#that slide away from the table is literally the funniest thing ever i love her sm

[marlocentral]

MARLO CRUZ | Rookie Blue 4.01

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

[you-did-well-moon]

Day6 reaction to s/o getting jealous when a idol flirts with them

Type: Fluff angst if you squint really hard like you’re trying to see something millions of miles away but you don't have to squint that hard in wonpils

Word count: 3373

A/n: My first Day6 request how are you MyDays? Happy to see you here lol. I hope you’re all doing okay cause zombie literally bought me to tears. Anyways I cant lie I got excited when I got this request because it’s fun. I’m letting you know right now I love every girl om this reaction. Don’t be afraid to talk to me - Moon

TW: insecurities, a little suggestive with Young k, unrealistic depiction of female idols. 

Sungjin

You had been waiting for Sungjin to come back from getting his guitar case from where he had left in another room in the JYP building. You guys were going to go on a cute little café date that you surprisingly didn't have to beg for. You had thought he would suggest somewhere else since Wonpil had wanted to go to the same place with him, but he had shut him down saying Cafes weren't really his scene. 

You decided to get all his stuff so you could leave quickly, putting it carefully in your bag and placing his beanie on your head with a soft laugh. You were going to open the door of the practice room when you heard two voices conversing just outside the room. You tilted your head when you recognized Sungjin’s voice putting your ear against the wood of the door. You felt your chest tighten when you heard a soft female voice loudly laughing.

You heard the girl giggle and compliment his singing. With shaking hands you tiptoed to look through the little window the door had silently gasping when you saw her hand drift down his arm. You recognized Nayeon from Twice, one of the prettiest girls from one of the most popular girl groups. Her eyes drifted to your eyes peeking from the ledge of the window making direct eye contact when she softly took Sungjin’s hand and asked him if he could give her guitar lessons. 

Her eyes then came back to Sungjin, wide and faux in innocence as she slowly blinked at him. Feeling nauseous you couldn't take anymore of the scene stumbling to the other side of the room. You needed to get away or else you felt like you'd burst through that door and smack her for even having the audacity to touch your boyfriend like that. You didn't get to see Sungjin awkwardly pull his hand away telling her he needed to go. 

He walked into the room meeting your uneasy smile with a bright one, eyes crinkling when he saw his beanie playfully pulling it down so it covered your eyes fondly letting his finger drift to your cheekbone before taking your hand. Even the cute atmosphere of the café didn't manage to cheer you up. Sungjin immediately noticed your mood leaning towards you when he gently asked what was wrong. Not being able to make eye contact you’d ask him if he was going to give Nayeon the guitar lessons she asked for. 

He quickly understood what this was about, almost scoffing at the absurdity of it. He would be silent in the car ride home. Getting to the dorms and he’d pull you to sit down on his bed facing each other and knees touching. He would not allow you to break eye contact when he leaned his forehead against yours nose gently nudging yours as he grasped your hands in his.

“Y/n, love, from now on, I want you to stop tormenting and making yourself unnecessarily suffer like that. What you're feeling and thinking right now is completely wasteful because no matter what, no woman will ever occupy as much space in my heart as you do, no woman can make me feel the way you do. Have trust in me y/n, please.

Sungjin will not hesitate to shut down whatever jealousy you had. He will be blunt and honest with you while still being loving and romantic with you. To be honest, Sungjin thinks it’s stupid you even feel this way, but he wont tell you that.

Jae

Your stomach hurt from having to hold in your laughter curling up in your seat behind the camera, and you had to stifle your laughter with a hand clasped to your mouth. You struggled to catch your breath as a small tear slipped out from the corner of your eye. You had been texting with Jae when he told you he hadn't eaten yet, so you being the kind and supporting girlfriend you were, you had bought food for Jae and everyone in Hwaiting choosing to stay and wait for the recording to finish, so you could go home with Jae. 

You hadn't really watched any of the other episodes, so you weren't prepared for the chaos that ensued when going through the games. You could see Jae’s eyes finding their way to your figure, not being able to stop himself from smiling when he saw you laughing. He smiled brighter when you laughed in response to something he had done. He just loved your laugh too much. It did weird things to his chest, and it made his heart feel light.

 The recording finished and the show was wrapped up. You clapped lightly saying words of encouragement to everyone with Matthew bringing you into a headlock. You presented them with the food you had bought, a smile making its way onto your face when they all cheered. There was a table everyone could sit at, and you were going to sit next to Jae, but Jamie was able to slide in before you could. You shrugged it off knowing they were close friends, simply taking the seat across from him with a confused smile.

 You didn't mind their friendship at all. You had come into Jae’s life after years of them being friends, but as you watched her interact with Jae you couldn't stop the bitter feeling on your tongue. You saw her hitting Jae in the way a child does when they have a crush on someone else, pushing his fork so the food hit his chin and laughing when he complained.

