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seeingivy · 1 year ago

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Omg can u do a one shot where reader goes to the eras tour with Gojo??

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

satoru gojo x f!reader

an: this didn't mesh well as a one shot when I wrote it, so i hope this mix of blurbs and headcanons is ok <3 also, this is for a very specific audience, feel free to ignore on your dash!!!

satoru gojo, in his infinite knowledge and wisdom, is first exposed to the eras tour when you ask him to sign up for a presale code

“wait, so. you just want me to sign up for all the dates?” satoru asks, voice echoing through your phone speaker. “yes, make sure that you verify your ticketmaster account and everything now. and then when you do that, send me a picture so i can make sure you did it right.” you respond. “it’s not rocket science, babe. i’m sure i can figure out how to do it.” satoru grumbles, as you hear typing on the other end of the line. “just take the picture when you’re done.” “was this that important that you had to call me while I was at work?” “babe. this is taylor swift. of course it was.” “right.”

the fated day of buying tickets come and you and satoru are literally hiding from your bosses in the corner of your office - laptops pulled up and anxiously watching the queue

you're both nervously watching the numbers get smaller and smaller, nervous hands open on a twitter tab that's talking about people getting kicked out of the line, locked out, or being told that the tickets are already all gone

but by the grace of god, satoru's laptop goes through first and he manages to bag the two of you floor tickets and you're in

you climb into bed, pushing the hair off of satoru’s head to give him a kiss on the forehead, before you tuck yourself into the sheets and nestle into his arms. “sweetheart.” “hm?” “can i ask you a question? you don’t have to say yes.” he asks, voice all uncharacteristically shy. you prop yourself up on his bare chest, trying to discern the look on his face in the dark, as you nod. “can i go to the concert with you?” and when you see the little frowny face he has on, you can’t help but laugh at the entire ordeal, at the satoru gojo begging you to take him to a taylor swift concert. and when you start laughing, he starts grumbling, turning his surely pink face away from you. “shut up.” “oh my god, toru. you’re so cute, you know that?” “i’m glad my misery is adorable to you.” “I’d love if you would come to the concert with me. on one condition.” “what’s that?” “you have to learn all the lore and listen to the songs before we go. i’m not about to be that girl standing next to the guy who doesn’t know the surprise songs on the floor.” “okay. what’s a surprise song?” you press your fingers against his lips and place a kiss on his cheek. “all in good time.”

you make a game plan for satoru, color coded and planned out, for him to learn everything you want him to know

you break it down for him era by era, asking him to first listen to the album and send you his reviews - and then explaining important key details that he would need to know

and it evolves so fast, because he gets more and more excited as he goes on, texting you his thoughts at work

he just needs a reason to not do work, but he gets REALLY REALLY INTO IT

satoru: YOU’RE GAY. you: no? i don’t think so satoru: i’m singing picture to burn babe, be quiet satoru: if the way i loved you is country music, slap a flannel and a cowboy hat on me because i am FLOORED. ABSOLUTE BANGER. you: PLEASE ARE YOU LISTENING AT WORK??? satoru: mind your own business. satoru: also, who is mr. perfectly fine about? you: joe jonas. satoru: she dated joe jonas? you: no satoru, she dated barack obama. yes, she dated joe jonas. satoru: well now i hate him. he’s so rude. satoru: THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THATTTT NIGHT you: last night when you ate my leftovers? satoru: that wasn’t me you: sure. satoru: is dear john about john mayer? you: yes. we don’t like him. satoru: fuck yeah we don’t. SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN??? JOHN, JOHN WHEN I CATCH YOU satoru: babe if you ever break up with me ill go sleep on the highway you: ok?? I wasn’t planning on it satoru: do not EVER give me a reason to relate to last kiss i will actually do something dangerous you: why did shoko just send me a picture of you with your head down on your desk at work? satoru: babe please don’t talk to me rn. i just listened to all too well and i am inconsolable. you: wait till you watch the short film. satoru: PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JAKE GYLLENHAL ALEX THE LION FROM MADAGASCAR WHEN I GET YOU. you: ok satoru. pipe down. satoru: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET you: i feel like im creating a monster. satoru: I WANT YOU FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER BROKE YOUR HEART ILL PUT IT BACK TOGETHER satoru: just finished reputation. many thoughts you: oh??? satoru: one. can we get frisky to dress? two. I am buying you a necklace with my initial on it. three. king of my heart is my favorite song so far. four. CAN WE GET FRISKY TO DRESS. five. kanye west, when I get you. you: satoru. you are at work. please focus. satoru: i know that’s a yes. satoru: just listened to lover. I am inconsolable and i love this white woman. DAYLIGHT??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. LOVER??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. PAPER RINGS??? ME AND YOU. you: do not take paper rings as an excuse to not buy me a real ring. I am expecting a nice six pronged gold band circular cut diamond. satoru: also can we get frisky to false god. you: satoru gojo. satoru: babe. urgent. 911. you: what. satoru: am i augustine or am i betty?? you: you’re inez. nosy gossiping ass bitch. satoru: EXCUSE ME. also invisible string is so us. joe alwyn, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. you: well. satoru: is she ok. like seriously, is taylor ok??? if she has happily been in a relationship for six years why did she write tolerate it? doesn’t she know my mental health is fragile? you: why tf are YOU crying about tolerate it? we’ve been in a stable relationship for four years satoru: i was imaging you being mean to me. it really hurt my feelings you: ok. satoru: long story short, the masterpiece that you are. JOE AND TAYLOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. satoru: what is their name combined you: toe. satoru: ok… satoru: MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT you: oh god. you’re at the end. let’s hear it. satoru: one. can we get frisky to maroon? two. you’re on your own kid changed my life. three. sweet nothing is us. four. can we get frisky to maroon. five. john mayer i will KILL YOU. six. also is like scooter braun a crack head or something like what is vigilante shit even about satoru: babe. satoru: no. satoru: YOU’RE LOSING ME???? JOE???? JOE ALWYN MY BROTHER JOE ALWYN???? NO. you: yes. satoru: Y/N. HE WON’T MARRY HER?????? IM GOING TO KILL HIM. THE GUY WHO LOVER IS ABOUT??? WHO MASTERMIND SWEET NOTHING INVISIBLE STRING IS ABOUT??? satoru: do not talk to me. I hate you. you: WHAT DID I DO

satoru gets more and more excited about the entire thing as it goes on, telling YOU that you need to start planning outfits and making bracelets like you weren't the one who got him into this

satoru cannot make friendship bracelets. but he likes watching you make them and asking you all the little things you like about the music

“ok. what do i make the next one?” “hm. did you do style yet?” “no.” you start collecting all the beads as satoru props his phone up against the table, to the live stream of the concert. every night, the two of you watch the surprise songs together and make a note of which ones you lose from your drafted list of picks - a mix of yours and satoru’s favorite songs that aren’t on the setlist. “open.” satoru holds the spoon of noodles right over your lips as you focus on finishing the bracelet, his eyes focused on the live stream. “satoru.” “hm?” “can i ask a weird question?” “sure.” “you seem like you’re like really into this. like actually.” “well, i am. this is serious - i cannot lose clean for a second time or i will break something.” “not that. I just mean, the entire thing. like the songs and the music and all that. you…are really into it.” “well, why wouldn’t i be? it’s something you like. and it clearly means a lot to you, so it does to me too.” you can feel your cheeks burning at how blunt he is about the entire thing, like it’s something so obvious, like him putting in all this effort to like something you do is a given. you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, which he smiles at before focusing back on the live stream. “BABE. NO.” “OH MY GOD." “ITS CLEAN.” “TORU HOW DID WE LOSE A SONG TWICE.”

satoru decides that the two of you are going to go as miss americana and the heartbreak prince - and watches you meticulously collect fabrics and threads to make the pink dress you had in mind

you made it a point to also sew on the little broken heart for satoru's light pink shirt and white slacks that he was going to wear to the concert and buy the two of you matching gold crowns to wear together

“something is missing from my outfit, y/n.” you frown, looking over at him as he fixes the little gold crown you got him on his white hair. “what are you talking about? you look fine.” satoru digs through your makeup box, rummaging around till he pulls out a tube of your red lipstick. “you want to wear it, toru?” “what? no. you put it on and then plant a bunch of kisses on my cheeks. so it leaves a mark.” “oh?” “IT’LL LOOK BETTER THAT WAY. I SAW SOMEONE ON TIK TOK DO IT.” you roll your eyes as you lean forward in the mirror, blotting the buttery product on your lips and ignoring the devilish smile that satoru’s giving you in the mirror. and then you turn around and cup his face in your hands, making it a point to pepper long kisses on his cheeks and the side of his neck, making sure the full mark of your lips is left on his skin. and when you’re done, he turns in the mirror and gives you a satisfied smile. “perfect.” “you’re so lame, satoru. if you wanted me to kiss you, you should have just asked.” “can i have a kiss?” “no.” he leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, it being his turn to smother you in kisses, eliciting a laugh from you when his breath tickles your neck. “shut up.”

type of mf to take BILLIONS OF PICTURES of you outside the concert and even more with you, until you both get ones you like

also, totally wears a stack of friendship bracelets that you made together, but only trades with other boyfriends and dads in solidarity

man stands for the entire concert with you, except during the man. because he knows his place.

you start SOBBING during lover and he's there just smiling at how SILLY you are and wiping your little tears away. you both sway to the song together and scream the bridge together.

he takes a picture of you doing the fearless heart with taylor in the back. bc duh.

speaking of, this dude is NOT recording taylor AT ALL he is recording you and taking pictures of you and it's literally the most wholesome thing ever

like you're just so excited and jumpy that he thinks its cute and he wants to document it

but then he's so inconsolable during tis the damn season and tolerate it that he's SCREAMING THE LYRICS with the passion of ten suns (he is an evermore stan, fight with the wall)

takes a video of you singing during enchanted (which he later makes his lockscreen)

fighting for his life during all too well. like everyone else.

your surprise songs are dear john and daylight - which you're both screaming together on the floor.

satoru is giving YOU the side eye when you scream DATE ME TAYLOR during vigilante shit chair moment.

mister man is blushing when you point at him when taylor sings karma is my boyfriend

carries you out of the concert bc he knows your feet are killing you.

and feeds you after. bc duh. post concert munchies at a fast food drive thru.

an, again: tee hee this was so silly but so fun to think about. and for a very niche audience AHAHHAHA. also it feels weird to use my taglist when this is for a VERY specific audience so I will ignore.

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felixsramen · 1 year ago

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Yours Truly

This is part 7 to my Skz poly fic. This part hits close to home because I identify as poly and some of these were similar to my thoughts when I had came out and when I first had feelings for multiple people.

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Warnings: mentions of self doubt, mentions of homophobia

You sat in your room looking in the your mirror legs crossed. Were you a terrible person? Was ringing in your head. You felt like you were. You hadn't known the boys long yet you felt as if you were forcing your way into their lives. You had slept with 2 of the guys and gave head to another.

Yet they had asked you on a date. Maybe they felt like you did. Or maybe they just wanted to fuck you. You weren't against that but it also didn't sit right with you considering your feelings.

But they also didn't seem like the type to fuck and dump you. It was a constant battle in your head and you had sat here in your room contemplating it after you had been dropped off. 5 hours had passed at this point which felt like 5 minutes.

Your phone sitting near you an excuse already typed up yet you didn't have the courage to press send. It was killing you sitting here in the dark the only light being your little lamp on your nightstand.

You had never thought of being in a poly relationship. Yet you couldn't help your feelings. There was always the doubt in your head what if they didn't like you as much as Felix said. What if they did like you as much as they said what would you did then?

What would your parents think? They had already knew you weren't straight. They accepted you for that but would they accept you having more than one partner? Your dad had always made it clear he didn't care as long as your partner didn't hit you or hurt you in any way physically or emotionally.

He accepted you for that but would he accept your feelings for the 8 boys. Your mom had known you weren't straight before you even knew your sexuality.

Then you remember when you had came out to your family. They had shunned you and stopped inviting you to family events yet your parents stood beside you.

Your own cousin had told you to your face you were an disappointment. You had cut off all your family for that reason.

You do however remember your one cousin who was gay. He was adopted in the family and you remember them hating him. You remember coming out to him and he was so proud of you. So proud of the person you became.

Yet the moment he was old enough he moved and lost contact with your family and you couldn't blame him for it.

You missed him a lot and you felt you needed him more than anything right now. You needed his reassurance right now more than anything. You needed to be reassured that it was okay to love who you want. That no one can judge you for who you love.

The tears were falling at this point. The tears were hot falling down your face. You needed a hug. Someone to comfort you. All of the boys you had a feeling would be more than willing to hold you until the tears stop and reassure you.

Your tears are interrupted with a ring. You look at the caller id. Felixs name lighting the phone up.

You answered the phone trying to dry your tears fast.

"Y/N?" Comes from the other side but it's not Felix who had called.

"It's Changbin. I'm calling to make sure you're okay after I dropped you off. I would've called you from my number but you probably wouldn't have answered." Comes from the phone.

"Hi Changbin." You say your voice breaking.

"Are you okay?" A concerned Changbin says.

"I'm fine." You say weakly.

"You don't sound fine. Were you crying? What's wrong?" Changbin says asking you even more concerned.

You can't answer him and that's when Changbin sighs. "You don't have to answer me but I'm going to come over there. You don't have to talk to me about it but I can at least try to comfort you." Changbin says and before you can protest Changbin hangs up.

You look up at the mirror your eyes puffy. You looked a mess. That's exactly how you felt too.

Maybe you should clean yourself up somewhat before Changbin gets here. Then again he already heard you crying over the phone.

You don't realize how long you've been in your head because there's a knock on the door. You rub your eyes once again and get up off the ground.

You walk to the front door and open it to see Changbin and Jisung at the door. You weren't expecting Jisung to see Jisung and Changbin looking at you in concern.

"What happened Y/N?" Jisung says getting closer to you. Jisungs heart broke at your puffy eyes and the tears glistening on your face.

"I-i don't know." You say breaking down again and this time Jisung embraces you before you fall to the ground tears flowing again.

Jisung takes you to the couch Changbin shutting the door behind him.

"Baby what happened?" Jisung asks eyes still filled with concern and heartbreak.

You broke even more at his words. When did this happen? When did everyone start getting intimate with you?

Jisung hadn't ever called you that. "Why?" You ask him and Jisung looks at you in confusion now and concern still on his face.

"Why what?" He asks you softly.

"Why call me that? Why would you do that?" You ask him tears flowing down more.

"Why call you what? Baby?" He asks and you nod through your tears.

"Because I care about you. I care about you as much as I care about Changbin. I care about you as much as I care about the other boys." Jisung says softly and Changbin rubs your back trying calm you.

Jisung lets you cling into him crying more. It hurt him seeing you cry. Seeing you so vulnerable with him and Changbin.

No one's p.o.v.

Changbin hurt just as much. It hurt him hearing your voice break over the phone. Jisung looked at his boyfriend as he had gotten up from the couch. Jisung had grabbed his boyfriends arm making him look at him. Changbins eyes were filled with concern and that made Jisung worry.

"What's wrong?" Jisung asked him.

"Y/N." Changbin says.

"What happened with her? Is she okay?" Jisung says getting up now and letting his boyfriend grab his keys.

"I don't know. It sounded like she was crying." Changbin says.

