#shit's night and day on this and the AH channel

[monarchisms]

man okay so it has been a while since I watched AH videos (as in, since the Matt thing), but since when do they not put the game & episode number in the title or thumbnail anymore? I was really craving some Cursed Halo content so I wanted to watch the Play Pals episodes of that but literally the only way to figure out the episode order was to go digging for their playlist. What da hell.

wadda hell.................................

i agree that the lack of numbers and a game title are annoying, but what makes me confused alongside that is that it's inconsistent?????????

playps and the laso series have the number gone from the thumbnail specifically except for part 11??? and the dark souls series with joe just keeps the episode numbers in the title, but not the thumbnail??????

it already sucks for people who were/are already fans for a while, and it sucks for newcomers even more because they'd struggle to find where to start, so an excuse for retention won't work. who does this benefit?!

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ rule breaker - 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔 ✴︎

（ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ）𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗑 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌’ 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

✫ another age gap soz

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yn

🎵 hell n bak • bakar

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yn been getting my tan on

charles_leclerc my instagram feed when i’m hungry

⤷ lando what the fuck

⤷ carlossainz55 He isn’t even trying to be subtle anymore

⤷ charles_leclerc where has being subtle ever gotten me?

sharls_lerklerk something good to come out of this whole thing is the fact that charles crushing on y/n has practically made him and lando best friends

⤷ carlossainz55 No cause why is Charles at Lando’s more then me? 😒

kikagomes body tea 😍😍

kikagomes wow who took this amazing picture?

⤷ charles_leclerc I bet I could take better pictures of her

⤷ lando leave my baby sister alone charles

⤷ charles_leclerc NEVER i WILL be your brother in law one day little lando

⤷ yn stop

⤷ charles_leclerc okay 👌

alex_albon who allowed charles to be this down bad for a girl 6 years younger than him

⤷ georgerussell63 We did actually…

⤷ alex_albon oh yeah…

⤷ kimi.antonelli I guess us constantly sending ship edits to the drivers gc didn’t help…

danielricciardo y/n stronger then me cause if charles leclerc was openly crushing on me i would not shut up about it

⤷ yn ???

⤷ danielricciardo what?

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charles_leclerc

🎵 sienna • the marías

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charles_leclerc 🌙

lando what are you doing with my baby sister in the middle of the night charles leclerc

⤷ charles_leclerc enjoying life

⤷ yn we’re with kika and pierre

⤷ lando that’s not easing my nerves those two are the biggest shit stirrers other than george and alex

ihatemymiserablelife she’s obviously playing with his feelings like bro take the hint she doesn’t like you

⤷ charles_leclerc goodness forbid a guy likes a girl who makes a man work for her love

kikagomes i guess your photography skills aren’t the worst

lilymhe this is giving mysterious baddieeee

olliebearman he’s in loooveeee

lando i don’t like you hanging out with my little sister without my supervision

⤷ charles_leclerc lando i would never do anything inappropriate to your sister

⤷ charles_leclerc without her consent 😈👅👅

⤷ lando CHARLES YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH MY SWEET LITTLE INNOCENT BABY SISTER

⤷ kikagomes innocent?

⤷ lando NOT NOW KIKA

⤷ yn i’m in bed lando you don’t need to worry

⤷ lando who’s bed

⤷ yn mine

⤷ lando with who

⤷ yn me, myself, and i

⤷ charles_leclerc i can fix that mon amour

⤷ lando charles don’t make me come sit with you all night to make sure you don’t sneak out to see my baby sister

⤷ charles_leclerc i wouldn’t mind some cuddles 🥰

⤷ lando oh i’m omw baby boy

⤷ charles_leclerc doors unlocked ;)

⤷ yn what 😟

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yn

🎵 forrest gump • frank ocean

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yn soaking up the sun

lando silverstone babyyyy 🇬🇧

⤷ yn manifesting that lando lewis max podium

oscarpiastri Forrest Gump? Sure

⤷ yn whatchu out here being messy for

charles_leclerc absolutely beautiful

lilyzneimer Cutie girl 🥰

♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc My feed is just obsessed with you

⤷ arthur_leclerc Is it or did you just mute everyone’s posts except hers?

⤷ charles_leclerc shut up arthur no one asked you

olliebearman she’s in loooveeee

⤷ yn what i can’t listen to good music anymore?

⤷ arthur_leclerc she said she will not stand for everyone thinking she’s in love with charles 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc fuck you

⤷ arthur_leclerc oops touched a nerve there

⤷ lando he in fact does not play about her. i said she was acting like a brat once and he gave me a wedgie. it was extremely humbling

⤷ charles_leclerc ah good times good times

charles_leclerc drop the haircare routine 🗣️🗣️

charles_leclerc we need a youtube channel bébé

⤷ lando BÉBÉ??????? oh we’re getting real comfortable huh

⤷ charles_leclerc uhhh I meant mon ange

⤷ lando just shut up

⤷ charles_leclerc Okay

danielricciardo I just have a hard time believing that someone so cool and beautiful and funny and kind is related to someone like lando

⤷ yn thx king i do too 😘

⤷ lando umm okay??

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yn

🎵 middle • dj snake, bipolar sunshine

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yn livin that sweet life

charles_leclerc if I speak

⤷ lando don’t

charles_leclerc just one chance

kikagomes the best traveling buddy, i love our cuddles 🥰

⤷ yn me 2 😘

lando delete this

lewishamilton You broke him

charles_leclerc yk you wrong for that

⤷ yn i was feeling bold

⤷ charles_leclerc you’re feeling bold, i’m feeling hard we’re meant to be

⤷ lando what the hell charles

⤷ charles_leclerc in a respectful way you know??

⤷ lando no i don’t know, that’s my baby sister you pedo

⤷ charles_leclerc I thought we agreed you would stop calling me that if I stopped sending you ship edits of me and your sister

⤷ lando yeah then you started openly thirsting over her again

⤷ yn maybe i should delete this post

⤷ charles_leclerc go ahead I already took a screenshot of everything I need

⤷ yn okay creep

⤷ charles_leclerc only for you mon cœur 😘

lilymhe so hot wow 😍😍😍😍

alex_albon i dare you to date charles leclerc

⤷ lando she said truth

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charles_leclerc

🎵 pipe (feat. xdna) • christina aguilera, xdna

liked by charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc one like and I’ll ask her out on a date

lando did you seriously just like your own post?

⤷ charles_leclerc pfft no, that’s so lame

yn what the fuck why do you have a picture of me sleeping in the doctors office when i was sick

⤷ charles_leclerc shhh don’t worry about it

mclaren The way everyone collectively decided to not like his post is hilarious

⤷ charles_leclerc oh who is you

alex_albon This post reeks of desperation and I love it

lewishamilton Are you drunk?

⤷ charles_leclerc drunk in love 🥰

alex_albon YES CHARLES A MAN WHO YEARNS IS A MAN WHO EARNS

danielricciardo Wow you just unlocked a whole new level of pathetic yearning

⤷ charles_leclerc only for my baby 🥰

⤷ lando boi

charles_leclerc sooo @yn what do you say about that date??? me + you + sushi??? 😁😁

⤷ yn what the hell, sure

⤷ lando excuse me?

⤷ lando are you guys serious i thought this was just a joke

⤷ lando guys??? no

⤷ lando GUYS??? NO

⤷ lando I HAD ONE RULE CHARLES

⤷ alex_albon LFGGGGGG

⤷ kimi.antonelli HE DID IT

⤷ olliebearman MAMA Y PAPA

⤷ pierregasly MY BOY DID IT

⤷ oscarpiastri What a time to be alive, truly

⤷ arthur_leclerc big bro finally grew a pair 🥹

lando i had one rule for her, don’t date any f1 drivers. what does she do? goes out on a date with an f1 drivers

⤷ lorenzotl I had a rule for him too, don’t get involved with anyone’s sister. What does he do? Gets involved with someone’s sister

⤷ lando they grow up so fast don’t they? 🥹

⤷ lorenzotl They sure do

⤷ arthur_leclerc acting like they just got married and you’ll never see them again, they haven’t even went out for their date yet jeez

⤷ charles_leclerc and for my next trick, i WILL pull my best friends sister

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yn

🎵 kind of • faye webster

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yn i like em french

charles_leclerc yk what, I don’t even care as long as i’m yours

⤷ lando how come she gets to call you french and not me?

⤷ charles_leclerc she lets me do things you wouldn’t let me do to you

⤷ lando i hate you

⤷ charles_leclerc I love you too BROTHER

⤷ lando yeah yeah 😒

alex_albon i used to pray for times like this

oscarpiastri This is hope core

carmenmmundt So cute 🥰

arthur_leclerc he is a proud frenchmen 🇫🇷

carlossainz55 He can die happy now

charles_leclerc MON AMOUR ♥️

kimi.antonelli We got chayn before gta6

georgerussell63 You have my etsy witch to thank for this 🙄

⤷ yn girl

⤷ charles_leclerc THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

⤷ yn girluhh

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charles_leclerc

🎵 best part (feat. h. e. r.) • daniel caesar, h.e.r

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charles_leclerc thank you george russell’s etsy witch for making my girl mine

georgerussell63 I take PayPal, Cash App, or Venmo,

⤷ charles_leclerc just sent you 16 dollars ❤️

⤷ georgerussell63 Dafuq am I supposed to do with that

⤷ charles_leclerc get some tea or something, I know you buss down on some good matcha

oscarpiastri What am I looking at here

⤷ charles_leclerc the intro to our sex tape

⤷ lando what the actual fuck

⤷ oscarpiastri And the crowd is not surprised

⤷ francolapinto Need a third? 🌹

⤷ charles_leclerc I don’t share

⤷ francolapinto 🥀

lando i guess out of all the men out there i’m glad my baby sister ended up with you 😒

⤷ charles_leclerc OHHH YOU CANT WAIT TO HAVE ME AS YOUR BROTHER IN LAW

⤷ carlossainz55 Lando acts like he doesn’t like you two together but I caught him telling his mom that you two are “definitely gonna last”

⤷ yn awhhhh landoooo 🥹

⤷ charles_leclerc HE LOVES ME

alex_albon Oh ya’ll are freaked out

⤷ lilymhe Oh yeah he wants that cookie

⤷ yn real bad

⤷ lilymhe 👏👏👏

francolapinto Can I at least watch?? You won’t even know I’m there

⤷ charles_leclerc You wanna sit in the cuck chair?

⤷ francolapinto I’m open to anything 😸

⤷ charles_leclerc No

⤷ francolapinto 😾😾 sharing is caring

⤷ charles_leclerc I don’t care

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charles_leclerc

🎵 i always wanted a brother • lion king

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charles_leclerc my brothaaaa

lando BROTHAAAAAAA

⤷ charles_leclerc YES LANDO YES LFG

lorenzotl What am I then??

arthur_leclerc Ungrateful, as always

⤷ charles_leclerc oh bug off

⤷ alex_albon you’ve been hanging out with lando too much

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[brainrotcharacters]

Angel Shaw's periods smelled like sulking in silence and coffees in the evening.

David couldn't entirely hide his amused smile as he returned to the living room, a mug of coffee in hand for his spouse. Angel was wearing his hoodie. The coziest blanket in the house covered the lower half of their body. "Here's your decaf."

A quiet murmur of thanks, and Angel received the mug by the handle. When they instantly lifted it to their lips, he covered the cup with a hand. "Ah-ah! Blow on it first. You're gonna burn your mouth off." He leaned back onto the couch, clicking a key on his laptop to restart it.

Angel murmured bitterly, but did as told. "I'd rather burn my mouth off than have period cramps right now."

Who knew this was what it took to make them as grumpy as David had been? He poked Angel's scowling face, and Angel snapped their teeth in the air between them.

"Didn't you say sleep helps ease the pain?" He asks. "Coffee is the last thing you should be drinking, if that's the case."

"No, there's something weird with me." Angel took a sip, conceding when they realized how the words applied to most of their life. "Coffee helps me sleep better. And everything sweet. That's the technique today."

David switched open the TV to some channel he knew captured Angel's attention often. "Says who? The technique is actual rest, healthy foods, and hydration."

"Boo!" Angel stuck their tongue out.

"You have so little energy on your first day," their husband chuckled. "It's genuinely disconcerting."

Angel suddenly made a pained noise, and David tightened the leash around his instincts to protect. Even as he kept a close eye on how Angel set down the coffee cup and wrapped weak arms around their abdomen, curling into themself. "... Ow."

"I'm here. How do I help?" Please, was what the shifter side of him wanted to add.

Angel took deep breaths before reaching a hand out to David. He grasped their fingers, firmly supporting his mate as they changed position, laying down across their lap and nuzzling their face into his muscled stomach. "Ohh, that's better. That feels so much better. Imma take a nap right here. Good night."

Huffing a laugh at the meme, David started to run his hands across Angel's hair. "You don't wanna cuddle in bed for this, baby?"

"You got shit to do, don't you? I'm gonna cry into the pillows if I don't sleep on you right now." Their words were muffled, and through his shirt, David can hear them smiling contentedly.

"Alright." He thumbed Angel's cheek, lightly gripping their neck. Damn, he can't kiss them in this position without causing another cramp. "Go to sleep, Angel. I'll be here when you wake up."

A noncommittal sound, then, "Love you."

"I love you, too."

[alicesluciddreams]

I Don't Gotta Tell Him; I Think He Knows

Summary: You never thought your 'When Harry met Sally' moment would be with a famous hockey player. You meet Cam when you get caught in the rain only to find out he's a Hockey player at a Flyers game. You have a plan on how to make him yours but he may already know. Inspired by 'I Think He Knows' by Taylor Swift.

Author's Note: I wrote this for a friend and repurposed it to flex my writing muscles. I'm not a Cam girly but I've written a lot for him because of my friend so... expect more. Also I wrote this before we knew that Jamie had a GF and I still don't know Tara's day job so I gave her a tiny back story here to fit the character I made up prior. Oops.

Warnings: Language, use of Y/N, mentions of Morgan Frost (I miss you bud), written in 3rd person Photos from Pinterest. Dividers by @uzmacchiato

Y/N never thought her ‘When Harry Met Sally’ moment would be in the rain. 

She had hoped to be wearing a nice dress, maybe even heels, not sweatpants, a cropped tank top, and a cardigan. Maybe they would meet at a fancy dinner, or on a night out with friends, hell, even a PTA meeting would do, anything but the present; soaked to the bone, shivering, with a harness leash wrapped around her wrist under the awning of a bus stop on the east side of Philly. 

Alas, here she was on what was supposed to be a sunny Saturday morning in the park with her dog, Bella, going on a nice walk. Since moving to the big city, she liked taking the forty-pound red heeler to the park five minutes from her shared townhouse to get not only her own steps in, but also her hyper dog’s energy out. But the weather channel lied, and halfway through her walk, the sky had bottomed out, leaving her hair stringy and her dog smelly. 

The only upside to this was the tall red head standing next to her under the bus stop. 

