#sometimes you have to make the content you want to see (boos loudly)

[thunderon]

forever obsessed with the yellowjackets pilot ep… like you just know these girls are all doomed by the narrative

[baby-iloveyou]

you could be a hand model

pairing: boo seungkwan from seventeen x afab!reader (gender not specified) genre: smut warnings: reader has a hand kink, fingering, slight brat!sk and very slight brat!reader, relationship between seungkwan and reader isn't really established but i wrote with roommates or friends in mind, use of petnames (baby), swearing, lowercase intentional summary: sometimes you need a break from studying. and sometimes you suddenly notice that seungkwan has very nice hands. and sometimes you really want those hands to touch you. word count: 2.2K writer notes: guys i can't take it anymore i need seungkwan so fucking much you really do not understand this is incredibly self-indulgent but i cannot care less he is SO HOT I NEED HIM AND HIS HANDS ON ME IN ME AHHH 

today was a regular thursday afternoon for you and seungkwan: sitting at home on your bed, studying with your shared playlist playing on the bluetooth speaker in front of you, once in a while complaining about how annoying the lecturer is of the one course you both follow.

"jesus, i need a break", you sighed after rewatching the same clip of your lecturer five times. "still not grasping the concept?" seungkwan looked up at you with a bit of worry on his face. "nope. professor fuckface over here can explain as well as a piece of bread that has fallen onto the floor and is covered in hairs and dust" you exclaimed - it didn't make any sense, but neither did the content of whatever your professor was trying to explain.

"i already offered my help but the offer still stands, you know?" seungkwan looked at you, slightly scooting over to your direction. you exhale loudly, rolling your eyes before looking at him. "i know, and i might have to take up that offer. but first i really want a break."

you put your laptop and notebook on the table, next to where the bluetooth speaker is standing, and sit at the edge of the bed. your hands are on your face, pose full of despair, before leaning back to lie down on the bed, hands still covering your face. seungkwan also puts his study materials away and also lies down next to you, with less despair - his hands rest folded on his stomach.

"uncover your face, y/n" seungkwan turned his head to you, waiting to see your face. a beat passed. no movement. "y/n, come on, it's fine" he tried once more, in the hopes you would remove your hands from your face. "i kinda like the darkness right now kwan: it looks a bit like my grade for this stupid course" you replied. seungkwan sighed, and sat upright to start prying your hands off your face. you finally opened your eyes and met eyes with seungkwan. you tried to cover your face again with your hands, but seungkwan held them down so you couldn't do so. "come on y/n, you're exaggerating."

you looked at your hands, pathetically stuck underneath his hands. you never really looked at his hands in detail - because why would you? that would've been weird - but they were very pretty. his fingers were long and slender, and they looked very well cared for. his nails were trimmed, no dirt underneath them, there were no signs of nail biting, and you could see his veins slightly pop out underneath his skin.

although your hands were stuck underneath his, you managed to grab his wrists, and direct his hands to your face - covering your eyes and face now with his hands. "if you don't allow me to cover my face with my own hands, this works for me too" you said, closing your eyes again now that seungkwan's hands were covering your face.

why did his hands smell good? did he use some lotion that just smelled really good? it would explain why they were so soft, lying there on your face, and he seemed like he took good care of his hands.

seungkwan pulled his hands slightly away from your face, one of his hands softly pinching your cheek as if you were a baby, "no y/n, i won't cover your face, just help you with understanding, understood?" his face scrunched up and he winked, as he smiled at you. you once again rolled your eyes at his face pinching, and sat up as well to be on the same level as him again.

"you know, you have good potential to become a hand model" you told seungkwan, whose eyebrows scrunched together, looking at you confused. "where did this thought come from? all of a sudden?" he turned his head, lost on why you suddenly brought this up. "i mean, your hands look very nice, they're really pretty, and you seem to take good care of them! so i just think you could be a hand model" you shrugged, directing your view at his hands first, and at his eyes again afterwards.

"well thank y-" seungkwan could not finish his sentence, as you accidentally interrupted him with "they also smell really nice". you realised what you said, and the both of you started laughing. "did you sniff my hands? do you have a hand kink or something, where is this coming from??" seungkwan said, while laughing at the situation.

oh, maybe that is why you suddenly felt such a strong urge to feel those fingers inside of you.

the thought of you having a hand kink never really crossed your mind, but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like he was right. "w-what? no!" you giggled, hoping to play it off convincingly. you pulled your legs up from the side of the bed, to sit cross-legged, body facing the man now in front of you.

unfortunately, the thing about seungkwan is that he is very observant. and he was painfully aware that you were not being honest with him.

"mhm, so then what's the flushed face about?" he now turned his entire body your way, so he had an even clearer view on you and your antics. you could see, no, feel, his eyes looking you up and down, a small smirk appearing on his face, as he softly raised one of his eyebrows.

your stomach started to go wild now, as boo seungkwan stared you down as if he was about to win first place in a staring competition. you tried to think of a witty comeback to his hand kink comment, but the more you thought about his hands, the more you wished they would be roaming your body right now, pulling down your pants, fingering you on this exact bed.

"i guess y/n has a hand kink~ how fun!" he licked his lips, and held up one of his hands in front of you. his hand slowly reached down to your hands, grabbing them and resting his hands on top of yours in between the two of you. your eyes rested on the way he held onto your hands, the way his veins popped out a bit more than before.

"i swear, the next time i find out about one of your kinks, you don't get to hear the end of it, boo!" you laughed and sighed, trying to distract yourself from how much just his hands were doing to you. seungkwan was very much enjoying your suffering.

"you'll never figure them out though, we both know you're very blind to things sometimes" he winked and smized at you. okay, that was true. you just wanted to say something so the thought of clenching around his fingers would go away-

"any thoughts on your mind right now? about my pretty hands?" you were about to give up on hiding, and just give in - he had you wrapped around his finger. there was no way you could go back to the time before those thoughts entered your brain-

"i did offer my help, i told you right?" and that broke you. you pulled your hands out of his hold and put them on his shoulders to pull him closer to you. one of your hands snaked into his fluffy hair, the other held his cheek so you could kiss him deeply. your lips played with his soft lips, kissing him as if he was your boyfriend and you had not seen him in two years.

you quickly managed to insert your tongue into his mouth, to which he responded very well. a bit too well. as you gasped for air, you whispered "not only have pretty hands, but you kiss really well, boo". your noses were still touching as you both took deep breaths. "i've been practising in my head" seungkwan exhaled. "i've been wanting to kiss you for so long already." you are taken aback, and slightly pull away. "wait, really? i never knew-" "didn't we just discuss how dense you sometimes are, y/n?" you both giggle shortly, before meeting eyes again and seeing the hunger within each others eyes.

your lips crash back onto each other, your hands now both in seungkwan's hair, his hands on the small of your back and at your neck. another breath of air: "jesus, you taste so good, so much better than anything i could imagine." you chuckle, "wait until you get to taste the other parts of me."

"what if i don't wait?"

if his words were setting your lower area ablaze earlier, this sentence had completely burnt down your cunt. you could feel yourself getting so incredibly wet, and with the thought of seungkwan not only fingering you like you imagined moments earlier, but also licking his fingers after he had touched you was sending you over the edge.

you placed a quick kiss on his lips, before speaking up. "please finger me." seungkwan bit his lip, happy to hear you speak the words he thought about ever since you made comments about his hands. you were not the only one with dirty thoughts, it seemed - seungkwan had his fair share of scenarios playing in his head.

his hands reached to your shorts, pulling them down slowly, together with your underwear. the cold air was now hitting your pussy, making you inhale. your eyes darted to his, and you were happy you did, but also jesus. his eyes had gone completely dark, he was about to go feral, his tongue was hanging out slightly, his mouth formed into a slight smirk. fuck, he is so incredibly hot.

his hands first traced your stomach, then stroked over your legs, and finally hovered over your dripping cunt. you were clenching around absolutely nothing, trying to thrust into something, only to be met with the cold air in your room.

"finger you, you said?" seungkwan cocked up an eyebrow. "yes, god, plea-" you couldn't finish your sentence, as he cupped your pussy, and had found your clit, now playing with it slowly while licking his lips. "what do i get out of this?" you huffed, both because of the stimulation as well as because of his question. "obviously the privilege to finger - oh my god - finger me" you moaned. your eyes kept opening and closing.

"okay, but other than that privilege? i have something in mind, if you want to hear it." you licked your lips, still sighing from the way he was touching you. "wh-what is it?"

"it's actually two things."

"well, go on then, as - oh fuck that's, that's good keep going - as long as you finger me now."

"well, the first thing..." seungkwan said, as he inserted his index finger into your sopping cunt, "is that you suck my dick after i've fingered you."

your brain knew these were all words you knew, and the offer sounded good for what you got from it. but currently you were simply in bliss from seungkwan finally inserting one of his slender, beautiful fingers into you.

"sure, whatever, can do-"

"the other one is...", he inserted another finger, "we go on a proper date sometime after this."

your brain actually processed this but you were in no capability to respond properly, as seungkwan had already started moving his fingers in and out, curling them, scissoring them.

and he felt so incredibly good inside of you. as if his stupid veiny thin slender long hands were made just to finger you.

"ahh, oh my god! ye-yes that sou-sounds good! god that feels so good too!" your moans got louder and louder as he kept fingering you. "you were- you were right seungkwan, ah fuck, i do have a hand kink". he grinned at your observation.

"maybe i have a 'y/n' kink. i'm already obsessed with you."

he kept curling his fingers, twisting them, hitting the perfect spots. his fingers were just the perfect length to hit your most sensitive spot when he curled them up. your moans and grunts turned into saying his name quite a few times now, followed by a "god i'm so close".

"seungkwan, i think - oh fuck - i think i'm gonna cum!"

the way his fingers just so perfectly filled you up. the way you kept clenching around his fingers. the way he was talking to you and looking at you.

he sped up the curling of his fingers, hitting your g-spot even more often, and on top of that added his other hand to toy with your clit now. that was the max.

"cum for me baby, i want to taste you so badly."

you clenched hard around his fingers, cumming on his hand. you could feel a little bit of cum touch your inner thigh as he removed his hands from your vagina.

seungkwan looked you straight in the eyes. brought his hand up to eye level. brought it to his mouth. licked your essence straight off his fingers. hummed.

"if that's how you always react to my hands and me fingering you, i want to do this every single day."

he licked his hands completely clean, leaned forward to kiss you, so you could still taste yourself on his tongue, and sat back again.

"so, do i get my part of the deal now?"

[suzuki-violin-school]

Broken Promises

Hi, yes, I'm still alive. Anyway, I had a mental breakdown and this was my solace. Barely any proof reading

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Content: childhood friends but make it gay, m!reader

“…Do you wanna get married?”

“Getting married is for grown-ups, dummy.”

“Oh. Right. Then- Do you wanna get married when we grow up?”

“…Sure!”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

=

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Do you remember that promise we made when we were kids?”

“Of course I do,” Y/n said, rolling his eyes. He grinned, nodding. “We promised we’d always save each other, whether we became heroes or not.”

“Not that, the other one.”

“The one where we said we’d always be each other’s only best friend?”

“No, dumbass-”

“Don’t call me dumbass, idiot.”

“-I’m talking about that time we promised we’d get married.”

Y/n froze for a moment. How could he have forgotten that promise? It was years ago, but that didn’t make it an unimportant promise. …And if Bakugo was bringing that up right now, he was about to say something important.

“…Of course,” Y/n said quietly. He laughed, nostalgia bubbling up in his chest. “We were four, we had no idea what we were saying! It was summer, we were having lemonade after running around all day, and you saw some wedding picture of your parents and started babbling about marrying me- You really were such a cute kid, huh?”

Bakugo bit his tongue, stopping himself from saying what he was about to say next.

Do you still want to get married?

But, as any best friend can, Y/n saw the look in Bakugo’s eyes and knew exactly why he was bringing this up.

“Oh, Katsuki-”

“Stop.”

“We were just kids-”

“Don’t say-”

“I didn’t know you really meant it-”

“Stop talking-”

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you-”

“SHUT UP!”

Y/n stopped talking, just watching silently as Bakugo scrambled to collect his things off Y/n’s desk. He stood abruptly, leaving Y/n’s room and slamming the door behind him loudly. Y/n turned his attention to his phone, waiting for the apology text he knew his best friend would send, but the screen never lit up.

A few minutes of empty staring later, he heard a tentative knock on his door.

“Come in,” he called quietly. The door opened just a bit, green curls peeking into Y/n’s room.

“Are you okay?” Midoriya asked. “He’s never yelled at you like that.”

“I know,” Y/n said slowly. “Never. Not at me.”

=

“Hello?”

“Hi! I’m visiting Musutafu, wanna hang out?”

Midoriya laughed.

“Um, I think you’re forgetting a very important aspect of my life, Y/n,” he said, pressing the volume button on his phone to turn up Y/n’s voice.

“What?”

“Y/n, I know you left the hero thing behind to go be a baker in wherever-the-hell-you-live-now, but some of us are the top five heroes in Japan,” Midoriya explained. “I have work stuff getting in the way of hanging out.”

“Boo! Lame,” Y/n whined. He grinned on his end of the line. “What if I go on patrol with you? I still have my license~”

“Don’t sing at me like that,” Midoriya said flatly. “But, I guess… Maybe. We’ll see. What’re you visiting for? Special occasion?”

“I just wanted to,” Y/n said, shrugging to himself on the train. “Oop- This is my stop. See you later, Izuku~!”

“Please stop singing at me,” Midoriya said, sighing. Y/n could hear the smile in his voice, though. “I’ll see you sometime later.”

“I’ll pop by your house! You still keep the key under one of the potted plants, right?”

“Y/n! Don’t you dare-”

“I’m gonna. Bye-bye!”

Y/n stepped off the train, adjusting the straps of his backpack before stepping out into the big world that was Musutafu- His childhood city filled to the brim with happy memories.

He was almost bouncy as he walked down the streets, the GPS on his phone pointing the way to Midoriya’s place. Everywhere Y/n looked, he could think a happy thought about being a kid, or even a high schooler out with friends doing dumb things like- There, that lamp post, where Kaminari threw up after one too many (or way too many) cups of jello.

Y/n’s peppy, happy stroll took a turn for the worse when a hero on patrol rounded the corner, dragging his feet and clearly bored that he wasn’t dealing with a villain instead. That spiky hair, the bright orange on grey on dull green- Y/n stopped walking and just stared, heart dropping into his stomach as he remembered their last interaction.

They’d been in his dorm room in their third year of high school, studying for the last final exam before graduation. One explosion later, it’d been four years and they hadn’t talked. Y/n had moved away and dropped the hero career for taking over a small local bakery- “Promise we’ll be heroes together?” “I promise!”

“Promise we’ll always be best friends?” “Promise.” "Promise?" "Promise." “Promise me you’ll never ever get mad at me like you get mad at everyone else.” “…That’s a tough one.” “Promise me, Katsuki!” “Fine, fine, I promise I won’t get mad at you.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “D’you promise? Forever and always?” “I promise! Forever and ever.”

“What’ll you do if I ever break a promise, Kats?” “…I’ll be sad.” “Then, I promise I’ll never break one of our promises! And you have to promise the same thing!” “I promise, Y/n. Never ever.”

Y/n sighed heavily as he decided to keep walking. Besides, it’d been years, they’d both changed so much. Y/n doubted Bakugo would even recognize him. After all, he’d changed his look, his whole lifestyle, maybe even-

Y/n was staring down at his feet in avoidance as he walked. He almost yelped as someone bumped into him- No, rammed into him, making him trip over his own feet. A strong hand around his waist stopped him from falling.

“…Sorry. You okay?”

Some extra on the sidewalk nearby gasped softly, mumbling a “Dynamight just said sorry!” into his phone.

Y/n nodded, brushing Bakugo’s hand off of himself.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said curtly. “Thanks. Hero.”

“You think I don’t recognize you?” Bakugo asked, voice firm but quiet as he glanced at the stranger on the street, talking on the phone with some other extra. “…Dumbass.”

“Don’t call me dumbass, idiot,” Y/n said stiffly. “Anyway. Don’t let me get in the way of your patrol. Ciao bella.”

“Call me,” Bakugo said quietly, watching Y/n as he shook himself off and kept walking.

“Ohmigod, that was so weird. Dynamight was just acting all normal and nice with some dude who tripped and fell on him-”

“Shut the hell up, you stupid extra!”

=

Y/n lifted a potted flower on Midoriya’s doorstep to find the house key. He let himself in, wandering into the living room and leaving his backpack on the couch. He toed off his shoes by the door and meandered around the house a bit.

Y/n remembered going over to the Midoriya apartment as a kid, always playing peacemaker between Bakugo and Midoriya. He remembered calling his friend’s mother Miss-Miss Midoriya as a child, unable to pronounce Missus.

“Miss-Miss Midoriya,” Y/n said aloud, thinking fondly of his memories with Midoriya as a young child. Thinking back on it now, Y/n wondered why he was so close to Bakugo when Midoriya was so much nicer. Y/n raised his eyebrow. “Or maybe it’s Aunt Inko.”

Y/n fished his phone out of his pocket to call Midoriya, but his finger lingered over the ‘call’ button.

Call me.

There had been a desperation in his voice, an undertone you wouldn’t notice unless you knew Bakugo inside and out. He was never the most expressive person, but the grit in his voice or the wording of a sentence was a dead giveaway to how he was feeling- If you knew him.

Call me. Call me. Call me. Promise me. Promise you’ll call me. Please. I’m sorry. Call me.

Y/n sighed, texting Midoriya.

>What’s katsuki’s number

<Why are you asking? <After all this time, I mean

>This is my first time back in musutafu since grad >I haven’t spoken to him since high school

<That’s a looong time <XXX-XXX-XXXX

>Thanks izuku~

<Don’t type that like you’re singing at me

Y/n took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect, before calling Bakugo. The phone was answered almost immediately.

“Katsuki Bakugo, what the hell are you calling for?!”

“…Kats, it’s me.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine. You’ve always answered the phone like that. Why did you want me to call you so bad?”

“…I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I told you or anything,” Y/n said, staring at the floor. “Actually, I didn’t tell anyone. I’ve only really kept in touch with Izuku. …I’m- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” Y/n could hear the strain in Bakugo’s voice. It was hurting Bakugo to talk to him.

The last thing I want to do is hurt you. Shut up.

“For… A lot,” Y/n answered quietly. He bit his lip, thinking back to the last time he and Bakugo seen each other before everything changed. “I did exactly what we promised we’d never do.”

“Yeah. I know that.”

Y/n didn’t speak. What was he supposed to say now? Could he even still call Bakugo a friend after all that had happened?

“…I want my best friend back.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Bakugo answered.

“You don’t have a best friend, Y/n. And- And you’ll never have me back, either.”

“Why not, Kats?”

“I’m sick of your shit,” Bakugo said firmly. Y/n could still hear the hurt in his voice, but it almost sounded like this was a speech he’d been preparing, something he’d practiced saying in case he ever saw Y/n again. “You ruined everything. I’ll be honest, I’ve never wanted much outta life. I want to be the best and have the best, that’s all I need. But you- You. You broke every single promise we’d ever made in less than ten minutes. I- I had a whole future planned out for us. Now I’m wandering around aimlessly, trying to put some semblance of a life plan together while you’re out doing whatever it is you do now. Then I see you on the street and it all comes flooding back into my brain, how much I hate you. And I do hate you, Y/n, I’m serious. I loathe everything about you. Even if I didn’t hate you, which I do, I wouldn’t be able to trust a single thing you’d ever say. Less than ten- Less than five minutes, Y/n. It took you less than five minutes to absolutely crush me. I hate that. I hated feeling like that. We’re not friends anymore. We never will be.”

Y/n pretended not to know Bakugo was crying on the other end of the line. Even if it was to his very best friend in the world, Bakugo would never admit to crying. Never ever.

“…Do you really hate me, Bakugo?”

The sniffling on the other end of the line stopped for a moment. Every relationship is a two-way street, and, as every best friend can, he could tell Y/n was just as teary-eyed as he was.

“…No,” he said quietly. “And don’t call me Bakugo, dumbass. You don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call me dumbass, Katsuki,” Y/n mumbled. “…I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.”

“How am I supposed to believe what you say, Y/n? You’re a liar. You’re a liar and a cheat and a scam. You told me you’d never break a promise, and then you broke every promise you ever made. We’ve never saved each other, you’re not a hero, we’re not best friends, and you never want to marry me! And you made me a liar, too, because I said I’d never get mad at you, and then you made me so mad that I-! I just… I can’t. I can’t do this. We’re not friends. I don’t know you.”

A loud beep sounded in Y/n’s ear, alerting him that Bakugo had hung up on him.

“…Are you okay?”

Y/n turned around, seeing Midoriya standing right by the front door.

“How much did you hear?”

“Not a lot,” Midoriya said softly. “I’m gonna make some hot chocolate. Want any?”

“That’d be nice,” Y/n answered, nodding. He sighed, watching Midoriya walk into the kitchen. “I’m supposed to be the one person he never argues with. …What do I do, Deku?”

Midoriya paused, hands hovering above the drawer handle he’d been about to pull out.

“You usually just call me Izuku.”

“…Deku’s your hero name,” Y/n said flatly. “And- And I think I need a hero right about now. I don’t know what to do.”

Midoriya sighed, resuming his making of the hot chocolate.

“That’s not really my area of expertise,” he said honestly. “I know I’m supposed to know Kacchan really well, but we weren’t as close as you were. If you don’t know what to do, I don’t think anyone will. You’re the only person he was ever really vulnerable with. You two were best friends. Inseparable, always.”

“Yeah. A long time ago,” Y/n said exasperatedly. “But not anymore, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“Maybe it’s just not meant to be fixed,” Midoriya said. “Sometimes, when fragile things break, there’s just no fixing them.”

Y/n sighed again, cradling his phone in both hands and staring at the dark screen, waiting. Waiting for the apology text he knew his best friend would send, but the screen never lit up.

=

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[theluminoussunflower]

If you’d like, could you please write about a typical day of Charlie’s shenanigans at Welton?

(Idk what you pictured him as doing during his free time but I totally see him making friendships/alliances with some of the staff and causing light-hearted mischief)

anon my beloved <3 it would be my honor to write about mr dalton, just for you <3

let's break this down bit by bit

first of all, he wakes up like thirty minutes before his first class, every day without fail

he gets dressed, grabs a small breakfast from the dining hall, and is in his classroom for the first period

i've got a whole post about him as a teacher, but i have other ideas that i'm now going to divulge

he doesn't like intimidating his students during tests, so he'll step out on those days

(don't worry, he leaves a fink in charge in case cheating takes place,

not that he'd get super upset, it would mean he didn't prepare the student enough and they would go over the content again, and then retake the test,

(but if the student cheated again, he'd report it, gotta draw the line somewhere))

ANYWAY

on test days, he goes to bother other teachers' classrooms

mostly todd's at first

he heckles todd during his lessons

like, he'll snore loudly if todd talks too much

or just boo him

"i thought poetry was supposed to be exciting!"