She kept on childishly flirting with him right in front of you. She asked him to go to a new noodle place with her, and told him to reschedule when Jae said he had a date with you on that day which Jae outright refused. You felt like you were about to throw your food at her, so you excused yourself saying you weren't feeling too well. Jae stood up also saying he wanted to leave with you. You were upset, and you let it out on him. When he tried touching you, you pushed him away. 

He started asking you what was wrong poking at you and tugging at your arm to which you eventually snapped telling him to go to that stupid noodle place with his friend that didn't seem to understand what a friend was. Jae would be shocked, staring at you with wide eyes before laughing loudly, bending over and clutching his stomach as if he had just heard the funniest thing. Right there in the hallway of this entertainment company, one of Jae’s hands would rest on your shoulder pulling you so that your body was against his, and the other hand would take your chin making you look at him.

“You really think- I can’t go one hour without thinking of you y/n are you crazy? Like did you eat those weird candies Wonpil likes because how could you ever think I’m not constantly wanting to go home so that I can see you. You! No one else! There is nothing on this stupid planet that could ever make me love you less than I do. Not even when you drool in the morning”

The fact that you were jealous would make Jae laugh because him? Paying any kind of attention to any female? that wasn't you? and didn't have your smile or eyes that he loved so much? hah, what a joke.

Young K

When he had first told you that he would be collaborating with a female idol, you had been perfectly fine with it, excited for him even. Even when he told you it would be Sunmi he would be spending hours with, one of the most beautiful and creative idols in the industry, you shrugged your shoulders wishing him luck and telling him to remember to eat. You trusted Younghyun, and you trusted Sunmi to act respectfully since your relationship had been revealed to the public a long time ago. 

You hadn't had the chance to meet her seeing as you were busy with your own work. One day, Younghyun sent you a text message asking if you could bring his notebook to the studio seeing as he had written down some ideas he had for the song, and you agreed even offering to bring them snacks. He then responded with “You’re the only snack I need ;)” which you ignored going to the convenience store and buying as many snacks as you could. In your giddiness to see your boyfriend, you forgot to knock opening the door right away.

 What you saw made you realize that trust should not be given out freely. You couldn't really hear around the angry haze forming in your mind, but you heard Younghyun talking about the song. You saw her hand placed on his jean clad knee, thumb rubbing the skin exposed by a rip in the cloth, and her hand twirling one of his hoodie strings around her manicured fingers. Younghyun didn't even notice her actions, attention solely placed on the screen in front of him. 

You were just about to go and slap her hands away when he noticed you in the doorway, eyes lighting up as he hurriedly stood up greeting you with a chaste kiss and a hand tenderly running through your hair. You could only manage a weak smile in his direction feeling the other female’ s glare aimed at you. You nervously tugged at your ear asking him to talk outside, chest easing up when he immediately agreed. You quickly shut the door not even bothering to talk to the girl in the chair. 

 You stiffly gave him his notebook and the bag of snacks not being able to look him in the eyes. He was confused at your closed off attitude deciding he would talk about it to you in private where you could tell him in the comfort of your own home. Pressing his lips gently to your forehead, he whispered a “bye” against your skin before turning to go back into the studio. 

He was stopped by a hand tugging at his sleeve, and when he turned back around, you would ask him not to go back into the room because if you saw her make one more move on him you weren't sure you could hold yourself back swinging at her. You really wouldn't be able to finish your sentence before you were pushed back into the wall with his mouth desperately seeking yours. After maybe 5 15 minutes, he would lean back heavily breathing and cradling your face in his hands looking at you with sincere eyes.

“I belong to you and no one else. My heart and soul are all yours babe. You are on my mind every single minute you’re not with me. You think I care about other women? That's cute. There is absolutely no way I could ever think of waking up next to anyone else or falling asleep with anyone else by my side. 

I’m sorry but I believe Younghyun will be one to take your jealousy that route. He’ll think it’s cute . Actually, he'll find your jealousy kind of hot which he wouldn't dare tell you in fear of sleeping on the couch. 

Wonpil

You had actually been away from Korea to go visit your family members. While you felt happy to see your family, you missed Wonpil so much you asked him to send you voicemails talking about random stuff that had happened to him during the day. Even with all the texts and calls, you still depended on those voice mails like they were your lifeline. You just missed his voice...and his laugh...and his touch. You missed him a lot. Your family even teased you about it, noticing your bright smile when you heard from him and calling you “whipped” which you didn't even try denying. 

You had been playing with your younger cousins when you got a call from Jae. As soon as you answered him you had to put the phone away from your ear because he started screeching at you about leaving because ever since you left Wonpil had been all mopey and sulky. He had even tried cuddling Jae which Jae took great offense to. That was all you could catch before his screaming became unintelligible.

You heard a slight scuffling on the other side of the room before you heard Sungjin’s calm voice telling you they would be performing at a music show the day you got back. His voice got slightly nervous when he asked you to surprise Wonpil and if you were up to it because he had been down in the dumps lately. You agreed reassuring him you felt energized just by the chance of being able to see Wonpil earlier.