He had obviously been on a run, wearing a white athletic t-shirt and black Nike pants, headphones in his ears as he had dashed under the cover of the glass awning. The black baseball cap was the only reason his red hair hadn’t been totally ruined by the rain, but the shirt and pants most definitely were. Y/N was having a hard time keeping her eyes to the front and not on the way the man’s shirt had become see-through from the water. 

Bella pulled forward on her harness, fidgety from being in one place too long outside. She gave a bark out to the rain. Somehow, she hadn’t gone ballistic on the man standing next to them. Normally, any new face would be subject to the dog screaming at them for at least five minutes, if not for the whole visit. But this guy was getting off easy, as if Bella was just as interested in him as her mother was. 

“Cute dog.” The voice was softer, not as deep as Y/N would have thought it would be. 

She turned her head to him, “Oh, yeah, she’s… a lot.” 

Shit.  

She was being awkward. She wanted to pull out her phone, scroll on Instagram, or text her roommate with an SOS text, anything to get out some of this nervous energy, but Bella pulled again, trying hard to go out into the pouring rain. 

“No, Bella.” 

“A handful I see.” The guy smiled widely at her, stepping over a bit to look at Bella. The dog just turned her head to look at him with her big puppy eyes, ‘save me’ they seemed to say. He leaned down and stuck a hand down to let her sniff, and Y/N watched in awe. However, she felt her jaw give out when Bella sniffed the man’s hand and then began licking it, turning her whole body to face him, tail wagging. 

Y/N felt her heart beat pick up like a hummingbird’s wings in her chest as the man let out a laugh. 

“Ah you’re not that bad are you. Nah you’re a good,” he looked up at her, “girl?” 

“Yeah, Bella.” 

He gave a short, breathy laugh, “Yeah, caught that.” 

Her face heated up, and she picked a bit at her sweater with a grin. He stood back up with a sigh, and Bella whined at the loss of pets. 

“I’m Cam by the way.” 

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise.” 

“It sucks about the weather,” he continued, “it was such a pretty morning.” 

Y/N blew out a frustrated breath, “Yeah, well, the weather hates us all, I guess.” Cam just laughed. 

Bella butted her nose into Cam’s leg. “Come on now, let me give your mom some attention too, yeah?” 

“Sorry about her, I can pull her off-“ 

“No no its fine. I don’t mind. Just hate that I’m not getting to know you a little better with such a cute distraction here.” He ended his sentence with a cutesy voice obviously saved for pets and babies, getting down to Bella’s level to scratch at her head, which the dog ate up. 

Y/N didn’t know if her face could get any hotter than what it already was, and she just hoped the man didn’t find it too weird, because there was absolutely no way to hide it. 

“Oh, I think the rain’s letting up.” Y/N looked out onto the wet streets and noticed that the rain had finally slowed down to a faint drizzle. 

“Sorry to cut this short, but I, uh, have a thing to do in about an hour.” Cam stood up and gave Y/N a look she couldn’t decipher. 

“Oh yeah of course.” He flashed her a grin and a wave to Bella before jogging off, his footsteps leaving splashes in the rain that she wished she could follow. 

“I’m back,” Y/N called as she walked into the townhouse in downtown Philly. She kicked off her wet shoes and bemoaned the state of her soaking wet socks. 

“Oh, you poor thing! You’re all wet, let me grab you a towel.” Y/N’s roommate, Alice, called from the living room. She heard Alice’s footsteps as she ran back and forth from the bathroom to the front door. 

She slid on her own sock-clad feet, and as Y/N reached for the towel in her hand, a thank you on her lips, Alice sank to her knees and began towel drying Bella off. 

“You poor wet baby, you got all rained on. Your mom and I will have to take the hairdryer to you, won’t we?”

“Hey! What about me? The bestie?” Y/N gestured to her own water logged clothes. 

“The bestie has two legs and hands with opposable thumbs; she’ll be fine.” Alice said before going back to doting on Bella, who, once again, was eating up the attention, waiting for her moment to begin jumping on top of Alice to play ball. 

Y/N grumbled as she squished her way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel for herself and ripping off the wet socks.

“By the way. Tara called me today and asked if we’d be willing to go to the Flyers game with her tomorrow night.” Alice leaned on the bathroom doorframe, messing with her bangs as she looked in the mirror. 

“Flyers? Hockey?” 

“Yeah, Jamie’s playing and she said she doesn’t really know the other girls yet, wants me to go with her and keep her company. You need to get out of the house, and I know you like football, so…” Y/N stopped brushing through her wet hair to look at Alice in the mirror. 

“But what if I want to just sit in bed and rot all day?” 

“You can! The game isn’t until 7, and I mean there is the party after, but it’ll be ok!” 

“A party?!” Y/N turned to Alice then, who was looking off to the side with a guilty smile on her face. 

“Yeah… did I not mention that?” 

“No, you did not. Since when do you like parties?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms. 

“Since never, but Tara really wants me to go, and I won’t feel comfortable if you’re not there, and I don’t want to not go because Tara feels like some of the other girls hate her and-“ 

“Why the hell would the other girls hate Tara? She’s sweet.” Y/N had only met Tara a handful of times, but she had liked her from day one.

Alice and Tara had met and hit it off like crazy, working together at Alice’s first job after moving to Philadelphia. She hadn’t gotten her big girl museum gig yet, but Y/N had managed to find a job as a second-grade teacher rather easily, so to pay her part of the bills, Alice picked up a part-time retail job while she job-hunted around the area. Tara had been the one to help train Alice, and the rest was history. Until Alice got her big girl job and Tara found her big time influencing gig and the two both left that shit hole of a job. 

Alice rolled her eyes, “They can’t, she just thinks they do, and is paranoid. But if we go, I’ll have someone there to keep me company when she finally sees that they do not, in fact, hate her, and they all become wag friends.” 

“And what do I get out of this?” Y/N smirked a little bit, knowing she would go but wanting to see Alice squirm a bit. 

“Girl’s night with free food and drinks?” 

“Deal.” 

This is how Y/N found herself sitting in a section of seats closer to the ice than she ever thought she would be. 

She had only ever been to one singular Nashville Predators game when she lived in Tennessee, and hadn’t really had the time to see a Flyers game since moving to the city. Alice had been dragged to a couple with Tara, but they had been during the week when Y/N couldn’t go.

So here she was now, a woman, sitting a few rows up from the players' bench and watching as the lights went down, an orange glow filling up the space, and the intro started. 

Y/N was intrigued by the whole thing really watching as it went through people and names she had never seen before, a Nick, Tyson, and some guy with the nickname Frosty according to Tara, but when she saw a familiar face pop up on the screen her heart skipped a beat like she was jogging down 16th avenue. 

He looked so boyishly handsome on the screen, even with such a stoic look on his face. His hair curling up and out of the back of his helmet, blue eyes shining like sapphires through the 4k camera lens. He looked so stern up there, but she just couldn’t unsee the childlike gleam in his eyes as he had been petting her dog the day before. 

When the game started, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the number 8 jersey. Watching as he skated along the ice like he had been born on it, as he shoved a guy in a red, white, and blue jersey into the wall and then smirked about it later.

He kept to the puck like a dog to a bone, batting away any opposing player like it was a threat to the lives of everyone around them. But she started planning her strategy to win his heart when she saw his fist fly after some guy (According to Alice, his name was something Fox) went after Bobby (Name courtesy of Tara) after he blocked a goal. 

According to Tara, the 4-2 win against New York was a huge victory for the group. “No one likes the Rags,” Alice said, pulling Y/N by her hand through the crowds towards her car.

Tara had given the girls the address of where to meet and bid them goodbye to go congratulate Jamie, leaving them to fend for themselves in the waves of orange and black filing out of the Wells Fargo Center. 

“If you drink more than me, I’m letting Bella sleep in my room tonight.” Alice threatened as they piled into her car.

Y/N knew the girl was lying, Bella would end up licking her face in the middle of the night like she had before, and Alice wouldn’t want that. So all she gave was a knowing laugh.

The music was quieter than Y/N had thought it would be at an afterparty for a win against a rival team. Some Kendrick Lamar song was playing over the loudspeakers, and she took another long sip of her drink to try and drown it out. 

“Jamie says you look like you’re sulking.” Tara’s head of brown hair bounced as she seemed to skip over to her. 

“Sulking? Me? Never.” 

“Come on, he wants to introduce you and Alice to a few of the guys.” Tara held out her hand for Y/N to take, and she did so with a slight hesitation, dropping her now-empty glass on the table.

Tara pulled her along to a small group of men over by the wall. Alice was already there, standing awkwardly by Jamie and his hat-covered dark hair.  She was looking a bit confused, a tight smile on her lips, she looked around and visibly deflated in relief when she noticed Y/N and Tara. Alice pulled Y/N into the circle as soon as she got close enough. 

“There she is! Guys, this is my best friend Y/N.” Alice introduced. 

Y/N took the time to look around at the small group gathered. She already knew Jamie Drysdale; Tara had brought him around once or twice. Another man in the group was large with a baby face, he introduced himself as Tyson, another Bobby, smaller than the others but with a bright smile, and lastly… him. 

Cam York. 

The Harry to her Sally, or maybe something a bit more stable than that. He was standing tall in a tight-fitting black t-shirt that Y/N couldn’t help but notice was hugging his biceps a little too tightly for her comfort, and black jeans that ended just above his white sneakers. And yes, Y/N had to tear her eyes from his thighs before anyone caught her staring, no shame in that. 

“Hey, you’re the dog mom!” Cam said with a grin. He looked cocky but not mocking. 

Y/N smiled back, “Yeah, good to see you.” 

“Oh so you guys have met?” Tyson’s grin was a knowing one. 

“Just yesterday on my run, both got caught in the rain. How’s Bella?” Y/N was caught off guard by his memory of her dog’s name. 

“She’s good, a crackhead, but good.” Cam laughed at this. 

Y/N felt a jab at her side and looked over to see Alice’s Cheshire grin, now she looked mocking. Y/N gave her a look back that said ‘Keep your damn mouth shut.’ Alice only smirked, bringing her straw to her mouth. 

“You want something to drink?” Cam nodded her way, and Y/N nodded in response, “Come on, I’ll get you something.” He took a couple of steps towards the bars, turning his head to make sure she was following him; when he knew she was, he smiled, a real one, she could tell. 

She pulled herself up onto a barstool and felt Cam as he leaned his large body next to hers against the bar. He was so tall he didn’t need to sit to be comfortable; he could lean just fine on the bar top. 

“What are you thinking? Mojito? Mai Tai?” He looked at her pushing around the beer glass in front of him with twitching fingers. 

“Whiskey Sour, actually.” 

“Oh she’s a whiskey girl?” He grinned. 

“You know it.” She responded. 

He flagged down the bartender, giving Y/N a show of his large biceps up close and personal. “Yeah, I’ll take another Busch Light and my girl here will take a Whiskey Sour.” He said the last part so casually that Y/N had to do a double-take. And then her face began burning.

She both wished that Alice was with her in that moment and also wished for the other redhead to stay as far away as possible. Wished that she was there so that she could have her best friend there to give facial reactions to, but also wanted her nowhere near so that she could have this man and his attention all to herself. Even if she knew that her best friend’s type and her own were almost polar opposites of each other. 

But the words ‘my girl’ sounded a little too good coming from this man’s mouth for her not to want to squeal and kick her feet. Maybe her plan wouldn’t be too hard to go through with after all. 

“So, first a dog owner and now a whiskey drinker. Anything else shocking I should know about?” Cam asked, turning his body to face her. His words had been a bit on the flirty side, but his face showed a genuine interest. 

“I know basically nothing about hockey.” That sentence really caught his attention. 

“Are you kidding? But- You just- You were just at a hockey game. Y/N, you have to be kidding me.” He leaned in closer, any closer, and she would be able to feel his breath on her cheeks. 

“Nope, I went to one game back home, but that’s about it, my family are more football people.” She leaned on the bar top in front of her, head in her hand, as she faced Cam. 

The red head just shook his head, his curls swinging a bit with the movement. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to change that, aren’t we.” It wasn’t a question. 

Y/N smiled at him, “I guess we will.” 

“Here you go.” The bartender interrupted and slid over two glasses of golden liquid their way. Cam took them both and slid one her way, his own already in his hand. 

Y/N watched as she picked up her own drink, as Cam’s hand gripped the glass in front of him. His long fingers reached around the whole thing to meet up with his thumb, exaggerating the large size of his hands. He brought the drink up to his mouth, and her mind went blank as the cold glass dripped water from its side and on to his throat. She watched the crystal bead make its way down his stubbled neck and down to the neck of his shirt, where it then disappeared, but Y/N’s mind filled in the blanks as it fell farther and farther down his chest…

Y/N coughed and took a sip of her own drink, looking away to chase the thoughts from her mind. This was not the time or place to be having these thoughts. She barely knew this man, but God did she want to. She could already see past the cocky attitude he tried to put on for her and those around him. His sweet demeanor with her dog had shown her everything that she needed to know about him. 

He brought the glass down to the counter and brought up the front of his shirt to wipe his face and neck. 

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Cam said after clearing his throat. 

“Please do.” Y/N said messing with her hair. 

“I know you’re too good to wait on me to do this, so I’ll just come out and say it.” 

Y/N’s heart dropped into her stomach. 

“What is it?” She asked. 

He grinned, “Go out with me?” 

“Huh?” 

“I want to go on a date with you, and I’m going to be honest, I can tell you do too.” He avoided her eyes, “I, uh, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the day we met. You’re hair was all wet but you looked like something out of a movie, its why I ran to that bus stop instead of just going back to my apartment. Sure you’re dog was cute but,” his shoulders shrugged and a sheepish sort of grin replaced the cockier one,

“You just looked too good to be true, and then when you talked to me… You had such a soft voice, it was… nice. I’m around a bunch of guys all day, and it becomes so loud and grating. But you were… soft and I liked that, still do, I, uh, yeah. I just knew that, I wanted to stay with you that day, but I had a stupid practice to go to. But now I know I want you to stick around.” 

She was right, he really was more than just a cocky hockey guy.

“You know, I actually started making this whole plan when I saw you again on that screen at the game. I had wanted to see you again after the park, but after the game… I know you had something I wanted to know more about, but I think you know that. But I knew that I wanted you.” She smiled at him, “So yes, I’ll go out with you.” 

Cam grinned at her, “Great, I know a great place down the street for Pizza, you ready to go?” He placed his hand on her thigh, thick fingers splayed as he gave a slight squeeze to the meat of it, the smile on his lips like something out of a Taylor Swift song. 

“Right now?” 

“Yeah, I’m starving, and you don’t look like you really want to be sticking around this place.” Cam offered. 

“Ok, just let me tell Alice.” Y/N looked around the room for a moment before giving up looking for the shorter girl. She pulled out her phone to see a message from Alice already waiting for her. 

‘Follow the sparks girlie, I’ve already got an Uber home, have fun ;)’ 

“Never mind. I’ll drive.” 