"Hey I'm coming with you." Jisung says putting on his shoes as Changbin does the same.

Changbin had gone over the speed limit. He couldn't help but worry. What if something happened? What if you had hurt yourself? What if someone had hurt you?

All those questions went through his head and they were even worse as he had knocked on the your door. His heart broke as you had opened the door. He thought he might just cry too watching you and Jisungs voice asking if you were okay. Your reply making him hurt even more.

Changbin watched as you fall and Jisung catches you bringing you to the couch.

Changbins thoughts were still running wild but his boyfriend brings him out of his own head. "I think she's asleep." Jisung says as you breathe slowly against his chest.

Changbin sighed as he watched you against Jisungs chest.

"I'm worried for her." Changbin says as he looks at his boyfriend.

"Do you think it's because of us? Maybe it's too much for her." Jisung says to his boyfriend.

"Maybe." Changbin says as Jisung lays his head on his shoulder.

"Maybe we aren't good for her. We shouldn't be around her if that's the case." Jisung says to his boyfriend his heart breaking at his own confession.

"Maybe we aren't but that's her choice. We can't take away her choice. If she doesn't want us she's going to have make that choice herself." Changbin says as his hand comes up to you moving your hair out of your face.

"I hate this. I hate not knowing whats on her mind. I hate not knowing what's bothering her." Jisung says to Changbin.

"I know Ji." Changbin says hand going to your back now.

"Are you going to let Felix and them know the dates off tonight." Jisung says and Changbin nods.

"I don't think she could deal with every one tonight." Changbin says and Jisung nods to him this time.

Changbin gets up from the couch and goes outside onto your porch and calls Chan.

"Hey." Changbin says.

"Hey love. Where'd you and Jisung go? We got home and you both weren't there. Felix woke up and you weren't there." Chan says concerned.

"Y/N. I called her and she was crying." Changbin says.

"What happened?" Chan says concerned.

"I don't know. We got here and she broke down in Jisungs arms. He's currently holding her and she fell asleep. I didn't ask her what was going on. Shes not okay right now and not in the right mind for a date." Changbin says.

"Yeah I get it. Watch over her and stay with her. Make sure shes okay." Chan says concerned.

"I will." Changbin says to his boyfriend.

"Good. I love you. Tell Jisung I love him too. Let me know if you guys are staying the night so I don't wait up for you." Chan says.

"I will. I love you too. I'll let him know." Changbin says and Chan hangs up at his boyfriends words.

Changbin sighs running a hand through his hair. He was really into you. He really hoped you know that all of the boys are into you.

Changbin steps into the house closing the door. He walks to the couch and sees Jisung asleep just like you were on his chest. He sits beside you both.

He might as well get some sleep now with you both here. Maybe you had a blanket around here somewhere. He walked to a closet at the end of the hallway and opens it. A blanket sitting there. He grabs it and brings it to the couch. He wraps it around you, Jisung, and himself.

He wrapped his hands around you and Jisung cuddling into you both. He closed his eyes hoping when he'd wake up you'd be more willing to talk about everything.

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iblameashley · 1 year ago

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Market Mingle and *Tea*lights.

Civilian | Male | Gay

2,593 words

Content: None really. Pure fluff.

Follow up to The Gift of Giving.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You happen to run into Simon at the local market and take the opportunity to spend some time with him shopping. Who can resist a little mingling and maybe a spot of tea after?

(Tea-lights is a stupid play on Delights...)

(Special shout-out to @mysticalzombiecheesecake who asked to be tagged.)

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

What better way to spend your day than outside and at the local market? It was a little later in the day than you expected, but sleeping in is also nice. You were lucky to have a remote job and generally didn't have to deal with office life. This afforded you a lot of leeway when it came to work-life balance, but nothing was better than actual time off to get out and do things for yourself.

The market itself was a great place. Vendors were always swapping out and there were a variety of trinkets, tools, clothing, food and more up for barter. The fact that it also bordered a nearby park helped for escaping the crowded stalls at a moments notice. You hiked your bags up on your shoulder.

What you didn't expect to find at the market was Simon. But there he was, three vendors down in his usual mask, a dark hoodie and jeans, and standing taller than most everyone else around him. He seemed fixated on something you couldn't make out from your position.

Wanting to be sure it was him, and you weren't suffering some visual hallucination, you pull out your phone and send a message

You: Hey Simon! How goes today? What are you up to?

You see him reach in his pocket and pull out his phone.

Simon: It goes. I'm out right now. Simon: Are you looking to meet up again?

You smile as you read his message. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you slowly make your way over to him. You step lightly and walk slowly, hiding behind people as you closed the distance. You were sure you were going to get the drop on him, when he turned around suddenly to face you; his fist pulled back to his side.

His eyes softened as he realized it was just you and he relaxed his fist.

“Hey.” He says in his flat, gravelly voice. “Shouldn't try and sneak up on me, could get hurt.”

“Nah,” You say, waving away his warning. “You'd never hurt me.” You smile.

He looks at you with a furrowed brow.

“Mind if I join you?” You ask. “No pressure.” You add, raising your hands up.

He nods.

“Sure. Just planned to wander, so might be here a while.” He says, returning his attention to the item that had caught his attention.

You crane your head and move around to get a better view of it. Its a multi-tool. It looks old and is rusted, likely not useful for actual use, but if he's focused on it, it means something to him. You take in his interrogation of the tool as he looks it over several times.

“Gonna buy it?” You ask softly.

“Dunno.” He shrugs.

'Always giving away so little.' You think before taking position up beside him. He gives you a side eye, but stays silent.

After a few more minutes of looking over the tool and other wares, he turns and starts to walk away. You pivot on the spot and start walking with him, keeping pace to his longer stride.

Simon briefly stops at a stall selling blankets and gives them a look over, running his hands over the soft fabric and examining the colourful patterns. He looks at you again and simply says, “Not as good as my throw.”

Your heart skips a beat and your soul astral projects around the city before crashing back into your body. Your breath hitches in your throat as you take in the fact that, in his own way, he just gave you a compliment. He liked your throw, and now compared it to every other one he came across. You had no way of hiding your pleased embarrassment as the red spread across your face, but you managed to get out a low, “I'm glad you like my gift.”

“Mmm." He replies without looking at you.

He moves on to the next stall, this one selling a variety of books that must be well out of print. You can smell the earthy, musky aroma of the old pages as you both step up to the stand. Your eyes dart over the selection of old material; the vendor offering a bit of everything from manuals to romance novels to kitschy sci-fi books.

It was only by happenstance that you looked up to see the glimmer in Simon's eye as he also took in the fascinating sight of the selection before him. He reached down and picked up a particularly damaged booklet. The words on the cover were worn mostly off from age, and the spine had clearly seen better days. But you were able to make out a faint image of a series of guns and what looked like the picture of a World War II uniform. You smile warmly, it's very in line with what he seemed interested in.

“You should get it.” You say as you finger the pile of sci-fi books. You grab a few and begin reading the back.

“You think?” Simon asks genuinely.

“Yeah.” You give him an enthusiastic nod. “Would go well with the collection you already have.”

“Hmm.” He ponders the possibility of the purchase.

You can't help but chuckle at some of the synopsis of the books you have and stack them in your arms. You are definitely getting these.

Simon still seems unsure of the booklet, so you reach over and take it gently from his hands and add it to your stack. “We'll take these.” You say as you turn to the elderly woman tending the stand.

She flashes you a crooked smile and quickly tallies the books total.

“That'll be five pound twenty-five.” She says with a hoarse voice. “Need a bag, love?” She inquires as you rummage through your wallet.

“No, thank you.” You smile, handing her the exact change.

You turn back to Simon who simply stares at you as you hand the booklet back to him. “That was unnecessary.” He grunts, though still taking the booklet from your hand.

“You're welcome.” You say, ignoring his comment. You shove the books into one of the bags tucked under your arm, and see that Simon is already heading off to the next table. Though his eyes are still very much on the booklet.

Simon stops in front of a stand selling cured meats and starts placing an order, clearly having been here before. You watch as his mood shifts; he's not quite pleasant, but he's much nicer to the man currently filling several wrappers with a variety of goods.

You stand there quietly as he the friendly man hands over the meats in a bag and Simon pays. You're interest is piqued by his selections, offering a small look into the man who keeps himself well guarded.

“Having a party?” You ask with a hint of cheekiness as he notices you staring.

“Maybe.” He grunts.

“Am I invited?” You say, pressing him.

“No.” He huffs, once again making off for his next destination.

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After a few more stops, he makes his way to a shop that takes you by surprise; soaps and shampoos. You had to admit that he did always smell great, but he didn't seem the type to buy such things in front of people – friends – so carefree.

His eyes tactically scanned the offerings as if looking for something specific. You couldn't resist taking a look as well, picking up a bar of soap labelled 'Nomad.'

“Earthy and adventurous with a smoky note and hint of pine.” You say, reading the label. “Huh...” You take a sniff. “Smells nice!” You smile.

You set it back down and pick up another one; 'Midnight Forest.'

“Deep moss scent with cedarwood, and a touch of herbs.” Again you sniff it. You purse your lips, unconvinced.

Simon's attention is split between his search and your inquisitive exploration of the soap.

“Going to buy one?” He asks.

You shrug, picking up another one.

“Stealth.” You say.

Simon's eyes lock on the bar of soap.

“An invigorating mix of sandalwood, black peppercorn and a citrus zest.”

You see his hand twitching at his side, quickly realizing you found the one he was looking for, but he's too damn prideful to tell you. You smile, and enjoy the moment. You play with the bar of soap, examining it closely. “What do you think, Simon? Should I get this one?”

“Get what you want.” He says with annoyance. You can see he's grinding his teeth.

You look the soap over once more before deciding to put it down, instead you grab a bar of the 'Nomad,' and pay for it. Shoving it in the bag with your books.

“I'll wait for you over there.” You say, pointing to a quiet area where the market thins out.

You walk away before he can respond. As fun as it was to tease him, you decided to give him a little privacy to make his purchase. You understand its just soap to you, but to him its one more glimpse into his private life.

You look at your bag and books and chuckle at the realization you didn't get much of anything, despite the list you had in your head when you arrived. 'Oh well.' you think, you can always come back.

You see Simon make his way towards you with his usual steady, confident pace, he gives you a nod before stopping a few paces in front of you.

“Got everything I need.” He says with his gruff voice, pulling the bags up briefly to show you. “How about you?”

“No...” you admit, shaking your head, “but I can come back tomorrow, its getting late and I should be heading home.”

Simon nods, and jerks his head to the side, a silent signal that he will walk you to the other side of the market. You smile and nod back, once again walking by his side.

“It was good to see you here, Simon.” You say as you two weave through the crowd.

“Yeah.” He says. His voice is so low and soft you almost didn't hear him.

“Want to get together soon?” You inquire as you two reach your parting destination. “Its been a while.” You add.

“Yeah.” His voice still quiet and soft. “Soon.” He speaks up.

“Perfect, message me when you want me to come over. We can do a movie night or something.”

“Sounds good.” He says. He goes to walk away but stops. Simon examines the bags in his hand and then gazes back at you. He lets out a heavy breath. “You live close by, yeah?” He inquires.

You nod. “Yeah... maybe a ten minute walk?”

“Show me.” Simon commands. “Show me where you live.” His voice is low and gravelly.

“OK, wow... that was a bit threatening...” You say, jerking your head back in surprise. “Why do you want to go to my place?” You ask, furrowing your brow.

“You know where I live.” He says flatly. “You've seen my flat. I want to see yours.”

You consider his request as he stares you down. You know you both do and don't have a choice. If you told him no, he would probably respect it... but it risked bucking the relationship you two had. You take a deep breath. 'Fair is fair.' You think.

“Alright, Simon.” You agree. You motion in the direction of your flat with a wave of your hand before taking off, leaving him behind as he did to you earlier.

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The walk to your flat was mostly uneventful. Simon spent a majority of it taking in the sights, sounds and people; likely never having been to this part of town before. Not a big surprise to you, he likely didn't venture far from his flat on the best of days.

“Not a bad place.” Simon mumbles as you both approach the small building.

It was a pretty basic building; ten units per level over four levels. Small balconies dotting across the exterior. A typical grey-black facade blended the building into the rest along the street. Small shrubs and flowers ran the perimeter of the buildings and filled the air with fragrant scents.

You usher him toward the entrance, typing in your code to enter the building. Simon follows strangely close behind you, but you try not to give it too much attention.

As you enter the flat, you gesture to the bag in his hand. “I'll put it in the fridge until you leave.”

He hands the bag over.

“Take a look around.” you say, giving him permission to roam freely.

Simon sets about your place in a tactical manner, following a path he created in his mind the moment he crossed the threshold of your doorway. He passed the kitchen with little interest and made his way to the living room, taking in the more lived-in feeling of the place. Pictures of your family are spread over the wall between paintings of forests and lakes, and children's art. Your TV stand and bookshelves are filled with reading material and figurines and trinkets. The room is overwhelming to him, the feeling of warmth and coziness curated causes his stomach to twist. He turns quickly and makes his was slowly but steadily towards the hallway.

He disappears from view and you let out a relieved sigh that you cleaned the flat. While he explores your bedroom and office, you put the kettle on and start making some tea. You grab some biscuits from the cupboard and plate them, setting them on the table.

You place two mugs on the counter as the kettle starts to whistle. The sounds seems to stir Simon's interest and he makes his way back to the kitchen. You stand there with a mug in hand, tea bag steeping.

“Thought you might stay for a cup?” You ask softly, handing him the hot mug.

He takes the mug from your hand, briefly touching your fingers.

“Have a seat.” You say, your heart jumping a bit at his touch.

You grab you own mug from the counter and take a seat across from Simon. You take a biscuit from the plate and dip it in your tea before taking a chomp out of it. You lean back in your chair and swallow the sweet treat.

“So whats the verdict?” You ask with a bit of playfulness. Its your flat, so you don't have to give a shit about rules one or two here -or any of them really - but especially those two. Your dynamic was changing and the rules were already bending, but being in your flat still gave you a bit more control. A bit more power.

“I can see several security concerns.” Simon replies flatly, moving his mask down to sip his tea. “But I suppose for a civilian, it will do.”

Was he joking?

You raise an eyebrow.

“Homey.” He adds, not looking at you.

“Well... you're welcome to visit any time.” You say.

He lets out a guttural growl.

You just look at him warmly, knowing you're assaulting him with a lot of stimulus. His mind must be working a mile a minute, so you let him think.

You take another drink of you tea. Sometimes just sitting in silence is enough.

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 17 days ago

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tuesday again 10/29/2024

new boot goofin. also a great book for the cowboyblogger crew and TWO cat photos

listening

afterimage by JUSTICE and Rimon was on a spotify autogenerated dance playlist and it is So soothing to my brain. sometimes described as heavy metal disco, it itches the same brain scratch as daft punk's interstella 5555. comforting and familiar road trip music where the road trips are in spaceships with a sort of clunky engine thrumming away in the background. you know that extremely early ass o clock in the morning road trip feel where it's very pale and a little misty out and you're only sort of awake? i feel like this is a very different kind of road trip music animal than than late-night road trip music. it's pulling you out the door. it's for beginnings, not for very tired almost-ends.

reading

thank you mackie. very reading heavy week. im tryign to redirect myself into library books instead of election doomscrolling and im trying to read more physical books bc i have a tremendous pile of shit i genuinely do want to read and almost none of it is on my phone. first we'll talk about Navigational Entanglements by Aliette de Bodard, from randomly perusing the library stacks. really really really fucking loved this one.

