to cup your cheek. His thumb stroked your skin as the other hand moved to grab one of your own. He took a moment to analyze your expression, searching for any signs of discomfort before moving in and connecting your lips. You exhaled sharply at the contact but quickly relaxed, doing your best to copy his movements. Your hand gripped his and your other went to rest on the back of his neck, letting your eyes close to enjoy the sensation. This kiss was way different than the others, Soonyoungs lips still soft but also a bit more firm. Your senses were overwhelmed by him and yet you didn’t want to pull away. He was the one who finally broke away from the kiss, placing one last peck to your lips before backing up completely and smiling shyly. 

“How was that?” he asked, letting go of your cheek to rub at the back of his neck. 

“I loved it,” you responded immediately, causing his smile to widen. 

“I did too,” he giggled softly before glancing at the clock, “now what do you say we get into bed. I know you’re not tired so you can use my phone more as long as you plug it up before falling asleep.” You wordlessly agreed, grabbing the mobile device and climbing onto your side of the bed, Soonyoung getting in as well and hugging you from behind. “Goodnight Y/N,” he whispered with one last kiss to your cheek, causing you to curl up a bit. 

“Goodnight Soonyoung.” As you felt him slowly relax and drift off you allowed yourself to think about your current circumstance. It was fascinating to think that just a few days ago you probably would have shied away from everyone still, but now it felt like you were becoming part of the family. You were still unsure of what the future held but one thing was for sure, you were really excited to get close with the rest of the members. 

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[natzomi]

Ok there are two things in the 3 specials with the 14th doctor that realy anoy me.

Donna beeing able to just "let it go" and beeing ok

And the two tardises at the end

So in this probably very long and maby very confusing post ill try to fix them (aka write down how i would have done it with zero ofense or bad intent towards the people who wrote the actual episodes cause i still love them)

So we start with the donna problem cause it anoyes me the most. For this the star beast happens the same up until the scene where dr. Donna lets go of her timelord powers.

Instead of that the doctor manages to "contain" the timelord part of donna (and rose) and seal it away in her brain or something (i dont know. Its docor who it doesnt need to make sense) That gives them a unknown amount of time to get it out completly.

Donna and the doctor jump into the tardis to find a way to save her, coffee gets spiled, tardis goes crazy and basicly wild blue yonder happens exactly the same (maby a bit mor angst because of the still ongoing donna problem)

Then in the giggle we start to see donna get realy effekted by it. She has a constand head ache (makes her finding out the musik thing even more impressiv) and this beeing one of the reasons the doctor wants her to go back to the tardis in the toymakers shop (not only is he facing one of his most powerfull enemys but his friend is not in the best shape to deal with it as well wich stresses him out so hard)

Then the rest of the episode goes on normaly. They meet and play angainst the toy maker, he has his musical moment, the bigeneration happens and they win.

But instead of the price for them beeing the toymaker put in a box and the second tardis (yes i consider the second tardis as a price from the toymaker deal with it) 14ths price is donna and rose geting fixed and 15th gets to put the toymaker in a box for eternaty.

This way you get a storry line that goes throu all 3 episodes and fixes donna in a more rewarding maner than the way they did it in the show.

But you may now ask: "but natzomi if you think the secon tardis 15 gets at the end is a price for the doctor but in this version they both already got a reward then how do they both get a tardis?" And to you i say: they are the same tardis. But ✨️timetravel✨️

Like i said i dont like that there are two tardises at the end of the specials (yes i also said i think its a reward from the toymaker but that doesnt mean i like it. Why? I dont know i just think its a litle lazy and you could have done more with that)

Sooooooo to fix that problem you would need to add or change like only a hand full of scene.

Basicly the entity of star beast and wild blue yonder is the same no change there. But at the beginning of the giggle you add a litle scene (like 20 seconds max.) where the doctor notices a scratch on the console or a broken button or something that basicly doesnt stop the tardis from working in any way and he writes it of as the tardis having missed that while fixing herself or that she hurried back to get them in wild blue yonder. The rest of the episode continues normaly untill the end when they disgust the problem that 14 and 15 dont want to travel together, they are standing outside the tardis talking and then Boom. Out of nowhere a second tardis apears. They didnt do anything its just there. The exakt same tardis exept for that scrath on the console that only exists on the first tardis (the one we see throut the whole episode)

15 gets the one with no scrath 14 keeps his and everyone is happy.

But now we just need three more scenes later in the season to complet this storry. One where because of some fight or acident the tardis console gets a scrath on the console (extra points if the doctor doesnt know/see)

The second where the tardis just randomly leaves one day for like an hour or so (could be the start of an episode and the tardis disapearing kicks of the plot for that story)

And the last where the tardis returns (probably at the end of that same episode)

And now to get to the point ant explain the storry/idea ill just go over the events out of the perspective of the tardis (or at least her timeline)

In wild blue yonder she leaves to repair herself. Then she lands in the avengers unit tower and goes of with 15. After she gets the scratch she goes back to save 14 in wild blue yonder and then stayes with him for the rest of his life after he passes she comes back to 15 and the continues to travel with him.

This might also give the posibility for 15 getting his own interior since 14 probably changed it a lot while he had her and either 15 then could get the "old rundown" version with all of 14ths changes or the tardis changes completly for him.

Anyways its 3 am and i cant sleep cause i cant stop thinking about the stupid timetraveling alien man :)

[the-ghost-of-a-spirit]

part 2 of me watching mha and recording my thoughts, starting at ep 12

i think we're going to have a school arc, since it's 2 big arcs per season, and they go school-battle, like the first, which was start-usj, the secon which was sport's fesival-training-hosu then camp-all for one

wait, todoroki has a sister? good to know ig

almight saying he's going to train deku in that scene is actually so sweet.

okay, so i think aizawa got a haircut? anyway, wonder what their trying to convince them in

oh, its dorms, boarding school time apparently

i guess we know where bakugo gets it from

am enjoying this episode of them going to peoples houses, not sure why, maybe cause its peaceful, but yeah

ma'am your child not being in dorms/at ua, will probably not fix the problem

hey, uh, almight WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR ARM

its funny to think that almights doing this, and aizawas just contiunes doing the normal thing

anyway, back to the arm, it apears HE LOST HIS ARM, so yeah, i think i should have noticed that by now

new headcannon that probably fake but its funny: Almight can't drive

"look alive" aizawa you hypocrite

bakugo literally just got a guy to do that, to make people laugh, thats actually really nice, i think i like him more now

tokoyami's room is really cool, i like it

Hi, hello, almight what the fuck is up with your arms, do you have 2 or 1? why do you have a cast without a hand?

do not like hatsume, she's like grapeboy but weirder and less horny (i dont think horny is the word, but good enought, point is, they are both characters i would avoid if i met them)

i think bakugo is gonna get nicer by the time i finish this part

i would think the license test would get them to fight eachother, but idk

there is more the that shikera guy (i think thats his name)

aziawas expression when that person approches him, though, why does he always have the weirdest expressions

"lets get married" "no"

betting aizawa used his quirk against joke, or he doesnt and laughs (i dont want to see him laugh, if i do i will... idk, yell about it here)

i am loving this interaction, its so silly, new fav duo, aizawa and joke

idk why but joke callind the students aizawas kids stands out to me

mara, why are you like this (/pos)

100/1500 is 15%, i'm smarter than ua students.