Getting out of the airport and you stopped quickly at your apartment to drop off all your suitcases and bags, and you slipped on one of his sweatshirts you had stolen from him not being able to stop a feeling of warmth in your chest feeling the soft fabric against your skin. Arriving at the venue and you greeted all the members with a big smile asking them where Wonpil was. They nervously looked at each other before pointing at one of the rooms simply telling you he was practicing. Entering the room would make you freeze in surprise because instead of just Wonpil behind the keyboard, Rose from Black Pink was next to him.

You saw his shoulders hunch up a clear sign he was nervous and feeling shy. She really had no shame. She made sure her shoulders and arms were pressed against his, and she giggled whenever their hands bumped. She had the nerve to rest her head on his shoulder while telling him how cute he was. You decided to intervene softly calling his name. Wonpil gasped at the sound of your voice immediately leaving Rose behind to crush you into a hug hiding his face in your neck. You could only smile meekly, one hand coming to wrap around his shoulders, and the other resting on the back of his head lightly massaging his scalp. With Wonpil not facing her direction, she gave you the dirtiest look she could. 

You asked her if she could give you guys some alone time to which she rolled her eyes huffing as she left the room. When Wonpil leaned back to look at you with a soft laugh and bright eyes, you couldn't meet him with the same enthusiasm. His eyebrows furrowed asking you what was wrong with a hand coming to brush the skin of your cheekbone. When you told him you didn't like the way Rose was acting with him, you could see the clear disappointment in his eyes. His mouth would down turn in a frown, and he looked at you through his eyelashes as his hands dropped from your body.

“Why would you feel this way? Have I not shown you I love you enough? Have I not told you I love you enough. Have I not given you reason to have faith in our relationship? What did I do to make you think that I care about anyone else when I have you, you who are my everything. Do you not trust me? 

Wonpil would be sad because Wonpil is someone who needs a stable and trusting relationship. He would be disappointed because he would think you don't trust him. He would be a bit distant from you for a little bit.

Dowoon

The day had been full of laughter. You and Dowoon had gone out to eat for breakfast. It had been a few days since you really had the time to spend and enjoy time with each other. Every time you caught Dowoon staring at you while talking to him, he would giggle eyes crinkling before looking down at his food. You eventually stood up leaning across the table to look him in the eyes, and he covered your eyes with one hand chuckling lowly and telling you to stop being so cute. He let his hand fall from your eyes to cradle your cheek brushing your hair away from your eyes gently. 

You couldn't help but to lean into your touch, your bright eyes meeting his tender ones. You guys decided to go out for a walk around the area where the restaurant was. There was a supermarket with a claw machine where Dowoon wanted to win you a cute plush, but the machine was one of the rigged ones. After the 17th time of Dowoon hitting his head on the glass of the cursed machine, you tugged at his sleeve whining that you wanted to take a walk at the park near the supermarket since the weather was so nice. 

You smiled and laughed as the sun basked you in its warmth. Dowoon had to stop you from going and petting every dog with a hand around your shoulders distracting you by letting a finger slip under the collar of your shirt and rubbing the skin between your neck and shoulder. You saw a little boy walking a large dog almost his size, and the dog was so gentle with the kid walking slowly as to not overwhelm the boy’s shorter clumsy legs. You stopped and put a hand on Dowoon’s shoulder whispering a soft “please” to which he immediately let go of you with a warm smile. 

You excitedly ran ahead gently greeting the boy and asking what his dog’s name was. Dowoon watched you happily bend down to pet the dog when the child gave you permission with a certain kind of breathlessness racking through his body. You didn't notice his ears tint red when you turned around to brightly smile at him. He was so mesmerized by the sight of you he didn't notice his name called until a hand came to rest on his bicep.

He turned around only to stumble back and bow to who he recognized as Chung Ha. She laughed lightly, her hand coming back to rest on his arm telling him he didn't have to be so formal. She kept complimenting him which made him squirm because she wasn't you. He was getting nervous, and when he got nervous his face got red. You stood up telling the boy bye, and you turned around only for your smile to drop from your face quickly. You recognized the female idol, and you saw Dowoon’s red face which you confused for him being shy and flattered by whatever she was saying. You instantly went up to Dowoon’s side greeting the female with a tight lipped smile before telling her you and Dowoon had to get home before it got dark outside.

You saw the enjoyment in her eyes when she realized you were threatened by her. You tugged at Dowoon’s arm, eyes never breaking eye contact with her until you were far enough. Getting home and you would be silent not letting Dowoon touch you and ignoring him. You were passing by him on the couch when he grasped your hand asking what was up with you. You asked him if he liked the attention he got from Chung Ha with a cold tone. Dowoon tilted his head, tugging at your hand to make you sit on his lap. He looked down at you with a confused gaze. His hand cradled your jaw to make you look up to him.

“Why would I ever want anyone but you y/n? You who smiles as me even with all my flaws. Who never fails to make me happy just by being next to me. How could you ever think I could love someone else the way I love you. You y/n. My lovely y/n. You dummy.”