Award-winning author of The Red Scholar’s Wake Aliette de Bodard comes for your heart with a compelling tale of love, duty, and found-family in an exciting new space opera that brings xianxia-style martial arts to the stars. Jockeying navigator clans guide spaceships through the Hollows: an area of space populated by the mysterious but deadly creatures known as Tanglers. When a Tangler escapes the Hollows for the first time in living memory, each clan must send a representative to help capture it—but the mission may be doomed and the hearts of two clan juniors may be in danger too.

first off: this isn't fucking found family. this is a group of coworkers. tor dot com loves to slap found family on anything gay.

politics is about control and inter-group dynamic politics are also about control. and grappling for control in your life when you grow up in a Young Leadership program. i really liked this, one of the least annoying examples of someone getting overstimulated and needing to lie down in a dark quiet room and how hanging out with some people does not impair rest and hanging out with some people is extremely extremely draining. the love interest is what if lee van cleef was a young vietnamese woman in the far future who can navigate faster than light travel.

very snappy little 160-pg novella that does not overstay its welcome. packs a genuinely surprising amount of worldbuilding and character work into its pages: i have a lot of trouble with ensemble casts post-Covid and keeping everyone straight (especially in hard copy form where I can’t easily search a book) but everyone is a fully formed person here and i had no trouble keeping everyone straight in my head. i will be asking my siblings to acquire a physical copy for me for christmas. i love a fucked up political mystery with spacewalks and space monsters.

the lead, nhi, reminded me a lot of friends at the table's brnine, a self-sacrificing perfectionist fish. hope that's useful information to all three of you i have bullied into listening to fatt

The Shabti by Megaera C. Lorenz. this finally came off my holds, hat tip to i think someone else's tuesdaypost? cannot immediately locate it. holler if it was you.

Can you flimflam a ghost? It’s 1934. Former medium Dashiel Quicke travels the country debunking spiritualism and false mediums while struggling to stay ahead of his ex-business partner and lover who wants him back at any cost. During a demonstration at a college campus, Dashiel meets Hermann Goschalk, an Egyptologist who’s convinced that he has a genuine haunted artifact on his hands. Certain there is a rational explanation for whatever is going on with Hermann’s relics, Dashiel would rather skip town, but soon finds himself falling for Hermann. He agrees to take a look after all and learns that something is haunting Hermann’s office indeed. Faced with a real ghost Dashiel is terrified, but when the haunting takes a dangerous turn, he must use the tools of the shady trade he left behind to communicate with this otherworldly spirit before his past closes in.

this keeps getting reviewed as cozy horror, which i do not agree with bc i hate the term and believe it oxymoronic. it is a fairly straightforward romance with paranormal shit happening in the foreground. a period piece not particularly for the folx end of the fag/folx gay book spectrum-- they happen to be gay but there's a lot of other shit happening. not a spicy romance as the tiktok girlies say. it is a period book that sort of elides over the worst parts of the 30s? eg there is no on-page or overt racism or antisemitism that the characters have to Confront. one of the lead's neighbors is a black nurse trying to start a NAACP chapter, but she's so fully fleshed out and such an enjoyable character it doesn't feel like the book is looking for moral points from modern readers. i also liked the general slow-build of the book and their relationship — i have no complaints about the intensity or pace of their relationship.

the one ding i have is that it is perhaps a touch too enthusiastic about period slang. it's fine when the two leads are talking to each other, especially bc their word choice is a large way they show their personality, but when there are more than two people in a scene it can grate a little for me. i do think the dialogue is generally the strong suit here, and the author particularly excels at two-person back and forths, so it’s not a frequent complaint.

i liked the contrast of the scam medium with the academic egyptologist, since many egyptologists were also scams. the scenes with the spirit are genuinely eerie, which is a very good contrast with the fairly straightforward, often sparse narration.

grudging respect for keeping a joke simmering on the back burner for four hundred pages before deploying it. this was a well-paced read i have no major complaints about.

i have to spin this book around in my brain and get a physical copy and flip back and forth and lot and make notes to myself in a separate notebook before i talk about this one here i think. same brain itch as a canticle for leibowitz.

i also read a bunch of comics but this section is already long enough goodbye

watching

youtube

the first episode of the currently airing penguin tv show! at my bestie's house bc she has an hbo max subscription from something, unfortunately it is an emotionally fraught very tense show and we're kind of full up on those so i will have to finish this on my own. at no point did i say to myself "whoa that's colin farrell". both the prosthetic and accent work are off the charts.

i do Not like a piece of media about the mob. i will stomach it for batman. it's really wild how the accents they've chosen for gotham and her suburbs make me so so so weirdly homesick. one of the locations is an early McMansion and my bestie and i said almost simultaneously "are we in fucking Cherry Hill???" a jersey noveau riche town infested with notable McMansions.

i am constantly chasing the high of s1 black sails where everyone is frantically scheming and falling all over them fucking selves. this gets pretty close! it's big budget prestige tv with the storytelling chops to match so far. one of my favorite comic runs is The Long Halloween, partially about the fortunes of the Maroni and Falcone crime families of Gotham. this is loosely following that, but deviates enough to surprise me, which i enjoy. there have been enough faithful adaptations of that comic run imo.

optimistic about the rest of the season! i have such low expectations for batman media that it's refreshing to get like a genuinely good pilot episode out of the franchise.

playing

i have Got to find a new game to play that i already own. genshin is such a good podcast game but i need Something New. surely the 576047357649857689 games across five libraries will save me.

making

so many things happened this week. cat neuter and constipation episode. helped take apart and put back together a children's' room. lot of running around.

crunchy! i almost left these docs at goodwill bc i don't have a super high opinion of the company or the quality of the boots. i have heard my ENTIRE life about how long-lasting they are and how people have had the same boots for years but i completely shredded a pair during eight months in 2019. like the soles were worn almost completely smooth to the point they were a slipping hazard, half the eyelets were broken, and the leather was genuinely disintegrating. that was one of the busiest and most active periods of my life (classes at other campuses both semesters, a summer in new hampshire, the beginning of the makerspace) but i did expect them to hold up a little better or a little longer. they only got to experience about a month and a half of salt at the beginning and were regularly cleaned. yes i did buy them straight from the company.

anyway. these extremely ugly docs industrials had almost all their tread and magically fit me. like the rest of me, my feet are large and wide and difficult to fit. they are by Far the ugliest shoes i have ever owned. however. they will be the boots i will wear for when i need to be okay about potentially destroying my footwear.

hit em with some saddle soap and polished the toes, i seem to be flat out of leather conditioner so i was only able to hit the heels and one tongue. the laces are in the warsh.

they're real leather and were twelve dollars and miraculously fit me. you know that quote about americans being temporarily embarrassed millionaires? i still, in many ways, think of myself as a temporarily embarrassed abled person. i am slowly giving up on the idea of another remote job, bc they seem to all be fake, and going harder on city and county jobs. while i would rather wear my beloved CAT steel toes with the nice padded cuffs any day of the week, maybe these will be good for tromping around somewhere inspecting something. would Love a weights and measures inspection job if their office would return my polite messages.

also ruby goes home tonight! goodbye ruby!

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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“Break Me Please”

A softer story to cleanse my palate a bit. This started as a short post but I am a writer so it turned into this lol.

18+ Trigger Warning: Light Homophobic language

Original Post: I Need some overzealous politically active uppity dyke in my town to discover my small but growing kink blog and try to blackmail me….

She and I have been fighting over the right way to respond to hate speech at pride events. I wanted to get the input of the community first, organize counter protesters and arrange for security and safe rides home. You wanted to act right away. Go get some people together and slash their tires and graffiti their homes. You’re mad at me after a debate between the two of us got particularly vicious. You search and dig for anything you can use to get me to back down, and you hit the Jackpot.

While rubbing yourself and going through your sapphic porn blogs before bed one night you go to block some dykebreaking blog that ended up in your feed. But the writing looks so familiar. You read a few more of my posts and start to DM me. After a few days you offer “Talking to you has been really fucking hot, if you tell me your name I’ll record myself screaming it out while I cum.”

I give you a fake name.

You start to lose it. “Cut the shit I know who you Fucking are I have your number in my phone.”

“Then text me.” I say.

You prove who you are and that you know who I am. I refuse to talk about it anymore through DM. You invite me to your place to discuss terms.

“Shut it down and quit volunteering. If I hear you’re trying to break any dykes ever again I’ll expose you for the pig you are.” She says as I scan the area. Nice house, if a little messy.

“No.” I say, and I stand up. “In fact I think I know why you didn’t just tell everyone in the first place whore.”

You instinctively back up a pace. “What are you talking about?”

You pull out your phone. You prepare a quick email and show your thumb hovering over the button. “Touch me and I’ll hit send.”

I walk towards you slowly, I grab your wrists and push you against the wall, your phone drops from your hand and clatters to the ground. I stare deeply into your eyes for a long moment before kissing you deeply and passionately. You kiss back surprising me. And we have a long, near-violent make out session. When I pull away to bite and kiss your neck I can hear the mixture of animal lust and self loathing in the soft involuntary moans between breaths. I can feel your body cede control to me and you stop resisting me pinning you to the wall. I release one of your hands from my grip and go to gently fondle your breasts, then move to start tracing my fingers around your areolae before pinching and tweaking your nipple with my finger. “Fuck you have nice tits dyke.” I say in a breathy whisper.

You push me away and slap me, it’s like you came out of a trance. “Fucking pig, get away from me. I like girls, you can’t turn me.”

I look you up and down with an animal lust in my eyes. “Then stop me. Say no, do something about it.” And I kiss you again, you can’t help but think about how my rough thick tongue would feel against your clit… you pull away and spit in my face resisting your own primal urges. “Pig, I’ll never let you fuck me.”

I wipe the spit from my face, and I shove my hand down your pants with one hand. You move to stop me but it’s too late, I’m already prodding and exploring your already wet little pussy with my finger. You gasp as I do and squirm a little in embarrassment. “You like being choked whore?” I whisper as I nibble your earlobe. You moan gently and nod affirmatively. I wrap my free hand around your throat. You grab my wrist but you don’t pull away you push my hand harder against your throat. “I don’t want to turn you. I want to break you, I want you to know for a fact your gay when I finally break you on my hot pulsing misogynist dykebreaking cock.” As I plunge a second finger inside you, pushing and wriggling and exploring. After savouring your each and every moan and movement, I use my finger to search for your swollen clit and gently prod it. Your leg twitches involuntarily as I do.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it. It’s been long enough it doesn’t even matter what you want, your body is telling you what you want.”

Your heart is thumping, your body hot with shame and desire. Your breathing is heavy as I continue running my finger around your clit, you start to feel something stirring inside you. My pace changes and I start to find a steady rhythm. The muscles in your back twitch and you let out a loud “Fuuuuuck yessss, keep going.”

I struggle to maintain my position as your body writhes in pleasure. “Dont. Stop.” You whisper as you prepare yourself. And I stop. I pull my fingers from you and remove my hand from your throat. You are practically vibrating with built up tension and you collapse, but the lack of release causes something to bubble up inside you….

“What the fuck?” You say, still breathing heavily. Frustrated. Unzip my pants and pull out my hot, stiff and throbbing. You look at it almost mesmerized. “Dykes only get to cum after I’m done with them.” As I let my cock fall on your face with a satisfying *slap*.

“I don’t suck cock.” You say looking at me defiantly.

I get on the floor with you, then I put my hand down your pants again and start fingering you furiously. “Does the good little dyke want to cum?” You gasp and try to contain yourself, but after mere moments you find yourself saying “Please let me cum.” Then I pull out of you and say “Then suck cock like a good little lesbian.”

You hesitate as I press the tip of my cock against your pretty lips. I grab your short hair as I push my cock slowly into your mouth you begin bobbing your head as I make demands. “Watch your fuckin teeth.”

“Deeper” “Faster” “Use your tongue.” In frustration I grab the back of your head and start fucking your face for a short period. I grunt and moan in pleasure as I do. You tolerate it briefly before pulling away, coughing and choking on spit and pre-cum.

“God you’re shit at sucking cock. I was gonna let you get away without taking away your gold star… but it looks like I’m gonna have to break you in after all.”

I roll you onto your back and pull off your pants. Kissing your body and neck, drawing my tongue down your torso and along your hip bones. I move back up and give you one more passionate sensual kiss as I position the head of my thick cock at the entrance to your pussy. As I start to push inside inch by inch, you start to gasp and moan and writhe in a mixture of pleasure and light pain as my cock stretches you. I accidentally go too deep and hit your cervix, you wince in pain. I start to slowly pump myself in and out, careful not to go too deep. As I do you feel this ache inside you. “Ah! Faster” you moan. I pick up the pace and start angling myself to find the perfect position. You start to buck your hips and eventually match the rhythm of my thrusts. Moaning like a beast in heat, I lick my finger and begin searching for your clit. I prod draw my finger around it for a moment and enjoy your now loud ravenous moaning before remembering the correct motion. As I find it, I hear a brief “Ah! Fuck”.

I whisper in your ear as you start to build up to an orgasm once more. “Are you gonna be a good dyke and cum on my cock?” A flash of defiance hits your face before I thrust into you again and you give in. “Yes, make me cum on your dykebreaking cock please!” Instead of stopping I continue, I wrap my free hand around your throat again while trying to maintain my position through your body’s spasms of ecstasy. “Fuckyes Fuckyes Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

And I feel it start to hit you. My cock thrust into you as my finger rubs your clit and your body explodes with violent waves of pleasure. Your eyes roll back into your head and you relax and let wave after wave hit you. As I release my grip on your neck and the blood rushes back to your brain you briefly black out.

When you come to, you’re on the couch with a blanket over you. I’m making tea in your kitchen. I bring a cup over to you and I ask “So, still going to expose me?”

You look up at me as if seeing me for the first time all over again. “No. Thank you, I needed that. I think… I think I’m starting to understand now.”

We still argue and fight all the time of course, but now you just take all that pent up frustration and let me fuck it out of you. Nothing has changed really, except now the butchest dyke in town is nothing but a whore for my cock.

#lgetsd #orientation play #dykebreaking

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missbuckyhellfire · 1 month ago

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This Will Be My Year: Eddie Munson

Part Five: Welcome To Hellfire

Warnings: Some Language, Flirting, Sexual Innuendos, NO NSFW AND SMUT content in this chapter.

Previous Part

Even though Audra had ditched Jason, he didn’t want to let her go that easily. He continued to send her flowers with a card each day. At this point, Audra was amused but a tad bit creeped out by the gifts. It was kind of soon to be receiving gifts, especially since they were daily and she had no fuckin clue who was giving them.

Eddie seemed to be on his nerves with the gift giving as well. He wasn’t too sure of what these gifts were. Were they legit signs of admiration for the only female of his club? Or were they a form of mockery? He has seen it before with Gareth and was not going to let it happen again.

Little did he know that Jason was trying to do both. You see, he wanted to take Audra out, with getting her out of the freaks reach. By taking her out on a date , he will also be pissing off the freak. However, he was not having any type of luck except for a couple “fuck you’s” from the apple of his eye.