"i thought people on wall street who committed light tax fraud were supposed to go to federal prison"

"...wow..."

eventually, todd has to kick him out so he can get his lessons done

so charlie ventures off to bother the latin class

as they're repeating their verbs, charlie will follow along, but slightly behind and very loudly

"agric—"

"AGRICOLA"

mr harrison kicks him out a lot quicker than todd does

but matthew harrison and charlie get along pretty well

matt is one of the teachers that doesn't have a stick up his ass, but he still follows cameron's rules

for the most part

one time, he and charlie switched classes for the day and cameron never found out

it was a total disaster because

a) charlie doesn't remember any latin from his days at welton and

b) charlie's lesson plans for civics are so incomprehensible that matt couldn't follow them at all

("what does 'amelia will argue about this for at least ten minutes' mean?"

"what does it sound like it means?")

but, as mentioned before, charlie grows to love teaching and to love the kids at welton

luckily, he doesn't have his own "charlie" student

or maybe unluckily

todd would say "kids these days don't want to get expelled"

whatever

once the teaching day is over, charlie will usually go watch the kids at their extracurriculars

particularly, he likes watching the rowing team

he doesn't coach crew, but he sure acts like it sometimes

"don't lean so far back!"

sometimes, he'll sit with todd at soccer practice and reminiscence about the good ole soccer days

"remember when you kicked the soccer ball into the lake and made pittsie run after it?"

"he's the tallest, he'd get the least wet!"

"he's also skin and bone and it was freezing that day, he almost got hypothermia because of you"

"he did not!"

anyway

charlie is very grateful for the staff at welton academy

he likes chatting with the custodial staff

they're incredibly lovely people who deserve more attention

he's definitely one of those teachers who makes kids pick up trash off the floor, just to make custodian's jobs easier

he and cameron, surprisingly, get along better than expected

charlie's students say only good things about him, and they're getting the highest grades out of any class, so that must mean something, right?

but once extracurriculars are over, and students start going to teacher's for homework help, you can usually find charlie either in his classroom helping students or in todd's classroom, lightly bullying todd

"don't listen to what mr anderson says, metre is a state of mind, it's not necessary to understand"

"okay mr dalton, thanks for your insight"

but study time in mr dalton's room is great

sometimes a lot of work gets done, sometimes he needs to catch up on the latest gossip and/or hear the students complain about other teachers

like, if someone complains about mr anderson, charlie's usually defensive

"you're lucky to have a teacher like him, he's just pushing ya cause he loves ya"

but if someone complains about mr orland from the math hall, charlie is all in

"he said you were WHAT? oh my god! that crusty old bastard!"

what happens in mr dalton's room stays in mr dalton's room <3

every now and then, charlie will take time to call his kids

haha remember when i set that up and then never brought it back around i'm a creative writing major <3

charlotte, being the baby of the family, calls her dad the most often

she teases him about his teaching at welton

"i'd rather tell my friends you're doing community service than teaching at welton academy"

"your support means the world to me, i love you charlotte"

virginia is wedding planning with her fiance

she doesn't take her father's advice because she "doesn't want to jinx her marriage"

and it's like, yeah charlie's been married three times, but a blue color scheme during the summer? girl...

john is in the process of moving from darmouth to brown to start his phd program

he's gonna be a meteorologist!

which is not the study of meteors, as charlie learned very quickly

anyway

he calls his children and then grabs todd to go to dinner

welton food is better than when they attended, but it's still not great

and they work so hard to teach the Future of America so they deserve to go out to dinner

that's what charlie says anyway

much like his school days, charlie almost always leaves any work he has to do until the last minute

any homework he has to grade, any lesson plans to draw up

that happens at ten pm, every night

his light is always the last one to go out

he either has the self-control to do it himself, or todd will go down there and do it himself

"it is three am, please go the fuck to sleep"

it's probably why charlie gets up thirty minutes before class

he doesn't want to spend all his time """grading homework""" or whatever todd does all afternoon

he wants to connect with the kiddos

he wants them to like him

and they do

he just never hears the kids say "mr dalton would never assign us forty practice problems, he's better than that"

or "mr dalton actually likes talking to me, so yeah, he's my favorite teacher"

what else?

sometimes he'll go bug cameron when neither of them is busy

he doesn't want cameron to feel left out <3

so sometimes between class periods, he'll knock on cameron's door just to say hi

(he won't interrupt parent meetings or phone calls, he's not a monster)

but he'll just like, "hi cameron 😁"

"hi charlie, can i do something for you?"

"nope, just here to tell you that i love ya"

"okay"

"... i'm not leaving until you say it back"

"i love you too charlie"

and charlie leaves with a big smile

not shutting the door when he leaves

~

i hope you liked this, anon! <3 ily

taglist:

@chloe-octavia @aedan-mills @regina-della-poesia @justarandompjofan @sapphicnoel @iguanamuppet @finding-an-angle @srj901 @boy-wonder-oncologist-fan @tuskofthyme @nothing-gonna-wake-me-now @fumbleface @deadswiftiesociety @spaced-out-state @vanitysanity

[tickly-trashcan]

The Best {Xiao, Hu Tao, and Venti}

A/N: i decided to treat myself today hehe but don’t worry, i’m still working on prompts, but i took a short break to write this (and prepare for school which also started today) but i’m already back on them! anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this and has a lovely day~

Summary: Xiao, Hu Tao, and Venti are all meeting up for a picnic. But things quickly get out of hand for Xiao...

Word Count: 1.7k (under the cut)

Xiao fumbled with his thumbs as he waited for his friends to arrive. They had agreed to meet together near Liyue, and he was currently the only one there.

He sat patiently, though he couldn’t help fidgeting. He would never admit it, but he was excited to see his friends, and he had been looking forward to meeting up with them for several days. They had been planning on having a picnic, and Xiao had offered to bring something, but both of them insisted on Xiao just relaxing and enjoying the food.

“Xiao! Hi~!” A voice came, and Xiao turned to see Venti skipping towards him with a basket full of treats. He set them down and quickly threw himself on Xiao, hugging him tightly as he giggled, petting Xiao’s head.

“Hey, just because I wasn’t here yet doesn’t mean you guys can engage in PDA!” Another person said. Venti and Xiao looked up to see Hu Tao standing above them, one hand on her hip as the other held a back, likely filled with more food.

“Ah, hello Hu Tao,” Xiao said softly, then looked at Venti. “Hello to you too, Venti.”

Hu Tao set the bag down and hugged Xiao from behind, sandwiching him between his two friends as he wheezed, tapping their shoulders to show that he needed some air. Hu Tao and Venti giggled as their released their friend, allowing him to breathe as they unpacked their drinks and snacks, setting them down on the ground as they sat in a circle, digging in.

Almond tofu, apple pie, crystal shrimp, golden crab… there was way too much for the three of them, but they still all managed to eat most of it, full and content as the sun started to set in the distance. 

Hu Tao sighed loudly, laying back down in the grass before looking over at Xiao and Venti, giggling.

“I think I ate more than you guys.”

“No, Venti ate that entire apple pie himself,” Xiao pointed out, and Venti sat up, whining.

“Hey! You had like… a bite!”

Hu Tao and Xiao laughed as Venti pouted. He folded his arms across his chest, smirking at Xiao as he spoke.

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.”

Xiao’s eyes widened and he shook his head, holding his hands up in front of him. “Venti, I was only kidding!”

“Aiya, look at the situation you’ve gotten yourself in!” Hu Tao teased when Xiao backed up against her, Hu Tao grinning at him. He looked at Venti, who was already wiggling his fingers, and ducked behind Hu Tao, making her laugh.

“My my, Xiao, I thought you liked this! And it’s been so long since we really got to tickle you!” Hu Tao teased, and Xiao paled, realizing he wasn’t safe from her either. He went to run, but Hu Tao caught his ankle, pulling him back as he yelped.

“Nooo! Wait, wait! I’m sorry, Venti!”

“Too late~!” Venti cooed, pouncing on Xiao as Hu Tao giggled, Xiao’s own laughter immediately echoing around them as Venti squeezed his hips.

“Nohohoho! Plehehease, I’m sohohorry! Wahahait, no, Hu Tao-!” Xiao squealed as Hu Tao joined in, scribbling her fingers up and down his ribcage, using her nails expertly to get in between the grooves of every rib.

“NAHaha! Hu Tahahahao, not thehehere!”

“But Xiaooo~!” Hu Tao faux whined, smirking as she started to gently squeeze his ribcage, making Xiao shriek as he tried to squirm away, only getting himself more stuck in Venti’s tickles.

“Xiao’s laugh is just as cute as it was last time, wouldn’t you agree, Hu Tao?”

“Definitely! If anything, it’s gotten cuter!”

Xiao whined through his already frantic laughter as Hu Tao and Venti teased him, both with their hands and their words as he could do nothing but wiggle and laugh.

Venti climbed up from his hips, lightly skittering his fingers across the expanse of Xiao’s tummy, making him wail and squirm, trying to curl up. With Venti and Hu Tao on either side of him, curling up was probably his best option.

“Nuh-uh-uh, none of that! Don’t make this worse for yourself, Xiao~” Venti cooed when Xiao started curling up. He went for his hips again, finding the sweet spot right where his hips and thighs met and squeezing it, making Xiao positively squeal.

He started to uncurl slightly, but when he did, Hu Tao instead went for his tummy, using her nails as she fluttered up and down. She focused just a bit on his lower tummy, knowing it was just a tad more sensitive as Xiao shrieked.

He didn’t know which was worse, and he didn’t know where to focus. He tried swatting at Hu Tao’s hands and kicking his legs to try and shake off Venti, but nothing was working and the vicious tickling continued. 

“No mohohohohore, plehehease! I caha - I can’t! Hah-HAhaha!”

Hu Tao and Venti ignored Xiao’s pleas, knowing when he actually wanted them to stop that he would say the word. Venti and Hu Tao exchanged a glance with each other, and the two of them smirked, though Xiao didn’t notice because his eyes were squeezed shut in hopes of ignoring the sensations (spoiler alert: it wasn’t working).

“I wonder which one of us is making Xiao laugh more, don’t you?” Hu Tao pondered aloud, looking at Venti cheekily.

“Oh, I bet I am. After all, I am a better tickler,” Venti said confidently, squeezing Xiao’s upper thigh and making him squeal to prove his point.

“No way! Maybe we should have Xiao tell us who’s better?”

“Nohohoho! Dohon’t you dare!” Xiao exclaimed, already knowing where this was going. But there was hardly anything he could do to stop it as Hu Tao and Venti grinned evilly at him. 

“Dibs on his tummy~!” Venti called out, and Hu Tao whined.

“You know that’s his best spot, cheater!”

Venti only giggled as Hu Tao pouted, pulling her hands away from Xiao’s tummy as she went up behind him instead. She grabbed his arms, making him squeak as she tucked his arms under her knees, making Xiao panic.

“No no no, Hu Tao! Not that, plehease!” He giggled already, even though neither Venti or Hu Tao were currently tickling him. Hu Tao only grinned, wiggling her fingers deviously.

“Not what? I’m not even doing anything!” Hu Tao giggled, lowering her hands as Xiao tried to pull his arms free, giggling even though she hadn’t even touched him yet. He shrieked when she faked him out, bursting into frantic laughter when Venti started his own torture on Xiao’s tummy.

Hu Tao started to lightly scribble her nails under Xiao’s arms, making him squeal as he threw his head back, his laughter doubling over as his face warmed, both from embarrassment and from how hard he was laughing.

“AHAhaharchons, wahahait! Plehehease, no mohohohore!” Xiao yelled, his laughter dipping more into cackling territory as he shook his head, tugging on his arms and kicking his legs as he tried to shake off his attackers. They wouldn’t let up, however, and it somehow managed to get worse.

Hu Tao started lightly raking her nails down the inside of Xiao’s arm, making sure to circle around the hollow of his underarm before scribbling in it, driving Xiao absolutely mad. Meanwhile, Venti had started pinching at the sides of his tummy, giving him quick, occasional raspberries that kept catching Xiao off-guard.

“Who’s better Xiao? It’s me, right?” Venti asked, blowing another raspberry as soon as he finished his sentence, making Xiao shriek.

Xiao couldn’t even formulate a proper sentence since he was so hysterical. Instead, he just shook his head, making Venti boo.

“What, you don’t think I’m the best? I’ll show you!”

“Just admit it, Venti! I’m a better tickler than you!” Hu Tao chuckled, now raking up Xiao’s ribcage as he hiccuped and laughed beneath her. “I’m better, right Xiao?”

In hopes of getting it to stop, he nodded his head, agreeing with Hu Tao as she finally stopped, punching a fist into the air.

“Yes! Take that, Venti!”

Venti grumbled, looking at Xiao evilly as he slowly recovered, glancing at Venti as he panted heavily.

“I think you’ve made a bad decision, Xiao~”

Xiao panicked, already squirming again as Venti started squeezing his hips, digging his thumb lightly into the hipbone as Xiao hollered, squealing when Venti simultaneously blew several raspberries on his tummy.

“VEHEhehenti! Nohohoho, I tahahake it back! I’m sohohorry, you’re behetter!!” Xiao gasped out, and he heard Hu Tao behind him gasp.

“Xiao! You lied to me? You know what happens when you lie, right~?”

“Nohohoho! I didn’t mehehean it!”

“Make up your mind, Xiao! Who’s better?” Venti taunted, still going after his hips in a cruel way before placing one more raspberry directly below his navel. Xiao shrieked.

“I cahahahan’t! I’m sohohorry!”

Hu Tao prodded at Xiao’s ribs, making him whine through his laughter as Venti continued to knead his hips, driving Xiao up the wall with ticklish agony.

“Stop! Stahahap! Plehehease, I cahahan’t!”

Hu Tao and Venti halted, giving Xiao a chance to breathe. Hu Tao released his arms and Venti got off of him, and the two of them sat on either side of Xiao, watching with soft smiles as he collected himself.

“Y-You two… you’re both good. Neither of you are better.”

“Eh, I’ll take it,” Venti said, chuckling as Xiao shot him a dirty look. Hu Tao helped Xiao sit up, giving him a quick hug as she giggled.

“I am better though, right?”

Xiao groaned, pushing Hu Tao away as she laughed. Venti hummed, looking over the horizon of Liyue as the sky turned a light shade of violet, showing that most of the sun had set.

“Well, it looks like we’ve had more than enough fun today. Wouldn’t you agree, Xiao? I’m sure you enjoyed yourself~” Venti teased, watching Xiao go red before standing.

“We should do this again sometime soon! How about tomorrow?” Hu Tao offered, picking up her bag as Venti nodded.

“Only if we get to tickle Xiao again!”

Xiao lightly pushed Venti, making the bard chirp before he jumped on Xiao’s back, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his waist.

“Bye-bye Hu Tao!” Venti called, waving to the brunette as she waved back, skipping off towards Liyue.

“I’m not bringing you home…” Xiao mumbled, and Venti hummed.

“Are you suuure~?” He cooed, fluttering his fingers on Xiao’s neck as he gasped, scrunching up his shoulders.

“Fine! Just - Just don’t do that again.”

“Alright, but no promises for tomorrow!”

Xiao flushed as he walked Venti home, mind swirling as he smiled softly to himself. Today had been… fun.

[dcbbw]

The Witch Hunt

This fic is a highly fictionalized account of true events. I wrote it as a way of coping with the discourse and said it would never be publicly posted. But thanks to an ask from @twinkleallnight (and her persistence that anything I write needs to be shared and enjoyed by all), and discussions with my boos, bears, and Coven sisters … here it is.

HUGE THANK YOU to @ao719 for the amazing moodboard.

Thank you to my writing sisters for re-reading this story and assuring me that it still makes sense.

For all who will read this fic, THANK YOU! Your time, efforts, and energy spent reading, commenting, and/or reblogging is greatly appreciated more than you know.

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. (I rushed through my final editing)

Only the Commoner and the King belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: Every Breath You Take, Scala/Kolacny Brothers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bt63b4x2Xec

Word Count: 3,546

Eastwick

Light years and many moons from Reality, there is an alternate universe called Fandom where both children and witches live. The witches are a large coven, and spend their days writing spells; incantations of love, lust, and laughter … sometimes of darkness. The spells are for their intended and beloved, and tell of the lives and adventures the sorceresses wish to experience with them.

The witches live in a corner of the Fandom known as Cordonia, in a small town called Eastwick; for the most part, they all got along well and were supportive of each other.  Within the coven were three sisters: Hilda, Zelma, and Glinda. The sisters lived together in a large Victorian house, complete with wraparound porch, bay windows, and spires. All three were well-known and well-liked throughout the coven.

Glinda was the most popular; her bright cheery smile and sweet personality made her a favorite throughout Eastwick.

Zelma was the friendliest; she knew nearly all the other witches, and read over their spells to ensure that nothing went wrong. One incorrect word or improper enunciation could twist the spell’s intention completely.

Hilda, who was also a wizardess, was the most empathetic; she offered hugs and a listening ear to the strays of the coven: The witches who either had no magic, or if they did, no idea how to use it. Her sisters were usually tolerant when Hilda brought home her newfound, friendless acquaintances … except for Apple Core. There was a reason the oldest citizen of Eastwick had never truly been a part of the coven, but Hilda insisted Apple Core just needed love.

The sisters were sitting at their kitchen table, writing spells for their love interests. Zelma was in love with the Commoner of Cordonia, as were many others; it did not deter her from sending her love spells into the universe, neither did it stop the Commoner from returning her affections.

Glinda and Hilda were in love with the King; as was the case with the Commoner, the sisters were in competition with many for his both his hand and his heart. Glinda had decided that she and Hilda would love different versions of the King so as not to make things awkward between them. Glinda fell in love with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed King, while Hilda’s King had dark hair, dark eyes, and Asian features.

“I love him so much,” Zelma murmured as she finished her spell, her eyes landing on a picture of the Commoner she had summoned in their crystal ball.

“And he loves you in return,” Glinda said while tapping her quill pen against her chin.

“He loves an alternate version of me. If he knew what I really looked like, he wouldn’t,” Zelma lamented.

“Our beloveds see our hearts and souls, not our outer appearances,” Hilda stated as she waved a wand over her spell of lust.

Silence as the sisters worked to finalize their spells before casting them into the Void. Suddenly, there was a jarring of the earth and a loud clap of thunder; it was so loud and sharp,  Glinda covered her ears as the house shook.

Zelma looked up, her eyes darting around the room, as if the source of the disruption was in their home.

“The Dark One is casting.” She looked at her sisters uneasily.

WestWorld

On the other side of Cordonia, in WestWorld, The Guardian’s head lifted at the sound of distant thunder. Her eyes fell to her glass of water, now slightly moving across the table from the remnants of the shaking earth. Her gaze narrowed.

“The Witches!” she hissed.

WestWorld was where the children of Cordonia lived. There were some adults:  survivors of trauma and abuse from their previous worlds, but the majority of the residents were children. The Guardian lived there to ensure the under-aged residents were properly housed, clothed and fed. She shielded them from the Witches, whose sorcery and magic were misunderstood by WestWorld.

The Guardian and her Army believed in love and light; no sex was needed for that. Angst and strife were not needed for that. Darkness definitely was not needed. So, the Guardian warned the children constantly not to venture into Eastwick and to never, under any circumstances, read the spells that were cast into the Void from the other side.

And now, the Witches were casting darkness into the Void … again. Dark magic was the only thing that would have such far reaching effects.

The Guardian retrieved an ornate gold box from her cupboards and removed the lid to reveal her crystal ball. She chanted as she waved her hands over the ball, summoning up a spell to inform her of what was happening.

The Dark One appeared in the glass, looking rather smug and pleased; her image faded, to be replaced by the parchment containing her spell. The Guardian fell into her chair, her eyes wide with shock as she read what the Dark One had cast.

The Guardian felt her stomach churn; the children would most certainly want to see what had caused such a disruption in their world. Normally, the citizens of West World were content to read their tales of otherworldly creatures from a time long past, or of the single mothers who loved their childen beyond measure.

But they were children, and they were curious.

And now Dark One was once again summoning the Guardian’s charges to the other side.

The Guardian rose hastily from the table, and ran through the halls calling for her Generals.

One Week Later

Eastwick

The Dark One sat in her living room, her eyes fixed on her Book of Spells, searching for an answer, a solution.

Something.

The Guardian and her Army were calling for the Dark One’s head. They wanted her banished from all of Cordonia, and her spells erased from existence.

The Dark One shook her head to herself.  

That was unacceptable.

The Dark One was in love with the Commoner; she always had been since she first laid eyes on him. However, The Dark One knew she would never stand out in the sea of spells filled with love and lust. She didn’t speak that language.

No, she needed to speak to the Commoner soul to soul.

She focused not on his perfection, but his flaws and insecurities. She sought out the Commoner’s dark side that no one wanted to hear of or speak to. The Dark One offered the Commoner her broken pieces, her sorrow and hurt … and he was finally accepting them.

He was falling for her.

And she refused to let anyone stop them from being together.

With a small sigh, The Dark One sipped from her glass filled with hibiscus wine. This was not her first run- in with The Guardian. When The Dark One cast her first appeal to the Commoner’s dark side, her spell was met with resistance from both Eastwick and Westworld. She had taken a day away from the coven, not in shame, but to consider whether to remove her spell. If it inspired such strong feelings from her fellow witches, would it repel the Commoner?

But it did not.

He began looking her way. He urged her to tell him more about herself; he whispered more of his secrets in her ear. And The Dark One decided not to remove her spell simply because others were jealous the Commoner’s attentions were turning to her.

But now, The Guardian was viciously attacking her, over simple spells! There were threats of her murder if she did not comply with The Guardian’s request. Her sister witches, save for a few, were silent. The chosen to do battle with WestWorld fought alone; however The Dark One was given suggestions, instructions, and encouragements in private:

Listen to their concerns.

Perhaps you need to not cast so many spells.

Just stand down for a little while; it will blow over. The battles always do.

The Dark One thumbed slowly through her Book; her eyes took in the words that her soul had spilled. Her blood, sweat, and tears covered every page. And she knew what she had to do. She would step away from the coven; not because The Guardian told her to, but to protect the innocent.

It meant leaving the Commoner behind and The Dark One wasn’t sure she could do that. She had finally captured his attention and found her understanding.

But she would try.

She just had to do one last thing …

That night in Cordonia the earth shook, and the thunder clapped loudly and incessantly as The Dark One released nearly all her spells into the Void.

The Three Sisters

At the home of The Three Sisters, Zelma fretted as the house shook and dark clouds covered the sky.

“She’s been casting nonstop for a week! They’re threatening to kill her! And now what is she doing? The Void cannot handle so much dark energy.” Zelma stopped pacing to angrily throw her hands in the air. “She’s going to make it so none of us can cast!”