[sorcererofsolitude]

Ever since Wednesday solved the mystery of her stalker, she'd begun to get stir-crazy. Her mind craved a new project, something to channel her wits and rage into.

Bianca made the mistake of introducing Wednesday to Minecraft, taking advantage of her begrudging but ever-advancing embrace of modern technology.

She created a monster.

Wednesday's main world consisted of a painstakingly constructed city meant to torture villagers with the simulated monotony of a 9-5 office job in an urban dystopia, of which she was the supreme ruler.

Her home was a large turreted castle in the ice biome with a sprawling back yard for her over 100 pet polar bears.

Everything in her castle is either black, white, or grey, save for the pink potted tulip she kept near her bed in honor of a certain someone.

Saturday was game night on the Nevermore Minecraft server. It devolved into chaos ever since Wednesday joined.

Gone were the days of peaceful cooperation. Not on her watch. Instead, Wednesday had taken to ruthlessly hunting other players and using TNT to blow their structures to the shit house.

Bianca: God dammit, Wednesday! Stop griefing my iron farm!

Wednesday: Your rebellion is at an end. The means of production will be seized, and you'll all be sent to work in the mines.

Ajax: You can't just rule over the server!

Wednesday, smirking darkly: I am your god now.

Enid, sighing: ...Wednesday? What the fuck are you doing?

Wednesday: Ah, Enid! Come join me in my conquest, I will make you queen of these lands.

Enid: Care to explain why I got a text from Bianca saying I need to 'reign in my tiny terror'?

Wednesday: ...political pressure.

AO3: SorcererOfSolitude

[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daughter

Chapter III

The sun is up when we stand in formation the next day while Captain Fitzgibbons reads from the death roll. The courtyard is hollowed in almost deadly silence.

We’re all in our assigned uniforms for first years with our patches added and while some of us look like they got a decent amount of sleep last night, I didn`t and I feel like I am ready to be send to Malek. But my mind was running on high speed and I was way too paranoid to sleep, ready for the (mostly im)possible scenario someone might try to pull some shit at night, even though it would be against the Codex. Violet next to me looks like she struggles but is keeping her head high. She is strong which makes me proud.

“We command their souls to Malek.” Oh, we were at the end already.

“Hopefully you all ate breakfast, because you`re not going to get another chance before lunch” Dain says, “and I hope at least one of you first years has the academic schedule remembered.”

“And if we’re not?” someone behind us says. Is he dumb?

“Then I don`t have to be concerned with forgetting your name” Aetos shrugs. Well.

“Sawyer” he looks to the left at a first year. Ah, Sawyer Henrick, the freckled guy that repeats the first year because he didn`t bond during Threshing last year. It takes some balls to do this shit again, he has my full respect.

“I`ll get them there” he answers and turns to the nine of us first years. “Fourth floor, second room on the left in the academic wing. Get your shit and don`t be fucking late” he shouts and heads off to the dormitory.

“This must be shit, doing this again” Rhiannon states.

“Better than being dead” the guy from before claims as he walks on my right side. I think his name is Ridoc but I am not sure. I look around, not saying anything and make my way to the dorms, not noticing that Violet isn't by my side anymore. In her place walks Rhiannon. “Where-“ “Dain” she says before I can ask. Damn Aetos, so much for being subtle.

We`re off to grab our (and Violets) stuff and head over to the academic wing for history, which is going to be boring for both Violet and myself. Violet was trained to be a scribe, so she knows it all, and I had to study everything anyways, order from my father.

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“Welcome to your first Battle Brief” Professor Devera greets us. This will be the only class we`ll have every day.

She takes her time to scan the rows of first years, looking at every cadet she sees, while the second and third years are scattered behind us.

At first, she makes eye contact with Violet next to me and gives her a small smile and nod but when her eyes find mine, she tenses and stops. For around three second it`s quiet, then she nods and continues. Rolling my eyes, I look to the left at Violet, seeing a concerned frown adorning her face. I send her a reassuring smile and turn back to the front where Professor Markham stands. He looks at Violet with disappointment, not because of her personally but the lost chances with that great brain of hers. She would have been an excellent scribe.

His gaze sways over to my side and just like with Panchek, his face pales instantly and fear strikes his facial features, not because of me but the one I share my last name with. Letting out a frustrated sigh I switch my focus on my quill, distracting myself before I start to scream out of annoyance. For fucks sake, I am NOT my father. Why is everyone acting like he rules the fucking continent?

“First topic of the day,” Devera moves to the map “the Eastern Wing experienced an attack last night near the village of Chakir by a drift of Braevi gryphons and their riders.” Oh damn. I sit straighter and focus on the map. Good thing when you have an excellent working memory – you can focus more on the front, less on your notes.

She gives further information and I take it all in. It’s bad enough that dragons aren`t the only animals capable of channeling powers to their riders. But the dragons are the only ones of powering the wards that makes other power impossible within these wards. They make sure we aren`t fucked up by the gryphons and their riders.

“…What questions would you ask? Only answers from first years for the start.”

Okay first of all, why the fuck are the wards faltering and more importantly what caused them to falter in such an unlikely place? They would never answer that question because none of us is authorized in that matter.

The second question would be, why they would choose this place for an attack? The Esben Mountain Range is the highest on the eastern border and the gryphons don`t go really well with altitudes like this. Furrowing my eyebrows, I try to find a pattern in the latest attacks. It doesn`t make any sense. But maybe … maybe they were searching for something.

“Did you want to ask a question?” Devera asks Pryor, a first year in our squad, who doesn`t really knows if he should raise his hand or not.

“Yes” he nods. Then – “No. Never mind.”

“So decisive” Luca, another first year from our squad, mocks him. Aurelie tries to ease the tension but Luca is not done with her teasing.

“No dragon is bonding to a guy who can`t even decide if he wants to ask a question. And have you seen –“ I scoff loudly, rolling my eyes at her demeanor to finally bring an end to this shit, which makes her turn around in her seat a row in front of me. If some of them are already kind of terrified with my face here, why not use it?

Her eyes meet mine and she realizes who interrupted her. She quickly turns back to the map without saying anything anymore.

I hear Violet and Rhiannon whisper to each other but don`t understand anything.

“What altitude is the village at?” Rhiannon finally asks. Oh, that`s a good question, matches with mine I had in my head. It`s Professor Markham who answers, surprised by it. “A little less than ten thousand feet, why?”

“It seems a little high for an attack with gryphons.” Good safe, because now I just realized that the question came from Violet. Smartass.

“… to ask your own questions, Cadet Sorrengail.” Shit, I need to start listening and try not to zone out all the time. Seems like the girl next to me has now all the attention on her. Great job, Vi.

Violet goes on about how this altitude is way too high for gryphons and their ability to channel. Looks like a thought crosses her genius brain as her next question is based on Devera’s information that the squad of riders took an hour to arrive.

“Then they were already on their way” she says. And while I can see what she is talking about – the rest of the first years decide to judge instead of thinking, some of them start to laugh.

“Yeah, because that makes sense” a blonde guy turns around in his seat to laugh directly in her face. Jack fucking Barlowe, the asshole that threw a candidate down the Parapet tried to kill Violet and still has it out for her.

“General Melgren knows the outcome of a battle before it happens, but even he doesn`t know when it will happen, dumbass. Am I right, Melgren Junior?” His eyes find mine when an evil smirk finds its way onto his face. Don`t fucking tempt me, asshole. I am not interested in a conversation with you.

My lack of response seems to annoy him because he tries it again. “I said, am I righ-“

“There is no need to repeat yourself. I ignored you just fine the first time.”

Stunned silence from Barlowe, startled gasps from other cadets, choked laughter from Ridoc. “Oh shit, that was good, Arya!” he laughs next to me and clasps his hand on my shoulder. Yeah no, I don`t think so Ridoc. I should try to keep my mouth shut with that one before I'll regret it.

Violet ignores my remark and continues with her theory and it seems like she is right, because Devera and Markham both look proud and with a knowing smile on their face. “Because they somehow knew the wards were breaking” she finishes.

“That`s the most-“Jack argues. Does he ever know when to stop?! “She`s right.” HA! I have a proud grin on my face, I love her brain!

“Cadet Melgren” I am called by Devera. Startled I raise my head, brow hitting my hairline.

“What would you ask in aspect of the attack?” she asks me. For a moment I study the map again, trying to sort my thoughts.

“What were they looking for and most importantly, did they find it?”

A slow smile spreads over Deveras face and even Markham looks intrigued by my question. “What makes you think they were out looking for something?”

“Well, it just makes sense they searched for something. Like Cadet Sorrengail said, the attack took action at the most illogical place for a drift of gryphons.” I pause, bringing my thoughts into formation. “The wards failing was not a coincidence and even though it seems like they were just passing by, they weren`t. They somehow knew the wards would falter in that specific moment. But whatever they were looking for, it must have been really important if they risk their drift to attack this high up in the mountains.” I finish.

I can hear Ridoc next to me cheering quietly in his seat. And while the first and some of the second years don’t think that far yet, I am pretty sure some of the third years had a similar question in mind, because I hear approving whispers behind me. Years of learning and studying are finally paying off.

“Just like your father. Always thinking ahead and seeing the important aspects. Good job, Melgren.” Everyone else would see it as a compliment but … 

I hate it, with all my heart, because I desperately want to be everything but like my father. Violet takes my hand, knowing how much I hate to be compared to the General.

[blingblong55]

TV Crush -141

Based on a request:

This is my first time sending a concept of mine so I apologise if my concept is absoulute dog shit So I'm from Ireland and rugby is extremely popular here and when I watch it me and my mom are really rowdy and we just flatout simp for some of the men so I can imagine a female reader at the TF141 base in the lounge just watching a rugby match and absolutely gawking over one of the players and soap joins in after being curious as to what the reader was doing and then the rest of the task force walk in the room to just the reader and soap absolutely drooling over the players😭 (Have a good day or night💋🎀)

F!Reader, platonic!relationship

Normal day at the base, you sit by the television, the common room has the best channels, especially your personal favourite, Sky Sports. The men at the base use it mainly for football, mainly Ghost and Price but you recently started to use it for Rugby. The sport is quite intriguing, fun and easy to follow along. And, as your weekly favourite match began, Soap rushed to the sofa with you. "Think they'll do the montage?" he asks you and you nod. "If they don't I'm sure, we'll see a fan-made one somewhere."

As the match went on, you gushed over George Ford and his beauty as well as how amazing he did in this match. Soap chuckled anytime you blushed or giggled at the camera angles the channel gave you. "holy fuck that man- Soap! Oh my...look at the- ah...dude...the fucking- oh my!" you kept hitting his arm and he laughed. "I mean, personally I think Anthony Watson is much better looking." You nod, "I mean he is hot- Soap...look at the way he looks at the other team!" you blush and he shakes his head. "And to think he is married- ow what was that for!" he says as he rubs his arm. "Don't you dare break my fangirl moment right now." A promise to another punch if he dares break your heart.

As you two argue and gush over the men, Gaz calls Price in. "Wouldn't surprise me if they were-" That's when he hears you and Soap giggle like school girls. "Never mind." price says and then Ghost walks in. "They're doing it again?" he asks the other two men who just nod.

"If he asked for it, I'd lick the sweat off him," you comment to which Soap playfully hits your arm. "Same but you're nasty out loud, lass." The three men just watch in amusement as Soap and you cheer for when the attractive men of the teams come on screen and boo when they aren't on screen. "One of these days we'll have to put them on leashes or they'll bite any man that resembles any of those lads." Gaz comments and Price, like a tired father nods. "They'll end up getting us in trouble if we don't control them."

"Agree with that." Ghost comments. After the match, you and Soap do the usual social media scan, looking for any of the thirst traps any other fan has made. But in the middle of the weekly blushing and thirst comments said out loud, you and he ended up thirsting over the much older but still attractive, older men in the acting industry. "I don't condone cheating but if he wanted to have fun for a night with me before going back to his wife, I'd give him a pass." A comment to which Soap nods, "Honestly if I were to be with this exquisite piece of art, I'd brag every minute of the day." You hum in agreement.

"They'll be the downfall of this task force." Price says before passing out a cloud of smoke. "Aye, but at least it gives us three hours to ourselves." Ghost comments. "Anyway, you lads want to head to the mess hall." Gaz offers and both men nod, to which they all leave the room. "Fuck do I need an older man inside of me." you sigh out and Soap pats your shoulder, "One day my friend."

A/N: I have no idea where this is headed...

[tiramisusbakery]

The Auction pt. 2

Summary: Can be found in The Auction pt. 1, here

#BLACKOC #jjk #Gojosatoru #Gojo #GetoSuguru #Geto #NSFW #MHAOC

Warnings: NSFW, Teens in adult situations (what else is new in jjk tbh), violence, cursing, underage alcohol consumption

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“Shit. Shit. Shit” 

Geto fumbled with the lighter in his cupped palm, trying and failing to light the cigarette that stuck out of his mouth. The breeze kept putting out his flame before it could catch.

"Need some help?"

The back door of the building swung shut as Gojo stepped into the alley, his back hunched against the cold.

"Fuck. Ah, yeah, if you could."

Geto sparked the weak lighter, and Gojo held up two fingers, a small red bulb of light appearing as if from nothing and hovering at the tips. The sparks of the lighter caught the dollop of cursed energy, and the fire jumped to his technique, turning the pulse into a tiny ball of fire.

Geto propped the end of his cigarette up against the little blazing orb and dragged a few times, puffing until a plume of smoke finally wafted from the other end. He exhaled in relief.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah. You know, I thought you kicked that habit.”

Geto shrugged, clenching the stick between his teeth as he dutifully rolled up his sleeves. 

“I didn’t.”

“Do you have any idea what those do to your body?” Gojo grimaced. “I’m watching it give you cancer right now, Suguru.”

“Can’t be any worse than those fuckin’ curses I have to eat,” He toked, threw his head back, and exhaled the murky smoke, watching it curl into the sky.

He cut his eyes at Gojo. 

“Or did you forget?”

Gojo took pause. Geto was getting kind of cagey. He decided to switch the subject, although the next one he had in mind wasn’t exactly soothing. 

“So…what did Raven say to you in there?”

“That you two fucked.” Geto’s dark eyes landed on Gojo’s wide, blue ones.

“I- w-well-, um, we-”

“How does this keep happening, Gojo? Why do you always end up exactly where you're not supposed to be?"

"...'Scuse me?"

"The only reason I know where you go in the middle of the night is because I followed you. The only reason you haven’t gotten caught is because I've been the one stuffing your bed. You don't tell me anything anymore. Are we friends or not?"

"Well you sure as hell aren't acting like a friend right now," Gojo pushed away from the wall and stalked closer, his own eyes burning holes into Geto's black ones. "How was I supposed to know you'd end up falling in love with the girl I paid for some pussy? And did I tell you to come looking for me?"