Dowoon would be so confused. Why would he want someone else that wasn't you. You were everything he wanted. That's why you guys were together. Why would he be as stupid as to ruin the beautiful thing you guys had?

[tobesobri]

𝒜ll I have to say about this one is..... be prepared nvjknfv

huge massive thank you to the incredible @youresogolden-h for editing ❤️

CHAPTER SIX: DON’T WANT THIS NIGHT TO END (4K)

Harry and Y/N are friends…. with benefits, but not the kinds you’re thinking of.

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She didn’t mean to stare at him all night. She had planned to keep herself as low-key as possible. But that was before the tequila and a highly intriguing game of Cards Against Humanity began.

He’d come home with Will after the studio where they continued to work out whatever song was being chipped away at until they couldn’t handle it anymore and called for a game night. Normally, Y/N didn’t get as into game night as everyone else. She didn’t even like saying half the things on the vulgar card game out loud. She would have signed herself out by now if it wasn’t for the alcohol and Harry. Okay… maybe it was mostly Harry. She didn’t want to bury herself in her room and spend all night wondering when he’d knock on her door. 

Besides, hearing him read aloud cards that mentioned orgasms and furries was much more entertaining. 

And maybe he just hadn’t paid much attention before, but listening to her read cards out loud whenever it was her turn to be the card czar, he became all too well aware of the fact that she skipped right over curse words like they weren’t even there. And come to think of it, he couldn’t ever recall her saying a single ass or fuck or shit ever. Y/N didn’t cuss and he had no clue why it took a stupid game for him to realize that.

But it made him love her even more to the point of spending most of his night wondering why she chose not to. Maybe it was a moral thing, but she didn’t really seem that way to him. Maybe back before he really knew her, he would have thought that. That she was a bit prudish. But knowing everything he did about her now, he hated himself for ever making that snap judgement. So maybe she just simply didn’t like to.

The rest of the night was also spent with stolen glances and a drinking game that consisted of taking a shot every time someone was forced to say the word penis. Which led to all of them getting sufficiently shit-faced faster than anyone had anticipated.

Still, Harry and Y/N’s tipsy eyes found one another quite often when no one else was looking. When everyone was distracted by the game or by something stupid James had said. They shared small smiles across the table from each other and it gave them both butterflies like they were a couple of horny teenagers.

Y/N was up next as Violet proclaimed it to be their last round, mostly because none of them could see straight anymore and the adrenaline from the alcohol had just about worn off by then, leading to them all crashing quickly into exhaustion and grumpiness.

“What’s that smell?” She read the black card out loud after drawing it from the diminishing deck and set it down on the table. It was definitely an interesting one to end on. It had the potential to be good or to go horribly wrong. She listened to the giggles as the others picked out their white response cards and placed them face down on the table in a not-so-neat stack.

Once all the cards were collected, she turned them upside down one by one and read them. The first brought a smile to her face, the second was something she didn’t say out loud but Will did instead and they all lost their shit over it. The next was moderately funny and slightly distasteful. No doubt that had been James’ card. Then there was the last one. 

In bold black letters it read two simple words: Sexual Tension.

She immediately crowned that one as the winner, not because it was the funniest, but because it fit her current predicament quite well. No on else int he room knew it besides them, but she felt it every single fucking time Harry looked at her with those eyes and dimples of his. Maybe it wasn’t sexual tension, but it was some kind of tension. 

And when Harry picked up the winning black card in victory, she gulped the pit in her throat. He was the one to pick that out. He thought it was funny. Did he also think it was relevant? Is that why he thought it was funny?

Either way, he looked at her like it was just the two of them in the room. It was a look similar to all the rest of them. His eyes were a fiery emerald green that complemented the cheeky smirk she would have otherwise wanted to smack off of his face in any other situation. He looked at her like he absolutely played that card on purpose even if he’d never admit to it.

From his eyes, she found herself tracing the outlines of his body like she’d never really done before. She watched his hands as he delicately picked up all the cards near him to begin cleaning off the table; hands that she was all too familiar with but had never really given much thought to, at least not as much as she was giving to them right now. She thought about his touch quite often, mostly when he wasn’t actually around. But seeing his hands now and knowing they’d been on her body at one point or another made her feel all prickly inside. Then there were his tattoos that traveled all the way from his wrist to up under the rolled sleeve of his blouse and to his chest where she knew other ones were scattered about. She only had her blurry memories of them, but she knew they were there. Her mind drifted into uncharted territory when she considered what other tattoos he had in other various locations on his body she had yet to discover.

She snapped out of it when Will nudged her to hand over the hoard of cards in front of her on the table to be placed back into the box. And she was grateful for it. Another second of daydreaming about Harry’s body parts and she wasn’t sure where her mind would have ended up.

Helping clean up was a lot harder than it seemed, especially when she stood from her chair and then fell right back down into it. They all, of course, proceeded to laugh at her. Harry was a little less amused than everyone else. Worry, more than anything, filled his pale features because he’d never seen her that drunk before. And instead of violently laughing at her, he was stopping himself from reaching across the table to help her.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed you fucking lightweight,” Will lifted Y/N from her seat with one hand firmly planted around her waist that left Harry in a pathetic pit of jealousy. He knew he had no reason, but he couldn’t help wishing he was in Will’s shoes. 