Glinda poured hot tea into three delicate teacups. “Perhaps we can appeal to The Guardian.”

“She won’t listen to us! With The Dark One being so unreasonable, The Guardian will set her sights on us. I’ve dealt with WestWorld once and I’m not eager to be once more tossed into that fray,” Hilda argued as she added honey and lemon to her fragrant beverage.

“If we use our powers of invisibility, she may. I see others from both sides are appealing to her in that manner.”

Zelma and Hilda barely heard their sister; they were watching the crystal ball reveal spell after spell flying past, flurries of parchment and ink whisking before them as if in a windstorm.

“Stop it! Stop the ball!” Hilda yelled.

With a frown of confusion, Glinda waved her hands over the sphere and froze the image. The sisters read the spell before them, eyes widening at the darkness it revealed. When they finished reading, they looked at each other, each trying to process what they just read.

Hilda straightened up. “This…this is not good. Perhaps I will approach the Guardian. I see where she has let the children read one of my spells. She praised it.”

“Perhaps … “Zelma said doubtfully as she reached for her cup.

The knock on the door startled the trio. Glancing at the clock, Glinda wondered aloud who it could be at this hour. Hilda went to the door; she was the oldest and viewed herself as her sisters’ protector. She pulled open the door to see Apple Core.

Apple Core was an outcast amongst the witches. She was without magic, and very demanding of members of the Coven. Apple Core had no true home and only one friend.

“Hello, dearie,” the outcast croaked.

“Good evening,” Hilda responded politely.

She noticed the older woman’s threadbare cloak and cracked, dry lips. Hilda stepped aside, pulling the door open wider as she did so.

“Please, come in. Perhaps partake in a glass of water? And a bowl of brew?”

Apple Core smiled thinly as she entered the household; she ignored Glinda and Zelma rolling their eyes at each other.

“The Dark One is releasing her magic quite freely tonight,” Apple Core remarked as she settled into a wooden rocking chair.

Glinda went to fetch water and brew for their visitor. Zelma and Hilda sat side by side on the sofa.

“Yes, she is. I plan to reach out to The Guardian as she and I are on friendly terms.” Hilda smoothed down her dress.

Apple Core looked at her quizzically. “Why on earth would you think that?”

“She has let the children read one of my spells.” Hilda said with a hint of pride.

WestWorld never allowed a spell to be voluntarily brought into their corner of Fandom.

“Your spell has been removed and cast out of WestWorld. The Guardian has discovered that you are mutuals with The Dark One, and therefore are guilty by association. In fact, all three of you are now on The Guardian’s blacklist.”

Glinda was returning with the sustenance for the visitor and heard the last part of the statement; her voice held an edge when she spoke.

“What are you talking about? I was never mutuals with The Dark One, and Zelma broke ties with her months ago! Hilda has maintained ties with The Dark One, but in name only!”

“This has become so much more than a push to banish The Dark One. And I fear now, even if she leaves, the damage has been done. Deep damage,” Apple Core said cryptically.

Her eyes fell to her bowl and the glass of water; she greedily licked her lips. “The best thing to do … frankly, the only thing … is to deflect The Guardian’s anger and ire back where it belongs. On The Dark One.”

“But how?” Glinda sat next to her sisters.

Apple Core slurped her brew directly from the bowl; splashes of broth splattered both Apple Core’s dark cloak and the silver spoon still sitting on the tray. Her eyes rolled over to the three sisters. “I can only point you in the direction, I cannot lead you.”

Hilda spoke slowly and thoughtfully. “The spell we just read; perhaps that will be enough to redirect The Guardian. I can speak to her invisibly. It can’t hurt.”

“Have you ever used the Spell of Invisibility?” Glinda asked, scoffing slightly.

“Hmmmm, once?” Hilda shrugged.

Glinda shook her head impatiently. “I’ll show you!”

Apple Core finished her meal and rose from her chair. “Your secret is safe with me, dearies. Just know, I have seen many battles fought between the two sides, and this one is going to be far worse than the others before. And a word of caution … The Dark One has even more spells; she just isn’t releasing them yet.”

“MORE spells?” Zelma exclaimed, wondering just how many spells The Dark One had. She rose to  usher Apple Core to the door where she bid the woman a good evening, watching Apple Core’s dark cloak billow behind her as the outcast made her way back to a hut on the outskirts of Eastwick.

Two Weeks Later

Eastwick

Zelma was sobbing as her sisters tried to comfort her. The battle with WestWorld was intensifying at a rapid rate.

Hilda’s attempts to divert The Guardian had failed: The Guardian had already read every spell The Dark One had cast into the void, which led her to seek out who among the Witches approved of such an abuse of power. The Guardian’s research went back over a year and was helped along by several informants, all invisible and anonymous to her but she had her ideas as to who the people were.

Names filled her ears, portions of spells and those who supported them crossed her desk. Her lips tightened a tad more with every name she came across. The Guardian needed a plan; a plan to end this once and for all.

This was so much bigger than simply The Dark One.

Zelma had wanted to approach The Guardian with news that one of the informants was bogus, and a spy for both sides. But in her haste and eagerness, she forgot to cloak herself with the Spell of Invisibility.

The Guardian’s lips had curved in a slightly cruel smile when the two women faced each other in their crystal balls. The Guardian knew who Zelma was; Zelma found out who the Guardian was. The witch flushed beet red and began to stammer, but The Guardian waved her hands and both balls went dark.

Zelma panicked. She knew about the Blacklist and didn’t want to be on it. Zelma didn’t want to be in WestWorld’s crosshairs at all.

She saw what had happened to Hilda; she saw what they were doing to The Dark One. Zelma immediately wrote a letter of apology to both the Coven and WestWorld. She tried to scrub any traces of her affiliation with The Dark One; but still, they remained.

The Guardian refused to listen to Zelma’s apologies and excuses. Moreover, she was angered by the outpouring of love and support for Zelma. But The Guardian held the upper hand, and she did not hesitate to use it.

Zelma was blacklisted and outed.

Her best friend in the coven had her spell creating abilities revoked.

Yet another friend wrote an appeal to both sides, asking to come to a consensus as to the best way to protect the children. She too was outed and blacklisted.

The only concession made by The Guardian was to restore spell creating privileges and to assure Zelma that she was in good company:  Her sisters, along with many others, would be joining her on the list.

Invisibly, Glinda, Hilda, and several others from the coven reached out to The Guardian; they were either ignored, or met with dismissiveness. Hilda’s plea was met with acknowledgement she raised valid points, but The Guardian would not waver on her decision.

This was for the children.

The sisters and their friends were both resigned to and relieved at their fate. Perhaps this Blacklist would be a good thing. They were buoyed by their fellow Witches requesting to be added to the list.

WestWorld and Eastwick rarely interacted; another layer of separation may be the best thing.

WestWorld

The Guardian’s head was in her hands, her fingers splayed across her face. Everything was going to hell in a handbasket, so quickly.

Too quickly.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

The Guardian had started her crusade with one mission in mind: banishment of The Dark One. But that hussy hadn’t left; she had barricaded herself inside of her home after releasing hundreds of spells into the Void. For days on end, all that crossed anyone’s path were dark, potentially triggering spells. The Guardian was truly puzzled how one witch could have so.many.spells. just waiting to be cast. And for the Commoner’s love at that; for the King … The Guardian could see that.

At least it was over.

Then began the influx of invisible, anonymous visitors. The Guardian knew they weren’t all witches, at least in the beginning. The Spell of Invisibility was available to all the citizens of Fandom.

Hour upon hour, The Guardian heard words of support and encouragement; tales of trauma; grateful sobs … all from people with no names or faces.

The Guardian knew she was doing the right thing; she and her Army were protecting those who were defenseless. The Dark One was simply the tip of the iceberg. All the dark spells had to go, and the ones who wrote them had to be outed, at the very least.

A new plan formulated in her mind, and her generals agreed with it.

The Blacklist would include the witch’s names, their addresses, and a list of the offensive spells.

And that is when the others began to visit.

They came while The Guardian slept; they came while she was preparing her meals. One came while she was bathing. All told her she was self-serving, trying to draw attention to herself and WestWorld.

That her plan of the Blacklist was simply telling the children where to go.

That they too were traumatized, and this is how they chose to cope.

The others told her they warned the children not to read their spells because the words they spoke were not for young eyes.

They told her to reach out to the people being put on the list, to walk in their shoes for a day or so.

The Guardian’s brain felt as if it were about to explode from too many voices and too much information.

She argued that she had reached out to the Witches; they had blocked their portals to her.

The Witches said that was an untruth.

The Guardian said she was doing what was best: Providing the children with the witches’ addresses and providing them access to their portals was to protect the children and survivors.

The Witches countered The Guardian was readying her Army to attack them. The children had already used their invisibility and anonymity to bully them to the point of encouraging the witches to commit suicide.

The Guardian said she was making Fandom a safe and nurturing environment for all.

The Witches scoffed at that, arguing that was why they lived in Eastwick and the children lived in WestWorld. It was neither safe nor healthy for either side to interact with each other.

It was all too much; this is not what was supposed to happen. Despite what it looked like, she was not looking to start a war.

But one was underway.

And to make everything even worse, The Dark One was casting spells again.

With a slightly trembling hand, she reached for her glass of water as she popped an aspirin in her mouth. The knock on her portal startled her; water sloshed from the glass and onto her frock.

She raised her head as the witch stepped over the threshold. It was Hilda.

A smile on her face, but a serious look in her eyes, Hilda sat uninvited at the table with The Guardian.

“We need to talk.”

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[inkdemonapologist]

SESSION TWELVE of the BatIM Call of Cthulhu game, aka Continuing to have a Great Time At The Masquerade! : )

Joey and Bendy destabilised early on, meaning Joey went through the ENTIRE masquerade UNABLE TO STOP SMILING

getting some mixed messages here, Joey

Sometimes u dress ur characters up as rabbits for fun but then you have a lot of emotions about them losing their minds and then u gotta draw them losing their minds while dressed as rabbits... anyway Jack being mind-controlled did NOT help Sammy hold onto his mental stability at this nightmare party in case you were wondering,

ANYWAY HAVE, MORE OUT-OF-CONTEXT QUOTES, UNDER THE CUT

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] Joey, make a POW roll also... [Joey] Oh, boy, [GM] ...because Bendy was also told to enjoy this party, and you guys just passed a plate of food, and he wants to eat! [Jack] FEED YOUR SON! [Joey] No!!! [Henry] HES A HUNGRY BOY! [Sammy] A GROWING BOY!

[Henry] Henry will look back to see if Moonlight is trying to follow them! [GM] He will see that Moonlight has grabbed onto the railing of the stairs and is hobbling slowly down them. [Joey] *extremely evil-sounding cackling*

[Jack] All Cthulhu Official Dice actually come weighted, to make you fail.

[Henry] Gotta try harder than that, bitch! [Henry] ....that wasn't in character. [Jack] It's in character, but he's only thinking it. [Sammy] That's the golden text you see on the wall if you use the seeing tool

[Henry] My Luck is 68, I don't know what y'all are doing! [Jack] We're spending Luck so that we'll fail! [Sammy] BEING UNLUCKY! I've barely spent any Luck, I'm just NOT A LUCKY GUY

[Henry] Oh, Avedon's here, [GM] There's a gunshot, and he tries to shoot Fowler! [Joey] Um, well, uh, whoops!, rest in peace Fowler! [Sammy] Yeah, that'll sort itself out, let's go! [GM] Moonlight seems to reconsider from telling people to grab you guys, to grabbing Avedon instead. [Joey] Oh! THANKS AVEDON, your sacrifice will, not be thought about in the slightest!!!

[Sammy] Is... weird question, does this room look like it matches the architecture of the rest of the house? [GM] [GM] [GM] ...make a sanity check.

[Sammy] It would be a like, Come on Jack, do you know where you are, shake it off, snap out of it, kind of thing. [GM] Why don't you make a... a.... oh boy, [Sammy] One of my REALLY persuasive social skills?

[GM] This probably just registers to Jack as, Sammy griping about a party, which isn't that strange. [Jack] Yeahhhh, he wants to leave. He always does that. I wanna stay at least a little longer! [GM] That just means it's Jack's job to find them something fun and good to do. [Sammy] Oh boy, [GM] I don't think Jack is being compelled to be aggressive about this necessarily, he just feels like he's Jack at a party, doing the things Jack normally does, and trying to have a good time! [Sammy] Ah, and everyone else is being weird, [GM] Yeah! Everybody's being really weird! You're at this nice party, and now you're in this weird room? The party's back there somewhere! [Jack] I mean not that he's opposed to bein' dragged into side rooms at parties by cute boys, but,

[GM] The table looks like a table that Henry has in his house, actually. [Sammy] Have I ever been in Henry's house? These are questions I didn't expect to need to ask tonight.

[Sammy] Jack, this is weird! You see this is weird, right?! [Jack] Well yeah, it is kinda weird that we're in-- what are we doing here? [Joey] Joey is going to grab Jack's arm, and point to the next door, and go "Party is this way!"

[GM] Peter looks worried... [Sammy] Sammy looks worried too! Well, Sammy looks angry, but in a worried way.

[Joey] Joey is going to scream frustratedly. [Sammy] Is there ink in this room? [GM] There is not. [Jack] Is there a party in this room? [GM] Definitely no, only the party you bring with you.

[Joey] Joey is going to scream again. [Joey] He's also going to kick the door. He might stub his toe. [Sammy] Through all this, Joey is smiling. I just need us all to remember that. [Joey] YES. Also his tail is furiously going. [GM] Bendy is also upset! There is nothing to eat here.

[Joey] Joey is going to try to feed Bendy some ideas, [GM] He doesn't want ideas, he wants food!

[Joey] So.... what happens if you fumble a sanity roll?

[GM] See, here's the silly part. At this point, right? At this point, the best place to do the tasks you want to do, involve either getting the stone out of the room with the safe, or having the staff that Henry is currently holding. [Sammy] So you would arrive, by completely different means, to the same place that we are! [GM] Clearly Joey is inside the safe.

[Jack] Bad and naughty Joey Drews get put in the safe to atone for their sins!

[Henry] Henry is going to channel his inner Joey Drew and round the corner and say "No, sorry about him, we're just here on inspection, we need to check the safe." [Henry] Which is probably a Fast Talk, which I hope it isn't, because my Fast Talk is a 5. [GM] Unless you wanna try to turn that into a persuade somehow? [Henry] I'll do Persuade! [GM] What are you doing to persuade them, rather than just lying? [Henry] *rolls* I failed... I'm gonna push it... [Sammy] *uneasy noises* IF YOU PUSH IT AND IT GOES BAD, IT GOES WORSE [Henry] AH! HAHA! I ROLLED A SIX! [Sammy] THAT'S STILL NOT LESS THAN FIVE! [Henry] WELL IM DOING PERSUADE! [Sammy] That means you have to NOT LIE! [Henry] ....Fuck. [Henry] Okay, uh, there's an emergency, we need the contents of that safe. [Sammy] THATS STILL A LIE??? [Joey] NO actually, THAT'S TRUE! [Henry] It IS an emergency!!

[Sammy] Sammy cannot believe that this is working.

[GM] Bendy does wonder what his plan is for getting out of the safe. This does not seem like a fun party place. [Joey] Um, [Joey] Joey says it's a surprise.

[GM] Henry, the safe does indeed open! And there's a Joey! [GM] Bendy says "Oh wow!" [Henry] Henry tries his best to keep a straight face, like yes! this is exactly what he came here for! [Sammy] (Sammy is NOT keeping a straight face) [Jack] (Straight? In this party?)

[Jack] He's probably saying something like, "What are you doing, he's one of us!" [Jack] And that could go either way. That could mean "No, he's chill, I will persuade you to stop!" Or that could mean, "We are also criminals!"

[GM, as the guards] Then why does he look like the Yellow King's messenger? [Henry] *not missing a beat* We get that a lot.

[GM] Something falls from the sky and lands in front of him. And it's a person! [Joey] Is he alive? [GM] Very much not. [Sammy] How... how Illusion of Living canon-compliant is this Joey...?

[Jack] So... it would probably occur to Jack that this is weird for a party,

[Henry] Joey don't touch it! [Joey] Why not? [Henry] There's runes around it. I don't know if you can touch it. [Joey] Joey's gonna touch it. [Henry] *long-suffering sigh* If you get zapped, I'll tell you I told you so!

[Jack] Jack really wishes we were just back at the party right now, you guys... [Jack] Only bad things have happened. [Jack] Pete's traumatised, Joey's goopy, the Lurker ate all of the snacks,

[Sammy] Can I try to break free from Henry? Sammy's gonna try to run over there. [Henry] At this point, Sam can go, if he wants. [Sammy] Okay, cool. Then Sammy's gonna go and put ink in his mouth! [Henry] Goddammit. I was hoping you were going to check on Joey!

[Joey] You can’t take all of the sanity hits! You have to leave some for other people! [Jack] Says you! You got so many temps!! And an indefinite!!

[GM] Bendy probably is complaining loudly about WHY DID HE WALK THROUGH THE RUNES??? [Joey] Oh! I thought he was going to complain about the party, or lack thereof, [GM] That’s part of not having fun at the party, he’s not into that! [Joey] Well, [GM] This is not a fun party activity!!

[GM] But he doesn’t think it will destroy either of them, if you do it right! [Jack] That’s a nice, way to end that sentence,

[Sammy] Let us hurry! May I take the stone? [Joey] Joey shrugs. [Sammy] Sammy will, uh, attempt to reach inside of... whatever this is, and find the stone. [Henry] Reach INTO your LOCAL boss, and you will find A Friend And Boy,

[Sammy] Is there anything in this room that I can pick up, and then hit him in the head with? [GM] Henry has a stick... uh....there’s a projector.... [Sammy] Can I pick that up? [GM] No, you cannot. [Sammy] It would be REALLY funny if Sammy dropped a projector on someone else’s head. [Sammy] HOW THE TURNTABLES!!!

[GM] ...Can you impale with a rocking horse...???? [Sammy] I don’t want to impale, I want to knock him in the head so he passes out!!! Rest your head, it’s time for bed!!!

[Jack] I don’t think Jack has any plans after this! [Jack] I meant that in the sense that he doesn’t know what he’s doing next, but the way I phrased it, now it just sounds like he’s hitting on Fowler, like, he doesn’t have anything to do after this, are you free? That’s not canon.

[Joey] I don’t know how this will go, [Sammy] Good luck! [Joey] But Joey would like to-- [Sammy] Sammy believes in half of you! [GM] w-which Sammy? wHICH HALF?!

[Jack] I know you said “note.” But my brain at first processed that word as “milk.” [Henry] *laughing* “Did you get my milk, Fowler?” [Jack] He drank the last carton and he didn’t buy more! [Sammy] “I’m going to the store, want me to get anything? *jumps into the lake*”

[GM] Combat Jack! [Jack] *exasperated* He’s not a Combat Boy! Jack is soft and warm, like mashed potatoes!!!

[GM] Norman is wondering to Henry if he oughta be concerned about you all getting what you want out of this. [Henry] .....Maybe.

[urlocalnctstan]

𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Slow-burnish, Idol AU

Pairing : Jaehyun x Reader ft.Mark (other members too)

Warning(s) : strong language, age-gap, mature contents, weird writing style lmao, uh what else? idk but yeah

Disclaimer :The story is completely fictitious, idol-fan relationships are not common so some of you crazy ones out here, pls don’t get too delusional, your oppas will be your oppas only virtually, not in real life.

Playlist : Youtube Link / Written

Word Count : 5.4k

Summary : ‘Time and tide waits for none’- a quote that is universally accepted and believed. You both had had your experience of meeting the right one at the wrong time, the concept of love long forgotten after the sudden downfall of your relationship together. But will time eventually heal everything for you both?

The car came to a halt, your mind subconsciously drifting back to the humiliation you faced tonight back at the office.

“ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB, Y/N?” your boss was a fuming mess, his whole office scattered with the documents you had brought just a few moments ago. At the sight of the shredded papers, you felt you heart clench. You worked so hard for this project, disregarding God knows how many nights of your sleep. The feeling of abomination was slowly creeping up from the pit of your stomach towards the man who stood taut, seething in rage.

“HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO JUST DO WHAT THEY ASKED YOU TO?” He yelled, his fist furiously banging on his wooden desk, beneath his hand rested some pieces of the torn documents.

“Sir, even you know how risky it is to design as they asked to. If a blunder happens it is our company that is to be held accountable, not theirs.” you knew it was pointless to reason with the stubborn headed prick, but you had to try out your luck.

“Get out. Out, out, out. Get your fucking face out of my face.” He swished his index finger repeatedly, letting out a frustrated shriek just as I was about to exit his office. His wrath was nothing new in the office, as all the other employees shot me a rather pitying look when they saw me exiting the team leader’s office with hands full of ripped papers. Wow, my 2 weeks worth of sleep. Just wow. You didn’t bother to reciprocate their sympathetic glances, storming out of the corridor as you furiously started clicking the floor to your cabin. The jabbing of your finger on the glowing button that read ‘13’ was the only sound that resonated in the fairly empty area, earning annoyed looks from the two individuals who stood right behind you.

“Ah, fuck.” You banged your head against the steering, recalling the even as you clutched the handles harshly. “Why,” another bang. “do I,” bang. “live like” bang. “this,” bang. You could feel your face was burning without even touching it, streams of tears flowing down. Just as you were about to give yourself another bang, the sudden honk of a car made you pause amidst your ritual. Indeed all motherfuckers love to test my patience. You decide to ignore the rider, mainly because you were also partially at fault for resting in your car in the middle of the park. You twisted the metal keys as the ignition went off, signaling your car was ready to flee. Yet again, you were distracted by soft knocks. You prayed to God to help you not lose your shit, at this point you were questioning if He ever hears your woes at all. The soft knocks stop immediately when you started to pull down the window, the person straightening only crouch again.

“Y/n?” his called out unsurely, as if he were afraid of mistaking you for someone else. You knew that voice, and that is not good news. Shit.

“Mark?” you were surprised to say the least, not expecting to run into an old friend. “Oh my god! How have you been?” You shoot out of your driver’s seat, instantly being engulfed into a bone crushing hug by the male.

“I have been good. Oh god, I can’t believe this! I can’t believe I ran into you after so long!” Mark still held you tight your embrace, the sudden reunion making him feel giddy with excitement.

“Yes indeed,” you were the first to pull out from the hug. You took a moment to study him; black mask covering half of his face as he smiled widely, eyes crinkled and the signature cheekbones still the same as they were in the past. God, it’s really been so long. “What are you up to these days?”

“Er,” Mark scratched his head as he laughed nervously, unsure if he was allowed to give you spoilers about his new album. “I have been working on my solo album actually.” 

“Are you for real?” You found yourself hugging Mark again at the joy of his successful career. “I’m so so proud of you mate!”

“Thank you, thank you,” Mark swayed you lightly, his voice muffled due to the mask he wore. Mark was the one to pull out now, still keeping your caged as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “In no way I am gonna let you leave without a trace again,” he almost groaned.