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THEM HAVING TO FACE EACHOTHER

i think the sports festival is child exploitation or something

mara was forced to do this, he's probably going say he's not getting paid for this

uraka just tried to attack deku, she has a weird espression on her face, i think its mind control or something

oh, she was a different person, its that person who attacked deku the first time i think, she's creepy, i dont like her

OH SHIT, SHE NAKED, i dont think thats allowed

so, i think todoroki is the first UA student to pass

meatball bakugo looks like hes about to explode

ok so i dont think alot of ua got out

that is not laser mcfrenchmen, its that clone girl

on one hand, i doubt all of them will pass, but on the other, it makes sense in like, story plot things, but yeah

okay i was wrong about laserboy

THEYRE DOING IT, LETSGO this is actually so cool

plot reasons one, everybody passed

azaiwa and joke is so funny, like he's trying to not go with joke's jokes but she laughs anyway

wait, who are the bystanders? oh ok

"large scale terrorist attack on insert city here" mara has no right to be this funny. but he is

loving the electrcity guy and stone guy and bakugo, specially electricity and stone, forgot their names though "why are you always folllowing me" "we just wanna"

that drum background music sounds cool

istg if we get more than one episode about uraraka and deku.

is that guy gonna be a villan in this thing?

theres a list of pros who look like villans and i want to see it, if there was one of heros who act like villans, i am forcibly putting nezu at no.1

Well this is an interesting introduction

oh God his email notification

Im slowly dying cause of the lack of subtitles today, dunno why (and I can't turn them on)

Oh hey, it's a special episode

I think it was midnight who killed almight. Or present mic.

So the police got there before Midnight I think

"This was actually some kind of love story!!" Bakugo, I like you cause of this now

almight going to 'ambush' deku is so silly, and his "hii" too

istg if the next episode isn't the island

I am mildly disappointed about this not being them going to the island

I need that passing list but in like, English

deku passed, dont think bakugo did

todoroki and bakugo are the only ones who didnt

all for one's gonna escape, calling it now

almights cape when he leaves though... dramtic bitch istg (who isnt in this)

deku vs bakugo??

its probably the middle of the night and aizawas still awake, no wonder hes always tired

this is very mixed message, fighting while saying that

my boy deku gained 3% well done, hes getting there. slowly but he's doing it

i would ask almight to give bakugo a hug, but i think thats not a good idea nevermind

Holy shit a new person, i think he's important, probably a villan

MHA universe google is called Moogle and thats funny

new guy has a voice in his head

okay whats this guys deal, he's being weird and he put a mask on, i think ive seen the mask before, dunno who he is though.

oh, his name's twice, i think he was in the training camp attack

i dont want joint classes, i can barely remember the main cast, i dont need more characters.

"the adorable small mammal you all know and love the principle" Nezu why, why are you like this

mr houndog sure is something

i dont belive mic was able to stay quiet for that long, dunno why but he does

theres people in the walls

earphone jack girl breaking the forth wall

oh hey, its mr face in walls

the guys quirk is turning peoples heads into potatos and its hillarious

my boy be one of the 'big 3' and is struggling, i think he's my favourite, i forgot his name. Tomiki amajiki. thats his name the girl with blue hair is neji rehado face in walls in miriyo

"thats called physics" okay he's my 2nd favourite (sorry tomiki)

grand torino is so blunt

okay, so theres a guy called overhaul, he's important, he was at the start with the plague doctor looking guys.

is the guy in the office related to ida, i think he is

ANYWAY, thats a wrap, my thoughts on the rest of S3, see you for the start of S4

[i-didnt-do-1t]

For you asking for writing prompts I’m a sucker for any Delancey redemption shit

Thanks! This was a fun one to work on, and there will be a part 2, it was starting to get a little long haha

the Delancey’s are awful and very fun to write, it’s interesting to try and work out how to write in terms of some kind of redemption while also keeping them in character- hopefully I achieved it - enjoy :)

In contrast to what most of the Newsies seemed to believe, Oscar didn’t spend most of his time skulking around in back alleys by the distribution centre.

He just happened to be taking a short cut through one back to the house to grab a pack of smokes when he came across the small body slumped against the wall.

It was the pool of blood around the person’s head, running through the cracks in the stone, and the small stature of the figure face down on the dirt street that made him stop.

Oscar approached the body slowly, and with the tip of his boot nudged the head to the side, just enough enough so he could see the face.

Shit.

“Hey Morris, c’mere a sec.”

“Jesus, first Weasel now you, can’t a guy just walk for one goddamn secon-“ he stopped short, a few feet behind Oscar, and a second later took a cautious step forward, tucking the rusted nail he’d found and had been using to dig dirt out from under his nails back in his pocket. “Ain’t that Jacob’s kid brother.”

“Yeah, I thought so.”

“Hard to tell when he’s not running his mouth.” Morris glanced to the kid, then met Oscar’s gaze again. He rolled his shoulder. “Do we give a shit?”

Oscar looked down again, and for a split second the kid’s body became someone more familiar, the dirty street their old kitchen floor, the pool of blood the one spilling between the tile cracks as it dripped from Morris’s nose.

Fuck.

Oscar frowned, elbowing his brother maybe a little sharply. “You want to go to prison for child murder?”

“What? No. But this weren’t us. And he ain’t dead.”

“You think any of them are gonna believe it weren’t us?”

Morris didn’t answer for second, refusing to look at him, frustration set in the harsh line of his clenched jaw. Another image of Morris, maybe age seven or eight sprawled on the ground, flashed behind Oscar’s eyelids when he blinked.

It took a second shove to the shoulder before Morris relented.

“Fine.” He said, shooting him a glare, and he nudged the kid, Les, (he was pretty sure) with his boot, waiting for some kind of reaction; satisfied when his eyelids twitched a little.

He paused for a moment and the silence was familiar to Oscar, that kind of quiet Morris went when he trying to work out if something was worth saying. Oscar didn’t interrupt, letting it settle over them till Morris got so uncomfortable he had to say whatever he was thinking. (Oscar knew this game. Had played it for years.)

“You think it was his da?”

Oscar shrugged. “Doubt it.”

