#so anyways hi guys. I'm feeling definitely very normal tonight

[hermitshell]

why does minecraft roleplay make me feel the grief of a thousand suns !!!

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller 90s AU: Lily's Rental

This came to me in a dream. I don't know how much of it I'm going to write, but I love the late 90s as a setting and couldn't resist.

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tw: hypnosis, kidnapping

September 12, 1998

Lisa shook her can of Mountain Dew, dismayed that there didn't seem to be any more in it. She'd had three sodas tonight and was still struggling to stay awake.

She was working the late shift at the video store again, and she was really more bored than she was tired, the endless preview reel playing on the TV above her head doing little to hold her attention. She'd grown tired of the book she brought with her, she'd already restocked the candy and cleaned out the returns, and as she lived in a city that very much slept, there weren't a lot of customers so late on a weeknight.

Maybe no one would notice if she rested her head on the counter for just a few minutes and…

The sound of the door sliding open had her jerking back awake. "Welcome to Blockbuster, can I help you find anything?" she said on instinct.

"Well, you're a helpful one!" said the customer in an annoyingly cloying voice. "But we're just looking to browse the movies. Don't mind us."

She was wearing a floral sundress and tights, and looked a little too put-together for someone looking to rent a video at 11:40pm on a Tuesday. Trailing behind her was a man with a purple flannel shirt, a long blonde ponytail, and sunglasses perched on his head for some reason.

Far from the strangest people she saw in this job, of course.

"I'm feeling something with a lot of action," said the man as he walked deeper into the store. "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking of -- ooh, no one told me Titanic was out on video!" The woman had stopped in front of the cardboard Titanic standee, apparently having lived under a rock until today.

"Did you somehow miss the nonstop ads on TV?" said the man, echoing Lisa's thoughts.

"I don't have time to watch that much TV. Some of us work for a living, you know," she said. "We have to rent this."

"Isn't it supposed to be four hours long? You know my attention span sucks."

"It'll be fine. I'll let you know when the interesting parts are happening."

Normally Lisa would mind her own business and not be especially interested in the usual chitchat of customers picking out movies, but right now it was the only thing keeping her alert. She idly flipped through a catalog as they talked.

The man picked up one of the many rental copies of Titanic and flipped it in his hands, a dubious look on his face. "I guess. And Lex might like it, he loves tragedy. It's cute when he's trying not to cry."

"I don't know, does Lex watch movies with color? You might blow his mind."

"I'm pretty sure he's still getting used to talkies."

"Anyway, I'm definitely getting this," said the woman. "And I think there's something else I'd like to take with me…"

Her tone of voice was a little strange. Lisa's brows furrowed in confusion as she pretended to be interested in winter fashion.

"Oh, right," the man said. "Brian wanted some video game. Ah, shit, what was it? I should've written it down. Final something."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Come on, Fitz, I want to show you something."

The two disappeared behind the rack of horror movies, their voices too low for Lisa to hear what they were saying. She was starting to get uneasy now. They were probably planning to shoplift, which was not at all the kind of excitement she was hoping for. Lisa ran her hand over the panic button on the underside of the counter, just in case.

The two split up and seemed to be browsing the movies. Lisa was keeping her eye on the man -- Fitz, what a goofy name -- who was over by the video game rentals, watching if he tried to slip one under his shirt. At the moment, he was staring at the video games as though they were some puzzle he needed to solve. This guy really didn't seem clever enough to get past our security, so maybe he was a distraction while --

"Hello, I had a question!" said the woman cheerfully. She had walked up to the front desk without Lisa even noticing, because she was too focused on the other customer.

It was probably part of their scheme -- the woman would distract the clerk, while the man stole video games. Lisa made a point of keeping her eye on Fitz while talking to her. "Sure, what do you need?"

"I was wondering if you have any good movies to help me sleep at night. Something calm… relaxing…" She yawned, and Lisa had to fight not to yawn along with her. "I have a hard time sleeping, and I take medicine that makes me so drowsy, so I could really use videos that will help me sleep."

"Um…" Lisa blinked slowly, feeling like her head was stuffed full of cotton. "We have some, um… some nature videos. Over there in the nature video section. Those are relaxing." God, she was way too fucking tired for this. She couldn't even think straight.

"Nature videos do sound relaxing. So, so relaxing." The woman's voice was very soothing, and her eyes were soothing too. "I think I might be able to fall asleep to a video of rain or waterfalls. Do you have anything else that would help me sleep? I get so tired this late at night."

Lisa yawned wide, and as oxygen hit her brain, she realized that she was being super unprofessional (not that she would get in trouble or anything) and that she had completely lost track of Fitz. Instead, she was gazing into this stranger's eyes, like that was a normal thing to do. "Well… uh…" she said, trying to tear herself away. "I think we probably have… like, lullaby videos for babies? In the kid videos. And we probably have some meditation videos over in the self-help section."

"Lullabies sound perfect," said the woman, a comforting smile on her face that made Lisa feel warm inside. "Lullabies are perfect when it's time for you to go to sleep. Don't you think so, Fitz?"

"I think you're right, Lily."

Lisa's hand was grasped by hands that were cold but incredibly soft. She realized that Fitz had also come up to the front desk, and was holding her hand for some bizarre reason. Before her sluggish thoughts could catch up to her and she could try to pull away, he began to rub a slow circle into her palm, and Lisa…

…just couldn't…

"There we go, sweet girl. You're so tired, aren't you? Tired and sleepy," said the woman. Lily.

"Mmm, she looks so drowsy. Like she could nod off at any second," Fitz agreed, as he stroked the palm of her hand so gently, a motion that seemed to steal away her focus and muddle her thoughts.

"Drowsy and docile. You'll be drowsy and docile for me, won't you?"

Fitz used his other hand to run his fingers down her jaw and tip her chin into his gaze. "You heard her. Drowsy and docile. Isn't that right?"

Lisa felt herself nod slowly. "Drowsy… and docile…" she said, her voice sounding like it was coming from a million miles away.

This wasn't right. There were alarms going off in the back of her mind, warning her of the danger. They were going to rob her. She was going to be in so much trouble. Why was she acting like this? Why couldn't she wake herself up?

"Shhh, shhh, just relax, dear," said Lily. "Everything's just fine. You're tired, aren't you? You just want to sleep."

"Go to sleep." Fitz's fingers traced down her neck. "Just go to sleep."

"I… I don't…" Lisa's vision was blurring, the buzzing fluorescent lights slipping in and out of her mind as her eyes began to close.

"It's okay, dear. Just have a little nap. You're safe with us. You can sleep."

"You look so, so tired. You want to shut those eyelids, don't you?"

"You do. You want to shut those heavy eyelids and go to sleep. It's time to sleep, dear. Sleep…"

Lisa, making a last ditch effort to resist whatever was happening here, pulled open her leaden eyelids. The new releases shelf was at an angle -- no, her head was tipped over, almost sinking onto the counter. Why couldn't she snap out of it, stay awake? It all felt like a dream -- not even the strangest dream she'd had about the shop.

"Poor sleepy girl," Lily whispered in her ear. "You're going to fall asleep now, all right? No more resisting, no more fighting, just a comfortable deep sleep."

The drowsiness was pouring into her from her hand and face where Fitz was touching her, like she was being drugged. Her thoughts strayed briefly to the panic button under the counter before her eyes shut and she slumped over completely. She just couldn't seem to stop herself from falling asleep…

"I've got her." Hands wrapped around Lisa's waist, and Fitz's voice was much closer now. "I can see why you wanted to take her. She smells delicious."

"I know good merchandise when I see it," said Lily.

Delicious? Merchandise? Lisa tried to stir.

"Shh, don't worry about it," said Lily, brushing hair out of Lisa's face. "Sleep tight. Pleasant dreams."

Lisa could feel herself being lifted in the air and carried, but she was too much asleep to protest or do anything about it.

"So I'm guessing we're taking her to the auction house, then?" said Fitz. "D'you think the Blockbuster's going to charge us a late fee if we don't return her?"

"Very funny, and yes, let's take her to the auction house. We can run a background check to make sure we haven't picked up anything too dangerous. I'm thinking she's going to fetch a nice payday," said Lily. "Oh, is this the video game your thrall wanted?"

"Hell if I know, but it's probably close enough. Could you grab that for me? Thanks."

Cool night air hit Lisa's face, waking her up just slightly as she realized she must be outside. Someone needs to close up the shop, she thought in a bleary daze. She heard a car door open.

"Stay with her in the back and keep her asleep, okay?"

"You're better at keeping thralls asleep. Are you sure you don't want to do it?"

"No, because I'm also better at driving. It'll be easier to keep her calm if we don't have you slamming the brakes and pounding the horn --"

"Oh c'mon, I only do that to people who deserve it."

The next thing Lisa knew, she was laying down. Her legs were only halfway on the seat and her head was in someone's lap. A chilled hand stroked her forehead and combed through her hair, and Lisa couldn't help but sink into it, losing herself.

"…could just take her home, you know."

"…don't think she's…"

"…don't you think she'd be a good match for…"

"…but she'd be worth…"

The voices slowly faded away as Lisa slipped deeper into slumber.

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[blushblushbear]

What if the kitsune’s got jealous?

Aki

tries to play it off like he's not jealous

is failing miserably

IT'S SO OBVS HE'S JEALOUS

is going to look for your attention once they're gone

might even ask if he's still your favorite when you two are alone

in a very pouty way of course

will step in and mention how much he enjoys being your BOYFRIEND

they're mine mine mine take the hint step off loser

lol

is very pouty later but NEEDS those affirmation cuddles

kicked puppy about the whole affair

and yet will still try and deny he's jealous

at least at first

maybe one of the only kistune boys who will finally be like OKAY FINE I'M JEALOUS, YOU DON'T GIVE ME ATTENTION LIKE THAT, GIVE ME ATTENTION NOW PLEASE OKAY

will accept apologies in the form of affection, cuddles, and snacks if you feel so inclined

but mostly just wants to be your center of attention again

will use tricks, pranks and even more puppy dog eyes to achieve that goal

Haru

tries and mostly succeeds at keeping it subtle

mostly

he's given away by the fact that he's usually not this tense

or this terriorial

very 'is this guy bothering you' vibes

will also be very clingy/affectionate around his target of jealousy just so they get the message

what exactly do they think they're getting all chummy with their partner for??

and where do they think they're going with this shtick???

excuse them????

some nerve

anyway

kiss honey <3

will also puppy dog for your attention but he may lay it on thicker than Aki

clinging to you

excessive pouting

asking if you if you want him to do that thing you like later tonight wink

cling cling hug hug kiss kiss IGNORES THE PEST THEY AREN'T WORTH HIS TIME but like a little kiss cause he misses your lips???

will low key deny the jealousy but also maybe confirm it in a backhanded way

'I get why they were all over you, who wouldn't be-- but didn't think you'd reciprocate. And with your boyfriend around. One would even think you're just TRYING to make me jealous'

and then he pouts

though sometimes it's followed with a expression of fear that he's not good enough

'are they... doing something I'm not for you??? what about them do you like so much better than me???'

gets really insecure about the whole affair frankly

also a little possessive

Fuyu

the KING of pretending he's not jealous while DEFINITELY WEARING IT ON HIS SHOULDER lol

it triggers a downward spiral of pride and insecurities

he both simultaneously knows he is a catch and also knows he is a bore/brute

worries and frets about the attention you were giving others

doesn't bring it up till you ask but also doesn't make it subtle that he's in a huff

pretends not to care or notice the attention he believes you were LAVISHING on the other party but it's so obvious it's eating away at him

but just as easily as he is made huffy, he is also soothed

a few kisses, a few words and acts of affection and he is putty in your hands once more

until his jealously is struck up again

he's ego is so fragile and his belief that he deserves your love so shaky that frankly the jealous gambit is a semi-normal part of your relationship

he doesn't necessarily put A Whole Show On about it every time but he does get quietly jealous fairly easily and will need to be reassured some what frequently

all while stubbornly holding to that he is not jealous and does not need to be coo'ed and coddled like a fussy child but also he's waiting for his kisses in he most pouty fashion imaginably while also denying that he's even doing so

such an ancient child this one can be...

[fieldsofwriting]

hi can I request olric with a reader who has feelings for him and he's too oblivious to notice... I'm in hell!

Oh I love this! I’m so mad we can not romance his big dumb himbo ass 😭 but yes! Here you go!

More under the cut!

You didn’t know how to make it more obvious. You have tried everything in your power to get him to notice you. Get him to understand that you do not want to be just friends.

But he is so stupid. So, so stupid in the most loving way you could think of. And here you were, next to March who was also just as invested at you. “He can’t be that dense.” He says.

“March, I have given him a whole dozen hard boiled eggs with a note that said ‘You scramble my heart.’ I don’t think he likes me.” You sighs slumping down against the counter at the blacksmith shop.

“Okay, we’ll consider he’s dumb. Puns don’t work on him. Why don’t you just tell him?” He sighs.

“Because what if he doesn’t like me back March! Then i’d be humiliated and I’d never be able to come here again!” You whine, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Oh nooo, such a shame.” He smirks, “But I bet Orlic thinks you’re cool too. You just gotta do something more…obvious.” March suggests. “Here- I’ll talk to him tonight okay? Then report back.”

Jumping up you quickly hug him. “Oh thank you, thank you March!” You beams before rushing back out.

Orlic, just a few feet away from the blacksmith shop grins as he sees you rush out. A big grin on your face. “Wow! I’m so glad thier getting along with March.” He says to Ryis.

Ryis raises an eyebrow. It was no secret you had a big fat crush on him. “Uh, huh. You should go talk to them.”

Growing serious, Orlic nods. “Hey! Y/N! Wait up!” He says waving frantically to get you to slow down. Once catching up to you he grins, “How’s it going with March?”

You blink, “Uh…okay? I just talked to him and he agreed to help me out on a favor. Why?” You say, trying to play it cool.

“Wow! You guys’s relationship must be going super well then huh!” He smiles, as brightly as he can. You want to understand how this man can be so pretty- and so dense at the same time.

“Uh, yeah?” You chuckle awkwardly, “Just like normal friends I guess? Anyways- sorry to dip but I need to grab something from the Inn. But- uh, here!” Pulling out a stone with a little heart on it you pass it to him before jogging off.

Orlic blinks, nodding as he takes this very serious. Making his way over to March and handing him the stone. “I think this is for you!” He beams.

March, slowly like a cat, blinks. Looking at the rock with an ‘O’ and your initial painted on it. “…it’s definitely not dude. Look.” He holds it up so his brother can see. “That’s not my initial.”