While she was having the top grades of her class, she also took the time to ensure that she helped her cousin and his friends with their homework. This was especially true on campaign day, namely her first session with Hellfire. The boys were running around trying to figure everything out with their characters while Audra got ready in her room. She was wearing the hellfire shirt and busy putting her hair in a high ponytail with a black scrunchie. All while dragging the kitchen phone cord to her room so she could talk to Robin.

“So you are ditching us to go to the nerd fest? If you wanted nerdy we could have picked out some flick at the video store.” Robin complained to her.

“Yea, but DnD is different, it isn’t predictable like the corny ass movies you been renting!” Audra chuckles as she twists the scrunchie in her hair and pulled out small strands of red hair in front of her face.

“Come on though, isn’t everything that Eddie does unpredictable, there is a reason why he is called the freak Audra.” Audra could sense Robin’s eye roll on the other end of the line.

“I will call him a freak if I see him act like one.” Audra sighs. Sure, dude got a temper but she hasn’t seen anything that would discourage her from talking to him again.

“Fine don’t say that I didn’t warn you. Besides your too cute for a group of freaks anyways. You should hang out with people more attractive and I don’t know have a movie night with them?” Robin had laughed but realised she may have crossed the line.

“back at you Robin but I promised the group and it is going to be fun” Audra chuckled, trying to hide her flattery with Robin’s comment by giving her a compliment.

“What you think I’m cute?” Robin said after a couple moments of silence.

“Like in a straight way yes.” Audra had said slowly. “ I need to finish getting ready.”

“Straight people don’t say that babe. I knew you were not straight and that’s ok. But if it makes you feel any better, you’re the first chick to give me that compliment.” Robin tried to ease the conversation while hiding her whole shock of the situation.

“O..Oh” Was all that Audra could say. “Sorry if I made it weird.”

“It’s cool, it takes one to know one. I’m gay but I kinda figured. “Robin shrugged. “Just don’t fall for me Wheeler.” Audra heard a small chuckle from her.

“I am as far away from loving anyone else that anyone could ever be” Audra said adding some lip gloss onto her lips. “I am only down for some harmless flirting.” . She was not going to get hurt again by anyone for as long as she is able to.

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The drama room was full of laughter and smelt of BBQ chips and beer when Audra, Mike, Dustin and Lucas came inside. The group of old senior students had glanced at Audra and gave her a small wave as the younger boys had taken their seats.

The Dungeon Master had immediately locked eyes with the red head as soon as she came into the room. He stood up and gestured her to sit in the chair next to him. The older students had taken note of this and let out a soft chuckle to each other.

Audra sat next to him and smiled softly. He leant close to her and mumbled.

“You ready to get these boys to loose princess?”

“Loose, is that all we are trying to do here? Let’s destroy them, Also have you been drinking Munson?” Audra whispered back. The older student’s eyes never left them as they wondered what they were talking about.

“Right, destroying sounds better and I am almost of age it’s close enough” Audra had rolled her eyes at his response as she thought that drinking was stupid. But she didn’t want to start anything, she was here for dnd. Eddie did not seem to recognise her reaction as his mind was elsewhere.

Eddie was trying to hide his eagerness to having a small assistant for the session. It was a experience for sure since he never really collaborated with anyone before, but he got inspiration from Audra’s character and saw so much potential and development for the current campaign in her. He was also intrigued by her stats and spell abilities.

The boys were not too sure what to make it for. They were warned ahead of time that Audra would be a pawn for the session, but they were not expecting the persuasion that she put into her character. They knew not to trust her, but they were quite puzzled. Her character was yet to meet her, but her introduction was a persuasive performance.

Audra had explained to the group that Thia Nova was a wood elf from a land known as Ambrosia born to a family of bakers. At a young age she was sent to the academy where she trained to be a druid, and nearly finished graduating. She went on a cruise where she had met with a former flame, Danar, a half-elf. Upset, she had went on a few adventures with him and quit school realising that the academy was basically a cult. He left her again, even after she had faked her death to run away with him. Now, she is kidnapped by another former flame, a vampire prince who is not willing to let her go.

Eddie and Audra had took some important points out, especially factors such as the Drow that kidnapped her and took her down during their private session. They didn’t want them to be told everything.

“And we need to know this because?” Mike said shrugging it off. It wasn’t like Eddie to have a damsel in distress in his session. Usually, he focused on slaying beasts or mind flayers but this, a vampire prince was indeed a unique situation.

“Because it will be important to introduce this future character, and you need to save her ass” Eddie had matched Mike’s tone. “And your group ended up at a abandoned castle remember?”

Mike sighed, noticing the sudden change of his overall behaviour. Something was up between Audra and Eddie. He had a feeling that the two are going to fuck with them.

Throughout the entire session, the group would bicker amongst each other unsure who to trust. Especially with the Drow introduced as the “Marked One”, however there was no choice for them to. Eddie and Audra would casually glance with subtle smirks to each other, watching them struggle with the session they planned together.

Eddie had set up some simple, low hp enemies such as skeletons and some lower vampires to warm them up for the vampire prince that was going to be the conclusion. The group had took them down like they were nothing. It had boosted up their confidence, thinking they would have a change to take them down.

If only they knew.

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The group had finally reached the boss battle of the session. Eddie had them in the main dining hall. He described Thia, Audra’s character tied up to a chair with the vampire prince standing behind her. The group had brought the Drows head and tossed it on the table, hoping to get a reaction from him.

Eddie had only chuckled “The Vampire prince had shrugged and flashed a sly smile to the intruders. “You are bringing me something that has been a long time coming to the Drow. You however will be in a similar shape by the time that I am done with you””. He had reached over and put his hand around Audra’s neck. Even though they had talked about it earlier, it was still a shock to the two of them. Her neck was so soft against Eddie’s callused hand, and he was in deep thought for a moment as Audra was too spaced out, rather enjoying the new undiscovered feeling.

It was Audra that had broken the uneasiness of the group. “P…Please heroes get me out of here!” Unconsciously, she had let out a soft whimper in the absence of his grip as he raised it to her cheek and rubbed it slowly. With this, he had placed oh so slight friction on her jaw, making her look into his brown eyes. Both were frozen in the spot.

He nervously cleared his throat, sensing the tension between the two of them “Do you think she will make a good vampire bride?”.

“Eddie, remember what I said before. “Mike warned. He along with the group were definitely sure that the two were going to bone sooner or later. But Mike doesn’t want his dungeon master banging his cousin. Audra glanced at Eddie in confusion and he had brushed it off.

“I am aware of your concerns and I will not dream of it Mike” He had rolled his eyes. He can admit that doing the session with Audra is a lot of fun. “Fine, fine, I will end the foreplay with Thia.” He had dropped his arm from her jaw and listened to the groups having mumbled amongst each other. “Ok then, you want to have fun? Roll initiative, including you Thia” He said as the group had looked at the Dungeon master in confusion.

“What? We agreed…” Audra began.

“Agreed to what? We never talked about you not being in combat, we only talked about role playing” He winked at her. “Roll for a survival check”

“Survival check? For what?” Audra was confused until he cleared his throat.

“The vampire prince had pushed Thia’s red hair to the side as he leans over to her gentle, soft neck and lets off a slow lick around her neck. He then punctures her neck with his fangs. He sucks for a couple moments before letting go followed by his pale hand whipping her blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.” He watched as she had rolled the dice and noted the 11. “Your safe for now”

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The session had ended quite quickly after that. The group had been taken down one by one as they tried to take down the Vampire. Eddie and Audra had expected it and of course had created a suitable ending to the session, bringing more dnd lore to the campaign.

They were all at zero hp and Thia was unconscious in the chair due to the additional blood loss that Eddie “forgot” to tell her about. The older group was three beers deep and were getting rather rowdy so Eddie thought it would be best to end the session. Audra was surprised with his composure as he was four beers deep.

“So, you all lie unconscious, tired and at the mercy of the vampire prince. He sends some servants to take your bodies to the dungeon while the prince takes his new bride to their wedding chambers. I am ending the session here and see you guys next week.” He said it so casually to the dumbfounded group. He stood up and began cleaning up.

“Um Eddie?” Dustin began.

“Yes my fooled one?”

“What. The. Fuck”

“Find out what happens next week, think the bandmates drank too much today” He shrugged. “I am going to clean up then drive home.”

“You think your going to be, ok? I will drive you home.” Audra offered.

“Shit I may have drunk a lot. Could you?” He said. He watched the older group wave and walk off “They Walk home each session they will be ok.”

The younger group of kids looked at Audra and waited for her and Eddie to finish cleaning up the room before they started to head out. Mike and Dustin would glance at each other every now and again knowing that Eddie usually would go off tipsy into the night with his buddies. God knows what they do after, and the younger group kind of wish they don’t know.

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Audra drives up to Eddie’s RV with a tipsy Eddie resting his head on her shoulder. She notices that there is a older busted up car next to the RV and she figures it is his parent’s car.

“At least your parents can keep an eye on you for now.” Audra comments. The comment sobered Eddie up for a good second.

“That’s funny, don’t got any of those. That’s my Uncle’s car, guess he got off work early” He said trying to hobble to open the door. Audra got up from the driver’s seat to help him out of the car. She opened the door and offered her hand to him, in which he takes. With a swift motion, she pulls him up and he wraps his arm around her shoulders as she walks him up to the door.

“It’s unlocked, can you bring me to my room? My booze does fuck all with my coordination” He says.

She opens the door, noticing that it is unlocked. She glances around and no one is in sight, but the shower can be heard. Eddie hobbles over in the direction to his bedroom, the only room in the RV that has a slight smell of cigarettes and weed. She pushed open the barely closed door.

His room was definitely not clean to say the least. Rock posters were plastered all over his walls and there was a faint smell of leather from the jacket hanging in his closet. By the scattered closet was a gorgeous guitar handing in a glass case.

“Hey you can look but you can’t touch her Audra” Eddie chuckled and she rolled her eyes.

“You truly are a horrible drunk, you drink like this often?” Audra asked. It was in her head all night if the drinking will be a normal thing. She knew some who didn’t drink like her, but it was stupid how some people could do something so irresponsible at a young age.

“Only when I am nervous” He stuttered.

“What about the game?” Audra had ushered Eddie to his bed. He shook his head and was trying to find a way to explain his behaviour to her.

“Like I drink during the sessions just not as much as I did tonight” He shrugged. “I just wanted everything to go right.” His honey brown eyes had looked at his feet and he smiled softly.

“Dnd is a game where nothing goes as planned” Audra chuckled softly “This comes from a player and former dungeon master. You should know this.”

“I know, I know, it’s just that. I want you to stay around. The shit with Jason and you being a goody-two shoes gets attention from everyone.”

“I am staying Eddie, You got me as a member of your club. I had a lot of fun tonight with you” She assured him. “ I also want to say sorry for hugging you, I didn’t know that you were not the hugging type.”

“No! I am!” He laughed. “ It’s just that a girl hasn’t hugged me like that in a long time. I am just used to the occasional girl… coming here”

Audra rolled her eyes “For a fling”

“Very rarely Audra, usually to…hang out…” Eddie had to pick his words very carefully about his job.

“I see.”

“I also want to make sure I did not overstep tonight as well when I was touching you. I know it did get a bit heated.” He muttered, thinking back to the more intimate moments during the session.

“No, we talked about it, I just didn’t expect to…”

“To what?”

Audra stopped herself. She didn’t want this now, she just had her heart broken from the girl of her dreams. She did feel intensity with his touch and all but she only wants to have fun now. She didn’t want to start anything that will lead to heart break. Just some flirting and fooling around for her, for now.

“Look it’s not important. I am just getting over a heartbreak right now and I don’t want to overstep as well. So let me know if I do anything that may break your trust ok?” Audra grabbed his hand and grasped it firmly as Eddie repeated the behaviour.

“Got it, just stop making it so persuasive then. You are making it hard for me to not blush when I see your lovely acting skills” He leant closer to her in that moment and let off a soft chuckle.

“You need to stop doing the same thing. You are very persuasive” Audra said back, continuing the flirting. She didn’t know where to stop the flirting and questioned if she wanted it to stop at this point.

“As Dungeon master, I must to entertain all members of the group” He smiled sarcastically.

“I am sure that helps you get the ladies.” Audra purred at him as she inched even closer. It was a sarcastic remark, but she wasn’t going to say that she admired a person who loved being in charge.

“Very few have gotten as close as you have princess.”

Their lips were brushing against each other at this point. It would have only taken a slight gust of wind to push their lips together. Yet they froze, the two of them looking at each other’s brown eyes. Eddie wanted to say something that she smelt nice or that he thought she was pretty. Audra was tempted to push their lips together but remembered that Mike and Dustin were in the car.

“Shit, I should let you get some sleep, don’t think your uncle would want to see you hung over.”

“He has seen worse sweetheart. But sure, I’ll see you Monday.” Eddie almost looked disappointed by lied down in the bed. Audra had taken notice of this, realising that she may have crossed the line. Yet, she didn’t know what to say or do.

“I’ll see you on Monday” Was the last thing she said before she left his room.

NEXT PART

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cheesysoup-arlo · 6 months ago

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(not yet) Naked (but) in Manhattan (pt. 1)

Janis x reader

A/N: some of the words in here are exactly what it says in the song so full credit to that I did not come up with those parts

Turning your phone off of airplane mode and you had a few notification, one stood out to you at the bottom, a voicemail?

*voicemail from “Art cutie🎨”*

You decide to pop in your headphones to give it a listen

“Hey it’s Janis I know you just landed and I know you’re probably busy but I would love to see you so call me when you can”

Janis…your mind drifts back to your first time meeting her, exactly two months ago at the art exhibition back in California, it was a college student art exhibition for a few chosen students from different states to display their art. Getting the email that you were chosen and getting a free trip to California was awesome. You met so many amazing artists and you met this one person, Janis ‘Imi’ike. The prettiest person you’ve ever met, she was nice and helped you set up your display. After the event you to exchanged contact information to stay in contact given the fact you lived in different states from each other. Over the two months you two had gotten close, it felt different than any other friendship or even relationship you’d ever been in. She sends you good morning texts and good night texts which makes you have this warm fuzzy feeling that’s totally not a crush. You had a trip to New York planned for about 5 months now, when you made the plans you only knew one person living there, Damian Hubbar, you met him when you were working on set design on your last trip out here which was a work trip, he told you about his friend and shockingly you ended up meeting her without Damian, you’re snapped out of your trip down memory lane when you bump into someone “oh my gosh I’m so sorry” you say picking up your phone from the ground and you look up to see “Damian! What are you doing here man” you say a little surprise to find him at the airport “girl I’m here to pick you up, did you not get my text?” Damian said a little confused “oh shoot yeah sorry I saw it” you say remembering that Damian had sent to a few text “well let’s go bitch, we’re gonna head to my place to drop off your stuff and I was thinking we could maybe surprise Janis at her new studio, you know with the opening being today” Damian says grabbing one of your bags “oh yes absolutely” You said as you both continued to walk to the exit of the airport.

You guys made a quick stop at Damian’s apartment it was really nice, you dropped off your bags and Damian’s boyfriend decided to join you guys to go see Janis.

