#shes just so damn cool - incredibly written and acted

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Chapter 4 is out! Fuuta has his T2 mental breakdown! ✨

This one took a lot of reworking and revisiting the voice dramas to try and write an argument/breakdown that still felt in character for both of them -- I'm really satisfied with the final product :))

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LAST POLL OF ROUND 6

Propaganda

Ingrid Bergman (Gaslight, Casablanca, Notorious)—A lot of the time hotness in a movie is just about words and framing. "You're the most beautiful person here" [vaseline lens] well I sure hope so because that's who you cast. But when, in Casablanca, they call Ingrid Bergman the most beautiful woman in the world... they were not fucking lying. And such a dynamite actor too!! I'd only seen Casablanca up until last year, and there she's confined to love interest. But in Gaslight she was maybe one of the most incredible actors I've ever seen!!!! Goddddd shes so fucking hot and cool.

Lauren Bacall (To Have and Have Not, The Big Sleep, Key Largo)—"Just put your lips together...and blow" excuse me ma'am i'm briefly going to turn into a kettle. She's the quintessential Femme Fatale who may betray me in the end but I'd let her it'd be worth it

This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Ingrid Bergman:

God, she's fantastic. She's both beautiful and a compelling actor who's more than capable of putting the whole movie on her shoulders if necessary. It's worth noting that while her beauty is conventional, she was seen as refreshingly "natural" with more eyebrows and less makeup than many other leading ladies of the time. She's well known for her role in Casablanca, but in Notorious, Spellbound, (both available on archive.org ) and Gaslight (1944) she shows how immensely capable she is.

I mean...she's Ingrid Bergman. I feel like that should be enough, you know? She's physically beautiful (her eyes!) but watching her is like a transcendent experience. Her voice, her expressions... beautiful woman, beautiful actor.

I'm a gay man but even I understand her appeal. I'll watch any movie she shows up in. Gorgeous woman.

Just try and watch her movies without sighing wistfully, then get back to me!

Choosing 1-3 movies where Bergman was at her hottest was agony because, of course, she was always at her hottest. Not just because she was beautiful but because she was absolutely willing to go up against the bs women in Hollywood were constantly dealing with. When exiled from Hollywood for having an affair with Roberto Rossellini, not only did she refuse to apologize at any point, but she went on to say that Hollywood's films had grown stagnant and boring to her. Though she said she appreciated her time working there, she wanted to try new, different techniques (hence starring in Italian neorealist films, working on stage, and acting under directors like Ingmar Bergman). She was not afraid to chase after her artistic ideals and go outside the box regardless of what society had to say about it. From her first movie to her last she killed it. There's so much more to say about Bergman's career and life, but I've already written five million words so I'll stop at that.

One of the most incredible actors I've ever seen on film. Her facial expressions are so intricate and poignant that I cannot look away. I'm either ace or straight, but damn she made me question that.

SEVEN TIME OSCAR NOMINEE QUEEN. Girl also PULLED, having affairs with famously hot men Gary Cooper and Gregory Peck IN ADDITION to her three marriages...sexy

She has a very natural beauty to her, and she's from Sweden!

She left Hollywood and only became more beautiful. You could drown in her eyes. She can look innocent AND like she's seen it all. She is effortlessly elegant. She's played Joan of Arc (automatically hot) AND was in the movie that coined gaslight as a term. And where would we be without that!

She was known for being a breath of fresh air on the movie scene at the time with her windswept hair, dreamy smile and soulful eyes. I have loved her in every movie I have seen her in - she was just magnetic!

Where do I even start. There's a neighborly quality to this beautiful, talented actress that makes her hotness one of a kind and her looks impossible to forget

With a career spanning five decades, Bergman is often regarded as one of the most influential screen figures in cinematic history. Known for her naturally luminous beauty, Bergman spoke five languages – Swedish, English, German, Italian and French – and acted in each.

She's hot, don't get me wrong, but I've always found her very approachable, like she could easily be a member of my friend group

Where do I even begin with Ingrid Bergman? I fell in love with her with her astounding performance in the 1956 version of Anastasia -- the best Anastasia movie in large part due to her wonderful and touching performance. She's got this amazing, fascinating intensity to her in whatever role she's in. She commits 100%, and she's got this light in whatever she's in that's stunning. She's utterly convincing no matter what she plays, from an amnesiac possible lost princess, from a nun, from a woman taking her revenge on the town that wronged her, to light romantic comedy. She's never missed in any role I've seen her in! Also she became quite the MILF.

Lauren Bacall:

"She is soooo neat. And hot. And everything. That one scene in To Have and Have Not where she says "you know how to whistle don't you? You just put your lips together and blow" altered my brain chemistry during media archaeology class and here we are."

"The VOICE, the SLINK, the EYES. Woof."

"Lauren Bacall was a major lesbian awakening for me. Every picture of her makes it look like she’s about to destroy you physically and emotionally (why is that so hot, I may need help). She had incredible long running chemistry with her husband, Humphrey Bogart, but was an absolute star in her own right. I’ll never be over my crush on her."

"She's got that confident, no-nonsense air about her. She's a boss babe who knows what she wants and gets it DONE. Staunch liberal Democrat her whole life. Campaigned for RFK. From Wikipedia: "In a 2005 interview with Larry King, Bacall described herself as "anti-Republican... A liberal. The L-word". She added that "being a liberal is the best thing on Earth you can be. You are welcoming to everyone when you're a liberal. You do not have a small mind."" Beautiful hair. Beautiful eyes. Beautiful lips. She's just beauty. LISTEN TO HER VOICE. TELL ME THAT'S NOT THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF."

[lilithrebellion]

Since you're one of the only people I've seen so far that includes Odessa in fanworks, how exactly do you interpret her character? Both personality and design wise.

I really had to be the one to invent her Ao3 tag huh????😭

So the one single drama cd she was in didn't give much but that doesn't stop me from making a meal out of crumbs haha.

This be long.

The cd translation just says she "fell in love with" Laito, got abandoned, and took revenge by killing all of Richter's people. But since this was all told via gossip and hearsay from the dl guys, and knowing them (derogatory), I highly doubt how they've presented the events is accurate and probably shouldn't be taken at face value.🙃

Personally, I'm interpreting it as she was probably naive and didn't fully realize his intentions for approaching her, and was taken advantage of. Plus when it says she "couldn't return to her village after", I can imagine she experienced a lot of victim-blaming for what she went though and considering the (likely) time period it very much could have been a factor in her exile, which probably contributed to her anger.

Therefore, her character is definitely heavily based around her desire for revenge over this experience. Which I think is just so damn cool of her😭.

I have multiple aus with her, but the only one I've written anything for so far is the tgcf au, so I'll be referencing that for how I see her character after this point.

I see her being similar to the character He Xuan/Black Water in the original novels. As in she lives for pursuing revenge because she has been denied justice due to how the person who wronged her is in a position that makes them "untouchable". But underneath the anger is someone who holds a lot of pain and loneliness from how nobody would even recognize that she was wronged.

So for tgcf and other aus she appears in, I want to give her that chance at revenge. But also like with Black Water, I want to explore what comes after that and how it takes more than just the act of revenge for her to heal from her pain and find peace so she can move forward.

For her characterization, I've been writing her dialogue to be more blunt, maybe even bitter at times. But she might also tease in like a sarcastic (but not mean) way, if that makes sense? Hard to really describe but whatever gets the above background across.

Looks-wise, this is how I described her in tgcf au which I think captures her vibe:

Her features were incredibly beautiful. Possessing all the elegance and grace of a noble lady, enough to take one’s breath away. But there was something chilling about the look in her eyes. On the surface, they burned with hatred. But Yui could still see that buried deep within, was an immeasurable pain.

For physical traits, there's nothing in the drama cd besides "cute". but for some reason I picture her as dark-skinned with curly brown hair. I'm just now realizing it might be because I thought the girl from the Hayley Kiyoko "Sleepover" music video was REALLY pretty😂

@my-multi-fandom-blog also drew this Odessa from the tgcf au before which is AMAZING. (Fr I don't know how you pulls things out of my brain so easily ily❤️)

[ferdieinceladoncity]

STAR BEAST SPOILERS.

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Hello. All my thoughts about the star beast. As bullet points. Might be long enough to be considered an essay.

. The scene where the Doctor takes the boxes from Donna, notices who she is and just puts them back again was brilliant. Ever the king of running away from a problem at first instinct.

. I expected more of a reaction to Roses name, but that was probably just my fangirl heart, and it WAS pretty funny that he touches down in London and is just assailed with her name twice. The poor guy. Shellshocked.

.The mother/daughter relationship between Rose and Donna is so touching, they sell it so well, so much better than I expected. Donna declaring she will always protect her daughter against those transphobic kids was incredibly sweet, and very believable coming from her.

.Catherine Tate was just as good an actor as she was back in season 4, and balances typical Donna brevity with some genuinely great acting in the more serious moments.

.Haven't even mentioned the MEEP! my baby. As my mum pointed out, it's still cute even when it's evil. Plushie when, BBC? I think if I was there I would simply HELP it destroy London, if it would let me have one little stroke of it's fur.

.That being said, the casualty number in that episode would still be VERY high. Think of all the cars that were swallowed up in the crack and then just sealed again- so many people would have died with no way to even recover their bodies! Good lord.

.I'm not 100 percent sold on the acting of David Tennant as 14 yet: its too much going between the personality of 10 and trying to be the other doctors as well. I have two more episodes to get used to it, though.

.I LOVE YOU SHAUN TEMPLE! He didn't get too much of a look-in but he was pretty funny when he did have lines.

.I have such a love/hate relationship with Sylvia Noble. It's really complicated. She reminds me a lot of my grandma. . I'm super critical of how she acted towards donna in season 4, and donna snidely calling her out in this episode when she's talking about motherhood re:rose is like, wah. But I do respect that Sylvia really does love donna, and I admire the lengths she goes to to protect her.

.I'm really conflicted on the new TARDIS interior. It's not as bad as I'd imagined it had the possibility to be, and it's SO much better than 13s. But it's hardly the homey vibes of 11 or even 12 (with the bookcases.) It looks like a really fun place I'd like to hang out in, fiddling with the RGB lighting and running up and down the ramps. But I'd like to see how they sell it as a place people are actually LIVING in. Assuming ruby Sunday is going to spend time living in there as the next companion.

.The doctors delight at seeing it though is, well, delightful. As someone on twitter said, he really did get the zoomies. Hey though, wouldn't it be cool (not that they have the set for it anymore though, I assume) if the TARDIS turned into the old season 4 TARDIS at some point? Even if it's just a small CGI mirage scene.

.Where is Osgood? Don't get me wrong, the new UNIT lady was pretty interesting. But please don't tell me they've written Osgood away. I still hold out hope to see her when they bring Kate in. Maybe they'll be hanging out together then.

.My dad didn't like this episode, and my mum suspects is was-her words- "he must have thought it was too woke." Possibly. Probably. His loss. Curious though, because he's a genuine fan of the chibnall era. But in hindsight it makes sense. He didn't like the sappy bits and prefers the adventure bits, and I guess the chibnall era had cool CGI and monsters but no character development worth a damn.

.Speaking of sappy bits, the moment where donna and the doctor communicate with each other from between a glass door where they've been separated from each other IS NOT LOST ON ME. you can't put a glass door in front of this doctor. Oh no. You'll give me flashbacks. Anyway, that moment was great. 14 holding Donna when she's dead is great. Rose bringing everyone back and saving the day was a LITTLE hard to follow, and I personally thought it was a weak point of the episode just because of how sudden it was, but whatever, it was still good.

. The pacing of the whole episode really was a bit fast but that's not really a valid complaint, I know that, because they could only fit so much into 50 odd minutes and they had to tell a whole story. I know most doctor who episodes tell whole stories in LESS minutes, but I should give this one some grace because we had to establish the characters and set up the bond between donna and the doctor and the character of Rose as well as have an antagonist storyline. The pacing of the next two episodes might be better.

.On the whole I REALLY like Rose Noble and I feel like there's a lot left unsaid about her that I'm hoping the next few episodes will address. We skipped over the metacrisis thing very fast, right? Her plushies are dead cute and I personally would buy one if I knew her but I can't help wondering if the market for odd little plushies like that is very high.

.TENTOO MENTION WHEN? come on. You can mention the metacrisis but nothing about tentoo I guess? Holding out hope for even a SMALL mention.

.Okay, finally, maybe, the scene at the end with Donna and the Doctor in the TARDIS is great. "It killed me, it really killed me" fresh off the regeneration and he's already so vulnerable and I really love that. And he knows it, too: "I really loved her- do I say things like that?" He's so happy to be reunited with her and that's really all I could ask for. The TARDIS made them a coffee machine because it knows they have soooo much drama to catch up on.

.was lying about the finally. If I was Sylvia Noble and my daughter was donna noble and she won the triple roll-over lottery and gave it to charity I would be VERY pissed. Donna confronting the doctor about it was SO her and it gets me that she made a point of how kind he was. Like. Yeah. He's soft. Yeah. Give her another lottery ticket my man please her fucking house is gone now too

. the wilf mentions break me, especially with the doctor being so earnest about how much he loved him, and I hope we get to see him.

. There's still two episodes they can play song for ten in I still believe

.AND I convinced my mother to rewatch season 4 with me. She was like "you've just rewatched it without me!" Mum. Do not doubt my uber autism. There is nothing I want to do more than watch it a third time in three months over in your company. Please.

......:3 catch me next week for the wild blue yonder review

[edgyandoverzealous]

Show Log: Ninjago Masters of Spinjitzu Pt.2

If you don't know the drill these are my thoughts opinions and reactions during my first watch through of Ninjago Masters of Spinjitzu. I made one of these a couple of days ago and I'm back with so many more thoughts. Also spoilers, duh, for up to the episode listed below, and please no spoilers! We good? Good.

Season 2 Episode 14:

• I told you I'd riot. Grab your pitchforks my boy has lost his whimsy. I'm damn near certain at this point.

• Lloyd Garmadon loves his dad and genuinely believed that he'd break through to him, and he did, for a moment, but then his dad, who Lloyd believed to be all powerful, failed to fully break through.

•The pain in Lloyd's eyes (shut up shut up shut up, I know they're Legos) as the Overlord took control again and told Lloyd his father was gone. The way the line was delivered to be saw raw and wrong as Lloyd got overwhelmed and lost consciousness.

• The way he limped over to the shoreline immediately after waking up and how serious he's gotten. I just-- why must you torture my boy, he's just a kid.

• Give him one parent but take away another I think the fuck not. (I'm conflicted more on Lloyd's mama later) Give my boy his dad back, please.

• I think the only reason they aged Lloyd up was so that much pressure and stress wasn't portrayed on a literal elementary school aged kid. But guess what, and say it with me, 14/15 year olds are still just kids and should not be put in life changing and traumatizing scenarios.

• Additionally, destiny was talked about like a deity this episode, if "destiny" has a form as the Overlord did this episode I will give a swift kick to the groin for my boy Lloyd because what the ever loving fuck? The baby, the boy, my boy.

• Also Nya. My blorbo, my babygirl, my favorite girl. They turned her evil??? They turned her evil.

• SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN'T FALL OFF THE CLIFF. Not cool. Not fucking cool.

• But she called after both Jay and Kai as they fell which is very important to me. It shows that she cares about both of them when in other media the "damsel in distress" might only call after her love interest, a lame trope imo.

• She then got kidnapped and fed pure darkness. Like what the hell? Not my Nya, not my girl. The boys are fucked, truly, they lost their girl. The one that makes them tech and upgrades their shit with better combat skills shown canonically, they're so screwed.

• I'm fairly certain she could've kicked their asses but whatever invincible soldiers with their invincibleness and Nya without any super weapons or tech.

• She said goodbye forever but istg if Jay and Kai don't rescue her and find a way to bring her back I'm gonna send a strongly worded email to Ninjago productions and explain why they single handedly ruined their show.