“…Then…why would Y/N give it to me?” He says slowly taking the rock and looking at it confused. March sighs heavily, patting his shoulder.

“Orlic. I think they like you.”

“Y/N…likes me?” He says slowly, before a grin starts to spread. “I thought they liked you!”

“Trust me big guy. They don’t.” March laughs warmly, “Go tell them please so they stop whining to me.”

Orlic nods, rushing off down to your farm. All this time! And he never knew! All of the gifts, every time you stopped to talk! It just made more and more sense! By the time he knew it he was pounding on your front door. Looking at your shocked face as you answered.

“Orlic? What’s up?”

“You like me!” He says, grinning ear to ear.

Your face goes hot as he says it. Eyes widening in embarrassment. You could curl up in a little ball and die. What- how?! March! Oh, the next time you saw him you were gonna give him so much shit! “I like you too.” Orlic says quickly, catching you even more off guard.

“Huh-“

“And I’d like to take you on a date! To make up for being a bonehead.” He nods, offering you his hand. “I know the Inn is not well the most private place but…”

Quickly putting your hand in his you smile and nod. “Yes.” You say quickly. “Yes I will go on a date with you.”

A/N: Sorry it’s kinda short! But I’m working 8 days in a row with no break 💀 If you want more Orlic x reader though just ask!

[prac-ticalproblems]

Well now you're tempting us. Tell us more of your headcanons for the guy! As a starting point, you can go with his background, and ties to Radigan and Classic Engie. I'm. Very normal about the (not confirmed but I say rather likely) lineage of Engineers busting their Texan asses to work for Administrator.

DONT TEMPT ME, you VIXEN.

But I shall! Just for you!

I feel like Radigan was a hard ass.

For sure. He was definitely the type of person to have his trophies and awards and his achievements in a glass box while his son’s picture was flipped upside down on his desk.

He’s the type of guy that you call Sir more than Dad. Or Grandfather. I feel like he sticks to his work more than his family. Or at least, that is what is most likely.

He wasn’t only an engineer, he was an Inventor. He created things humanity couldn’t or perhaps wouldn’t comprehend on its own. He was a great mind, and I don’t think he would ever let that down.

Not to say genius runs in the family but I do believe their strive is a little more than simple ambition! I think it’s just learning at a young age but ALSO I believe strongly that it comes from that need, that want to connect to someone who feels distant like that.

So I think Fredrick, the prodigal son, HAD TO have given our Engie one of the most loving caring childhoods ever. I can not imagine this being anything but canon.

I think Fred was so fucking sweet. Maybe he had a tough upper lip in what he believed but I SURELY believe he meant entirely well for his son. Sure, he was a merc, with a kid on the battlefield. But I don’t think he would have ever pulled out the stops for his son.

I think he was the type of man to say you couldn’t have a cookie but slide you one under the table just for tonight. To make hot cocoa because you had a nightmare. To care.

We’ll never know how much of a massive unadulterated concentration of autism runs through these fucks but I’m sure this is a hyperfixation, bleeding into generational trauma and expectations. I have very strong feelings about the Conagher family and its works.

Also, that’s not bringing up the concept of the respawn machine in relation to the classics! Engies probably seen his father die countless times!

(Squirrels this idea away for angst maybe)

Anyway, the Conagher bloodline NEEDS to be touched upon. I’m such a sucker for these sorts of things.

[writingmeraki]

WORTH IT ?

summary : When your best friend, Heechan, sets you up with someone who he knows is the perfect match for you, you begin to contemplate his words when said perfect match almost leaves you stranded. Definitely not the first impression Guesung had hoped for.

pairing : cho guesung x gn!reader, strangers to friends to more (?)

genre : romance, humor (attempt), fluff.

warnings : alcohol consumption, cussing.

author's note : welp pretend this is not a part of a series cause i'm scrapping that idea haha anyways ! let me know what you think ? (not entirely proofread.)

word count : 3.6K

Admittedly you were pissed.

Very pissed because you were not the type to go on blind dates because for one you didn’t believe you’d ever be able to get along with someone who you’d never met in your life, not even once, a typical stranger let alone go on a date with them in your first-time meeting.

But also secondly your paranoia was on another level and you also hated to admit it, you were very nervous. Which is normal right? Yet the thing was you were feeling a little insecure. Insecure about whether the stranger who was going to arrive anytime soon now, yes you had arrived there first, would find you well…attractive.

Then again though,  that is all you were, strangers, and you think you fuck it who cares about their opinions as you down your 2nd cup of ridiculously expensive red wine, it seemingly cooling your nerves as well as leaving a sweet aftertaste that complimented your slightly bitter insecure thoughts. Yet you had gone out tonight, even Heechan, your one and only best friend who was in fact the one who set you up (more like forced to be set up) on this blind date.

He did say the guy was a good friend of his and was the perfect match for you while all you had done was scoff at his words and roll your eyes at the finally finding your perfect match because in your 23 years of existence all men ever did to you was disappoint. [ Except Heechan though but you would never admit it to him.]

You took a deep breath calming your nerves and once again rose your hand up to look at the time on your dainty little watch you adored since you bought it with your very first paycheck.

‘8 :47’ it read and you could not help but frown a bit, unknowingly it had already been 17 minutes past the initial meet up time Kangin had told you on. You do think showing up ten minutes earlier was a bit extra but you thought it was better just in case but now you had been waiting for almost half an hour and you were getting even more bored.

You picked up your phone, ready to cuss at your best friend for setting you up with a no show, his good friend or not, it was still asshole behavior for standing you up. Feeling some inkling of embarrassment begin to creep up your mind as you also realized you did agree on this and skeptical thoughts regarding this Heechan’s so called friend initially agreeing thinking you were desperate and decided to toy with your agreement and not show up.

On the third ring, Heechan picked up and you could hear the slight surprise in his voice because he didn’t expect you to call so…soon.

“Yo Y/N- wait why are you calling me right now? Aren’t you supposed to be on your date?” He asked with genuine confusion and you could tell he had no idea.

Letting out a sarcastic chuckle “Well since you’re so eager to set me up with a self date, I thought why not just call you in hmm?”

“Self date wha- Hold on Guesung is not there?” He asked now with concern hinting in his shock “Trust me I wouldn’t have called you in if your Guesung hadn’t been a no show.”

You spat through gritted teeth in an agitated voice as you ran your free hand through your hair which had taken so much time to do. You were also beginning to feel hot in your coat as it had been a cold night in Seoul so you decided to leave on your coat even though you did feel like ditching it so you could do the cliché your date gives you his coat as you feel cold.

Now you just felt stupid as you wished instead of his coat or jacket, you wished he had been the one to show up. You felt stupid to feel a bit hurt over a fucking stranger but it was not like you didn’t have the right to. Heechan had given you some high expectations through his tales of his friend about how incredible he is and so totally your type. You felt obligated to tell Heechan he owed you a lot, maybe strawberry shortcake with some chocolate milkshakes would make up for it, but still you felt it was not enough.

“You so owe me for this seriously like what an assho-“

“Wait just a minute, Guesung should have been there, he literally left my place at 8 wanting to show up early even when I insisted for him to go like at 8:20 or something.” Heechan defended his teammate who was basically his dongsaeng as well.

“Let me do one thing I’ll call him yeah?” He said as he sat up from his lying down position, and just as you were about to respond him, the little bell on the door jiggled, indicating someone had walked in.

A rush of cool breeze swept in as the man quickly closed the restaurant door behind him, catching his breath as he swept his hand over his previously tame hair which had become slightly messy as though he had been running through the night as the wind tousled his perfectly set pulled back slick hair.

And that was not too far off, as Guesung looked at his own expensive watch that sat on his wrist, cursing mentally as he realized he was late.

Very fucking late.

His eyes lifted up as he tried to smooth down the imaginary wrinkles on his blazer of his Louis Vuitton Suit, fixing up his black tie properly and making sure his hair was once again set as to how it was before, or well tried to but a few impatient strands escaped and rested gently on his forehead.

He scanned the room, hoping you had not actually ditched him because that would imply you already had a judgement on him, which he knew was not a good one as it would also mean you thought you’d been stood up and already concluded him an asshole.

He mentally once again cursed at the paparazzi who had gone absolutely nuts once he had left Heechan’s apartment, following him while shoving their cameras in his face all while the bright lights almost blinded him. He knew to expect this already but he had underestimated his own fame once the world cup had ended, and alas faced the consequences on the worst possible days out of all.

Him being the gentleman he was and also just for the sake of you being a stranger as well, didn’t want them to intrude on his own privacy or even endanger your own privacy, so he stalled them, tried to stall them and shot quick texts to Kangin of help which the latter had been more than helpful as he distracted them so that Guesung could literally make a run for it.

It was good, he was an athlete and a fit one at that because holy fuck running almost 15 minutes continuously in a damn suit was very very impressive.

You had looked up the moment the bell had jiggled, stuck in your own star struck daze as you looked at the man who’d stepped in, and blinking to make sure you hadn’t accidentally fallen asleep and this wasn’t one a trick of your hyperactive imagination.

Your jaw dropped literally when his eyes locked with yours as a look of acknowledgement followed and he began making his way towards you.

Holy fucking shit, that- that’s Guesung ?!?

You whispered out your thoughts unknowingly and a static sound of a chuckled echoed in your ear as you pulled the phone out of your ear, slightly cringing at your words when you realized you had thought out loud, mentally wanting to hit yourself.

“So I’m guessing he has finally shown up huh? Well don’t forget the rules of a first date, no kissi-” You hang up as Heechan’s chuckle came through and before he could begin his teasing as you felt your own face heat up at the cut words and cleared your throat placing your phone down on the table and sat up straight as Guesung finally made his way over and stood next to his own seat.

“Um sorry, but are you perhaps Y/N? I am Guesung. Heechan’s friend, you know the one who uh- organized this whole thing.” He spoke with nervousness seemingly apologetic and it did make you think back a little on your judgment of him being an asshole but you couldn’t jump to conclusions just yet. Frankly, the man was the definition of a fucking model, the looks, the height, and everything, you’d think he would have the ego of a typical male but the apologetic look on his face and the tone of his voice contradicted your own judgment.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, as you tried not to let your heart be biasing your angry thoughts but God it was so hard especially when his eyes twinkled with a sorriness and one of his hand raising up to fix his tie for the third time since he stepped into the restaurant (yes you kept count)

You clicked your tongue narrowing your eyes, as you leaned backwards to look into his eyes directly “Well Guesung, for your information, yes I am Y/N you know the person who you’ve kept waiting for almost an hour now.” You finished chuckling sarcastically, your last few words being laced with more spite than you intended to and you suppose it was now the hunger taking over.

You decided it was rude to keep him standing, even though you suppose he could have sat if he wanted to but you felt like he was waiting for your permission and that little thing did more to your heart than you wished it would have, you lifted one of your hands, pointing towards the seat in front of you “This table is not meant for one you know? You should take your seat since it is yours anyways.”

His eyes widened slightly, as the tip of his ears became a light shade of pink in embarrassment and you almost felt bad for being hostile towards him but it was not your fault as well because he had yet to explain as to why he was late. He sat down in front of you, even though he was nervous, he didn’t let it affect him physically as in he made sure to not let clumsiness play a part tonight, as he sat down letting his hands rest on his lap, and even when he sat down he still managed to make you look small, or maybe he was just too tall you justified your average height.

“So, why? Why were you so late?” You sat a little straighter as he cleared his own throat, running his hand through his hair once again, a habit, you noted. He let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed slightly in his seat, you eyed his frame, trying not to obliviously check him out again for the 10th time, it was just to observe his body language, you argued with yourself.

He seemed slightly out of breath which made you furrow your eyebrows, you of course could not see that when he first walked in but now you could clearly see it and wondered, unconsciously pouting slowly as you tried to think of reasons while being lost in your mind.

Guesung’s eyes moved to your lips as he scanned your face and noted the small furrow and pout, before even fully thinking of an answer, he replied “Sorry, really, I promise I did leave early but- but the media, they can’t just give me a damn break, ever since I came back to Seoul, they have been on our backs like fucking hawks, I swear I tried to come early but I had to run here and I had no other better option than that, it got really crowded and again I really am sorr-“

“Hey, hey first of all calm down.” You told as he was going to continue his ramble, placing your hand on his which were now folded on the table, fiddling clearly showing his emotions, and you placed yours on top because  you could not really think of any other reason other than hoping it would somehow calm him down.

Comfort from a supposed stranger seemed to have worked.

He stopped fidgeting and took a deep breath as he looked away, his cheeks now a shade of scarlet and you really tried not to fall then and there like a shameless person because you did have some self-respect but the man in front of you was just too…too cute.  You pulled away your hand quickly once he seemed to have calmed down and he continued, now a little more relaxed,

“The reason I got even more late was because I called up Kangin so that he could help me out of the whole mess and it did work but also- I had to make a run for it here…quite literally.”

You widened your eyes as he finished talking and now it made sense as to how disheveled he looked when he walked in, though it did not make him any less attractive, and were honestly impressed because running in a damn suit let alone running itself was a task, though you suppose him being an athlete of course benefitted him in that aspect unlike your non existent work out routine.

“That’s- that’s wow okay, I definitely was not expecting that I won’t lie, I think I forgot you guys are like famous now.” You told chuckling at the end, an indicator that you weren’t as upset anymore because his explanation did make sense and you also told the honest truth because you genuinely forgot these guys were actually famous after the whole world cup thing.

“Though are you alright now? Do you want some water or something? I didn’t order anything because I was waiting for you since I didn’t know what you’d like.” You asked him with ease and he nodded skeptically, unsure whether you were being sarcastic or not as you rolled your eyes seeing the skepticism on his face “Look it’s fine I guess, I forgive you for being late, it’snot your fault I suppose.”

Guesung looked at you surprised by your words but they did the work as he let out a sigh of relief, you understood more easily but then again you did already have a famous best friend so he guesses you have already experienced the tardiness of another showing up way late than you did,

“But! You still have a lot of making up to do.”

You finished with a cheeky tone to lift up the mood and with a tiny smirk which Guesung couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at which you also giggled a bit trying not to be swayed so easily but the way his eye became small crescents as his cheeks pulled up.

Clearing his throat, he gently spoke “Then I guess we deserve a proper introduction right?”

He leaned ahead, while he crossed his arms, taking in a casual stance, evidentially feeling more at ease now as the misunderstandings had been cleared, and you raised an eyebrow at his posture, wondering what he was thinking.

“So…you come here often?” He said in an flirtatious deep voice, which broke any resounding tension, that had you smiling as you leaned forward wanting to muse along with him.

“Never been here in my life.” You said whispery, as you continued smiling, his eyes now twinkling in delight which made you giggle as you put your hand to cover your mouth, you own eyes now squinting in laughter.