The drive was pretty short. The studio was absolutely beautiful, there was a mural at the entrance that you assumed Janis made. “All right we are about 5 minutes early so we can get out and hang out at the front before more people come” Damian said parking the car. There are a few people already there, “Damian omg what took you so long” the shorter of the three girls asks “I’m sorry Gretch I had to pick this one up from the airport” Damian says referring to you, you had seen these girls before but only in Instagram posts and stories “oh is this the famous y/n Janis won’t shut up about?” the tall blonde asks “um uh yeah? It’s nice to meet you guys” you say a little awkward “I’m Regina, this is Karen and-“ “I’m Gretchen” Gretchen says when Regina points at her to introduce herself “Regina, Karen, Gretchen, got it” you say giving them a thumbs up. The doors open to reveal a mildly stressed Janis “psst D, I need your help” Janis whisper yells causing Damian to rush over to her “I can’t reach the pamphlets” she says frustrated “it’s ok tiny gay I’ll save the day” he jokes, Janis rolls her eyes as he hands her the box “thank you, now you have to help pass them out” she says sticking her tongue out at him, you let out a small laugh observing their interaction. “Hey everybody welcome to the official opening of my art studio, thank you all for coming we have a lovely array of art and drinks” winking with the last word “please grab a pamphlet on your way in, they have descriptions of each art piece that I have currently up, when my next few art related events are, and my contact info for commission and other things” Janis says with a smile on her face followed by applause from the people attending. You go in and mingle for a while grabbing a drink and enjoying how amazing the art is, you’re especially drawn to her mix media pieces.

“Y/n? You-you made it? You actually came” Janis says as tears start to well up in her eyes “surprise? I told you I’d be in Manhattan, why wouldn’t I come to your opening?” You say pulling her in for a hug “I don’t know I thought maybe you’d be too tired to come you know jet lag” she says a little embarrassed “you’re right the jet lag is crazy but I wouldn’t want to miss something so important to you, you know I even moved to an early flight for you” you say with a small slightly embarrassed smirk “what! really?” Janis says genuinely surprised “yeah” you say with a nod. You and Janis mingle around and meet some new people until around 6:30pm. “Y’all wanna get tacos and then head to the nice gay bar” Regina suggests “oooo fuck yeah it’s the one by the theater right?” Janis asks “yeah and the really good taco place across the street” Regina says with a nod. You guys head to the taco shop, order and sit down together, you become the topic of conversation “Soooo how’s life, do you have a boyfriend or…girlfriend?” Gretchen asks “Boys suck and girls…I’ve never tried…” you say a little embarrassed about the last part “ooo ok but girls interest you?” Gretchen asks just out of curiosity “Yeah I guess you could say that” if you wanted to be completely honest you would say there’s one girl that interests you and she just so happened to be sitting right texting to you while your lovely new friend probes you with questions “Gretchen?” Regina says “I think you’re scaring her just a little” Regina says in the nicest way she can with a bitchy under tone “oh sorry, I just get excited” Gretchen says “it’s ok” you say forcing a small smile then picking at you chipped nail polish

You guys eat then head to the gay bar. “It smells like glitter and-“ you say “vodka?” Janis interrupts “yeah” you say with a laugh and smile “wanna go dance?” Janis suggests seeing Karen and Gretchen over there already “drinks first then absolutely” you say walking over to the bar you tell him your order and he hands it to you as your about to pay Janis slips him her card and says “put it on my tab” winking at you then ordering a drink herself “you know you didn’t have to do that right” you say “yeah but I wanted to” Janis say looking into your eyes with a kind smile, your face feels a little warm maybe it’s just your drink maybe it’s Janis (it’s definitely Janis) god why did this girl have such an effect on you. You decided to give yourself the limit of one drink, it was a new space with people you didn’t know well yet. Regina pulled you on to the dance floor, “heyyy” Regina said “hi” you said with a small laugh noticing her semi drunk state. You two were dancing close, your back pressed up against your front dancing to the music. Janis watches from the bar, her eyes trace your body from your face all the way down, biting her lip, she looks up at your face again to see that you’ve been watching her too, slightly embarrassed she blushes and looks away. “You know you two would be really cute together” Regina whispers right into your ear, her warm breath startling you slightly “what” you say quickly looking away from Janis “I said you two would be cute together, she talks about you a lot and I’ve never seen her look at someone like that so you’re definitely special” Regina says turning you around to look at her “how long are you here for” Regina ask “well um honestly I don’t have a return date and long as I go back eventually…for like my stuff” you say looking down at your hands, you’ve officially finished college and you honestly aren’t sure what you’re doing next “you really like her don’t ya” Regina says with a giggle “yeah, I do I really do fuck but I’ve never done anything with a girl before like not even kissed” you say embarrassed and realizing this is the first time you’ve admitted your crush on Janis “Y/n you’ll be fine, just be honest with her she love communication” Regina says putting her hand on your shoulder then turning you in the direction of Janis with a small push. “Hey y/n do you um wanna get out of here?” Janis asks “yeah um that would be nice” you say with a small smile “yo D, we’re gonna head out I got us an Uber” Janis says giving Damian a hug “byee see y’all tomorrow” Damian says followed by the rest of the group exchanging farewells. Janis grabs your hand and pulls you outside “we’re heading to my place, do you need anything?” Janis asks “no I’m good” you say fidgeting with your rings, she slides her arm around your waist looking at you to make sure you’re ok, you smile and blush creeps up on to your cheeks “it’s really nice to see you again” she says leaning her head on your shoulder, your breathe becomes a little unsteady, she had such an effect on you and she was barely doing anything. You two got into the Uber and headed to her house the ride was quiet and her hand rested gently on your thigh the whole time, you two would make eye contact often but not say anything.

Finally arriving at her apartment “welcome to my slightly messy home, make yourself comfortable sit literally anywhere” she says as she picks a few things up off the floor, you admire all the art around her house, the finished and unfinished projects “thirsty?, I’ve got water and iced tea” she says opening the fridge “water please” you say, she grabs two bottles of box water (I feel like she’s a box water drinker) “thank you” you say looking up at her from where you’re sitting on the floor (floor is the best place to sit not up for debate) she plops down next to you “how are you?” She asks “I’m really good…I’ve missed you a lot if I’m being honest” you say fidgeting with the cap of your bottle “I’ve missed you too, even with the calling and texting, I really like being around you” she says looking at you with her hand gently resting on your thigh, your skin feels like it’s on fire but in a good way, a light pink dusts your cheeks. You two just look into each other’s eyes for a moment, “um do you wanna stay over?, you can borrow some of my clothes and I have an extra toothbrush” Janis offers “yeah that’s sounds fun, finally hanging out after two months, just the two of us” that last part you say a little more quietly “wanna play a game?” Janis suggests “um sure what do you have in mind” you say a little hesitant “uh I got a couple Nintendo games or I got Jenga and Uno” Janis says “ooo do you have mariokart?” You ask “um yeah of course I have Mariokart” Janis says with a small laugh getting up to turn on the TV and grab the controllers “thank you” you say as she hands you a controller, she sets up the game, you pick your character and car (I’m personally a yoshi person most of the time) and she picks hers. You guys play a few rounds you won twice and Janis has too so now you’re doing a tie breaker “oh I’m totally gonna beat you” Janis says biting her bottom lip to focus, you let out a scoff “you said that last round and lost” your tongue peeking out the side of your lips as you focused on trying to beat her. You win “HA I BEAT YOU” you say standing up and getting close to her, Janis is sitting on the couch, she pulls you close by your belt loops, you get flustered and lose your balance falling on top of her causing her to lay down with you on top of her “woah” you say blushing at how close your face is to her’s “hey cutie” Janis says with a wink

A/N: pt. 2 coming soon (it’s smut lol) also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list <3

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steddieficfind · 7 months ago

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Hi! I was literally just reading a fic on the little pop-up safari window you get when you click on a link on tumblr and then my phone died and I lost the fic and arghhhhhhh

Basically I saw a post on my dash earlier today that was someone reccing an author and it linked several of their works with a brief description and the ao3 summary, with a link to the fic on ao3. It was complete and it had 3 chapters but I don’t remember anything else from the ao3 info box.

The plot is that Robin wants to go to a gay bar so she can kiss a girl (or maybe Eddie suggests it?) and Eddie’s taking her (he’s out to Steve but that doesn’t happen in the fic) but she’s really nervous so she asks Steve to come along and he agrees. Eddie gives him this whole talk about how there are going to be gay people at the gay bar and Steve can’t freak out if they’re being gay or if guys try to flirt with him, which kind of insults Steve, kind of makes him feel really weird about the potential of getting gay flirted with, and kind of makes him super determined to show that he’s a Good Ally. Eddie helps Steve get ready and when they get to the bar Eddie pretends to be Steve’s boyfriend to stop guys from hitting on him. A drag queen tells Steve that Eddie’s in love with him and Steve freaks out about it and talks to Robin, who points out that maybe he should just be gay for Eddie. At first Steve is like No Way I’m Straight but then he thinks about it a bit more and decides to test it (his possible bisexuality) out by taking Eddie back to the bar to see if he (Steve) likes the fake boyfriend thing, which Robin thinks is an awful idea. In the meantime Eddie watches a basketball game with Steve and Steve goes to a hellfire meeting. They go to the bar and Steve is like Yup I’m For Sure Crushing On Eddie and I don’t remember what happens next because that’s about where I lost the fic.

Some details I remember are as follows: the drag queen is named Connie and she has a bet going with Steve about the basketball game and she promises to buy him a round of drinks in after the game airs in three weeks which is Steve’s excuse for bringing Eddie back, Steve bumps into one person on his way to the bar and the guy starts flirting with him/asking him to dance and that one guy is all it takes for Eddie to swoop in like Nope I’m Your Boyfriend Now, the author refers to the tops that Steve and Eddie wear as “singlets” (which was really confusing to me at first as I could only picture the wrestling leotards until I turned to google), Eddie puts makeup on Steve and it’s black and gold, Eddie give Steve a sword necklace and a spiky bracelet, neither of them return each others clothes because they liiiiiiiiiike each other, at one point eddie says that Robin has experienced being part of a “lesbian sandwich” (a term that Steve doesn’t know) and points out that she has red lipstick on her face

Sorry that’s a lot of details but I was reading the fic literally just a few hours ago before my frantic search to find it again

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wooahaeruby · 25 days ago

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Chapter 32: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Chapter Word Count: 4,052

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“Roles are reversed compared to the first time I met you.”

He watched Mouse frown before her brow softened and a laugh left her. “Yeah, I guess they are.”

“So…You want to talk?”

Standing from his office chair, Mouse shuffled her way to the couch, sitting on the other end. She rewrapped herself in the blanket, getting comfortable before she simply…stared at him.

“I got you good.” She snickered, eyeing the bruise on his face.

He huffed a laugh and nodded. “Proud of that one?”

“Little bit, yeah. I think it was a well deserved punch for the moment.”

Swallowing his pride, Seungcheol turned to her, sitting crisscrossed. “I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I said. It was childish of me to infer that you were trying to make your way to the top, I am really sorry for that. The moment I said it, I wanted to take it back. I’m also sorry for inferring that you didn’t care about the guys. I know you do, I know you care for the guys so much and you’ve done nothing in the last months of knowing you to show you didn’t care or anything to break our trust. Thinking back…I realized I held jealousy for the attention and affection you showed them. I felt left out in all honesty.”

He watched as Mouse nodded along to his words, sitting quietly as he spoke.

“I know it’s weird telling you that I like you. I know that I need to regain your trust, and I know things get complicated with Joshua, Jeonghan in the mix, and you. It’s all…complicated and I'm going to stop myself before I continue to ramble…”

“This reminds me of when Jeonghan and I got into a fight in a way.” She started, shaking her head. “I told him that I couldn’t hate him. However, with him, I said I wanted to punch him. With you, I got to punch you.”

That was good, right? Not hating him? Right?

“Like I said, I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, bullying was the worst, but hearing you of all people, someone I’d even call a friend at that point, insinuating I was whoring myself around when in actuality I was listening to Hongjoong ramble on for an hour about the youngest in Ateez and how they are a menace to society. Chris was talking about some show he and Felix were watching and if I’ve seen it. For one thing, Hongjoong is gay, look at him. Hand flick and all, fruit variety. The sign is bright and blinking. Chris was just fucking around.”

Mouse huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, sitting back against the armrest of the couch. “And it wasn’t even Hongjoong’s idea to get you mad, this is Siyeon’s fault-” She froze and one of her hands clamped over her mouth.

Blinking once, twice, Seungcheol stared at her. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing- You didn’t hear anything-”

“Siyeon came up with this idea?”

“Cheol, don’t-”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, standing up, ready to lay into Siyeon when the device was pulled from his hands.

“You don’t get to kill my friend!” Mouse held the phone away from him, sending him a glare. “Even if she caused this mess.”

“I’m gonna kill her, Mouse.” He reached for his phone but she was quick to drop her down her sweatshirt, crossing her arms.

“No, you can’t.”

Sending her a tired glare, Seungcheol huffed out an annoyed sigh. “Give me my phone.”

“Hm…No.” Mouse shook her head.

“Give me my phone, please.”

“Nah.”

“Maybe I don’t like you and I hate you.”

“Sure, Jan.” She snickered. “Now sit down, I wasn’t done talking.”

He stared her down, but deep down he knew that he wasn’t going to win this battle. Seungcheol flopped into his seat, pouting like a child, narrowing his eyes at her. “I’m gonna kick her ass.”

“I’m sure you will.” Mouse scoffed a laugh, pulling his phone from her shirt and placing it in her lap. “But yes, Siyeon did admit to me that this all was…her fault, but in her defense, she stated that it would help us realize something .”

“Oh…” The pout he wore faded and his cheeks flushed. He avoided Mouse’s gaze, sinking into the cushions. “That…makes sense at least.”

“Seungcheol,” His eyes snapped to look at her, seeing the apprehension behind her eyes. “I’m somewhat sure of what my feelings are for you. I was happy being friends with you, talking with you, and getting to know you, and anything more than that involves longer conversations with Jeonghan and Joshua. I can forgive you, I think kicking your ass in a fighting ring was beneficial for me at least. I don’t want to rush things. I don’t want you to get your hopes up so quickly. However, I think the three of you need to have a conversation that I am not present for. I think it would be best to…air some grievances between you guys.”

“So you want Joshua to hit me again?” Raising a thick brow, he did hold some hope in his heart, both for his relationship with Joshua and his relationship with Mouse.

Mouse laughed at that, shaking her head. “I think I can talk him down from another fight as long as you don’t fuck up like that again.”

“Trust me when I say I will never pull shit like that again. I promise that on SVT.”

“I’ll hold you to that promise, Cheol.” She gave a smile before a yawn was wrecking through her. “God damn it. I should go back to bed.”

“I think we both should.”

Standing up, Seungcheol waited for Mouse to move, watching her stand up, securing the blanket around her before handing his phone back. In a comfortable silence, the two exited the office, heading down the hall to their respective rooms. He stopped at the door to the room she claimed, sliding his hands into his pockets as he waited for her to go in.

“Goodnight. Hopefully we can both get some sleep.” She whispered, slowly cracking the door open, hoping to keep the noise to a minimum with how light of a sleep Jeonghan was.

He snickered under his breath, nodding. “Goodnight, Mouse. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Once the door was fully closed behind her, he placed himself against the wall, sighing with a stupid smile spread on his face. He scoffed at himself, shaking his head, knowing his heart was definitely beating out of his chest.