"You don't tell someone that, Satoru, you just do. You know what? Every time I turn around, you’re trying to justify being a fucking asshole, and I’m trying to stop you from being one. I work and WORK to keep you out of trouble, and you laze around being the ‘strongest’ until it's time to blast someone with a gravity orb or some shit, and then the day is saved. I am so fucking tired of trying to reign you in that it hurts.”

"Then don’t. I'm not your little brother, or your kid. If I want to go somewhere, I do, and if I want to fuck someone, I will."

Geto raised a brow, pursing his lips around the cigarette with a ferocity that made his jaw pop beneath his skin. He blew the smoke harshly from between his teeth, and it made him look like he was channeling the dragon he was known to summon during fights.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dickhead?”

“That means I didn’t do shit TO YOU!” Gojo spat, finally coming face to face with Geto, “But i’ll tell you what I did do- to Raven.”

Geto rocked forward, bringing himself up off of the wall, and closed the narrow distance between himself and his white haired assailant. His cigarette fogged Gojo’s glasses, but he kept his hands balled up in his pockets to stop himself from knocking his best friend out.

“Go ahead,” he challenged, “What did you do?”

“I fucked the shit out of her.” Gojo removed his glasses, folded them neatly, and tucked them into his blazer pocket. “For hours. Angie didn’t want me to stop.”

“Angie?” Geto gaped. His cigarette dropped from his mouth and fell to the pavement in an arch of ash.

“Oh-ho, don’t tell me she didn’t tell you her name?” Satoru’s blue eyes flashed like ice, his smile growing like that of a Cheshire cat.

“Well, she didn’t tell me, so don’t worry. Her sensei did, when I fucked them both. Same time. Poor girl asked me to be gentle, but before long I was fucking her into the mattress. So, I guess it's safe to say…” He ran his tongue along his teeth, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He watched Geto’s face darken dangerously.

“I wasn’t.”

Crack!

The impact of Geto’s knuckles against Gojo’s jaw caught him by surprise, and he realized that somewhere along the line he’d accidentally dropped his infinity.

Damn booze!

Geto grabbed the sleeve of his counterpart’s jacket and slammed him into the brick wall, his teeth bared like a rabid animal. 

“Gah!” Gojo’s head reverberated like a bell.

Gojo came to his senses as the dark haired boy went in for a second jab to his face. Ducking away from the swing and countering with his own, his fist connected with Geto’s abdomen in a streak of blue. He sent a shock of cursed energy to his knuckles, repelling Geto’s torso and doubling the impact of the punch. Geto yelled in surprise, and staggered backward into a figure that had stood watching them at the door. 

Takete caught the boy easily, and held him back from lunging himself again at Gojo.

“Boys, something wrong? We can hear you inside-” Takete made eye contact with Gojo.

“It’s you?” He smirked, “How do we keep finding each other like this, kid?”

Gojo blinked, shook his head, and blinked again, trying to clear his vision.

“Uh, yeah. Hey Mr. shark man”

“Good guess. Takete. You need some help out here?”

Geto wrenched himself away from the man. 

“Who the hell are you? More buddies you didn’t tell me about, Gojo?” He spat at the street. “You’re so fucking useless.”

“Well, in the spirit of me being useful,” Gojo wiped his mouth with one hand, the other in his breast pocket. “Let me tell you what I was gonna say all along, you fucking psycho.”

He withdrew his hand from his pocket, and held up the coin he’d found at his chair.

“I wasn’t gonna play, but since you’re so hell bent on calling me a selfish idiot, maybe I will. And I’m gonna show you what it means to get whatever the fuck I want, whether youre here to see it or not.” His eyes twinkled as his smile took on a mischievous curl.

Geto’s face was lined with fury, but Gojo didn’t care about Geto’s feelings anymore. He was having far too much fun. 

“So,” He continued, his voice echoing off of the walls of the alley,  “you better hope to God that this one’s a dud, but I have to say, I’m feeling lucky."

He kissed the coin and replaced it, his white hair catching the wind and making him look wild.

Geto loosened his tie, and slid off his volcanic beads with a calmness that would have chilled winter itself. "Gojo, you don't want to make me into your enemy. If you apologize, we can talk about this."

Gojo threw his head back and howled in laughter.

"There's nothing to talk about." He beamed. 

"You know what the best part about being 'fuck you' rich is, boy scout? Its being able to say FUCK YOU!”

Geto nearly tore his jacket trying to remove it as he geared up for round two, but Takete laid an enormous hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not worth it, champ, he’s drunk.”

Geto stared incredulously into the man’s face before shrugging him off to adjust his jacket and collar.

“Move.”

He shoved the man aside with his shoulder as he ducked back into the venue. Takete chuckled, almost reminiscent at the scene.

“You pair are feisty. I see that as an asset. There’s a lot going on tonight, but if you want to talk initiation, let me know.” He winked at the oversized teen before letting the door swing shut.

~~~~~

Geto sank into his velvet chair gracelessly, his face stormy with disgust. With himself? with Gojo? He had no idea. 

The mingling of the crowd below his box had begun to slow; the lights darkened and the chatter died. He knew the show would be starting soon.

Movement and white hair across the darkening theater caught his attention, and he watched as Gojo slid into a box of his own, his posture hunched and his shoulders square. When he sat, their eyes caught across the room. Gojo’s blue gaze was blank and cool- and most of all, unreadable. Geto knew his own looked the same; the daggers in his eyes likely would have been deadly had they been real.

You better hope this one’s a dud, but I’m feeling lucky. 

Gojo averted his gaze, and Geto watched him close his palm around the coin and shove it in his pocket.

He’s so damn sure he’s gonna win. God, fuck him.

Checking over his shoulder, Geto withdrew an enormous wallet from his pocket, the bills inside spreading the patent leather so far that it could hardly fold. The colorful bills inside, stacked with the money he’d been saving on his own, would have to be enough. He exhaled, pinching his nose to ward off the headache that had begun to take hold.

“Hate to say this, but thank you Shark Man,” he muttered under his breath as he pocketed the wallet once more. 

“You did end up helping. More than you know.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Geto struggled the whole night to think of anything but Raven, or rather…Angie. He felt defeat in every cell of his body as he watched the performances come and go in an endless daze. 

He only snapped in and out of focus long enough to bring his hands together at the end of every set, and join in on the enthusiastic applause that would intermittently wash over the room at the truly great displays. Here and there, he’d cut his eyes across the room to the balcony at which a shock of white hair reminded him of the events that transpired just a few hours before.

And every time, he swore that the boy had been looking his way too.

~~~~~~~~~~

Gojo clutched the coin in a white knuckled grip, his jovial spirit from the alleyway since replaced with a broiling rage. 

He peered across the theater as the dark haired boy postured in his chair, nodding thoughtfully, waving away champagne, and surveilling the stage intently as if forming a philosophy about the way the floorboards looked in the spotlight. 

Gojo had sobered- especially after the first few courses of lobster and Wagyu steak had hit his stomach, spaced out by the delicious Yubari King melon palette cleansers- and he’d finally come to his senses about what’d transpired just hours earlier.

Tipping his lenses, he opened his hand, palm up, to check the coin.

Melting, but not yet ready to view. 

Damn, how long was this going to take?

~~~~~~~~~

Geto checked his coin. The grooves around the edge had turned transparent, the inky center slowly following suit. Somewhere inside him, something whispered to him that he’d been tricked- that this was no Bidder’s Coin, in fact, it was a loser’s coin, just for him. He stuffed that part of him deep, suffocated it with all of the faith he could muster for Angie. She hadn’t brought him all this way just to lead him on. Right?

Right. 

He placed the coin back into the palm of his hand and squeezed, hoping that if the coin were anything like him, the pressure would make it break down faster. As he did so, his eyes dipped into the crowd pooled beneath his box as they watched the next display.

Somewhere in the crowd were two more coins. He thought, bitterly. And whoever they are, I will beat them, like nothing more than a curse beneath my feet.

Finally, Geto watched as a man with a slicked ponytail, accented with shaved sides, came onto the stage. His tuxedo was sharp, although it looked as if he'd bought it at the beginning of the Shōwa era.

The man waited for the crowd to notice his presence, standing silently with his hands behind his back until they naturally lowered their voices and gave him center stage.

"Now, I know that this has been an exciting night for people in our industry." His eyes crinkled as he smiled. "I truly hope that these amazing performances have enriched you all." 

He cast his eyes down into the darkened theater, as if searching for the no doubt anticipatory faces of his companions.

"I would like to take this time to thank our donors by name…"

Come on, get on with it.

Gojo removed his glasses and massaged his eyes, trying to dislodge the frustration that had begun to take hold. The coin was in his hand, finally melted by his body heat, but the host had purposely lowered the lights to near blackness so that no one could see what their results were. 

A hand slid across his back, over his shoulder, and down to the left breast of his blazer; he felt lips on his right ear.

"Tira…" he murmured, his eyes popping open, but not daring to look.

The lips pressed to the shell of his ear.

"It's me." He could hear the smile in her voice. The air off of her lips made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"The moment has come, little prince. Have you chosen destiny or will you follow fate?"

"I don't know what that means."

"You will," her stiletto nails slowly, deliberately, raked his hair from the nape of his neck to the crown of his head before tangling and guiding him into a kiss.

He fell into her, wondering somewhere far away in his mind if anyone could see them in the dark. Yet, with her this close to him in public, the taboo escaped him; it barely registered to him that anything existed outside of her scent, and her lips.

It was sloppy and quick, but it was all he needed. He sighed into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed. 

"I'm spending all my money on Angie tonight, aren't I?"

She giggled, and he felt a tent begin to grow in his tailored pants.

"She worked hard on this, so please try to enjoy the show while you do. I'm retiring for the night. Sayōnara."

And as if she'd been a dream, she withdrew from his senses before her departure could even register on his dulled brain.

“At last, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.” The announcer threw up his hands as if conducting a vast orchestra, “We see who will be bidding to take home tonight’s gorgeous Black Swan. Lift the lights, and let us see the results of the Black Coin Ball!!!”

The lights lifted in the opera house and everyone’s arms shot into the air as they held their coin to the light.

Gojo paled. He’d already known, but somehow seeing the clover made it more real. He snapped his head to the open crowd, immediately searching for his friend’s expression across the room as his heart hammered against his ribcage. 

No, no, no.

He waited for his friend to address him, his mind racing to navigate the catastrophe that was surely about to take place.

Gojo watched as Geto opened his hand, extended his arm, and looked into his coin. After a beat the boy’s narrow, onyx eyes slid to his own, and he knew.

The Bidder’s coins had found them.

~~~~~~~ 

Above the boys, in the grandest box seats the theatre had to offer, a large, leathery fist clutched the third bidder’s coin; it was so small in the man’s calloused hand that it resembled a lima bean in the fist of a giant.

Takete, revered kingpin of Japan's most formidable mob to date, the Dragons, smiled down into the small, plump face of his wife Michi as she gazed out into the audience. The room fell into pandemonium as everyone checked their neighbor for the coveted coins.

“Have we won, my dear?” She purred, her shiny red lips parting on the smoke of her tapered cigarette stick.

“We have. It’s a shame I can’t seem to find my wallet.”

“It’ll turn up.” She replied, placing a red taloned hand on his broad lap. “The boys are using their quirks to find it now. Here’s hoping that whoever took it had a damn good reason.”

Below them, the long-lapelled man addressed the crowd once more.

“Excellent. And now, may our bidders ring their bells!” The announcer eyed the room expectantly.

Ding.

Takete’s gaze found the white haired boy. Gojo, was it?

Ding.

He slid his attention to the dark haired boy that he’d found fighting Gojo in the alley. His surprise was so palpable that his wife felt it through touch. She faced him head on, her face a question.

“Do you know them?” 

He tossed her a mischievous smile as he raised his own hand and rang the third bell.

Ding!

The boys’ head’s shot up in unison to see him grin, his sharp teeth even visible from that far below. He addressed them in turn, realizing that he’d been roped into a much bigger scheme than he’d first expected when he’d waltzed into the theater.

“What have you got planned, Tira?” Takete had asked of his favorite concubine only weeks prior.

“Nothing much, just love and war.” 

She’d smirked at him from across the table, the party of Dragons that accompanied him paying them little attention as they were entertained by the other attractions of the club.

“All I need you to do is hold a coin and keep a promise.”

“What promise?”

“The one you made to Raven- that you would let her take her trips around the sun undeterred.”

It became immediately clear where his wallet had gone; if he’d learned anything about Gojo, it was that he could back himself up. But what about his friend?

He winked at the dark haired boy, and the kid balked, averting his gaze.

“May you win the night, young man” he toasted the boy.

Because you’ll soon learn that my loans are repaid in blood.

“Please remember, fellow patrons, that even if you have not won the chance to bid for the girl, that any number of women that you’ve seen tonight are up for the taking. We also encourage gambling, as we watch our bidders take on the challenge of securing our most exquisite prize.”

~~~~

So they get to bet on us? Gojo wondered. Interesting. I'll have to get in on that….if anyone will take my bet, that is.

His eyes flickered to Geto's slumped figure, eyeing Takate in his box. Gojo looked up into the box himself, the man toasting his friend. 

Ugh. Not while he's in the ring.

Unless…

"Fate finds those who choose no destiny. Fine, Tira. I'll bite."

~~~~

A gleam came to the announcer's eye for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued.

“However, there will be no cheering, sneering, choking, fighting, or killing, as the performance is taking place, please.” 

Chatter enveloped the room, and white betting cards began to fly to and fro, waiters rushing to collect them from the rabid crowd. Every now and then, to the boys’ distress, the sea of onlookers glanced up at the balconies where the bidders sat, the undecided checking them out to see who looked like a winner.

“And now,”

The spotlight snapped into place at center stage.

“Let the games begin!”

The theater dropped to black, and bright white letters were projected onto the closed

curtain:

INTERMISSION

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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Caught Red-Handed

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Doesn't Van ever think about knocking?

Friends to lovers // eventual smut // I have a Sam version of this story on my Wattpad too xxx

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You'd been friends with Van for years, right back when the notion of recording platinum-selling albums and touring the world was just a dream. He was that friend who you could talk to if you had a problem. He never judged you and he always had your back. He was the one person you could call on if you needed anything. So when you'd had a huge bust up with your friend and house-mate and he asked you to move into his house in Chester you didn't think twice. Larry had moved out just months before and there was Van, rattling around in the house all by himself. He'd never been any good with just his own company… and you were of no fixed abode. It was the perfect solution. There was just one small problem...

The past few months you'd started to see Van in a different light. His striking ocean eyes captivated you like they never had done before. The feel of his body pressed up next to yours when he greeted you with a hug made your heart race. And seeing him with his female fans fawning all over him just set off a sharp sting of jealousy which you had no business feeling.

Now here you were on a Sunday night, lounging on the sofa watching TV and feasting on takeaway pizza, trying not to react to the fact that your pulse had started to quicken the moment Van took his seat next to you, barely leaving a gap between your two bodies.

"Give us another slice of yours," he says, not waiting for your consent but reaching over into the cardboard box on your lap.