Morris went quiet again. That particular quiet. Oscar watched as he stared at the kid for a few seconds and then glanced up at him before quickly averting his gaze again, tongue pushing at the inside of his cheek. “You reckon’ it was Davey?”

Oscar just raised an eyebrow.

Morris tilted his head to the side in something like a nod. “Right, course’ it wasn’t.”

“We should bring him back to ours.”

“Yeah m’sure Weasel ‘ill be thrilled.”

Oscar leaned down and grabbed the kids arm, he was light compared to the pallets of papers and easy to lift over his shoulder. He hoped that the kid wouldn’t drip blood onto his shirt but that was probably wishful thinking.

The kid’s hat lay soaking in his own blood on the street.

Oscar nodded toward it.

“You gonna help or what Morris.”

Morris’s jaw tensed again, but he grabbed the cap anyway, and shoved it in his pocket.

“If Weasel sees this it’s on your head.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, and readjusted the kid over his shoulder, “Ain’t it always.”

___

The flat was two minutes away, a beaten down ramshackle thing but it put a roof over their head and had two rooms which meant Weasel was in one while they got the other, and Weasel may have been a shit uncle to some degree but he mostly left them to their own devices when they weren’t in work, so they didn’t bother him either.

Les had been deposited on the bed in the corner, Oscar’s, given that Morris had adamantly refused to let the kid anywhere near his own.

“He ain’t bleeding over my stuff.”

“Like you ain’t got blood on a loada stuff. You get paid to kick the shit outta people.”

Morris threw his jacket at him. “Shut up. At least I’m paid for that.”

Maybe it was the way Oscar managed to dodge the jacket so it landed squarely on the kids chest instead that woke him up, or maybe their arguing. But regardless all at once a half-panicked, half-dazed, half-pained pair of eyes were blinking up at him.

Fuck.

Instead of dealing with it, he rounded on Morris. “You woke him up.”

Morris threw his hands up. “I thought you wanted ‘im awake!”

“Where am I?” Les’s voice sounded rough.

Oscar twisted his neck so harshly it cracked before he turned back around to face the kid. He looked bad, the blood from his nose had dried to a copper red colour, one that matched the dried blood on his split lips, and that really brought out the forming deep blues and blacks surrounding his left eye.

Then some spark passed through the kid’s eyes as he semi-pushed himself up onto his elbows, in fear or confusion Oscar wasn’t sure.

“The Delancey brothers.” The kid said, like he didn’t see them almost every goddamn morning.

For a second, the room was enveloped in an awkward silence, only broken by the sound of Morris’s footsteps across the creaking wooden floor, interrupted by the sound of his voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ. I’m going out for a smoke.”

He slammed the door behind him.

(Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/i-didnt-do-1t/721242872730566656/continuation-of-the-delancey-writing-prompt-enjoy)

[isca-tide]

6x09 aka you've got this just two more episodes left and each one has a great Chenford moment so it's on the up and up now. We've hit rock bottom, we can do this; says the very stable woman to herself. Grey is such a good protective dad. Tim, please. Honey. Okay so it's Lucy's birthday and aside from that card from Tim and Aaron's mention of a present, she gets literally nothing else. Maybe there's something off-screen. But nothing from John? He just waltzes in, there for Celina, and just not a little hap birf? He asks how she is and obviously didn't expect her to be honest. Doesn't offer her a hug or pat on the shoulder. A sympathetic 'I'm sorry, you've been through a lot lately, hey let's go get drinks and catch up after shift'. You're meant to be her friend, John. Agh. Okay, Angela earns points back for telling Lucy. She knows Lucy has been left out of so much and knows Lucy still cares about Tim. Hell, she knows Lucy still loves him. So Angela knows how important it is that Lucy know what happened this time. So yes, Angela, you get points back. Kudos. Also the fact that she seems to tell Lucy but Wesley wasn't aware? Or maybe he's surprised she's telling Lucy? Idk. And can I just with the sweet way Lucy says hi when she answers the phone? Actual sushine. No-one deserves her. No-one. Maybe Kojo but no-one else. But yes, Angela is slightly back in my good books for that. And a good mirror for telling Tim back in S2 about Lucy at the speed dating having a moment. Because she thought he'd want to know. Detective Lopez will always be the captain of this ship. I was ready to mutiny but I'll trust her at the helm a little longer. I need some Chenford teasing from her in S7 when she seems them back in a better place though. God, Lucy's face when Tim calls Nolan and not her. And it's because he's his union rep, Lucy knows that, but you can still see that hurt. Also, Nolan, where the fuck was her union rep during the shooting? HUH?! HUH?! Ahem. Charlie you're better than this client. Also Monica that dress might look vaguely fashionable but that is not a comfortable dress. At all. Not even like 1% comfortable. C'mon. Also your offices look like shit. Blair, I have zero pity for you. You absolutely deserve whatever comes your way. Do they have zero cameras in the parking lot? Or anywhere? Don't you go after Grey you asshole! Gaaah. Must protect my fictional babies. Baby Jackson is adorable as heck. I imagine invisible baby girl Wopez is too. God, Lucy is just too good for this world. She has so much resentment and anger and guilt and anxiety and pain inside of her and she pushes past it all to check on Tim. She knows he's going through hell and it's killing her to not to be able to support him. She knows, at the very least, he needs a hug. And Lucy hugs are magical.