He was going to make it up to her, he was determined to, especially with her acknowledgement of feelings. While the thought of talking with Joshua was going to be hard with the other man only talking business when necessary, Seungcheol was ready to face whatever Joshua had to say.

Hopefully Jeonghan would be a decent mediator between the two…

“Why did you call a meeting with the three of us?” Jeonghan strolled into the warehouse office, a hop to his step and curious lilt to his voice.

Joshua trailed in behind Jeonghan, hands shoved into his trouser pockets, a deadpanned, almost uninterested gaze on his face. Seungcheol sighed, standing and nodding his head to the door.

“Lock it, we need to chat.”

Though his head was tilted with interest, Jeonghan did as he was told before placing himself at his usual spot at the conference table. Joshua followed, sitting across from his friend while Seungcheol sat at the head, clearing his throat.

“Mouse…said we should talk.” He started, flicking her gaze between his friends, gauging their reactions.

“She did?” While both answered the same, Jeonghan was surprised while Joshua held apprehension in his tone.

“Yeah. The other night she asked if she and I could talk and we did, but she also said that the three of us should talk.”

“The other night?” The youngest of the three looked to Jeonghan who slyfully looked away. “When?”

“What can I say? You are a heavy sleeper. She usually slips out when you are absolutely gone, dude.”

Shooting the middle of the three a glare, Joshua bit his tongue. Jeonghan hummed, resting an elbow on the table, head in hand, and smiling deviously at Seungcheol.

“So, Cheolie~ What did this conversation entail?”

“I apologized for what I said, stating it was childish of me and some other things.” He was being vague, he knew it, but Seungcheol didn’t want Jeonghan all up in his business just yet. “It was a simple conversation of building trust up again, how I felt, stuff like that. She said she can forgive me.”

“Anything else?” Jeonghan probed, eyes gleaming with interest.

“Nothing I’m going to say to you right now.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “But she thinks that we should talk and air out our issues and concerns.”

“Concern number one!” Jeonghan piped up, leaning closer to Seungcheol. “Do you actually like Mouse?”

“Yeah. I do, in fact, like her.”

“Hm, so those lunches you took her to were…dates?”

“Oh my god, Han, shut up.” Joshua sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Cool, so you like her, what makes you think that liking her will get you anywhere with her?”

“I’m not concerned about that.” Seungcheol started matter-of-factually, folding his hands on the table.

“Why? Why?” Jeonghan’s eyes were wide like a child at a candy store. “Why are you not concerned?”

“Jeonghan! Why are you so fucking eager about this?” Hitting his hand on the table, Joshua rose to his full height.

The heavy roll of Jeonghan’s eyes had Seungcheol puzzled, stunning at the sudden outburst from the usually calm one of the three. Jeonghan turned to face Joshua, sitting back in his seat.

“Unlike you, Joshua, I’m content with my relationship. I don’t fear Mouse flirting and I don’t fear Mouse going off and cheating. You were the only curveball but I saw it from a mile away and purposely got you together. I trust Mouse to communicate with me, just as she put trust in you and I to do the same.” Jeonghan let a sigh puff out from his chest. “If Mouse does like Seungcheol, I don’t see a problem with that, because I’m happy if she is happy, and I’m not concerned about either of you stealing her from me.”

“In my defense, I don’t want to steal her-”

“Stay out of this, Cheol.” Joshua snapped. “Jeonghan, don’t assume that I’m insecure about my relationship with Mouse. I trust Mouse because I understand where you are coming from in regards to this relationship. I don’t trust him with our girlfriend because I don’t know what’s going to come out of his stupid fucking mouth..”

Throwing his hand out, Joshua pointed at Seungcheol, eyes never leaving Jeonghan. The latter rolled his eyes once more, scoffing a laugh under his breath. The more the conversation went on, the more stunned Seungcheol became, eyebrows furrowed together with his mouth agape.

“Yeah, totally not insecure. Are you jealous, Shua?”

Taking a breath and dropping his hand back to the table, Joshua tried to calm down. “I’m not jealous, but I’m terrified right now.”

That had Jeonghan frowned, sitting straight. Seungcheol shook his head, joining in the frowning at Joshua.

The leader cleared his throat, righting himself. “Terrified? Dude, what's going on?”

Joshua swallowed thickly, letting his eyes shift between Jeonghan and Seungcheol. There was something internal he was fighting, his arms and shoulders tight with tension before his shoulders dropped. “Since…her apartment got broken into, I’ve had this uncomfortable pit in my stomach. I feel like I’m being watched when I know I’m not. I’ve had guards everywhere and they are finding nothing. I’m having Wonwoo check street cameras and he is finding nothing. Something doesn’t seem right and I’m terrified. I haven’t been this scared since Shownu and Kihyun kicked your ass into the hospital, Cheol.”

“Josh..” Seungcheol stood and pushed his seat back, dropping his shoulders. He reached out and placed a hand on the other’s shoulders. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Because I’m worried that it’s nothing, meaning I’m just hallucinating, and I’ve been trying to be there for Mouse while she is going through all this bullshit.”

“Is that why you’ve been with Wonwoo all the time?” Jeonghan questioned, a frown still plastered on his face, only for Joshua to nod.

Seungcheol gave a squeeze to his friend’s shoulder, hoping to provide some comfort for the anguish he has been silently going through.

“What was it that you said back when Jeonghan and I were arguing about Mouse?” Seungcheol thought for a moment, wracking his brain. “Oh! ‘ We are brothers. We stick together, we figure things out together, and we don’t let the others get hurt.’ We have your back, we have Mouse’s, and we will figure this all out. I know you are still probably mad at me, but you can always come to me when you need something.”

“I sounded pretty smart back then.”

“Back then? It has only been a few months!” Jeonghan laughed, seemingly lightening the mood.

“Oh.” Seungcheol chimed in. “Would this be a bad time to tell you guys that Siyeon was the one that set up Hongjoong and Chris to flirt with Mouse?”

“All I’m saying is that coming back to work with a pile of paperwork wasn’t what I wanted.” Strolling into Seokmin’s office and closing the door behind you, you tossed the file onto his desk, falling into the seat across from him. “Hi.”

“Good afternoon, honey.” He hummed, peering over his glasses rims to see you. “And I didn’t place those there, that was the big boss above me.”

You gave a pout, brushing some hair from your face. “Of course it was.”

“I heard down the grapevine that three of our friends had a private meeting.”

You sat up straight, beaming. “Really? They actually talked?”

“I mean, when I saw them last night they were laughing together for the first time since the thing.”

“You aren’t fucking with me, right?”

He snickered, shaking his head. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you are my best friend and you are friends with Hannie.”

“Valid but no, I am not fucking with you.” He sat back in his desk chair, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

“That’s good.” A small weight lifted from your shoulders, easing some of the tension that was held in your muscles. “That’s great.”

“Also, your building got fitted with the new security systems now. No one can get into the main parts of the building without a personal code which I am having everyone set up. All of the apartment doors have keypads now. I’m working on the parking garage but that takes more time.”

Nodding along, you sighed, a smile on your face. “Thank you, really.”

“I added more security to your apartment.” That had you tilting your head. “I know you don’t really like living in the penthouse, it’s a lot, especially with all of us going in and out at odd hours. I had our guys put an extra lock on the inside of the door and when you want to go back, Wonu wants your permission to add some panic buttons.”

“I’ll…” You paused. “Yeah, I might want to try and go this weekend, but I’ll probably ask Hannie and Shua to come and stay with me.”

Seokmin snickered. “I mean, Cheol is always there too.”

“Oh god, shut up.” You rolled your eyes, slouching once more. “Him and I…still need to figure everything out. But him talking with the other two is a good step.”

“Anyways,” Seokmin started, “When’s your first official date?”

“Goodbye.” Standing up, you shook your head as he laughed. “I’ll see you later.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan held your hand, standing in front of your apartment door.

Joshua put his arm over your shoulder, one of your bags slung over his other shoulder. “We can always turn around and head back.”

“No!” You shook your head. “Sorry, no. I’m okay.”

“Y/N, is that you?” Ms. Nina’s voice had you perking up, looking past Jeonghan to see the woman. “Oh it is! Look at you.”

Shuffling over, she shooed Jeonghan out of the way, which he gladly parted from you for, letting the older woman fawn over you. Joshua removed his arm, watching with a small, amused smile as she took your face into her hands, moving you all about. “I have been so worried about you and that friend of yours that owns the building has been so sweet in getting new security and making sure everyone is comfortable.”

“Hi, yeah, hello.” Your shoulders dropped, along with the tension you had, and you managed to smile. “He is very sweet, one of my best friends. Speaking of other friends, Ms. Nina, this is Jeonghan and Joshua, my boyfriends.”

She paused, looking at you before looking at the taller men staring close. “Hm.” Was all she managed to give along with a tilt of her head.

“Oh- Oh my god.” Jeonghan nearly dropped your bag, elbowing Joshua before they both were bowing their heads respectfully.

“There it is.” She laughed, placing her hands on your shoulders and laughed, all sweet and happy.

“Huh?” You peered at your boyfriends’ bowed heads before looking back at her.

“We heard you left the country.” Joshua lifted his eyes and she laughed once more.

“Oh lift your heads, no need to be so formal after all these years.” Waving the two off, she winked at you. “Let’s talk inside, shall we?”

Swallowing your anxiety, you looked to the apartment door, knowing you hadn’t been back since the day you went to make sure what was lost. You never asked the state in which the apartment was left in…

“Go on, you got them and me with you.” Ms. Nina gave a small pat to your back.

With Seokmin having set your door code, you reached out with a shaky hand, tapping in the code. A beep followed with the sound of the lock turning, leaving a silence that filled the hallway. Turning the handle, you pushed the door open, much like you did the night you returned home from the ball. With your eyes closed, you reached in blindly to flip the hallway light on.

“Oh you boys were busy.” Ms. Nina said, followed by Jeonghan snickering.

“Come on~ Open your eyes.” Jeonghan placed a kiss on your cheek, “We promise it’s okay.”

Mustering the courage, you cracked your eyes open, sucking in a deep breath that you held deep within your chest.

Inside, the apartment was clean, no longer littered with fragments of torn furniture and broken items. Long gone was the smashed TV, replaced with a new one now mounted on the wall from where you stood in the entrance.

Stepping forward into the apartment, you let your eyes continue to wonder about, taking in the new items. Your old computer desk was gone, replaced with an L-shaped one with a new set up of monitors and a sleek, new and shiny computer tower sitting in the corner of the desk. The books and small decor items were either replaced or placed almost back in their proper places. The picture frame with your graduation pictures was new, sitting where it originally was on your computer desk.

The sound of the door shutting had you jumping out of your skin, being calmed by Ms. Nina’s hand on your back and a smile on her face for an apology.

“Hannie…Shua…” Looking back to them, both simply smiled, kicking their shoes off to follow you inside. “What did you do?”

“Us? Baby, you have a whole army behind you.” Jeonghan laughed. “Between us, ATZ, and-”

“Ahh-” You cut him off, panic written on your face as you motioned to Ms. Nina. “Shut the fuck up?!”

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t need to worry yourself over that.” She laughed, pinching your cheek which only had you even more confused.

“Ms. Nina…or Rheia, as we know her, knows very well the work we do.” Joshua stepped in, lifting your chin and kissing your forehead before he was walking in and dropping your bag on the couch.

“Wait-” You held your own face now, eyes wide when staring at her. “You-”

“A long thirty years with Psy when we were younger.” She hummed, glancing around. “I knew the instant you showed up in that dress what business you were involved with. Seeing that little friend Jongho of yours wasn’t hard to piece things together after.”

“And you know-”

“When MX and us branched off, Psy helped us, and she was there helping him for a while more in a consultant type position.” Jeonghan hummed.

“Ay, don’t knock these old bones, I still do.” She scolded, seeing Jeonghan snicker.

“Holy fuck, I’m surrounded by you people.”

“ Rheia, what are you doing in the city?” Joshua ignored your internal breakdown.

“Well for one, I can’t leave those idiots alone with the new guy Psy put in charge, he still needs a lot to learn, that’s why Psy is still around and so am I. Secondly, I’m only here for a little while longer, I’ll be heading to my winter home down south soon until the new year.”

“Is that why you always leave for Christmas?!” You quietly screamed to yourself, leaning yourself back against the couch. “Wait- Mother fuckers!”

Turning, you pointed at both Joshua and Jeonghan then motioned around. “Do not tell me you all-”

“Hey- whoa.” Jeonghan put his hands up. “This was a collaborative task. Us, ATZ, 99 line, and DC helped pitch in. We sourced everything legally and stuff was collected from extras…sales…everything like that…”

You moved quickly, pulling open the cabinets in your kitchen, seeing the similar dishware to your original ones. Moving once more, you shuffled down the hall and threw the bathroom door open. It was clean, no longer ruined with a shredded mattress and old bed frame, your clothes, and personal items destroyed around the room. A new vanity was where you old one ways and a stack of new make up piled together with a bow on top. The closet was fixed with your belongings away and clothes properly hung up, even the dress from the ball.

Wait-

“Which one of you got me a bigger bed?”

Walking back into the living room, Ms. Nina, Jeonghan, and Joshua were sitting in the living room.

“Guilty.” Jeonghan raised a hand, sending a wink your way. “Listen, if we are adding Seungcheol into this-”

“I never agreed-” Joshua cut in.

“Shut up, I wasn’t talking to you,” Jeonghan silenced him before continuing. “Anyways, we could barely fit comfortably if we tried so I sized it up to a king-”

“You are dating some interesting men, sweetheart.”

“Oh, tell me about it.”

"We know you don’t like when we do everything over the top, but was everything okay here?” Jeonghan had his head resting on your shoulder, both of you waiting for Joshua to come join the pile in bed.

Laying on your back, you nodded, carding a hand through his hair slowly. “You didn’t have to, none of you did…but I appreciate it a lot, Hannie.”

“When we asked who wanted to help, it turned into who didn’t want to help.” Entering the room, now comfortable in his pajamas, Joshua slid into bed on your other side, draping an arm over your waist and resting his head on the pillow. “Wonwoo got the computer stuff with Cheol. DC got all the makeup and clothes, fixed the closet. Jongho managed to find similar dishes and got the guys to get the couch and TV. The guys of 99 line were helping get your books since your old ones were ruined…”

“I’ll have to thank them later.” You yawned, feeling Jeonghan pull the covers up snuggly. “For the first time in a while…I think I might sleep through the night.”

“Good, I don’t want you getting up.” Jeonghan hummed, his face getting pressed comfortably into your neck. “Goodnight, love. Night, Shua.”

Joshua bid you both a goodnight, followed not long with you, drifting peacefully into the night of slumber.

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tricks-tickles · 1 year ago

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Prom Dress

read my random hcs here! (i promise it will make more sense lol)

my own prom was two weeks ago and so i was inspired to write this and i s2g when i started this i did not ship bunny but these mfs grew on me like a fungus

if you have any ideas for any drabbles send me an ask!

word count: 1614

pairing: Lee!Butters/Ler!Kenny

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Butters really liked Kenny. They’d been friends since they were little but had become especially closer in their teens, with Kenny opening up about being transgender and Butters confiding in her about his less-than-stellar parents. On top of that, Kenny was the kindest person Butters knew, and she always supported him. She was funny, easy to get along with, and made Butters feel important, like he mattered. Honestly, he liked her a little more than as a friend but was too shy to say anything.