"No way!" You protest, slapping at his intruding hand and then snatching the box away out of his reach. "You've already had two slices you greedy git!"

"Come on, yours is well nice," he pleads. "I'll swap ya."

"Ughhh not a chance. It's not my fault you ordered the worst pizza on the menu. I mean who has pineapple on pizza anyway?" You wrinkle up your nose in disgust.

"Well, I'll just have to take control of this then if we're not sharing!" Van announces, grabbing for the remote control and switching channels.

You groan as Match of the Day fills the TV screen. You hate football and Van knows it. He's obviously just trying to wind you up and it's working.

"Hey that's not fair, it's my turn to choose what we watch tonight. Spider-Man's on in ten minutes and I wanna see it."

"Do you really wanna see the film, or just perv over Tom Holland, eh?" Van chuckles, holding the remote control higher as you swipe for it. "Ah that's it, isn't it? Ooh Tom, Tom! You're so sexy!"

He mimics you in a silly girly voice, throwing his head back and laughing as you narrow your eyes at him. God he's bloody infuriating sometimes, like a big kid.

"Shut up and pass it here!" You whine, setting your pizza box down on the empty seat next to you so you can reach up to grab the remote.

It's no use though, he passes it over to his other hand and stretches right out so there's no chance of you getting it from your current position.

"If you can get it you can watch what you like," he taunts. "And if you don't I get the rest of your pizza!"

You rise up out of your seat, leaning right over him, one hand on the back of the sofa near his head, the other reaching over as far as you can, fingers straining.

"You're so bloody annoying!" You complain, kneeling on the seat next to him so you can reach even further.

He just laughs with the widest shit-eating grin plastered across his face, riling you up further. You're almost there, your fingers practically touching the remote, just an inch further and it'll be yours…

And then your foot slips out from under you and you find yourself sprawling forwards, toppling right over into his lap. You're practically straddling him, your chest thrust right in his face.

"Woah! If you want my body you've only got to ask!" Van jokes, his whole face creasing into laughter at your obvious embarrassment as you scramble up on to your feet, your cheeks glowing.

You'd normally laugh it off, come back at Van with some cutting remark, but for once you're lost for words, a combination of your self-consciousness and the fact that being so close to Van has made your body react in all sorts of inappropriate ways.

You have an urge to get away now you're on your feet, putting your head down and heading for the door, mumbling something about not feeling too good.

Van springs to his feet immediately, catching hold of your arm just as you're about to exit the room, gently bringing you to a stop.

"What's up? I've not really pissed you off have I? I was only joking you know. We can watch whatever you like... Y/N? Are you alright?"

You've no choice but to turn and face him, your awkwardness increasing. You just hope you sound convincing.

"I'm okay, it's not you... I've just... come over feeling a bit funny... a bit sick. I think I'm just gonna go and lie down upstairs for a bit..."

Van's face falls with obvious disappointment and then creases with concern. "Hope you're okay..."

You pull away, saying you'll be fine, hurriedly rushing up the stairs and into your bedroom, pushing the door closed behind you and flopping down on to the bed, frustrated.

This has got to stop. You've known Van for so long he should be more like a brother to you. If anything happened it would just make things weird. Not that he's probably remotely interested in you at all romantically or sexually. The trouble is, now you've started to see him that way you can't get the thoughts out of your head. There's no way you're going back downstairs now to torture yourself all the more.

You sigh, resolving that you may as well just call it a night and try and get some sleep. You get undressed and shimmy into the little silk slip that you sleep in. It's far too hot to get under the covers so you lie on top, closing your eyes and trying to clear your mind, hoping that sleep claims you soon.

It's useless. Images of Van scroll through your head ceaselessly. His disarming smile... his stunning blue-green eyes... that cheeky way he looks at you, waiting for a reaction when he's winding you up...

It starts out innocent enough, but then your mind really starts to wander. You recall a morning last week when you'd bumped into Van in the hallway when he'd just stepped out of the shower dressed in nothing but a towel, his pale skin still flushed from the warm spray. Imagine if his towel had slipped...

Warmth floods your body at the thought and you squirm on the bed, pressing your thighs together.

Think about something else Y/N, for fucks sake...

Your thoughts drift to yesterday afternoon. Van was messing around with lyrics for a new song he was writing and he wanted your views on them. A smile springs on to your lips, you love the fact that he values your opinion so much.

This is a safe topic to think of. You picture the scene from yesterday. Van was sitting on the sofa in front of the window, strumming away, his eyes screwed shut whilst he sang, completely lost in the music. You'd been grateful for that so you could watch him uninhibited. The sun was low in the sky and it was streaming through the window, bathing him in a soft golden glow. God he'd looked gorgeous.

You'd been focussing on his hands, his long, slender fingers flying up and down the frets, expertly picking out the notes. His hands...

Oh god.... here you go again. You must admit you've become quite obsessed with his hands recently. His fingers are just so... long...

Just imagine...

Fuck... now your mind's really working overtime but this time you don't try and divert it. It's been months since you've been intimate with anyone after your prick of an ex dumped you, and he treated you that badly you've not felt sexy at all since... until now. Why not just enjoy the feeling? It's only a fantasy anyway.

Eyes still screwed shut, you hitch up your silky slip around your hips, spreading your legs apart. You start to touch yourself over your underwear, imagining it's Van's fingers instead of your own. That's when you realise exactly how turned on you are. In no time your heart's racing and your breathing heavy as you writhe on the bed. Your panties feel damp to touch as you curl your fingers around the edge of the lace and move them aside.

You start to caress yourself, dipping one finger inside you to gather the slickness of your arousal, then spread it upwards over your clit, moving in tight circles.

God that feels good. You tip your head back on the pillow and spread your legs even wider, moving your hips in time with your caresses, little whimpers of pleasure escaping your lips. All the time you're thinking about Van and imagining his hands on you, that familiar tightening feeling building in your core.

What you don't realise is that you have an audience. Van came upstairs a few moments ago to check on you, worrying about you feeling poorly.

He didn't knock. He didn't even think. Now he wishes he had... or maybe not...

He knows what he should do. Back slowly and quietly out of the room, pretend he's not seen you, then carry on pretending he's not seen you. But he can't. He's transfixed. He doesn't think he's ever seen a sexier sight in all his life than you pleasuring yourself. Hair spread wantonly over the pillow, brows furrowed a little, your mouth a perfect O shape. Your body's rising and falling with your deep breaths, your fingers gliding over your slick skin. Christ, those little moans that you're making. He can feel his dick stiffening, pressing uncomfortably on his jeans. And then...

"Oh Van..."

What the fuck?

The shock suddenly snaps Van out of his trance and he steps back quickly, kicking the door as he does, alerting you to his presence.

What the fuck?

Your eyes snap open in a heartbeat and you sit bolt upright, confused for a second until you see Van lingering in the doorway, a stricken look on his face. Did he see... everything? Did he hear his name?

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest and you grab for the duvet, horrified, wrapping it tightly around yourself.

"Jesus Van, haven't you ever heard of knocking?" You cry out, mortified, feeling the colour instantly drain from you in shock but then swiftly return with your humiliation, staining your cheeks scarlet.

Van appears to be speechless, his mouth opening and closing like he's a fish out of water. All the time he's shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Finally he manages to string together some stumbled words.

"I... I'm so sorry. I was... errr... worried about you... 'cause you said you felt sick. I was just... errr... coming up to check on ya."

"Yeah well I'm okay!" You say, your voice coming out high-pitched, your eyes darting around so you don't have to look directly at him.

"I can see that!" He blurts out.

You allow yourself to look at him now, and there's a moment where your eyes lock, and it's like there's a million things you both want to say but you can't find the words.

And then it passes. Van backs clean out of the room, still muttering his apologies, and you sit there in shock... absolutely mortified.

What now?

As soon as your eyes flicker open the next morning it all comes flooding back in a wave of red hot shame and humiliation. How the fuck are you supposed to face Van again after he's seen you in such a compromising position? And, even worse... did he hear you moaning his name? How the hell are you even going to look him in the eye if he knows you've been fantasising about him?

You hurriedly shower and dress and make your way downstairs to find that Van's already there, he's obviously rolled right out of bed and come straight down in the hunt for breakfast.

He stands in the kitchen in just a pair of trackie bottoms, no t-shirt, hair all mussed up and looking every bit as delectable as the full English he's frying up on the stove. Your mouth's watering and you're not sure whether it's the aroma of the bacon or the sight of him.

Your gazes lock as you enter the room and for an awkward moment you don't think anyone's going to speak, but then Van does, and it's an admirable attempt to make things seem normal but it just falls flat.

"Oh... morning love. Want some of this? There's plenty. I was gonna come and ask if you wanted some but..."

You thought you might disturb me finger-fucking myself on the bed?

Of course he doesn't say it but you're both thinking it. You can tell by the tiny hint of a smile that plays on his lips, the way he trails off, looking down, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Errr... no... thanks, I... errr... actually have... a meeting first thing. Thought I'd get to the office early, catch up on some stuff. I'm so busy at the moment. Honestly the emails... they never stop coming..."

Now you're babbling, and you have a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that what's happened will taint your easy-going friendship with Van. You really don't want a silly moment to ruin the precious bond you have. You panic, still mumbling about your heavy workload as you grab a banana out of the fruit bowl and make for the door.

You cringe all the way to work and by the time you get there you're in such a state over it that you vow to try and put the whole thing to the back of your mind or you'll just drive yourself crazy. Thankfully work is busy and you throw yourself into it, managing to completely switch off your whirring brain. In fact you almost forget all about it until your phone buzzes with a text notification mid-afternoon. It's Van.

Van: Hi hope you're ok. Me and Bondy are having a few drinks down the local tonight if you fancy it? x

Usually you wouldn't hesitate, especially if Bondy's down from Newcastle. You love seeing the guys, but you realise that you can't face it and you find yourself grudgingly typing a reply.

Sorry Van, I'm having a rough day and I'm tired already. Have fun and say hi to Bondy for me...

Van obviously does have fun as he's still not back home by the time your eyelids have grown heavy and you've taken yourself off to bed that evening. You can't sleep though, lying there on your back staring up at the ceiling, going through scenes in your head where you and Van sit down to discuss what happened like two sensible, mature adults. The only problem is every single scenario you dream up has the same outcome: Van sniggering like a naughty schoolboy and you ending up red-faced and flustered and even more embarrassed than you were beforehand.

You're still chasing sleep when you hear the key in the lock and heavy footsteps traipsing into the kitchen at gone midnight. You sit up in bed, wondering whether you should get up and speak to Van but then you hear a loud clattering noise, followed by some curse words and muted laughter. He's definitely drunk.

You sigh, sinking back down into bed, listening to Van clumsily banging around in the kitchen, then you hear his footsteps on the stairs. You even find yourself counting the steps, waiting for the moment he'll walk past your bedroom.

And then there's silence... He's stopped... right outside your bedroom door.

You can just make out his shadow in the tiny gap of light filtering under the door. He's standing right there! Your heart almost stops beating and you realise that you're holding your breath, waiting for a sound... his voice, maybe a knock, or maybe he won't knock... again. Maybe he's standing there imagining you like you were last night...

And then you hear him move away.

The rest of the week carries on in the same vein. You blatantly avoiding Van by way of feigning imaginary illnesses or tiredness and enduring awkward encounters in the kitchen that have you quickly scurrying away, and by the time Friday comes around you're running out of excuses.

You've had another exhaustingly long, hectic day at work and when you arrive home you breathe a sigh of relief when you stand quietly in the hallway, listening for any signs of life in the house and you hear none. Great... that means Van's more than likely out, so you've got the whole place to yourself. No sneaking around, no hiding away, you can just relax.

You kick off your shoes and make for the kitchen, on a mission to find the largest glass you can to fill with wine before heading upstairs for a long soak in a luxurious bubble bath. It sounds heavenly...

"Surprise!"

You practically jump out of your skin at the sight of Van in the kitchen as you push through the door. He's standing there holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, the widest grin on his face practically splitting it in two.

"What's all this?" You exclaim, eyes wide, heart pounding from the shock of discovering that you're not as alone as you thought.

"Thought I'd treat ya... 'cause you've been working so hard and I also thought you needed cheering up 'cause you've been dead grumpy..."

"I've not been grumpy!" You protest, aware that you do, actually, sound extremely grumpy. You smile despite yourself.

He continues, placing the glasses down on the kitchen table and beginning to pour out the wine. "And you've been avoiding me."

Shit...

"I've not been avoiding you at all, I've just been... busy, and tired. It's been a long week."

He pauses, looking at you with eyebrows slightly raised. "Oh really? So you've not been avoiding me since..."

Uh-oh. Here it comes. You brace yourself, feeling your cheeks warming, watching his face scrunching in second-hand embarrassment for you.

"Since... The Incident..."

The Incident?  The way he says it, even pausing for effect, like he's talking about some award-winning feature film he's bigging up, leaves you in no doubt that you're not going to be able to get away with pretending like it never happened. He wants to discuss it. Right now.

You shoot out a hand, reaching for one of the wine glasses and gulping at the contents, hoping for the alcohol to dull your embarrassment, but sadly it doesn't work that fast.

"Did you have to bring it up?" You say, swirling your wine around in the bottom of your glass to avoid looking at him.

"Actually yes, I do," he says. "If we're gonna live together we need to clear the air. We can't go on like this. I feel really bad that I didn't apologise properly as well, so I'm saying sorry now. I really should have knocked. I just didn't think..."

"Okay, okay!" You interrupt, relieved that he actually seems to be handling the situation maturely and not descending to adolescent level. "Apology accepted. Can we just forget about it now... please?"

"Uh-huh..." Van nods before taking a sip from his own glass, but he's eyeing you over the rim in such a way that you know it's not the last you've heard of it.

You try for a distraction. "Shall we get a take-away? I'm starving."

That seems to have worked. Van immediately clutches his belly announcing how hungry he is and you suggest Chinese. Van places his phone on the kitchen counter and you spend a while hunched over it, perusing the menu. Then you wander into the living room with your wine, leaving Van to phone the order through.

You smile to yourself. Well... that was pretty painless. Hopefully now you can just get back to being housemates and carry on hiding the fact that you're secretly in love... hold on, no... LUST...with Van. There's no way that this is love. What made you even think that?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Van entering the room, grumbling that the restaurant are busy tonight so your food will take at least an hour.

"Well... we may as well have more wine then," he says, holding out the bottle to offer you more and you gratefully accept.

"Woah, not so much," you protest as he fills your glass so full it's practically slopping over the top. "You know how drunk I get on an empty stomach!"

"Lightweight!" He teases, setting his glass down on the coffee table and taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

To your surprise he doesn't sit facing the tele but angles his body so he's facing you, and when you glance over at him him he's got his eyes fixed on you with a grin. You look away but you can feel his eyes on you still.

"What?" You finally say. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Anxiety squirms in your gut and you take another large swallow of your wine. "Well... I'm sure you're just going to ask me anyway..."