Can we talk about Tim's face? He looks terrified. I also want to hazard that there is the barest hint of hope. For a second I really think he thought she might try to kiss him. Or maybe just hoped. It wouldn't have been good for either of them, but there's probably a part of him dying for her to kiss him. Just for a second. But the hug. Oh god the hug. He melts into it instantly. No hesitation. He's in her arms and surrounding her body with his own and he is gone. He's safe. It's a fleeting moment but he is safe. His eyes are closed and he just sinks into her so completely. "I am now" Oh my god. The way their voices both shake. The way she holds him even tighter and closes her eyes. For a second they can both forget the past few weeks/months ever happened. They're together and they're in each other's arms - the safest they've ever felt. And they both leave the hug at the same time. No-one initiates it ending. They're in sync and holding contact that extra secons. She fixes his collar. She's so gentle with him. Like she needs to be touching him too. The hug isn't just for him. She needs to know he's okay. Angela's eyes instantly going to Lucy when the door opens and staying on Lucy until Nyla takes her away. Also, girls, you're both still minus points for how you've treated Lucy. You can't go ignoring her after the detective's exam and everything else and then go dragging her into your UC op. Admit you need her. Admit you respect her. Admit she's good. Make it up to her. Got it? Good. Continue. Celina, absolute cutie. Also I will say fair play to Nolan for doing this for Tim. Wish we could see the same commitment to Lucy but I guess if situations were reversed then I'm sure everyone would go to bat for Lucy. They just let her down when it comes to her personal life and supporting her as a person. God I'd love to see them all go to bat for her. Nell! Oh, I read the best fic about Lucy and Tim sort of getting back together at Nell's wedding. We need a Nell wedding so we can have another Chenford dance please and thank you. How are you with kids? Nyla, stop breaking my headcanon of Lucy babysitting Lila and being an absolute angel around the station babies. Stop it. Also, minus points for both of you for not even giving Lucy the barest of sympathetic smiles or shoulder pats after she tells you about her still feeding her UC covers because she thought she'd make detective. The sad little smile when she tries to push aside her own feelings and disappointment. Because she doesn't want to burdern anyone with her feelings. MINUS POINTS. Bad friends! Bad colleagues! Charlie, can you just do a bad job at protecting Monica? Please? Can we have a Celina seance fic, please? God Lucy is so good at UC. Also my god how can she look so good in literally every outfit and with every hairstyle? Also those kids are fucking adorable. Lucy underselling her language skills for a UC cover because then they'd be sus at how perfect she is. Any fics where Tim finds out Lucy's gone UC at Bautista's and goes a little feral on Angela and Nyla because there's a leak in the station and her cover could already be blown? Though at this point I don't think Lopez and Harper are aware of that, but still, he's doing a frantic spiral. That he didn't get to speak to her beforehand. That he has no involvement in her UC op and he's terrified of being in the dark about it? Grey raising his voice YES. Oscar I'm enjoying you a lot less because you're always attached to Monica now. Sorry. Lucy literally an amazing babysitter. She is actually the best. Ugh. Monica. Just leave. I would happily trade a million Bailan scenes to have no more Monica. Wanna say thank you to Lucy for risking everything going undercover again with Monica fully aware of who she is? No? Minus points, ladies. Smitty, just hold onto your phone. Please. The bare minimum. Blair, shut up. Never wanted anyone to get hurt. Bullshit.

[rosignoelle]

mckirk rec list

Some of my favourites from this pairing, in order of increasing word count. All of the fics listed here are aos inspired (i’m a total spirk shipper when it comes to tos but mckirk has my heart for the aos).

where i lay my hat

Rating: G

Word Count: 5k

“If Bones wants to spend a ridiculous amount of his own salary keeping an empty apartment, then by all means.”

Jim accidentally moves in with Bones over the course of several shore leaves. The relationship progression is lovely.

and i can lend you all my broken parts that might fit (like this)

Rating: E

Word Count: 17k

“Academy Era. First they fall into bed. Then they fall in love”

A study in intimacy.

blueshift

Rating: E

Word Count: 22k

“When Leonard shows up at Starfleet Academy, he wonders just how drunk he was when he met with the recruiter. He has no friends, misses his kid, and if drowning his sorrows doesn't kill him, PT will. Then he meets Jim Kirk again.”

This is probably one of my favourite depictions of a character with depression. A little rushed towards the end, but very well written overall.

Better Strangers

Rating: E

Word Count: 23k

“When Leonard McCoy moves to San Francisco it's to start a new life. Something different from his old life. That means putting up with Starfleet policies, combat classes, idiot hospital employees and Jim Kirk.”

Major focus on Bones working as a doctor, which I love, and the characterizations feel spot on! The ending is a little abrupt.

Denial

Raring: E (teen until the last chapter)

Word Count: 26k

“Denial or, 5 times Bones touched Jim when he wouldn't know, and one time he did. When Leo bumped into the kid at the bar, he never knew that he'd met the one who would save him from his loneliness.”

This is written in a stream of consciousness style which plays out very well. A very sensual piece.

Old Man and the Enterprise

Rating: M

Word Count: not listed but probably ~30k

“The life and times of James T. Kirk and Leonard H. McCoy; a series of short scenes which start on shore leave and end in the indefinable future.”

This is not a sad fic by any means, but it feels mournful and yearning and lovely. gorgeous allusions to literature throughout.

This Business of Art

Rating: M (maybe T+)

Word Count: 46k

“Art culture modern AU mystery --- “Listen, Jim, I don’t know what you’re trying to do. Whether it’s taking the skeletons out of your closet or resurrecting some lost essence your father possessed…it’s not going to work.” He leveled his gaze upon Jim’s own, “It will only bring about more pain and upset everyone you love while you’re at it.” – the problem was, Jim thought, in this world of art and business who did he love, friend or foe?”

It’s a murder mystery and and art AU all in in one! I adore how this author adapted canon tidbits to their AU. Great use of foreshadowing.

Touch and Go (Right in Front is You)

Rating: M

Word Count: 48k

“Four days. That's now long Leonard had known Jim. Four days and eight train rides, during which they'd shared three thermoses of tea, several pints of beer, a handful of snacks and texts, and a red and white tin of mints that started the whole fucking thing.”

This is a great story— the author lived in the area where the story is set, which contributes to the gorgeous world building. It also has a nice focus on friendship and an ensemble cast!

the violence of comets

Rating: T

Word Count: 57k

“Jim has never once, in his life, believed in love. He wears his bare skin with only his own tattoo circling his ankle as a badge of honor. He meets a man named Leonard McCoy on a shuttle in Riverside, Iowa who believes exactly the opposite.”

A very cute AU with a nice focus on building trust.

Love, Like Ghosts

Rating: E

Word Count: 64k

“This is several stories, not just the story of Jim & Bones' epic romance.

Jim's story. "Most would think defeating the Narada was my greatest triumph, but those closest to me know the truth. The Narada was a distant third. My last Kobayashi Maru comes in second-- and not for the reasons you'd think. The first, well..."

Chris's story. "I reached a certain age and thought I knew exactly who I was and what I wanted out of life. Then I walked into an Iowa bar and realized I wasn't the person I thought I knew. Not even close..."

Leonard's story. "You know that story? the one where Pike meets Kirk and there's mentoring and bonding and they tiptoe through the tulips into happily ever? Well, this ain't it. Dipshit."”

The characters are so wonderfully flawed in this fic, it feels like a psychological piece in the best way.

visions

Rating: M

Word Count: 65k

“Jim and Bones met in high school. music was something they shared from the start. Over the years after they parted ways, they find each other again and again, and wonder if there will ever be some version of the future where the two of them can be together”

This is tagged as a high school au, but is primarily set during adulthood. A great example of non-linear storytelling, and a happy ending guaranteed!

Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe

Rating: E

Word Count: 70k

“From Variety, June 2008:

Pavel Chekov ("Charlie X") and Gaila ("Bread and Circuses") have joined the cast of small budget drama "That Which Survives," funded by Fleet's indie arm Academy and supervised by Nyota Uhura.The debut feature from longtime script doctor Leonard McCoy, former show runner on sitcom "Three to Tango," centers on a college student coping with his father's terminal cancer. Chekov plays the son, Gaila the nurse. The father is yet to be cast. Also attached are director James T. Kirk and producer Spock, the team behind the blockbuster spy-girl franchise starring Carol Marcus, the latest of which, "A Taste of Armageddon," opened last month. (A modern-day Hollywood AU.)”