• Because brilliant, beautiful Nya has on multiple occasions carried the entirety of the Ninjago Masters and they would collapse without her. Additionally I believe good written women in what is primarily a show written for boys is incredibly important because it portrays women as complex and strong people which they fucking are.

• Also Jay's character writing is giving me whiplash (more on that later) but I think he's back to normal now?

• Nya got kidnapped and he lost his shit as any good boyfriend would do. They kiss but haven't put a label on it and Nya means the world to him and it shows in the show consistently. Very nice, I appreciate.

• I feel like Kai's reaction should've been a little stronger after they all fell into the sea, because him screaming Nya's name and then acting calm and rational was, ngl, kinda weird kinda suspect.

• but then again no one believes in Nya more than Kai. Kai knows his sister and that she is stronger than most of the team and smarter than most of them too.

• That being said it feels likely that he felt a need to stay strong and focused so they didn't all fall apart as well which with my interpretation forgives the initial reaction.

Season 2 episode 6 - 13:

• Lloyd's mom dropped him off as a baby to the Darkley's Boarding School for Bad Boys. As a baby. I was right. His attachment style is anxious avoidant. It's plain as day when he interacts with his mom.

• At least she's back now and supportive as she appears to love her son. Hopefully she's not evil and doesn't betray him. I don't think she is so far she's pretty motherly and seems to have a thing for Wu.

• She's a homie hopper. Likes both brothers.

• It's not cool how she said she chose the wrong brother though because Lloyd wouldn't have been born is what I got from that, my own mommy issues peeking through I presume. But Lloyd is such a good boy, legitimately, so he deserves appreciation.

• Also I'm pretty sure Lloyd doesn't get what's going on between Wu and his mom because when he asked her "So how'd you meet him" she replied with "Who, Wu?" And he went "what? no. My dad.😐"

• This proves, to me, that his mind is not at a teenager level of development yet as his body is. That or he has no exposure to romantic situations and therefore doesn't know the social cues. Yet again, my boy didn't deserve this and also he's just like me fr fr?

•Zane's dad is alive!!! Woohoo!! And he's adorable an adorable inventor.

• And the sanest insane person I have ever seen. I mean mans went I'm not a fighter and then proceeded to fly the blimp into Garmadon's face. I love him.

• Also his story reminds me of the Greek myth of Icarus and Icarus' dad. Because he was locked in a tower gaurded by a monster and told to invent in order to see his son again.

• I am in love with Zane's dad. Literally like 💍🧎

• He's so, y'know smart and loving and shit. He's also ambitious, patient and slightly insane so my type.

• If there are more parallels I'll cry. *death glaring at Zane* please don't fly too close to the sun I will be annihilated on spot.

• Cole is so comfortable with his dancing now, not him moonwalking and singing over enemies after he got his weapon back he's so silly.

•Just a little guy who likes to sing, dance, and beat up bad guys.

• Why did they turn Jay's idiot meter up so high?

• Like my mans was fully just dumb dumb baby there for a bit there. "I don't pack clean undies. Like my mommy advices cause real men only wear one :P."

• Like bbg. No. Nya deserves better, you have to keep using that brain you goofy goober, you can't just lose you braincells because she likes you---- *sudden self-realization* oh no...

• Additionally his cowardice seems to be heightened. Which understandable the boys are going through the wringer in terms of stressful situations. Which once again say it with me, teenagers are still kids, and you should not chuck them into dangerous, traumatizing, experiences. You will cause psychological issues for the rest of their lives. Woo.

• Also Jay's parents are so real for telling him he's not allowed to save Ninjago unless he eats his veggies. 🫡🫡🫡

• god this is unhinged and I sound like a 27 year old dad, I'm 18 wtf?

• Nya my beloved builds so much cool surprises and shit and Jay is always so pumped for them <333 I love them.

[1d1195]

Ohhhh Sam, THANK YOU SO MUCHHH I FEEL SO PROUD this term i was very busy with my auntie bwcause she was visting us (she lives in france and its been 4 years since she last visited) so i was busy with my cousins and trying to show them around before their time is over with us :(

SAM you ARE incredible😭 we work in a pharmacy together (she's a pharmacist, but I work with cosmetics), so yeahhh she's been talking about this whitening cleanser that has some great reviews, and she's not taking care of herself enough because our older siblings are troubles, so the house is full of drama all the damn time😭😡 and I might just try and buy that cleanser for her it'll be hard tho as we're in the same place but I may ask my brother who's working the night shift to get it (yes all my siblings are pharmacists I am the exception)😭

You absolutely seem like a birthday person it's obvious that you really love to gift people and see their smiles since you're always very kind💕 I hope you stay that way! But don't get yourself hurt. My mom says the kindest people get the most hurt :(

So you think the photo session would make her happy? Idk I'm always hesitant😭 I'll have to make a big-girl decision

I'm so happy to know that you're doing better. You deserve that girlie. Your hair seems so soft and fluffy and really healthy, which is awesome! I know I said my hair is a little longer than usual but it's not healthy🙈 lmao I'm a hijabi and spend most of my time out so when I get an opportunity to take care of my hair I do but I think I made my mind a few days ago I was combing my hair and I think long hear suits me. ANYWAYS THAT WAS NOT NEEDED BUT EHH

I just love self-care, so I love to talk about it. I'm not over the fact that I'm a junior, tho. Oh, btw I recently discovered that I have ADHD like.. it's not thar common here, but I had my doubts, but then I saw an interview with two kids one has ADHD and the other does not,I found myself acting like the other girl and it just snapped to me, but then again don't we all have ADHD😭😭

IM IN LOVE WITH FLOWER (I think that's it, right?😭 sorry!) I saw the new update I'll read it right after finishing my ranting session. Have you read any book from the Twisted series? I bought it recently and the first book is taking me ages to finish it, it's not boring but the chapters are heavily written.

Do you have any pets??? I love birds and cats, but I had two birds a few years back, but we were traveling constantly and it was hard to leave th so I gave them to my cousin but I think they run away😭 but! I reaaaally want a little kitten, duh.

Sam thank you so much for helping take care pleaaase🩷🩷🎀

Oh btw a question just popped. Do you ever wonder about the anons? Like their names and stuff, I find MYSELF wondering lol😭 yalla byeee🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️

🎀-anon 🙈

OH WAIT I ALWAYS REMEMBER STUFF AFTER SENDING THE MESSAGE, TOOTHPASTE IS SO DEVINE!!!! I love that she's confident, she can't hold her tongue and it's just so cute that he asked her on a date on that note it was so cute you're always writing cute stuff I don't know if I'll melt from it or the weather

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That's so sweet you got to see your family 💕 My family is crazy and I love them but it's never relaxing when they're around. It's nice you got to see them after so long.

That's really cool you work with your family. It's nice! I'm sure your sister will appreciate the cleanser! Especially where it's something you talked about with her. The photo session would be nice too! I think that would be really special as well, so whatever you decide she will love I'm sure 💕

I think unfortunately your mom might be right. I hurt my own feelings more than anything. It's because I want a me in my own life to do what I do for others and it just doesn't happen lol. Shakespeare's got something on how expectation is the root of all heartache. It's very true. But thank you, I'm trying to be better about my self worth and whatnot and lower my expectations hahahahah

My hair is sometimes soft and definitely fluffy. One time I straightened it and my friend couldn't find me in the lunch room. The problem is that like one degree of moisture sets it into a complete frizz. It's looking healthier now but it looked pretty raggedy not too long ago 😂 I really love long hair though so it sounds like you made a good decision!

Idk what I have but I need to be studied 😂 I read a lot about how ADHD and anxiety presents differently in women than in men (naturally) so I probably have one or more diagnoses in my future. It's cool you connected with the person though and recognized similarities in yourself. Even just getting comfortable with the idea of being ADHD or whatever, I think, is an important step in coping and figuring out how to navigate everyday life 😊 Hopefully that makes sense!

I have not read Twisted, but I've heard good things. I'm not sure I want something deep right now though. This tbr shelf of mine is out of control lol.

No pets for me. I'm pretty allergic to pet dander. Cats especially. I'm def more a dog person than a cat person as well. I love all baby animals though, kittens are so sweet!

I WONDER ALL THE TIME ABOUT MY ANONS. I think about everyone's name and where they live. It's really fun to imagine but I wish I could have a huge Harry Styles themed party and hug everyone.

I'm starting to really love toothpaste. I'm glad you liked it 💕

stay cool and don't melt! Much love 💕

xoxo

[storm-and-starlight]

well. okay. I went and did it. I watched Supernatural season 15 episode 18: Despair.

I now present my thoughts as I had them during the episode, only mildly edited:

Apparently Chuck is already dead?

Also WOW the dialogue is fucking terrible

Okay so Billie betrayed them and I very much dislike that take on her

Also they decided to do on-screen teleportation after FIFTEEN YEARS of keeping it off screen and just like. Wow that's bad

like the off-screen teleporting just added Something to the show that worked really well? and removing it removes one more cool little aesthetic choice and makes everything fall just so much flatter

Okay so Chuck isn't dead he's just disappeared after the winchesters failed to kill him

Charlie! I didn't know she was in this episode

Well, apocalypse!Charlie, but still

I'm not so sure I like the direction they took cas in this season, like he's very very humanized and very casual and while it does make sense for his character I'm still not that much of a fan

Awww Eileen died

Awww brother hug

Heyyyyy, Donna!

Oh please tell me Donna survives.

Once again the dialogue is just really really bad

Wow Bobby looks young

Also he's just not acting like Bobby whatsoever

was Jim Beaver even in this episode?

Okay yeah this is just a bad fuckin episode

All the people from other worlds just got poofed out of existence and it was INCREDIBLY badly written and directed and acted

It's all stuff that's supposed to be "cool" and dramatic and intense but none of it is actually landing

Oh oop I think I'm at The Scene

Nope wait nvm it's Billie trying to kill Dean for coming back from the dead and being a rule breaker and like. Wow everyone really has forgotten that Sam was the original protagonist, huh

Good God the dialogue is HORRIBLE

"don't you think it's finally time for the sweet release" pause "of death?"

like kudos to Billie's actress for at least trying to make that one sound natural but like. damn.

Not sure whether or not the glowy wards thing is new but I'm not hugely a fan, and there's a LOT of it this episode in response to a lot of things and hrmmmmmmmmmm no not liking it

Oh oh here we gooooooo

I did not know Dean had a breakdown beforehand

Oh my god Cas gets himself schlorped deliberately to save dean's life by summoning the empty to get rid of death?

Also wow THAT'S a fucking sentence

Oh my god?

Okay Cas is actually crying wow

This is a really long love confession when Death is actively trying to break down the door to the room they're hiding from her in because she wants to kill Deean

Cas: Extremely long heartfelt speech about how wonderful Dean is Dean: why does this sound like a goodbye? Cas: Because it is. I love you. Dean: don't do this, Cas

OH MY GOD HE REALLY DOES HAVE NO EMOTION ON HIS FACE AT ALL

NONE

NADA

ZILCH

ngl I laughed my fucking head off when Dean gave the line because THE MEMES WERE NOT WRONG THAT MAN DOES NOT GIVE A SINGLE FLYING FUCK ABOUT CAS DUMPING HIS HEART ON THE FLOOR HERE

Also wow that's a hell of a closeup on Misha Collins there

They had the FUCKING NERVE to play Dean's Family Devotion Theme after he watches Cas confess his love to him with a BLANK FUCKING FACE oh my god

And now we get Dean having a surprisingly sedate breakdown

And we don't even get the quiet credits we get the rock credits

Goddamn. Okay. That was awful.

IN CONCLUSION: the... everything ... surrounding the Destiel confession scene aside, this is remarkably bad. The dialogue is terrible, the directing is terrible, the acting is sub-par even from people who are usually pretty damn good (Felicia Day as Charlie very very much feels like she's phoning it in), did I mention the dialogue is terrible? Because it's so bad, and the actual love confession... well, it certainly lives up to everything I've heard about it (and no, I didn't actually see it when I came out because I wasn't interested in this level of psychic damage then). Anyways. Yeah. Bad.

[radiosandrecordings]

God, Jonny not understanding why people like A Guest for Mr Spider has me tearing my hair out because like. It’s not about Mr Spider! It’s not about the horror story you’re telling within the episode it’s about the horror story that’s Jon’s entire life! We care about him!

It’s not people’s favourite episode because it’s a creepy children’s book and we like that (Even though it’s still Pretty Damn Cool), it’s a favourite because “No-one ever believes me when I tell them my age. I don’t know if it’s the already greying hair or something in my demeanour, but they always act surprised when I mention being a child in the Nineties.” and “ My parents had passed away when I was too young to really remember them;“ and “the resentment she felt at having to raise another was never something she completely managed to hide from me.” and “And I was hardly an easy child to deal with. While I may not have shared the inclinations of my peers towards active mischief, I was precocious and impatient, quick to talk back, and even quicker to wander off whenever I grew bored.” and “I have since come to the conclusion that I was a deeply annoying child” and “Did you… clean the kitchen?” and “Ooh… I think I’m alright. I was going to make a cup of tea if you want one?” and “Oh, it’s fine. Though I don’t know what sort of “employment dispute” leaves you without a change of clothes.”

It’s not about the horror, it’s about the humanity!!

Episode 81 is one of the first episodes that, to me at least, really made Jon feel like a person and not just a vehicle for plot. On a relisten now I can point at little bits and go “Ah, he does that because of that” or certain details being cute when I’m going through the episode with a fine tooth comb but nothing hits quite like 81. Firstly there’s the statement itself and holy shit is this a backstory episode? It’s a backstory episode! We’ve spent 80 episodes with Jon so far and we finally get to know Why He’s Like That. But it does so much more than provide context, too, it’s just... So well written. We get to learn that he’s fairly young but looks older, and he’s an orphan, and he was raised by someone emotionally distant and these little details just build up a picture of him that makes everything we’ve seen so far slot into place. You learn he’s always been a bit of an old man, never chaotic just restless and curious, and that tracks too. And then it hits you with “Deeply annoying child” and you want to hug him because oh my god you were a kid! The self esteem on this man is skimming the ground and you want to reassure him and yet at the same time, a large portion of the fans being neurodivergent means we go “Oh, yeah, this is all incredibly relatable, big same” 

And then there’s the post statement. And Georgie Barker. First off there’s the Very Good Energy of the scene but you realise that that’s just an out-of-world thing from having two married actors get to do a scene together. But within the world it’s like. Holy shit. Who is this?? Jon has friends? Because Georgie is the first person we hear him even mention in 80 whole episodes who he knows that isn’t related to the institute and suddenly he’s living in her house. And we know her too!! We call Jon a little shit because this is Georgie from Melanie’s statement and he was so committed to the perfectly professional head archivist bit that he pretended not to know her and ugh. It’s just wonderful to know that he has someone.

And the banter! He cleaned her kitchen.... The fondness when he talks about The Admiral because you’re realising mr super serious head archivist has a soft spot for cats and then he offers her tea which is something he so clearly picked up from Martin as a love language and.... and not to mention we now for the first time have a mental image of what he’s wearing, and it’s ghost podcast merch

It’s just a wonderful wonderful episode because it’s so rewarding when you’ve been through 80 episodes beforehand. It felt like a payoff for the time you’ve committed, something that just makes you adore the protagonist because you realise what a good character he is, through seeing him being nervous and vulnerable but not scared. He’s awkward around Georgie because he’s trying not to get in her way and he’s acting in a way we saw him dismiss Martin for in S1 and it’s just this beautiful peeling away of layers and the pretence he put up when he was trying to be good at his job. You realise the Jon you’ve seen so far has been, in part, a lie and it’s so good

[minachuuu]

It’s Written In Our Contracts

❣It’s Written In Our Contracts❣

❤ Pairing: Heejin x Reader

❤ Genre: Angsty! And slightly suggestive, but ANGST

❤ Word Count: 7.5k

❤ Song Suggestions: Missing You by BTOB & Far Too Late by Carrie Hope Fletcher

“And where do you think that one’s going?” You pointed to the blue, clear sky above you, your finger following a plane far up crossing the canvas.