“Interesting, interesting…you come here alone often then? I see you already ordered something to drink huh?”

“Well…” You said trying to appear deep in thoughts for an answer “I hadn’t known I would have wait so long for you. And maybe I needed the liquid courage.” You shrugged at him and he laughed at your response shaking his head,

“Then I am sorry to have kept you waiting,” He spoke with sincerity again and even though you had told him it’s okay, you still replied “All’s forgiven but again you still have a lot of making up to do.”

He giggled at your words and then smirked slyly “Oh don’t worry darling, I promise I’ll give you the time of your life.”

“That’s a bold proposition.” You spoke, your eyes shimmering with mirth as one corner of your lips turned up, you bit your lip trying not to grin like an idiot again.

“Babe, you don’t know me just yet then but you’ll find out eventually.” He winked at you which made you slightly blush as you tried to cover up the fact that he was affecting you with nervous chuckles.

“Well then I’d be delighted to find more about you, Mr. Cho Guesung.”

And the rest of the evening went with the same ease, both of you flowing into an effortless conversation as he told you about his own life, which lead to eventually you telling about yours, what you did for a living, your friends and family, especially how you knew Heechan, which you told that he was a good friend of yours since your high school days and he paid attention to everything you told with an interest that had your heart fluttering.

Though he was shocked when he found out you barely knew anything about football, as you had always been more of the literature and music nerd rather than the sporty type which he of course did not mind, even though he was a football star, he knew it was not everyone’s cup of tea. He was delighted when you promised you would come to see one of his games if he was willing to teach you about the sensational sport to which he agreed more than eagerly which had had you chuckling.

Guesung and you had been in your own bubble, just talking and the apparent chemistry between you both seemed to worked well. So, when the time came to eventually end the evening, the tiny disappointment was something inevitable and to your unknown surprise Guesung felt the exact same way.

Gosh Heechan was right…for once. Why does the evening have to end so soon?

You both thought as you exited the warm restaurant now the cool Seoul breeze passing by making you rub your hands over your arms, even though your coat did sit comfortably on your arms, let us just say you felt extra sensitive to the entire winter season no matter how much you’d think you layered up.

Guesung saw your smaller form shivering while your teeth chattered, a habit you had whenever the weather got too cold even by a little, unknowingly smiling gently as he began removing his blazer. You noticed this and widened your eyes,

“Oh no Guesung, it’s totally fine, you’d be cold and anyways I already am wearing a coat-”

Before you could argue more, he had already placed his larger blazer over your shoulders, now it completely draped over you while masking you in his cologne.

It smelled…nice, just as he did of course.

You looked at him and grinned, your eyes shining under the soft moonlight and Guesung felt his heart skip as he got lost into the stars they held. And under the moonlight, he too looked like a prince, his features delicately standing out as your eyes traced his angel kisses.

“Thank you. And actually thank you for showing up as well…for a second there I thought I was stood up you know ?” You spoke jokingly as you slipped your hands through the blazer, now fully enveloped in it, letting it fall till a little below your waist. It seemed like a perfect as though it were meant for someone your size.

You continued to smile even though you now jokingly narrowed your eyes, your cheeks pulled up, indicating you were messing around with him, not meaning that you were upset now, well you were before he had his explanation but as the evening passed by, time felt unreal as you spent it more with the man who had a charming smile and an equally charming personality. The whole evening was indeed worth it when you realized the grin on your face refused to remove itself in his presence.

Guesung rolled his eyes as he clicked his tongue, trying to not smile widely at your cuteness but he failed to do so as he bowed his head in a fancy way “My deepest apologies, your majesty, is there any way to possibly earn your full forgiveness?”

You giggled gently at his accent, playfully putting your finger on your chin as you stared of seemingly in deep thought “Well, I do know one way?”

You bit your lip as you stood in front of him, trying not to burst out laughing at the way his eyes shone with curiosity and eagerness at your answer.

For a man as tall who one would think would be intimidating, he was not definitely playing the part, you thought.

And in a moment, you stood on your tip toes and placed your hands, gently on his shoulders as you raised your head and placed a soft peck on his cheek. You stood back at your place, now bursting out in laughter as Guesung looked taken aback, his face now feeling warmer despite the harsh winds, because he was, out of everything, not expecting that.

“I think all is definitely forgiven now.”

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[matthewkniesys]

maybe I love you too? - jamie drysdale

Summary: Have you fallen in love with your best friend, Jamie? Its probably not worth think about anyways cause if you have there is no way it would ever work, right? But what if it does?

Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x fem!Reader

A/n: it was the most amazing persons birthday @marcoskasper the other day and so this is a bit of a suprise fic for her.... sorry i couldnt finish in time tani... anyways hope you like it 💜

Warnings: partying, small mentions drinking, mentions of anxiety and some light swearing. I think that's all but if anything else should be add please tell me!

Parties were definitely not Jamie's scene, but they were definitely yours and every once in awhile you were able to convince him to tag along. What you never knew or realised was the fact that he hated going was cause he had to see you with other guys.

You hadn't hung out with Jamie in awhile so you weren't sure why he suddenly wanted to come. Nonetheless you were very excited.

You and Jamie had been best friends for years and it was only recently you started feeling butterflies when your hands touched or when he gave you one of his shy smiles. You always just told yourself it was from attraction and you had no real feelings for him. Even if you did it didn't matter. He was leaving to play in California next year and you were going off to University.

You took extra care getting ready for the party tonight. You tried to convince yourself it was cause, Tyler, the guy you liked was gonna be there but honestly everything with him had been feeling a little lackluster lately. You weren't sure why. You had liked him since 8th grade. You didn't understand why all of a sudden it had all changed.

None the less, you were really excited for this party. You grab your keys, say goodbye to your parents, telling them you'll be home by midnight or will call if you'll can't, then leave.

Jamie is waiting for you when you pull up to his house. He jumps in the passenger side. He looks you up and down. Damn there are those butterflies again.

"You look really beautiful, y/n." Says Jamie.

"You don't have to say that." You reply.

"I know," is all Jamie says back. He says it with such a certainty that it give you goosebumps. You swallow hard and turn the keys in the ignition, starting the car.

For the 15 minutes drive to the party the car is quiet. You got there and entered the party together.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks," Jamie mumbles and then walks towards the kitchen.

"Okay." You answer, but Jamie is already gone.

It was strange. Usually he tried to stick to your side all night. Oh well, you'll find him eventually.

You entered the crowd of sweaty bodies and began to mingle. You say hi to all your friends. When you are talking to a few friends, you see Jamie exit the kitchen. The two of you make eye contact and he give you a smile. A smile just for you, one that made you feel like you were the only girl in the room, when there was actually probably at least 25. You smile back, trying to make it as meaningful as the one he gave you.

He makes his way over to you, and it seems as if all the tension there had been on the car ride over had evaporated. He says hi to your friends and then drapes his arm over your shoulder. The gesture makes butterflies erupt in your abdomen.

After a little while Jamie whispers in your ear, "hey I'm gonna go and say hi to some friends, k?"

You give him a soft smile, turning back to your conversation.

Tyler wanders over to where you and a few other guys were talking about hockey. Usually this would make you insanely happy but now it's just feels like "oh that's my friend Tyler." It doesn't make sense to you that you could have feeling for someone for that long and all of a sudden they just disappear.

As the conversation progresses you notice that you aren't really think about things that normally would have plagued your brain when you're around Tyler.

"Y/n," You heard someone, Tyler, calling.

"Uh what?" Is all you can respond with. You hadn't even realised you had zoned out. You found yourself doing that a lot lately... most often when you're thinking about Jamie, but it's probably cause you spend so much time with him, right?

He's your best friend... it just wouldn't work.

You see Jamie across the room and when he spots you his face completly clouds over. He gets a pout that would be adorable if you didn't get the feeling it was directed at you. You wave him over but he just brushes it off. You tell yourself maybe it's cause he didn't see but you know that that's not it. The problem is, what is it then?

Ignoring the sinking feeling that something isn't right between you and Jamie, you return to the conversation. You chime in every once in awhile, but it so half-hearted. After another 20 minutes you decide to find Jamie.

You can't find him anywhere in the living room, so you head over to the kitchen. You find him leaning against the counter, drinking out of a red solo cup, looking overall pretty sad.

"Hey Jame, what's up?." You ask, feeling a squeezing pain in your chest at the thought of him being sad.

"Nothing much," he mumbles.

"I don't believe you," You reply.

"I don't know why you wouldn't," he shoots back.

"Jamie... you're my best friend. I know when you're mad."

"Last time I checked best friends hang out often."

For a moment you were shocked. It was so unlike Jamie to ever say something out of anger. He's so level-headed and he was so good at controlling his barely present temper.

"I've been busy an- and there is just so much going on with grad."

"Stop with all the excuses! We are, I think, best friends. We make time for each other. Y/n, I'm so scared of losing you when I go away to play hockey and you go to uni and I feel like that whole process is just starting early. I can't lose you."

You feel tears spring to your eyes. You don't know how to reply so all you say is, "why?".

"Why, what?" Jamie asks back.

You take a breath, "why can't you lose me? You'll make friends. Everyone loves you."

"Are you already giving up?" He asks, ou can see tears brimming in his eyes.

"No."

After a moment Jamie speaks, "You asked why and the answer is as simple as because I love you. Y/n, I love you so much and definitely not in a we're just friends way."

For a moment it felt as if you were paralyzed. You had no idea what to do but you did know that the feelings you had been burying for weeks had been for Jamie.

You had never really felt this way for anyone. Your past crushes had been just that, a crush. With Jamie it felt bigger, more real. In that moment you realised you couldn't lose him either.

You take a deep breath, "Maybe I love you too."

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[snugglebug-92]

Could you write a fic where the reader makes a joke about beard burn to her friends and how she wouldn't mind some on her thighs and Jimmy overhears and offers to eat her out until she has some beard burn.

You had a few of your friends over at the house to pre-game for the party the boys were going to be hosting later that night. You were a few shots deep which meant you had a lot less of a filter than normal. Both Hannah and Alex were also a few shots deep so the three of you were talking about random fantasies the three of you had.

"Y/n I wouldn't mind your brother ramming into me the same way he rams players into the boards," Alex giggles. It was no secret she thought your brother was hot but then so did half of the girls on campus. You shake your head at the girl before leaning back against your bed.

"He's still home Lex. You better hope he didn't hear you," you laugh as her face turns red. She takes another shot and looks at you.

"Okay so we know Hannah likes Char, I like your brother but who do you like?" Alex questions.

"It doesn't matter," you shrug.

"Yes, it does," Hannah speaks up.

"Look if I give you a name will you drop it?" you question.

"Yes," both girls squeal.

"Snuggs," you say, and both girls' eyes go wide.

"The freshman?" Alex blinks at you.

"Yes the freshman," you roll your eyes.

"I have so many questions," Alex giggles.

"You said if I gave you a name you would drop it," you narrow your eyes at her.

"Please?" she begs.

"Fine just one question," you sigh knowing with how drunk she is the whole conversation will be forgotten tomorrow morning anyways.

"So you aren't worried he's like a virgin or bad in bed since he's like a freshman," Alex asks giggling, at every other word.

"Look I really don't care if he's not super great in bed. He's a sweetheart plus he has a beard so beard burn between my thighs and that alone is worth it," you moan thinking about it.

Little did you know right outside your open door listening to the conversation was Jimmy. He didn't know who you were talking about but all he heard was beard burn and he felt himself get hard. He knew he shouldn't be feeling that way about you but you were gorgeous and he had been head over heels in love since he first met you when he took a tour and met the team last year. He quickly walked away forgetting what he needed from the kitchen going back to the boys.

The three of you decide you had pre-gamed enough and head to the party. Alex goes to flirt with some guys and Hannah after a lot of convincing from you goes to talk to Charlie. You knew Charlie thought she was pretty and all the both of them needed was a little push.

You were leaning against the wall watching everyone when you feel an arm slip around your waist. You stiffen but don't put up a fight knowing by how muscular it is you would lose the fight. You slowly look up and see none other than Jimmy causing you to instantly relax.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," you smile slightly cuddling into his side. You were always a very touchy person so it wasn't unusual.

"You look beautiful tonight," he compliments. A light blush coats your cheeks and you are thankful that is it not very light in the house otherwise he would have seen in.

"Thank you," you grin. Jimmy wraps his other arm around you and places his head on your shoulder. The two of you stand in silence for a while until he finally speaks up.

"So I have a question," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah," you nod.

"What was that about beard burn between your thighs?" he questions. Your stomach drops and your face goes pale.

"I didn't mean anything about it I just," you sigh.

"I could help you with that. I mean I've got a little something here," he gestures to his face. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the boy. He looks at your expression and gulps. He definitely just ruined his chances with his dream girl now.

"I shouldn't have said that I'm gonna go," Jimmy sighs. You take one second to do the only rational thing in your mind. You absolutely plant one on him. He doesn't even freeze but instead, presses you against the wall. Your hands tangle in his hand and you moan when he slips his thigh between your legs brushing against your clothed center.

"Jimmy please," you whisper and he grabs your hand before leading you to your house. You two stumble up the stairs mainly due to the fact you keep trying to kiss.

Once you get up to your room he places you against the door and slots his lips to yours. You tug at his shirt and he slips it off before cupping your cheek.

"You still want this baby?" he questions looking into your eyes.

"Please kiss me," you beg. In a second his lips are back on yours. You thread your fingers through his brunette locks and he carries you to your bed. He sides your jean jacket off leaving you in just a pair of leggings and your bra top. He places open-mouthed kisses along the side of your jaw causing you to squirm under him. He reaches your collarbone and his hands ghost the top of your bra. You nod and he takes it off before cupping your breasts. He rolls both nipples causing you to arch your back against him. He kisses down to your waistband and you quickly shed those leaving you in just a pair of panties.

"We can stop right here if you want," he whispers placing kisses against your thigh.

"Please just ruin me," you moan, and his eyes darken.

"Okay," he growls ripping your panties off before rubbing his nose against your clit. He looks up at you before licking up your slit. Your eyes roll back to your head as he sucks your clit. He grazes your clit with his teeth causing you to arch your back and grind down against his face. You clench around nothing as you feel your first orgasm already approaching. You don't know if it's the fact you are slightly buzzed, the fact your dream man is on your knees for you, or how good he is but your cumming and he's barely even started.

"Do you want my fingers?" he questions and you nod.