You pretend to pick at an imaginary piece of fluff on your dress so you don't have to look at him.

"Do you... errr..." he pauses for a second before carrying on. "Do you do that... all the time?"

"Do I do what all the time?" You say, playing dumb, but you know damn well what he's talking about.

"You know... last weekend... when I caught ya..."

"Oh my god Van!" You cry. "What sort of a question is that?"

He shrugs, still grinning. "C'mon Y/N. How long have we been mates for? We can talk about anything can't we? I'm just curious... that's all."

The embarrassment is radiating off you in waves, but Van's completely unbothered. Your instinct is to tell him to mind his own business, but you don't. There's something about the thought of discussing such an intimate topic with him that's made your heart thump with excitement.

"Of course I don't do it all the time!" You giggle shyly. "Why? Do you?"

"When the mood takes me. Which is... errr... quite a lot actually!" He starts chuckling, while you shake your head. "Well? It's not like I've got anyone else to do it for me is it?"

"What are you talking about? You're not exactly short of female admirers are you? And probably male ones too! You could be shagging someone different every night if you wanted to!"

Van pushes his hair back off his face. He's still wearing a huge smile. "And why would I wanna do that? You know I don't sleep with fans. And I don't go for one night stands... not anymore."

You consider Van's words. He's right. He's certainly not the horny 22 year old he used to be who took full advantage of having girls throwing themselves at him everywhere he went when the band first started getting a following.

In fact since you've moved in with him he's not had any lovers over to stay the night at all. It was one of the things you were worried about when he'd asked you to move in with him to be honest. The thought of having to smile sweetly at a parade of loved up, freshly fucked conquests each morning whilst eating your breakfast just made you feel sick to your stomach with what you’re now realising is jealousy.

Van hasn't finished. He reaches over for his wine glass whilst he's talking. "It's funny isn't it? Back then I thought I was living the dream, but now I realise how kinda shallow I was. I guess as you get older you realise the thing about sex is it's not quantity but quality that's important."

This surprises you. You weren't expecting the conversation to take this sort of turn, you were anticipating Van teasing you mercilessly about what he caught you doing. You'd been dreading it, but the realisation hits you now that it would have been a lot easier to cope with. Hearing Van talking frankly about his love life is just making you realise how much you want to be a part of it. And it's not just the sex. You want all of him.

"Yeah well it's alright if you find someone you're compatible with I guess..."

Van drains his glass, reaching for the bottle and topping himself up. "You're so right. I mean why settle for a quick meaningless fuck with a practical stranger when you can have a real connection with someone?"

And then he looks at you. Really looks at you. You can feel yourself melting under his gaze. You want him so bad. And maybe he wants you too...

But maybe you're getting this all wrong. Maybe it's just wishful thinking and the wine and the talk of sex that's making you feel like the atmosphere in the room has changed. Your head's spinning with thoughts and you panic.

"I hope the food doesn't really take an hour! I'm starved!" You suddenly blurt out, making to rise up out of your seat, but Van darts out a hand to gently grip your arm, stilling you. He's still got that look in his eyes, a certain intensity that makes your belly flip and your heart stutter.

"I heard you," he says quietly.

"What?"

"I heard you say my name... last week. You were thinking about me weren't you? While you were..."

Oh shit! How are you supposed to get out of this one? You can't deny it.

"I... I..." you start but trail off. Your cheeks are burning and your head feels light and there's nowhere to hide.

Van takes your wine glass from you and places both his and yours on the coffee table. Then he reaches for your hand, his fingers curling around yours, entwining them together. He has an earnest expression on his face as he speaks.

"It's okay... don't be embarrassed. I have a confession to make actually..."

He shifts in the seat, moving closer, his eyes not leaving yours. The air between you is thick with a heady kind of tension which only increases as Van speaks again.

"Since I saw you... like that... I've not been able to get it out of my mind. I think it was the hottest thing I've ever seen. All I can think of is seeing you like that again. I really wanna be the one to make you feel like that... for real..."

"I... I..." you stutter, struggling to form anything coherent, your mind fogging over with lust, imagining what might happen.

Van pulls the hand that he's holding towards him, urging you to move your body around to face him more fully and you comply. He's getting closer still, now just inches away.

"Because I reckon I could make you feel good. Really good... if you'll let me?"

He reaches forward with his other hand, gently cupping your cheek. You want to surrender to him, your body automatically responding, your breathing deepening, nerves bristling, but you find yourself holding back.

"I... I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to... it's just... I don't wanna complicate things. I like you Van. Actually... I really like you."

You feel your cheeks warming from the unexpected confession you've just let slip, immediately fretting that you've said the wrong thing, but you don't need to worry. You feel Van's fingers brushing your cheek, his eyes simmering with desire but affection too. "You don't know how happy that makes me to hear you say that... the feeling is definitely mutual."

His gaze drops down to your lips and back up and you find yourself doing the same to his, waiting for the moment they meet, eager to taste him. But still you hesitate. "Can we... can we just... go slow?"

"We can go as slow as you like..."

You both lean in together, too hasty, teeth clashing. It's silly and awkward and you laugh breathlessly, pulling away.

"We'll try that again shall we?" Van chuckles softly and this time he takes the lead, his hand going to the back of your neck, winding through your hair, pulling you closer.

Your mouths meet and this time it's tentative and slow, your lips brushing each other's gently. You sigh into the kiss as it deepens, your tongues entwining. It's like a release, you've dreamt about this moment for so long and now it's actually happening.

Van's free hand goes to your waist and he pushes you back on to the sofa. You grasp at his hips, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you and he obliges, pressing himself on to you, his knees sliding between your legs. Just the feel of his warm body flush next to yours makes desire pool down deep inside you and you feel your hips push upwards to meet his like they have a mind of their own.

"Hmm... someone's eager," Van whispers, as he pulls away from the kiss, hovering over you.

"You have no idea," you smile back, your hands sliding between your bodies and going to the buckle of his belt, hastily unfastening it. Ideas of going slow are suddenly the last thing on your mind.

He smiles wickedly, and he catches his bottom lip in his teeth as he looks down on you. "You're a fucking vision, you know that? I've been dreaming about this for so long. What I'd like to do to you..."

"Oh yeah?"

His belt's unfastened now, and you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, but you don't get far before you feel Van's hands on your wrists, gripping them gently but firmly, guiding them away, pushing them back against the chair.

"Nuh-huh, this is all about you," he says. "Told you I wanted to make you feel good didn't I?"

"But..." you start to protest, stopping when he raises a hand and presses his index finger against your lips.

"All I wanna hear from those lips is how good it feels, okay?"

"So I've just got to lie here?" You say, biting back a grin at the smirk on his face as he rises up slightly, placing a hand on either of your thighs, pushing your dress upwards until it's bunched up around your hips.

"Yeah... think you can manage that?"

You feel a little vulnerable and exposed in front of Van in such an intimate way for the first time, feeling the flush on your cheeks, the adrenaline flooding your body with excitement.

His fingers trail down your thighs slowly, tracing little patterns on your skin, and you can feel the small callouses on his finger tips. You're so sensitive to his touch your body shivers every now and again and he watches you intently, a smile playing on his lips as you gasp as he inches closer to the edge of your underwear and then moves away.

"You're a fucking tease McCann," you say, watching his smile widen, his eyes light up with mischief.

"It'll be worth the wait... trust me," he says self-assuredly.

Christ... your heart's beating double time, your breathing getting shallow. You need to feel something, your hips twitching as Van places a palm on either of your thighs, slowly pushing them even further apart. Then he dips his head down, and you feel his lips pressing against your inner leg by the knee. He plants delicate kisses all the way up one thigh, then moves to the other side, repeating his actions. Little tremors shoot through you in anticipation.

"Van..." you breathe, yearning to feel his touch where you need it.

"What's up love?" He asks teasingly, fingers trailing along the edge of your underwear. "What do you need?"

"You know damn well what I need," you whine, impatient. All you can think of is his hands. Those long fingers and how they're going to make you feel.

"Let's get rid of these then," Van says, his fingertips hooking under the waistband of your panties. 

He begins to inch them down your hips, not taking his eyes off you as he does it and there's something about this that builds the tension in such a way that it's almost unbearable. When you feel his fingertips connect with your skin, one skimming over your your sweet spot, your body reacts instantly with a shudder of pleasure.

He leans over you to kiss you again, fingers exploring the folds between your legs, repeatedly flicking over your clit. It feels better than you could ever imagine and you moan softly into his mouth, bucking your hips upwards, chasing his touch as his fingers start to stray away.

"Don't stop," you plead in between kisses.

"Mmm... I have no intention of stopping," he purrs. "Tell me... how does this feel?"

He pushes one finger slowly inside you, followed by another, stretching you out deliciously. You whimper underneath him. "Fuck that feels good..."

You words tail off into passionate sighs and you close your eyes, tipping your head back. His long, slender fingers reach parts of you that you could never hope to, and before long you're writhing on the bed as he pumps them slowly inside you, moving your hips in sync with his motions.

Suddenly his touch disappears, and your eyes flick open. He's hovering over you, eyes glazed over with lust, and you watch as he raises his hand, slipping the fingers he's been pleasuring you with between his lips.

"You taste fucking amazing," he says, licking his fingers clean.

The action simultaneously makes you blush furiously but also stokes the fire that's already burning between your legs. You're so turned on you feel like the lightest touch might make you explode.

"Don't make me wait... please!" You implore, rising up slightly, reaching for his hips, feeling desperate now.

"But I don't wanna rush this, you look too good," he whispers, gently pushing you back down by your shoulders, before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. "In fact I'd say you looked good enough to eat."

Fuck... Your body's pulsing now, the heat between your legs intensifying. Van moves completely off the sofa, his fingers curling around your thighs, easing your body around so he's kneeling in between your splayed legs.

You look down to see him moving closer, and he keeps his eyes on you as he leans in, licking a slow stripe to your aching heat. Then he starts to work you with his tongue, concentrating all his efforts on the sensitive nub of nerves. Watching him pleasure you like this whilst he's looking you right in the eye is probably the single most erotic thing you've ever experienced, but you find that you can't maintain his gaze for long. The sensations are just too powerful and you can feel your eyes rolling back in your head.

"Fucking hell..." you breathe, and he hums an approval, the vibrations travelling through your core, making your body quiver.

You can feel that familiar tight knot starting low down in your belly, sure you'll peak soon, and as if on cue, Van suddenly hoists your legs up on to his shoulders to get even closer. He buries his head between your thighs, lapping relentlessly at your clit, easing two fingers inside you, curving them at a spot that has you seeing stars. You can feeling yourself unravelling at an increasing pace, hurtling towards your climax.

Your hands thread through his hair, tugging it roughly at the roots, losing yourself as the first swell of your orgasm hits you like a hurricane. Then it's wave upon wave of indescribable pleasure, moans falling from your lips, your legs trembling. Van doesn't stop until the last of the shudders wrack your body.

"Oh my god," you breathe, slowing coming back down to earth as Van emerges, leaning towards you with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"That alright then?" He grins cheekily, pulling your dress back over your body to cover you up, then resting his hands across your lap.

"Bloody hell, that was... a bit better than alright!" You say, still panting slightly.

Your body feels wrung out but in the best possible way. Van kneels there looking up at you, hair dishevelled, pupils blown wide, his lips still glossy with your arousal, and you think you might have just been transported to heaven.

"I suppose I should... repay the favour," you say with the most flirtatious of grins, raising your eyebrows at him.

Van's smile mirrors yours as he rises up from the floor, taking his seat next to you on the sofa and wrapping an arm around you, drawing you into a close embrace.

"Oh I'm definitely going to hold you to that love..."

[weepylucifer]

24. "You're trembling." steban/ulixes

The whole mess starts like this: one afternoon, Ulixes doesn't turn up to the reading group meeting.

His absence is a stark confrontation with the fact of how alone Steban is. Thus far, as long as at least Ulixes was still coming to the meetings regular as clockwork, Steban could go on with business as usual and put off reckoning with how solipsistic his little pretense at a revolutionary cell has become. Pretend like any educating of anyone in matters of radical theory was still being done here... like other members could walk in at any moment and give the whole thing a purpose again. Now, with Ulixes absent, Steban sits and waits and drinks too much coffee and feels, though he tries to ignore it, a bit like an idiot with his metaphorical dick in his hand.

He considers his options: he could go out and try to recruit again, he could go to bed and have a depressive episode, he could do serious self-critique about where the reading group went astray and why, he could wallow in his misery about driving his friends away with leftist infighting. He could disband the reading group. He could steal Cindy's pyrholidon and get high. He could go to Uli's apartment and start a huge fight about his perceived betrayal. He could get high, go to Uli's apartment, and have a sobbing breakdown about how Uli is his only friend and Uli's absence would destroy his life.

All those destructive impulses are eventually pushed aside, and Steban decides he will go to Uli's apartment, to check if there's something wrong with him. Uli has never missed a meeting before. Maybe it's not betrayal yet. Maybe there's something he needs...

When he, an hour later, knocks on Uli's door, Ulixes opens looking perturbed and disheveled, but at least he doesn't seem sick or hurt.

"Hi," Steban says. "You--"

"Oh no. The meeting..." Ulixes looks so caught out and almost frightened that whatever was left of Steban's sense of betrayal immediately evaporates. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to miss it, I've been out all day and... I only just came back here, you have to believe me..."

Steban raises a hand. He doesn't like seeing his friend so anxious. "It's alright. What's going on?"

Ulixes suddenly slumps against the doorframe, his skinny form bending like a defeated reed. "It's Comrade Reading, he's... gone missing."

Ah, yes, Required Reading. Uli's new kitten. Uli's new kitten that Steban is all support for, because Uli having a gentle, non-violence-related hobby must be encouraged... as long as the cat doesn't come close enough to Steban to shed hair on him.

Steban likes houseplants. They're his preferred way of existing alongside nature as a communist should. They're pretty, quiet, predictable, and can be raised according to a manual. They don't yell at him in the middle of the night, or scratch him, or bite him, or break his things, or shit in a box he has to clean, or mess up his cleanly, tidy, pleasant little apartment. Besides, something about this particular cat is... strange. It meows and purrs and cuddles and plays and whatever else the things do, but there's something Steban can't put his finger on that is... weird. The less he sees of it, the better.

Still, if Uli wants a cat, a cat he shall have. If Uli wants to spend every moment of his free time with a cat and not his human best friend who can actually carry a conversation and doesn't smell like litterbox, well... so be it. Who is Steban to question his tastes?

"I opened the door briefly to get the mail and he darted out past me," Ulixes is saying. "I've been looking for him all day."

"Oh," Steban says, then makes an effort to imbue his voice with more sympathy, "I mean... oh."

Now, he expects, is when Uli is going to channel his concern for his pet into rage, the way he usually does, and vow some vague idea of vengeance onto the universe for making this happen to him. Now he'll say something over the top like swearing to murder whoever should dare harm or withhold his cat from him in several grisly and overly specific ways that will leave Steban a mixture of nauseated and fondly exasperated, because it's clear that while Ulixes dreams (in graphic detail) of violence, he has never actually experienced it up close, and these fantasies are just how he copes, and...