Your back was laying against the hard pavement of BBC’s rooftop, not precisely the most comfortable place in your work, but it let you enjoy the calm, cool breeze of a spring afternoon. The best thing though, was the one girl beside you that introduced you to the place, her brunette mane scattered around her sun-kissed face as her eyes followed the white dot above her.

“I don’t know…” Heejin sighed long after the plane was out of your view, her forehead puckering. She let her hands drop to her sides and you turned around to look back at her. “But definitely somewhere better than here.”

“C’mon!” You chuckled. “Not even my presence makes it a bit more bearable?”

“No! I mean, it does,” Her hand bolted to grab yours, intertwining your fingers, but a slight tint of red peeked on her cheeks, making her look away, stuttering. “It makes it a lot better actually, it’s just this damn company...”

The way the words fell from her mouth didn’t convince you at all. Which was weird, out of the two, she was usually the cheery out of both of you.

There weren't a lot of people that you could call friends here, but Heejin was one of the few. And you were willing to do anything for her, well, anything that your contracts allowed you to do.

“Oh! I just remembered that I have a ton of work left to do…” You mumbled, looking at her over your shoulder to get a glimpse of her reaction. An exaggerated groan exploding out of your mouth. “But where am I supposed to get someone willing to help me record some vocals right now!?”

“Isn’t the big studio kind of off-limits when there’s no activities?” She scoffed, clearly amused by your exaggerated acting.

“Not to producers…” You answered while standing up, rattling a key ring in your hand. “…and their guests.”

A glow sparked in her eyes, followed immediately by her bolting up to her feet. There she was, and the sole sight made a smile grow out from your lips.

“So you need someone to sing? Rap? What kind of vocals are we talking about?” She started sputtering, walking from side to side. “I can even sing low if you want a male voice… maybe? Unless you need opera, then maybe I can get Haseul to-”

“Heekki.” You interrupted her and her eyes snapped back at you. You tried to resist her increasingly cute and confused puppy face but it got the best of you, the last words coming out of you as a giggle. “I don’t need any opera.”

“So…” She raised her eyebrows, tilting her head. “Can I help you?”

“Let’s go.” You signed her back into the building. 

She jumped on your back excitedly, making you stumble over your feet. It always caught you by surprise, no matter how many times she did it. Maybe it’s the fact that she shouldn’t, because according to your contracts, there was not to be a relationship outside of a work one between both of you.

It was incredibly stupid. According to the words plastered on the papers you signed, it was to protect fairness and integrity of the group. A producer having favorites could influence the outcome of the comebacks. Much less being a friend, and being more than that could warrant being fired immediately.

But of course you had favorites. While you didn’t have any problem with the ‘no friends’ rule that much, you had one. One that not even you thought would end up being your friend. 

You walked the cold halls of the building side by side, keeping a distance between the both of you that screamed ‘only here for work’, while the glances you stole from each other said way more than that. 

Not much had changed from your first days here, only a few people nod and bow to you, maybe half of them know your name and it’s because it has been plastered all over Loona’s albums in the last years. But everyone bows and happily greets Heejin, understandable, since the whole company basically started with her. 

So when she first approached you, and stayed back at night just to chat with you after that first comeback's recordings had finished, it really stood up to you. But it was comfortable, like if you knew each other from way back.

You looked around in caution to both sides of the completely silent hall, turning the key to the dark padded room. 

“Home, sweet home.” You sighed, letting Heejin inside before you. 

She flicked up the lights, revealing all the fancy equipment that stood all around the carpeted room. She was there every comeback, but it never stopped fascinating her. Every time she was here she learnt something new and she was excited to learn even more. 

“So…” You lightly bumped her shoulder. “What do you want to do?”

“Wait a minute-” She turned around to you, furrowing her eyebrows. “Didn’t you have to record some vocals or something?”

“It’s been a while since I really had any work so I lied a little. I just couldn’t stand seeing my best friend sad…” You shrugged, pursing your lips. “And I couldn’t also be caught cursing my own employer when someone else could hear me. But...”

You opened the door to the recording booth, signing Heejin to follow you in. While your hand passed through the bumpy walls that prevented waves to bounce and cause echo. To any untrained ears, this room was always weird to their hearing.

“Now that we’re in a completely isolated room, if you’ll excuse me,” You cleared your throat, slightly patting your chest. “Damn you Blockberry for making my Heekki sad!”

Heejin bursted out laughing, holding on to your arm and slightly slapping it at the same time. And hiding her face behind your back, she couldn’t let you see how red her face was, how much something as little as you calling her ‘Your Heekki’ affected her. And to think this innocent gesture could only happen behind closed doors. 

“Your turn.” You nudged her. “Let something out.”

“Fine, hm…” She looked around, closing her eyes hard as she thought. A few seconds were necessary until she snapped back awake, cupping her hands over her mouth. “Damn you Blockberry for your stupid contracts!”

While you nodded and clapped in agreement with her, she tried leaning against you but her feet slipped and took you with her. The screams were quickly replaced with tummy-aching laughter as you rolled and tried balancing for both of you.

“Damn you Blockberry and your slippery floors.” She growled in between giggles while she held tight to your arms.

“I think someone’s in the mood to record a diss track.” You scoffed, getting yourself up. “Shall we start?”

She pushed you away while rolling her eyes. Her hand reaching for the monitoring headphones was your sign to get out of that room and into the studio. 

With all the equipment ready to record, you look up to see her standing right infront of the microphone, her hand fidgeting over the pop filter as her glance gets lost somewhere in the distance.

“Whenever you’re ready.” You whispered to your microphone that arrived at her headphones. It made her jump, startled. Clearly not prepared to listen to your voice right in her ears.

“I didn’t know you were being serious about the diss track…” She sulked in her place, her giggle hiding how genuinely confused she was. 

“I wasn’t.” You reassured her, seeing how her head tilted in curiosity. “I know you Heekki, just let out whatever you’re feeling, however you want.”

You watched as she let in a deep breath and let out an even deeper sigh, closing her eyes as she shook her hands and stretched her neck. When she looked back up, you could feel her glance over you, even across the thick panels of glass separating you from the recording booth. 

“Another day passed today, nothing different. Being alone doesn’t feel awkward at all…” She started singing softly, sending a chill down your spine. 

“Ah, I love that song.” You whispered without knowing that the talkback was on. But the ear-to-ear smile that appeared on her face confirmed that she was able to hear your comment.

“This is how I live as I long for you, long for you.” There was something about your best friend’s singing that made it your favorite. Something about how it really sounded like she was feeling every single word that she was singing. “I try telling myself that I’ll be alright. But at the end of the day, it’s you again.”

“And Heekki the rapper goes!-” You pumped her up as she kept singing, receiving back from her an eye roll and a smirk.

“My heart still wants you. Even after years pass, I still miss you. I still remember when we first saw each other, I still remember what you wore and how your hair looked.” But her gaze didn’t leave you, for a second it felt like she was singing it right at you. For you. “I pray for you every night and day, I hope that someday soon, I can see you once again, you’re still in my heart.”

No, it was probably you just hallucinating. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

You would be lying if you said you had never thought about Heejin that way. As something more than just a friend. But you were quick to shut it up, shove it down.

It’s written in the contract how forbidden that is, and you respected each other’s work. Besides, there was nothing that said it could be anything more. Yes, you talked to each other all through the late nights but it was mostly because you couldn’t do much in person. Unless you were completely separated from the rest of the company, you couldn’t act very friendly together. And those occasions, like this one, were really scarce. 

She was always in the spotlight with her group, and you were always working behind the shadows.

You were so immersed in shutting down your own thoughts that you didn’t realize she had stopped singing too. You shook your head, sighing. 

“Bravissimo! I think that's the take!” You joked, making her laugh weakly. “Anything else that you want to?-”

“No, I’m good.” She cut you up, taking off the headphones and placing them behind the microphone. 

You were expecting her to come back to the studio so you laid your headphones down too, preparing everything so she could listen to her improvised recording, but instead, when you looked back up, you found her screaming to the sky with her hands like fists to her sides.

You couldn’t hear anything, but you could barely make out the few words of ‘Damn you Blockberry for’ and the random assortment of ‘not’, ‘tell’, and ‘everything’ between lots you couldn’t make up.

Your eyes followed her out of the recording booth, coming out fixing her long and loose mane with just running her hand through it. And it stunned you enough to stare back at her speechless. You shook back your consciousness, unaware of the heat building up in your cheeks.

“So, would you like to hear?” You offered her, standing up from the producer chair.

“Wait, I get to sit here?” She pointed back at it, surprised.

“Yeah!” You offered her a gentle smile, shaking the chair slightly to invite her. “It’s called the sweet spot for a reason.”

You bowed down playfully, one of your hands pointing at the comfortable, black-leather chair and the other extended towards her. And taking your hand in hers, you guided her to sit down, not taking her view off of you. 

She couldn’t help but laugh at the whole scene, but she couldn’t deny that it made her feel like a queen. But maybe it was something more about your touching hands than the throne-like chair.

“So we can add some reverb over here so it sounds like you’re singing in an empty cathedral…” You talked to yourself while you masterfully pressed buttons and moved the knobs and faders on the huge console. “And now we raise the volume…”

“With this one?” 

“With this one.” 

Your hands met on the one master fader on the side, making you snap your faces to each other. Glances locked on to each other, and smiles grew while with your hand over hers, you guided the fader up to let her voice fly out of the speakers.

“Like tangled hair after you get up, my days have become a mess too…” Her voice graced the room through the monitors, blessing your ear like if angels themselves were coming down from the heavens. “This is on you. I try to act like I’m fine…”

But neither of you faltered, your eyes stubborn enough to stay contemplating each other. Maybe you were able to focus on her better, maybe your faces were getting closer. 

“How are you feeling?” You mumbled under your breath, somehow loud enough for her to hear.

“Better.” She whispered, her eyes quickly bolting to your lips and back up. “Much better…”

“I was thinking…” Your eyes looked around, nervous. “I know we technically shouldn’t but what if we went out together some day?”

“As… like on a date?” Heejin laughed, but shaked her head immediately, clearing her throat to try to hide the excitement the idea really caused her. “Like a friend’s date?”

“Well, yeah. We’re best friends, I find it kind of ridiculous that we have never seen each other out of this building.” You defended your case, trying to make it more casual than what it really meant for you. “If anyone asks we can say that it was strictly business related but-”

“Why would they care?” She interrupted you, scoffing. “Literally, why should we cover it up? It’s a stupid rule. I don’t care if they know.”

“So should I take that as a yes?” 

“Of course it’s a yes!” Her smile to you was gentle, and it made the little mole under her eye crinkle. “I would love to-”

But the slam of a door pulled you both appart, jumping startled. You quickly pretended to press buttons over the console, while Heejin was the one responsible for looking at whoever had entered the room so violently.

“Ah! There you are.” One tall, sturdy man dressed in a shirt, tucked in formal pants entered the room. Heejin recognized him as one of the high executives of the company, immediately standing up and bowing to him. “Oh, hi Heejin! What are you doing here?”

You turned around, put yourself in between them. Just in case you were both caught in a position that could be argued as ‘something more than just work’, you would always put yourself as a first line of defense, but that threw all your relaxed stances out the window.

“Good afternoon Mr. Kwang.” You politely bowed, any trace of a friendly voice long gone from your tone. “Heejin was just helping me with some recordings, to test the new softwares that-”

“Ah, sounds great.” He cut you up, raising his hand as he talked to the girl behind you. “The girls have just arrived and they’re going to have a meeting in about ten minutes, you might want to catch up. I have to have a little talk with Y/n right here.”

“Of course Mr. Kwang.” She nodded, “If you’ll excuse me…” 

And with that she swiftly got out of the room, noticing a pink envelope on the man’s hand. Keeping a gasp from escaping her mouth, she didn’t go far out, hiding behind the hall’s corner. As long as the studio’s door was still open, she could hear the entire conversation clearly enough. 

“... good, very good indeed.” Heejin couldn’t hear the entire sentence. “So good in fact that the bad news is not going to feel so bad after you hear them.”

“There’s bad news?” She could hear how you tried to keep the nerves, the shakiness of your voice to yourself. But she knew you way too much.

“Well, we received word that there’s a producing house looking for you over in America, after listening to your work with Loona, they’re really interested in working with you, we heard they pay well!” The man kept explaining in a voice that was impossible to distinguish stocked from condescending. “We, on the other hand, feel like it’s time for Loona to expand their musical horizons with some new and fresh faces on production. And well, maybe that brings a bit of a breather to the budget.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand…” You muttered, the sound of paper being handled and folded barely perceptible against the conversation.

“And as a thank you, for everything you did for Blockberry and the girls we would like to pay for your flight to America for you to take on this new opportunity!” His volume kept rising, contrasting with your lowering stutters of distrust. “We think it would be a bummer if you missed it because the recruitment is so soon.”

“How soon?” 

“In two days time.” The man shrugged. “The flight will leave tomorrow’s evening so you’ll arrive just in time.”

“Wait… that means I won’t work with you anymore?” Those words, coming out of you almost like a cry, was what made Heejin turn the corner, finally letting herself see the snippet of the conversation that the door allowed her.

You looked so small in comparison to that man, and it didn’t help how slumped you were. From all the way across she could see you shaking your head, your hands fidgeting over themselves as they trembled, a sign she knew perfectly from when you weren’t comfortable.

But the man giggled as he finally handled you the pink envelope, leaving it over your shaky hands. 

“Y/n, You no longer work for us.” He explained, the words immediately turned your face completely pale and Heejin’s heart dropped to the floor. “Congratulations.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

One in the morning and the doorbell wasn’t stopping, ringing like crazy as you tried not to trip with all the boxes scattered through the floor. You could feel the dark circles under your eyes starting to form, the sole sight of everything that was still left to pack making them a shade darker.

Opening the door, you found a disheveled brunette with her breathing trying to catch up with her. 

“Heejin?” You gasped, seeing her as tired, if not more than you. “What are you doing out here so-”

“I thought you were already gone!” She gasped, jumping to your arms and almost bringing you down with her. “You weren’t answering my messages so I thought that-”

“Sorry, I can’t find my phone in this disaster.” You tried calming her down, passing your hand through her hair. “But I’m still here.”

You could sense her arms tightening around your shoulders, as if she was refusing to let you go. Even her chest tightening against yours, you knew her enough to know she was only keeping herself from crying.

“Heekki…”

“I just wanted to congratulate you!” She jumped back, her eyes completely void of any feeling. And that scared you a bit. “This sounds like such a huge opportunity right?!”

“Yeah…” You couldn’t bring yourself to react genuinely when the congratulations didn’t feel genuine either. “But it’s still hard to grasp, it was so sudden.”

“They didn’t even let you say goodbye...” She muttered, every word of her filled with an underlying anger. “But screw them, I wanted to make sure I did. I know I shouldn’t even be here, like, I know my contract doesn’t let me but that’s just a really stupid rule that I refuse to avide by any longer, Blockberry can’t keep me from-”

Now it was you who tried to keep the tears inside your eyes, as you reached for her and stopped her nervous rant by pulling her into a hug that she accepted immediately. 

You stayed there for a while, words stuck in both your throats. After all, there’s not much you haven’t told Heejin as your best friend, but at the same time there are so many things that you wish you did. 

She felt the same. If only there was more time, maybe a timeline where you could have been normal friends. Not those confined to the closed doors of the company’s rooms.

And at the same time, how many questions were left hanging in the air? Was this your last hug of the year? Of your life? Was this a permanent thing or just temporary? Did you even have any say on it?

“It’s late Heekki…” You whispered, gently patting her back. “You should be going back to your dorm.”

“You owe me a date Y/n.��� She pulled apart, her hands still glued to your shoulders. “And I don’t think you have a lot of time to pay it.”

“Right now?” You chuckled in disbelief. “It’s too late to go anywhere right now!”

“Maybe we don’t have to go anywhere.”

“But this place is a disaster, I have to clean all of this before I-”

“I’m starting to think you don’t want to spend time with me!”. She crossed her arms above her chest, raising her eyebrows defiantly. 