"Please please," you whine as he slips one in. You scream out his name as his finger brushes your G-spot and you are seeing stars. He adds a second finger and you scream. Jimmy's thrusting his fingers in and out of you while sucking your clit and it's all so much. Your second orgasm is approaching and you cum on his fingers. He pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue. You're a moaning mess while his head is buried between your thighs and you never want him to stop. It feels so good and you're on the verge of your third orgasm when you start to feel it. The slight scratch of his stubble brushing against your sensitive thighs. You tug on his hair and he keeps his pace as you go into your 3rd orgasm. He pulls away and looks up at you watching your chest heave.

"Doin so good for me pretty girl," he smiles. You moan as you see his face coated in your slick. He places a kiss against your clit and you slightly push him away.

"Jimmy," you moan.

"You got one more in you, pretty girl. Please for me," he looks up at you and you nod as he gently sucks at your clit. He knows it won't take long so he's slow about everything wanting to savor this as long as possible. Your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train and you go limp as he pulls away. He stands up and cups your face pulling your attention to him.

"Do you need me to?" you question looking at him.

"No I already did," he blushes. You go to stand up but as your legs brush against each other you moan in discomfort. His dick wasn't even in you and you can barely walk. What was it going to be like when it was? He grabs his t-shirt and slips it over your head before carrying you to the bathroom. Once you are done in there you two go back to your bedroom and crawl into your bed. As you start to fall asleep Jimmy starts to leave causing you to grab his hand.

"Please stay," you beg and he slips into bed right next to you. You turn around in his arms and place your head on your chest before falling asleep.

When you wake up the next morning Jimmy is gone but he left you a note you a quick to hide from your brother. Your door swings open to reveal Alex.

"Girl guess what," she squeals.

"As soon as you get me a pair of shorts or something I'll guess," you yawn. She grabs you a pair of shorts and holds up some panties causing you to nod. She tosses both your way and you slip the panties on. She looks at your thighs and her eyes go wide.

"Holy shit you didn't," she says. You shrug and she pulls you down forcing you to explain everything.

"Yeah, basically he overheard us and then made it a reality last night. 4 times and he didn't need anything in return. Best night of my life. Plus he didn't even use his dick and I could barely walk. Imagine what it will be like when he does," you laugh.

"Girl I still can't believe it's a freshman. Like yeah, Hannah likes a freshie but he's 21. You're a cougar," she giggles.

"What can I say. He's hot, plays hockey, and is great in bed," you shrug.

"Girl you better hope your brother doesn't find out," she says before pulling you downstairs. You shake your head at the girl but you hope that last night wasn't a one-time thing.

[infatuatedheloise]

HOLY SHIT GUYS OH MY GOD (long post sorry)

so the awards ceremony is tonight and obviously I'm dressed up. I'm wearing a blazer that I don't normally wear, so I feel a little awkward in it.

I am also...... well endowed, let's say, so I can't button it all the way to the top, but I don't like the way it looks with none of the buttons closed, so I've been wearing it with only two buttons done, but wasn't sure if that was acceptable

In a moment of insecure boldness, I stopped by abelard's office literally just to ask if it looked ok. I said, "does this...look okay?" he stood up (I guess to evaluate my outfit better?? or to feel less awkward about me standing and him sitting???)

I then said, "like, with the two buttons? I don't think it'll..." and then I ATTEMPTED TO CLOSE THE BUTTON but it obviously wouldn't close, looked up at him and finished my sentence: "go all the way" he nodded and laughed/smiled and said, "uh huh"

Then me: "it's either two or nothing and I don't like the way it looks with none"

He said, "No yeah it looks fine"

and that was really it but OH MY GOD I cannot believe that I 1. asked his opinion on my outfit and 2. Mentioned that my jacket won't close and then SHOWED HIM how it won't close because my chest is too big 😭😭😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I am so insane..........but also..... not like he wouldn't have realized that my chest is big anyway but like basically directly pointing it out to him to his face is crazyyyyyyyyyyy

BUT THERE'S MORE!!!

later I was walking in the hallway when my top button literally fell off and thankfully I caught it but I was like panicking like oh my god what if I can't fix this I'm gonna look awful

I walked past his office and he said hello, I stopped and said hi back, he asked me how it's going, I said "Good, but my button just fell off and I don't know if I can get it back on.." I stepped into his office and said, "I haven't tried to fix it yet but it looks like it just screws onto itself again." He came over to me and I handed him the button since he asked for it and without me asking or saying anything, HE STARTED TRYING TO PUT IT BACK ON FOR ME. which, very nice! but also. I WAS STILL WEARING THE JACKET and it was the button literally right on my...yknow, chest. So. He was trying to screw this button back on. While I was still wearing the jacket. HE WAS SOOOOOOO FUCKING CLOSE TO ME OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD and like he didn't touch me and was in fact trying very hard not to touch me so much so that he wasn't able to get it put back on. But like oh my god the image of looking down to my chest and his hands being there trying to screw this button back onto my jacket will be forever burned into my brain OH MY GOD IMAGINE IF SOMEOME SAW THAT?!?!?!??!?! like my back was to the door and he was sooooo close to me and right in front of me, I have no idea what that would've looked like from outside the office (his door was open) and then he told me to take my jacket off and try putting it back on that way so I did. imagine if someone saw him trying to put the button on and then saw me TAKE OFF MY JACKET ohhhhhh shit we could've gotten into soooo much trouble there lol ALSO under my blazer I'm only wearing a tank top except you can see soooooo much of my bra (mostly the straps but sometimes it slips down so you see more of my bra) so he DEFINITELY saw at least a little bit of my bra (at the very least the straps though maybe more? I didn't look to see how much was exposed but I pulled up my shirt anyway go make sure I was covered). also one of the straps fell down so I pulled it up and I *watched* his eyes look to my arm as I did that. So. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. anyway. this is all insane. I'm going to think about this for the rest of my life oh my god he was so close to touching me I wish he had </3 >/3 </3

[9stxrsan]

WHATCHAMACALLIT||PJM|| PROLOGUE

The feeling of that night replays in Kadira’s mind, over and over again. Never stopping, she reminisces about the same thing, his hair, his body, his voice, his eyes… those eyes. Full of lust and satisfaction. Never in a million years would she think that she could feel anything slightly similar to the touch of that guy… that mysterious guy, who’s name she might have forgotten, however his face will always be stuck in her head… making her feel that same satisfaction as she did before.

Warnings|| Explicit scenes, crying, fighting, arguing, threats, guns, drinking, cursing, unprotected sex, etc.

Rating|| 18+

Genre|| angst, lemon, smut

Author's note|| yeahhh soo this is the ff I've been working on, the other parts will come soon. Promise

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April 21st, 2020 Haebaragi University

A loud banging noise approached KaDira's dorm room, Who the fuck would ever knock on her door like this? Getting up off of her sofa, walking towards the door, she lets out an annoyed sigh before unlocking and swinging the door open. Of course its Soona. And she forgot her key. Again.

"Soona what the actual fuck?" KaDira shook her head, "Why can't you just knock like a normal person would? And where is your key?"

"Sorry, I'm just so excited!" She squealed like a dying cat on the side of a sidewalk.

"About?" KaDira questioned, letting the blonde haired female with fair skin walk inside the room.

"You're not gonna believe it!" She stalled.

"Just tell me Soona!" KaDira grew impatient.

"Okay, Okay." She shouted, "So you know my boyfriend, right?"

"Jungkook? Of course," KaDira scoffed, "He's like, one of the most popular douchebags on campus, besides Tae and Theo."

"Yeah well he's throwing a party tonight and he's inviting all the upperclassmen." She explained.

"And?" KaDira shrugged.

Soona tilted her head at KaDira, expecting her to catch on to why that information was important and why she was so excited about it.

KaDira's eyes widened, "Oh hell no, I'm not going."

Soona smacked her teeth, "KD please!" She begged, "This is our last year here, and you haven't gone to one frat party."

"That's a fucking lie, I've been to two of them." KD scoffed.

Soona rolled her eyes, "You went to a party off campus that got shut down by Mr.Lee as soon as it started, and the other one was not a party, it was a Christmas gathering for people who didn't want to leave campus."

"Which was very fun by the way," KD said, moving her locs out her face.

"I don't care how fun it was. You're coming to this party." Soona scoffed.

KD leaned on the doorframe, accepting the fact that Soona wasn't going to leave her alone about the party, "I don't even have any 'party' clothes."

"Lucky for you, I have lots!" Soona smiled.

"Yeah, no." KD waved her hand, "I'm not dressing like you."

"What's wrong with how I dress?" Soona groaned.

"I'm not walking around practically naked," KD rolled her eyes.

"It's nothing wrong with showing a little skin KD," Soona got up off the sofa and walked into her room, straight to her closet.

"Yeah your definition of 'little' is completely different from mine," KD exaggerated.

"You're gonna have to manage, we're the same size anyway." Soona snickered, looking at the outfit choices in the closet.

"And how do you know that?" KD said, folding her arms.

"Well uh," Soona laughed nervously, "I borrowed some of your clothes before."

"Kim Soona!" KD shouted.

"It was only at the beginning of the semester, I haven't done it since." Soona shrugged.

"You could have asked," KD argued.

"Oh hush, you didn't ask me for my hair cream you used without my permission," Soona scoffed.

"That was in the ninth grade!"

"It still happened didn't it!"

KD shook her head in annoyance. Soona continued to search for an outfit.

"Ah... This is the one right here." She smiled, holding a shiny, dark purple outfit out to KD.

"Purple isn't really my color.." KD hesitated.

"Girl take the fucking dress," Soona groaned.

Kd rolled her eyes and snatched the dress from Soona, and went into the bathroom.

Slipping on the dress and standing in front of the mirror, KD was in complete shock. The dark purple dress with major cleavage, a slit on the side and a choker that was attached really complemented her dreadlocs and milk chocolate skin.

"KD come out," Soona shouted from the other side of the bathroom door, "We need to speed this process up."

KD swung the bathroom door open and Soona's jaw dropped to the floor, "Oh my.."

"Well, how do I look?" KD shrugged.

"You look like a bad bitch. A bad bitch that will take anyone's boyfriend." Soona squealed in excitement.

"Alright," KD chuckled, "I don't plan on taking anyone's man."

"Well you better prepare yourself, because every guy at this party is going to want a piece of you," Soona teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that." KD scoffed.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and y'know," she teased, nudging KD's arm, "Hook up."

KD looked at Soona, "A one night stand? At a frat party?"

"You say that as if that's impossible." Soona rolled her eyes.

"For me, it is." KD shrugged, "One night stands seem childish to me."

"Well they aren't," Soona scoffed, "It's just having fun."

"Childish." KD exaggerated...

"Well you're dressed, So now I'm gonna go change," Soona squealed.

"Oh god we're gonna be here for hours." KD groaned.

About forty five minutes later, Soona came out of the bathroom, dressed in the most provocative pink and black slim dress, her hair was gathered into a ponytail with little hairs on the side, and she had earrings that would blind you for weeks, "Ready to go?"

KD nodded, getting off the sofa and letting out a soft exhale.

Soona smiled, and grabbed her keys and they both headed out the door.

As they pulled off, KD nervously tapped the window.

Soona noticed her nervous gestures and sighed, "Kadira, there's nothing to be nervous about. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say," KD scoffed, "You've been to lots of these parties, you're more social than I am."

Soona shrugged, "Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone babe. You may not like it at first but it will get better as you go."

"Yeah, yeah." KD waved her off, continuing to tap.

After what felt like hours, they pulled into a parking lot that sat right in front of a house with flashing lights and loud music.

"How on earth is this allowed?" KD chuckled in disbelief.

"Jungkook kind of paid off the teachers to keep their mouths closed," Soona smirked.

"Of course he did," KD rolled her eyes.

"Come on!" Soona said ,hopping out the car.

KD took a deep breath and followed Soona to the front doors.

As they approached the doors, a black haired male, who is supposedly a lookout, greeted them with a warm smile, "Soona, Kadira."

"Hi Mark." KD waved politely.

He gestured to them to go ahead and walk in, telling them to have fun.

Soona and Kadira walked through the doors and the sound of music and chatting rang in Kadira's ears, the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air.

"Kim Soona!" a deep male voice called from a far, "Is that you?"

Soona turned around, only to see a tall male with dirty blonde hair, and a sleeve of tattoos walking up to her with a bottle of Hennessey in his hand.

"Babe, are you kidding me? You're drunk already?" Soona scoffed.

Jungkook threw his arm around her and smiled, "I'm a little tipsy," He looked over at KD and flashed a smile, "Hi KD,"

"Hi JK." She giggled at his immaturity to drinking.

His head turned back to Soona, looking her up and down, smirking, "You look nice."

Soona smiled, "I know," She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow, "Where's Tae?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Probably drinking his life away with Theo," he said, pointing into the kitchen.

Soona kissed Jungkook goodbye, grabbed KD's arm, and dragged her into the kitchen, where they approached the highly attractive brown haired male and his blue haired friend. Both were intoxicated.

"Look at you two," She scoffed, "Pathetic. How could you drink without us?"

Taehyung looked up and smiled, "Soona, Hey." he murmured. He turned his head and looked at the stunning female beside her and opened his mouth in shock, ".. Am I just really drunk, or is this goddess I'm staring at Kadira Lee?"

Soona giggled, "It's definitely Kadira, isn't she stunning!?"

KD flashed a smile and chuckled a bit.

"Stunning is far too modest." Tae scoffed, "She's out of this world," he placed his hand over his face, "Do I need to worry about you and pull the big brother card? Pretty sure the majority of the guys here are going to want to be all up on you tonight."

"No need to worry about me Tae," KD said, running her hands through his hair, "I doubt that's gonna happen."

"Yeah right," Tae rolled his eyes.

"Is.. Theo alright?" Soona giggled nervously.

All three of them turned their heads to the blue haired male whose face was as red as a cherry tomato, lying with his head on the table.

"He'll be fine," Tae waved him off, he passed Soona and KD red cups and signaled them to the fridge.

Soona squealed and rushed to the fridge, searching for the fruity liquor. Once she found some, she grabbed KD's cup and put ice in it, then poured a good amount of the liquor. KD hesitantly looked at her friend.

"Don't worry, it's not hard liquor." Soona reassured her.

KD inhaled, and gulped the cup down.

"Woah," Soona shouted, "When did you become a party animal KD?"

"Oh shut up," She grunted, "Pour me another cup."

"Yeah!" Tae shouted, "That's what I'm talking about,"

Time passed by, and the amount of liquor in KD's system grew more and more. Slowly becoming intoxicated, she sat on the couch zoning out.

"Woah KD, You alright?" Soona touched her shoulder, concerned.

KD stared into the crowd of people.

"Kadira!" She snapped her fingers in front of KD's face.

"Hm," KD Finally snapped out of her trance.