So, he really liked her and liked hanging out with her and spending time with her…

But.

Senior prom was coming up and everybody had been talking about it for weeks, even the least interested people had been drawn into the endless conversation. (Craig’s contributions to the discussion had been limited to “No.” and “I don’t know.” but at least he’d said something.)

Everyone had their own drama regarding the prom. It would be the first prom where Stan wouldn’t be going with Wendy, as the two had broken up for ‘the last time’ two months prior. Kyle was attending with a date (for once), a boy from North Park who he’d met through basketball. Cartman also had someone to bring, his long-distance girlfriend who was traveling to South Park from Canada (mainly to prove she existed). For Kenny, this was her first prom where she would be openly going as a girl, with Butters as her platonic date. This was a big deal, obviously, and with prom just a week away she was in full panic over what she was going to wear. Her panic had started on Wednesday morning-

“Oh, shit.”

“Huh?”

“Shiiit.”

“Oh, what’s wrong, Ken?”

“I just realized- I’ll need a fucking dress.”

“What for?”

“Prom!”

-And now on Friday she was still stressing out. She had scrounged up enough money to buy a dress from their local Goodwill. Now, she had narrowed it down to two options. A burnt orange gown with a bardot neckline, or a tight black bodycon with a long slit up the thigh. She had the body to fill them out, with a combination of exercise, padding, (estrogen that she’d bought online,) and luck she had a petite, feminine frame. Now she just had to choose which dress to wear.

“I just don’t know,” She was saying, swiping back and forth between the pictures on her phone, “The black dress is cool, but is it too edgy? And I dunno what accessories I would wear with it.” She shoved her phone in her pocket and started rummaging in her closet, “I like the orange one, but it could be too much… although these shoes would go perfectly…”

Kenny had been going on like this for nearly an hour now, and while Butters had tried his absolute best to stay engaged, from going to the store with her earlier to now helping her make the final decision, his attention was drifting. His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it.

eric✨: im board wanna play cod

butters: i can’t! im helping kenny pick her prom dress :(

eric✨: jfc is she still going on abt that

eric✨: she rlly is a girl

butters: of course she is! she’s the nicest, prettiest girl in the world <3

eric✨: dude

eric✨: gay

butters: shhh •////•

eric✨: wanna play l8r

butters: okay!! :D

“Hey! Did I lose ya?” Kenny said, suddenly appearing in front of him.

“Ah! Sorry Ken, got a lil’ distracted, hehe.” He said, throwing his phone to the side and smiling up at her innocently.

Kenny squinted at him for a minute and Butters squirmed under her stare. She was extremely pretty. Long blonde hair plaited into twin braids, smooth tan skin, and bright blue eyes, as bright as Butter’s glass one. She was dressed casually, with her oversized orange hoodie and black sweatpants, and was watching Butters with a mischievous smile.

“It’s okay,” She said, “Maybe I need to take a break and come back to it. And, I think I know something that'll catch your interest.”

Butters sat up straighter, excited. “And what would that be?”

She grinned at his eagerness and lifted her hands to show him her nails. Kenny had bought false nails at the drugstore and was planning on wearing them before prom so she could get used to the feeling. They were long and black, except for the ring fingers, which were orange

Butters gasped, “They’re so pretty! And they’ll match whatever dress you choose.”

“I know right, I’m so fuckin’ smart.” She trailed off, “Do you know what else they're good for?”

Butters hummed, thinking. “Peelin’ off stickers? Untyin’ knots? Oh! Makin’ clicky sounds when you tap on your phone!”

“Noho,” She giggled, “This.”

She put her hand on Butters’s chest and gently pushed him back on the bed, then straddled his legs. He felt his face get hot at their proximity and also began to squirm in anticipation. Butters liked many things about hanging out with Kenny, and this was one of his favorites.

She gave him that Cheshire grin, then pushed up his Hello Kitty t-shirt and gently traced one nail down his chest, towards his belly button.

“Wait! Kehehehen!” He giggled, wiggling in place.

“Whaaat?” She teased, dragging the tips of her nails down his sides and scratching them in small circles.

“Ahahaw jehehehehez,” He squeaked, “Thahahat’s reheheahahally tihihickly!”

“You’re so fucking ticklish. It’s adorable.” Kenny teased. She rested her nails on the sides of his ribs, then quickly swiped down to his hips and back up again.

“Kehehennyhy! Pleheheahasehe, ihihit tihihicklehes sohohoho bahahahad!” He giggled, bunching his hands in his shirt and wiggling in place. His faux complaints were part of the game, to spare him some embarrassment.

“You say that, but you aren’t moving, or pushing me away, or saying stop, or-“

“Hehehe! Yohohohuhuhu knohohow why!” It didn’t really work.

She hummed, lightly pinching Butter’s ribs, “Do I? Maybe I forgot.”

“Kehehen,” He whined, “Yohohouhur behehihin’ mehehahan.”

“You’re right,” Kenny said, “I know you love being tickled so fuckin’ much.”

She then started to gently spider her fingers over his stomach.

“Nohohohohot thehehe behehelly!” He laughed.

“Why not?” Kenny said, then leaned forwards and whispered in his ear, “Is your tummy too ticklish?”

Butters squealed, his face burning as he leaned forward to press his face into Kenny’s neck. His hands came to grip her waist as he giggled helplessly while her nails gently wiggled all over his body. He sat up even more, giggling into Kenny as her hands came around to skim over his back, making him arch into her.

“Ehehehe! Ihi dihihidn’t ehevehen knohohow my bahahack wahahas tihihicklihihsh!” He said, his arms wrapping around Kenny, hugging her while she tickled his back. Her hands began to crawl higher and higher until they brushed his shoulder blades and his long-forgotten flight or fight instincts rewoke as Butters flipped her onto the bed and grabbed her arms, pinning her down.

They both panted for a second, breathless for different reasons. While Kenny often played with him, Butters never took charge or fought back.

“S-sorry, Kenny.” He stuttered, his face burning. Kenny was still staring at him, her mouth agape. He let go of her hands and shuffled back a bit, ready to get off her. Instead, she sat up and took his face in her hands.

“...Kendall?” He said, flustered beyond belief. She was looking at him like she’d never seen him before.

“I-I just realized that I like you. Like right now, holy fucking shit.”

Now it was Butters’s turn to gape. “You- what?” He said, brain struggling to comprehend her words.

“I like you. Romantically. Fuck! I mean, of course, I like you, it’s fucking obvious. I like being around you and you make me laugh and when I see you with other people I get jealous and I haven’t wanted to be with anyone since we became close and I think you’re wonderful and kind and beautiful and oh my fucking God, I might actually be in-” She cut herself off, staring at him.

He blinked. Turned to his brain, which hummed like static, and shrugged back at him. He blinked again. Suddenly, it seemed like there was only one thing to do.

He leaned forward, closing his eyes as their lips touched. It was the chaste kiss to end all chaste kisses, barely a brush of skin, but he felt a deep warmth that started at his mouth and spread throughout his whole body.

There was a beat, then Kenny pulled his face back in and kissed him properly. He made a little noise of surprise, tilting his head to press them closer together. His hands slid up her back, fisting into her hoodie as she moved against him, his stomach swooping when she softly bit his lip. He had never felt so right.

They kissed till they were laying down, breathless, and pressed against each other.

“So…” Butters said, never one to let even a comfortable silence sit.

“So,” Kenny replied, scratching her nails through his hair.

“Did you decide which dress you were gonna wear?” He asked, making her laugh.

“Yeheah, I think I did.”

Butters sat up, looking at her with sparkles in his eyes.

“Then let's go get it!” He said, springing off the bed.

Kenny laughed again, then followed him up, kissing him softly.

“Let’s.”

On the way to the door, Butters remembered his phone and grabbed it, opening his and Eric’s messages.

butters: cant play later anymore ;)

eric✨: r u and kenny gonna have gay sex

butters: … :)

eric✨: BUTTERS????

eric✨: YOU DOG

eric✨: BUTTERS I S2G MSSG ME BNACK

eric✨: PEICE OF SHIT

eric✨: BUTTERS

#lee!butters #ler!kenny #south park tickles #trick dont mention craig in a fic challege #FR im actuallty pleased w this one #i cant believe i wrote actual fanfiction in between the tickles

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sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare · 2 years ago

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A Poet Could Not But Be Gay — part 2

Part 1

Pairing: college!au Ellie Williams x f!reader

summary: You and Ellie text after you like her post and see each other in class again. You talk to each other, slowly growing closer.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mutual pining, reader has no rizz, anxiety, English class

a/n: M (minors and men) DNI, please! Y'all I can't believe you guys gave me 34 notes on my first-ever fic!!! I'm literally on top of the world and it really motivated me to write another chapter so here it is!! 😁

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Ellie Williams: Hey stalker (;

You were frozen. Your breath had caught in your throat and you felt your entire body burning up as though you'd throw up at any second. Your phone screen had gone black by then and you only had time to blink before another notification came in.

Ellie Williams added you as a friend.

Finally, you were able to breathe. What the fuck is happening!? you thought. She has to be playing some kind of prank on me 'cause no one should be this cool about a random girl like a — how old was it? 5-week-old picture!

You decided that the best thing to do was to respond. She already knew you were online and you would only look more guilty if you ignored her. Ellie had caught you red-handed, sure, but she didn't need to know why you were looking her up. You started typing, probably taking way longer than you should to write a simple text.

you: hey! sorry i was just struggling with the homework and youre the only person i knew from that class so i looked you up

you: how are you handling the last minute assignment she sent us?

Really? A double text seconds after I was caught stalking her? I'm fucking dead. Every second that passed by felt like an hour. You were biting your nails, staring at the screen impatiently. She hadn't even seen it yet and you felt like she was judging you through the phone. After one minute, she opened the chat and started typing. Looking at those three taunting dots, you couldn't help but imagine all the texts she could be writing. Nightmarish thoughts were flying through your brain when her text finally appeared.

Ellie Williams: Oh fuck I hadn't even seen that email! What kind of psychopath of a teacher sends an assignment at 6pm?

You let out a relieved sigh, thankful she hadn't asked any questions regarding your lie. Your shaking thumbs started typing but you received another text.

Ellie Williams: And who even has a favourite poem to write 500 words about

Ellie Williams: Well you definitely do

You had to read that twice. She remembers about my poem. Your small smile grew into a grin, and the little exhale from your nose grew into a fit of giggles. You rolled onto your back before remembering you had to answer her.

you: im glad i was able to tell you about the assignment! and yeah i have a favourite poem and i absolutely LOVE telling people about it but i know how scatterbrained i can be so idk if ill be able to make sense

The two of you texted back and forth for a few minutes but your shyness held you back and your conversation eventually dwindled. After several minutes of radio silence on both ends, your phone vibrated again.

Ellie Williams: Well I'm gonna start writing that paper but I'll see you on Wednesday!

you: good luck with that!

you: cant wait to see you again :)

You held your breath, frightened by your boldness.

Ellie Williams: Don't miss me too much (;

You honestly thought you could have died at that moment. And there was that winking face again. You couldn't believe your clumsy mistake had led you to have an actual conversation! Outside of school! Sure it was mainly about your shared class but now it felt more personal. She wasn't just "Ellie, the hot girl from my poetry class" anymore. She was Ellie Williams, the charming girl you'd met in class and befriended and fell in love with and moved in with and married and — ok now. I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I don't even know her favourite colour yet. I don't even know if she likes girls, let alone me!

You decided that the best thing for you to do now was to focus on your assignment. It wouldn't take very long but at least it would keep your mind occupied for a little while.

Though the poem was about the beauty of nature and all it has to offer, you couldn't help but relate every verse to Ellie.

"they / Out-did the sparkling waves in glee" Ellie outdoes everyone and everything. There was not a single thing you could think of that you would rather look at than Ellie. There was no sound you'd rather hear than her laugh and no word you'd rather read than hers. I'm so fucking gay, it's ridiculous, you thought.

Some verses you felt rather poetic about, while others felt like they were describing the slight gay panic you'd had upon first seeing her, "I gazed — and gazed — but little thought". That's exactly how you'd felt. You'd stared at her sheer beauty and focused on nothing but her. The only thing you could remember from your time staring at her was the warmth that had formed in your belly and the tingling in your face.

You had known this girl for barely 8 hours and you could already see her in everything. Fuck, this is gonna hurt.

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Tuesday was somewhat uneventful. You'd been awoken by your alarm once again and had rolled over to check your phone. You were barely awake when you saw that Ellie had changed your name on messenger to "y/n🌸". Has she been thinking about me? you thought with a grin plastered to your face. Before you had time to overthink, you quickly changed her name to "Ellie 😉".

Neither of you texted the other again until Wednesday. It was a cool and cloudy day meaning everything had grey undertones and you refused to let yourself darken because of some stupid clouds. That's why you chose to wear your long sleeve, bright yellow shirt underneath short, green overalls.

The sky might be grey and sad but I'm looking like a ray of fucking sunshine! you told yourself in the mirror. The colour you wore made you feel invincible, as though you could conquer the world and make it bright again.

Eventually, after an interminable lecture, you were sat at your seat in your and Ellie's shared class, awaiting the girl herself. To busy yourself, you started taking out your books and laptop, putting your pens neatly out onto your side of the desk. While you were distracted, Ellie walked into the class.

Ellie's thoughts

Ellie's mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say to you when she saw you. She knew she would say hi; that was a given. But what then? She didn't want to just be an acquaintance to you. She wanted to be on your mind as much as you were on hers, which was constantly. Dreams of you consumed her nights which she loved until she woke up and realized you had barely talked to each other.

When she walked into the classroom, she nearly froze in the doorframe. Of course, she thought, on a gross day like this, she has to look like a ray of fucking sunshine. It was as though you were trying to make her fall head over heels for you.

When she started walking normally again, your head popped up and a genuine smile graced your lips. Ellie felt like the Earth had stopped spinning and smiled back with false confidence. She sat down next to you and told you her scripted, "Hi," in her usual, honeyed voice, adding an improvised, "how you doing?", proud she hadn't stumbled over her words.

"Hi," you answered, voice quieter than hers, "I'm doing pretty good. I actually finished the assignment on time, so the semester's off to a good start!" you said with a laugh.

Ellie laughed back, happy you had initiated a topic so she would get to keep talking with you. "Wow! Three whole days in and no late assignments yet! I'm extremely impressed." she replied, the glee evident in her tone.

You giggled and said, "You should be!"

There was a beat of silence and she was scared you had run your conversation to its course before it had even started. Then you surprised her by asking, "How have you been?"

She looked up at you, taking a few seconds to admire every line and curve in your face. "Oh, you know," she said, "I've been busier now that school started up again but I've been good." She paused for a second and continued, "I haven't been too busy to figure it out though."

A smile crept onto your face and she thanked her lucky stars that she'd kept talking. "Figure what out?" you asked.