“No! Of course I would like to but…” You scanned around, boxes labeled to be shipped and bags of trash ready to be thrown out covering the floor. “I just don’t think you would like to help me clean-”

“Y/n, I don’t care.” Her eyes locked on yours, offering you a soft smile. But she swallowed hard, avoiding your sight before continuing. “I just want to spend every minute that I can with you. Every second that those stupid contracts took away from us.”

Her cheeks flooded with heat, and it didn’t go unnoticed by you. There was something about her energy, like if the Heejin right in front of you wasn’t the one that was your friend. She kept to herself her gestures, emotions… like if she was hiding something.

But you let her in anyways, her eyes scanning around your apartment. You observed as she took in the new sight, it was the first time you saw each other outside work, the first time she was in your home, and probably the very last too.

She turned around, tears hanging on to the border of her eye, and in the most forcefully cheerful voice you had ever heard from her, she sighed.

“Well, what should we start with?”

Two pairs of hands were faster than one. And together you managed to complete in two hours what you thought would take you five. 

But it was silent, awkward. The glances she was stealing from you were intense, always full of something that you never quite understood but pierced you in your chest. 

And the touches were slow, careful. Always straying between the fine line of being afraid that someone might catch you, either because they still felt like they were going against a contract, or because they were turning far from innocent and friendly.

It just felt awfully surreal. You woke up this morning thinking that it was just going to be another day that would fade with the others, and now you were packing because you were moving to the other side of the world, with the help of this girl that you used to call best friend but now you weren’t even sure if that was true either.

Was it because you really had no chemistry outside of work? Or because it was turning into something more? It’s not like you had much time to discover it anyways.

You both launched yourselves on the couch, letting out a deep, tired breath. Your eyes were heavy but your mind was even more awake than ever, always on the guard for Heejin’s next movement.

“I can’t believe this is it…” The words escaped out of her mouth as a whisper, her gaze lost in the ceiling.

“What was that?” You shuffled closer to her, leaning your head over your hand.

“We just spent two hours packing everything and my mind still doesn’t believe that…” She sighed, looking back at you. “That you’re leaving.”

“Heekki…” You hesitated for a second before reaching for her hand, softly caressing it with your thumb. The tenderness of your words combined with the delicate stroke of your hand made her heart accelerate out of her chest. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay. I heard some of the new producers coming, and they’re pretty great, they’re hardly going to miss me-”

“I’m going to miss you…” Her voice broke, tears slightly peeking from her eyes.

And finally back in her eyes you could see the truth. And it wasn’t pretty. She looked broken, mad, even more than you. And you didn’t want to see her like this, but there was nothing in your power that could change everything.

“I’m going to miss you too.” You responded, reaching her cheek to clean up a rogue tear that had escaped.

Her hand bolted up to keep yours in her cheek, as she softly snuggled up to it. Breathing deeply as to control the continuous flow of tears coming down her eyes.

It was when a sudden shimmer coming out of your shirt’s pocket caught her attention, that a playful but weak smirk appeared on her lips.

“I’m guessing you're not going to need this anymore.” She reached for the gleam, getting out the key ring that had the studio’s key.

“Crap! I forgot!” You gasped, reaching panicked for the key, but Heejin stretched her arm to keep you from it. “Heejin!”

“I’ll give it to them!” She giggled, climbing up the couch. “After playing a bit of course.”

“Heejin, they're going to kill me!” You launched yourself against her, only to have her jump up.

“They can’t!” She giggled the keys to taunt you. “You no longer work for them!”

“Well, they’re going to kill you because you shouldn’t be hanging out with me!” You sprinted behind her, ensuing a chase around the now empty but box ridden apartment.

“My contract only says I shouldn’t be hanging out with employees!” You had her corralled as you chased each other around the table. “And you’re no longer an employee!”

“Well, that’s better for me.” You growled, “Because that means I can finally do this!”

You reached your hand to her, barely grabbing on to her arm. She tried her best to set herself free, but you pulled her to you and surrounded her with your arms.

“Y/n let me go!” She struggled against you. 

“Not until I get those keys back!” 

You tackled each other around the room, until the coach was once again on your way. Trampling over it, she was left wrestling with her back against your chest.

Finally reaching for her hand, you took the key ring and quickly shoved it back into your shirt pocket, closing the one button that kept them from being stolen again.

“Ah! Y/n, you’re no fun!” She punched your arm playfully when she realized her plans had been ruined. 

“I’ll use them as an excuse.” You tried to calm her down, with your arms still around her shoulders. “I’ll make a quick stop at the company before heading to the airport with the excuse of returning the keys, and maybe I can take advantage and say my goodbyes.”

“You promise?” She turned around, placing her hands over your chest and the pout that grew over her lips was incredibly adorable. “You’re going to come say goodbye to me?”

“I promise.” You chuckled. 

Heejin let herself drop over you, snuggling each part of her body to yours. The whole ordeal caught you by surprise. Of course you had hugged each other before but never really… cuddled. 

“Heekki,” You stammered nervously as she kept finding her most comfortable position.  “What are you-”

"Blockberry fired you…" Heejin tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity and if you knew your best friend enough, she had a new idea shining in them. 

"Well, yeah. You don’t have to spit on the wound" You shrugged, "But why are you-" 

"Because it's finally not against my contract to do this." She took your arms and placed them around her waist, snuggling even closer to you, releasing a sight as she finally found herself comfortable. 

You let all of that happen, unable to hide the redness of your cheeks increasing. Your eyes went back to the room around you, trying to find anything to capture your attention, but your attention was elsewhere. 

It was all over the girl in between your arms, and the way her breath seemed to match your coordinated heartbeats. How the one light of the living room glossed over her bare skin, one that not everyone had the privilege of looking at from up close. 

And you didn't hold back the little kiss that you planted over your best friend's cheek, noticing how her breath halted and her body stiffened as you hid your face in her neck. 

"Y/n!" She chuckled, hiding her face with her hands. 

"Well, now I don't have a contract that keeps me from doing that either so…" You responded with a gentle smile and breath tickling her. 

When you looked up, you found her looking back at you over her shoulder with a new gleam that you had never really seen before on her. It was filled with hope and questions begging to be answered. Slowly raising your face to meet hers, you found yourself just inches apart, each other's breaths warming your faces as your glances couldn't keep themselves from bolting up and down from your lips. 

You felt your heart speeding up, like someone hitting the accelerator at full force on your chest as the distance kept closing in, barely existing. The brush of your noses together and the one second that felt like an eternity where you both waited for the other to pull back, but neither did. 

You closed your eyes, feeling the delicate and scared brush of her lips against yours. Damn, they were even softer than you had ever imagined them. Quick, unsure, just like a careful caress full of fear that only made both your desires ignite. 

Your eyes met each other paralized, surprised at what you had both just done. 

"So…" She swallowed, in a shaky whisper meant for only you to hear. “They can’t fire us for doing this?" 

"Not if they don’t know," You shook your head gently, your thumb caressing the skin under her shirt. One sensation that you never thought how much you wished to feel until now, not even Heejin knowing how much she wanted it too. "And even if they did, what do you want to do that would make them fire you?" 

“Everything.”

With a bolt traveling down her spine, one of her hands cupped your cheek and without any worry clouding her mind anymore, she placed her lips over yours with more confidence. 

And this time neither of you held back, it wasn't just a light brush but your lips fully dancing together to the coordinated beats of your accelerated hearts. Like they had finally found where they belonged, where they fitted perfectly.

Your hands fully traveled up her shirt like her own skin and movements over you where calling them to, and eager to taste as much of her as your time left here would allow you, you pulled her even closer, as close as having a body allowed your hearts to be. 

It wasn't where neither of you decided to stop, somehow she was straddling you, and the bites you were leaving on each other's lips somehow felt like complaints, laments even. 

Why lie to yourselves for so long and hide it all under the label of best friends? Why wait until the last moment to let it all out? And if you wanted to do everything you could have done if you had more time, would that be going too quick, or going way too slow?

The night was completely ignored and tossed away, just like everything that stood in your way: Insecurities, clothes, questions, words… time. 

Oh, if only you had more of that last one.

When Heejin opened her eyes to the sun peeking out of the windows, she was lying in between the white and warm sheets of your bed. A smile creeped up her lips, only to fade away immediately after reaching beside her and finding your side cold and empty, two sealed suitcases with a neck pillow and a handbag resting over them already waiting neatly beside the door.

Getting up and getting dressed with the first things she found, she sat at the edge of the bed, trying to recall how much her night had gone completely different to what she had planned to. She was supposed to wake up on her own bed, in her own apartment, probably getting ready to go to practice or to the gym or going anywhere that could get her mind out of the fact that your flight was just mere hours away. She would've sent you a good luck text, turn her phone off and try to ignore the possibility of never seeing you again.

But instead she found herself one closed door away from you. With a peek of a life that could have been hers if only things were different. 

And what she couldn't stop thinking about is, if you had been feeling this way about her all this time too, that maybe things would be different if only she had said something in time. Anything. 

She took a deep sigh, prompting herself off the bed and walking towards the door. And each step was slower, filled with so much uncertainty and maybe even… grief. 

She turned the handle, peeking out the door only to catch you with the corner of her eye over at your apartment front door, talking to someone. 

You thanked this person, closed the door and turned around, completely bathed and awake. Your eyes widened at the sight of Heejin wearing your shirt and her jean shorts as she stepped out of the bedroom's door. 

Something about her hands fidgeting in front of her body, her glance avoiding yours while being completely magnetized as she walked towards you, made a melancholic and semisweet smile grow over your face. 

"Good morning…" You whispered, walking towards the kitchen aisle with a bag in your hand as you placed it over the counter. Heejin could sense the tension in your voice, confusingly intertwined with so much care and love in it. "I don't have any food left here so I ordered so we could… eat breakfast together before I have to take my taxi to the airport."

No kiss good morning, on the cheek or any mention of anything that happened between each other last night.

You carefully placed her takeout container in front of where she sat, offering her one quick and soft smile before sitting straight in front of her. 

Opening her container, she was met with a warm and hearty bibimbap. With exactly the sauce and vegetables she liked the most, like if she had ordered it herself. It shifted something in her heart just knowing how much you knew her.

She just stared across the table, disappointed that you were so lost in your own food, staring at the counter in complete silence. And it stayed like that while you both ate, her eyes not leaving you in hopes that you could look up at her at any moment.

Her patience was wearing thin, and it was only when she saw you lift the plastic container up to get the last bits of your breakfast that something snapped inside of her.

"And what if you stayed?" Heejin slammed her hands over the counter, making you jump at her sudden hostile tone. "What if you didn't leave?" 

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed. 

"We'll get you a place to stay," She scrambled her hands right in front of her, panicked. "You can stay with me if you want, I don't have a problem with that-" 

"Heekki…" You chuckled, thinking the brunette's words were only jokes, one of her usual dramatic sketches.

"It's not like other companies, bigger companies, haven't offered you to work with them…" But her tone was getting even more serious, it wasn't breaking or succumbing to your chuckles and her eyes refused to even land over yours. "You don't have to work with Blockberry anymore if you don't want to, so nothing can really stop us from-"

"What are you talking about?" You finally let down your meal, the question making Heejin gasp as she finally snapped her head back to yours. 

"Y/n! We can't just-!" She raised her voice, jumping out of her chair. "I'm just saying your little vacation can wait until we sort out… this!" 

"Vacation Heejin?" You bolted up from your seat too, shaking your head at the words coming out of your… you didn't even know what she was for you anymore. You swallowed hard before rubbing your temples. "It’s… It’s a huge opportunity that we’re talking about!" 

"I was there when they told you! I know your little leaps and that little smirk over your lips when you’re excited and happy about something and there was nothing of it!" Her eyes started crystalizing, especially now that she knew what it was like hearing you whisper in her ear about all you love, all you want. “You don’t want this!”

"And what do you know about what I feel?!” You defended yourself, crossing your arms. “What makes you think you know me better than I know myself?!”

"Because…" By this time, tears were fully out and rolling down Heejin's cheeks. "Because I have spent so much time by your side, I thought I knew you like the palm of my hand! You call me best friend, we sleep together one night and suddenly you act like we don’t know each other? Are you going to pretend like I never existed in your life?!"

"What?! No! Of course not, I just thought that since I’m going we shouldn’t…" You stepped back, genuinely taken aback by the girl's words and behavior. “Where is this all coming from so suddenly Heejin?"

“How are you okay with it?! How can you just go away and leave us all behind just like that?!” She argued, her hands trying to keep the tears from escaping further from her eyes. "You get praised by someone out there and suddenly think you're too big and important for us?!"

"I… I thought you would be happy for me." Too confused and guilt driven to keep arguing with her, your tone became a gentle and hurt mumble. "Heejin, I just don't know why you're so mad at me."

"Dammit Y/n!" She threw her arms down, turning her back on you before groaning and screaming to the sky. "I wish I was mad!" 

She snapped back to you, cleaning her tears with the back of her hands and stomping her way to you. 

You stood your ground, still terrified at whatever she could do to you. You wish you had more time to let her know about the job offer, about you moving away, about your feelings… 

So when, instead of a slap straight to your face her starved lips crashed against yours in fury, your mind flooded with every single image of your night together. You stumbled back, but her hands cupped both your cheeks with no intention of letting them go and your arms snaked around her waist with every intention of staying that close to her. 

You didn't come apart until your lungs pleaded for air, and only then you realized the stream of tears coming out of Heejin's eyes.

She leaned her forehead against yours, and in her best attempt to let any words out of her mouth, she breathed deeply, focused on the rubbing of your thumb over the skin of her back. 

"I'm just too late…" She sobbed, tightening her eyes shut.

And not even looking back at you, she pushed you back, turning around grabbing her purse and phone. She stumped her way into your front door between sobs. 

"Heejin-" She heard you mumble under your breath before disappearing from your sight behind the door that she herself slammed with her unchecked force. 

Neither of you wanted that to be your goodbyes, but nothing ever goes as planned. 

Heejin didn't even go back home, but walked through streets she was sure no one would recognize her in. She tried stopping her sobs for so much time that suddenly her eyes dried up, letting no more flooding out of them. 

So she strolled with her red eyes and zombie-like energy until she arrived at a street familiar enough for her. A soft hum appeared on the horizon, and as it approached, the clear engine of a plane adorned the air with its characteristic roar. Only this time there was no one pointing back at it as it crossed the sky, asking the now incredibly painful question of 'And where do you think that one is going?' 

Somewhere better than here. She answered herself. 

The door to the company’s building opened up for her, letting her inside the cold halls of faces that all knew her name and stared back at her like if she was a zombie roaming through the halls.

It was ingrained in her mind, how she would always walk first to the studio to see you, at least for five minutes every day. Those five minutes were enough to feed her undying crush for so long.

The ghost sensation of your hands still roaming all over her body didn't leave her. And she didn't want it to. She wanted to hold up to anything yours as much as she could. And clutching the fabric over her chest, she discovered she was still wearing your shirt.

A metallic rattle caught her attention, a silver gleam peeking out of her pocket. Undying the button, she found the key ring that opened the studio. 

And she didn’t have to think about it that much, she wasn’t supposed to go in there without a producer but the last thing she cared for right now was her contract. In fact it was on the top of her ‘Things I despise’ for now.

The studio received her silent and even colder than the rest of the building. Funny enough, because she could swear it was always warmer when you were there. 

She sat on the chair, pulling out from her memory the buttons, knobs and faders that you always clicked to bring all the technology to life. And when she raised the volume fader, she was met with nothing but her own voice blasting through the speakers.

“I’ll let it all out so I can feel relieved…”

Heejin opened the faucet to her eyes, just laying with her arms crossed over the console as she listened to herself. 

“I try telling myself that I’ll be alright, but at the end of the day, it’s you again.”

It had only been a few hours and her mind didn't register that she wouldn't be able to see you tomorrow and… at least apologize.