"You alright?" She said moving her dreadlocs behind her ear,

"I'm fine, really fine." KD giggled.

Suddenly, Her eyes flowed towards the door, where a male with black, slick hair walked into the living room. No doubt this guy was stunning, his beauty was far beyond anything Kadira had seen in her life.

"Who- Who is he?" KD pointed towards the door in shock.

"Oh him," Soona said in a sneaky tone, "That's Park Jimin, he's not really known for anything but his beauty and the fact that his parents own a famous Café. Why? Wanna talk to him?"

KD shook her head, "Nah, too angelic."

"What do you mean? You two would be perfect." Soona scoffed.

KD shook her head in disagreement, "Nope, that would never work. Pretty boys like him break hearts." She took another sip from her cup, and threw it on the floor," I wanna dance."

Soona's eyes widened, "Uhm no.. You are in no condition to be dancing."

"Oh shut up!" KD stuttered, "You're not my mom." She hopped on top of the living room table, and started giggling.

"KD got down from there," Soona said, regretting her decisions on giving her alcohol in the first place.

Suddenly, Soona heard the speakers start playing "28 Reasons by Seulgi" and instantly start praying that KD didn't pay any mind to it.

But of course she did.

She start rocking her hips to the music, and singing.

"Tae come help me!" Soona shouted to him from the living room.

Tae laughed and walked to the living room, "Alright KD.. That's enough," He gently grabbed her arm, trying to get her down off the table.

"No, I gotta finish the dance," She yelled, pulling away from Tae's grasp.

People started laughing, singing the song with her, and recording her foolishness.

Before the song could finish, KD started rubbing her forehead, "Shit my head.."

"Oh honey, I think you should go upstairs and go lay down." Soona said, finally getting her off the table, touching her face, "You're burning up."

"Mkay," KD said standing up, almost falling to the ground.

"Woah there, You need help getting upstairs?" Soona grabbed her.

"I got it." She stuttered.

"KD you're drunk." Soona argued.

"No, No." KD slurred, "I can manage." She regained her balance and headed upstairs.

Walking past locked doors, She attempted to find an unoccupied room. She came across a room with the door unlocked and opened it, only to see a fully naked couple, kissing on the bed, "Wow!" She gasped in shock and embarrassment.

The couple jumped up in a fright and panicked.

KD quickly covered her eyes, "For future reference,  lock the door." She muttered nervously before leaving back out.

She walked down the hallway, replaying that image of the couple in her head, "God.. I never wanna see that again." She mumbled to herself.

Finally she found a room that was completely empty, and luckily had a bed that looked comfortable. She slid her shoes off and plopped on the bed, letting out a deep sigh before falling asleep.

About Twenty minutes later, Kadira was awakened by someone opening the door. She turned around in shock, letting out a frightened gasp, "Who the hell-" To her surprise, the same angelic male who she had seen downstairs, was standing in the door, with a confused look on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The male asked, in a deep but soft voice.

"I'm Kadira," She groaned, still intoxicated, "And I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Well if you haven't noticed, this party is in the boys lounge.. Therefore, these rooms up here are the boys' dorm rooms.." He explained, "This. Is my room."

KD's eyes widened in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my bed." He chuckled, pointing to the bed she was lying on.

Kadira slurred, as she sat on the side of the bed palming her forehead, "Oh I'm so sorry, I had no clue-"

"Nah, It's fine, it's fine." He assured her, laughing, "I don't mind." He walked around the bed and went into his closet, pulling out a black hoodie, and unbuttoning his white button down shirt., "You look familiar, Aren't you the girl who was standing on the table singing a couple of minutes ago?"

"I was, wasn't I.." She sighed, palming her forehead in embarrassment.

"It was pretty entertaining," He chuckled, "Why'd you come up here?"

"I was just trying to sleep this-" She muttered, turning to the male, quickly turning back, "Woah.. What the hell are you doing?"

Jimin looked at her with confusion, "I'm changing my shirt? Problem?"

"Yes!" Kadira yelled, "I mean no, this is your room but I'm still in here. I can leave if you're gonna-"

"I said there's no need for that. I don't mind you being here." He shrugged.

"But you're changing, I don't wanna see all of that." She scoffed, "I barely know you."

Jimin laughed, "There were abt ten guys downstairs shirtless. Didn't bother you then did it?"

KD stuttered, "No.. But I still don't wanna see-"

"Yet, I see you watching me from the corner of your eye," Jimin scoffed, "I'm sorry. But that shirt was stained, and I couldn't stand the sight of it."

"Uh-huh.." KD mumbled, staring at the male from a far, suddenly she got this massive shock of pain in her stomach, "Fuck.."

"Oh shit," Jimin said, rushing over to the female who was groaning in pain leaning over the bed, "You alright?"

"Mhm," She hummed, "I'll be fine." She grunted, gripping the side of her stomach.

"No, No you won't not without some medicine," he said rushing into his bathroom, and grabbing a bottle of pills that read, "Hangover no more" on the front of it, he rushed to his mini fridge and grabbed a small water bottle, "Here take this."

KD looked up at the male and realized she was closer to him than she thought, his beauty was like no other. She grabbed the pill and took the water bottle with it.

Jimin silently looked at the female as she took the pill, and took a sip of the water he gave her, "You said your name was Kadira right?" He smirked.

She nodded.

"Well Kadira," He said in a seductive tone, "This is my first time seeing you at one of these parties, how come I haven't seen you at others"

"I don't enjoy parties." She looked back up at the male and saw that he was somewhat tipsy, his rosy cheeks showed it all.

"Why not" He smiled.

"Dunno... Just don't be around lots of people." She muttered, she looked down at her feet, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"That's surprising to hear after seeing your little performance downstairs," He chuckled.

"Its the drinking that's doing that," She shrugged, "Parties and people really aren't my thing, my friend forced me to come here."

"And you're telling me," He said, lifting her chin up, "A pretty girl like you stays in her dorm room all day?"

"Guess so." She laughed nervously, "God why is he so close," She thought.

Jimin stared at Kadira for about a good three minutes, her heart started pounding out of her chest.

"Y'know.." Kadira slurred, "You're not so bad yourself.." she felt her body moving closer to him, in her mind she thought What the hell am I doing.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah.. Your facial features are.. Beautiful." She muttered.

Jimin slowly inched closer to her, with his hand slowly approaching her thigh, "Keep going," he said in a slightly seductive tone, as if he was aroused by her talking about his beauty.

"Like, your eyes are very vibrant, and your lips.. They look very soft." Kadira whispered.

"Really?" he smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, "Wanna feel how soft they are?"

"Huh?!" Kadira said in a slight panic, "No I don't think-"

"Shh." Jimin pressed his lips against hers. As much as Kadira wanted to hold back, she couldn't get enough of the taste and feeling of his soft lips.

Slowly, his hands made their way up the side of her dress, fidgeting with her underwear.

"Wait.." KD muttered, moving his hand, "I've never.. Done this before."

Jimin chuckled a bit, he lifted her chin and smiled, "Neither have I."

KD's eyes widened in shock, there was no way this man was a virgin.

Jimin pulled Kadira back into a kiss as he slowly took his shirt off.

Kadira opened her eyes for a split second, only to see the male's upper body.

"Like what you see?" Jimin smirked, as he picked Kadira up by her thighs, and pinned her against the wall.

Something about the warmth of his hands sent chills down Kadira's body.

Jimin started gripping her thighs a little more roughly, kissing her passionately, down to her neck, giving her small hickeys.

Kadira started letting out slight moans, as she clung onto Jimin.

"Not only are you pretty..." Jimin grunted, "Your moans are too." He tossed her back onto the bed, as he kissed his way down to her inner thighs, slowly pulling her dress off, exposing her black lingerie.

Jimin smiled, "Every little thing about you is just beautiful." He said running his hand down her skin, making Kadira jolt up a bit.

He continued to leave hickeys all over her body, listening to Kadira's small moans and whimpers of pleasure, "You don't understand how bad you're turning me on right now.." He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants.

Kadira stayed silent as she watched the male strip naked in nothing other than his boxers.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Kadira on top of him, refusing to break from the kiss. Kadira sat on his lap, and felt his bulge rubbing between her thighs.

"Fuck.." Jimin groaned, as they were grinding against each other, "This is turning you on, huh? I can feel it." He laid her back on the bed, and pulled her underwear down.

Kadira jumped up, Jimin gently kissed her inner thigh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be gentle.."

He continued to kiss her inner thigh, and gradually made his way down to her vaginal area, first kissing it, then letting his tongue slide in between the lips.

"Oh god," KD whimpered, as she felt the warmth of Jimin's tongue.

Jimin smiled as he pressed his tongue by her entrance, and slowly placed his finger under it.

He looked up at her, "Ever masturbated before?"

KD shook her head.

Jimin nodded, "Then this might hurt a bit, but I need you to relax for me..okay?"

Kadira was hesitant, but something about him made her want to trust him, she nodded and allowed him to proceed.

Jimin rubbed his finger against her dripping cunt, then slowly inserted a finger inside of her, causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck... that feels..." She whimpered, "Weird.."

"Its gonna feel weird at first," Jimin reassured her, "I'm gonna start moving my fingers now."

Kadira nodded, as he started moving his fingers in and out of her.

Jimin felt her tense up around his fingers, "Relax.." he whispered, as he continued to use both his tongue and fingers at the same time.

That feeling drove Kadira insane, her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. For someone to be a virgin, he definitely knew what he was doing.

Jimin got up and slid his fingers out, leaving her shivering slightly, "I think you're ready now."

Kadira looked at him confused for a moment, as he jumped on top of her, pulling his boxers down. Her eyes widened in shock, No way in hell is that thing fitting inside of me. She thought.

Jimin started rubbing his length against her entrance, moaning softly, "Im gonna slowly put it in now, it shouldn't be as bad since I loosened you up a bit but just tell me when it's too much,"

Kadira nodded.

Jimin slowly slid inside of her, making them both let out loud moans, "Shit.."

Kadira whimpered, holding onto his back, as he slowly thrusted into her, slightly in pain.

Jimin felt how tense she was getting on the inside, and looked at her dead in her eyes, intertwining his fingers with hers, "Hey, Relax and look at me, don't take your eyes off me."

Kadira obeyed and felt this weird satisfaction from just looking into his lust filled eyes.

Jimin continued to thrust into her, slowly at first, but gradually going faster.

Their synced moans filled the room, Kadira started shaking, reaching her climax.

Suddenly everything went blank...

"KD!" shouted a feminine voice, "KD wake up."

KD opened her eyes a bit and groaned, "mm.."

"Time to go." Soona said, shaking her, "Whose clothes are you in?"

"What?" KD said, sitting up, looking down at herself, only to see she was wearing an oversized sweater.

"Nevermind that, lets go," Soona scoffed, "We gotta go pack."

Kadira got out of the bed, and rubbed her head.

When they arrived back at their dorm room, they started packing their bags, to get ready to leave.

Soona went into KD's room and sat on her bed, "So,"

KD looked up at her while she was packing her suitcase.

"Anything  happen when you went upstairs yesterday?" Soona smirked.

KD raised her eyebrow, "No?.. "

"Hmm.." Soona hummed, "That's funny, because as soon as you went upstairs yesterday,  pretty boy came to ask me if you were alright. About thirty minutes later, people say they seen him go upstairs, and you just so happened to be sleeping in his dorm room this morning."

Kadira started replaying last night in her mind, " I dunno what you're talking about."

Soona leaned closer to Kadira, and noticed multiple small purple, reddish marks on her neck, "Kadira."

Kadira looked at her, "Yes?"

"Did you hook up with pretty boy last night?"

"Uhm..No." She hesitated.

"You did!" She shouted in excitement, "You had to, your neck says it all! Oh my god how was it?"

"Did you hear me? I said I didn't" KD scoffed.

"You can deny it all you want, because not only did they say they saw him walk in there last night, they said they heard all types of noises coming from his room." Soona scoffed, "Who knew you could be sick a freak in bed KD,"

"Stop that," She said, pushing Soona away from her.

"Oh my gosh, my baby is growing up." Soona groaned with fake tears, "She finally has become a woman. You're very first one night stand"

"Would you shut the hell up," Kadira laughed, "It's not that serious."

"Was it good?" Soona teased.

KD smiled, "from what I can remember it was nice.. We both were pretty drunk."

"Doesn't matter, You had a one night stand, I'm just proud." Soona went on and on about it.

Though Kadira was embarrassed about that childish decision she made, when she replayed the memories of last nights, she definitely thought it was worth it. 

[giselberts]

Nehrim Fic - talking about hair and boys like very normal girls do

yes thats the actual title of the fic

I'm fucking around with the timeline a bit and leaving a day between Kim/SG's return to the Sanctum after their journey to Stormwend just so that they can gossip and have their #girlmoment and pretend that they’re soo normal and not handpicked soldiers for a revolution. Kim is a lil out of character but that’s because she’s copying Gisele, since homie had uh. A rough childhood, so she’s just looking up to her :) anyways this was indulgent and I wanted to write some fun backstory on why gisele has white hair!!

read on AO3 here - full fic under the cut

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They each had their own bed, and yet, they'd quickly picked up the habit of sneaking into each other's bed, and talking until they fell asleep soundly, feeling safe only if they were sharing the same covers.

Tonight was no different, and in fact, what had just transpired would prove to lead them into idle conversation that would last until the first sunrays of the day, just to take their minds off of things. Merzul, unaware of their nightly rituals, simply would let them rest into the late hours of the morning, thinking that Stormwend had tired them out.

"I think he looked quite stupid. They both did." Gisele said, thinking about the two men they had met inside of the tower- Arkt and Narathzul, the fabled leader of their revolution.

Kim quickly replied, remembering that if she had nothing nice to say, then she shouldn't say anything, but she desperately wanted to talk. "His hair looked nice, I liked that. I wonder how he's keeping his tan though, if he's all locked up."

Gisele gathered her thoughts for a moment, trying to remember what had gone through her head back then.

"He looks so smug. I get that weird Arkt guy, I'd like to punch him too, I think. But he's our leader, so I better have a back-up plan if I'm ever tempted."

"He's got ambition, that's always good to have. You... don't think there's anything nice about him?"

"I don't know... He seems insufferable, to be honest. Never liked guys like him. But if I had to say something nice? I guess he's got a nice butt."

"Huh... I suppose so, I wasn't looking there." Kim gave her friend a confused look, trying to understand what had led her to do so.

"I have it figured out! He's the kind of person that I'd kiss only to make them shut up." Gisele continued, after waiting for a few seconds of silence.

"You don't have to do that, I think. You could just... chuck an apple in there."