“Promise, I won’t anymore,” you signaled to the stack of files that rested on the backseat of your car. “They won’t leave me alone.”

“I’ll just ask your boss to assign you with more tasks then,” he giggled mischievously, earning a light smack from you at the mention of such an absurd idea.

“I’ll track your way to hell to kill you again if you do something like that,” you hissed at Mark, who was still giggling at your frustrated reaction. The atmosphere became quiet as Mark looked up in the vacant sky, deep in thoughts while you waited for him to continue. Your phone buzzed against your leather coat.

[From Bullhead] : Don’t think I am overlooking your mess. This is the first and final warning from me.

You shivered, half from the cold and half from the text you just received.

“26th, sharp at 8 PM, my place.” He snapped his fingers, hooting at the realization of having a free day in his busy scheduled life.

“Okay, done.” You should have refused, you thought. But for some reason, you found yourself agreeing to his offer, you felt both sad and guilty for disappearing out of your friend’s life without a trace. However, you couldn’t ignore the greedy feeling you felt, the want to see him again. “I think I should be done around...7:30? So I think I’ll be able to make it.” You unlocked and handed him your phone.

“You have to make it,” his eyes focused on the screen of your device, swiftly typing what you assumed was him number. “Just incase, text me if I happen to forget - no I know that look, Y/n, you must text if that happens..” He rolled his eyes, knowing that how much you would be overthinking about possibly tiring him because of his busy lifestyle. Mark dialed his number from your phone before handing it back to you. You visibly snickered at the name he saved his contact with : ‘My Boo MarkLee <3’ 

“Stop pretending as if you never renamed my existence as Markie Boo,” he groans, remembering how this has been his another one of the hundred pet names he had. Your conversation was cut mid way as his phone loudly vibrated in his phone, swiftly pulling it out as the guy whined in annoyance.

“Yo, I gotta go now I guess, something came up at the company.” He looked sad, pouty. “See you around, yeah?” You were pulled into another hug by the male, he surely loved to hug as usual.

“Yes, yes. Now go. Don’t be late.” You patted his back, pulling out of the hug and shooing him away towards his car.

“See ya, Mom.” He beamed as he sped off with his car. 

“Dumbass.” You muttered, softly laughing at the name he would always call you by, despite being years younger than him. You rounded around your car, getting inside. The start was bad but the end was good nonetheless. The keys of your car jiggled as you closed the door. Again, you twisted the keys, your mood slightly better than before for which you were grateful. Your car’s ignition blared, as you positioned towards the exit of the park, subtly muttering ‘long ass ride.’

The digits ‘7:37’ glowed on the the small digital clock beside your desktop. You felt stiff, stretching your neck as your bones made those cracking noes. You stare at your toes, zoning out was your passion and you excelled at it. You snapped straight, letting out a deep sigh as you started to scheme the projects before you were to hand them over to your bullhead boss. Soon enough, you were done, muttering almost too loudly for everyone that you wished your boss would be napping off instead of being awake.

Good for you, your prayers were answered for the first time in a while. You quietly placed the files that contained all the details that needed to be checked again by your boss, quietly making your way out of his cabin as soon as possible. On you way, you informed his secretary you were leaving, her face wore distraught and annoyance but softens as she saw you approaching. Sometimes you felt sympathetic towards her, often asking the heavens to bless her with utmost patience and perseverance to deal with the bullhead.

The marble floor clicked with every step you took, the sounds eerily audible in the serene lobby. It was very rare for the lobby to be filled with people in evening, the employees would practically sprint off their seats as soon as the clock hits 7. You made your way out of the building, making a mental note to buy a gift for Mark on your way back to home. What would he like? Take outs? Homemade? Wine? You drove across the street before halting your car in front of the department store that was situated just a few blocks away from your office. The header of the store glowed, the alleys seemingly half-crowded with people of different occupations you assumed. You let out a hiss as you felt a chill run down your spine, it was almost the end of Autumn which meant Winter was just round the corner. You decided to rely on your instincts, deciding to gift your friend a fancy bottle of wine despite having zero knowledge about it.

You were never quite the fan of wine. According to you, the seemingly alcoholic drink was too expensive, plus the etiquettes that came along for its consumption would always just make your turn your head away every time you laid your eyes across one. You schemed through the white shelves filled with different tastes and colors of wine, each hailing from various corners of the world. “How do I even spell it?” You crouched down a bit to a bottle that had caught your attention, the exquisite name was starting to make your head hurt. It’s probably a white wine you thought, the transparent color of the liquid was what made you convince. But something rather nostalgic caught your sight, before you could even realize, you found your fingertips caressing the cold glass bottle of the red liquid that you held now.

“If were to be a drink, then what would I be?” You lazily laid sprawled across the couch in the living, while you boyfriend who sat on the marble floor across fumbles with the knotted bunch of cables. Jaehyun had his gaze focus of the wire maze in his hands, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted in immense concentration.

“Peach milk,” he smiled, unbeknownst to you he was actually implying a double meaning for his answer.

“And why that?” You felt his choice a bit amusing, not really expecting that as an answer.

“Because I love your ass and boobs,” he winked, only to be hit by a pillow that was resting beneath your curled legs. Jaehyun felt himself giggling by your reaction, it was cute to see you being annoyed. “Babe, c’mon. I can’t lie about it.” 

“Never mind, just forget it.” You started to get a bit pissed, hurt as well because your sensitive ass thought he would probably say something sweet that would make you heart flutter. 

“Peach milk is my favorite, that’s the main reason why,” Jaehyun shifted his focus back to the cables, the last two knots were too adamant to let go of each other. You felt yourself smiling, too wide, he definitely knew you well. Cheeky bastard.

“What about me?” he asked, eyes still focused as he working on untying the last knot.

“Hmmm...” you shifted your position on the couch, now sitting up as you stared your boyfriend’s figure for a short while.

“Red wine.” sophisticated, classy, unique, warm. If you were to describe the aura around him, these would be the first choices.

However, your answer seemed to have caught Jaehyun’s attention, pausing in his tracks as he got curious as to why the specific choice. He had a huge grin on his face, he adored how you remembered the specific detail of red wine being his favourite, for he mentioned it in your first date which was 2 years back. But he knew there was more to it. He knew you too well. “But why red wine?”

You kept your gaze fixated on Jaehyun as he gets up from the ground, putting the cables in a secure manner to avoid another tie war. He hugged the pillow tight which you had previously thrown on him, before propping down beside you on the couch with a tired sigh, looking at you intently. It was as if you both were having a staring contest. So you rested your head on your right hand, both staring each other with soft smiles before you continued.

“You are much more to what everyone thinks you are,” you notice how Jaehyun cocks an eyebrow, still staring and trying to process what you just said.

“Just like wine, the more I know you, the more I know just how amazing you are. Both sweet and sour, but the balanced ratio of it is what makes you more admirable.” You admired how he was always able to balance things out, prior to what everyone believes about him, he had both good and bad sides to him. And that’s what made him more human, him acknowledging his flaws. That’s what made you fall for him.

Hearing you, Jaehyun thought he might dislocate his jaw anytime soon for smiling so hard. His heart started to do all sort of flips, ears starting to pink. It was at times like this when you don’t need words to express how you were feeling, silent but the communication was still present. Jaehyun slides his hand into yours, you glanced at both of your intertwined fingers before looking at him, his eyes full of hearts for you. You giggled, feeling shy at his intense stare but returning him the same way.

“I love you,” he whispered, his starry eyes which were only looking at you.

“Excuse me miss,” You jolt at the sudden change of voice coming from behind you. You whip around, a girl probably in her late teens stood nervously, her hands fidgets with the belts of her backpack. 

“Miss, you were kinda in the way so..” you felt flustered for absent-mindedly drifting into your dreamland while shopping for your friend, chiding yourself mentally in the process.

“Ah, I am so sorry,” you moved swiftly to the side to allow the teen some space to carry out her shopping. “Please, carry on.” You smiled softly. Though at the back of your mind you wanted to point out how she shouldn’t be consuming alcohol, but disregarded the urge nonetheless. Sometimes children should get to enjoy their minimal amount of fun in their youth too. You were still clutching the red wine bottle in your hand, eyeing it one last time before placing it back in the racks. You cleared your throat, as if to let the voices speaking inside your head know that you are not a stupid 20 year old anymore. You shake your head, glancing around to inspect if others were judging your state before proceeding to the counter for the random wine you picked which might have cost you half of your monthly salary. It’s okay to spend once in a while.

Mark was literally running around his apartment. Running. His head shot up as he remembered something. “Shit, fuck, are the bathroom lights okay?” he murmured to himself, sprinting off to the bathroom that was located in his vast living room first, followed by the ones in his bedroom and guestroom. Mark was still a newbie to the norms of living alone, him being a newborn living-alone man for sparsely 2 months. And he would barely be home due to his schedules. There were even times he would just forget his own bedroom.

“What else, what else,” he glanced over the whole area eyes drifting here and there before he realized something. Dumbass forgot to check if there were even enough food for two. Mark quickly scurried to the kitchen counter, the utensils were more than enough before checking his fridge. Beers? Check. Soju? Check. Kimchi? Check. Slices of chicken breast? Check. But the 33 year old still felt something was missing. Mark shifted his focus on the wooden shelf that was just above the kitchen sink, the transparent glass door of it making a creak sound as he opened it. For an apartment who’s owner was barely home, the shelf was definitely well packed and organized. It contained all sorts of ramen, tteokbokki and any other fast food you could name. “What else, what else, what else, what else,” he kept chanting, as if by some magic his chants of short memory would be heard and he would know what else was he missing out. He hunched over the lower shelf to inspect if all the sauces his housekeeper stores for him were present there. Absorbed in his thoughts, Mark did not notice the sudden sound of his bell going off, before the sounds just got repeated and even more louder. 

“What the fuck?” his eyebrows creased in annoyance, cussing out all the profanities he had in his vocabulary at the visitor’s insolent mannerism. Mark was beyond pissed, the person behind the other side of the door not only disrupted his memory battle but also had the audacity to ring the bell like a 3 year old in the middle of the night. Instead of just answering from the intercom, he directly opened the entrance door. “Look, it’s like 11 in the night - Hyung?” Mark halted his rant session as he realized it was Jaehyun standing in front of his house. Covered in black shirt, black mask, black pants - black everything, it would take a while for others who did not know him personally to recognize the member of the top boy group in the industry.

“Were you shitting or something,” Jaehyun smiled before casually giving his best friend a hug. Mark pulls out some of the spare slippers he had stored, while Jaehyun sits on the wooden step as he unties the knots of his black adidas. As Jaehyun get ups, he looks over to the other male standing in front of him, then down at the slippers and then again to the male.

“What?” Mark laughed, his hands shifting to the sides of his waist.

“Mark, please don’t go shopping by yourself next time,” Jaehyun silently judged Mark for offering him the fluffly colourful pink body and yellow polka dots slippers, similar to the ones he was wearing but the combination in opposite. 

“I got them from the BOGO offer going on in the supermarket just down the lane,” Mark wiggled his toes under the furry layer of clothing, slightly humming at the texture. “Bro this shit comfortable and cute, you can’t deny that.”

Jaehyun gives him another look, amused at how his bandmate’s old habits were still the same. “I help you out with your fashion choices next time. Don’t worry.” He patted Mark’s should, a sympathetic grin on his face as he anticipated the other male’s dramatic reaction. 

“Oh please,” Mark scoffed. “More like you need my and Johnny hyung’s assistance for your monotonous wardrobe!”

Jaehyun laughed at his friend’s rebuttal before lazily propping himself on the bean sack in the living room with a low hum. Oddly enough, Mark’s apartment felt more homely than his own apartment which was just above a few floors.

“But what brings you here?” Mark walks over to his fridge, judging by his friend’s sudden visit, he knew drinks had become a necessary part of the night. “And what about Hayoung?”

“What about her?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrow at Mark, skillfully catching the beer Mark had tossed to him after asking about Hayoung, Jaehyun’s, well complicated girl something.

“I though you guys might just....I don’t know, be official or something.” Mark stole a glance towards his friend, nervously opening his can. The momentary pin drop silence was an indicator, he indeed blurted something he should not have. The fizzy hiss of the beer can being opened barely broke the ice.

“I don’t do things like official,” Jaehyun scoffed, producing a low sigh after sipping the beer. Mark decided not to further press his friend, despite having an old unresolved grudge against Jaehyun somewhere deep within him. It had been years since all of that had happened, but he still felt hostility creep up inside every time he remembers that night, that week, that month. After all, it was you that Jaehyun had completely broken, torn and ripped apart.

Unbeknownst to the rummaging thoughts inside the mind of his bandmate, it took a while for the older to realize how oddly clean and organized the apartment looked. Jaehyun turned to Mark, eyebrows raised with mischievousness coating his words. “You having someone for the night tomorrow?”

Mark almost made a disgusted face but instead opted to scrunch. “Bro, I don’t have Tinder, neither do I wanna be a carrier of STDs.” Mark placed his empty can on the small glass table, simultaneously letting out a tired huff. Jaehyun almost took an offense to the statement, the attack was definitely but indirectly made towards him. But he decided to shrug it off, Mark was not lying after all. Jaehyun did not even know half of the girls’ names he had slept with, someday or another mixing up names which ends in him getting kicked out or being cursed out. That was what had happened that night as well. 

“Okay, I forgot. Hayoung, yes. Speak.” Jaehyun shot an incredulous look to the younger, as if he was able to read his mind or something. Mark only furrowed his eyebrows at the reaction.

“I-I....got kicked out,” Jaehyun’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the sharp eared male was able to catch his friend’s low murmur. Mark stifled his giggle, only to receive a glare from his friend. Jaehyun ran his fingers through his newly dyed lilac hair. Fucking embarrassing.

“But what made her do that?”

Jaehyun felt chills run down his spine as the scenario replayed in his head. He shivered despite the heater being on, an amused Mark glancing while chugging down the small remaining amount of beer. Mark was being a gentleman trying to conceal his laughter as Jaehyun rambled how he managed to fuck up yet another good hook-up buddy. At this point, Mark was not even surprised. Victim to his obvious facial expressions, Mark hated lying, and equally hated being lied to as well. Jaehyun side glanced his friend, a loud annoyed snort escaping from him. “Having fun, aren’t you?”

“Well, I mean it’s fun — sorry,” Mark clears his throat. He should be the type of friend who gives advices instead of laughing. Mark wiggled in his seat, distorting the empty can before having a perfect shot in the trashcan just a few feet away from him. Smooth one.

“I think I might retire, or just quit after the current contract ends,” Jaehyun felt tight, the words came out from him in a way too suffocating form. Mark visibly tenses, his laidback posture now crouching forward to his friend. Mark was too pre-occupied in his escalating solo career, the support he had been getting even before the official stage was way too much for him to fathom, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. A stinging guilt crept up inside him, chiding himself of being such an inconsiderate friend. “It’s high-time I start to live on my own accord.”

Mark decided to rather not pressurize the half-drunk dude with his numerous questions as to why or what has made him to take such a step. Jaehyun struggled to keep his eyes open, exhaustion was taking over his body ever faster now that he had booze in his system. Jaehyun would have rather opted to just spend the night on the couch (he preferred Mark’s limited edition long L shaped sofa over any king sized bed) but the guy decided to not get welcomed by his mate as ‘good morning.’ Mark put a hand on Jaehyun’s knee, an attempt to stop the non-stop stomping which was a very well-known drunk habit of him. Piling the blankets he just brought, the younger warned again, eyes like red lazer lights before trudging towards his bedroom. 

Feet wobbly, Jaehyun struggles to drag his build to switch off the remaining lights in the living room, glancing throughout the long empty space. He gulped down harshly, the familiar empty feeling creeping back to him which he had been avoiding for so long — for years. Jaehyun took a deep sigh, the heavy feeling feeling weighing down his chest as he took light steps towards the big glass window which granted him the view of the whole city. His eyes flickered at the luminous sight. He felt big but small, full, content but numb and empty. 

“Hyung, you’re still awake?” a sleepy voice spoke from behind, breaking out Jaehyun from his trance. 

“Huh?” It took a moment for him to process an answer. “Uh yeah. just like that. You go sleep.”

Mark shrugged, walking towards his bed as Jaehyun plopped down harshly on the duvet, wincing slightly as he felt a sprain in his lower back. With the alcohol slowly losing its effect on him with each passing second, Jaehyun started to feel more sober, more drawn back into the reality. He hated it. This feeling he was feeling.

Mark was having a rather difficult time to fall asleep. He even put on a random sleeping eye mask he uses for travelling, but alas that did not help either. He was too giddy, too excited for tomorrow. Pulling up the blankets over his head, Mark was assured he was safe from everyone, even maybe from God as a huge grin breaks out on his face. As much as he hates to admit it, Mark loved how things turned out to be the way they were.

“Oh god, this is so awkward. Oh god can I please please just die already?” Mark halted on his steps at the voice, glistening in sweats after the recent stage. He thought it would be an adventure to opt for the public washroom in disguise since the green rooms’ ones were all occupied by the rest of the members; and boy, Mark was really giving his all hold his pee.  

“OH GOD!” the sudden yelp caused the male to shriek quietly, muttering an inaudile ‘jesus’. Despite the odds, Mark decided not to test his luck, holding in the bubbling feeling just before explosion as much as he could. Muttering quiet curses, the male struggled to hold his posture as he stealthily tried to get to the other side of the stairs. Too busy in his on the way to urination voyage, Mark realized it was too late, he bumped. Bumped into someone. A girl. Hell yeah fucked. Panic crept at the back of his throat as he anticipated what was coming forth. Him being surrounded by numerous fan as he desperately tries to hold his pee. What a fucking sight.

“Look, I know you might be a staff or something,” Mark whipped his head at your voice. “But please just oh god,” you rambled, leaving the man standing with his legs crossed tightly in utter confusion. “I had no idea — Mark Lee?”

The colors from his faced drained, Mark turned casper for a split second. 

“PLEASE!” he was quick to react, half-whispering as he desperately caught your hands. “Please don’t just, uh.., shout or something.”

You immediately raised your hands in defense. “I uh have no reason to do so?” You stated, observing how he was literally squirming, it did not take you long to understand that the canadian needed to go the washroom as soon as possible. ”Oh!” You quickly moved. “Sorry for blocking your way!” Before he could even say thank you, you disappeared without any trace. Mark made a quick mental note to thank you, well that only if he ever happens to cross paths with you again. And deep down, he wised he would. On the other hand, you let out another distressed growl, promising to all of the heavens that never will you be ever accompanying your cousin sister, or let alone come to any concerts from now on. The stunt your drunken cousin had pulled just a while ago was humiliating enough, but of course, she had to spice it up by vomiting on the hallways just in front of the green room. You silently prayed and hope with all your might that maybe they will be generous enough not to sue you or ask for compensation for the mess, looking around cautiously for any employees before you sprinted off for the exit door, and yes, dragging the passed out stunt lady.

Mark felt as if he had a halo above his head, the water balloon inside him finally set free. But he had to race when he saw his phone buzzing with notifications, all of them belonging to his manager or the group chat of the members chanting same syllables ‘Where are you’ ‘show starts in 2′ ‘get yo ass here’. It did not take the rapper too while before he reached the green room, the makeup artists and stylists immediately wrapping themselves around him with brushes and hair sprays. He was smiling, genuinely smiling as he replayed the encounter he just had. Johnny raised an eyebrow with an amused grin on his face. 

“What’s with the smile, bro?” Johnny pulls up some random exercises to relieve the tension in his muscles.

Instead of dodging his question, Mark replied, still smiling, but wider. “The pee voyage was a nice one.”

Johnny judged the younger for a second before chuckling and heading towards the stage. The loud noises from the fans echoed throughout the whole arena, full of green lightsticks gleeming like blossoming spring garden. No wonder I called them grass, Mark thought. But today, he was looking for a rather specific individual, his eye scanning almost all the faces in the crowd. He hoped to see you again, smiling gleefully as he performed, but thought that it was too greedy of him to want this much in a span of a day. And so he performed, for the first time without any pressure of doing good, enjoying every moment of the stage he was on and yet again, wished that maybe, maybe your paths will collide with his again.

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part 2

[btschooseafic]

Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: The boys start filming vlogs.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. [Masterlist]

Track 15: First log

Video Phone- Beyoncé ft. Lady Gaga, William Burke

“On your video phone (Make a cameo)

Tape me on your video phone (I can handle you)”

December 2012

“Okay, well, that takes care of the budget section of our meeting,” Aviva said, looking up from her papers. Jimin and Taehyung were playing some kind of hand game. Jin was watching something on his phone. Yoongi and Jungkook were napping on Jin’s shoulders. Namjoon was slumped over a bit and wearing sunglasses indoors, so she was pretty sure he was sleeping as well. Hoseok had been in the bathroom for over ten minutes now, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was really constipated or something. She let out a long breath. “Seriously, guys?”

“Hmmm?” Jin looked up at her, smiling innocently. “I’ll wash the dishes in the morning.” Aviva rubbed her temples.

“Yeah, you said that already. We already finished the cleaning schedule.”

“Oh.” He blinked at her. “Then… what were we talking about?” He looked at Taehyung and Jimin, who shrugged.

“The budget,” she said. “Which you might’ve known if you had actually been paying attention to me instead of playing on your phone.” Jin’s smile turned a little sheepish. “Ah, but you three get credit for staying awake at least.”

“I’m awake,” Yoongi said. Jin jolted.

“Aish.” He rubbed his chest. “Min Yoongi-yah, don’t scare me like that!”

“Boo,” Yoongi muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looked at Aviva, his gaze suddenly so alert it made her blush. He smirked. “I’ll work on a grocery budget with hyung so you don’t have to.”

“Thanks, Yoongi-yah.” She let out a breath of relief. “That would be a big help. Now, let’s wake the others up, cause they actually really need to hear this next part.”

“Hmm.” He kicked Namjoon’s shoulder. “Joon, wake up.”

“Wh-what?” Namjoon sat up straight and looked around. “Why’s it so dark in here?”

The others snickered.

“Maybe these?” Tae suggested, stealing his sunglasses and putting them on his face instead. “Wow, yeah, these are dark. How do you see in these things?”

“I’ll wake Jungkookie up,” Jimin offered, springing up and shoving the youngest boy. “Kookie, time to wake up!” Jungkook just groaned.

“He’s so cute,” Jin cooed, cradling him under his arm.

“JK, if you don’t wake up right now, I’m going to take a picture of Jin-oppa cradling you like a baby and send it to Jen,” Aviva threatened.

Jungkook sat up abruptly, nearly knocking his head into Jin’s.

“I’m awake! Don’t do it!”

“Blackmail?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at her.

“The tricky part is, she’d probably think it was really cute,” Aviva admitted.

“Yeah, but cute in what way?” Jungkook thought aloud. “Probably not the right way…”

“What’d I miss?” Hoseok asked, walking back into the room.