“I still remember when we first saw each other, I still remember what you wore and how your hair looked, I pray for you every night and day, I hope that someday soon, I can see you once again.”

She didn't mean them, any words in the discussion you had back at your apartment. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t try to keep you here with her. It all sounded so selfish when she repeated it over and over in her mind. Of course she was happy for you, of course she knew you couldn't stay as much as she wanted you to do. She knew, or at least she tried to convince herself that you weren't abandoning them, you had become great friends with all of them, with her. And it could have been so much more than just that. If only there was more time… 

The room felt silent after the recording ended. But Heejin knew there was still a part of the song that she forgot to record yesterday. And between sobs, she laid her back on the chair, sighing.

“I try to act like I’m fine, but my depressed face and your traces that are everywhere…” She swallowed, hugging herself and your shirt close to her. “That’s all on you, I still can’t forget you…”

Dead silence, to any untrained ear the lack of echoes could drive one mad, but it was like if she could hear her own thoughts what drove her even crazier.

“Come back to me.”

[poisonedspider]

"Mm, why do yeh' think ah'm layin' here doin' a bunch of nothin'?" He teased right back, though Vox would know. While Angel Dust wasn't nearly as go go go as the other sinner was, he certainly worked himself to exhaustion. Or, well, Valentino did. The amount of live shows lined up, the hours of terribly written pornos, the overnights on the street to earn his pimp more money. Angel Dust deserved the fucking break. Relaxing on the beach was well earned.

Though he had certainly heard the allegedly, and he knew exactly what Vox had meant - the Overlord was not just doing nothing on this beach trip. It had been part of why he had agreed to go see the sharks, maybe to take Vox away from the many other screens he possessed. Maybe because the other had offered him free booze which he would never pass up on. Maybe because Vox looked stunning like this, even if he had hid himself away - oh yeah, Angel had noticed.

He didn't really notice the thrill that came with seeing the sharks, but it was nice to see the other so....happy. It wasn't a mood that he had ever witnessed Vox in much. He'd seen his angry, manipulative side. He'd seen his overly cheery positive CEO face. He'd seen the stressed, running on too much coffee, working himself to exhaustion mode. But this? Considering his disdain for the Vees, for many obvious reasons, it was....nice. To see a side of Vox that he hadn't really gotten to experience.

He was caught off guard by the question, to the point that the words, "Yeh' think ah' look incredible?" spilled out before he could even think about them. This day was just full of surprises, wasn't it? Angel was glad that his sunglasses hid the confusion in his eyes, if only because it made no sense. Val and Vox were a thing. That much had been....incredibly fucking obvious. Angel might be Valentino's little fuck toy, but he wasn't the boyfriend. That role belonged to the man beside him.

He tried to shake off the shock, ignoring the way he could feel the flush of his cheeks, shrugging his shoulders. "Guess ah'm doin' whateva' Charlie decides tah' do f' activities. Ah'm here tah' support her mostly. Cause ah' know damn well Val is gonna be pissed that ah' took a week off." A sigh at that, though he still kept on a smile. "Ah' know she's doin' an open mic night, which ah'm definitely not gonna miss. And th' fireworks do sound pretty cool."

Crossing the bridge to the lagoon in which Vox had spoken about, Angel found himself leaning slightly over the somewhat fenced area, looking at the sharks that were swimming. Hell was weird. Some animals acted like animals - Keke and Fat Nuggets being prime examples - while some sinners were animals. He'd had enough run-ins with sharks to not find them appealing, though a lot of them did give the mafia vibes he thought were kinda hot.

"So, sharks. What is it about sharks, hm?" He asked, tilting his head, never taking his eyes off the giant fish. "When ah' was alive, th' only use sharks had was tah' eat th' bodies we'd throw out inta' the river, once they hit the ocean. Yeh' know, th' whole stereotype of swimmin' wit' th' fishes." A roll of eyes - mobsters were so dramatic.

[for @poisonedspider, continued from here]

Vox smiled when Angel actually accepted the drink, then even more when he spoke to him. Despite them having lived together for so long, he and Angel had had very few one-on-one conversations. When they did, they were usually something short and to the point, like Vox asking what kind of pizza Angel wanted, or the civil exchange of greetings. The two of them didn't interact all that often, certainly not directly. All this time, that had been by design--his design, not Angel's. Vox didn't want the interaction or the intimacy. He didn't want the risk. Too much time with Angel might upset Valentino--or Angel, for that matter--and there was always too much work to do to risk adding more to it. Vox had so many projects happening at any given time, his attention was being pulled in so many directions, that he didn't enjoy having to deal with emotional...

Issues.

But lately, he'd begun realizing that was a mistake--especially when it came to Angel Dust.

The Tower was a little too quiet without Angel around. Something unexpected was missing when he wasn't there, something Vox couldn't name or fully understand; whatever it was, it left an ache behind, left the world too quiet. So this? Having an uncomplicated moment together? It felt nice. Overdue. Stupid, maybe, for so many reasons, but still. Nice.

Vox walked alongside him, smiling--the smile half for Angel and half for the sharks they were going to see.

When one of Angel's arms brushed his shoulder, Vox shivered. He buttoned his shirt up, realizing that maybe he wasn't comfortable showing quite so much of his pale blue skin right now, and hoped Angel hadn't noticed. It wasn't that he didn't trust Angel, it was--something else. Something about Angel, something Vox knew better than to think about. Something dangerous.

Something tempting.

"There's a difference between not being busy," he pointed out, twitching an eyebrow, "and being interested in doing something. Allegedly," playfulness making his eyes seem to sparkle, "it's good for people to just have some downtime. To do nothing." Not that Vox bothered with that often.. or at all. Relaxation was for people who didn't have their own business empires to run; even here, even now, he was constantly processing data and monitoring the projects that needed it most.

Angel probably knew him well enough to know that, and might well make fun of him for it, which Vox wouldn't even be able to say was wrong of him. There were things Angel and Valentino both seemed to understand about being a person that Vox just... didn't. But that was fine. It took all sorts, right? Either way, Vox was happy. There was some pep in his step as the two of them walked along to the lagoon, although for once, Vox didn't seem to be in a hurry. He wasn't rushing--walking next to Angel Dust wasn't something that should be rushed.

"So, do you... have any plans for this week? Other than look incredible, of course."

[danses-with-dogmeat]

romanced hancock reacting to pregnant sole? (obviously not his baby, but a donor's haha)

Hancock x Pregnant! F!Sole Headcannons:

Oh look! I've been enabled yet again! No, but this is great though, I love thinking about happy companions starting a family with Sole ❤

Also, if y'all want any headcannons or anything for companions as parents please hmu, cuz my brain just naturally seems to consider that after doing these pregnancy prompts anyway 😅

Anyway, thanks for the ask, I hope you enjoy!

The ghoul always wondered whether or not his tear ducts would still work after his whole ordeal, and the news that the love of his life was ready and willing to start a family with him would certainly seek to find out. As soon as she gave the word that the donorship had worked, Hancock would be grinning wide and tearfully, with upturned brows and a trembling lip. Unable to speak at first, he would pull an equally tearful Sole into the tightest hug he could muster, their bodies flush, his arms enveloping his love as his roughened cheek pressed insistently against her smooth one. “You just made me the happiest ghoul in the whole damn world, you know that, sunshine?” He’d say just before touching his lips to her cheek in a long, drawn out, tender kiss. (The action may or may not escalate into a long trail of kisses spanning across Sole's entire face as mirthful giggles escape her lips.)

Who would've thought that this was in the cards for him? Certainly not Hancock. He thought he was lucky enough just to be in the presence of someone like Sole, but for her to return the feelings he had for her? To enthusiastically agree to being in a relationship with him? To want to start a family together? Hancock was sure he was dead, or riding the wildest high of his life, for how could this be reality for someone like him? A junkie, a bachelor, a coward, a ghoul, a flimsy torn page with "bad news" written all over it. Nah, he didn't deserve this, but damn was he overjoyed at the fact that Sole thought he did, and who was he to question her judgement?

Hancock had never thought this would be possible, the whole "baby" thing… even though he knew about donors and such, he always thought it would be too painful for Sole to consider having a family again. And with him? Of all the folks in the Commonwealth and beyond, she wanted the infamous ghoulified mayor of Goodneighbor to be a father? To her kid? He was fucking ecstatic. He didn’t quite understand why she wanted to raise a baby with him, why she thought he’d be any good at it, if she thought that. He knew he wouldn’t be the perfect fit for this kinda lifestyle; that he knew for certain, but the fact that she wanted him to try… that shit made his whole body tingle with warm gratitude from the inside out.

He would try to be calm, collected, and altogether nonchalant about the whole process in order to keep Sole relaxed. From finding the donor, to the fertilization, to the pregnancy, and all the way through to Sole going into labor, he would try to be as calm and cool as a November night. And on the outside, he'd do a damn good job, but inside? Nah, inside, this ghoul's worried sick. If anything went wrong with his sunshine, he wouldn't know what to do, he's not sure he could take a blow like that.

So, he’d try not to think too much about what could go wrong, since he knew that would only make it harder for him to be there for Sole in the way that she needed, but occasionally he’d just have those kinda days. A bad trip, a fitful night fraught with horrific dreams, a bout of horrifying overthinking as Sole uttered a pained sound from one little thing or another, or a stint of morning sickness that seemed to last just a bit too long for his liking. All of these would have the poor mayor on edge. Normally, when he was stressed, Hancock would try to chill out with some jet, or calmex, but he really was trying to give up the junkie life to the best of his irradiated abilities. It was a vicious cycle of anxiety every once in a while, but Sole was always there to help him through it. To remind him that this wasn’t her first experience with having a baby, to tell him that he was doing a wonderful job, despite his anxieties, and to remind him that they were the Sole Survivor and the Mayor of fucking Goodneighbor, and that they could face damn near anything when they were together.

Those were only the bad days though. On the good days, oh, hon... Hancock was simply blissful. Sole really is in for a treat, as she is absolutely 100% pampered and loved on, coddled and looked after for 9 months straight, and then some (minus the couple of bad days, where she has to be the one doing the coddling, but really, how could she mind?). As soon as the pair finds out that Sole really is going to have this baby, Hancock is already offering her anything she may need in order to stay safe and comfortable for the next 9 months.

Hancock’s chill personality really shines when it comes to any mood swings Sole may have, and a lifetime of chem and alcohol use has rendered the ghoul particularly skilled at cooking foods that are comforting and easy to make/eat that come in handy after bouts of morning sickness. Who knew that all of his hangover experience would come in handy like this?

While Hancock loves nothing more than going on adventures in the Commonwealth alongside his beloved, he wouldn’t say it in so many words, but would be more reluctant than usual to leave Goodneighbor or Sole’s house. When, before, he would have leapt up at the prospect of hunting down some goons and making the world a better place through some good ole fashioned violence, Hancock couldn’t think of anything worse than having Sole get injured, or potentially losing the one he loves more than anything in the world, and the possibility of a future family with her if some shit went wrong. So, while he absolutely knows she is capable and an complete beast in combat, and he recognizes that Sole can’t stay cooped up indoors for the whole 9 months, (and let’s face it, he certainly doesn’t want to either, but he’s not about to leave his love behind so he can get outta the house once in a while) he definitely steers the pair away from the areas he knows to be more sketchy than others.

Hancock just loves showing Sole off. He did this before the pregnancy as well, but man, now if anyone comes up to the pair when she starts showing, you know Hancock is already beaming as he tells the inquiring stranger just how far along she is, whether it’s a boy or a girl (if they know), or even what they think the baby’s gender is if they don’t want to know/can’t find out, how often the baby has been kicking, and he may even ask for opinions on baby names from certain kind folks who come up to chat with the parents-to-be. It’s also quite likely that he uses these passer-byes as an indirect way to further compliment Sole, saying things to them like, “Doesn’t she look gorgeous?,” “Just look at how she glows,” or “It’s just incredible how you/these ladies do this, isn’t it? Damn it if she's not the strongest person I know,” just to showcase his admiration for her. Does it sometimes result in strange looks from the strangers? Of course. Does Hancock care, or even seem to notice? Not remotely. He's too busy gawking at the love of his life and her blushing, embarrassed glory.

The mayor tends not to be rude about it unless the person ignores him, but if he notices someone smoking nearby, he will ask them to put out whatever it is, or to simply move if he and Sole were there first. In addition to that, he will make quite the lifestyle change for himself, voluntarily giving up chems to the best of his abilities so long as withdrawals don't prevent him from caring for Sole, and when he does partake, Hancock won’t do it around her, he’ll move outside or to another room. He would also offer to give up alcohol, since he knows that she won’t be able to drink with him anyway, and leave it up to her if she wants him to go cold turkey like her. Even if she doesn’t mind, he still won’t drink in excess around her during her pregnancy. It's kind of a respect thing for him, and there ain't no one he respects more than the future mother of his child.

(little bit of NSFW content here) When it comes to sex, Hancock is even more generous than usual in the bedroom (if you can believe it's possible). His every movement acts as a tribute to his appreciation for the woman he loves more than life itself. He’d be sure to be gentle, but in all honesty, Hancock wouldn’t change anything too much (no need to fix what ain't broken, ya know?). He has always paid particular attention to Sole beneath the sheets, since he’s quite experimental, and comfortable with most kinks and things himself, so he tends to let her choose positions, location, duration, and pacing, and would definitely keep it this way during the pregnancy. You think this man used to really get into body worship before, this is just a whole nuther level. As Sole puts on weight later into her pregnancy, he takes full advantage of her swelling plushness, running his hands over her body, taking the time to squeeze and palm every bit of her growing softness, constantly complimenting every bit of her as his starving eyes eat up every inch of her beauty. Especially if Sole is self-conscious about any of the changes in her body, Hancock will be sure to constantly remind her that she’s the most captivating and gorgeous person he’s ever met. No stretch mark appears on her body without being lovingly kissed, no soreness will develop without the offer of a nice, long massage (this perhaps is just another excuse to get his hands on her), no tenderness will go unnoticed and will be accounted for when his hands are roaming her body. In general, he’s as loving and doting as ever, but he's also on high alert for any signs of pain or discomfort coming from his other half.

He’d be SO excited every time the baby kicked. For some reason, the babe seems to wait until he’s around to do it, and he’s thrilled. Sole is a little weirded out by it, but she honestly takes it as a good sign. But oh man, Hancock's hands will be all up in that shit, not wanting to miss a thing as Sole smiles at him like this isn't the fourth time this has happened in one evening (does he use this as yet another excuse to touch Sole? Hmm, who knows [the answer is yes]). Sometimes he forgets to be sympathetic when Sole can't sleep due to the fluttering in her belly, but his roughened hands smoothing rhythmically over her stomach throughout the night might just help her catch a few Zzs after all.

He’s admittedly quite nervous as she approaches labor, becoming ever more protective as her belly swells to its largest point, ensuring she avoids any kinda gun fight, crazy high heights or unneeded stress, and he would be adamant about Sole sitting out any outings, missions, or other activities in the dangers of the Commonwealth. But man, would he make an environment she didn’t want to leave. Pillows, snacks, dim lighting, good conversation, music, soft touches, compliments galore, and a man who is at her constant beck and call, willing and happy to do anything and everything she might need or want? Yeah, here’s to say, Sole didn’t really want to leave anyway.

By the end of the pregnancy, Hancock has a strange mix of apprehension and denial going on. He’s used to Sole being pregnant now, he knows how to deal with everything, how to take care of her, what makes her uncomfortable and how to fix it. But a kid? An infant? He doesn’t know how babies work, doesn’t know how to tell what they want from him. He’s excited beyond belief at the thought of being a father, but he just doesn’t know how to do it. He tries to think back to his own dad, and the way that he was brought up as a kid, (though, he's not sure that's a great frame of reference given the way he turned out) and definitely goes off of Sole’s judgement, but he can’t shake the feeling that he was never meant for this. To settle down and have a family. He isn’t his dad, he’s Hancock. He’s not a “family man,” not a picturesque pre-war looking man with a normal job and a cookie-cutter backstory; he’s a self-made ghoul, a junkie, a deadbeat whose earned his position of power by bathing in the blood of tyrants who died by his own hand, and shooting his veins up with every kinda poison the wastes have to offer. How do you explain that to a kid? That he made himself the way he is, cuz he couldn’t stand the man he’d grown up to be? What the hell kinda example is that? He wouldn't doubt for a second that his baby would be the center of his world from the moment he sees it, but if anything, that only ups the anxiety that he'll do something to mess the kid up. Hancock would be nervous as shit, but if Sole had confidence in him, well… he trusts her judgement more than he does his own, so if she thinks he’s "daddy" material, he ain’t gonna argue with that. All he can do is hope she’s right, follow her lead, take it one day at a time, and hope that him trying his absolute hardest will be enough.