"Or my fist."

"That Arkt guy seems keen on getting his hands on him, you could join his side and bond over your desire to knock him down. You could dress up in matching black armour, and take the Sanctum for yourselves."

"I could, yes. He was weirdly creepy though, don't you think? Do you think he was hanging around in his armour, just waiting for someone to come in?"

"I hope not, that would be a bit sad of him. Pathetic, even." Kim paused for a moment, asking the Creator to forgive her for what she said and was about to say, before continuing. "His armour was a bit much."

"You’re right, it looked a bit stupid. Who is he trying to intimidate with those skulls? Babies? He should’ve gone for something a bit more… real. Like a bear. Skeletons are just bones, we all have those, so it’s not that scary."

“Sure,” Kim nodded, trying to hold in laughter.

“Do you think that Narathzul is afraid of skeletons? And that’s why Arkt has skulls on his stuff?”

Kim let a giggle escape, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Why are you giggling? You know I’m right.”

“No, no, you are. But you were the one yelling ‘Fuck off! I’m DEFINITELY not scared of you!’ at the skeletons that were chasing us.” Kim erupted into laughter, burying her face into her pillow to avoid making too much noise, and getting Acorias to yell at them to go to sleep.

“Hey!” It was Gisele’s turn to laugh, getting the last of her stress out of her body.

Eventually, they calmed down, and staring at the ceiling, Kim instinctively took a lock of her own hair and started braiding it, Gisele’s eyes riveted on the intricate handiwork.

“Weird question, but do all Aeterna have nice hair? You, Narathzul, Arkt… you’re all Aeterna, and your hair looks so silky.” She couldn’t help but ask. She was just a human, and she’d never spoken to an Aeterna until the recent events. She was glad that Kim was nice, and perhaps a bit naïve, so that she’d indulge her questions without worrying about sounding rude, something that she was good at, because she was Gisele.

“I can’t say for sure. But maybe.” Kim turned to face her friend, before asking a question of her own. “Why is your hair short? Do you keep it like that for efficiency?”

“I don’t know, actually. At the abbey, they didn’t really treat me like a girl nor a boy, so I never really wanted to keep my hair long. Sometimes, I like to think that they simply forgot to assign me a gender at birth, and that’s why the abbey was like that with me. Besides, with all the trouble I got into as a kid, keeping my hair short was a smart move.” She edged closer to Kim, before revealing one of her adventures. “One time when I got lice, and I shook my head over the kids that I didn’t like and that didn’t like me.”

“Gisele! That’s terrible!” Kim cried out, in a half-offended, half-bewildered voice. “You’re the one that the Light-born should’ve locked up.”

“It’s true. With that head of hair, Narathzul clearly didn’t do half of the warfare I did as a child. But he did do worse later on, I guess that makes up for it.” She stopped for a moment, before continuing. “Despite what I’ve said about him, I’m glad that at least someone’s working to make things change. Sticking up for the little man is always a good thing.”

“Look! Now there’s a second thing you like about him.” Kim jokingly pointed out, poking Gisele’s cheek before changing back the subject to her friend. “You should grow your hair out a bit, like up to your temples. You’d look like a boisterous knight in shining armour then.”

“I don’t know what that means, but it sounds nice.” Gisele raised up her hand to pass it through her hair, not much longer than an inch at most, almost bare in some places as Duras, who had been in charge of cutting it, was rather keen on hacking it with the dullest scissors he could find, and Gisele was never good at sitting still.

“You know how to read better than I do, right? We could sneak into the library, find a spell that lets you grow out your hair faster maybe. You help me read, and I’ll take care of the magick.” There was a rare glimmer of lighthearted mischief in Kim’s eyes, one that Gisele rarely saw, and that she loved seeing. With only a grin forming on her face that Kim took as approval, the two snuck out of bed, hissing when they felt their feet against bare cold stone floor.

Using light blankets as capes to shield themselves from the cold of the night, they made their way to the library, empty, save for a few floating orbs of light, cast from enchanted gems, keeping the room from sinking into complete darkness.

“Changing my hair… That would be Light Magic, right?” Gisele wondered, her voice low to avoid grabbing anyone’s attention. She rushed over to the appropriate section, her fingers wandering all over the spines of the thick and heavy tomes, some untouched in decades.

“I think so. I’ll look over there, I’ll tell you if I’ve found anything.”

Holding onto one of the gems for light, Gisele resumed her search, telling herself that she’s glad that she was recruited to fight, and not to study and research. Though, seeing as her magick skills were quite lacking, she could benefit from cracking open a book or two- an idea that she quickly shook away from her mind, deciding that it was the Sanctum’s problem, to recruit her and place her into their ranks without making sure first that she could in fact cast more than a simple fireball or hovering light.

“I think I have something here!” Kim loudly whispered, waving at Gisele to join her and crouch down to her level. “ ’Looks and Appearances’, that should be what we’re looking for, right?”

As Gisele nodded, Kim pulled the tome out, opening it to its index and doing her best to quickly decipher what page would be of interest as she rose up again.

“Alright… here goes nothing!” Gisele stood still in anticipation as Kim read the spell under her breath, underlining the words with her fingers as she went, her free hand waving around, rich and flowing with mana.

The glow in Kim’s hand must’ve been strong, or they weren’t silent enough, but just as the spell left her hands, the two had managed to catch Acorias’ attention.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” His voice vibrated throughout the library, full of anger from being woken up, and from having to intervene. His heavy footsteps resonated as he climbed up the stairs, and Kim and Gisele knew that time was short- either they hid, or they ran. Instinctively, they ducked, hoping to gain a few seconds.

Despite the darkness of the library, Gisele spotted the staircase that led upstairs, and grabbing Kim’s hand, they carefully threaded along the bookshelves, staying low and hoping their makeshift capes wouldn’t snag on anything that could slow them down.

While Gisele almost fell down straight on her face as she shuffled her feet a bit too fast and Kim could barely hold in her “Oh no, oh Gods no”, they had safely made it upstairs, they let out a deep sigh of relief once they had found refuge against the wall and heard Acorias leave.

“We’re definitely doing this again,” Gisele excitedly said, a grin on her face from the thrill of their adventure.

“No we’re not! I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest!” Kim repeatedly hit her on her arm, albeit gently.

“So… you’re alright with breaking me out of wherever it was that Kreo held me, risking your life and mine, but sneaking into a library is too much?” Gisele joked, knowing that Kim was only exaggerating.

“That’s!! Entirely different!” She replied, still continuing to hit her as Gisele giggled under the friendly hits. “Wait…” Kim suddenly stopped, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Wait what? He’s already gone by now, we can go back to your bed.”

“No, not that. Your hair, it’s…” Kim couldn’t continue, apprehensive of Gisele’s reaction, and instead pointed towards the mirror at the end of the hall.

As Gisele got up to see herself, she cast a small orb of light, barely enough to illuminate her, but it didn’t matter much. As long as she could see herself, that was all that she needed. Though she wasn’t one that cared much for how she looked, there was unease building up in her, afraid that Kim had given her a tonsure, or worse, made her entirely bald, save for a few strands that she felt that were tickling her forehead.

“Kim!” As the ball of light hovered around her, Gisele turned her head left, then right, left again, trying to take in her new hairstyle. “You made me old!”

“No I didn’t!” Kim rushed to the mirror, trying to assess the extent of her damages.

Gisele tried her best to keep her voice down, hoping to avoid waking up the mages sleeping in the rooms next to them by opting to loudly whisper. “Uh, you did! My hair’s all white! Pretty and a bit longer, but white! I can’t be an old lady at twenty-three years old!”

“We’ll find some way to dye it, I’m sure of it! Besides, look at your face, not a single wrinkle in sight.” Kim passed her fingers over her friend’s cheeks and jaw, making sure of her statement. “Oh, your skin is really soft.”

“That’s not the point, Kim. One day, I’m going to have to rescue Narathzul from his pretty princess prison, and he’ll ask why the Sanctum why the world’s oldest twentysomething was sent instead of the most impressive knight available! I can’t let him down like that!”

“I thought you hated him?”

“I’m very distressed right now, I’m allowed to be conflicted about my feelings for him!” Gisele took in a deep breath. Her face softened, realising that in fact, she wasn’t very distressed, and she was simply dealing with many changes in her life in such little time, and her hair was the last straw. And besides, the white was nice on her, and the length gave her that ‘boisterous knight’ charm that Kim was talking about. “I’m not mad at you, by the way. You made my hair look nicer than ever.”

“You’re weird.” Kim was overcome with relief, before giggling.

“And you’re my friend. Therefore, you’re just as weird as I am.” Gisele took hold of Kim’s hand, deciding that they had enough adventure in their day, and started walking back out, wanting nothing more than the comfort of a bed, and a few hours of sleep.

[9leaguesofmirrors]

Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe Things

AKA: Gainsgoe headcanons that have me in a chokehold

When they realise they like the other person, them being less disturbed by the fact they're into guys and more disgusted by the fact they're feeling things that aren't negative

Them showing their affection by bullying each other. I don't mean the playful teasing that normal couples do, Lisgoe will insult Ross, who will retort back with a snide remark, to which Lisgoe will respond to with a threat and so on - nobody else is allowed to do it though, they're protective of each other

Them having frequent back-and-forths/"snark-swapping", but rarely actually arguing because they aren't fussed with typical Relationship Problems™️: work getting in the way? They're both dedicated to their jobs. Future plans? They both think marriage is a waste of time and money and GOD knows they hate children. Insecurities? With Ross and Lisgoe? Now THAT'S a laugh!

But also... both of them lowkey feeling constant pressure to constantly be the best in their field and always feeling the need to compete with others, and slowly, subconciously, learning how to be OK with having off moment

This doesn't stop them from being absolute terrors to the inhabitants of Royston Vasey

Lisgoe secretly having a thing for Ross' eyes and REFUSING to admit that he likes how piercing they are because that's gross and pathetic

Ross liking how angular Lisgoe's features are

Occasionally, he'll absentmindedly run his hands along Lisgoe's collarbones and hips and/or touch his jawline while they're talking - Lisgoe teases him for it, but never pushes him away

"You're doing it again, you handsy bastard"

"I don't hear you complaining"

Ross appreciating Lisgoe's up-front attitude and Lisgoe liking that Ross offers solutions to problems

Lisgoe secretly being the reason Ross stops ranting about how "disgustingly trashy" tattoos are because he keeps seeing them on Lisgoe's torso and arms on the rare occasions that they're exposed and damn it, they suit him

Ross being the only person to call him "Joseph"

Lisgoe being banned from the kitchen because he can't cook (he sets fire to pasta because he doesn't add water, that's how bad he is), and him being stubborn and trying to anyway because he's a grown man, damn it!

"Ross, I said I'm cooking tonight"

"And I said, if I'm going to die, I'm doing it on my own accord. Not by a housefire and DEFINITELY not from your attempt at risotto"

Their physical affection (with the exception of that side of things) being minimal and private because ew, PDA and ew, sap

It usually involves hands (don't be dirty!); a hand on the back, on the shoulder, Lisgoe using Ross' shoulder as an armrest because he's a habitual leaner

On a few occasions, because kissing is NOT what he does (other than... mhm), Lisgoe has a tendancy to kiss the corner of Ross' mouth

And Ross Gaines feels NOTHING about this! He's so NORMAL about it! It totally doesn't take him a moment to steady his breathing because he's SO UNAFFECTED, HE'S ROSS GAINES FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Lisgoe trying to find ways to make Ross swear (which is a rare occurance as it is); sometimes it's because he finds it funny, other times because it's very attractive - it depends on the situation

"I don't understand why someone people don't possess any basic understanding on how to act like normal people. They're vile"

"They're worse than that, surely"

"... I'm not doing it"

"Come on, you're itching to say it. Call them an asshole, or a twat, just let it-"

"They're a bunch of wankers. Happy?"

"Very"

Them being an absolute power duo

Ross is the brains, obviously. He's logical, quick-witted and is able to work his way out of any puzzle - what he lacks in strength, he makes up for in knowledge and application

"I appreciate the effort you put into your story, but I know for a fact that it doesn't add up. And I think you do too, am I correct?"

Many people assume Lisgoe is the "muscle" (in spirit, we all know he's tall and lanky), and that isn't wrong. But, due to the nature of his work (and the fact that he's a tyrannical bastard), he's VERY good at reading body language and facial expressions. The slightest nervous twitch or smug smirk, he'll catch on no matter how small it is

"You're scared. Why? Because you know you're fucked? Or is it because you know I'm about to dash your brains into the fucking pavement?"

Both of them getting jealous when the other gets flirted with; Ross has silent rage, while Lisgoe drags the person away and sorts them out himself

Them being the most feared couple in Royston Vasey

Them REVELLING in their reputation

[michaelmilligan]

Get used to it

Also written for the Midam year-end exchange! Some good ol'-fashioned Midam fluff, with a side-helping of Destiel and much silliness.

(Read on AO3)

Dean was used to a variety of sounds coming out of the kitchen. For one, there were the usual kitchen noises: the clang of pots and pans, sizzling meat, the fridge door opening and closing. There were also the less usual and more concerning noises, like screams and groaning, which more often than not suggested that there was an intruder in the bunker.

But this one was a novelty, and Dean wasn't sure what category to put it in: normal or concerning.

There was music coming from the kitchen. Modern music, to boot.

For a moment, Dean suspected Eileen, but she wouldn't be listening to... whatever this was. And Sam's bad taste went more Céline Dion and less pop girlies like this.

Dean glanced at Cas, who was frowning and also seemed at a loss. After a second of eye contact, Cas nodded and set down the two six packs of beer they'd just gotten at the store. After wrapping up a hunt in record time, they had been looking forward to a calm movie night.

Maybe, Dean had imagined, this would be the night in which they did more than just hold hands. A kiss would be nice. Maybe some cuddling.

But it seemed that needed to be shelved until they had figured out who was playing horrible music in the kitchen.

They made their way through the hallway carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Not that they needed to have bothered: The music was now accompanied by cooking sounds, and soon by another voice, which was definitely not coming out of a speaker:

"Now the party don't stop 'til I walk in Don't stop, make it pop DJ blow my speakers up Tonight I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight"

Dean made a face, even as he recognized the voice and dropped his guard.

“Seriously?” he muttered under his breath. Cas only glanced at him, then followed him the last steps to the kitchen doorway.

“You're listening to Kesha?! In my kitchen?!”

Adam turned around from the counter top with a bowl in his hand, continuing to sing while he stirred some batter:

“But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Oh, whoa, whoa-oh“

It was only when the song ended that he grinned and deigned to reply to Dean's question. Well, or at least acknowledge it.