“Doesn’t matter,” Aviva said. “Everybody else missed it as well…” She paused as Yoongi caught her eye. “…With the exception of Yoongi-oppa who gets a gold star.” Yoongi smiled smugly.

“Kinky,” Hoseok said appreciatively. Aviva blinked at him.

“…How?”

“I don’t want to know,” Yoongi said, waving his hand as Hoseok opened his mouth again. Hoseok shrugged.

“Anyway,” Aviva said loudly. “Special announcement—Youtube finally gave us permission for an official channel, so I’d like for you all to start posting vlogs.” They blinked at her. “Video logs.”

“Logs…” Jungkook stared at her uncertainly.

“Just talk to the camera,” Aviva said. “About what you did today, or what your hopes for the future are.” Namjoon grimaced, shaking his head. “Joon, I know you like to write silly raps just for fun sometimes, maybe you could record one of those? I could edit them in sort of a meme format, and that should attract some viewership.” Understanding passed over Jungkook’s face. Aviva pointed at Jimin and Hoseok. “And you two can post routines that wouldn’t be spoiling any original content.”

“Ah, like, coming soon, Bangtan boys,” Hoseok said the last part in a surprisingly deep voice. Aviva blinked.

“Hobi, you ever considered voice acting?”

“Eh?”

She shook her head. “But I’m getting sidetracked… anyway, I’d like you each to get me a video by the end of the week.”

“The end of the week!” Jungkook repeated worriedly.

“It doesn’t have to be anything special,” she told him. “Just be sure to record it in the studio, there’s the best soundproofing in there.”

“Beep—Wrong,” Taehyung said. “It’s the Bangtan Room, not the studio!”

“I’ll call it the Bangtan Room if you actually pay attention during next week’s meeting,” Aviva offered. Taehyung rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“You drive a hard bargain, manager-noona.”

She sighed.

“But, who would want to know what we do all day?” Jimin wondered.

“Come to think of it, I’m not comfortable in front of the camera… I’m not sure I can do it,” Jungkook thought.

“I could be in the background out of the shot to keep you company,” Aviva offered. He frowned at her.

“Yeah, I think that would only make it worse.”

“Jungkook-ah, you’re going to be an idol, get used to it,” Yoongi said bluntly. Jungkook grimaced. “Unless you want to be treated like a baby forever?”

“No.” Jungkook’s brow furrowed.

“Don’t worry,” Jin said. “I’ll show you how to do it. Watch and learn!”

“…What, now?” Jungkook wondered, as no one moved.

“Ah… maybe tomorrow,” Jin thought.

“Okay.” Aviva gave him a thumb’s up. “Let’s meet at the studio around this time tomorrow and see how it’s going.” Jin smiled nervously. “Yoongi-oppa, text me some kind of treat you want and I’ll bring it for you.”

“Hmm, now I kind of want to know what Hobi thought a gold star meant,” Yoongi said thoughtfully. Hoseok opened his mouth again.

“Nope.” Aviva made an X with her arms.

‘Have you decided what you want?’ Aviva texted Yoongi first thing in the morning before she even got out of bed.

‘…I wanna eat meat.’

‘You always do! But remember the budget…’

‘right. ㅠ.ㅠ ok. Can I be exempt from logs for the next couple of weeks? I can do a product review of the new soundboard that I’m getting, but it hasn’t come yet.’

‘Ok. The viewers will miss out on your cute face, though,’ she texted before she thought too much about it. She froze. Shit.

‘Shut up >//<, u r the cute one.’

She laughed. ‘No, it definitely you. Just look at that emoji usage!’

 ‘u text like my grandma.’

 ‘u live like a grandpa.’

 ‘I see, so we match well together~’

She laughed again. It wouldn’t be too bad if not everyone got a log out this week. As long as two of three members posted something, that would be good. But was that really enough of a treat for Yoongi? She hadn’t done any baking in a while, and if she did something with ingredients she already had, it wouldn’t break the budget.

‘Do you like sweet things?’ She texted, and then got up to get dressed and start the day. Her phone buzzed. She finished getting dressed and looked at it.

‘d(^_^)b Duh. ♡.♡ Check the name.’

 ‘I thought it had something to do with basketball?’

‘…It does. I was just… guess I’ve spent too much time with hyung. ^^; ’

Aviva snorted.

That morning, Hoseok had somehow convinced Yoongi to join him at a nearby basketball court. They were shooting hoops, and Hoseok was frustrated, because Yoongi was winning, even though he kept taking breaks to look at his phone. He kept smiling at it, and at one point Hoseok even thought he blushed, although that might’ve been from the exercise.

“Who are you texting with?” He wanted to know.

“Your mom,” Yoongi said, without looking at him. Hoseok whipped at his ass with his sweat towel. Yoongi attempted to fight back, but Hoseok caught the towel, holding it as he smirked.

“Ah. I bet it’s Avi-yah.” He leaned over closer, trying to get a look at Yoongi’s phone screen. “What did she say that made you blush like that? Or was it a naughty photo?”

“That would be sexual harassment, technically, I think,” he said, twisting away from Hoseok, trying to keep his phone hidden. “Since she’s our manager.”

“Not if it’s totally consensual,” Hoseok thought, grabbing at the phone. Yoongi finally just shoved his phone in his bag.

“Let’s go back to the dorm and shower before she gets there,” he said.

“You don’t want her to see you all sweaty and messy?” Hoseok teased. Yoongi shot him a weird look.

“She’s seen me after dance practice plenty of times.”

“Ah, right.”

They walked out of the court, continuing down the street towards the dorm.

“Anyway, she doesn’t seem like the type,” Yoongi said, so quietly Hoseok almost didn’t hear him.

“To want to see you sweaty?” He wondered, confused. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“To take pictures like that.”

Hoseok blinked. “Eh? You were still thinking about that?” Hoseok grinned. Yoongi was definitely blushing this time. “It’s always the quiet ones. Like, I bet you’re pretty kinky.”

“Depends who I’m with,” he said honestly.

“Ah.” Hoseok nodded. “You’re a switch.” Yoongi stared at him.

“…Can I consensually murder you?”

“What? No! How would that even…” Hoseok stopped suddenly as a familiar car pulled up alongside them.

The window rolled down and Aviva waved at them.

“Morning, boys. Need a lift?”

“Sure!” Hoseok said, going to open the passenger seat door.

“Ah, no, I have stuff on the seat,” she told him. “Sit in the back.”

“Okay, okay.” They got in the back. “What’s on the seat?” He wondered, trying to lean forward to see.

“Buckle your seatbelt, Hobi,” she ordered.

“I got it.” Yoongi buckled him in.

“…They’re cookies I made for Yoongi-oppa,” she said quietly. Yoongi blinked, and then a smile spread over his face.

“What? Hyung doesn’t deserve cookies,” Hoseok protested. “He threatened to murder me!”

“Yeah, cause he was saying dirty stuff about you again, Siljangnim,” Yoongi told her, without even hesitating. Hoseok gasped.

“Aish, you tattletale! Seriously?”

“While I appreciate you trying to defend my honor, or whatever, oppa, don’t murder him, that would be too much paperwork. Anyway, that stuff doesn’t bother me,” Aviva said. Yoongi and Hoseok looked at each other, and then her.

“Wait, really?” Yoongi said. “Why?”

“I grew up with Soonyoung, so I’ve been kind of… desensitized to that stuff?”

“Ah.” Both boys nodded. “That’s why your reactions are so amusing,” Hoseok figured. Aviva made a face.

“You know, both her and Taehyungie have said that before, I don’t get what I’m doing that’s so amusing.”

“Hmmm. Well, it’s similar to the satisfaction I feel when get Yoongi-yah or Tae Tae to react to things,” Hoseok told her. “They’ve got good poker faces, but they’re marshmallows on the inside.”

“Yeah,” Aviva agreed. “Cause he’s Suga.” Hoseok laughed as Yoongi groaned, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Later in the Bangtan Room, Jin was dressed oddly formal, in a suit.

“Seokjin-oppa,” Aviva started, but Hoseok interrupted her, pressing his finger to her lips.

“Shush. Just let enjoy the view for a moment.” He paused, tilting his head. “Eh, the moment has passed—why such a plain suit? That cut and color? So boring…”

“More importantly,” Aviva said. “Jin-oppa, you don’t have to do this in front of us, if it’s stressing you out too much.”

“Ha ha, of course not! I’m not stressed at all,” Jin said. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re standing as stiff as a board!” Aviva said.

“So…” Jin brushed his hair away from his face, ignoring her. “I’m going to do a three-line poem using my name.”

Aviva stared at him as he recited. “I don’t get it... did I lose something in translation?”

“No,” Hoseok told her. “It’s just not funny.”

“Yah!” Jin said, finally breaking from his robotic stance. “What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t fun at all,” Jungkook agreed, his nose wrinkling as he smiled slightly.

“It was hilarious,” Jimin disagreed. “But maybe not for the right reasons.”

“I’ve been thinking about the concept for these logs, but… do you think three-line poems are the right direction?” Namjoon wondered, tapping his chin.

“Not to mention the suit…” Yoongi added.

“Right?” Hoseok agreed.

“Is it too much?” Jin touched his lapel nervously. “I thought it would show I’m taking it seriously.”

“Aw, Jin-oppa, I really do appreciate the thought…” Aviva smiled at him gently. He smiled back at her. “But you should change.” He pouted.

“What about Tae?” Jin wondered as she started shepherding him out of the room. “He’s just been whispering into the mic!”

Aviva shrugged.

“Eh, some people like that kind of thing.”

That night, Aviva had just gotten home when her phone rang. It was Jin.

She answered. “Yes?”

“Ah, Aviva-yah? I was wondering, well, I think I need to get more used to being in front of a camera, so, I thought… maybe you could take some pictures of me?”

“…Like a photo shoot?”

“Did somebody say photo shoot?” Soonyoung wondered, popping up from the couch.

“Ah, it’s Jin-oppa,” Aviva told her.

“Oh? That oppa? Can you put him on speaker?”

“Um, oppa, do you mind if I put you on speaker?” Aviva asked him. “Soonyoung-ah wants to be included.”

“S-Soonyoung-ah?” He repeated. “Um… okay, sure.”

“Alright.” Aviva hit a button. “You’re on speaker. I think I know where she’s going with this, by the way. Soonie’s always liked dressing people up and taking pictures of them.”

“Well, yeah,” Soonyoung said. “It’s fun. But you never played with me!”

“I don’t like having my picture taken, and I don’t really like dressing up either, you know that,” Aviva said.

“Anyway, it would be fun to have such a handsome model,” Soonyoung thought.

“H-Handsome?” Jin said. “You’re too kind.” Aviva squinted at her phone, wondering at Jin’s sudden change in personality.

“You don’t mind people dressing you up, do you, Jin-oppa?” Soonyoung purred. “Since you’re gonna be an idol soon, hmmm?”

“Ah, no, I don’t mind,” Jin said, sounding like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Great!” Soonyoung said. “I’ve got some free time on my hands, so why don’t you meet me in the morning, that’s when the light will be best—ooh, ask Hobi to pick out a few outfits for you to bring, he’s good at that.”

“Okay, the ladies have arrived!” Soonyoung sang loudly, as they entered the dorm the next morning. She looked around. “Where is my model?”

“Ah, Soonyoung-noona,” Jimin smiled at her sleepily. He was still in his pajamas, sitting on the couch and playing a game on his phone, by the looks of it. “I heard there’s a photoshoot happening? Jin-hyung is in the kitchen, as usual.” Jimin pointed in the correct direction.

“Thanks, cutie.” Soonyoung leaned over and kissed his cheek before continuing on to the kitchen. Jimin’s face turned red.

“W-what?”

“…You haven’t really interacted with her much, have you?” Aviva realized.

“Ah, no, I’ve only met her a few times.”

Aviva nodded. “You get used to it,” she told him. Jimin looked doubtful. “Is Namjoon-ah in there too? He said he needed something.” Jimin nodded.

In the kitchen, Namjoon’s spoonful of cereal was frozen halfway to his mouth.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He said, eyes wide as he looked at Soonyoung.

“Joonie, I don’t remember saying you could address me so informally,” Soonyoung said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Soonyoung-ssi,” Namjoon amended, putting his spoon down like he’d lost his appetite. “Could you please tell me... what the hell are you doing here?”

“Didn’t you hear me yesterday?” Hoseok wondered. “Jin-hyung’s having a photo shoot.” Namjoon’s eyebrows went up.

“With her?” He pointed at Soonyoung. Hoseok nodded. Namjoon patted the frozen stiff Jin on the shoulder. “Good luck, hyung. You’re gonna need it.”

Soon Soonyoung had left with Jin, somehow conscripting Jimin to help her, with Hoseok volunteering to go along.

“Do you think Jin-oppa has a crush on Soonie?” Aviva wondered as she sat with Namjoon, Jungkook, and Yoongi in the studio room. Jungkook and Yoongi were looking through a free-use video library for good meme clips to add Namjoon’s more serious than expected rap encouraging voting.

“What?” Namjoon stared at Aviva.

“She is hot,” Yoongi said, blunt as ever.

“Well…” Namjoon looked hesitantly at Aviva.

“She’s hot. She knows it, I know it, we all know it,” Aviva said, unconcerned.

“I guess,” Namjoon agreed reluctantly. “But I didn’t think Jin-hyung was the type to go for just looks.” He looked worriedly at Aviva again.

“It’s fine. I love her, including her personality, but I know she scares a lot of people,” Aviva said. Jungkook grimaced.

“She is a little scary.”

“Some people are into that,” Yoongi pointed out.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Jin-hyung is like that? Really?”

“We don’t know that,” Namjoon said, waving his hand. “And I never said I was scared of her.” Everyone looked at him in disbelief. “Okay, maybe I am a little scared of her…” Yoongi patted him on the shoulder.

“It takes a brave man to admit his fear,” he said. Namjoon smiled at him. “Which means Kookie is braver than you.” Namjoon frowned. Jungkook laughed. “Anyway, can we stop talking about this and get back to your video? I’m bored.”

As far as any of them could tell, Jin had survived the photo shoot. He was very quiet when he got back, but definitely more relaxed.

“These are actually great,” Namjoon admitted reluctantly, clicking through the photos of Jin on the studio desktop.

“Right?” Tae agreed. “The lighting and composition are gorgeous.”

“And the way she directs your eye to all these little details you’d normally miss is so cool,” Jungkook commented.

“…Did you both take photography in school?” Namjoon wondered.

“A bit!” Tae said.

“No.” Jungkook shook his head. “Just a personal interest.”

“Ah, you guys are constantly impressing me,” Namjoon said, patting both their heads at the same time. Tae smiled. Jungkook blushed.

“Okay,” Aviva said, walking into the room. “I got Jin-oppa to eat something and then sent him to bed.”

“Eat what?” Tae wondered.

“I picked fried chicken up as a treat,” Avi told them. “It’s in my office.”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier? It’s all gonna be gone.” He and Taehyung sped out of the room, though Namjoon stayed in his seat, frowning. Aviva sat next to him in Jungkook’s abandoned chair.

“Are you sure he’s alright?” Namjoon asked her.

Aviva nodded. “It’s just the Soonyoung after affect. I have seen it in many of her… um, objects of affections, over the years, even suffered it myself a couple of times.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm. She pays so much attention to you, it gets overwhelming,” Aviva explained. “It feels like she’s breaking you down and building you back up again stronger. She probably would’ve been a good manager… but she’s always been more interested in the technical side of things. She picked a broken old PS3 up off the street the other day and fixed it.” Namjoon made an impressed noise. “Don’t tell the boys, I don’t want them showing up at my apartment to play it at weird hours.”

“Got it,” he said.

That night, Aviva stayed in the studio to watch the vlogs on the desktop. Guilt stabbed at her chest when she saw Tae’s video in the queue. She should’ve told him what was said in that marketing meeting as soon as she saw him, but she knew it would hurt him. She was hoping to fight it somehow. Maybe if he’d made a really cute video it would convince the marketing team to retract their decision?

She clicked play, watching Tae excitedly brag about all the business cards various talent agencies had given him. There were some big names in there. Aviva leaned back in the chair, trying to untangle her feelings—the ones that came to the top were pride and possessiveness. She was proud that others saw how brightly Tae could shine, but she wanted to be the one to show everyone that light. But wasn’t that selfish? If she really wanted him to reach his dreams, shouldn’t she encourage him to strive forward, even if that meant alongside someone else...?

She sat back up, watching the video as Tae happily told the camera that he was already taken, and started making the cards into paper cranes. She smiled slightly.

“Manager-noona!”

She jumped as she felt someone’s hands on her shoulders.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Nope.” He was grinning. “But the guys don’t fall for that anymore, so you’re my best target!” She glared at him. He poked her cheek and cooed. “Even your glare is adorable!” She sighed, running her hand through her hair. She stared up at him, wondering how to break the news. He bit his lip, his playful expression turning into something she couldn’t read. “Ah, manager, why are you looking at me like that? That’s no fair!”

“Did you get taller?” She wondered absentmindedly, thinking she was having to crane her neck more than usual to look at him.

“Did I?” He wondered. “Stand up.” He took her hands in his, pulling her to her feet. Then he measured the distance from his head to hers and nodded thoughtfully. “The height gap has changed. It appears you’re correct, I am taller.” He smiled. “You’re so tiny, manager!”

“I’m really not...” Aviva automatically hugged her arms over her stomach.

“Well, maybe not all parts of you are small...” Tae glanced briefly at her chest and then blushed, moving his gaze to the ceiling. “But they are parts of you, and together they make up someone beautiful.” He booped her on the nose. “And cute.”

“I don’t agree, but thank you for the compliment,” she said stiffly.

Taehyung frowned. “I don’t do empty compliments.”

“I know. I have told you I admire your sincerity, Taehyungie.”

“Hmmm. You know, Jiminie doesn’t think he’s cute sometimes too, which is ridiculous, because he always is!” He tilted his head. “And I know I’m good looking, but sometimes people call me beautiful, like a few of those agents giving me business cards...” He pointed to himself on the screen. “And I’m not so sure how I feel about that.”

“Do you not want to be called beautiful?” Aviva wondered.

“I don’t know. Do you think I am?”

“Yes,” she said honestly.

He smiled. “Well, that makes me feel good, even if I’m not sure that’s exactly how I see myself... because you don’t give empty compliments either. Isn’t it amazing, noona, that no one sees things the same? You see me differently than I see myself when I look in the mirror. It’s like a painting, or a poem—we’re all art up to each other’s interpretation. I want to know more about how you see me, and I want to tell you more about how I see you.”

Aviva stared at him for a moment and then shook her head. “Tae, you are special, I’m sorry I can’t put it into such pretty, cheesy words as you do. There’s something else I have to tell you, and I don’t know where to start…”

“Would this help?” He held a crane out to her, which was made out of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country. She swallowed. “I want to make a set of one hundred, but I want you to have the first one.”

“Are you planning on getting a hundred more offers?” Aviva wondered.

“Eh, maybe, if people keep calling me pretty,” he joked. He pointed at the video. “Will you post my video first?”

“I... I can’t,” she told him apologetically.

His brow furrowed. “Why not?”

She took a deep breath. “There was a marketing meeting earlier and they said, well, they want you to be a secret member.”

“Secret member?” He repeated.

“They don’t want to announce you until later. They know you’ll do well with the intended demographic and they’re hoping you’ll have even more of an impact if you come as a surprise,” she explained.

“I see...” He said slowly.

“So I’m not allowed to post any images of you online, but... I can fight it, if you want me to, Tae.”

He blinked at her. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re just as important a member of this group as any of the others, and I don’t want you to feel left out,” she said.

He smiled, a little sadly. “Thank you for offering, but I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your sunbaenims.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll make it through.”

Instead of Tae’s video, Aviva launched the official Bangtan Youtube account with Namjoon’s ‘get out there and vote!’ rap as the first post.

The next day she launched their twitter page after talking to them about what kind of message they wanted to open with:

'What’s up! This is BTS. We’re finally officially opening our BTS Twitter~ *Clap Clap Clap* We will upload more weird and fun things that one could have only imagined about before our debut…’

Next was Soundcloud, which she opened with a solo song adaptations by Rap Monster and Suga.

To wrap up the year, all of the boys recorded a Christmas diss track together (except for Hoseok who was visiting family for the holidays). They called out themselves, Big Hit, Bang-PD, even Aviva.

“When do I ever sleep?” She wondered, glancing over the lyrics as they gathered in the studio.

“Well, we told you it was a diss track,” Namjoon said slowly.

“Besides, blame Jungkookie,” Jimin said. “He wrote that part.” Jungkook and Aviva squinted at each other.

“You need to sleep more,” he told her pointedly.

“That’s not what you make it sound like!” She argued. “You make it sound like I’m at home sleeping while you work to death!”

“Aish, just post the video already before we all grow old and die,” Yoongi groaned.

Although only Jin and Rap Monster were featured in the Youtube video Aviva and Yoongi did the editing for, Tae was still excited to hear his voice in the background. Aviva returned his warm hug and tried not to think too much about the glow of pride for the first posts wearing off and leaving them only with the strain of hard work.

[starlightinhumanform]

Friday Night Lights

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Romantic Prinxiety, Platonic Sleepxiety 

Summary: Roman and Virgil play opposite positions on their rival high school football teams. It’s the Homecoming game and tensions are high. Neither are willing to lose but one must rise above the other…

Warnings (in order of strength): Some language throughout, Just Gays Being Dudes (That is to say, some mildly mildly risqué content)

Genre: Human (High School) AU, Rivals to Lovers, Eventual Fluff 

A/N: I impulsively wrote a bullet point fic (*btw the bullet fic does contain some spoilers so beware of that before you read it*) several months ago and meant to flush it out a lot sooner but I only got a thousand words in before life hit and I wasn’t able to continue. I’m hoping to get the second part done soon, but in the mean time I thought I might as well post this! :D Love you all 🖤✨ 

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The locker room light was sterilely bright, fluorescent lightbulbs glaring loudly above Virgil’s head. Bodies rushed back and forth in front of him, occasionally bumping into his knees or ruffling his hair. A hand clapped his shoulder but between the padding on his shoulders and the distance of his mind, he hardly felt it.

He sat on the wooden bench, neck bent, eyes closed, and breathing deeply through his nose. He did this before every game. While his other teammates hyped each other up- yelling and pounding each other on the back- he would go somewhere far, far away. It was how he got centered before all the chaos, how he rose above the adrenaline pounding in his heart, how he won. But today was different. Today he had to win.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, you ready to smash this game?”

Virgil grinned as he opened his eyes and turned to look at his fullback, Remy, “Yeah, dude. We’re going to wipe that smug grin off Prince’s face once and for all.”

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Roman Prince sat in a tight huddle with the rest of his team, wearing a smug grin. This was the homecoming game, basically the most exciting three hours of Roman’s year. Besides, this was his senior year and his last chance to show the rival school where they belonged. (That is to say, in the dirt).