[boop-le-snoot]

marmalade taffy

Helmut Zemo smut & feels. Soft!Dom Zemo, non-superhero!AU, Zemo being the weird uncle of college!Maximoff twins. This was written on a whim so if someone signs up to beta-read, I will shower you with affection and reminders to drink water. The Reader is addressed as "you" and is not described - race/age/body type neutral. The language I used for Sokovian is actually Serbian. Word count 2,8k.

Fun fact: I have mild synesthesia. Emotions/feelings and some people have an assigned color (and sometimes smell) for me. That's how the name of the fic was born. This fic feels like the colors of marmalade and taffy, look them up. This fic is dedicated to my lovely @slothspaghettiwrites , the shining beacon in my misty, rocky beach. (You're a periwinkle for me, by the way. I thought you might ask.)

When you first see him all you do is raise an eyebrow. His sleek, well-maintained vintage car stands out almost grotesquely amongst the various sedans and mom vans on the campus and you can see the glint of his wristwatch even from afar. Wanda's and Pietro's sheepish smirk only makes the situation worse - the girl's attire obviously screams "liberal arts" and her twin brother doesn't seem to have anything better to wear than tracksuits.

The man behind the wheel is unfazed. He is calm and collected in that European way, not conceited, just waiting. For what? You don't know. His eyes trail over you but he doesn't smile, simply gives a tiny polite nod. If you hadn't had extensive conversations about cultural differences with Wanda, you'd say he was extremely rude.

Shy, quiet Wanda, who's eyes lit up seeing her favorite not-actually-uncle. In a surprising dash of energetic agility, she hopped right into the car, her numerous scarves a bright flash of saturation against the campus grayscale. You giggle and wave at the departing car, snorting when Wanda's hand reaches over to briefly honk the horn, causing the driver to swerve the tiniest bit, his eyes trained on you in the rearview mirror.

He comes and goes often. Almost always in a different perfectly restored vintage car, mostly with the same polite mask of bored contentment. You know he's royalty in his home country and can't help but wonder how frivolously the twins act around him - no, free. He gives all the appearance of a silent, strict man.

You're proven wrong rather quickly. Freshman year left behind you, you and Wanda decide to ditch the dorms for an apartment - she finds one rather quickly and it's just you two in it even though it is ridiculously huge and the rent amount she requests is equally ridiculously small. Not the one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you pretend nothing is out of the ordinary and buy yourself a new pair of shoes.

Helmut - Wanda finally formally had introduced you two - doesn't come by often, however the visits are always... Eventful. He's not at all what it seemed to be; in the quiet of your apartment, a witty, incredibly clever man resurfaces from under the stoic façade. The Slav in him easily lets him consume alarming quantities of alcohol together with Pietro, who opted to stay in the dorms with his idiotic football team, and - you couldn't believe your eyes at the time - dorkily dad-dance squat in the middle of your living room, unfazed by your and Wanda's cackling.

The way Helmut is absolutely unbothered by the audience and the laughter, pale face flushed from the wine and a little smirk stretching his thin lips into expression almost catlike. The maroon turtleneck stretches nicely across his chest, as thinly as your lip that you worry between your teeth.

Pietro raises an eyebrow. You shrug.

"Got something in your eye, no?" He teases playfully and you shrug again, taking another swig of your nice, European beer.

There are more gatherings, more parties and quite a few rides in his car, when the wind blows your hair in all directions possible and intermingles it with Wanda's as you giggle and squeal in the back seat. Helmut always indulges you two; the word 'no' simply does not exist in that man's vocabulary. He insists politely but firmly on a dinner with all three of them on your birthday and the gifts he brings make your eyes pop out and your face heat.

"A woman like you makes any sensible man want to shower you with the finest gifts," Helmut's voice is quiet and his accent is thick and somehow, it makes it all that harder to refuse. He smiles like usual - tiny and a little secretive, as he pecks your cheek, filling the air around you with the smell of his cologne. It makes your mouth water and your fingers clench helplessly around the half a dozen of silk paper-wrapped boxes.

The summer rolls in and it's hot and humid and finally you don't have to worry about waking up at the crack of dawn or classes or the annoying boys who can barely take a no for an answer. The invitation to Helmut's villa doesn't come as a surprise; Wanda had been riled up over it since early May and Pietro and his whole damn football team were equally as thrilled.

You pack flowy dresses, daisy dukes and swimsuits. The expensive jewelry and handbag Helmut had gifted you, too, since the villa is surrounded by a whole neighborhood meant solely for the rich and famous. Wanda is absolutely unbothered by her own bohemian chic and you quietly envy her; the longer you get to know her, the more you realise of how much actually she does not give a fuck about anything besides her paintings and sculptures.

It's admirable, really, because she is talented. And Helmut knows it, too, having had collected and kept every single work Wanda had made, showing it off in the various rooms of his two-story mansion. The abstract fits in well and is a great conversation topic for him and his equally important friends. There's an endless stream of them in the first days and Wanda isn't overtly happy, choosing to run away to laze around the pool with you more often than not.

Helmut's friends stop at the glass wall between the inner side of the house and the pool to stare at you two, too, causing something dark and tense flash across his features. There always had been a sort of tangy obscurity in him, you've noticed, but not nearly enough for you to grow concerned. It added the bittersweetness, the flavour and consistency to the modest man.

Although calling him modest might have been a mistake. The moment you can't shake off one of his friends after a polite chit-chat seems to never end, Wanda nowhere in sight, dread and unease digging their sharp, spindly fingers in the soft flesh behind your rib cage, Helmut is suddenly there, arm wrapped almost possessively around your waist.

"Draga mea, Wanda is looking for you. She says it's urgent," He stares the man down with the eyes of a vulture. "I believe we haven't been properly introduced," Helmut seems to not realize he's still clutching you in a grasp of steel as the man opposite you rumbles out his name, few syllables you'd forgotten seconds after he spoke them for the first time.

"Baron Helmut Zemo," the fingers brush and squeeze once, gently, over the valley of your waist before letting go. You miss the rest of their peacocking, walking away with a fight and fire inside of your hammering heart. Anxiety and longing and confusion mix and blend, combining into a cocktail that has you beelining for the bar like a woman parched.

The next day you're sleeping off the hangover, first in your bed and then by the pool - Wanda had run off into town for one thing or another, and knowing her, she'd be back home at the crack of dawn. It was blissful peace, the soothing balm for your troubled heart and your aching head.

"Hungover?" Helmut's voice was quiet and a little bit teasing. None of the Eastern Europeans had ever showed the signs of having any ill effects from the alcohol they drunk, unlike you.

You stretched, too blissed out to care about the skimpy strings and straps of your bikini, basking in the gentle morning sun. "Mmm, not anymore," a swim in the cold pool had done wonders.

Your soft pink float rocked as Helmut's footsteps quieted, giving way to a short splash and the sound of his breathing somewhere in your space. Just as you cracked open your eyes, he reached out a hand to steady himself next to you. "I wanted to apologize for the situation yesterday. That man was stepping out of line. He is not welcome in my home anymore."

You stare at him and then you snort. The blunt was he usually speaks is so easy, it flows oh so effortlessly. No mind games, just honesty. You want to pay him back in kind. "Don't worry, Helmut. I just had a bit too much to drink," that was the truth. Any other time and you wouldn't have hesitated to unapologetically steer clear of any creep. Heat and bubbly don't mix and that was your own mistake.

"No, printsesa," the man in front of you let loose some of the delicious darkness, eyes growing stormy, hand gently resting over yours. "Some men are fools, they are nothing but animals. You deserve to feel safe, especially in my home." His lips stretched into a smile, water dripping down his jaw and making tiny circles form in the azure of the pool.

"I can't argue with that," you replied, catching the stray liquid and following the trails it made with your eyes. His forehead, dripping down over his eyes, making Helmut blink the stray drops away until they landed on his lips, trickling down his chin.

You swallowed, opting to dip your toes into the cool pool water before you could make a fool of yourself. The water splashed towards him, making a mischievous grin grace his usually serious face, as me made a half-hearted attempt to splash back weakly, making the water sizzle on your sun-kissed skin. Never the one to back down from a challenge, you knitted your eyebrows in mock offense, eagerly letting the water wash over you as you abandoned the float in favour of creating waves with your whole body.

The temperature contrast was delicious and Helmut's laugh even more so as it echoed in between the high walls of the building surrounding the pool. The sun was nearly at its peak, shining over your head in a beacon of heat that almost matched the one inside of you, the one that had blossomed there months ago and finally grew into a steady smolder, shooting sparks whenever you were around the baron.

It was hot and wet, the same feeling chasing you two when you finally kissed. His hand firmly planted on the side of your neck, his nose softly brushing against the underside of your jaw, Helmut was in no rush to taste you, to savour every millimeter of your sun-kissed skin. The man left you with your fingertips trembling and heart scrambling for purchase somewhere in the deepest pits of your belly.

"What are you so hungry for, mmm?" Helmut's voice rumbled next to the shell of your ear; you could barely focus, skin singing underwater, where he held onto you like a lifeline. "You have hungry eyes, ljubavi, tell me what it is and I'll give it to you," your bodies pressed flush against each other, his eyelashes flittering against your cheek.

"You," the maximum capacity for your brain was one-syllable words and you used it sparingly, failing to suppress a gasp when Helmut's mouth latched around a particularly sensitive spot right under your jawline.

Teeth scraped over it before he soothed the sting with his tongue. "All the things in the world, I could give them to you. And yet..." He sounded almost disappointed. Perplexed, just as you were at the strange admission. "A woman like you would have men fighting for your attention yet you give it to me so freely," he murmured softly, capturing your lips in a slow, fluid kiss once more. "I will make sure you have everything you could ever want."

Helmut's touch grew bolder as he steered the two of you towards the shallow end of the pool. The taste of him was intoxicating, like the sweetest, most alluring poison you'd ever tasted: you knew that once you had one small bit, you'd be addicted, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His words were clever and his mouth even more, making the short stumble upstairs last hours.

A wall, baroque tapestry, marked with the wetness of the pool water, where you allowed yourself to be pressed against as he leaned into you with the entirety of his broad frame, domineering the kiss effortlessly.

You panted as your back hit the soft, million-thread count, unmade sheets of the baron's bed, staring up into his eyes and finding your own reflection in his pupils, blown wide with lust. The tiny smirk was back but now his unexpressive face was marred by a gleem, accentuating his moist, puffy lips you'd licked into and bitten in a heated frenzy.

"Beautiful, printsesa," he stated with quiet firmness, leaning over into you to unclasp and toss away the upper part of the bikini. The bottoms followed suit, flung carelessly somewhere. His hands ran over your as it sang, every tiniest nerve hypersensitive, coming alive with a fervor borne of months of longing, complimented by the summer heat and cool waters.

"Helmut," your voice wavered, flowed on the syllables as his clever, clever mouth trailed hot down your chest, briefly submerging each nipple into the sear of it. Goosebumps rose over your exposed body, highlighting a trail for him, a trail he followed eagerly. Kisses were candy sweet and marshmallow soft.

Hot breath at the apex of your thighs had you mewling and arching into it, having abandoned all shame, and Helmut found it amusing. The petite chuckle made an appearance, his fingertips ghosting over the part of your lower lips; he was as amused by your impatience as he was enthralled by the youthfulness of the gesture. "Shh, ljubavi, I will make it feel better," his accent as thick as clover honey and just as saccharine.

The first movements were tentative, brief and so light, the demanding moan slipped out of your mouth along with a growl of frustration. You felt continuous chuckling, slight stubble rasping along the sides your thighs; you felt him pick up pace and steady his hot hands on your hips as you attempted to trash against the overwhelming stimulation your pussy was receiving.

His moans, loud and wet, drove you closer to the edge like a drunk drove a Ferrari; Helmut's skill was unparalleled but it lacked precision as he lost himself in the moment just as much as you.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm- I'm so close," you managed to grunt out before the crescendo hit, eyes rolling back into your skull as the influx of more, more, more hit every nerve ending in your body. You could do little more than rest your legs on his shoulders as the noble man, the quiet storm lapped up every drop of your release.

He made the inside of you weak.

In seconds, Helmut was back on top of you, grinding his arousal into you desperately, almost begging for it and all you could do was let your body respond, mimic your lover, clench around nothing just as you felt him twitch.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded hooking one of your legs over his hip, eyes boring into yours with everything in them plain on display. It was a terrifying thing: as if your heart had suddenly grown legs, stood up and walked out into the bare, wide world, open for all to see. "Ti moa, skaži eto," his native tongue made his voice even more hoarse, you couldn't resist anymore.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," you chanted the words like a prayer, hoping he'd be merciful - and he is. No, there's only a hidden tenderness in his hands as he drives into your with increasing force that shakes you and makes your core quiver, igniting your flesh once again like the color red; it's messy and it's sloppy and you're barely aware of Helmut muttering something into the crook of your neck as you feel yourself clench down on him with a choked moan.

"Fuck," hearing him, the polite composed man, bite the end of his own orgasm into a curse made a wave of magenta hot rush travel through your body at lightning speed, his cock pulsating and coating you, claiming you from inside out so sweetly you couldn't resist a shallow gasp into his cheek, a gasp he mirrored as his own oversensitive flesh was once more assaulted by your combined lust.

The tide of his breathing was high; both of you spent yet still drunk on the newfound sense of togetherness. It was clear as a summer's day that in your arms laid a man who'd once lost something important and you - you were a someone who's never had anything of significance and perhaps, this time each other's arms would let you both keep whatever it was that you missed.

[theladyofdeath]

Elorcan 1st time?

PART II of drabble prompt: "Playing 2 truths and a lie while tipsy for Elorcan please", which you can read here :)

This is obviously nsfw. Caution: dirty love making. “Cock” is used, along with other sexual words of vulgarity. Anyway. Enjoy. 

Written with @snelbz

Lorcan waited for Elide to come back, but she never did. Yeah, he was a little tipsy - okay, he was straddling the border of being completely drunk - but he had meant what he had said.

I am completely in love with you.

Should that have been how he told her? No. Probably not, and he knew it as soon as the words had left his mouth, but he couldn't help it. Ten years, holding in such overwhelming feelings and emotions...they eventually just had to fall out.

He was surprised he'd held it in for so long.

Now, he almost wished he'd held it in longer.

He wasn't drunk enough to not have seen the panic in her eyes as she stood and walked away, back toward her bedroom. Which is where she had been for the last twenty minutes.

Lorcan remained lying in the beanbag in the corner of the living room, watching everyone else dance and have a good time while he drank and drank and drank.

Until eventually he couldn't take it any longer.

He pushed himself up, and caught his balance, and made his way down the hall. Elide's door was shut, which he expected, but he hadn't expected it to be locked when he tried the knob.

With a sigh, he knocked. "Elide."

Nothing.

He knocked again, harder, and consistently, until it was cracked open. "Will you stop before my door breaks in half? Gods."

Lorcan rolled his eyes and pushed his way into Elide's room, not bothering to wait for permission. He had been in Elide's room a million times, and it had looked the exact same as it had every time. Nothing had changed.

Except for the lingering discomfort in the air.

Elide didn't look at him as she shut her door behind them, shutting out the noise of the party raging outside. When it was just the two of them, standing alone in the silence, Lorcan cleared his throat.