“You got a problem with Kesha?”

“Yeah. It's not music. It's just noise.”

Adam rolled his eyes. Out of the corner of his eyes, Dean saw Cas do the same.

“We're not changing the playlist,” Adam said without moving his mouth – except it wasn't him, and Dean jumped when Michael was suddenly standing next to him, looking unimpressed.

While Dean technically knew that Michael could conjure up an image of himself, much in the same way that Gabriel could create fake things and people, seeing it happen was still creepy as hell. Especially because, while Gabriel had made himself look like a variety of people, Michael always projected himself as looking exactly like Adam.

Cas was tense, as always where Michael was concerned – they hadn't exactly gotten along very well before both their deaths. Well, Dean couldn't blame Cas, since he was also jumpy around what was basically the copy of the guy who had possessed and pushed him down in his own mind for months.

The only one currently not having any hard feelings in the room seemed to be Adam, who had turned back to his cooking and was weighing his head to the music.

“Michael is the one who made the playlist, so you're gonna have to go through him if you wanna touch it,” he said cheerfully, and got a pan to pour his batter into.

“It's not that bad, actually,” Cas said, very pointedly not looking at Dean when a Britney Spears song came on.

'Sometimes'.

How Dean even recognized it, he had no idea. Maybe Cas' taste was rubbing off on him.

What was it with angels and pop girlies, anyway?

Sometimes I run Sometimes I hide Sometimes I'm scared of you But all I really want is to hold you tight

Dean glanced at Cas, who averted his eyes at the same time.

What did this mean? Did it mean anything? Did Cas want to hold him or-

“If any of you so much as look at the playlist, I'm smiting you,” Michael said tonelessly.

Adam sighed as he flipped a pancake. “Michael, be nice.”

“I don't see why I should be.”

“Well for one, they helped me get you back. Even if they were reluctant about it.”

Michael pursed his lips. “They have my eternal gratitude,” he said dryly. “But not my eternal forgiveness.”

Adam snorted, and threw him a look over his shoulder. “You're impossible.”

“The only reason they helped you was to get Castiel back. And possibly out of guilt, since they previously abandoned you in Hell, in case you forgot.”

Now Adam turned around and reached out with his foot to kick Michael. “We agreed not to mention that.”

“Your own brothers-”

“Michael. Stop.”

Against all odds, Michael stopped talking, though his expression remained sour. At least until he had looked into Adam's eyes for a few seconds, at which point his face turned soft.

“Sorry,” Adam said to Cas and Dean, “he's really good at holding grudges.”

Dean didn't think Michael had much of a leg to stand on, since he had cast his own brother into hell and had left him there far longer than he and Adam had been there. But bringing that up would only have stirred up more bad feelings.

Besides, Michael wasn't wrong. Sam and Dean had definitely failed Adam, and the fact that they had given him shelter and food after the whole Chuck showdown couldn't really make up for it.

“So... you making pancakes?” Dean asked to stir the conversation away from any thornier topics.

“Yup.” Somehow, even though Adam had turned away from the pan several times, his pancakes hadn't burned, piling high on a plate next to him. “You want some?”

He deposited the latest one on the plate with the others and turned off the stove. Then he went hunting for something through the cabinets, but didn't seem to find it.

“Huh. Do you not have-”

Two bottles suddenly appeared next to him: One with maple syrup and the other with chocolate syrup.

“Yeah, that'll work.” Adam flashed Michael a grin and brought his spoils over to the kitchen table.

Michael just looked smug.

I can still smite them, Michael said in their shared mind-space. He was half serious, which was better than fully serious, Adam supposed.

Adam did his best not to sigh out loud as he grabbed two more plates and forks for himself and Dean. We talked about this. No smiting my brothers.

What about 'family sucks'? Michael grumbled petulantly, even as he sat his projection down at the kitchen table.

Hey, they're trying to make up for it. Plus, if we smite Castiel and Dean, Sam is gonna be pissed and won't let us use the kitchen anymore. Pointedly, Adam put down a plate and a fork in front of Dean, then sat down himself.

Michael, the real him, not the projection, was made mostly out of light. But there were also many, many eyes for him to roll.

We can smite him too, he offered.

Babe, Adam said, exasperated. Do you want to pull Jack's wrath on you? Because this is how you pull Jack's wrath on you.

Michael grumbled something in Enochian. While Adam understood it, there wasn't really any way to translate it into English – and least not without making even the hardiest of demons blush.

Gabriel would also be miffed if you killed his favourite humans, I bet, Adam added, and dug into his pancakes.

He'd get over it.

This time, Adam sighed out loud, getting him surprised and suspicious looks from both Dean and Castiel.

“So... how long are you planning to stay?” Dean eventually asked between bites of pancake, which he had flooded with maple syrup to an extent that even Adam found concerning.

Adam chewed slowly, trying not to let it affect him that Dean obviously wanted to get rid of him.

“Adam just needs access to your kitchen,” Michael said, and remained unimpressed at the bewildered looks Dean and Castiel gave him.

Wow. Smooth, Michael.

Hey, at least I didn't smite them for upsetting you.

Aw, babe. You're so cute, in like, a war criminal kind of way.

“We were gonna start looking for a place soon,” Adam said out loud, and sent Michael a look when he opened his mouth to protest.

We were! Adam argued in their mind.

Yes, before this whole almost-end-of-the-world thing.

Adam dropped his fork and turned to him. “What, you don't wanna move in with me, halo?”

Michael gave him the most flabbergasted expression Adam had ever seen on him.

“Adam,” he said slowly, “I am literally inside of you.”

From the corner of his eye, Adam saw Dean wince.

“You're evading the question. You don't wanna get an apartment together? A cat? Well, maybe not a cat, I haven't cared for a living being in like a thousand years, so maybe we should start with a roomba. Uh, or some house plants. You don't wanna commit to an azalea?”

Michael sighed. “We can discuss what kinds of plants to get later.”

“Hm. If you're already unsure about the azalea, then how are you going to feel about our child?”

Michael narrowed his eyes at him, feeling that Adam was joking, but Dean choked on his pancake and Castiel stared at both of them with his mouth open.

“Our... what?” Michael finally asked.

“You know. Robbie the roomba.”

The look Michael gave him was unimpressed, but Adam could feel him holding back a fond sigh. “We're not naming it Robbie. I mean, it's already ridiculous to want to name a machine in the first place.“ Here, he glanced at Dean, who looked too offended for words – and was also still trying to get pancake out of his windpipe. “But if we have to name it, it's not going to be Robbie.”

“You're right, that name is a little too on the nose. So how about.... Dustin.”

Adam grinned as Michael's eyebrow twitched.

“No,” he said drily.

“Arielle, the little robo-maid.”

“No.”

“Meryl Sweep. Optimus Grime-”

“Adam. Be serious.”

Adam laughed. “Why would I be? It's a roomba, Michael, it doesn't need a serious name.”

“I thought it was our child?” Michael said sarcastically.

“Oh, right. Um... Ash?”

Michael blinked at him. “The kid from Pokémon?”

“... Sure.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean suddenly asked, seeming completely lost. At least he wasn't actively dying anymore, though.

“It's a series of games, and a TV show,” Castiel interjected. “Claire told me that she played and watched it as a child.”

“Wha- I- what??”

“I was thinking about getting Jack one of the games for his birthday.”

Looking at Dean, Adam could practically hear the Windows blue-screen sound.

“Anyway,” Adam said to Michael, because he sure as hell wasn't going to get into whatever breakdown Dean was experiencing right now. “Would you want a cat?”

Michael raised an eyebrow at him. “Not if you give it an equally ridiculous name.”

“Aw, come on. You think it's funny.”

“No, I think it's ridiculous. Like I said.”

“That's just code for funny.”

“It's code for ridiculous.”

Adam put on an exaggerated frown. “I thought I was your 'funny little human'.”

“Adam, I said that nine-hundred years ago-”

“Oh so what. You take back everything you said at the time? Cop out.”

“To be fair, I also said you were an insignificant speck of dust.”

“Well.” Adam leaned back in his chair. “You weren't really wrong, in the grand scheme of things.”

“... That's not what you said back then.”

“Well, you can hardly hold against me what I said when I wasn't even five-hundred years old yet. I was basically still a baby,” Adam said easily.

“Oh, so you are copping out of anything you said back then?”

At this point, they seemed to have thoroughly lost both Dean and Castiel, who were just staring at them in bewilderment.

“Whatever,” Adam eventually said. “You love me. Admit it.”

Michael raised an eyebrow at him again. “I never disputed that. I just said you weren't funny.”

Shaking his head, Adam turned back to the others. “Archangels, am I right?”

Dean was gaping at them like a fish while Castiel looked like he had checked out of his vessel. If Adam hadn't been able to see his grace in there, he'd have thought there was nothing going on behind those blank eyes.

“You know what? Maybe we should be starting to look for an apartment right about now,” Adam said thoughtfully, pushing his mostly empty plate away.

Michael sighed in relief. “I thought you'd never ask to get out of here!”

They flew away immediately. While that hadn't been exactly what Adam had meant, maybe it was for the best.

It would give Dean and Castiel time to re-boot their brains, at least.

“Robbie! No!” Adam called when the roomba – once again – tried to eat the carpet in front of their fire place.

Ash, their grey cat, jumped onto the armchair to get a better view, clearly amused by the happenings.

“Babe, a little help?”

“Hm?” Michael was content to keep sitting in the armchair and pet the cat, which started purring and lay down in his lap. “Sorry, I'm a bit busy.”

Adam threw him a look, and Michael took pity on him, reaching out with his grace to turn off the roomba and untangle it from the carpet.

“There. Happy?”

“Immensely.” Adam rolled his eyes. “Why does he keep doing this?”

“Because it's a human invention and, like all your machinery, it is fallible.”

“Hey, don't talk about our son that way,” Adam admonished him playfully, and ran a soothing hand over the roomba, carefully avoiding the googly eyes they had glued to it. “Don't listen to him, sweetie, daddy is just being silly.”

Michael rolled his eyes and kept petting the cat. “Maybe if you started being that nice to the actual living being in the house, he wouldn't scratch you as much.”

“Eh, he loves me.”

“Yes, like he loves the scratch post.”

“It's a start!”

“I'm starting to think you're more of a dog person.”

Adam turned around to him in surprise, putting down the roomba. “I mean. Yeah, I am.”

Confused, Michael blinked down to where Adam was still crouching on the carpet. “Then why did we get a cat?”

“Because you hate dogs, babe.”

Michael stared at him. He did dislike anything that even vaguely resembled a hell hound. But he hadn't thought that Adam had noticed, or that he would base any of his life decisions on that.

“Oh,” he just made.

“Okay, just for the record. You know I actually care about what you think, and about what you like and dislike, yeah?” Adam asked, mostly joking, but with an undercurrent of worry.

Michael knew that. He did, really. It was just... Michael usually tried to do anything to make Adam happy, accommodate him in any way possible. He wasn't exactly used to being accommodated.

“Get used to it,” Adam said, a corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

While Adam couldn't exactly read his thoughts, he was pretty good at reading Michael's moods – including his insecurities, and confusion.

Michael looked at him for a moment longer, then sighed.

“I suppose that's what I'll have to do. Get used to it.”

“Yup.” Adam shifted so he was looking down at the roomba again. He pressed the power button – and nothing happened. “Uh, while you're adjusting, could you do first-aid for Robbie?”

Michael sighed again. “How could I deny healing our child.”

While the roomba came to life again, Adam's eyes lit up and Ash kept purring under Michael's hands.

Life was good. Yes, Michael thought, he really could get used to this.

[marypsue]

Third (I think? Maybe fourth?) watch of Stranger Things season one completed in one four-episode sitting tonight, and some things clicked that hadn't come together for me on previous watches, primarily character motivations.

I have struggled with the general canon portrayal of Hopper as A Guy We're Supposed To Be Sympathetic To juxtaposed against his decision to sell El out. I got close to figuring it out after the last watchthrough - in season one, it's not about El metaphorically standing in for his daughter, it's about saving Joyce from the pain of losing a child - but I really think I've cracked it this time. Between episode 3's “Please don’t be my kid", and the parallel in episode 7(? 6 and 7?) where Brenner tells Karen Wheeler that he wants to help her find her son but she has to trust him and almost the exact same words come out of Hopper's mouth in the same situation to Joyce, and the way David Harbour plays the moment Hopper cuts open Will's fake body and everything that comes after that - like cutting into what might be a child's corpse is The Line, and he knows it, and once he's crossed it, well, he's already done that, he's capable of anything - and how he initially tries to keep Joyce from coming with him to the lab and how he doesn't even seem to be trying to come up with a plan other than 'break in, wing it'?

I'm pretty sure now that he was planning to sell El out from the moment he walked out of the gym. It's all about saving Will, it's all about Will metaphorically standing in for the child he couldn't save, and do you know what he'd do for that? For a chance?

Anyway. Apparently I was wrong when I said that trying to engender sympathy for Brenner was undermining season one, since apparently 'feel bad for the guy who does abhorrent things to children because he was sad for unrelated reasons!' has been baked into the show from episode one and I was just too busy concentrating on the abused child who escaped captivity and discovered the world and found friends and a family for the first time and gave up everything to protect them, who is the real heart and soul of this show, ask literally anyone who's watched it, you fucking walnuts to see it.

I'm good. I'm good. I'm so normal about this television show you guys.

Speaking of Brenner, the other thing that struck me this go-round was just how much his primary motivation seems to be curiosity. I really struggled with this, too, especially when I was working on the road goes ever on (yes I'm going to link to it every time I mention it on here, it's still the thing I'm proudest of writing), and I don't think I'd quite nailed his character down by the time it got posted. Like I don't think what's in that fic is implausible for his character, necessarily, but I really leaned on pride and a desire for control (and a certain arrogant sense of invincibility) as motivating factors for his character in that fic. And while they're all definitely built into him, I think now that they actually come second to the curiosity.

The Gate gets opened in the first place because he immediately and without question gives up on spying on Russia (theoretically the whole point of this exercise) to go off on a wild goose chase for a scary noise that spooked his psychic spy. He 'dies' onscreen because the Demogorgon comes out of a wall and while everyone else is shooting at it (and getting murdered for their trouble), he just wanders on up, unarmed, unafraid, slightly awed, for a closer look! I'm quite sure that's why he actually lets Hopper and Joyce go after Will - he's not expecting them to come back out, but if they do, think what they could tell him about what's on the other side! He just wants to poke things and see what happens! Sometimes what happens is that whatever he's poking bites his finger off! Science is neat, but I'm afraid it's not very forgiving! Man I wish I'd figured this out before posting the monster longfic because I could have made his entire arc so much better and more convincing with this in mind!