But, to all of her roommates, her and Harry were barely even friends. They were supposed to only know very little about each other. They were supposed to not talk much at all. 

He knew that situation was going to drive him crazy sooner or later.

Once Y/N was tucked away, everyone else finished cleaning up. James and Violet turned in shortly after polishing off the last of their drinks and once they were gone, Will began setting up Harry’s usual makeshift bed on the couch. 

He felt terrible about it too, as Will spread a couple blankets down and got pillows in the right order for him, completely unaware of the fact that Harry would not be sleeping there. At least not the entire night. 

Still, he gave Harry a lazy hug goodnight and disappeared into his own room just in time to pass out, head first, onto his bed. Harry was thankful for the alcohol that very clearly proved them all to be lightweights, since they were all out cold within minutes of each other. 

Harry had his own spinning head too, but he wasn’t about to let a little whiskey and tequila stop him from knocking on her door. He did not, however, have the strength to let it stop him from leaning his entire body onto the frame so that when she opened the door, he practically fell into her room.

Steadying him with a giggle, they were then both a sloppy pair of bodies attempting to make it across her room to the bed with as few injuries as possible. And without even thinking, without a single second rational thought, they stood in the middle of her bedroom while she helped him out of his shirt. It was probably the immense amounts of drunk giggling that had them both in a cloud, but once her shaking hands had undone the first two buttons of his top, there was no turning back. 

His smile faded while he watched her get the last few buttons undone, finally having some inkling as to what was going on. She was taking off his shirt and in her next careful, but confident movements, she was sliding it off his shoulders.

After a moment of staring almost mindlessly at his collarbones, they both laughed breathlessly at one another and it eased the tension. She ran her fingers through her hair, giving him some space while he undid his jeans and tugged them off next. He looked even better than he had after showering yesterday, but maybe that was because she was about to get into bed with him just like that. He wasn’t going to change into something else. This was it.

“We’re sleeping or what?” Harry teased when she still hadn’t moved or said anything herself. 

She snapped out of it finally and led the way, crawling under the covers while he fit in beside her just like all the nights before the current one. In a matter of minutes, his hands were around her waist and her face was tucked into his neck, just the way they were used to. It was hotter than before though, literally, and he was thankful to be without his layers of clothes. And when she brushed against him, it was the first time he realized she was without some of her own too. Her typical flannel pants were definitely not what he felt under the blanket. 

Mixing them with alcohol really wasn’t the brightest move. 

But still, they both enjoyed the skin-to-skin contact… almost a little too much. It was better than anything they’d ever done before. She could actually feel every single one of his heart beats and the slightly raised skin of a birthmark under her fingertips. She felt his warmth more than anything else, felt his skin heating up underneath her until his goosebumps melted away. She felt the sometimes soft, sometimes prickly hair on his legs every time they accidentally brushed against each other to get comfortable. She felt the way his muscles flexed under her touch without the fabric of a tee shirt getting in the way. 

Most importantly, she felt the way he still made her feel safe, even when she was intentionally more exposed than she ever had been in front of someone. She always thought it would make her way too anxious to follow through with. But here she was, without pants cuddled up in Harry’s arms and not having a single care in the entire world.

Until, well… until she woke up.

Because at some point during the night, she’d managed to go and wrap her leg around one of his so that when she woke up in a puddle of sweat, there was an even more embarrassing puddle between her legs. 

The dream she’d been having came flashing back in pieces like an old movie she hadn’t seen in a long time. It definitely involved Harry, that much she knew. She could see his eyes, narrowed, taunting her before they disappeared…

Holy shit.

If she was one for vulgarity, she would have quite a few curse words on her tongue in regards to her current situation. A wet dream about Harry while she was currently all wrapped up in him. There was no way he could know about any of it either. It would be hard enough moving on from it herself, but him knowing about it too? Impossible. 

The relationship they’d been building would be ruined. She could never look him in the eye again. She didn’t even know how she would when he eventually woke up.

So slowly as not to bother him, she untangled her leg from him. But even if she was doing so cautiously, it didn’t stop him from flipping positions onto his back and pulling her along with him. She cringed while he did so, up until he settled and she found his face in the darkness to realize he was still asleep. With a breath of relief, she succumbed to her new position curled up into his side with his arm firmly around her shoulders. The second she closed her eyes to forget about everything, however, she saw Harry again. The way he’d looked at her in her dreams, settled between her legs, about to do unholy things she never knew she wanted so badly.

Her eyes shot open again. 

She couldn’t deny she liked Harry, maybe even a little too much for her own good. But wanting him like that? She couldn’t even remember a time she’d ever wanted someone the way she clearly wanted him. She barely remembered the last person she had a crush on, which had been years ago in college. And even then, she never got to the point of being sexually attracted to them. All this time she thought she was broken. Everyone else could go around sleeping with whomever they wanted and she never even had the urge to do so in the first place. 