With slightly shaking hands she hoped you wouldn't notice, she reached out to your arm and pushed up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal the tattoo you'd shown her. "This," she said looking back up, her eyes boring into yours, "It's Wordsworth right?" You nod and she goes on, "That's a sick name for a poet. I read the poem and I have to say, you've got some good taste, pretty girl." The name just slipped out of her mouth. Her eyes widened and she noticed your smile falter. She pulled away from your arm.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure but you spoke before she could, "I feel like with a name like that, he couldn't really go into any other profession, you know." you laughed dryly, clearly trying to ease the tension.

She laughed the same dry laugh and let out a quiet, "Yeah, he had to go into writing."

Luckily, your awkward moment only lasted a short time and Ellie was saved from any further embarrassment as your professor began her lecture.

About 30 minutes into the lecture, Ellie was flipping the pages of her textbook like crazy, trying to find the poem the class was discussing. She figured you had noticed her struggling because you tapped her on the arm and whispered the page number. She thanked you and started flipping to that page. In doing so, however, a page managed to slice through her skin, causing her to flinch and immediately suck on her cut.

She was cursing the paper when you tapped her arm again. She turned to you, finger still between her lips. You gave her a small smile and lifted something in your hand, "Do you need a bandaid?" you whispered. How could she say no when you were looking at her like that, big doe eyes full of concern.

She took her finger out of her mouth and agreed with a low, "Sure". Before she could do anything else, you grabbed her hand and wrapped the bandaid around her injured finger. Ellie could only stare at you, marveling at the care you gave to such a minor cut. "Thanks, y/n" she whispered. She thought she may have caught a glimpse of a blush on your cheeks but you had turned your head too quickly for her to tell for sure.

When she picked up her pen, she got her first good look at what you'd wrapped around her finger and laughed to herself. Of fucking course this personified beam of sunlight would carry around flower bandaids. I'm never taking this off. she thought as she admired her finger.

Back to your thoughts

You were looking up front but your mind was nowhere near whatever subject the professor was talking about. I touched Ellie! you though. Not the other way around! I touched her arm and then her hand! I'm gonna pass out. You were ecstatic, to say the least. You couldn't wait to call Taylor and tell her everything that happened during this second class with Ellie.

Soon enough, the class ended and you started packing your books. You got up, still giddy from excitement, and got ready to say goodbye to Ellie. She stood up after a few moments and spoke first, "So I was thinking," she said, her usual confidence seemingly vanished, "if you wanted to study or do assignments for this class, I'm free in the afternoon on Thursdays. We could meet in the library if you want. Or not even necessarily for this class, like, we could study for any class together if that was something you were interested in."

You gave her a quick open-mouthed smile. "Yeah!" you beamed, "Yeah that definitely sounds good. I know a secret spot in the library nobody ever goes to so we won't even need to worry about other people."

"Sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow then."

You both hesitated a little before moving to leave the classroom, and then again in the hallway, not sure of where the other was going. Seemingly amused by this, judging by the smirk on her face, Ellie put her hand on the small of your back, guided you in the direction you'd been headed in, and walked backward in the opposite direction.

"Bye, pretty girl!"

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Part 3

a/n: I got a little carried away in this one... Did you see how much touching there was! Whoo, that was borderline smut! But I told you there would be more talking! Also, I am obsessed with Romantic poetry, specifically William Wordsworth so sorry if there was too much of him in this chapter but I really love his work! You guys should all read "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud". It's a really short poem that may or may not have made me shed a tear. Anyway, leave any ideas you have for this story in the comments! I can't wait to see what you think!!

ps: lemme know if you wanna get tagged in the next one!

tags: @lonelyfooryouonly

#tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x f!reader #wlw #lesbian #wlw fluff #college!ellie williams #not gonna lie this is the best thing I've ever written in my life

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sarahscribbles · 2 years ago

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It might be Valentine's Day this week, but tomorrow is the vastly superior Galentine's Day and I couldn't let it pass without showing all my amazing computer friends how important you all are to me. I'm so grateful for you all and the porn we all share together. It warms my heart like nothing else.

I've written you all a lil something because I love you all so, so much

Love, Saz 💕

@cake-writes I begrudgingly recognise that you are a pal, even if you bully me relentlessly. My only issue is that you live so far away in upside down land so I can't see your eccentric gay ass in person. You have been an amazing friend to me over the past year and helped me through some really dark times. Talking with you makes my day and any time we don't talk for whatever reason, I'm always by my phone like "I miss Bri." I love you so much and I hope you feel it all the way in Oz.

@the-lady-amphitrite Amphi, you know how much I adore you. I can't go a single day without speaking to you and I wouldn't ever want to. I don't know what I did to deserve you as a friend, but I am giving thanks to the universe that our paths crossed. You are unhinged, but in the best way that I would never want to change. You listen to me be a whore 99.9% of the time (and also in the other 0.1% where I'm ranting/crying/exploding over something completely unrelated), and I get to be one of the first people to hear what goes on in that whorish brain of yours. You are a joy to know and I wouldn't choose anyone else to be an unhinged whore with.

@muertawrites My OG Tumblr pal. The one and only first friend. I would be lost without you always in my corner and always encouraging me to be the best whore I can be. You're always ready to drop everything to listen to me vent about my Latest Problem and I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate it. You are so strong and so amazing and damn if I'm not lucky to have someone like you on the other end of a DM while we go through the horrors of figuring out our 20s. I love you so much!

@muddyorbsblr One of my New Friend Recruits that I'm endlessly grateful for. Talking with you is like being wrapped in a warm blanket while drinking hot chocolate. You're absolutely an enabler but I wouldn't have it any other way! You're so encouraging with my porn even though it's killed you multiple times and I appreciate your dedication to the cause. You never fail to provide the filth and I thank you for that. You're hilarious and fantastic and talented and I'm so glad I get to call you my friend!

@cheekyscamp AYOOO my fellow rear enthusiast! You are also completely unhinged daily in my DMs but I actively encourage this! And the talent you possess?! Outstanding! You have a freaking heart of gold and Lord am I glad you decided you wanted to interact with my dumb ass! I love whoring out with you even if I do lose a little bit of my sanity each time. I can't wait to see what this friendship brings!

@springdandelixn My Beans! You are just all round amazing and talented and fierce and I love you so, so much. You've listened to all my silly vents without complaint and been the voice of reason every single time that's saved me from spiralling and making a mountain out of a molehole. I don't know what I would do without you! You're always ready to throw hands on my account and I want to send you the biggest, tightest hug for being on my side. Keep on moosin'!

@joyful-enchantress Steph, my love! You've been with me since almost day one of my Loki days and I'm so glad of it! I don't think you have a bad bone in your body, and I am so infinitely grateful for all the support you've given me (including photos of London when I've been feeling down)! I always love talking with you and hearing the filthy ideas that come out of your head, and I'm so thankful that you decided to start writing and let us see how talented you are! You're a wonderful person inside and out!

@mochie85 Mochie, you are a delight! Honestly, I couldn't find one bad thing to say about you if someone paid me to. You are endlessly supportive and uplifting and beautiful and so damn talented! How did I get so lucky to have so many talented friends? You're someone I look up to and try to be like - effortlessly kind and just an all round good egg. I love you so much, my dear!!

@give-me-a-moose Cas, I love you so much. You might not know it, but HoC got me out of such a bad writing slump last year, so I credit you with the filth that followed! You have been so supportive both with my writing and with other shit that's been going on and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me! I know I keep parroting this, but you're amazing and I'm so lucky to have you as a friend. You can make me laugh so easily and reading about your work escapades always puts me in a good mood (praying that you find your museum dad soon)!

@lokisgoodgirl I know we only talk sporadically and briefly (and even then it hasn't been without some bumps), but it's plain as day that you have a good heart (and an equally filthy mind that we're all thankful for). You're the reason I've met so many wonderful people on here and I'm so thankful for it. I can only hope that there are no more bumps along the way because you're the type of person that everyone needs in their life. (Though I'm still going to beat you at that dance off).

@fictive-sl0th Camille, you are without a doubt one of the kindest souls I have ever met. You are a human rainbow! Anytime I see you in my notifications my mood increases by 110% because I know it's going to be something that will make me smile (something you have never yet failed to do)! I want to bottle you up and keep you with me all the time! You're wonderful and talented and a little ray of light in so many people's lives!

@simplyholl You've been in my notifications from almost day one of the Loki shenanigans so I've considered you a friend for a very long time! I don't know how someone can be equal parts incredibly sweet and a complete whore but you manage to do it perfectly! You've also supported me through so much shit and I can't thank you enough for it. I'm sending you a massive hug (I'd send you Loki if I could) for everything you've done for me over the past ? years. You are a wonderful human being!

@maple-seed Maple, you are also completely unhinged and I adore it. You make me laugh so much and when your name pops up in the server my first thought is "oh yeah this gonna be good!" You're another New Friend Recruit that I'm glad to have in the ranks! You deserve all the good things (because you are a good thing) and I love you so much!

@loopsisloops I freaking adore you, Loops! You keep me feeling young and hip, but also prevent the whore in me from dying with all the thirst traps and photos you never run out of! You're a sweetheart with a heart of gold and I hope everyone in your life knows how amazing you are. (If they treat you than anything less than amazing I will fight them)!

@kinky-faerie I am so glad you have managed to find your way into my corner of this hellsite. You are full of filth and I wouldn't have it any other way! I love nothing more than checking this app first thing in the morning and seeing your name in my inbox because I know it's going to set the horny mood for the rest of the day! You are my favourite kinky lil fairy!

@lokiprompts You are so strong and amazing I can't put it into proper words. You never fail to be positive and supportive and every compliment you've given me has made me grin like a complete idiot. I hope you get all the love you deserve and all the love you put out into the universe because you deserve it tenfold!

@coldnique Girl, you are just all kinds of lovely! You have such a kind heart and I couldn't find one bad thing to say about you. You're always popping up with your hilarious comments when I need a little bit of a mood booster and my day instantly improves! I'm so freaking grateful that you're one of my Regulars now and just know that I adore you!!

@holymultiplefandomsbatman my fellow sub!Loki enthusiast! You are a delight to know and an amazing friend to have. Your mind is wonderful as are you as a person! You are so incredibly smart and capable and I wish you knew that! I'll tell you every single day if I have to. There's nothing you can't do and I fully believe you are going to shake the world! How you manage to find time to write such amazing filth while also being a bad bitch getting your degree is beyond me and I bow to you! You are going to do amazing things, I have no doubt! I love you so incredibly much and I can't wait to see what amazing filth that brain of yours comes up with next!

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xjustonemoremiraclex · 1 year ago

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rwrb thoughts from someone who hasn't read the book (yet)

The good/general thoughts:

pleasantly surprised by the acting! which I know sounds mean, but listen, I saw these guys in other things and I wasn't suuuper into them, so it was a nice surprise lol

THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THE TWO again, pleasantly surprised by that lol they played off each other SO well

10/10 soundtrack, it definitely took inspiration from older rom-coms and I loved it <3

PS I really liked all the side characters! I wish we'd gotten to spend a little more time with some of them, but everyone was pretty great <3 also, all the women were awesome, and I am very gay and very in love <3

Ok, I really, REALLY liked how they showed the two of them texting each other, and the whole editing around it. It was pretty cute

I was living for all the latine songs at the new year's party, that was a nice touch

ok, when everyone was getting down at the party and alex and henry stayed up and stared at each other and time slowed down, I know it was supposed to be romantic, but I have to say it: it was also the funniest shit I've ever seen lol

henry at the party is giving both 'i have social anxiety and my only friend here is a social butterfly and keeps leaving to be with other people send help' and 'i thought you invited me here as a first date kind of thing but you're dancing and making out with other people and i'm feeling so betrayed rn :('

'christ you're as thick as it gets *kiss*' LMAO

Listen, I'm not usually into rom-coms (I say, like a liar), but I was pretty happy with the writing, in general. I laughed at all the funny parts, got emotional over all the dramatic ones and swooned at the romance bits. Great job, everyone

'I just can't afford for you to fall in love with me' LMAO babe, we're WAY past that. On both sides

ok, full disclosure: I don't really like sex scenes all that much (there's nothing wrong with them, I'm just very ace lol), so I usually just use my phone while they're happening, and while I did that a little bit here too, I was still paying attention, and honestly, they were pretty sweet. They did a good job. And, like, I have no idea why the film was R-rated lol you literally don't see anything

again, love the little montages that show the passing of time, while also showing they're keeping in touch and getting to know each other better and stuff. It makes the relationship between the two and the way it's developing feel a bit less rushed, which is nice

ZAHRA MY MOST BELOVED

YES PLEASE I WANT TO SEE THAT POWERPOINT PRESENTATION THANK YOU

KARAOKEEEE

alex giving an impassioned romantic speech to henry, about to confess his love: // henry:

'I didn't want to break his heart' - oh, honey, you already did :(

'to tell you that I love you, knowing that you wouldn't say it back' brb sobbing

NOT CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE 😭😭😭

'because when they write the history of my life, I want it to include you and my love for you' help i'm dying 😭😭😭😭😭😭

MIGUEL DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW IT WAS YOU please die in a fire <3

alex's speech was really good by the way 🥺

LOVESICK HOMOSEXUALS LMAO ZAHRA MY BELOVED

'baby' screaming crying throwing up jgdkfk

I FORGOT THE KING WAS STEPHEN FRY why is this so funny to me

SEQUEL WHEN

The... less good?/general questions:

Kinda wish there'd been a bit more enemies in my enemies-to-lovers film

'he just grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and footbal'' - please, I beg you, someone smarter than me - what the fuck does this mean 😭 ppl are LIVING for this quote and I'm like ??????

this is probably me being stupid and ignorant lol but why would alex's relationship cost his mum the election? like, from what I've seen, her government has been very pro-queer, that's not really a secret, so her son being queer and in a relationship with a man shouldn't lose her any voters..? the people who are against 'the queers' were not going to vote for her in the first place, soooo..? me is confused

honestly, this is probably an unpopular opinion, but... the king was not that bad? like, i'm not saying he's not kind of homphobic and kind of a dick lol but i get the impression that everything stems from the whole thing about sticking to tradition and public image and bla bla. Like, again, obviously, part of that involves homophobia, but I think that on a personal level, he... doesn't really care? Even at the end, he's like 'ok, are you absolutely sure about this, cause there's no going back. Yes? Really? Well, go off I guess *long-suffering sigh*'. Like, I got way more homophobic vibes from phillip than the king idk 🤷‍♀️ (I really hope I don't have to clarify that this only applies to the film, and not like, the real life crown lol)

Sooo, as I said, I haven't read the book yet, but I've seen some posts about it, and I think after watching the film I've realized that it's biggest flaw is that it's that - a film. It's a great film, don't get me wrong! And it's pretty obvious I really liked it. But damn, I'm a firm believer that book adaptations only work as series. They don't have to be super long or anything, but there is just no way to fit everything in a book in a two hour film. And yeah, when you're adapting something you have to make some changes, but Idk, it's kind of a shame that you lose so much (and even without reading the book, I can tell there's a lot of stuff missing). In any case, I can't talk too much about it until I read the book, but yeah 🤷‍♀️ It does seem like they did a good job, though - like, it genuinely can stand on its own really well, but I guess I'll have to find out for myself

Also, tagging @silassstingy bc I promised her my thoughts on the film and she might give me some interesting insights on some of the stuff I mentioned, cause she's a queen like that <3

#rwrb #all in all I give it like a 9.5/10 #I'm docking half a point bc it made me cry multiple times which was VERY rude(?)

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