I don't know if that's consistent with how they show him in season four, and frankly, given the degree of character drift (or outright assassination) everyone else is showing in season four, I don't particularly care.

Also, importantly, his primary power - and weapon - is trust. He wields authority to command trust, which he absolutely does not deserve, and it's notable that in the finale he asks Joyce for her trust and she refuses to give it to him. And she's the first and only person to refuse to give it to him. She's been lied to, mistreated, disbelieved, written off as crazy, and she is the only person on the entire show who can see right through him.

And yet, then there's that parallel drawn between Brenner asking for Karen's trust and Hopper asking for Joyce's, and she does place her trust in this man who ultimately gets her what she was looking for all along - and she never asks what the price was that was paid for it. I have to ask myself, now, does she ever wonder? Is that part of the distance between them in season two, the reason why neither of them acted on what was clearly supposed to be attraction between them? Because choosing to trust is not the same as trusting?

Season one really did have levels, and lots to chew over, and new things to find in each watch. When this show is good, man, it is good.

[siennaditbot]

Been in a very visual novel/otome game/dating sim mood lately.

Started with Tears of Themis, got worse with this one Xiao x Lumine one on Itch.io, got even worse by some non Genshin related ones on the same site (Project Blue and Blooming Panic, eugh, I'm feeling sappy), and now I've been replaying one I got in 2015 I think

Too bad it's Amnesia:Memories.

I used to love the anime cuz, eugh, the character designs were so extra and I was like 16 and deep in the anime hole. Also Shin is so pretty and he's all black and red lol. I even made several Shin themes for my browser lol. These designs are so cursed btw. Thigh high boots, everything's ripped and the whole outfits probably take like hours to put on lol. Kinda cool but dumb.

I remember not being too happy with the game, though, and it took me until now to realize why.

Back then I only got 1 out of 5 good endings. Kent my beloved, no wonder I have fond memories of only him lol.

Going in again my main thoughts were "Shin's mean", "Toma's creepy and crazy", "Ikki's gross" and "don't care about Ukyo" buuuuuut

I still think Shin's mean, but now I kinda get it. He also softened in the good ending so I'll let it slide, but his constant boundary crossing makes him a bit iffy. And, unsurprisingly, I love his voice. Tetsuya Kakihara might always sound the same but eugh I love him anyway.

Toma freaks me out, can't trust him on any route. He literally puts MC in a dog cage cuz he's too overprotective. It's resolved in the good ending, but it's crazy enough for me to not be able to get over it. He's also a freak on Shin's route. Some might be into the yandere stuff but eh, not my thing.

I wanted to quickly get through Ikki's route before going for main man Kent, but turns out I actually really liked Ikki. Kinda worried that he might end up being my fav lol, I'm a sucker for the "playboy actually falls in love" stuff lol. Positively surprised.

Can't wait for Kent next time. I think he was a silly little math nerd who blushed a lot. Iirc he makes the player actually solve math problems lol. That's the way to my heart apparently xD Oh, I like his voice too, Akira Ishida. Not one of my favs but still.

Had to stop for tonight before starting Kent's route, and I finally unlocked Ukyo's, too. He seems like the meta guy (like Seven/707 in Mystic Messenger) and he pops in on every route talking about how "you probably don't remember me but be careful" and sometimes goes a bit crazy but I'm definitely interested to see how his good ending goes. Probably gonna end with me crying and wanting to hug him to make things better lol

Might even go for some of the bad and normal endings afterwards, who knows. Gonna ruin all the good vibes immediately xD

Anyway I don't think anyone's gonna read this but hey, it's there for those who might go through the game's tag soooo suffer!

[grex-statera]

Chapter 4: Crossroads - Spring, Year 1

The door to the saloon flung open and there stood Ellie, in all her five feet glory. Sorry, five feet and ONE inch glory. She looked a bit disheveled but still presentable, as always.

Gus: Hello there, Elliot! Care for a drink?

Oh god, that definitely attracted too much attention. The entire saloon was looking at her the entire time.

Ellie, bashfully: H-hey, guys. Nice evening, right?

With that, the conversations returned to normal and Ellie tried to look around for her new friends. In a corner, her eyes met Elliott's.

Elliott: Ellie! Glad you could come.

Ellie: Ahhh, I'm so sorry for being late. I got caught up in a bunch of stuff. Have you guys been here awhile?

Leah: Oh, don't worry about it. We've just been chatting anyway. So you're the second Elliot, huh?

Ellie: Hahaha, that I am. And you're Leah?

Leah: Yup! I live by the river past Jodi's house. Too bad I didn't get to meet you yesterday but welcome to Pelican Town, nonetheless.

Ellie: That's alright. And thank you, Leah.

Leah: Don't mention it. So, should we get a proper dinner now?

Ellie: Oh my god, you haven't had dinner yet??

Elliott: Ah, don't worry Ellie, we had a bunch of appetizers while waiting for you. Shame, they're all gone now.

Ellie: Oh no!! Yeah let's get something to eat. My treat!

The three of them got Gus' special platter for the night, some wine for Elliott and juice for the two ladies.

Leah: And you just upped and left like that? Wow, I mean yeah I guess I essentially did the same thing but I had to plan it for a long while before doing so, y'know?

Ellie: Yeah, everything was so sudden! They didn't want to let me go in the office but I really had to leave.

Elliott: But why not have your father be the one to take care of the farm?

Ellie: I've asked him that a lot of times before. But I guess, ultimately, grandpa really left the farm to my name so I should be the one responsible for it (sigh)

Leah: Hmm, makes sense. Well if you ever feel lonely out there, feel free to drop by my cabin. It's not too long of a walk.

Elliott: Mine as well, though it IS too long of a walk (chuckle)

Ellie: Thanks a lot guys. Thank you for making me feel so welcome in here.

Leah: Aw, don't mention it! Hey do you play video games?

Ellie: Yeah, I do sometimes.

Leah: Nice. Want to check out the arcade games Gus has?

Ellie: There's an arcade in here?

Ellie looks behind her trying to find the area.

Leah: Yeah, come on, I'll show you.

Elliott: I'll be staying here. Feeling a bit too tipsy to stand for too long. Please, enjoy yourselves.

Leah: (sigh) Alright, Mr. Wine Connoisseur. As if you even play video games. Come on, Ellie.

Leah leads Ellie across the bar. It's pretty lively since it's a Friday night. Robin and Demetrius were dancing and the other older residents are all chatting away.

Ellie: The atmosphere here is so nice.

Leah: Hm? Yeah, it feels very homely. Okay, here we are.

At the other end of the saloon, in somewhat of a backroom, there were two arcade machines and a pool table. Sam, Abigail and Sebastian were there playing pool.

Abby: Ellieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! You're here!!

Elliot met Abigail and Sam yesterday and they already decided they were friends with her. Nevermind that she's quite awkward, but there's just something calming about her presence, in general.

Abby jogs a bit to Ellie and gives her a hug.

Ellie: Oh-!

Sam: Hey, Ellie! Nice to see ya here!

Ellie: Hi, Sam! Hey, Seb..

Sebastian was focusing on a ball, calculating his angle for his next move.

Seb: Hey.

Abby: Oh, I forgot to invite you to hang out with us tonight, but I'm glad to see you here, though!

Ellie: That's alright. I'm actually here with Leah and Elliott.

Leah: Heya.

Leah already booted up JunimoKart and was trying - and failing - to get past the first level. Abby was still clinging to Elliot while they watch Leah.

Ellie: Do you guys, uh, hang out here every Friday?

Abby: Yuyup. It's actually been boring with just these two, if I'm gonna be honest.

Sam: Hey, we can hear that, y'know?

Ellie: Hahaha. What do you guys usually do? Just play pool?

Sebastian: (scoff) What else is there to do in this boring ass town?

He has a point but for some reason the way Sebastian talks just ticks Elliot off. What a snob. If you don't want to have fun then just go home, Elliot thought. She held her tongue, though.

Ellie, rolling her eyes: ...Right.

Abby: Eugh, don't mind Seb. He's just trying to be cool by being a jerk again.

Sebastian: I'm not being a jerk. Just telling the truth.

He takes a shot at the pool table.

Sam: OHHHHHH! Damn, I lost again. Gah, I don't wanna play anymore.

Sebastian, grinning: Hmph, spoilsport.

On the other hand, Leah was almost through beating the second level of JunimoKart

Ellie: Yay! You can do it, Leah!

Leah: Oh my god, just a bit more.

Ellie and Abby watch Leah's run intently. Not daring to even bother her until she eventually reached the end of the level

Leah: YESSSSS!!! Now that's a personal best from me!

Ellie: Haha, that was great, man!

Leah: You wanna try it, Ells?

Oh. Suddenly, Elliot was back home at Zuzu City. Sitting in the kitchen, preparing a report. "Hey, Ells", her father would always greet her. Ah, but that was a different time. She can always go back there to visit.

Ellie: Hmmmm, maybe some other time.

Abby: You should try the other one too - Journey of the Prairie King. It's shooter, though.

Ellie: Sure, I'll check it out next time.

Abby: You guys wanna join us for a bit?

Sam and Seb have left the pool table and are now eating pizza on the couch, talking about stuff.

Ellie checked her watch: almost 11 pm.

Ellie: Uhh, actually, y'know what? I think I'll be heading home for now.

Leah: Oh, yeah sure. Wanna walk home together? We should go get Elliott too.

Ellie: Yeah, sounds good.

Abby: Aw, going home already? Are you a homebody like Sebastian too? That's probably gonna make you hard to hang out with...

Sebastian turns to them, hearing his name.

Seb: What do you want?

Abby: Nothing! I was just saying you and Ellie here are so alike. Well, kinda.

Ellie: Well if you wanna hang out you can just tell me. Here, let me give you my number.

Abby: Oooh, I'd like that! Yes, please!

Leah: Wait, can I have it too?

Ellie: Sure!

Sam: Wait, wait, me three. Come on, Seb.

Seb: Ugh.

The group exchanged numbers with each other and then it was time to go home.

Leah: Alright, see ya guys around!

Abby: Byee!!

Sam: See ya!

Sebastian waved goodbye.

Abby: Ellie's pretty cool, no?

Sam: Yeah, chillest person ever. She's like if Seb was actually cool.

Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows.

Seb: What the hell does THAT mean?

Sam: Dude, listen. Alright, yeah, you're cool. But only cus you're like, held together by duct tape with "cool" written all over it. Check out Elliot: she can get along with anybody cus her vibes are immaculate. Yours, though.

Sam gave Sebastian a grimace. Sebastian hit sam with one of the throw pillows on the couch. Abby can't help but laugh.

Abby: That's so real, though. Local emo guy thinks he's so cool cus he's a bitch with daddy issues. And then BAM! Sweet farmer girl out-cools him.

Seb: Hey. Not funny.

Sam: We should totally adopt Ellie into our group. We would be unstoppable!

Seb: No one's stopping us in the first place anyway. And three is already a crowd, don't you think?

Abby: Ugh, shut up, Seb. The more, the merrier! I'm gonna invite her on Wmovie Wednesday.

Seb: Not coming then.

Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. No way, dude. You're not 'not coming'. Come on, it's just a couple movies, jeez. What's your issue?

Seb: My issue -(sharp inhale-exhale)- is that you've made her so annoying.

Abby: What the hell?

Seb: Cut it out with this cool vibes talk and I'll reconsider.

Sam: Dude. She hasn't done anything yet and you already dislike her? Man.

Seb: I don't dislike her, okay? Alright, here's the thing I find really annoying about her: she leaves the city -a place where you can go anywhere and BE anyone- and settles into the countryside to be a farmer?? That just doesn't make sense!

Abby: THAT'S your issue with her?

Seb: Think about it, Abby. A lot of us here are bored out of our minds thinking of what to do with our lives and how to get out of this... This stagnant-ass place. And then this guy just wastes a life of opportunity in the city to keep herself in a box! So stupid.

Sam: Sheesh, Seb. That's not stupid, y'know? Maybe she just wants a more peaceful life. You have no idea how hectic it can get in the city.

That's true. Sure, Sebastian has been to the city a lot of times, but it's only to be a visitor for a bit. If he'd had lived in the city, would he have liked the concrete jungle as it is? The rat race that one needs to compete in to make ends meet? This was something that Sebastian has put at the back of his mind, but now that there's someone who's fresh with the experience, it's something he should really be considering if he's dead-set on moving into the city someday.

Seb: Alright, sorry. Maybe I was being too harsh. I'll be there on Wednesday.

Abby: Nice. And dude? Just be nice, okay? Ellie seems like a genuinely good person. We could have more fun with her around, y'know?

Sam: Yeah! She's really chill. Could be good for you.

Seb: Right, right. Maybe I'm just a lil bit more stressed lately. Alright, I'm gonna dip.

Abby: Yeah, let's go home. Mom and dad's probably gonna try to kill me again tomorrow.

Sam: Aight guys, see ya.

+++++

A small candlelight flickers in the Wizard's quarters. It's half past 2 am and he still hasn't slept. A Junimo appears thru the hardwood floor. It started speaking in an ancient language.

Wizard: You encountered the fledgeling yesterday? Ah, so she has received my letter after all. I shall send her my way. Preparations must be started at once.

+++++

Elliot was walking through a forest. She has never been here but it felt so familiar. She kept on walking until there was a clearing. There was a round table and two chairs. For some reason, she felt like this is where she was supposed to go to; that it had been waiting for her for ages; that she had been waiting for so long to sit here. On the table was a tea set and some pastries. She took her seat and poured herself a cup of tea. As she she was savoring her beverage, an old man clad in black robes sat on the other chair.

Ellie: Rasmodius.

Rasmodius: How have you been, fledgeling?

Elliot knew the name of the person in front of her, but she did not know him at all. She felt as if, it were her voice but it's not her who was thinking and speaking the words.

Ellie: I've heed your call. I have returned to the flock.

Rasmodius: I can indeed sense your presence. But this is not yet the flock you shall return to. The Grex Statera is upon us. You must prepare.

Ellie: I understand. Teach me. What do I need to know?

Rasmodius: Find me at the heart of Cindersap Forest. I will show you the path to walk on.

Elliot wakes up in cold sweat. Her heart banging on her ribcage. She looked for her phone: 7:30 am.

Elliot: Ughhhhh what the heck. My head...

She made her way to the kitchen and drank some water. On her small table her community map was laid down.

Rasmodius: Find me at the heart of Cindersnap Forest.

The voice echoed in her head.

Ellie: Okay. So I guess this is where the magic part starts, huh? Lemme just water my crops then.

She puts on her good ol' cap and starts the day.