"Care to tell me what the hell that was about?" he asked.

When she swung around, he instantly knew she was pissed. "What the hell that was about? Lorcan! You just told me that you...." She shook her head, her face falling into her hands. "Seriously?"

"That I'm in love with you?" he asked, and took in the sight before him. She wouldn't even meet his eye, and it was clear that she'd come into her room to quickly make an escape from him, to get away from him. There was no emergency of any kind, nothing else that had stolen her away. It was him. He'd told her how he felt, and it had scared her away. So, he scratched the back of his neck and said, "No, I only said that because I was drunk. I thought it would be funny, and it obviously wasn't, so...I'm sorry."

She met his eyes then, and he couldn't quite pin the emotion in her eye. Was it relief? Or disappointment?

Elide swallowed as she nodded. "Well...that's good, because I was sitting here thinking about how I could never bear to lose you. You're my best friend, Lor, and if...you did have feelings for me, that could really complicate things. So."

"Yeah," Lorcan agreed, a little too quickly. "So, I'll leave you alone in here and go back out there and get a drink and feel like an asshole."

Elide chuckled, quietly. "Yeah, alright. Pour me one too while you're out there."

Lorcan nodded and walked past her, back toward her door, but when his hand touched the cool metal knob, he froze.

Then he slowly turned around and met Elide's gaze. "You know what? I'm not sorry." Elide opened her mouth, but Lorcan cut her off. "It wasn't a joke, I was deadass serious. El, I'm in love with you, and I have been...for years. If you don't feel the same way, that's fine, but I finally spoke my truth and I'm not going to pretend like it was some douchey prank. I love you. You're incredible, and if this ruins our friendship, then that's something I'll never forgive myself for, because your friendship is the most important thing in the world to me, but...I love you. I do. And I would be a fucking idiot to act like I don't."

The words rushed out of him so quickly he wasn't even sure if they were comprehensible. Elide didn't say a word. In fact, he wasn't even certain she was breathing, she just stared at him with those big, dark eyes.

Lorcan turned back around and threw open the door when it became clear that there would be no response, but the second he crossed the threshold, she was calling his name.

"Lor, wait."

He did.

He didn't want to, didn't want to get shot down by the person who had saved him in every possible way throughout the last decade, but he was weak when it came to her demands.

"Look at me," she pleaded.

He did that, too.

He turned, and met her eye. She was closer now, only a few feet away from where he stood, halfway in the hall.

"You think I don't feel the same?" she asked, quietly.

He blinked. "You just said-."

"I haven't told you how I felt because you're the most important person to me, too," she whispered, taking another step toward him. "If we...acted on this, and it ended badly, and I didn't have you in my life anymore..." She shook her head. "Lor, I couldn't handle that. I would rather have you as my friend than not at all."

He stared at her. It was the last thing he expected her to say after what she had said before. Now she was there, looking at him completely raw, telling him that she felt the same way.

Lorcan stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him. "You know what your problem is?"

She rolled her eyes. "Seriously? That's what you're going to lead with in this moment?"

"Your problem is," Lorcan went on, ignoring her question completely, "that you think too damn much."

She opened her mouth to speak, surely to protest, but Lorcan had closed the distance between them in one long stride, took her up into his arms, and kissed her, slowly.

Elide immediately melted into that kiss, her arms going around his neck as her feet were swept off the ground. As her legs wrapped around his waist, Lorcan turned and had her back pressed up against her bedroom door. Holding her up with his hips, he cupped her face, and when they finally broke apart, his hands remained on her cheeks, his forehead having fallen against hers as they both struggled to calm their breathing.

Their eyes met, and neither of them said a word as their lips touched again. The kiss was slow, sensual, full of endless longing.

Lorcan had spent long hours wondering how well Elide kissed, but his imagination hadn't even come close to the reality of the feeling of his mouth on hers.

Her tongue swept between his lips and brushed along his teeth. His hands fell from her face and down her body until he had the hem of her tank top in his fingers, and he was pulling it over her head. His eyes trailed down her body, and Elide took the opportunity to unhook the clasp of her bra and drop it to her carpet.

Gently, Lorcan cradled her full breast in the palm of his hand and brushed his thumb over her nipple as her chest rose and fell in quick, rapid motions.

"Now you."

Lorcan's eyes snapped to hers, and she gestured to his shirt. After setting her down on the floor, he pulled his tee over his head, and her fingers were instantly against his skin. She traced the lines of his muscles, and Lorcan didn't dare move. He stood perfectly still, perfectly quiet, while her fingers roamed his body. They trailed from his abdomen, up to his chest, then down his side, and the edge of the v that disappeared beneath his jeans.

She stopped at the band of his boxer-briefs that were peeking out above his jeans, and she looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she popped open his button, and slid his zipper down.

Lorcan still didn't move, was terrified to. Apparently, keeping still had it's advantages and he wasn't about to curse the situation.

He’d made the right decision, too, he’d decided, and Elide inched down Lorcan’s jeans until they were in a pile on the floor beside them. She palmed the hardened bulge in his boxer-briefs, and a soft groan left Lorcan’s lips.

The sound made Elide grin from pure satisfaction.

That grin only disappeared when she pulled those boxer-briefs down, and Lorcan’s cock sprung free, making Elide’s eyes widen and her mouth run dry. For a second, she didn’t move, and for Lorcan, that alone was agonizing.

Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees and met his gaze through her long, dark lashes as she slowly licked the tip. 

Lorcan cursed, the sight nearly making him combust. He brushed the hair out of her face so that he wouldn’t miss a damned second of what was about to take place, before letting his hands fall back to his sides.

Elide’s hands had other plans. They wrapped around his cock and began working the base as her mouth took him in. It was slow at first, then with each pass Elide took him in a little deeper, a little further, a little faster. He watched her head bob, watched as this woman he was so madly in love with sucked him dry. 

He forced his eyes not to shut, forced his head not to fall back, forced his hands to remain at his sides. It was an all new kind of torture, one he couldn’t endure as one hand, at last, came to rest on the back of Elide’s head, his fingers weaving through her hair with enough force to make Elide moan, softly, against his sensitive skin. 

That moan reverberated through his entire body, from his cock to his chest where a growl pulled from him. Elide’s slim hand tightened, working him harder, quicker, and it was something straight out a wet dream he’d had a million times.

He just never imagined it was something he’d experience in his waking moments.

She looked up at him, and he was frozen, chest heaving as he stared down into those big, dark eyes. Eyes that were as glazed with lust as they were the alcohol that flowed through both of their veins. But there was something else in them, something he hadn’t seen in a gaze in a long time.

Care and longing and…love.

She could tell him that she loved him until she was blue in the face, but there was no denying that those eyes were full of love as she looked up at him. It nearly brought him to his knees with her. 

That realization only brought him to his release quicker, and Elide’s head fell back as he came onto her breasts, her hands continuing to work him until there was nothing left. 

Lorcan’s hand remained on the back of her head, if only for balance as he swore, and closed his eyes. By the time he opened them again, Elide was rising and crossing her room for a towel that hung on a hook by her door, which she used to wipe his cum off her skin. 

Lorcan watched the entire thing attentively, and when she turned back around and met his stare with a sly smile, he asked, his voice low, “Why the hell aren’t you naked?”

It was unfair, really, to be completely nude while her jeans remained. Elide didn’t argue, and in answer, she slowly shimmied out of her jeans until she stood before him in a lacy, black thong.

Lorcan’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he had only taken one step toward her when she slipped that thong off, too. When she rose again, there was nothing hiding her beautiful body.

The next thing he did was something he swore he had absolutely no control of. He picked her up and threw her back onto the bed, before crawling up after her, his body covering hers. It was rough and primal and something he’d imagined doing but never thought he’d actually get to do. His lips wrapped around one of her nipples and she moaned as her hand dove into her hair.

Her legs were already parted to make room for his body, so he had easy access to slide a knuckle between her folds, surprised to find her already warm and wet for him. He pulled back to tease her, to say something that would no doubt cause the blush on her cheeks to deepen, but he was interrupted by a knocking on her door.

“Elide?” Aelin called, over the music still playing in the living room. “You okay in there? I haven’t seen in you in a while.”

Lorcan was about to holler back but Elide’s hand covered his mouth.

“I’m okay,” she replied. “Just wasn’t feeling great. Decided to lay down.”

The knob shook as she tried to open it and both Elide and Lorcan were extremely grateful Lorcan had thought to lock it when he’d closed it before.

There was a pause on the other end. “Okay, well, can I get you anything?”

“No, go have fun!” she called, and Lorcan snorted into the hand that was still covering his mouth. 

“Alright,” Aelin muttered, as she walked away.

They both remained still for a moment on the bed before Elide’s hand fell away and Lorcan slowly shook his head. “You didn’t want her to hear me pleasuring you?” he asked, a long finger slowly slipping up inside of her.

Elide’s lashes batted against her porcelain skin. “If you pleasure me as well as I think you will, the whole damn party just might hear.”

A soft growl escaped him as Lorcan leaned down to kiss her. The kiss was short, sweet, and then his mouth trailed across her cheek, and along her jaw, and down her neck where he stopped to suck that sensitive spot, just at its base. Then his lips fell to her breasts, once more, and he took her nipple between his lips, tugging on it with his teeth.

Elide hissed, her hands diving into his hair. Lorcan gave her breasts the attention they deserved before moving on, his lips trailing down her abdomen, and when he spread her legs open as wide as they could go, Elide’s eyes shut in preparation for the bliss that was about to occur. 

Lorcan leaned back to observe her sex, and took his time before sliding his tongue slowly between her folds. 

Elide muttered a curse that had Lorcan’s hands tightening around her ass. 

True to her words, the moan that Lorcan’s tongue wrung from Elide was far from quiet. If Aelin had still been on the other side of the door, she would have immediately known Elide had been lying, would have put two and two together when she noticed Lorcan’s absence as well, and would be banging on Elide’s door, demanding to know what the hell she thought she was doing.

Elide couldn’t find it within herself to care. Not as Lorcan’s lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently. Something that sounded like his name tumbled from her lips, but she was far past coherent thoughts as she gripped her breast with one hand and Lorcan’s hair with the other.

That grip fueled Lorcan more and he sucked a little bit faster, a little bit harder, his tongue going wild as he feasted. Those moans from Elide grew louder, and the fact that she wasn’t a quiet lover had Lorcan feeling even more excited. She was wild, and she knew exactly what she liked - Lorcan admired that.

Elide’s back arched and her knees around Lorcan’s head tightened around him. She gasped between those moans, those delicate fingers woven into his hair gripping the strands to the point of pain. A delightful, wonderful, exhilarating pain. 

“I can’t,” she breathed, followed by a lovely string of curses. “I’m going to- Lorcan-.”

She came, and Lorcan held onto her ass, his tongue continuing to circle her clit as she did so. He didn’t lean back and look up until she was finished, and her body collapsed onto her blankets. And when he did, he climbed up her body, took her face into his hands, and kissed her. His chin was wet from her, but he didn’t care, and she didn’t seem to, either, as he sank down on top of her, hiking up one of her legs around his ass. 

“I want you,” he muttered, into her lips, as if it wasn’t obvious enough by now. “Gods, I want you.”

She kissed him again, roughly, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting herself on him, and breathed, “Then take me.”

There was no hesitation after that, no lingering touches or kisses. Not as Lorcan reached between them, lining himself up with her entrance and sank into her warm wetness.

It wasn’t rough, he didn’t want to hurt her, but by no means was it gentle. He filled her with one, long stroke, while she gasped and clung to his back. Her nails sank into the muscles she’d lusted after for so long, his name falling from her lips with a string of curses behind it. He echoed the sentiment as he pulled back and pushed back into her, setting a strong, relentless pace.

Her eyes kept trying to flutter closed, barely able to endure the sensation of having him so deep inside of her, but she kept them firmly on his. She could watch as that cool, well-maintained demeanor began to fall to pieces, could feel it as his thrusts became harder and faster, until before she knew it the headboard was slamming against the wall.

Surely Aelin would hear that.

Neither of them cared.

Lorcan fucked her, unceasing and without abandon. Their eyes remained locked the entire time, although with great difficulty. They didn’t want to miss it, though, didn’t want to miss the reactions, the emotions, the realizations that after all that time had passed, they were finally there, together, in that moment, and no one would ever take that away from them. It was a memory, a part of their story, that would forever be cherished and never forgotten. 

Elide came, her knees shaking around Lorcan’s waist, and he only lasted a moment longer before he was pushed far over the edge. When they were done, they laid cuddled up together beneath her blankets, Lorcan’s arm draped around her bare waist as his face rested in the crook of her neck, and she ran her fingers through his long, messy hair. 

As they were beginning to drift off into a sound, dreamless sleep, Lorcan said, quietly, “I want it to be noted that I didn’t tell you that I love you to get you in bed.” 

Elide laughed, breathlessly, as she looked over at him. “No?”

He shook his head, knowing full well that she knew better. He explained himself, nonetheless. “No. I meant it, Elide. I love you. I have, for a long time, and I will, for a long time.”

Her eyes softened as she pressed her lips softly against his forehead. “I love you, too. Always have, always will.” 

[therealvinelle]

You or The Muffin made a post on your dream cast(s), but I’m not really familiar with those references/actors (with the exception of Bowie and Jean Claude Van Damme and Clint Eastwood I think you mentioned). Is there anyone you would choose that’s a little more recent (80s-present)?

Our dream cast.

Our dream voice cast, for those interested.

Fun fact, both those posts were composed together, so yeah we share these opinions. We composed this one together as well.

Keep in mind that this list is... well it's for Twilight as I would make it. Which means that of course we’re casting a Didyme, nevermind that she’s been dead for thousands of years, but Denali who?

And once again we’re disrupting the time-space continuum and casting big name actors you’ve definitely heard about as they were ten, twenty, or thirty years ago.

Alright, so newer and shinier Twilight fancast, this time with a few alternatives because decisions are hard:

Alice: ... Audrey Hepburn.

I'm sorry. I tried. I tried to be modern, but I got to Alice and originally we thought Saoirse Ronan, appearances be damned because Ronan is a great actress, only to realize Ronan should be Renesmée.

So we're back to the dream cast. Audrey Hepburn was a tiny, pixie-like, yet ridiculously beautiful woman. Like Alice, her growth was stunted due to prolonged starvation during the War, so she's the perfect casting in a way no modern Western actress is going to be. She was also an amazing actress, just absolutely magnetic each time she graced the screen. She would be a fantastic Alice.

Aro: A young Tom Cruise.

Cruise is an absurdly beautiful man, and at 173 cm he is the right stature as I could never cast a tall actor for Aro. He's a very good actor, so I'm sure he'd be up for it. Also, he'd look great with chalky petrified vampire makeup on. He'd pull it off. I want to see this.

Optionally: Cate Blanchett

Yes, she's a woman. But that's what acting is all about, you play someone you're not. It's more a thing in theatre than in film that men can play women and women can play men, but I say fuck the rules, we're doing it theatre style. And Blanchett absolutely have that enigmatic, ethereal, otherworldly quality I'd want for Aro.

Bella: A young Sarah Michelle Gellar

Gellar is a petite beauty, she is spunky yet adorable, and very charming, the people of Forks and the Cullens would very believably gravitate towards her. Most importantly she has the acting chops to pull it off. She would portray an amazing Bella.

Caius: Daniel Craig

The man is the right age, he's someone you don't mess with. Craig has perhaps a touch too charismatic, but he's good enough that I'm hopeful he could tune it down.

Carlisle: A young Leonardo DiCaprio

DiCaprio is ridiculously attractive and has a bad case of The Babyface™. Watching him try to convince people that he’s 30 years old and has adult kids would be absolutely hilarious, and very faithful to the books. He’s a talented actor, too, very versatile.

Optionally: David Tennant

Tennant doesn't look the part, he is handsome but handsome in that particular way when flawed features come together handsomely. He does however have the perfect charm, gravitas, and energy for the character, so I think he could make a great Carlisle. 