But here Harry was, breaking down everything she thought she knew about herself. She thought she’d never let anyone close to her again. That she would never trust anyone enough to experience that intimacy. And most importantly, she never thought she’d let herself get fucking aroused by someone who wasn’t a safe distance away from her. 

Every time she even let herself think that way about someone for even a second, it sent her right back to that trauma. Because daydreaming about her Italian Literature TA always led back to things she didn’t want to think about. She couldn’t think about people touching her without also thinking of that night. So, she eventually just stopped thinking about it altogether. 

Then there was Harry. And for some reason he was different, but she had no idea why. Why she found herself indulging in the dream about him, letting her eyes shut and letting Dream Harry do as he pleased. Why none of it was interrupted by her disruptive memories. Why she got lost in the idea of having a real relationship with him and not feeling repulsed by it one bit.

Why she didn’t find herself repulsive. Like he’d somehow screwed her head back onto her body again and she didn’t completely hate every inch of it. She thought about when he’d told her she wasn’t ugly and the way she had brushed him off back then because right now, she believed him. His words had been one thing, but the way he made her feel about herself was another. 

It was comfortable and she’d never really felt that way before when it came to her and relationships and sex (or the idea of it, rather). So when she finally managed to doze off to sleep again, she didn’t feel as bad about the dream or of facing him in just a few hours.

Even so, Sunday morning sharing the close-knit spaces of their kitchen and dining area with Harry and her roommates, hungover, wasn’t the least awkward situation she’d ever been in. Not only did she have to pretend like Harry didn’t spend the night in her bed (and several nights prior), she also had to pretend like she didn’t have a personal epiphany last night brought upon by dreaming of Harry going down on her. 

So there was definitely plenty of awkward to go around. 

Especially when Harry was the first to join her at the table with a mug of freshly brewed coffee and a borrowed bowl of cereal. He’d been out of her room at his usual time, not that it had mattered because he still woke up on the couch before anyone else retreated from their bedrooms. He was slightly salty about the fact that he could have stayed curled up in her warm bed longer, but he knew it was best not to risk it.

They were way too far deep into their secret little situation that telling any one of their mutual friends at this point would just be a bit too weird. 

When he was right in front of her, offering up a quick smile before digging into his Lucky Charms, she stared at him for a while longer. Particularly at his shirt. And the fact that it had been off of him last night. That she’d had him in all his mostly naked glory in her bed and she still had no idea the specifics about any one of his tattoos he had hidden under his black cotton t-shirt. She knew there was a butterfly and some birds but that was about it. And looking for answers on Google about them just didn’t feel right.

But now with his shirt on again, she wondered how long it had taken him to find his clothes scattered about her bedroom floor in the dark after his alarm went off. She wondered if, once the alcohol had sufficiently worn off, he thought that it had been weird the way she undressed him. 

She cleared her throat and focused her attention on her own breakfast of champions when she saw Violet approaching in her peripheral. From then on the most she allowed herself to see of Harry was a quick glance, which she was fine with. Even if she wasn’t stealing all the glances she wanted to, he was close enough so that whenever he moved just the right way she got a whiff of his all-too-familiar cologne. It reminded her, again, of last night and when she'd gone snooping through his bathroom, stealing a whiff of his Tom Ford cologne for her own selfish reasons. She remembered thinking how much better it smelled on him, however.

But it smelled best on her shirt and in her sheets.

“So, Harry, how’s the album going?” Violet asked as she set her plate of eggs and chorizo down, making Y/N’s stomach grumble even though she was on her own second bowl of Lucky Charms. 

Will and James joined shortly after at the table just as Harry gave a bit more of an answer besides his usual shrug. “It’s uh… going.”

“He has half a song written, that’s how it’s going.” Will answered bluntly instead, knowing Harry would never admit to his recent struggles with writing.

Violet still looked impressed though, “Is it at least a good half of a song?”

“Honestly, it’s strong enough to be a single if Harry can get his shit together and finish it.” Will teased while Harry rolled his eyes. Despite Will’s picking at him, however, Harry felt a little better seeing Violet's eyes go round out of excitement.

“That’s good! You need to stop pressuring him, Will.” Violet pointed an accusatory fork at her roommate. “It’ll come when it comes.”

“As long as it comes before the deadline.” Will mumbled under his breath which caused Violet to chuck a balled up napkin at his face.

Laughs sounded from all around the table, offending Will even further. “I hate y’all, I hope you know that.”

“Anyways,” Violet started, changing the subject, “Y/N I feel like last night was the first time I saw you in weeks. I don’t think it’s healthy staying at your coworker’s place all the time and not coming home, you’re going to turn into a workaholic and then we really will never see you.”

There was another braved glance at Harry, who was already looking at her with those stupid green eyes of his as if he had no idea why she hadn’t been coming home lately.