"This is all my fault," Ulixes whispers, and Steban is shocked to see his eyes beneath his glasses growing damp, "I'm so bad at this, and now I messed it all up."

He sits down on his desk chair and buries his head in his hands. "Why did I ever think I could take care of something? He could die out there, and it's my fault."

There's nothing for it. Steban's still not exactly fond of the cat, but... seeing Ulixes this quietly devastated turns the world inside out. Steban thinks, I need you like I need my limbs and blood and beating heart, and puts his hand on Uli's shoulder. "We'll look for him together."

----

They make missing posters and print them on campus, and Steban volunteers to help put them up around Uli's neighborhood. They spend the rest of the day looking for Required Reading, even when it gets dark, even when it starts to rain. Eventually, Steban makes Uli take a break. Ulixes resists it, but at some point, he does have to sleep. Steban stays with him as their rain-soaked clothes dry over the heater, and softly reassures him as he drifts into an uneasy sleep.

Two days go by. The rain doesn't let up. Ulixes keeps searching for Required Reading, and Steban supports him, though privately he's beginning to lose hope for the whole endeavor. Revachol is gigantic, and there are myriads of ways for a very small cat to vanish in it. And of course Steban is sad for Uli's sake, because Uli really loved - loves - that cat, and taking care of something small and vulnerable has revealed a new side of him, one that Steban finds intriguing. But... a part of him, a part he tries to ignore because he's not quite comfortable with having it in him to think so lowly, is... not too bothered by the prospect of things going back to how they were before Required Reading appeared. Back when he- when the reading group had Uli's undivided attention. When Uli was focused on him the cause. When Uli would look at him with adoring eyes and--

Stop, Steban tells himself. That's a scummy way to think, and wholly inappropriate when it comes to your comrade. Of course you want him to get his cat back.

He should interrogate that entire train of thought, practice self-critique and remind himself of the incompatibility of Mazovian thought with such... greedy possessiveness. But he's not ready to examine himself in this instance, so he pushes it all down and out of sight.

It's ironic then that, on the third day, Steban finds the cat first.

He's on his way to Uli's apartment. It's still raining and he doesn't have an umbrella, so he's steadily getting soaked through. All he really wants is to get out of the weather. Still, he pauses when he hears, from across the deserted square, a tiny cry, like a baby, or a...

...kitten.

They've pinned one of the missing-cat-posters to a lamppost on the sidewalk here three days ago. Now, under the lamppost, crouched under a soggy, discarded newspaper that offers only scant protection from the elements, there he is, meowing plaintively for help: Required Reading. His fur is plastered to his body with rainwater, but it is him.

(It would be so easy for a passerby to recognize that this is the cat on the poster. Almost as if he sat himself down here on purpose... but surely that's impossible. Cats can't read, or recognize themselves on pictures.)

(Weird.)

Steban shakes his head. It's probably just a coincidence. He'd better scoop the cat up before he runs away, hope he doesn't get his arms scratched up, and bring the little thing home to Uli. Cautiously, he steps closer.

Sigh. Here goes nothing...

Suddenly, he hesitates. A thought unfolds...

Maybe he could just... keep walking. Pretend he didn't see. Ulixes would never know. He'd be sad for a while, but eventually he'd recover, and then they'd spend time in their meetings again like they used to... no more cat hair on his clothes, no more mess, no more having to feign interest in an animal he honestly finds a bit off-putting... and Uli's attention would not waver again, and Steban would never have to ask himself what he even is without Ulixes.

He stands in silence while the rain beats down.

Required Reading has stopped crying. He's seen Steban and, doubtlessly, recognized him. He doesn't scamper up to him like Steban supposed he might. He simply looks at Steban with eyes that seem way too intelligent, and in this moment Steban is convinced that somehow the cat knows what he's thinking. Knows that Steban is considering abandoning him here.

Weird!

Or maybe that's just his conscience?

"This is nonsense," Steban mutters to himself. Of course he's going to bring the cat back to Uli. Because that's the right thing to do, and it'll take the anguish off of Uli's mind, and surely Uli will be so relieved and thankful. Steban can just picture it: his normally reserved friend smiling and hugging Required Reading close to him, and maybe then he'll set the cat down and hug Steban, too, and express his gratitude and regard for how Steban went above and beyond for him... maybe there'd even be a kiss on the cheek in it for him...

But no. Why would there be? Steban is used to kisses from his family members as casual displays of affection, that is just their way, but if Ulixes did that... if Ulixes kissed him on the cheek, it would be different, it would mean something.

Despite the rain, he blushes. What is this thought? What is he considering here? And anyway, he's not supposed to do things because he expects a reward. Again, what an inappropriate thought to have, about a comrade no less. He can't just stand here getting lost in... whatever this is. There's a task to do.

Slowly, carefully, telegraping his movements, he crouches down and reaches for Required Reading. By some miracle, the cat doesn't spook. He lets Steban scoop him up, his small, shivering body almost eclipsed completely by Steban's slender hands.

"Aww, pobrecito," Steban murmurs, dutifully, because that seems like the sort of thing one says. "You're trembling... come here, let's get you home."

"Mrreeep," Required Reading says, huddling closer to Steban's body heat.

Steban tucks him underneath his jacket and continues on his way. It's still pouring down upon him, and the cat sneezes into his armpit, but he barely notices, his head swimming with thoughts of what awaits him: the warm and dry apartment, maybe some hot coffee, the opportunity to bring Ulixes a wonderful surprise, the dread and self-recriminations leaving his comrade's face and being replaced with joy, the feel of his body pressed against Steban's in an exuberant embrace, the gentle rasp of his beard against Steban's own stubble when the--

Hm.

As Required Reading, bundled up under his jacket, starts to purr, Steban begins his struggle to contend with the fact that, apart from everything else he's got going on already, he now apparently dreams of his comrade's kiss.

[sebastian-solace-asks]

"Ah , hello there , friend."

[ * Sebastian reads from a script, holding it in front of him. ]

"So, this.. blog.. is a way to communicate with you, my dear friends and fans."

[ * He pauses a moment, reading over the script- well, before ultimately throwing it to the side. ]

"Nevermind the script, im here to speak my opinions, correct? Alright. So, I'm here, you all can see me and send me mail. Sometimes meet me in person, depends I guess. You just.. cant send any profanity in the mail, I want to keep this side gig."

"Now that we have the basics down, I'd like to get into some details. One specific rule, that is."

"DO. NOT. FLASHBANG. ME. No matter what. Even if we're on a channel made for all ages, I will not hesitate to rip you to shreds if you flashback me 17 times."

Now for ooc things, establishing rules. Reading this part is MANDATORY.

Just a list of rules, this will change, so be sure to check every so often.

DNI if you're a zoophile, pedo, and any of the sorts.

DNI if you're an NSFW account.

Do NOT send Sebastian freaky fan mail (you know who you are).

You can flirt, just.. tone it down. Keep it sfw, this is basically on air (in the rp aspect of the blog).

NO POLITICS!!!!! If its silly jokes like "MY PRONOUNS ARE U/S/A!!" the thats fine, but no serious politics.

I am a minor, absolutely ZERO freaky shit towards me, the creator.

And remember, this will change. I will show at the bottom, (edit: just changed rules) or something like that, so if you see that, check out the rules. The full thing will say something like (edit: just changed rules on [month] [day]).

Now just for side notes, this is optional to read.

Im always welcome to music reccomendations! I love music, and if it wasn't a thing I would've stopped existing long ago.

I google things. A lot. SO BE PATIENT PLEASE- im trying to make this as accurate as possible.

I use the website for Tumblr and have a time limit for chrome, so if I dont answer your ask for a day then that probably why.

I HAVE SCHOOL!! So, during school (which I'll say when its school season) I'll be a lot less active. Sorry about that, but j gotta learn!

Please refer to me, the creator, as narrator. If you have a question to ask me, say "to narrator." But really only if you have a message for me and Sebastian.

Check out my main blog, @cedar-science2 and my other rp blog, @sans-and-papyrus! They're both silly and need more attention.

You're welcome to have longer rp with this blog! It can either be through asks, or reblogs- but don't DM asking for a Rp. You're welcome to ask via.. well, ask. :3

This will also change a lot-

Now, have a good night's rest, and remember: I love you all! Platonically.

Edit: just added things to notes (jul. 15)

[pabit]

good evening. my best wishes to you, and habit’s recovery.

i also see you made cookies. do you like to bake?

Ah. A question about me, hm? I’m flattered - no one else usually gives a shit.

Say, why don’t I tell you all a little bit about myself? I’ve got the time to type.

—

Hundreds of lives ago, our mother taught Michael how to bake when we were ten years old. Michael got really good at it, so I also decided to pick it up too. I would practice making bread in the middle of the night and rob him of sleep so he couldn’t practice during the day. I thought it would make me feel as good as it did for him, especially if I was better than him at it. Well…

After dying in that life, we start all over again somewhere new as always. One summer- we're about 15 years old and just wandering aimlessly on the beach while we talked and enjoyed the sunshine. Then we started bickering over something so stupid I didn't bother to remember what it was. We're just throwing around petty insults and then I say, "I bet you couldn't bake a cake even if the only ingredient was shit."

We stop walking and Michael goes, "well duh, I don't even know how to bake." I didnt say anything for a moment, and Michael continues humorously, "but I bet I could still bake a better shit cake than you!”

I couldn't keep up the bickering after that...even though Michael remained cheerful, I just felt this horrible, aching sadness; like a hole had opened up inside me.

We went home without further argument.

Just the life prior Michael had been an amazing baker in his own right. It made him happy. I may have hated it before, but it was true. Now he knew nothing, straight back to square one, completely unaware of this fact.

Except I knew, and I felt terrible because...well, I could still remember how to bake. I've never forgotten. But Michael would have to relearn everything, including the things that helped us both survive the darkness we were stuck in.

How awful is that? Never being allowed to keep even the most innocent of memories, only for me to be the one stuck with them all. What am I supposed to do with that? Let it all go to waste?

15 year old me was pretty fucked up by this awareness for sure. I kept going over it in my head trying to make sense of things, and what I concluded was this:

My job is to protect Michael's happiness, not rob him of it for myself and do nothing with it. I felt like I stole something precious from Michael that day. I was a selfish fool; being “better” at Michael never actually made me happier in the grand scheme of things. So…

I decided I'd continue baking, from that life onwards, in honor of the memory Michael lost. I’ll hold onto it for him. I had the power to make him a little happier, even though I felt like I could only bring him pain.

Despite the tall cunt and despite my own destructive tendencies, I still managed to leave a tray of Michaels favorite treats by our bedside at least once a week.

So you could say I enjoy baking…but only because I know how much it makes other people feel better. I get nothing else out of it. It’s taken a long time to not be bitter, and I’ve done a lot of fucked shit because of it, but I’ve learned how to channel it into something positive now I think.

—

Anyways, that’s my story about the baking thing. I have many stories, but I should probably leave it at that for the moment.

Habit looks to have stopped shaking so much, but still hasn’t touched the cookies. Rude I say - my cookies are freaking awesome. I’m going to put my phone down and try talking to him again soon. -P

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[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

May I please get Nikolai just being nice to Riot? Just comforting her in way, he can. Or maybe just cheering her to keep being beautiful and mischievous, as she already is?

I mean a little text, not a render.

Disclaimer: Extended Russian sentences between <>

Setting: Near future, when the investigation about HeadHunters is on again (will be expanded in the fanfic). After Darker Matters (and their reunion)

I can't make a little text, omg...

Solntse moye: my sun

Solnyshko: sunshine

"I'm fine"

"I know your 'I'm fine's very well, but ok. We'll speak tomorrow. Now try to sleep"

"Sure. Good night, Kate"

Riot hung up the hotel phone before Laswell answered, and left it carefully on the bedside table, drowning the urge to yank it off and throw the device against the wall.

The day had been draining, being interrogated over and over and over again. Going over her training, Gibraltar, HeadHunters, Transnistria. To the point of being physically sick due to the memories and having to rush to a public toilet right after stepping out of the hearing hall, followed by a very worried Gabi and Kate.

The previous day had been the same. And the following day, there would be more of the same shit.

"Me cago en la puta (very ugly Spanish swearing)" She hissed, through gritted teeth, sitting alone on the bed of the hotel suite in London where the investigation committee had made her stay at. "Me cago en la madre que me parió (another ugly variant of ugly Spanish swearing)"

Alone. The only sound came from the TV, showing a music videos channel.

None of the 141 had been allowed off duty to accompany her. Price had fought against it, but in the end, what Headquarters said, went.

Her only company and support were Kate Laswell and Gabi, but they weren't allowed to sit during the hearings either.

She wasn't allowed to call or receive external calls, and her phone was in Laswell's hands for keeping. So she didn't even have the comfort of venting to Johnny or Kyle, to complain to Price, or be appeased by Simon.

God, she needed Simon. So much that every cell in her hurt.

Alone with her thoughts and with only the TV to keep her company, she thought she'd go crazy before dawn, prowling through the suite like a caged animal.

But there was a knock on the door, and she stared at it, frowning. She wasn't supposed to see anyone. From the hotel to the government building and back, with guards. No visitors, no calls.

Whoever it was, they knocked again, and Riot stood up to go to the door. If someone finally came after her, like with the other former HeadHunters operators, so be it.

But it wasn't a former 'colleague', or anything of the sorts, who was standing there as she opened the door. For a second she was speechless, but then tried to be as deadpan and sardonic as always, but her eyes betrayed her.

"I didn't order a Russian fixer to room service"

"Ah, solntse moye, but I'm sure you'll let your Russian uncle inside" Nikolai smiled, with the mischievous grin that was so typical of him, that sometimes infuriated so many people, but in that moment was what she needed the most.

Without a word she dove right into his arms, burying her face in his chest and gripping that stupid striped t-shirt whose name always escaped her. She could feel the rumble in his chest as he laughed and hugged her tightly.

"What are you doing here? How the fuck did you know I was here?" Christine muttered, so pathetically relieved that she felt a knot in her throat and stomach. Trying to regain her composure, she released him and stepped back a bit. "And how did you enter the hotel? It's supposed to be guarded. Is Olga here too?"

"<One thing after the other, my little sunshine>" Nikolai looked at both sides of the corridor and then pushed her inside to close the door after them. "I'll start with the last because it's easier. I have my methods, one day I'll teach you. Olga couldn't come, she's taking care of some business but sends her love"

Christine looked even sadder for a moment, but smiled and allowed him to guide her to the sofa in front of the TV to sit down, with Nikolai holding her hand.

"What are you doing here, Nikolai?"

"Tsk, tsk, solnyshko, so impatient" He laughed, tapping with his fingers on the back of her hand. "I came to visit you, of course! A little bird told me you could use a friendly face"

"Does that little bird have muttonchops?" She kept smiling although she rolled her eyes, so visibly happy that she couldn't care less about the dull pain on her face due to the strain on the scar tissue. "Or was it Kate?"