This is where the magic of movie adaptions come in - you’re not going to be able to translate directly from text to screen, that’s impossible. If you embrace that and make some bold choices, you stand to make a truly spectacular adaption. One of the reasons why the Twilight films failed is that they were too faithful to the books while failing to understand the spirit of them, whereas the TV miniseries adaption of His Dark Materials switched a lot of things up and is absolutely amazing for it.

Demetri: Robert Downey Jr.

Ridiculously charismatic and talented actors cast in bit parts and making them shine is a passion of mine.

Didyme: Cate Blanchett

Look, Blanchett had to be in this somehow, and we could think of no one more appropriate. She has too much enigma for Esme, is too womanly for Alice, and once the idea for Didyme was had it was hard to weasel out of. 

Cate Blanchett would be convincing as Aro's sister, as a woman who haunts her lover and brother even thousands of years after her passing, an enigmatic and divine woman who can never be forgotten.

Also she's my fancast for her brother, so this works out quite nicely. Why cast someone who merely looks like Aro’s actor when you can just cast the same actor.

Edward: A young Johnny Depp

Very few men are otherworldly beautiful. There are countless handsome men, yes, and many beautiful ones, but Depp has extreme and symmetrical features that come together beautifully. Robert Pattinson does too, for the record, so what makes me prefer Depp is the fact that he is an incredible actor. Pattinson is good, but Depp is the kind of talent who can power through even the worst scripts, give him nothing and he will give you the world. He’s on Al Pacino’s level, this man can salvage anything.

Emmett: Terry Crews

Terry Crews is a mountain of a man, he's massive. He'd nail Emmett's infectious cheer, too. He has a very symmetrical and attractive face that follows the golden ratio beautifully, so I could buy him being a vampire.

Esme: Anne Hathaway ten years ago. Ref one, ref two.

She’s out of this world beautiful and has the perfect Esme aesthetic. Hands down best Esme. The fact that she’s a very good actress helps.

Felix: Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

He’s got the physique for the part and would be absolutely menacing.

James: Brad Pitt

Brad Pitt is a character actor who tragically got lost in the blockbuster scene. He’s good, he deserves cool parts. So yeah, Pitt as James. I think he’d be absolutely amazing for the part, it’d be the kind of performance where you can tell the actor was enjoying every second on set.

Jane and Alec: Child Dakota Fanning

Fanning was a good choice for Jane, it's just that she was slightly too old when she was cast (and they made her look even older!) and the screenwriters had written a different character than the one in the books (and not for the better - I’m all for changing things in an adaption! But, well, she was Marvel levels of bad villain). And as Alec is a bit part and supposed to be nearly identical to her, I’d just have Fanning play him as well.

Jasper: Clint Eastwood, every time.

Optionally: feels like blasphemy to even have an “optionally”, but here we are. If you somehow haven’t heard of the guy, then… er. No, sorry, I’ve got nothing. Know that I tried, though.

Marcus: Tom Holland

The man has such babyface, which fits since Marcus is 19.

Just Tom Holland, sitting around, looking young and depressed.

Renata: A young Natalie Portman

Yes, yes, Renata is a bit part, I know that, but this is my Twilight we're casting for so I do what I want.

Portman fits the physical description for Renata, and I find that description to be relevant to her character. She's a teeny tiny woman charged with protecting the most important man in the world, and gifted with intouchability. Portman looks is beautiful enough to fit the bill for a Twilight vampire, and tiny enough to stress the absurdity of this 5′0″ woman being anybody’s bodyguard, nevermind Aro’s.

Renesmée: Child Saoirse Ronan (Though Adult Ronan works too, she’s my cast for the hybrid gremlin period.)

She was an extraordinarily talented child actress, and she’s beautiful while odd-looking. I could absolutely believe I was looking at an otherworldly hybrid when looking at her.

Mostly I think Renesmée is going to be a very hard part for anybody, as the given actor will be portraying one of the most ridiculed characters in recent pop culture. It’ll take major talent to get the audience to care about Renesmée, but I think Ronan, if anybody, could do it.

Rosalie: Margot Robbie ten years ago

She’s out of this world beautiful, and more importantly she’s an incredible actress. She would be incredible for the part.

[todoscript]

loyalty

character: todoroki shouto.

warnings: suggestive language. a woman tries coming onto your man.

author’s note: was vibing with this with my girls the other night but might as well put the vibes on here too because we know that once shouto’s in love with you, he won’t ever betray that love

todoroki shouto

to cut to the chase, the very moment he realizes other women—whether they be heroes, news reporters, office workers, fans, etc.—start flirting with him his dick just goes limp.

soft, flaccid, not even the wind can get that thing to move

these ladies could go through the most tasteless ways, vying for his attention, like revealing clothing or unnecessary touching. still, he always gives them the bare minimum interaction, not so much as sparing a glance in their direction when he knows they’re just desperate to get in his pants.

he’s incredibly blunt and cold, and definitely isn’t shy about shoving them off when they get way too close, it’s pretty damn intimidating.

after all, we know how rude he can be when his patience gets tested.

they can go all they want at wasting his time, trying so desperately to garner his favor but as soon as you walk into the room, that’s a whole other story.

to those that only know him professionally, it’s staggering how quickly he softens up and goes starry-eyed for you.

a complete 180. like is this really the same man that nearly freezes nasty villains to death?

you can practically feel the devotion and adoration lighting in his eyes, all directed toward you. it’s only a matter of time before those ladies all give up.

they end up walking out of his agency with loud contempt in their heels at their utter humiliation.

- - - - -

Her nefarious attempts at wooing Shouto so far have all been fruitless, the wispy, exaggerated tone of her voice sounding like static every time it abandons her puckered lips. Grainy, annoying white noise. Shouto grimaces when he hears it, catching onto the game she’s trying to play.

His guest—a sidekick coming in place of her boss—circles the desk in his office, where the two were reviewing a plan devised to thwart a troublesome gang of villains. For any inessential reason, she’s checking her nails and tucking away stray strands of hair as if preparing herself for an interview—making herself presentable. Her hums threaten the silence, and he has a foreboding that these plans they’re going over are in a distant corner of her mind.

Now, Shouto more than realizes he’s an exceptionally desired man. He’s had his fair share of interviews and newspaper headlines depicting him as “the hot yet cool pro dominating the hero scene”. It didn’t take long for him to acknowledge the slew of admirers that came with his reputation and good looks. Some of which he’s had the displeasure of dealing with quite often nowadays.

Shouto sighs quietly. There comes a time when these “fans” come onto him too strongly that it becomes a hassle. Especially when they cross boundaries he has so critically established.

“C’mon, Shouto,” she muses freely, and the white and red-haired hero begins regretting the fact he took his own name as his hero alias. “Going over these plans is so boring, don’t you think? Why don’t we blow this joint and say… go out for lunch together, hmm?” She hits her shot again. There’s suggestion hidden in her faux naïveté, her act inflated by her fluttering eyelashes as Shouto turns to her.

Crossing his arms, his lips set into a frown. “You’re here for work, not to hang around and act like we’re friends,” he says firmly, piling bricks and binding them together with mortar to implant a wall he prays will drive off her desperation so he can finish this meeting quickly. The sidekick, however, seems determined to tear down these barriers as if the pro has issued an unspoken challenge. Her lips smothered in gloss upturn into a smirk.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” she teases, hoisting herself onto the table next to the array of papers sprawled in front of him. She makes a point at crossing her legs, hoping he hooks onto the bait of her enticing display. To her dismay, Shouto doesn’t even blink, finding the material written on the papers more interesting.

Eyes widening, she questions the hero’s tenacity in disbelief. Her confidence stumbles amidst his lack of interest. She bites the inside of her cheek, pouting. Time for drastic measures.

Shimmying closer to Shouto, she leans forward, giving her voice a better path to intrude his ears with light whispers. “Don’t tell me you’ve been grumpy as if late because you haven’t had anyone to sleep with…” she taunts suggestively, glinting at how the hero’s muscles flex at her statement and assumes she’s finally pushed his buttons.

Oh yeah, she’s pushed some buttons alright. Little does she realize they’re all the wrong ones.

Diving brazenly into a torrent, the sidekick lifts a hand toward Shouto’s arm. “Y’know, I would gladly help you fix that if you let me—” Her words are thrown off, brought to an abrupt halt by him gripping her wrist.

The sudden tense, chilly air has the sidekick shivering at both the coldness and apprehension at what is in store for her.

“I’m sure you know by now that I’m taken,” Shouto emphasizes his words with a steely look in his mismatched eyes that nudge in the direction of your photo framed on his desk, your joyful yet spiritless expression unknowingly witnessing this woman’s acts on your man. She gulps, aware it is her own fault for choosing to ignore your picture and still have the audacity to try and have her ways with him. How despicable. Now she has to face the consequences.

Shouto cruelly shoves her hand from his grasp, his expression so sharp it almost pierces like daggers.

“So I’d appreciate it if you stopped trying to pursue a man that obviously has no interest in you before I tell your boss that their sleazy sidekick can’t stay in line and perform her duties.”

[shlutnutt]

Smutty Kai request!

The reader is an alternative girl so like piercings, tattoos and fishnets…the whole nine yards.

She decides to pay a visit to Kai after seeing him at a rally, she’s been on the edge of death multiple times and is in no way afraid of dying. He tries to manipulate her in true Kai fashion but it doesn’t seem to work, he’s more drawn to her than she is to him. She is not afraid of Kai in any way no matter how he threatens her, it turns her on more than anything. He ends up shoving a gun in her face only for her to suck it off.

Rebel

w: dom reader x dom kai, smut, marijuana usage, gun kink, slapping, choking, language usage, etc

requested by: @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul

The man continued to speak, you finding it incredibly difficult to make up the words that fell out of his lips from the thick joint you smoked earlier and the loudness of the crowd. "have a nice day." happened to be the last few set of words you were able to acknowledge, him passing you a tiny white card with a wide sympathetic smile before practically disappearing passed the huge tinted exit doors that resided in the back of the rally. Losing no time you went out of your way to read the card handed to you, it having printed out the stranger's name and address (Kai Anderson, 555 Apple st) accompanied by a bold quote stating "join me. let's take over the world"

You quickly followed your way out to him immediately after reading the card, in attempt of asking him a couple of questions. Just for Kai to be nowhere to be found, as you stood there only being surrounded by empty cars parked neatly in the parking lot.

"shit." you mumbled to yourself, before speeding off in your own car directly to the printed address, sliding the fact that going to an unknown address to meet up with unknown man was practically considered a death trap, but you of course, didn't mind it not one bit.

Soon arriving at your destination you come up against a group of middle aged men guarding the door with rifles in hand and noticeable pistols in their pants.

"hands up slut!"

"and what the fuck are you cosplaying as?"

"probably some shitty pornogaphic emo anime bitch"

"what the hell is up with you whores tgese days?"

"hey nice cheerleader skirt!"

All of their unwanted chattering drove you over the edge, as one of them dropped their weapon, ran over to you and pushed you against a nearby wall, beginning to check if you were armed yourself to clarify your entry.

"hey man check her army combat boots she might have some shit in there." another yelled out, the guy rapidly ordering you to take off your dr. marten's platforms, soon realizing you were good to go.

"what's all this bullshit for? is the president waiting for me in there?" you rhetorically questioned, causing the man infront of you to slap the right side of your face with as much force as he possibly had in him, you instantly slapping him back notwithstanding the fact that there were approximately six other armed men infront of you.

He was quick to pick up the rifle and aiming it right at your throat.

"lower the guns." you heard a familiar voice order, the men all rapidly lowering their guns at their feet in sync, all accepting the demand, replying with a firm "yes, divine ruler."

"what in the.. fuck" you once again mumbled to yourself, as you looked up at the man you've desperately been wanting to meet, him signiling you in.

He was like a king walking around in his kingdom, the black zip-up hoodie he wore slightly toning the firmness of his form accompanied by the black sweats that sagged on him just a bit, and of course the blue half up-half down that suited him delightfully. Although completely lost in his strangely unique beauty, there was nothing that could've easily taken away the curiosity that you felt from the whole scenery. From the random card, his sudden disappearance, the guards (and the fact you were technically harassed by them), to the colored pieces of tape on his fingers, and the overwhelming feeling of being there in general.

"you know its kinda dangerous driving high, right?" kai interrupted your overthinking, him filling up a glass of water and handing it to you, pointing over at a large leather black couch that stood behind you, you taking your time to take a seat. "don't you think your storm troopers are dangerous too? why do they call you 'divine ruler'? and why were they so heavily armed?". He only chuckled to your referral towards his men, heading over to take a seat beside you.

He was noticeably confident, like he owned the world and had everyone bow down to his presence. Well, but of course not everyone, not you at least. You weren't the type to submit to absolutely anyone, as you damn well knew that the idea of bowing to someone was such a pure act of disrespect to yourself, you unwilling of allowing anyone to feel superior over you being a present mental note.

Kai though, feeling like the king himself had such so many sociopathic traits written all over his face, he seemed cold, eyes full of darkness and evil, not one sign of emotion in them, not happy, not sad, not angry, nothing, there was absolutely nothing, like a robot attempting on mimicking its way out to identify as a human.

"you're not drinking the water I gave you." you heard him voice beside you, applying a slight pressure ontop of your netted thigh, you quickly meeting your gaze with his emotionless ones.

"im not really thirsty." you returned a reply, staring blankly into his eyes, just for him to break the eye contact, heading his eyes onto his right lap.

"it was to cool off your high a bit, im not interested in your thirstiness." Kai replied coldly, returning his gaze from yours back to his lap, repeatedly.

You only observed how he allowed all of his weight to sink into the couch, accommodating one of his hands behind his head whilst the other reached in between your thighs to grab the glass of water you've declined. Sipping on it quickly, you watched how a few drops dripped down from his mouth leading on to his chin and finally onto himself.

"Food shouldn't be declined, y/n." you felt anderson suddenly interrupt your thirsty gaze on him, his knowledge on your name making your eyes widen. "how the fuck do you know my name?" you quickly respond to his statement, eyeing how he playfully fidgeted with his locs, purposely ignoring you. "I said how the fuck do you know my name!?" you yelled out this time, producing his playful fidgeting to be replaced by an angry frown.

"who the fuck are you yelling at, little shit!?" he raised his voice back at you, getting up from his comfortable stance to eye you down better.

Mimicking his position now, you got up and stood infront of him, the platform of your martin's reaching up to his height, you two eyeing eachother a few inches away from each others' faces now, his infuriated, and yours stonely calm.

"Im not afraid of you, Kai Anderson."

"You should get to know me, i'll give you a reason to be."

"I doubt it."

"Oh yeah?"

Anderson only smirked to your rebelliousness and unzipped his zip-up all the way down, demonstrating the pistol he had digged deep into his pants, apart from his fitted body. Your eyes only traveled down his form, the gun in his pants, the band of his calvin clein's, and his v-line, all being your favorite combination on a man.

"Was that supposed to scare me?" you allowed your rebelliousness drive him over the edge, as he now choked slammed you onto the couch you stood infront of, pulling out the gun he had digged in his pants, aiming it fiercely onto your face.

You only giggled to his triggered self, causing him to choke you harder now, you feeling your breathing intensify with every breath you took.

"why-y are you bei-ng s-uch an ash-hole?" you stumbled in between your words, the smile not for once leaving your face, as you looked up at the man who hated nothing more than a woman feeling superior, knowing her worth and not taking bullshit from anyone. You now tried fighting back just for Kai to apply more pressure, pressing the gun closer to your face, him breathingly holding the gun and your neck down.

"don't make me fucking kill you, y/n!" he shouted, pushing the gun closer and closer onto your face, as you eyed the gun and him repeatedly, deciding to part your lips, pushing your head closer to the weapon, allowing it to enter your mouth, for you to now deepthroat it fully.

Feeling his hand loosen around your neck you couldn't help but to dampen yourself from the feeling of his bulge growing ontop of you along with his bottom lip slipped in between his teeth, whispering

"i need to know what it feels like to be inside you.."

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