The romance definitely takes the back burner here, which suits the realistic vibe of the fic. the storytelling is really well done.

En Promenade

Rating: E

Word Count: 73k

“After three months of weekend bar-hopping and a slow process of elimination -- with finding the right bar, that was, and tragically not discovering who Bones was into -- Jim was starting to narrow it down. Bones was actively scowling less, which seemed like a good sign, but Jim still didn’t quite have it right, and lo, he was determined.”

It’s the dancing fic. One of my all-time favourites, this is an excellent academy-era fic with a plot that manages to be both absolutely insane but incredibly compelling.

Friends with all my Demons

Rating: E

Word Count: 93k

“Someone has to teach Jim Kirk how to take care of himself, ‘cause he sure as hell isn’t picking it up on his own.”

A gorgeous academy-era slow burn, strong focus on medicine and how bones balances being jim’s doctor and his friend which was really nice to read.

Catching Fire (The Firehouse AU)

Rating: E

Word Count: 137k

“21st Century fire department AU. Paramedic Leonard McCoy flees a disastrous break-up in Savannah and ends up working at a fire department in Iowa.”

The character development in this fic is exquisite, and Bones makes for a great unreliable narrator which allows for some great set ups.

Two Men and a Motorbike

Rating: E

Word Count: 150k

Alternate Link AO3 Link

“One of the few constants in James Kirk's life the last three years has been his best friend, Leonard McCoy. After saving Earth from a bunch of crazy time-traveling Romulans, Jim & Bones find out what happens when best friends cross the line between friendship and something more after a late night ride on Jim's motorbike. There are good times and bad times, and times that are just plain complicated.”

A post-Narada academy fic that’s simultaneously a total romp and wonderfully endearing. Also has a 60k sequel with an emotionally mature depiction of two (admittedly fucked up) individuals navigating a romantic relationship.

Switch

Rating: E

Word Count: 230k

“The life and times of Leonard H. McCoy MD/PhD … If Leonard McCoy's life could get any fucking weirder, it would be … Jesus, he didn't even want to think what that could possibly mean, because it's already been too fucking weird to make any kind of rational sense. A Starfleet Academy story, set in the ST:XI universe.”

For me this is THE mckirk fic. The storytelling is so seductive. It’s beautifully written and the characters are deeply compelling.

[kariachi]

Who wants nearly 3500 words of Kevin and Irene's first meeting and date?

Doesn't matter, you're getting it anyway, they're precious.

~~

“Oh, that’s a good one!”

It was probably a good thing that Kevin started at the statement, his shrink would have things to say about ‘getting past the need for hyper-awareness’, but he still felt like a fucking idiot. Adjusting his grip on the book in his hand, he turned his attention to the Lenopan who had just a few minutes ago joined him in the aisle. Done up in contrasting colors like a poison dart frog, they seemed to have realized they’d said that out loud and retracted their mass in embarrassment.

“I hope so,” he found himself saying, “the selection out here’s normally pretty crap.” That was the problem with moving to a new station, if there were stores for something it was probably only one and it probably was casting a wide net. With a galaxy so varied as the Milky Way, that meant it was harder to find, say, any one book that fit your tastes.

“Tell me about it,” they said, desaturation rolling swiftly over their body. “Irveh has an amazing grasp of words though, and the poems were written in Gal Standard so you don’t get any of the issues that come with translations.” Kevin blinked. He hadn’t known that, and it definitely affected his opinion.

“Awesome. Translating’s rough, I know, but fuck is it nicer to read something in the original language.”

“You lose something in the cultural differences,” they said with a bob of the head, “but not in language ones. Seriously though, the one on page… Frick… Can I?” Reaching out a bit of mass, they gratefully accepted the book and flipped to the table of contents in the back. “Yes! Page sixty-two. I spent at least five minutes splayed out on the floor, you’d think I’d been dropped there.”

“Probably shouldn’t read it now then, huh?”

“I can guard the aisle for you.” Kevin gave a snorting laugh as he took the book back, prompting a chuckle from the Lenopan.

“Wouldn’t waste your time.”

“Lucky you, there's next to nothing here worth sorting through so I have it to spare.” Their colors shifted to something a touch more desaturated. “I want to support local businesses, but…” Huffing a sigh, Kevin nodded.

“But they gotta at least try to meet a fucker halfway.”

“At least we’ve got a bookstore though,” the Lenopan admitted with a sigh. “I keep having to order my art supplies on the ethernet and that gets expensive.” Immediately Kevin’s interest was piqued. He’d been enjoying the conversation before, but didn’t meet other artists in person very often. Mostly because he’d only begun openly working on his art again when he moved out there and, well, no supply store to meet people at. Tucking the book under his arm, he smiled widely at them.

“What sorta art do you do?” Their colors shifted again, richening with the new topic.

“Photography and painting, sometimes sketchwork. Most of my stuff is digital anymore but, sometimes you just need to slap some paint on a canvas, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Not specifically paint, but he knew. “I got back into sculpting a few years ago and depending on what I’m making getting new materials is a fucking bitch.” Metals he could do, there was a place for parts on the outer rim of the station, but wood, glass, stone? All had to be ordered in if he didn’t want to pull from preexisting work.

“Oh? I haven’t met a sculptor since college. What mediums do you work in?”

“Mostly metal and stone, you’d be amazed what you can do with that stuff, and some of the colors you can get.” Whoever had said stone was just boring grey had been an idiot and possibly colorblind. The Lenopan bobbed their head again.

“I’ve had to do metallics on commission before, the range can be amazing.” Kevin chuckled with a nod.

“And I’m guessing that was without heat treatments. Steel does awesome stuff over a fire.”

“Really? Cool! I’d love to see, if you have pictures?” Without even a second thought- and wouldn’t that hit him later, that he hadn’t had a second though about getting close- Kevin pulled out his tablet and went searching for a piece as he moved to their side. Eventually he settled on a butterfly Rad had commissioned for his mother, colored in a host of yellows, blues, and purples.

It struck him, as they ooed and ahhed over his work- far more than he felt it deserved, he could see a million problems he wished he could reach into the picture and fix- that he didn’t know who the fuck this was. They were a painter and a photographer who liked poetry and was also annoyed with the lack of shopping options on the station, that was it. But here he was, showing off his art. For a moment the thought that not having names was good darted across his mind like a spooked deer, but he shoved it back.