“I, uh… it’s just easier. It’s been really busy since we got this new client.” She saw him in her peripheral vision, his dimples reappearing as he tried to hide the little smirk on his face because of course he knew she was lying. And of course he enjoyed it. He oddly enjoyed being her little secret, even if just last night he was wishing he wasn’t. 

“That or she’s been seeing someone and lying to us.” James spoke up for the first time all morning and everyone’s eyes darted straight to him.

She couldn’t help her cheeks from heating up, even though she knew what James had offered wasn’t true. Well, at least not in the way he meant. She was seeing someone, but not like that.

Violet gasped dramatically, “I hadn’t thought of that!” And then pointed her accustory, big brown eyes at Y/N again, “You have a fucking boyfriend, don’t you?”

She tried not to look at Harry, she tried really fucking hard, but to her defense, he was looking first. And when she glanced at him, he didn’t even try to hide the smirk on his face while he chewed on his Lucky Charms. He was just as amused by all this as her roommates were.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” Y/N mumbled, not really feeling up for defending herself at the moment.

“Yes you fucking do, you’re blushing!” Violet exclaimed, pushing every single one of Y/N’s buttons the only way Violet knew how to. 

It wasn’t even that Y/N felt embarrassed, that she wouldn’t just tell them if she was seeing someone, but it made her uncomfortable in ways she couldn’t even explain.

“I don’t have a fucking boyfriend.” 

All four of them immediately stopped laughing. They didn’t even make a single noise. Harry’s smile dropped from his face faster than any of the others. Not only had he never heard her utter a single cuss word before, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard her voice get that loud. 

And she left all of them in shock too, taking her bowl of leftover milk to the sink before disappearing into her bedroom. 

“Guess she doesn’t have a boyfriend.” Violet muttered under her breath as if Y/N might still hear her.

“Why do you always do that? You know she hates it when you talk about that kind of stuff.” Will defended, angry eyes mostly pointed toward Violet, but James got a little bit of his vengeance as well for being the one who started it in the first place. And suddenly Harry began to understand Y/N’s sudden outburst a little more clearly.  

“Maybe if she wasn’t so uptight all the time, she would actually get a boyfriend and stop being so damn sensitive about it.”

Will shook his head in disbelief, glancing at Harry quickly, like whatever he wanted to say, he knew he couldn’t. Not in front of Harry. So instead, Will sighed and shook his head, returning his attention to his breakfast, “You really need to just shut up sometimes, Vi. Especially when it comes to things you know nothing about.”

Harry sat close-lipped and lost in thought. He wondered if whatever Will wouldn’t say in front of him was something he already knew about Y/N. That maybe the mere mention of relationships made her uncomfortable because of what happened to her. 

And then Harry ventured further into overthinking it when he considered the fact that Will might know more about Y/N’s past than he did, that maybe there was more to her story. He hated feeling like he needed to know everything, because the fact was that he only needed to know what she chose to share with him.

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[calypsoff2]

Thirteen.

Our trip is coming to an end, our last night here and I am a little upset that it’s coming to an end, Robyn and I have gotten to be ourselves for the first time in so long, and I am going to miss it so much “you good?” I asked, Robyn nodded her head as she came in from sunbathing outside. I pulled her in for a gentle kiss, my lips were soft on hers; my tongue lightly traced the line of her bottom lip. She sighed and her mouth parted under my own, my hands ran down her hips and to her ass, cupping it gently “you feel it?” she moaned, her arms tightening around my neck “I don’t want to go back” I knew it, she is just like me. We both do not want to go back home; I don’t blame her because we have had such a good time just being us. No worries either, just sun and vibes “we are the same people” pressing a kiss to her shoulder “you know with it being a our last day, I have a little something fun” moving back my head “fun?” Robyn looked up at me all wide eyed “yeah and what is that you have been hiding this little fun huh?” I chuckled “well, get ready baby and I will tell you” slapping her butt as I moved back from her “wait, excuse me? What you got going on?” I chuckled, I left this to the last day “just something fun, come on now. Just get dressed so we can go and have that fun” Robyn is judging me, she walked off side eying me as she did. She is giving me a side eye, well I wanted to do this on the last day.

Robyn sat across me; she is dressed which was quick “you got me a gift now? I thought we wasn’t doing that gift thing? You swore to me that we weren’t doing gifts? You said no too also” she is so annoyed “how you know it’s not a gift for me twin?” she is funny, this gift is literally for me and that is what she needs to understand “show me then” why is she so angry at me, I can’t even deal with her right now being like this “why are you annoyed? Hey” I chuckled “because we have to go back but show me, what is in that bag?” she pointed, sliding the bag over to her “go on then look” clasping my hands together with the biggest smirk on my face “you have a cheeky smirk on your face, what have you done?” I laughed just wanting Robyn to open the damn bag already, Robyn put her hand in the bag and grabbed the box. She gasped seeing it “no way!” she spat, I busted out laughing “now I know where you said your pleasure, oh my god. An egg vibrator, oh my god. Wait, I am actually excited about this, oh wow. Ok. You going to put this in me and you downloading the app? Oh my god, my pussy about to be doing cartwheels, chile. You are so sneaky” I can’t wait to put this in her already.