With one last shout, the team started jogging out of the locker room, jumping as than ran and yelling at each other occasionally like they couldn’t even remember how to talk. The energy was electric. Roman lived for moments like this. The only thing he loved more than the pre-game hype was the post-victory euphoria.

He grinned and ran out into the field. It was dusk, a dark blue sky fenced off by the bright flood lights ringing the stands. He was hit by the strange combination of smells that was only found on high school football fields- funnel cake and sweat and turf and axe body spray and face paint. He waved at the cheering stands and blew a kiss at the opposing bleachers who booed at his arrival. This was his world and that ridiculous West Shore High didn’t have shit on him.

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Virgil glared across the field at the pompous tackler from Monarch Knights. He was currently blowing kisses over towards his team and it made Virgil want to punch him. The boy was just so full of himself. Unfortunately, he had some right to be. On defensive, he was like a wall- one that simply refused to be knocked down. When he played offense, he moved like a tractor through the other team, mowing them down like they were cards and he was a quickly approaching tornado.

Remy laughed next to him, “I don’t think staring at him is going to do anything.”

“Well, if you do your job, I won’t have to do anything to him,” Virgil shoved him lightly in the chest.

Remy pushed back and it sent Virgil stumbling back a few feet. Virgil was by far the smallest on the team but he didn’t really mind; his job was to be light and fast. Being the halfback meant he got the ball and ran like his life depended on it. All the brutes around him were supposed to keep the field clear enough for him to sprint all the way to the end zone.

Usually it worked out well. Remy would run ahead of Virgil, knocking any threats out of the way and Virgil would carry them all the way to victory. Usually. Sometimes they would come across teams with some on-steroids sort of defense. Sometimes Remy would get pushed to the side play after play and Virgil would spend every down trying to weave his way through an oncoming river. Sometimes Virgil would get trapped in front of an oncoming wall and could hardly run an inch the entire night. More specifically, sometimes they played against Roman Prince.

Monarch Knights was the only school they had lost to the entire season. But not tonight. Virgil refused to be made a fool of.

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Roman could feel that stare from across the field. Hundreds of eyes were on him at the moment, but none were so venomous.

It was the little creep who played offense for West Shore. He was one of the strangest people Roman had ever had the displeasure of playing against. Virgil Tempeste was like a chihuahua- tiny, aggressive, and buzzing with energy. Standing next to him felt just as idiotically risky as standing three inches from a lightning rod in the middle of a thunderstorm. When Roman had been forced to shake his hand earlier in the season, he had been half convinced that Tempeste was going to bite him.

As difficult as it was to admit though, he was Roman’s biggest concern this game. The halfback was fast and he knew how to weave through even the best defense lineups. He moved across the field like an ice skater across a rink.

Roman tried to give the little weasel a wave, but he was too busy bickering with the boy next to him to see Roman. Is was oddly disappointing; Roman would have loved to see how mad he could make Tempeste before the game even began.

——————————————————- The pre-game niceties passed by Virgil in a blur. Someone sang the national anthem, a coin got tossed, and the Student Body Leaders said something over the speaker system but it just sounded like overly enthusiastic static.

All that mattered was that they had possession of the ball. That meant Virgil could start his sprint from the very start of the game. Virgil liked his position. He was important, he had purpose, it gave him an opportunity to use all of the anxious energy he had bouncing around inside. Most importantly, his position was the very back of the formation which meant he got to see everyone else’s asses.

He looked out across the field and over his team. Past Remy, their quarterback, and the long line of guards and receivers, the red uniforms of the Knights blazed an angry red. It was such an arrogant colour, bright and brash and filling all of Virgil’s senses. Every time they played against the Knights, those stupid uniforms bothered him a ridiculous amount. Maybe that’s why they wear them- like that thing the matadors do with the red capes.

Virgil shook his head. He needed to stay focused; the game was going to start in seconds at most and he was idiotically thinking about the opposing team’s colours. But if he craned his back he could just see Prince…

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Roman glared at the brute in front of him. His mouth guard sat heavily against his teeth. The bitter taste of plastic couldn’t mask the coppery adrenaline that coated his tongue and flooded his brain.

This was his game. His to win, his to conquer, his to dominate. And none of those Concord-grape-looking fools were going to get in his way.

The beast in front of him growled and Roman rolled his eyes. He really thought he could intimidate Roman? Bitch, please. He looked like the type of guy who would hurl slurs at Roman for wearing eyeliner just because he was insecure in his own sexuality (and probably thought that Roman was just a little bit hot). That type stopped scaring him a long time ago. Besides, he could brush that guy off like a fly.

The real threat was several feet behind him. Roman had come to refer to Remy Ristretto and Virgil Tempeste as Team Rocket because they were just as annoying and undermining- except they were often more successful than the cartoon characters.

Roman stopped trying to see Virgil and made eye contact with the wall just a few feet ahead, giving him a wink. He might as well have fun with this. Anyways, he’d have plenty of time to bother Tempeste later in the game.

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[nev3rfound]

a trio of surprises : s.r / p.p

brief summary: helping to train peter being unaware of his growing crush on you, but you have your own secrets that remain unknown.

word count: 2.1k requested: yes by @saturngirlz thanks boo i loved the idea and I hope I did it justice! warnings: none that i’m aware of 

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There was something different about you, and Peter could tell. 

When you trained with him you didn’t go easy on him because he was young, it meant there was more for him to prove instead and he liked that. You didn’t baby him or make him feel insignificant, but you didn’t give in or fail to point out errors in his stances. 

“Come on, Peter.” You sigh as you hold back your frustration as Peter pants heavily. “You know you can do this move, I’ve seen you do it countless times.” You remind him as he takes a deep breath before practising the positioning and lunges forward to hit you, but like before, you block it. 

“Goddamnit,” Peter mutters as he brushes his fingers through his hair as you bend down, your top rising and he cannot help but stare at the large scar covering your side. 

Turning your head you spot him staring and pull your shirt down. Peter begins to blush profusely as you face him once again, not saying anything about the bite-shaped scar on your skin. “Again.” You continue to practise until you’re on the ground, Peter standing above you. 

After hours of training, Peter finally masters the move and you are flat on your back as Peter has his knee on top of you and web covering your hands. “How was that?” He asks with a bright smile as you stop the straight-faced facade and smile to him. 

“Took you long enough,” You mutter as you lift your arms up, snapping yourself free from the webs as Peter backs up, surprise covering his expression. “What?” You ask as Peter motions down to your hands. 

“How’d you free yourself? I mean, it’s just most people can’t budge that stuff.” He asks as you smile to yourself, resting your hands behind your back to hide the claws as they retract. 

“Guess I just have sharp nails.” You joke as the two of you head out of the training room. “Same time tomorrow, Pete?” You ask as Peter nods in response, unable to stop his smile as he heads into the lift with you on his mind. 

*

You were all Peter could think about as he was on the bus going to school. He could barely focus on Ned’s antics at home as he pictured the large scar on your skin, how you were able to free yourself with ease. Those were few details he’d noticed about you that didn’t make sense. 

Since he joined the Avengers, Peter noticed there are a lot of secrets with each member of the team, and some are for good reasons. Yet, he cannot figure out what it is you have to hide and it’s slowly eating him apart. 

“You in there, Peter?” Ned waves his hand in front of Peter’s face as he snaps out of his daydream, returning to the reality that he is a High school student whilst you’re in your early twenties and a full time badass. 

“Sorry,” Peter mutters as he rubs his eyes. “just thinking about Y/n.” He admits and Ned makes an intrigued noise in response. 

“Y/n, huh? Your hot Avenger trainer?” He asks as he nudges Peter lightly, trying to crack a smile out of him, but there’s no humour behind Peter’s eyes, only deep thought.

“I just can’t figure her out, man. She’s this awesome woman who keeps herself guarded, but when she lets go I can still tell she’s hiding something and it’s killing me not knowing.” Peter huffs as he rests his head in his hand whilst he looks out of the window, watching the city whiz by as he travels towards a day full of information he most likely wouldn’t use when he leaves. 

Nudging Peter lightly, Ned clears his throat. “What exactly is it about her that you’re so taken in by?” Ned asks and Peter lets out a small sigh, mentally listing endless details about you. But Peter knows better than to admit this to Ned and instead opts for the simple details he needs a second opinion on. 

“Thing is, it’s these minor things. She always sneaks off, I’ve been told she’s a real animal on missions and she has this big bite marked scar on her side and and she freed herself from my web with no hesitation.” Peter rambles on whilst Ned nods along, taking all of the information in. 

“What if she’s a wolf?” Ned chuckles at his own question whilst Peter zones out, a small smile playing on his lips. “I meant that as a joke, Pete. There’s no way Y/n is a wolf, right?” 

“I’m Spiderman, Ned,” Peter whispers and shrugs his shoulders. “I guess anything is possible.” 

*

Over the course of two weeks during training, Peter had been paying closer attention to you, not that it was difficult not to. He was determined to see if his thoughts were true and whether you had or could display animalistic qualities. 

Yet, nothing. All he had managed to prove was that you were stronger than him on countless occasions, and you were getting tired of his lack of progress. 

Throwing him to the ground you groan loudly. “Come on, Pete. What happened? You’ve been doing really well of late.” You sigh as you bury your fingers into your hair causing your top to rise up, giving Peter another small glimpse at the large scar on your side. “And quit staring, it’s rude kid.” You mutter and Peter quickly sits upright, opening his mouth but no words form.

“Sorry,” He mumbles to himself before rising to his feet. “I should go, Mr Stark is probably waiting for me and I know my Aunt May told me to be back for dinner tonight and I-” 

Holding your hand up to pause him you walk over, placing your hand on his shoulder lightly. “Calm down, Peter. Come on, let’s talk.” 

For a brief moment, Peter cannot comprehend what has just happened. But then he’s following you as you lead him out of the training room and down towards the grounds where Steve and Bucky are stood after their run. 

“I guess you’ve noticed my scar, huh?” You ask and Peter nods in response.

“I didn’t mean to, I just, I couldn’t help but notice it.” He rambles and you laugh lightly, catching the attention of Steve as his head whips around, watching as you walk with the kid further away from the grounds. 

“Alright there, punk?” Bucky calls out as he nudges Steve who snaps out of his gaze with you, forcing a smile as he continues to stretch out. 

Peter keeps his eyes locked on his feet as you walk alongside him, unsure he can trust his eyes to remain focused on yours without him losing control of his speech. “When I was twelve, I was out with my Dad hunting. He was big on it and despite my protests, he dragged me along.” 

A cool chill picks up in the air as you close your eyes, picturing the day as if it were yesterday. You were in one of your Dad’s jumpers, something dark green to help you blend in as you held an overly large gun in your grip for precaution whilst you trailed behind. 

“I was holding one of his guns as I followed him. He told me to be silent so I didn’t dare make a sound, and that was when it all happened.” You opened your eyes, not wanting to picture the violent scene of screams and cries for help. 

Glancing down at your hands you can still picture the blood soaking your fingers as you cried over your Dad’s body, clutching your side as it bled from the blur of fur that passed in an instant. 

“You were bitten?” Peter asks quietly, and you nod in response. “And you became a, a wolf?” 

“Werewolf, technically speaking.” You correct him and he nods along as if it were a perfectly normal conversation. This coming from the boy who was bitten by a genetically modified spider that is. 

“Right,” Peter mumbles, unsure what else to say. “so you turn on a full moon? Wolf out?” He laughs lightly at his own joke, but you shake your head.

“It’s more complex than that. Sometimes, I can control it like a switch, other times it has to do with emotions. Most of the time I can control the wolf within me, but sometimes she controls me when my emotions get out of hand.” You explain, thinking back to one of your first changes when you lost control during a panic attack. “But it helps on missions, being an unexpected element always gives us an advantage.” 

Peter smiles as you explain more about being a wolf, how different this is to the version of you he first met. You were once closed off, refused to express any form of emotion. Yet here you were, talking about your double life as a werewolf, running through the woods and not eating people- something you were trying to persuade him of. 

“I still can’t believe it.” Peter shakes his head as you head back toward the compound, unaware of your smile towards Steve as you pass by. “It’s crazy.” 

“But you can’t tell anyone, Pete.” You stop in front of him, preventing him from taking another step. 

Peter stutters before nodding. “I, I wouldn’t. I mean, no one knows I’m Spiderman so why would I tell anyone you’re a wolf, Y/n?” He questions and you let out a content hum before following him back inside the compound. 

*

“She’s a wolf?!” Ned whisper yells as he paces up and down Peter’s room whilst he sits on his bed, nodding in response. “Oh, she is so cool!” Ned holds his hand up to high five Peter, but he merely shakes his head. 

“There’s something else, though.” Peter states and Ned lets out an exasperated sigh before collapsing onto the bed beside Peter. “Ned there’s something she isn’t telling me. I just know it and I’m sure I’ll get it outta her.” 

“Come on, Pete. What else could she be hiding?” Ned asks as he sits upright, reaching into his bag to pull out his homework whilst Peter shakes his head. 

“There’s something else, and I just wanna know what.” 

*

Walking into the compound to help out Tony, Peter can hear you laughing with someone else and it sets his spidey senses off. 

Quickly checking round the corner, Peter creeps toward the kitchen, hearing you talking to someone. “-and then I just snapped, threw her off the car with my teeth.” You explain and pause as you rise to your feet. “Peter?” You call out and silently Peter swears to himself.

You turn around, seeing Peter creep from around the corner with a shy smile on his face. “Oh hey, Y/n,” He starts and slowly looks up, seeing Steve stood right by you as his hand remains in yours. “and Captain. Nice to see you.” He shyly waves and Steve merely nods. 

“What’re you creeping around here for, kid?” You ask, slipping your hand out of Steve’s much to his annoyance and walk over to Peter. “I didn’t think we had training today?” 

Peter shakes his head. “Oh we don’t, I’m just here to see Mr Stark.” He sheepishly states and you nod in response. “Thought I’d come say hi, didn’t realise you had company.” He admits and you laugh lightly, glancing back to Steve with a smile. 

“It’s okay, Peter. We’re just having a down day today. Can’t say we get many of those around here.” You state as you return to Steve’s side, reaching over for your mug as his hand slips around your waist, causing you to blush lightly. 

Lowering his head, Peter feels as if he’s watching something forbidden and turns around. “I’ll see you next Tuesday, Y/n.” Peter calls out as he quickly exits the room, leaving Steve to chuckle under his breath. 

“Don’t, Steve,” You hit his chest playfully as Steve looks up at you. “he’s just a kid.” 

“Kid with an evident crush on you, Y/n.” Steve adds and you shake your head in disbelief. 

“I’d say admiration for the spectacular, Rogers.” You smile as you kiss him softly. “Now come on, you promised me a race and I’m going to show you I can beat your ass any day of the week.” 

Placing your mug down you run out of the room, laughing as Steve remains hot on your tail as you exit the compound, quickly transforming into a large auburn wolf. 

Panting lightly Steve places his hands on his hips. “Oh come on, I didn’t agree to this.” He sighs as you merely turn your head around, unaware of the audience watching from the windows inside the compound. 

Peter smiles brightly as Tony stands alongside him, watching you and Steve run alongside each other as you run with such grace, your fur gliding through the wind. 

“She sure is something else.” Tony states and Peter nods, unable to take his eyes off of you. 

“She really is, Mr Stark.” Peter sighs lightly as Tony places his hand on his shoulder, turning his attention away from you to focus on his work. “She really is.” 

[intricate-oeuvre]

say it before you run out of time || B. Hardy || part IV

part I  part II  part III  part IV  part V  part VI  part VII   part VIII  part IX  part X  part XI  part XII part XIII

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Ben and the reader have been friends since childhood. And along the way reader falls in love with him. But it might be too late when another girl shows up claiming that she’s his girlfriend.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, horrible writing tho, if you really search maybe some suggestive content, actually not really.

A/n: send me your go to go party song! I want new music to listen to! Thank you for reading!

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“Seriously, not in the mood for a drink.” you explained and rolled your eyes.

“Come on, you are at the party, why can’t you have one drink with me?” Brad furrowed his brows as if he was offended.

“I am really sorry, but not now. Maybe later, when I find my friends.” you said, now feeling little uncomfortable.

“What, you don’t respect me?” Brad insisted. Oh, now he was going with this bullshit.

“Just come and have some fun.” he continued.

“No, thank you. You can have fun with out drinking too.” you said. Not that you mind drinking at certain events, but you just didn’t want to get drunk with some stranger and alone.

“Maybe then we can have fun in other ways?” Brad asked, leaning closer to you.

“Umm, what?” you leaned away in disgust, starting to regret even that you let yourself be stopped in the first place.

“You know what I mean, baby. Or is there a boyfriend that I don’t know about?” Brad smirked not backing off.

Well, part of you wished that you had boyfriend right now, but at the same time you didn’t want to lie about that.

“No, I don’t.” You answered carefully.

“I could fill that spot if you want. And not only that spot.” Brad gave you a suggestive wink.

You really wished that someone would save you from this right now. And somehow Gods heard your prayers.

“What spot?” voice asked cheerfully while strong hand wrapped around your shoulders. Turning your head, you looked to the left and stared at Ben, who had come out of nowhere and saved you from this misery. With small smile gracing your lips you stared at his side profile, until realizing that he had asked a question, thus making you look at Brad.

“I was here just asking her if she wanted to join me later.” Brad started with smug grin.

“Join for what?” Ben asked, his eyebrows slowly furrowing as he shared a look with you.

“For some fun.” Brad said, taking a sip from his cup of whatever was mixed in it.

“Fun? Doesn’t sound like you.” Ben turned to look at you, tapping you shoulder.

“I didn’t agree to anything.” You said to Brad, crossing your hands.

“Not yet.” Brad smirked at you.

“I won’t.” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, come one, you are gonna miss on this?” Brad said gesturing to himself.

“I think she will, mate.” Ben said looking at him.

“And who are you? Wait, you are that dude that Nina sleeps with.” Brad pointed at Ben.

Ben narrowed his eyes at Brad. You mentally cringed at what Brad had said.

“Ok. Let’s leave it at that, shall we?” you rolled your eyes, pulling on Ben’s arm to get him away from Brad.

“Was he bothering you?” Ben asked, still throwing a look over his shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter, because you saved me right in time.” You said, navigating your way to the drink table.

“Are you sure?” Ben asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Yep.” You gave him a tight smile and offered him a bottle of beer.

“Cheers.” You continued, clanking your glass of cocktail to bottle of beer.

“Cheers.” Ben eyed you suspiciously.

“I am sorry. Nina’s friends are little bit…” Ben apologised, searching for words.

“Over the top?” you offered with small chuckle. Ben smiled at you, letting his green orbs take you in. With shy smile you looked away and let your eyes roam around the mass of people.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Nina on your hand?” You said after a while.

“She’s catching up with her friends.” Ben said, taking a sip of his bear.

Both of you were catching up on some stuff, your uni work, his job, you gushing about Frankie, when you noticed change of the song.

“One hand on my shoulder, get a little bit closer, come on, make a move, yeah, skip through all the small talk, I'mma see you with the lights off, so let’s go to your room now…” you mumbled along the lyrics. Ben only watched you with amused look on his face.

“Sorry, I really like this song.” You laughed looking at Ben. He only raised his hands up in surrender and chuckled.

“Go, join Maddie and Rose.” He nudged your side and pointed where Rose was making suggestive gestures towards you. For a second you thought on what to do.

“Fuck it.” You said, downed your cocktail and handing the glass to Ben, turned to join your friends.

“I need somebody, body, their hands on my body, body, you could be that somebody, body, keep me satisfied, hear me breathing, breathing, don’t want it, I need it, need it, we’re getting heated, come on and keep me satisfied.” You sang alongside your friends.

“Just imagine this with some certain green eyed boy.” Maddie leaned closer to your ear. At that you let your eyes wander back to where Ben was standing, now surrounded by his mates. For a split second your eyes met. With slight grin, Ben tipped his beer at you and took a sip, letting his eyes slip back to his friends. That made you search for Nina in the crowd. There she was. Sitting on the couch with her girl friends and some guys and laughing, second later getting up and making her way to Ben, just to pull him back to the couch and snuggle up to him.

“Don’t.” You said to Maddie, lump forming in your throat.

“He has a girlfriend.” You said leaning back and looking at her.

“From what I gathered they aren’t a thing. Well, they aren’t dating officially and it’s kind of complicated.” Maddie explained. Briefly you wondered how Maddie had learned that information in such short period of time, but then you furrowed your brows and looked back at the couch, where Nina was still being all over Ben.

“Doesn’t seem so.” You said sadly.

“Whatever, doesn’t matter, we are here to get some fun.” Rose cut in.

“Don’t take my word for it, but I really hope, that something works out between you two.” Maddie said reassuringly.

“Are you making reference to Ari? Break up with your girlfriend?” Rose turned to Maddie.

“Only sometimes.” She smirked.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” You tried to smile.

“TRUTH OR DARE!!!” someone yelled in the crowd and couple of people started to move out in the yard.

“Come on, this sounds like fun.” Rose pulled you and Maddie outside.

Looking around the circle you noticed that there were a lot of unknown faces- Nina’s friends. But somehow gods were making fun of you. Rose and Maddie sat on each side of you, but turned out that Ben was sitting right across you, but Nina two guys left of him.

“This is just a game and no one should take offense, got it?” Some girl declared.

“Stick by the rules…” she continued, but some guy on her right interrupted her:

“BUT PLAY DIRTY!”

You were thankful that, at first couple of rounds everyone was still timid, but as it went on, it got dirtier. We’re talking about, telling your secret fetish, which friend you would fuck, crazy sex stories, doing weirdest dares- body shots, kissing random person, loose piece of clothing. It all escalated quickly. So, you kept your calm and played in defense, carefully weighting your options before choose truth. As the party went on and some people started to leave, part of the circle disappeared. For like fourth time the bottle landed on Nina.

“Truth or dare?” someone asked her.

“Dare, give me something good.” She smirked.

“Make out with Dom.”

Without hesitation, Nina got up and sat besides Dom, one of the guys that had been sitting on the couch with her earlier.

“See, they aren’t dating.” Maddie whispered to you. You didn’t answer, just turned your eyes away from Nina and Dom who where getting it on and glanced at Ben. He seemed unbothered and disinterested in what was going on with Nina. More interested in the cigarette that was in his hand and one of his friends who sat beside him talking about something.

“Done. Who’s next?” Nina said, spinning the bottle but not leaving Dom’s side.

“Won’t you look at that?” Nina smirked as bottle stopped at you.

“Truth or dare, y/n?” Nina asked. Hearing your name, Ben looked at you, suddenly interested in game.

“Truth.” You said.

“That’s boring.” Nina pouted and looked around. Her friends were silently starting to chant ‘dare’.

“Fine, dare.” You said and swallowed. Nina smiled devilishly at you, thinking on the dare to give you.

“On who ever lands this bottle, you have to kiss.” Nina smirked and spun the bottle again. And for everything holy it stopped on Brad.