"To be honest... both of them" Nik dragged Christine closer, to wrap an arm around her shoulders. She wordlessly snuggled against him, feeling a bit better. "John told me that you were forced to come, to give your statement, and that you were all alone. And Kate very kindly told me the hotel where they're keeping you. And here I am"

"... were you even in the country?" No way. There was no way that Nikolai had been in the UK by sheer coincidence right when she was alone and pathetic.

"What does it matter, solnyshko?" Nik smiled indulgently, running his fingers through her hair as one would do with a little kid. "<I am here now, and that's what matters>"

"But why?" Christine insisted, and he just shrugged, without losing his smile.

"What do you mean, why? Because you needed me, solntse moye"

In other circumstances, in other company, she would have been able to control herself. But after two days of having to explain what happened, in detail, to a group of unknown people who had too much chest candy, without Johnny to be her rock, without Kyle and his calm reassurance, without Price's immutable support, without Simon, Christine felt drained, spent, exhausted and disheartened.

Therefore, when the tears started to fall, she could do nothing to stop them, and sobbing, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Nikolai just held her, murmuring soothing nonsense in Russian while rubbing her back and running his fingers through her hair.

And she told him everything. Every single horrible, questionable, bloody, painful detail, wanting to die all over again, feeling shame all over again, feeling the rage that darkened her soul. How she was abused and tortured. How she was made to stare at the rotting bodies of her squad.

How she had murdered every single one of her captors until only the leader was left, and how she had tortured him for hours until she finally set him on fire while still alive.

At times Nikolai felt anger and clenched his jaw, staring at the void she was unveiling before him, but his hands kept gently craddling the little girl in his arms, his little sunshine, so brave, so scared and so hurt.

"You did what you had to, little one" He cooed, his voice as calm and nonchalant as always. "You tell your privates that in your self-defence classes, da? Survival is the only goal, by any means needed. And you survived"

She only nodded silently, and Nik kissed gently her hair.

"The only thing I regret of all this, solntse moye, is that you didn't leave anyone alive for me"

"That's what Ghost said" Christine laughed quietly. "And Price"

Nikolai felt better seeing that she laughed and smiled again, and brushed one thumb on her cheeks to wipe away her tears.

"There's my sunshine"

"I don't feel very shiny" She muttered, with a sad little smile, and Nikolai laughed softly, keeping her snuggled and comfortable in his arms.

"Tomorrow will be another day, solnyshko"

"I have to go in again"

"And I'll be waiting when you get out. I promised John you wouldn't be alone"

The music channel on the TV had started showing music videos from the sixties and seventies, and when one song in particular started to fill the room, Nikolai's ears perked up.

Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's alright

"The Beatles. My grandma liked them" Christine smiled, and Nik looked at her, pretending to be offended.

"Are you calling me old, little one?"

"If it walks like a duck, and sounds like a duck..." She grinned mischievously, more like her usual self.

Little darlin', the smile's returning to their faces

Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here

Nikolai dragged her up to their feet, and grabbing her hands forced her to twirl, following the music.

"What are you doing?" Christine giggled, allowing it, as they danced to Here comes the sun.

"Making sure you don't think about today or tomorrow, solntse" Nikolai made her twirl again, grinning. "Just enjoy the music. Soon everything will be over and you'll be able to go back home"

"Home" Christine sighed, thinking of her newfound family that she needed so much, and Nik nodded.

"Home. And I'll take you there"

[nerdyvocals]

Hi there! @look-at-those-niceass-rocks and I are back on our bullshit with some unhinged movie-night quotes, this time with the first Descendants film. Previously, we've had some shit to say about Rise of the Pink Ladies and Julie and the Phantoms. This is the first actual movie we've watched for these movie-night quotes, so it's a long one. Buckle up, and enjoy the ride!

Bee: "Elected king"? That's not how democracy works.

Bee: How is he inheriting the crown if his dad is still alive???

(Note: For those not aware, hi, I'm a costume designer and technician, I usually have Things To Say about costumes, including the following Several Minute Rant)

Me, two minutes into the movie: PAUSE, okay I have opinions here Bee: Okay? Me: Okay so this is a fitting, right? I appreciate the big stitch lengths, that's accurate, but this should be a mock-up, with muslin! Why is it made of the fashion fabric??? Bee: This is riveting

Me: Why are his sleeves finished off? Where are the pins? Is that a hand back stitch??? Bee: *cackling*

Bee: YOU CANNOT BELIEVE IN THE DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS AND DEMOCRACY

Me: Why did they give Ben a bust dart? Does he have tiddies??? Bee: TRANS BEN???

Bee: I'm gonna take a drink every time you go on a costume rant. Me: LISTEN

Bee (@Evie and Mal): So they're lesbians, right? Me: OH HO HO, YOU'D THINK SO WOULDN'T YA

Bee: You said Kenny Ortega did this, right? Me: Yep! Bee: That. SO very tracks.

Evie: *flirting* Bee: Ahhh, performative heterosexuality!

Me: Her love interest is so [HUSBAND]-coded; you're gonna lose your mind

Bee: Ah yep, Kenny Ortega choreography

Bee: IS THAT FUCKING KRISTEN CHENOWETH??? Me: YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT???

Both of us, anytime Carlos is on screen: He Baby

Bee: I bet AO3 had a field day with this franchise

Bee: Ohhhh, look at that shitty marching band, let me at 'em- NONE OF THOSE PEOPLE ARE PLAYING THOSE INSTRUMENTS Me: *wheeze*

Bee @ Audrey: Oh THATS a lesbian Me: I COULD GO ON A RANT and I won't until we have more context!

Me: Look, Evie's love interest is a dude but I choose to believe that he's a he/him lesbian so it works

Mal: And I totally don't blame your grandparents for inviting everyone in the whole world but my mother to their stupid christening! Me: Look, christenings were public events! They had to go out of their way to tell Maleficent not to come! Bee: Right! Like it was more work to have someone find her to tell her not to come! She would've stayed away if you just kept your mouths shut! Me: Not to victim blame, but don't fuck with the fae if you don't want the fae to fuck with you Bee: No I'm victim blaming in this one instance, that was fucking stupid

Doug: Hi-ho... Bee: Oh god he is [HUSBAND]-coded

Carlos: Die, suckers! Me: Let Carlos say fuck! Bee: He would say it constantly

Jay: *ninja kick through the door* Bee: Dumbass

Carlos: *trying to help Jay up* Me: *sobbing* He baby!!! Bee: He wants to help his brother!!!

Bee, already tipsy: I think every time we say "he baby" I need to drink water

Me: Hnng I remember being obsessed with Mal's outfits as a 14yo but looking at it now as a costume designer, I can't tell if I still love it or if I kinda hate it. Bee: Lemme take a drink and you elaborate. Me: There's something kinda off-putting about it and I can't tell if it's because it reeks of 2015 Disney Channel-which is not a bad thing!-or if I just don't think the design works. Bee: It looks like they were going for scene but didn't really know what scene was

Me: I think we should also take a drink whenever we say "that's gay"

Both: STOP BEING MEAN TO JANE SHE'S SO CUTE

Ben: *trying to convince Carlos Dude won't hurt him* Me: For the trans!Ben headcanon, I know that's just a weird fuckin' seam on his shirt, but it looks like a binder

Honorable mention: Us constantly screaming at evie that she's allowed to be smart

Bee: Hey, [HUSBAND], Wanna come see a character that's you coded???

Evie: *making clothes* Me: THAT SEWING MACHINE IS SEXY

Me @ Lonnie: I wouldn't call that cool hair Bee: Oh now she's cool, she ripped her skirt

Mal: I think it's time Benny Boo got himself a new girlfriend Bee: Girl he is right behind that door

Mal: *wipes Lonnie's tear* Bee: LOOK AT HER FACE, see that? That was a gay awakening

Me during Did I Mention: Guess what Bee: Huh? Me: That's not him singing Bee: *gasp* They Troy Bolton'ed that man

Bee: There are. Not enough trumpets in this band Me: Nerd

Talking about the Maleficent movie and how I've never seen it Bee: Oh god, you would've been like. 12 Me: Or 13 depending on the time of year! Bee: It came out in May Me: ...Okay yeah I would've been 12 Bee: I can do math! [HUSBAND], distantly: Citation needed! Bee: HEY!!!

Ben: Is this your first time? Bee: HUH???

Me: What was he trying to accomplish here? Like he didn't tell her they were going somewhere they might need swimsuits, was he trying to get her in her underwear??? Bee: If it wasn't a Disney movie I'd say yes Me: Horny teenage boy

Ben: *shirtless on the cliff* Me: Good for him, he's had top surgery since the last scene

Maleficent: Still doing tricks with eggplants? Bee: Idk, ask her husband

After the cover of Be Our Guest Bee: What. Was that. Me: I know Bee: That was so bad! Me: I promise the other covers are better

Me: I hate Mal's costume in this scene Bee: Drink! Me: The purple on her blazer matches too perfectly with her hair, there's no break in the silhouette Bee: Oh yeah, I see what you mean Me: I get what they're trying to do with the lighter palette, but I'd swap the blue and purple, personally

Queen Leah: My daughter was raised by fairies Me: That was your own fault Bee: Nowhere in that curse did it say you couldn't raise her

Insert the TEN MINUTE interlude of me dying over the obscene fit of Ben's suit:

(Please note: A) his jacket sleeve is caught on his elbow, which is what's causing that FOUR INCH exposed sleeve, B) who wears a pocket square and no tie? C) the buttons are STRAINING because the suit hasn't been tailored properly, it's way too small, you're the future king and I expect better from you okay you CANONICALLY have people tailoring your clothes, and while we're on buttons, D) NEVER button both buttons on a suit jacket! If the jacket has two buttons, the top is buttoned and the bottom isn't. If it's three, top is button sometimes, middle is always buttoned, and the bottom is never. Also: Unbutton when sitting or doing physical activity, such as croquet. This has been Levi's useless button PSA)

Honorable mention: I showed my mentor this picture the next day and he gasped like he'd been shot

Jane: He's never gonna make a villain a queen Me: WE WERE ROOTING FOR YOU! Bee: WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU!

Me: she's not ugly, she just has a fuck ass bob

Bee @ Beast: Oh why'd they give him glasses, now he's hot

Mal: How do you know that?? Ben: because I'm listening to my heart! Bee: Gay Mal: I'm listening to mine too Bee: DOUBLE gay

Bee: I love how you can soo very see all these frozen people moving

Maleficent: *Dragon Time (tm)* Bee: FOUND THE BUDGET

Jane: Guess I did get pretty lucky in the mother department Me: Speaking of mothers can someone please catch the lizard Bee: PLEASE

Side note, my internet was wigging out and the stream kept freezing, particularly during Set It Off Me, struggling with the connection: And what if I cry Bee: Limping toward the finish line Me: What if I cry and commit arson

Mal: You didn't think that was the end of the story, did you? Bee: Well that was fucking ominous We watched Descendants 2 as well!

[gtzgoblin]

I forget sometimes after not having a really shit time of it that life used to be so much more difficult.

Number of mistakes last night that for a non-diabetic person wouldn't have been an issue:

1) it's Agatha night so we need good food! We had vegan pizza in (dairy intolerance and I resent paying for Dominos when I can't personalise the pizza with non-vegan toppings) so had that. I was starving coz I'd half forgotten to eat through the day being busy so I ate the whole thing, when usually I would eat about half.

2) between the excitement of Agatha and THE AURORA I forgot to extend my bolus so just dumped 14 units straight or something

3) then thought I'd need to do a little one myself and to put a reminder in my phone, and because Agatha was so cool I forgot about that bit

4) due to the excitement of going outside and staring at the sky for ages, I then didn't keep too close an eye on my sugars

5) rage bolus at 11pm when they were 17mmol/L after remembering I'd have needed more insulin but had forgotten about it

Mistakes led to hypos ALL NIGHT. Awake like once an hour at least. But this is something I used to sleep through and later be woken up by multiple times per night by a sensor. Since I rarely have hypos now I was awake and wired from it pretty quickly.

Did I always feel this tired? Surely you don't "get used to" being this tired when you've barely slept. And before tech this must have been almost every day feeling like this.

When people are like "ah diabetes is diabetes", I wish you could channel the feeling, even just for twenty minutes. This sucks.

[misc-obeyme]

Grey Asmo here - hope you are well??

Just a litte rant before I go talk about OM.

NSFW (ALL)

I was thinking of all the Asmodeus i know shadowhunter Asmodeus does not embody lust he is more of an embodient of Wrath (since most of the princes of hell, Leviathan (envy), Belphegor (sloth), Mammon (Greed), Lucifer (Pride), Samael (Lust - since he technically is the only prince that probably loved/loves Lilith and is willing to work together to bring distruction for her), the only time my grey Asshole only emobides lust is (hinted that him and Lilith probably had a one night stand (on many occasaions). But if you look at his son (my precious baby) Magnus Bane he is more of an emobodiment of lust.

Now on to Obey me (not connected to the firdt part but still NSFW)

SO I was with a friend and we were talking about TV shows and such, and they go on about how Asmodeus would be a pimp or exploite sinners in a way that feeds his realm)

Now this got me thinking If hell/ devildom have some Human tv channels and hell channels that contain more dark and realism stuff and MC being like what the fuck..

And Satan is like (human shows are good but the demon remakes are much better) and MC finding channels that are filled with the utmost depraved lust kinda you can imagine and being scared into their brain -

They are practically immune to the horrors of hell

(Im kinda emotionally invested in Angel Dust and Ozzie)

Hello again, Grey Asmo!

Okay, so we're talking about like potential Devildom remakes of human world TV shows? And that they're just completely messed up?? Because that sounds hilarious lol.

I like the idea that they broadcast both. So if you're a demon you could potentially watch the human world G-rated version of Spongebob then flip over to the demon version and it's all fire and brimstone.

Of course if we're talking about nsfw type stuff, I don't think that'd be too much of a stretch for some of these human world shows. Or if it was really violent... didn't they make a gay show about a guy that eats people? I've seen that on the dash a lot and it looks really bloody to me. I would think something like that would feed into the gluttony sin probably.

But it's funny to imagine an MC that has no clue about any of this accidentally turning on the TV and finding horrific stuff. Well okay only if MC can handle it and isn't messed up forever after lol.

I personally would be like what the hell is this... ah yes well we are technically in hell, so I guess it's to be expected.

Personally I do okay with gore and sexy times in media, but when things get ghosty I start to freak out. Like the Sixth Sense scared the shit out of me because I was convinced I was going to start seeing dead people everywhere. Or that they were already there and I just couldn't see them which is worse. Also I was too young when I watched that so maybe that has something to do with it.

Anyway, I didn't mean to get off on a tangent here, but I like your idea of demon TV remakes.

I think I would get invested in the demon version of Days of Our Lives. They call it Nights of Our Lives lol.