“Kevin Levin, by the way,” he said. “Pronouns he/him/his.” The Lenopan’s attention was pulled from commending the detail he’d managed to Kevin himself. They tilted their head, just slightly, and a ripple of discordant color change flashed over their body.

“Middle name Tevin, maybe Jevin?” He snorted.

“Ethan.” There was enough quiet for a heartbeat before they broke into gurgling chortles.

“Kevin E. Levin,” they said, “the man is a pun.”

“What can I say-” Kevin grinned and shrugged- “-I’ve got good taste.”

“Yes, you do,” they continued to laugh, something going light in Kevin’s chest at the approval. Before the pun had been his mom’s choice and so he’d been pitied, but anymore people, sometimes affectionately, judged him for keeping it. “Irene Beyer, pronouns she/her/hers.” Ah, one of the Earth population. The head tilt had had him wondering, he didn’t know if it was a general Lenopan thing. But there were more important things, like the name being familiar.

“'Irene'. Like, ‘Princess and the Goblin’ Irene?” She perked up like she’d just won a prize, tendrils wriggling, colors going wild and bold.

“Yes! Exactly! Nobody ever knows it!”

“It was everywhere when I was little,” he said. The Princess and the Goblin, plus its sequel, were among the books his mom used to read to him, and his dad had of course been going to buy him the movie where singing and music held the power that saved the day. “I don’t think I’ve ever met somebody whose name was pronounced like that though.” Irene drew herself up proudly.

“Well, somebody other than you had to have taste.” Feeling that much more comfortable, Kevin burst into snorting laughter, Irene following behind with her gurgling tones. More than likely they attracted the attention of anyone else in the small store at that point, but neither gave any indication of noticing or caring. As they died down, Irene sunk back into herself, colors toning down. Her tendrils kept wriggling though.

“Um… It’s getting to get that time,” she said, “…can I buy you lunch?” As he caught his breath, Kevin considered the offer. When was the last time he’d been on a date that hadn’t involved him flirting out of hunger prior to it? Since leaving Gwendolyn he’d been a lot more focused on his mental health than on his love life and only had a sparse few attempts at relationships. But, he was enjoying himself, Irene seemed nice, and most importantly he was comfortable.

Standing tall, he grinned down at her.

“Lead the way.”

~~

Did he shoplift the book rather than waste time not talking to her? Yes. Did she say anything about it? No.

~~

They ended up at one of the annoying number of restaurants on the station in comparison to things like art supply stores. An Appoplexian place that sold the most unctuous braised meat Kevin’d had outside of Osmosian cooking and a fried fish so hard you had to soak it in soup or crack it like bone. He ordered both sorts plus the meat- he'd gone hungry too often in his youth to pass up a chance to load on calories and no matter what anyone said any pudge he managed was a gift- while Irene went for the meat, soupy fish, and something akin to a British pudding Kevin had never bothered to try.

“So,” Irene asked as their waiter, a young Lewodan, left with their orders, “um, what do you do for work?” In a heartbeat Kevin decided to have some fun.

“I’m a spy,” he said, pulling on all his con experience to not grin while he did it. Not that it mattered, it was a wild lie and Irene smirked as she leaned partly over the table.

“Why do I not believe you?”

“Just an untrusting soul, I guess.” He shook his head sorrowfully as he said it. “Major character flaw.” She just chuckled.

“If you get to be a spy, then I get to be a model.” Snorting, Kevin let the smile back out.

“I bet you’ve been in every major magazine.” Irene hummed.

“I mean, technically… My work has been in a lot.”

“Wait, really?" Kevin was honestly a little impressed. “What sorta work?”

“I’ve done some freelance photography,” she said, drawing in again, “but most of the time it’s just ads and things. I’m a graphic designer by trade so… Most of what I put out is logos and posters, stuff like that. I do commissions on the side sometimes though.”

“Cool. Remind me to buy something off you sometime.” Snorting, Irene flashed brighter colors for an instant.

“At least see my art first.” She pulled out a tablet- from where Kevin had never asked Lucy and didn’t intend to ask her- and poked through it a moment before sliding it across the table at him. He couldn’t help a small whistle as he flipped through the folder she’d brought up. She clearly played heavily with mixing colors, outside of a few simpler pieces he assumed were day-job related, and seemed to prefer broad, textured strokes. A closer look showed a propensity towards swirls that he vaguely remembered maybe being a facet of traditional Lenopan art? One pair of nearly identical images felt entirely different because, he realized, one using swirls and curves to give it a lightness and sense of movement while the other felt heavier and still with only, in truth, straight lines.

“Yeah, I’m buying something,” he said, flashing his throat as he gave the tablet back. “You’re good.”

“I- Thank you,” she said, stowing the tablet away again. “I’ve been drawing and painting for as long as I can remember. Even went to school for it.”

“I considered that,” Kevin said, “but I never ended up doing college so…” He shrugged. Gwendolyn had encouraged him to go, but the only things he was interested in learning more of had been the arts, which he had been uncomfortable engaging with openly at the time. It had all felt very private, and he’d known that Gwendolyn would have expected to, insisted on, being allowed to engage with his work. When he’d left he’d moved to the Saturn Station and, well, it wasn’t worth the effort of ethernet classes, even if he was already doing therapy that way. “Mostly I do engineering, some writing and sculpting on the side.” He chuckled. “I’ve been considering combining the sculpting and the machines. When I was little I always wanted to do practical effects like in movies, the animatronics and stuff. Figure it can’t hurt to give it a try.”

“You should! If that butterfly was any indication you’re really good at the sculpting part, and if you’re engineering without a degree you’ve got to be good at that too. You could be the next big thing!” Irene’s colors got more saturated as she went, perking up and tendrils going again.

“Can you imagine,” Kevin laughed. “Finally make a fucking name for myself.” Outside of the crime, at least. Irene didn't have to know about the crime. If things got serious she’d have to, but he had no intention of scaring her off just yet. “Not getting recognized isn’t so bad though. I’ve got buddies everybody knows and they’re always bitching about it. Well, expect for Argit, but he could turn a mosquito bite into a mountain, get a publishing deal for being the first one on it, and get me to write the book for him.” Chortling as their drinks arrived, Irene mirrored him in a polite ‘thank you’ before asking

“Why do I think I’d like him?”

“He’s a complete asshole,” he said, taking a long sip of his soda as she dipped some of her mass into her own to soak it up. “He’s also my oldest friend, first mate, and the most reliable guy I know on a personal level so long as his tail’s not on the line.” Her head tilted again, slight tension in her mass.

“‘First mate’?” Oh, he hadn’t even been thinking…

“I don’t have kids,” Kevin assured, “not yet at least, but…” For a moment he questioned whether to admit to being Osmosian. The information wasn’t hard to find, but well over a decade of people enslaving him had made him wary. He’d started this though, and he wanted to trust her. “I’m Osmosian, we take a lot of mates at a time, share rights and responsibility for any kids. Sorta we’re married? Not like, legally but...” The tension drained away, tendrils giving a wriggle.