“Are you kidding me?” Rose groaned out loud for you. You hesitated, he already had tried to hit on you in his drunken state and now you really didn’t want to make out with him.

“Couldn’t it have landed on someone else?” Ben said rather loudly, but aimed it at his friends to make it more nonchalant.

“Do you have a problem, boo?” Nina raised eyebrow at him.

“Actually, yeah… he already blew his shot with y/n. And got turned down. Don’t stroke his ego.” Ben shrugged.

“Hey!” Brad groaned.

“No hard feelings, lady told you no. Respect that.” Ben explained.

“Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Give her new dare?” Nina rolled her eyes at Ben.

“Go for it.” Ben said and blew out smoke from his cigarette.

“Fine. Since you like rugby so much, boo. Tackle her in the pool.” Nina said with smug look on her face. Oooo came from people around.

“But she—” Ben started.

“Let’s do it.” You said clenching your jaw and looking at Nina as you got up. Ben shot you a worried look.

“What are you doing?” Maddie got up with you.

“The dare.” You huffed.

After a minute you were standing at the edge of the pool where the deep end was. Maddie, Rose, two of Ben’s friends were standing around you.

“You are insane.” Rose said holding your hand.

“Then pray for me.” You said and looked behind yourself to look at the water. That morning it had seemed a lot calmer than now when it was getting cold and it was dark as hell.

“We will be standing right next to the edge if anything…” one of Ben’s friends say.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him.

“Like good old times.” You tried to smile when Ben walked up to you.

When did it start playing Thru These Tears by LANY???

Shit.

“Come on! I don’t have all night!” Nina yelled from behind, out of the splash zone. All four of your friends took a step back, except for Ben.

“Trust me.” He said and gently turned you around, facing the pool.

“I won’t let go, alright?” Ben whispered, his hands still on your shoulders.

“Please, don’t.” You whispered back, your voice starting to shake as you stared at the water.

“Let’s go rugby player!” one of Nina’s friend yelled. Next moment Ben’s hands disappeared.

The worst thing about this?

Water terrified you because you didn’t know how to swim.

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tags: @brianandthemays @queen-turtle-boiii @rogahloveshiscar @radiob-l-a-hblah @scarsout @sara-1705 @babydazz @mercurycrowley @drowse13 @ironicallyrog @moe-jazzello @forbbidensunlust @virtualsheepeat

[sherlollydramoine]

Here’s just a quick preview of some stuff...

The last day I’ve felt somewhat inspired to write. I have a few different pieces that I’m working on right now. Thought I’d give you all a little preview of the currently unedited pieces I’m working on. These are NOT all of my WIP’s, but just a small handful. Keep in mind all of these are unedited, and mostly in the rough draft phase of writing. I hope this gives you all some hope that I will be back. I have a few ideas for a few other fics as well. The ideas keep flowing but I just can’t write them fast enough. If any of you other Rami/Rami character writers would like some ideas, I have several that I’m willing to give away if you need some inspiration or ideas.

Again these are just previews, some of them are little snippets, some are a good little chunk of each WIP. Please enjoy! :) Be sure to give me feedback on anything that you want to see, and as always even though I’m a little slow moving... my ask box is ALWAYS open for requests. Please, start submitting requests through my ask box and not through messages because they get lost. Thank you all! Love you! :)

WARNINGS: Most of these contain language, some are just pure angst, some are just fluffy and cute, referenced or outright drug use, unprotected sex (y’all for reals.. wrap it before you tap it), dom/sub sexual themes, and some are the beginnings of just plain smut, 18+ only. Please, if you are under 18, DO NOT read this content.

1 BoRhap boys piece:

“So basically lads, she’s not getting out of bed unless we make her.” Gwil adds from his position by the window. He gets a devious smirk on his face before he pulls open the curtains with a yank of the chain, causing you to yelp, and everyone else to  start laughing. Suddenly you find the bed being invaded by three very male bodies as each one settles on a different side of you. Joe on your left, Rami on your right, and Gwil at your feet; wearing matching devious smiles. Without warning you find your body being forcibly lifted off the bed and carried out into the communal area of the shared suite before being unceremoniously dumped onto the sofa.

Shooting death glares at all three men you speak up, “I’m outta bed, someone give me coffee now or I’m gonna tell the press that Joe and Ben had an affair and that Rami and Gwil non-platonically share a bed every night.”

Gasps could be heard followed shortly by the full on dramatics of three trained actors as Gwil pretended to be somehow mortally wounded, Rami just threw himself on the opposite sofa while dramatically sighing and throwing his arm over his face as if he had fainted, and Joe decided to dramatically yelp out “Y/N how could you? I thought that was our little secret.”

2 A Tasty Snack piece:

You can't ever help yourself when it comes to Rami. He's just so beautiful and playful that he makes you laugh just as often as he makes you horny. 

One afternoon on a lazy day, you were both lounging by the pool, him munching away on his Red Vines, you laying on your back on one of the lounge chairs. You feel his eyes on you and you can't help but to turn your head toward him. 

With a brow arched you casually ask him what has caught his attention. 

"I want to eat you out. I want you on your back, legs spread, and my face between those beautiful thighs." he dead pans, as he loudly continues chewing his red licorice. 

Taken aback by his casual response, you smirk to yourself. 

"Is that right sir?" you ask as you stand.

 "You want to taste my pussy?" you question as you begin to slide your bathing suit down your legs. 

You feel his eyes on you, his body never moving from the spot he had earlier claimed. 

"Because I want to feel your hot mouth on me. If you're hungry, come and get."

3 A random piece with 2 OC characters

“Fine then, why the hell don’t we play the compliments game? You guys remember how it works right? I think I’ll make this easy for everyone. Rami you compliment Lily and then I guess that means that Joe can compliment me. Once the guys have gone, the girls will compliment the guys back. I think that’s the best way to start the game. Yes, that’s the rules. I think those are good rules?! Does everyone understand because I am looking at a gaggle of confused faces?” Rose suggested, with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Okay, I’ll go first.” Rami volunteer with a smile while openly staring at Lily.

Rose and Joe share a conspiratorial smile with each other before leaning back in their seats.

“This outta be good.” Joe giggles before Rose kicks him in the shin.

“Joe stop. This is the compliments game not the how to be an asshole game.” Lily scolds while Joe rubs his sore shin. 

4 Your Fantasy, My Game - a role-play with Rami in character as Snafu & Joe as Sledge. This is getting hot!! 

As you kicked your front door behind you, you balanced your work bag and a small bag of groceries. Setting your keys on the hook by the door and bags on the ground, you sighed, relieved. You wanted nothing more than to curl up with the one man who had been occupying your mind all day, so you called out,

"Babe, I'm home!" 

An eerie silence followed, as did a familiar smell.  It only took a second to discern what it was - cigarette smoke. Brows furrowed, you walked cautiously toward its source. It was unlike Rami to smoke sober, and inside - what on earth would possess him? 

Any further questions vanished the moment you stepped foot in your living room. A thin cloud of smoke parted slowly, almost cinematically to reveal a sight so thigh clenchingly appealing, you did just that - clenched them, hard. 

Sitting on the couch was your husband Rami and his friend and sometimes guest star of your wet dreams, Joe. Both were shirtless, wearing nothing but marine green pants, boots and dog tags, loosely hanging from their necks. 

A series of incoherent noises escaped you, you didn't know what to think, or say.

"Hey uhh...What are you? Oh Man is this - Babe?" you stuttered out, anticipation growing as you realised that your husband decided to make your fantasy a reality.

Rami simply smirked, nudging Joe as he scoffed,

"Naw, look at dat. Baby girl is already a mess boo, and we ain't even touched her." 

It was with a thick Cajun accent he spoke, his dark eyes piercing yours. Undeniably wet and suddenly flustered, you coughed into your clenched fist, your other hand flailing about before resting on your hip.

 With a practiced carelessness, Rami smiled, before lazily directing his attention to Joe beside him.  

"Whad'ya say Sledge?" He quirked a brow.  "Ya ready for a taste? I promise she's a-b-s-o-lutely delicious."

Joe gulped, head turning and eyes locking with yours. He gave you a once over, eyes raking up and down your worn out office attire as his pale cheeks began heating up. The only response he could muster was a nervous giggle and lip bite that made your stomach flutter. 

You couldn't believe the sight before you. 

It was then Rami - no - Snafu spoke again,

"Baby girl, I want ya to take Sledge to the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute. An’ Sledge, don't be scared to touch her. She loves it."

Both of you nod, fully aware of who is in charge of this whole thing. 

5 All The Things He Said - a modern AU Snafu piece

With tears falling freely, you were able to muster up the courage to tell him the news. It had taken you several weeks to even be brave enough to call him to inform him that you wanted to talk. You were sick to your stomach with nerves and morning sickness; wanting nothing more than to run away somewhere and never return. But you couldn’t, you had to face your demons head on, and tell him the news you weren't expecting to go over very well given the volatile nature of your complicated relationship, or rather un-relationship, at this point.

“You wanted to talk Y/N. So fucking talk.” Merriell snapped at you, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Merriell, I’m pregnant.” you stated with your arms folded across your chest, and 

He just stares at you with an unreadable expression for far longer than was comfortable, before he decides to open his mouth and speak. Of course, because it’s him, it had to be the worst possible thing that anyone could ever say in that moment.

"Well, is it mine?" those piercing green eyes staring at you, accusatory. 

"I swear to God Merriell, I ought to punch you in your beautiful fucking mouth. Just because you can't keep it in your pants, doesn't mean that I cheated. Jesus. Fuck. Seriously? I gave you way to many years of my life, you piece of shit, and that, that is the first thing you could think to say?! Fuck. Really? Seriously? I really, fucking hate you! You know what, fuck you asshole, I'll make an appointment at the clinic first thing in the morning so that way we wont have to deal with this. How about that? "

His eyes cast downward in shame, the slightest tinge of red to his olive complexion, as he shifted uncomfortably where he was leaning against the wall. 

" I'm sorry. Y/N, please, please, don't kill our baby. I love you." 

You couldn't help but scoff at his statement. All of the anger rage that you’d been holding in for way to long is bubbling its way to the surface, and you can’t help the venom that came flying out of  your mouth.

"Oh you fucking love me? Ha!!! Years of me putting up with your drunken shenanigans, constant infidelity, and all of the gaslighting? You think that’s love? Jesus fucking Christ, Merriell, were you dropped on your fucking head as a baby? The never ending fighting, cheating, and lies that made up the foundation of our relationship, that’s love to you? Hahahaha! You wouldn’t know what love was if it hit you in the face asshole. You know what the saddest part about that fucked up statement coming from you is?”

@xmxisxforxmaybe @txmel @itsme690 @free-rami @mezzomercury @mrhoemazzello @lablanchett @rami-malek-trash @ramimedley

[sheeple]

A big adventure

GIF NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): fluff / smut / friends to lovers!au Group(s): EXO Pairing(s): Park Chanyeol x reader Summary: Your friendship with Chanyeol is something you never expected to end. But when one adventure ends, another adventure begins. A bigger adventure than you expected. Warnings: Smut (obviously) / badly written smut / brief dry humping / sucking sum dick A/n: This is requested by the lovely @babybunnysworld. It turned out to be/took a lot longer than I expected but I hope you like it boo xx [Masterlist] [Moodboard]

Bbq parties are fun. You’ve the chance to stuff your belly full with delicious meat and wonderful salads. Drinking fruity cocktails and hearing fun stories from relatives.  

As you loom around your dad who prepares the meat on the grill, trying to convince him to give some of the best meat. He swats your hands away and scolds you, saying it is for the guests. 

“(Y/n), stop bothering your father! Go take the children to the field or something”, chides your mother and you nod with a pout, taking your cousins’ small hands and running off to the field in front of your house, playing tag and hide-and-seek. 

After a while, you let yourself fall on the soft grass and grab your phone, tired from playing with the energized children. 

“Don’t go too far”, you call after them as they run around. 

“Here you go, I thought you might be hungry after all that running around”, says a cheery voice as a plate appears next to your face with different kinds of meats, salads, and pieces of buttered bread. 

A person flops down next to you with the same kind of plate and you turn your face with a big smile to thank them. 

Chanyeol laughs and runs a hand through his hair, the movement making him effortlessly handsome. Not like he never looks like a total heartthrob.

Park Chanyeol. Your stubbornly and funny neighbour from when you still lived with your parents. You guys were the bestest of friends when you were younger, making pillow forts and having sleepovers with loads of junk food and almost no sleep. 

But, when you both finished high school, he just moved away to the big city to go to college. He hates saying goodbye, said his mother. That didn’t mean it didn’t break your heart. And you still feel bitter about it.

“Ah, look who’s showed up”, you say sarcastically while rolling your eyes and shoving the meat into your mouth. 

Chanyeol sighs, looking down at his hands. “I guess that I deserve this treatment. It was not right of me to just leave without saying anything. I just... I couldn’t say goodbye to you and watch you cry.”

You sniff, angrily wiping tears away. “While, peanut brain, mission failed.”

He laughs softly before engulfing you into a bear hug. “I am sorry”, he whispers into your hair. “Let me make up to you, please. Have a sleepover with me, tonight. Just like when we were smaller. Let’s make a pillow fort and eat ice cream until our stomachs hurt while having a Disney marathon.”

A smile creeps on your face, How can you say no to such a golden offer to be stupid kids again.

“What kind of take-out do you want?”, you yell from the kitchen at Chanyeol who is stationed in your living room on the couch. 

“I don’t care. Chinese?”, he yells back while scrolling through Netflix. 

“Chinese it is then.”

It has been a year since the bbq and the first sleepover between Chanyeol and you in years. 

He told you about his job as a producer at a music label and it turns out he lives two blocks away from you. So it became a regular thing on Saturday night for the both of you to hang out, order take out, and watch movies. And today is like one of those days.

After the take out arrived, you walk to the living room and give Chanyeol his order, plopping down next to him as he starts the movie. 

“Are you serious? You’ve chosen Saw while you know I hate horror movies.” You look in disgust up towards him and he smirks smugly. 

“Yeah, and you know I hate chick-flicks and we still watched House Bunny last week.”

You purse your lips. “Touché.”

Throughout the whole movie, at every jump scare and gore part, you bury your face in Chanyeol’s shoulder to block out the nasty movie scenes. And every time he laughs, hard. 

At a particularly gruesome scene, you whimper while hiding into his chest and Chanyeol laughs again. 

“Fuck, I love you”, he whispers but you hear it. 

Your breath hitch and you look up. 

Chanyeol’s whole face and ear colours red as he begins to stutter. “I─ I mean... I don’t don’t love you─ fuck, that just made it weirder.” 

As Chanyeol stutters through over his words, you reach up and kiss him on his lips, making him shut up.

“Wait... So that does mean you love me too?” He looks down at you with big, scared eyes.

You laugh. “‘Love’ is a pretty big word. Let’s start with ‘like’, shall we?” You smile and Chanyeol nods happily. 

“Yeah, I can live with that”, he says breathlessly, kissing you again.

You push Chanyeol against the soft mattress as you straddle him, kissing him intensely. “Happy second-anniversary babe”, you whisper seductively in his ear and you lick his earlobe.

He moans and wraps his arms around your lower back, kneading your butt with his big hands. 

A groan escapes your lips while you suck a dark spot just below his ear. You sit up and admire your work, a content smirk on your lips. 

Chanyeol sees his chance and reaches up and flips you both over. He attaches his lips to your exposed collarbones and you moan loudly.

Arching your back off the mattress and wrapping your hands around Chanyeol’s broad shoulder, you grip his shirt tightly and bunch it up. 

He grinds his hard-on on your clothed pussy, drawing a moan out of your mound.

But before you both continue anything, takes Chanyeol a step back as he looks to you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly open. His shoulders rise and fall heavily as he searches for a breath.

“Yeol? Everything okay?”, you ask while cocking your head to the side with knitted brows. 

He licks his lips as a deep shade of red spreads around his face. Chanyeol scratches the back of his neck and turns around, letting himself drop to the end of the bed.

You crawl towards him and wrap your arms around him.

“I ehm... I want to wait with the...” He trails off at the end of the sentence and you understand immediately.

To lighten the mood, you pout cutely. “So that does mean I don’t get to suck your dick?”

Chanyeol laughs loudly and shakes his head. “No, I am afraid you have to wait for a little.” He pats you hands wrapped around his torso with a goofy smile.

“That’s okay”, you say as you pull Chanyeol down with you, “I am patient.” You wrap your arms and feed around him like a koala and kiss all over his face, making him giggle in the process. 

After a while, the kissing stopped and Chanyeol noticed that you have fallen asleep. He smiles and wraps his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. 

“Thank you for understanding, darling.”

“Praise the Lord! I thought he would never ask you”, says your mother over the phone and you smile at her happiness. 

“He is a bit slow in everything, mom. You know that”, you muse while looking at your fiance who’s baking cookies in the kitchen. You play with the ring around your finger as lick your lips.

Your boyfriend of five years had proposed to you and you couldn’t be happier. Of course, you had to tell your mother as soon as you had a little alone time. 

“Does that mean you both did the do?”, she asks and you choke on air. 

“Mom!”, you hiss and look at Chanyeol, scared if he heard it. But the boy is just happily kneading the dough. 

“I take that as a no... Is he saving himself?” She’s such a curious person sometimes. 

“Okay mom, I am ending the call. You just made it weird! Love you tho!” You end the call before she can protest and you shove your phone into your back pocket while walking towards the giant idiot. 

“Everything okay, sweetheart?”, he asks cutely with a bright smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his body. “Everything is just peachy.”

“Do you, (Y/n) (L/n), do you take Park Chanyeol as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“And you, Park Chanyeol, do you take (Y/n) (Y/l/n) as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“Then you can now kiss your bride.”

Those words swarm through your head the whole day. A smile never left your lips, not even when you both got on the plane to get to your honeymoon. 

Chanyeol and your parents gave you a honeymoon to Antigua Cocobay Resort for two twelve days. Only you, your husband, and the tropical weather of Antigua.

“Are you excited?”, whispers Chanyeol in your ear and a shiver runs down your spine as you nod. 

“I can’t wait ‘till we’re there”, you look up with a smile and place your hand on his cheek, stroking it softly.

“Neither can I”, he smirks as his hand that’s rested on your knee, creeps up your leg and slowly getting closer to your gradually heating core.

“Chanyeol”, you hiss, “not now!”

“Why not, baby?”, he whispers before nibbling your earlobe and kissing your neck seductively.

A shiver runs down your spine while grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers and bringing them closer to your lips, kissing his knuckles.

“Because I waited so long to not throw it away such a special moment by having our first time on a plane. How much I love the idea of joining the mile-high club, not for our first time.”

He nods slowly, understanding my point. Chanyeol licks his lips with a sly grin before bending to your ear. “Just imagine baby, my face between your legs, you grinding against my mouth as I lick a stripe up your delicious core.”

A deep red colour appears on your face and you gasp. Where did your cute husband go to? 

You let yourself fall on the white bed as soon as you step into the hotel room. Chanyeol chuckles as he places the suitcases on the designed rack before walking towards the big open windows that overlook the white beach and clear blue waters of the ocean. 

“Holy shit, come look at this view”, he calls over his shoulder as he steps onto the balcony. “Oh my God, there is a bathtub outside!”

You smile at this adorable excitement while stretching out with a jawn. 

Chanyeol’s head peeks around the corner with raised eyebrows. “Okay good, I thought for a second that you started without me.”

You let out a scoff before throwing a pillow at him, that he catches.

“Oh, it’s on, baby.” He smirks before charging at you and he starts hitting you with the pillow. 

A loud laugh escapes your mouth as you shield yourself from his blows. “Mercy! Mercy! Please, have mercy!”

He giggles while he drops next to you, grabbing your hips, pulling you closer while kissing your lips with such fire you never felt. 

“Can we have sex now?”, he asks huskily while licking his lips. You nod slightly and kiss him again. 

He moans loudly. He grabs your buttcheeks firmly with both hands and kneads them. 

“Wait.” You break the kiss before starting the press kisses down his neck. “Let me suck you off.”

You feel a faint nod as you undress him from his travel clothes. You reach his pants and push down his sweats. His dick slaps you right in the face and you look up shocked. 

“You went commando? In sweats? How kinky”, you tease him and his already red ears get even more fired up. 

You lick a stipe up his dick, ending with a slight suck at the head. 

“Holy shit”, he curses with parted lips, head thrown back. “Where did you learn that.”

You let out a chuckle. “This is nothing baby.”

Before he can answer, another moan leaves his lips as you take him back into your mouth, this time properly sucking him and going all the way to the base. 

Not like it is easy. He’s thick and long. His dick is really testing your gag reflex. Well, now you know it is true what they say about guys with big hands. 

Where you can’t reach him with your mouth, you grab him with your hands and flicking your hands. 

You hollow your cheeks and suck even harder, really wanting to get Chanyeol off. 

He trusts up into your mouth and you moan, sending vibrations all the way down to his dick.

“No please”, he whines breathlessly. “I don’t want to cum yet.” He lays an arm over his face, hiding how worked up is from only your mouth and tongue. 

With a pop, you release the head. “It’s okay, baby, let it go. Cum in my mouth, Chanyeol.”

He moans loudly as you keep jerking him off. Not soon after, his length starts to twitch and you take him back into your mouth, giving him one strong suck before he unloads his seed into your mouth.

“Oh fuck”, he curses, “don’t swallow.”

“Too late”, you chuckle, sticking out your tongue to show it’s empty of his load. 

“Where did you even learn to suck a dick”, he asks as you lay next to him. 

“Well, I was really bitter in my first two years of college so I started to sleep around, eventually settling on being friends-with-benefits with two friends.”

Chanyeol looks at you shocked. “Wow”, he mutters, surprised at how casually you speak about sex. 

He nestles his face in the crook of your neck but you push him away. 

“You promised me something on the plane, and now you have to relive it.”

Chanyeol gulps as you push his face down, promising him that it will be a very long night. 

[9or10allgood]

I love Tumblr.  Far more than Facebook, which has become a seething morass of political partisanship, and while I’m all about seething partisanship when it’s discussed by people willing to engage their intellects, I’m less so when “debate” means posting memes and gifs which are, let’s be honest, the electronic equivalent of saying “nanny nanny boo boo”.

Anyway… Tumblr.  You can, to some degree, control your content.  If you are, like I am, mildly (*snort*) obsessed with a certain tall, lanky, Scottish actor, you can find like-minded individuals and follow them and bask in his glory to your heart’s content.  Likewise, you can follow fandoms based on television shows and movies and plays and music… and you get my point.  You’re all here so, of course, you do.

And, if you are interested in things like politics or social issues or the environment or science or all of the above (and more), that content is also readily available on Tumblr.

Generally speaking, I find the folks on Tumblr to be considerably more relaxed and open and accepting than on Facebook.  I attribute that, for the most part, to the members being mostly younger.  I’m a great believer in young people.  The future belongs to them and I am, present circumstances notwithstanding, mostly optimistic about the future. 