“We do the same sort of thing, but it’s not considered a marriage of any kind and sires don’t really have a right to their children.” That made things so much easier.

“Is there anybody I should know about?”

“Not right now,” she said. “I’ve always been kind of… wary, with my dating choices.”

“And you went for me?!?” Clapping a hand over his mouth, Kevin went red. He had not intended to say that aloud. Even if it was a valid question. He'd seen himself. Irene tucked herself away again.

“You seem nice, and fun, funny, smart. And unlikely to try to murder any of my other suitors.” For a long moment, Kevin was silent, mouth hanging open.

“I will try not to- did that actually happen to you?!”

“Not to me,” Irene said, her colors evening out as she leaned in, Kevin mirroring her as was proper with gossip, “but my uncle’s other brother’s cousin. She started seeing a human Plumber and her other suitor lost his shit. I mean, yeah he was a Plumber and this was right at the end of the whole feud, and the only other human I know of that courted a member of our community was a complete asshole, but still. Bit of an overreaction to somebody deciding to be serious with somebody.” As she spoke, things clicked into place in Kevin’s mind.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Lucy Mann, would you?” She went still, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“Yessss.” Figured.

“Yeah, the human side of that family can be iffy. My clan and my mom’s are this far from starting a feud with them themselves.” Irene sighed.

“I wish I was surprised. I mean, she did follow in her grandpa’s footsteps and become a Plumber of all things. People are still talking about it, the only positive comparison to her I’ve ever gotten is I don’t associate with them.” Kevin cringed.

“How close does it have to be to be ‘associating’?” She slumped.

“Tell me you’re not a Plumber.”

“I'm not,” he assured her, “I was pressured into becoming one like a decade ago but I only lasted like three months before I quit. Couldn’t do it, nearly ate my boss.” A chuckle, a good sign. “I’ve got like five relatives who used to be Plumbers too, but the only one who didn’t quit was my dad and he both died and only joined because he’d received a holy vision about dying.” Her eyes went wide.

“Damn.”

“Yep.”

“And the others?”

“My mom joined as a mole for her gang after they threatened to toss her in prison and quit after my dad died, my other mom joined normally but quit after like six years when she found another job she could feed my brother with that wasn’t morally bankrupt, my brother joined because he wanted to be like mom and dad and quit when his partner died, hated every minute of the job, and my cousin Molly joined as a mole to keep an eye on that side of Lucy’s family because I was dating one, quit as soon as we broke up.”

“I repeat, damn.” Irene heaved a sigh. “If this lasts my family is going to throw their biggest fit yet.” Kevin snorted despite himself.

“So, we’re good, despite the history?” She drew herself up, colors going monotone in seriousness.

“Depends, what’s your opinion on the Plumbers as a whole?” Oh that was easy, his opinion had been drug around a while as life battered him in every direction, but in the end…

“Corrupt, ineffectual, bigoted by design, untrustworthy. Looking back, I can’t believe I dated someone who liked them nonetheless became one.” He chalked it up to just how shit his mental health had been at the time, combined with social pressure and expectations from the Tennysons. Whatever the cause of the base issue, his words caused tension to fall off Irene in buckets this time, color returning to her mass as she gave him a smile.

“Then we’re good, as long as that’s the case. And you’re okay knowing my family’s probably never going to like you as a result.” Kevin shrugged.

“I’ve been hated for worse reasons. How often can I expect it to come up?”

“Well, I moved out here,” she said, throwing a gaze around the place, “and they’re still on Earth, so… For my species, this is about two steps from just disowning them entirely.”

“So, they’re assholes.”

“They’re assholes.” Nodding, Kevin sat back in his seat and took another sip of his drink.

“Okay. Assholes I can deal with.” He smiled at her. “Promise as long as you treat me well you’ll probably make a good impression on my family.” Irene gave her gurgling chortle again.

“But will I make a good impression on your mate?” Kevin snorted, perking as the waiter headed over with their food.

“Treat me well and buy him jewelry, you’ll be set.” The table became awash with ‘thank you’s alongside pleased rumbles and purrs as lunch arrived. Immediately Irene downed her pudding with a slow swallow he could only describe as luxurious, while Kevin set to work tearing his meat into pieces he could lay over his fish. “So, got any pets?” Her colors dimmed slightly.

“No, I’m in one of the blocks that doesn’t allow them. I’d trade one of my sisters for one though. I have three, it's fine.”

“Lucky them I’ve got a baskurr, then, huh,” he chuckled, warming at the way she perked back up.

“See, I knew asking you out was a good move-”

~~

Kevin could feel a deep purr rolling in his stomach alongside lunch as the two of them exchanged contact information. It had been a while since he’d been on a proper date, and longer still since he’d been on a date with somebody he took to this readily and this fondly. Irene’d was fun, sweet, so smart, and aside from the brief Plumber situation hadn’t judged him on a single thing. Even eating that fish like it was a cracker. It had been nice, chill, in a way that still felt fresh when it happened.

Certainly didn’t hurt he was even then thinking of what he would use to get the rich, bold colors she was showing in a piece.

“Call you tomorrow,” he asked, mindful of the plans she’d mentioned that evening and the nap she intended to go home and take.

“Text me,” she said, “my schedule can get weird and, it’s just easier that way.” Nodding, Kevin stowed his tablet away and gave her a smile he hoped warmed her like the pleased wriggling of her tendrils did him.

“‘kay, I’ll make sure to.” With a not-negligible amount of effort he took a step back. “See ya, Princess. Sleep tight.”

“I’ll try to avoid any peas,” she chortled with a little shake of her head. “See ya, Kevin.”

The smile wouldn’t leave his face as he turned and walked away, heading for the rim of the station on a few more errands. He already wanted to see her again. But no, she had things to do, he had things to do, and he didn’t want to come off as creepy. He could wait, text her maybe around dinner, just to say hi. There was a Khoron romantic drama playing in a few days, he could invite her out to see it with him, pay her back for lunch. Until then he had errands, projects, and a brand-new book to read.

He got the feeling he was going to love it.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Dappleflint

Aliases / Nicknames: Momma

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: bisexual-demi

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed sister, two unnamed brothers, Parsleykit (son)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unnamed apprentice

Clan: Windclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills to avenge her son

Number of Victims: 6

Number of Murders: 6

Murder Method: poisoning

Known Victims: Antkit, Cinderkit, Hootkit, Lavenderkit, Smallkit, Flarekit

Victim Profile: those who caused her son’s death, her son’s bullies, kits

Cause of Death: broken jaw, crushed by a tractor

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story:

Spoiler warning: this story is based on the subplot of The Orphanage

--

The second Parsleykit entered the world, Dappleflint felt an overpowering love that could have had her bouncing on her feet seconds after his birth. Her purrs practically shook the nursery, and she would do nothing but stare as he nursed and slept.