I’m a Boomer.  I was born eleven years after the end of WWII. (Good Lord, I feel old!)  There were no twenty-four-hour television or radio stations, and the internet wasn’t even conceived of, even by the most forward thinkers. Doctors still made housecalls as a matter of course.  Milk was still delivered to your door every morning.   The polio vaccine was still being tested.  Putting a man on the moon was a science fiction fantasy.  

As a generation, we “Boomers” were guilty of a lot of things, beginning with not quickly enough shedding some of the baggage from the generation before us. We were still largely segregated and we are paying the price still and we will until - I don’t know how long and that disturbs me more than I can say.  We were too quick to distrust the other - just ask the immigrants that came to these shores during and after the War.  There was a dear older lady in my church when I was in high school.  A kinder, more charitable, more joyful woman you could never hope to meet.  She was a German war bride - met an American soldier and they fell in love and married and he brought her home to his small, south Georgia hometown.  Their first decade was tough - folks were slow to forget and she was sometimes ostracized.  Even when I knew her, people would sometimes refer to her (in lowered tones) as Leroy’s German frau.  

We were abysmal when it came to the environment.  I mean, look at the cars we drove in the sixties and seventies before the oil crisis forced a turn toward economy cars.  Gasoline was $.37 a gallon - and that was hi-test!  What did it matter that my mother’s 1971 Mercury Grand Marquis land yacht only got 11 miles to the gallon?  Gender equality?  Seriously?  Gender Identity?!?!?  How you came out of the womb is what you were.  Period.  And if your family had that special uncle or the aunt with a Very Close Friend, well, it just wasn’t talked about, was it…

On the other hand, there were things we did do.   That social conscience that drives our society today?  You can thank those who loudly and visibly protested the Vietnam War for a lot of it.  Sure, there were anti-war movements always, but the Vietnam War lit a fire that, with the availability of news cameras and microphones and news cycles, burned hot and bright until the last helicopter departed the US Embassy in Saigon on April 30, 1975.  And when the war was over, there were plenty of other things to get riled up about:  the environment, women’s rights, the right to choose, civil rights, gay rights.  Anger over things that are wrong today didn’t just start in the 2000s.  A lot of us - and I mean a lot!  - have been pissed off for a while.

Putting a man on the moon belongs to the generation before the Boomers, obviously, but the drive to continue space exploration - the space shuttle, the probes that are still sailing toward places beyond our solar system, the International Space Station, the Hubble telescope - belong to us.  Medical advances?  Advances in diabetic screening and treatment, the MRI, treatment of HIV/AIDS… Cancer research was largely theoretical until the ‘70s.  The idea of DNA re-sequencing as a therapeutic treatment?  Late ‘70’s.

And as for culture?  My generation embraced the idea of embracing the accoutrements of other cultures.  Clothing, jewelry, hairstyles, music, food… we were all about it.  I see people commenting on “cultural appropriation” as if it’s a bad thing.  We - my generation - considered it to be a tangible form of acceptance.  

(As an aside, I have a dear friend who is battling uterine cancer.  She has lost all of her hair due to chemotherapy.  On one of her “good days”, she and her family took in an Indian (the country) festival and, while she was there, saw an artist creating henna tattoos.  On impulse, she asked the woman to create one for her scalp.  It was a masterpiece, absolutely glorious, and it gave my friend so much of her joy back.  For the first time, she was proud to show herself without a wig or scarf.  I think if I’d heard anyone say anything about “cultural appropriation”, I would have punched them in the mouth.)

My point to this ramble is this.  Lately, I’ve been seeing anti-Boomer things on Tumblr.  Boomers are rude.  Boomers are backward.  Boomers are outdated.  And while I get that it’s just a thing for generations to complain about each other, it’s the absolutism that I see that bothers me.  When I was young and dealing with my parents’ generation, I didn’t consign the whole kit and kaboodle to the Dark Ages.  And, from my viewpoint as an older person, I don’t heave a great sigh and clutch my pearls over the entirety of the Gen X'ers, the Millennials (raised one!), or the Gen Z'ers.  I may get annoyed with one or two individuals and have a sudden urge to shake my cane and yell “get off my lawn, whippersnapper!” but I manage to contain myself.  (There was the young man in the electronics department at WalMart who, in his most condescending manner, asked me if I knew what a USB port was.   I wanted to tell him that I’d been working with computers since before his father first bought his mother a malt at the chocolate shoppe.  Instead, I just gave him The Look™ and he mumbled an apology.)

Absolutism about anything is corrosive.  I mean, think about it.  It lies at the heart of so many of the evils that are tearing at us now.  It feeds the desire to hate all of the “other” because of a crime perpetrated by one or a few.  Wars result from this kind of thinking.  Down through history, you see it.  And it’s so much more easily spread now with social media.  Again, I would abandon FB altogether - except that it’s how I keep up with the folks back home - because it’s become a political, partisan, largely unintelligent cesspool.  All because those on the Left believe that those on the Right are the Minions of Satan and those on the Right think that those on the Left are Bloodsucking Snowflakes.  And, of course, they don’t all think that, but it’s so easy to click a “Like” or a “Share” without really thinking about the message they are sending, and before you know it things are out of control and we’ve put a dictator wannabe in the bloody Oval Office!

(Sorry.  I’m still upset.)

There are those who ask why boomers are offended.  I mean, “ok boomer” is just a joke, right?  Well, yeah, but that same reasoning has been applied to how many derogatory labels.   (I read one comment that “Boomer” isn’t an ageist slur. Except it kinda is, y'know?)  And, again, it spreads and it gets blown out of proportion and there are those who are just ready to jump on a bandwagon - any bandwagon! - and the next thing you know, it’s trending on Twitter and we’ve got one more thing to get mad about that shouldn’t be anything at all because there are so many other things that we really should be mad about and trying to do something about…

Do you get my point?  

If someone of any generation gets on your last good nerve, by all means, express yourself.  (Short of violence, obviously.)  But ease up on projecting the “they’re all bad" mentality.  It isn’t true.  It doesn’t make anything easier.  And we’re all better than that.

Aren’t we?

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 2

Link and Aryll didn’t speak for the rest of the night. Aryll didn’t come out of her room for a moment, and Link didn’t bother try to talk to her further. Instead, he fell against the couch where he stayed for the entire night, staring blankly at the tv in an attempt to lose himself in whatever was on. He passed out shortly after finishing off a twelve-pack by himself, and only woke up when he heard what he thought to be a door slamming. It startled him, and he nearly fell off the couch. After a quick check through the house, he determined that Aryll was not there. Whether she had actually gone to school was a different story entirely. He supposed he should have attempted to text her, but instead, he trudged into the bathroom to shower off the stench of alcohol.

Despite the amount of alcohol he consumed, his hangover was relatively manageable, though his mood still sour. It made concentrating on his work difficult as his mind wandered to Aryll. He knew he couldn’t necessarily blame her for the way she had been acting. It didn’t take a genius to see her struggles, to know she was depressed. Who could blame her? Her parents were dead. Her brother - and only living family member left - wasn’t around, and when he was, he was moody, drunk, and just downright intolerable. He knew he was partly to blame for her downward spiral. He could barely keep a handle on his own life, so of course it would seem that Aryll was just another problem he needed to deal with.

The truth was, however, Aryll was all that was keeping him together. In a life where it seemed that everyone left him, she was the one who remained. She was the only constant in his life. And dammit, he wanted her to have the best life she could. It may not have looked it to her, but he was trying. Didn’t that count for something? Perhaps it was selfish of him, but he just wanted her to be able to see that.

He was so lost in thought that he hadn’t even heard Sera approach his desk. He jumped at her greeting, and Sera grinned down at him. She sat against his desk, her arms crossed. “How did your field trip go yesterday?”

Link didn't look up. He continued to scribble numbers across the paper on his desk, occasionally tapping on a nearby calculator with the end of his pen. He never would have imagined himself actually having a job that would require math. But at the same time, he wasn't exactly finding the angle of a triangle, either. And, fortunately for him, the calculator was a wonderful tool high school conveniently tried to hide from him. “Great,” he said dryly. “I even got to bring home a souvenir.”

Sera smirked. “Oh yeah? Anything cool?”

“So cool,” he muttered. “A nice fancy note saying Aryll's gonna get suspended if she doesn't get her shit together.”

Sera frowned. “Yikes. What the hell did she do this time?”

Link sighed and dropped his pen. He leaned back in his chair and let it roll backwards. “Gave some tool bag kid a black eye.”

“Nice,” Sera said with a grin. “Tough girl. I'm sure he deserved it.”

Link shrugged. “I tried to tell her violence isn't the answer.”

Sera laughed loudly. “Isn't that ironic?” She stood then, saying “Oh” as if she remembered why she had come to Link in the first place. “We've got a new guy who is just dying to meet you.” She gave him a wink before calling over her shoulder. “Wally, get over here.”

Within a moment, a kid probably only a couple years younger than Link appeared from around the corner. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger as he regarded Sera. “I told you not to call me that.”

Sera shrugged. “Isn't it your name?”

“No,” he huffed. He turned his gaze to Link, then grinned. “My name's Walt.”

“K,” Link said simply.

“I'm a huge fan,” Walt said excitedly.

“Fan?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

Link's brows knit together. “Why?”

Walt blinked at Link for a moment. “Uh, because you're a total super hero?” He turned his gaze to Sera.

Sera grinned at Walt. “Never meet your heroes, kid.”

Link turned back to the papers on his desk, ignoring them.

“What's a guy like you doing in a place like this, anyway?” Walt said.

Link let his chin rest in his palm as he stared at his computer screen. “Hero work doesn't pay the bills.”

Walt nodded as if he understood such a predicament. “For the record, it totally should.”

“No shit,” Link muttered. “It's not enough that I almost died for this damn country.”

“Can I get your autograph?”

Link looked up at Walt, then to Sera, clearly annoyed. “Is he for real?”

Sera shrugged. “I told you he was a fan. I bet he stalked you here.”

“No, I swear!” Walt said defensively. “I mean, I knew you lived somewhere in the city. I just moved here a few weeks back. But I swear, I didn't stalk you.” His shoulders dropped slightly in an attempt to seem more relaxed. “It's cool, man. I'm cool.”

Link's brows raised and he turned his gaze back to his computer. “Yeah,” he said. “Cool.”

“Cool,” Walt said, waving his hand at Link, as if to dismiss his earlier uncool behavior. “You can get to that autograph whenever. No rush.”

Sera shoved Walt's shoulders, pushing him around the corner. “Bye, Walt!” She smiled after him as he hurried back to his desk, then turned to Link. “You have such a way with your fans.”

Link scoffed, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“So, you down for that drink this time? Sounds like you could use one.”

“Story of my life,” he muttered. He stretched his legs out under his desk and nodded. “Yeah. Alcohol. Definitely.”

*****

Sera was waiting for him outside of the building. It was just after five when he trotted down the steps and walked briskly passed her. She grinned as he walked by, then moved to catch up to him, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

“In a hurry?”

“Yes,” Link said simply. “Every minute I’m not drinking is another minute I’m not drinking.”

Sera laughed. “Well, sure, that’s one way to put it.”

“I think it’s the only way to put it,” Link said.

Sera frowned slightly and glanced at him. Though he seemed relatively content, she knew he masked his problems well. She pulled her gaze away and sighed lightly. “That new guy is weird, right?”

Link’s gaze moved to her, well aware that she was quietly judging him. “Sure,” he said. He turned his gaze away and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. “What a nerd.” Truth be told, something about him did make Link uncomfortable, but he didn’t dwell on it.

“If he’s a nerd for being your biggest fan, what does that make you?” Sera teased, elbowing him.

“A sucker.”

“Gee, you’re extra pleasant today,” she said.

Link sighed. “I’m tired.”

“Maybe you should skip the beer tonight,” Sera offered with a shrug.

Link shook his head. “Nope. Definitely need the beer.”

“Don’t you think you should get home and babysit Aryll?”

Link scoffed. “She’s avoiding me.”

Sera frowned. “Now what did you do?”

“Why is it always my fault?”

“It’s not,” Sera said. “But I also know that you like to feed the fire.” She shrugged. “You lectured, she argued, you fought back, and now she won’t say boo.”

“There you have it,” he muttered.

“You know -” Sera started.

“Yeah, I do know,” Link snapped at her. “I know. And that’s why I drink.”

Sera sighed. They stopped in front of the bar, and Sera held the door open for him. “Ladies first.”

“What does that make you?” Link said with a grin as he walked through.

The bar was dimly lit, just how Kit liked it. “I’d rather not see the faces of the pathetic sacks that come in here,” he used to say to Link. “I’m actually very uncomfortable seeing yours so much. It’s like we’re friends now or something.”

Link had frequented Kit’s bar over the last five years. Sometimes with Sera. Other times, even with Zelda. But mostly, he was alone. But Kit was always there, and his presence was something Link had grown oddly accustomed to, even fond of, even though they sometimes went a whole night without even speaking. If the situation had been any different, it was likely Link never would have associated with Kit, never mind called him a friend. But now, it seemed Kit was the only friend he had left. It definitely helped that he provided Link with all the alcohol he wanted.

Kit was behind the bar when they entered. He didn’t look up at first, but Link and Sera took their usual seat. Kit seemed occupied tending to a larger group of men on the other side of the bar, but he found a chance to wordlessly slide over their usual orders, throwing his middle finger up at Link over his shoulder as he moved away.

Sera made a sound of disgust. “Lonely, single girl’s night checkin’ you out.”

Link craned his neck to look around Sera in the direction of her gaze. There were five woman in a booth still dressed in their business skirts giggling and glancing in their direction. Link shrugged and disregarded them.

Sera, however, kept her gaze on them, studying them. Her head tilted to the side slightly. “I’d do the one in the middle.” She nodded to herself. “You can have one of the others.”

Link snorted. “No thanks.”

Sera shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said. “More for me.”

“Good luck with that.”

“I get laid more than you do,” Sera said.

Link considered this for a moment, then nodded regretfully.

The group Kit was tending to made their way out of the bar, and the bartender mosied his way over to them, bringing with him two more drinks. He frowned when he saw they hadn’t finished their first.

“You’re slowing down,” he said, pushing the bottles over to them. “Come on, let’s go. I gotta make my money off of you.”

“I think you should send one of those girls a drink from us,” Sera said. “All of ‘em. I wanna get lucky.”

Kit grinned. “If you get him drunk enough,” Kit said, gesturing with his chin toward Link, “he’ll go home with the cactus in the bathroom.”

“Why is there a cactus in the bathroom?” Sera inquired.

“That’s a good question,” Kit said. “I blacked out that night. But I’m convinced Link has something to do with it. He waters it every now and then.”

“I guess you must really save on plumbing,” Sera said.

“Kit shoves it up his ass,” Link said.

Kit’s face twisted in disgust. “I know I’m a lonely guy, but I’m not that lonely.”

“Debatable,” Link said.

“Well, we don’t all have the good looks and charm of a hero,” Kit said.

“Where are these good looks and charm that you speak of?” Sera asked.

Kit shook his head. “It only comes out when he’s drunk and horny. I don’t know how he does it, but he takes a chick home every week.”

“Do not,” Link sneered.

“Oh, right,” Kit said. “You fuck ‘em and run back here to drink some more.”

Sera frowned. “That’s classy, man,” she said disapprovingly.

Link rolled his eyes. “He’s exaggerating. Why do you listen to him?”

Sera turned her gaze to Kit who shook his head.

“Anyway,” Sera said as she finished off her beer. “I'm glad you decided to come out drinking with me tonight.”

“Why?” Kit absentmindedly dried off a glass behind the counter. “He's not good company.”

Sera grinned at the bartender and tapped against the counter. “Hit me.”

Kit rolled his eyes. He set the glass down, draped the rag over his shoulder, and moved to the other end to grab her another bottle.

“In a glass with an orange slice!” Sera called to him, leaning over the counter. “Do it right, Bartender!”

Kit flashed her his middle finger over his shoulder. When he returned, he slid the bottle across the counter at her, an orange slice jammed into the opening.

Sera grinned up at Kit, then worked to remove the orange slice. “Why don’t you get together with Mipha next time she comes home?”

“Is she still doing that doctor thing?” Kit grinned. “I'd let her do surgery on me.”

“Can it,” Sera hissed. “What kinda sick shit you into?”

Kit shrugged. “She's hot. I'll be into whatever she wants.” He leaned toward Link. “Give me her number already.”

Link finished his beer and shoved it into Kit's chest. “Piss off.”

Kit grinned, happy to be getting under his skin. He tossed the bottle, then retrieved another and slid it across to Link. “That one's on me, you cheap bastard.”

“Giving away products?” Sera said. “How do you possibly stay in business?”

“You should see this guy’s tab,” Kit said. He turned to Link and grinned. “Your alcoholism supports my small business. Thank you, Sir.”

“Glad I can be of service,” Link said, not amused.

Sera frowned, but did not add in her usual two cents as the two men continued to chat.

“Where have you been, anyway?” Kit continued. “It's been a couple weeks since you've been in here.”

“Been busy,” Link said with a shrug. “And its cheaper to drink at home.”

“Touche.” Kit pulled the rag off his shoulder and wiped aimlessly at the counter, removing a wet ring from Sera's bottle.

Sera finished her drink, then dropped her payment on the counter. “Don't let him get too drunk, Kit.”

“You're such a buzzkill,” Kit said to her. He slid her money across the bar and counted it. “Where's my tip?”

Sera rolled her eyes and fished through her pockets. She dropped some change into his palm. “You didn't give me my ora-”

“You got your orange!” Kit hissed at her. His fingers closed over her money and he slid his hand into his pocket. He smiled at Sera. “I'll take care of ya boy.”

Sera patted Link's head. “That's my work husband. You better. See you boys later.”

Kit watched as she moved across the bar, pausing to chat with the women in the booth. They laughed and flirted, and a note was passed between them. Sera waved over her shoulder to them before leaving.

“Does that come with benefits?” Kit said with a grin to Link.

“No,” Link said simply. “She’s like, forty.”

“I'd hit that,” Kit said. He leaned with his back against the bar, just to the side of Link. He watched the game play out on the tv above his head.

“You'd hit anything that moved.”

“It's a lonely life, being a bartender,” Kit said. “All day long, I listen to people talk about their lives, but no one ever wants to hear about mine.”

Link rolled his eyes. “How's life, Kit?”

Kit turned around enthusiastically. “Well, Link, that's right kind of ya to ask.” He paused for a moment, looking up thoughtfully. “Shit. My life sucks,” he said with sudden realization. “All I do is work. And I don't even make enough money to pay someone to have sex with me.” He frowned and leaned back against the bar.

“Poor Kit,” Link said. “Can't get anyone to touch his dick.”

“I could,” he hissed. “I just... don't have time to play the dating game.” He regarded Link over his shoulder. “If you know any single gals...”

Link shook his head. “They're all out of your league.”

“I could get them. What about Urbosa?”

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

Kit craned his neck to do just that, regarding his appearance in the mirror on the wall. He ran his fingers through his scraggly hair and blew the stray strands out of his eyes. His hair was an odd shade of brown, almost appearing grey and dirty. His skin was pale. “So I look like a vampire. I thought chicks were into that sorta thing.”

“When was the last time you even saw the light of day, man?”

“That is definitely not in the bartender's job description. Day drinkers are my forte. They keep me in business.”

“You open at ten.”

“And you won't believe the line I've got at the door. It used to be eleven.” Kit sighed. “Ten a.m. to two a.m., every day. Doesn't give me much time for a life. Unless, you know, I pick up a hooker on the way home.”

“Classy,” Link muttered.

“Hashtag single forever,” Kit said with a sigh. “That's what people say, right?”

“No.”

“You're a good friend, Link,” he said with a grin.

“Anything for you, Kit.”

“The next one's not free, though.”

“Hit me.”

Kit pushed himself off the counter, moving across to grab Link another drink. He set it on the bar, trading for the empty bottle which he tossed into the bin. “Saves me some dishes, at least.” He turned back to Link. “Sera would have me cut you off after that.”

“Sera's not here.”

Kit nodded thoughtfully. “What about Aryll?”

“What about her?”

“You just gonna leave her alone all night?”

“She's sixteen. She's capable of taking care of herself.”

“You'd make a great father someday.”

“I hope not.”

Kit smiled, but it was a sad sort of smile. Link met his gaze, then rolled his eyes.

“Stop it,” he hissed.

“I didn't say anything,” Kit said, raising his hands.

“You're giving me that look.”

“What look?”

“That therapist look. It's condescending.”

“Well, you're just such a sad, pathetic sack.”

“At least I get laid.”

Kit snorted. “When was the last time that happened?” He left Link to mutter to himself, moving to the other end of the bar to tend to another patron. After a few minutes, Kit returned, his palms against the counter. He leaned against his arms slightly.

“We're friends, right?”

“I wish we weren't,” Link muttered.

“And as a friend,” Kit continued, ignoring him. “It is my duty to talk some sense into you.”

“You're not my friend until after two,” Link said. “For now, you're the bartender.”

Kit sighed. He waited for Link to finish his beer, then took the empty bottle from him. When he returned, he only had a glass of water, which he slid across to Link.

Link scrunched his nose at the glass. “The fuck is this?”

“I can't in good conscious continue to support your alcoholism.”

“I'm not an alcoholic,” Link growled.

“Link, I met you five years ago when your stupid ass stumbled into this very bar with your stupid ass friends not an hour after your father's funeral and you haven't left since.”

“I only come for your entertainment,” Link said.

“And I only let you come to extort you. I've made quite a name for myself here, you know. This is the bar the great Hero of Hyrule drinks his life away at. It's practically a tourist spot.”

“Some damn kid at work asked for my autograph.”

Kit snorted. “Why the hell would anyone want your damn autograph?”

“He looks up to me.”

“You know who I look up to? Movie stars. Those guys get all the tail they want. You? You come with nothing but problems. PTSD, alcoholism, depression. Who wants that guy's autograph?”

“He sounds like a train wreck,” Link muttered.

“I'm hoping it will be explosive.”

“Hmph.”

“Nah,” Kit said. “In all seriousness. I'm sick of seeing your ugly mug in my bar. Go drink cheap beer at home. At least be with Aryll. Get some damn help or something.”

“I don't need help,” Link grunted.

“Denial.” Kit frowned. “No one expects you to have it all together.”

“Aryll does.”

“Aryll would understand.”

Link's brows furrowed. He looked up at Kit. “How could she? She has no one left. I'm all she's got.”

“Then isn't that worth, I dunno, sticking around?”

“I'm not going anywhere,” Link muttered.

“Maybe,” Kit said. “But as a bartender, I'm kind of a self proclaimed expert in alcoholism and depression.”

“I'm not depressed,” Link hissed.

Kit raised his hands in the air defensively. “Whatever you say, tough guy.” He left Link alone to mutter into his drink, tending to more patrons.