So overwhelmed with love for her kit, it hadn’t registered that her son looked different, and she didn’t understand why cats who came to visit would give him strange looks. 

They were being dramatic, she knew. Sure, the right side of his face was underdeveloped, his eye hidden beneath a layer of skin, and his ear shriveled and sunken in, but it was just a face! If they heard his voice, listened to his adorable snores or the way he told her that he loved her, they would never think about his peculiar face again.

The adults were smart enough to whisper out of Dappleflint’s earshot, but kits weren’t so kind. There were two litters born close to Parsleykit, one only a moon older than him, and the other half a moon younger. 

They refused to play with Parsleykit, and when they were pressured to, they would use games to tease him. 

Dappleflint learned to never take her eyes off of her son, as she had to protect him from the other kits many times. Once, in the few times she had rested her eyes, he ran from the camp. Following his trail, she found him by the stream in a abandoned rabbit burrow, hiding from the others.

Upset over his face, he begged her to help him cover it. Dappleflint hated that her son wanted to hide his face, but she couldn’t stand to see him suffering. Maybe if they couldn’t see the deformed part of him, they wouldn’t tease him. So she wrapped the right side of his face with leaves. 

It seemed to have worked, the kits were nicer. Exhausted from watching Parsleykit for practically every second of everyday for three moons, she felt she could finally rest.

She would regret that choice until her very last moon and beyond. Awakened by thunder, she woke and found her son missing. Panicking, she searched all around the camp until one of the guilty kits told her what had happened.

They wanted to play a prank on Parsleykit, and took him out of the camp with them to ‘explore.’ In reality, it was a trick to get him alone so that Dappleflint couldn’t punish them when they forcibly took off his leaves.

Embarrassed, Parsleykit had run away to hide. Furious and worried, Dappleflint darted from the camp, racing across the moor so quickly, she practically flew across the grass. She knew where to look, her heart flipping in her chest. 

Of course she was afraid a fox or other predator would get him, but her main worry was the rain. It had been raining non-stop for the quarter-moon, and if Parsleykit hid away by the stream....

Her worst nightmare was confirmed. 

With his face uncovered, Parsleykit hid away in the abandoned rabbit’s burrow, which quickly flooded with water. Parsleykit, her son, her light, had drowned.

They had killed him.

Finding out he had died, they were distraught, but whether or not they felt guilty didn’t matter. They killed her son!

They never treated him as an equal, always picking on him figuratively and literally. Not only did they ruin his life, but they had to take it as well! He died alone, away from camp and his mother, probably crying and terrified! 

He might have lived if they had spoken up the second he ran away, but they kept silent for fear of getting in trouble. One kit of the six spoke up, just one!

Dappleflint couldn’t let it go. She would kill them. She would make them suffer, as he did, afraid and away from their mothers. 

She took them out of the camp to ‘explore,’ the same trick they had used on Parsleykit. It was an adventure, traveling over the hills and across tussocks. When they were all tired, she gave them a rabbit as a gift for doing such a good job, keeping up along the land with a warrior.

She watched with dark satisfaction as they writhed and coughed. There was no joy as she buried their bodies, only the feeling of a mission accomplished. 

Her secret lasted well into her senior days. 

One day, the bodies were uncovered. Dappleflint wasn’t sure how, but once they were, the warrior who uncovered them, Lichenpool, knew Dappleflint’s secret. Enraged by the horrible act, she chased Dappleflint across the border, and onto the farm where the she-cat was caught beneath the paws of a field monster.

Additional Information:

--I HIGHLY recommend watching The Orphanage (2007). Like it says above, this is only the subplot. The main plot is so good, especially if you don’t know the twist (which I sadly did before going in) (really the twist is so good and so heart-wrenching). It’s in another language (Spanish), but I’m sure you can watch it with subtitles somewhere.

--Hootkit and Cinderkit were in the oldest litter, while Antkit and Flarekit just behind them, and Lavenderkit, and Smallkit were the younger one.

--I’m thinking maybe the kits were lost spirits or something (or just wanted justice) and lead to their bodies. That’s why Lichenpool knew who had killed them even though the bodies themselves would have little to no evidence. Maybe she had a vision.

EDIT: she was possibly born the day the kits died, explaining her connection.

[luxu-loveskh]

I should make proper notes of my ninjago au

so notes for my au:

Lets start with the situations the ninjas are in (might change)

Kai- Fire monarch

Lives far up near a blacksmith village inside a stone labrynth

"Blesses" the village with neverending flames so that they can do their crafts

Probably the one with me most built story so far

Lloyd- Master of the monestary of spinjitzu (missing,kinda)

Many know him as the master of the monestary but he went missing years ago

???-Golden oni(ok its obvious who this is but i like writing things in q mysterious way)

Leader of a "gang"

Many fear him

not many know him

He travels the world in search of the Missing Ninja even if he partially believes for them to be gone

yet one day he stumbled upon a person who reminds him alot of an ninja....

Jay- Frozen in endless ice

or

Currently smth like a sky god?

Not sure yet

Nya- Also frozen in ice or Teacher of martial arts in a town

If teacher then shes known as the immortal water spirit

Cole- Was frozen (100% wint change) but then found and freed by researchers

He ended up breaking out the lab he was stuck in and now is a street artist

Tries to tell stories of ninjago with his art qnd deal with the suppressive rules of the city he woke up in

A strange guy has been watching him for a while

he seems familiar

Zane- Had an accident with his powers years ago

His body is now part of q guard in zhe city cole is in

His memory drive and og energy source was found by a technician who built him a nrw but small body

Mini zane is made out of Vengestone

Do to the fact that the emperoe in charge of the biggest city made everyone belive it wards of evil (which is technically directed to Golden oni who i will call G.O. from now on vengestone doesnt actually work on G.O. btw)

Morro(i love him)-Elemental spirit

After his death he awoke in the realm of the departed And chose to partake in a Test that could give him a secon chance in live

But he also found a weakened ver of garmadon who he chose to take the test for aswell

rules of the test: it 1 person does it for themselves they get a second chance as what they where originally, if 1 person does it for themselves and someone else they get a second chance as a different being and the person they do it for get a chance to live as whaz they where originally

so when morro did the test for him and garmadon he became an elemtal spirit/special type of elemental dragon

Garmadon(Dragon)-the weakened ver of garmadon(Oni)

the version left behind from when Garmadon(oni) was revived by harumi

Even weakened he wants to find lloyd

qnd maybe the part of himself he lost

Hes back to live because of morro but unsure where morro is now