I smirked and turned it on, Robyn I gasped “oh my god, this is so weird” I turned up a little more. She gasped, her hands now clutching the fabric of the bed covers “stop!” she spat, oh this is good, and this has made me happy “do not put that on high, I swear. It’s already about to have me on my knees, oh my” I can tell it’s about to have her crawling on the floor “I will be good, so we going to eat” Robyn’ face dropped “oh no, we not doing that. I do not trust you!” she spat, I laughed out “I am your husband Robyn, why don’t you trust me? We are only going to the hotel restaurant. I thought keep it close, come on” Robyn is not sure, I think she doesn’t trust me, but I wouldn’t do that to her “you can’t do that to me Chris?” she shook her head “do what? Come, I have a table booked. I will not put it on high unless you piss me off” putting my hands behind my back smiling at her “but you will purposely keep doing it-” she stopped speaking as I pressed the button, and she couldn’t speak “stop!” she spat, her chest heaving from pleasure. I did it again and her hips twitched “that is so powerful! Chris!” she shouted, she lifted up her skirt “I have no panties on and see!?” oh she is wet “just let’s go, clean yourself up and let’s go” I don’t care to hear it “don’t make me do it again, just hurry up” walking off, she needs to get on with it.

I feel so pleasured, the waiter bought the drinks over to us “thank you” Robyn said with a smile, I am smirking so hard right now at this “it feels weird, please don’t do it” licking my lips sitting back in my chair “why did you buy this again? I can’t believe I am even sat here listening to you, why are on earth are you looking for this?” she got questions “I thought why not, I saw it. Well it was actually something I read you know, I thought you can feel how I felt that day” Robyn laughed out “nigga I had to have my nails off, I felt nasty without my long nails. It’s painful actually” eyeballing her “see what I mean, I came freehand. I am still mind blown by that” shaking my head “well you my bitch, what!” Robyn slapped the table “stop it” trying to suppress my smile “I am your what?” I said raising my eyebrow “bitch! You are my bitch; I swear you are. I will keep on saying it bitch” shaking my head, she is in angry now “I like your anger, it’s more of a turn on actually. But anyways, are you moodier because we are going back, let’s talk” Robyn is so damn beautiful, like even without makeup, she is beautiful, and that tan is hitting “with that in my coochie? You want to talk” nodding my head “stop being negative, come on” she huffed out “well yeah, just that I have enjoyed being away from California, being away from all the negative shit and just to see us being us, the us I missed so much. Also I have got Tina to look into the best Cancer treatment for Captain, I want to do this. In my heart I do” nodding my head in agreement “I am all for it, but I can’t wait to see the girls, my daughters are the reason I want to go back. What if we did move? To like a nice holiday country, we can have peace” I want to move actually “you have said about moving a few times now, you really want that?” nodding my head “I feel I have nothing to be here for, everyone has fucked me over. Who have I got?” Robyn frowned at me “you have people stop it” I think I need a change; I am ready for it more than ever.

I was being so good with Robyn; I didn’t even use the thing with her. I thought let her eat, but we are walking back to the room now. I feel Robyn has become accustomed to the egg; she isn’t bothered now. She is just walking like it’s nothing, but I got something for her ass, she is ahead of me “fuck!” Robyn spat, as she held onto the wall “oh god” I am not stopping this time, her head fell back, and her hand balled up into a fist. I thought I would be stood away from her and just let her marinate, pressing the button again “Chris!” she shouted so loud at me and then cried out, my dick is getting hard seeing her unravel in front of me, oh I want her. Robyn moved back from the wall and started to run to the room, but I pressed it again and she fell down “oh my god” I said laughing, she literally fell onto her hands and knees “I swear, you ass!” she spat, this shit must feel really good actually because this got Robyn all over.

Closing the hotel door behind me and locking it, Robyn literally struggled getting into the room, but she made it, it has been the funniest thing to see her like this “Robyn?” I said looking around the room “I am here, and this is out” I laughed out “I literally came, it was down my leg too!” I guess I can put my phone away now because she has taken it out “you had a little too much fun, now you get on that bed and eat my fucking ass out, now!” she pointed, she doesn’t like me having fun “mhmm, I rather suck your toes?” she shook her head “get naked and do it, I want it ate good too. I want the best head ever from you, kiss this shit better” walking by Robyn, she means it too “man, you always ruining the fun. I am going” Robyn lightly pushed me because I am dragging my feet to the room “is it sore?” I questioned, I bet it is “it won’t be once your mouth is on it” feeling Robyn’ arms around my torso “I love you so much Chris” I cooed out, Robyn can never be angry at me, she loves me too much for that.

I fell to my knees, grabbing her waist and pulling her centre to my face. Her hips lifted off the bed and into the secure hold of my hands. Inhaling her scent, I nuzzled my nose against her clit and found my happiness. I opened my mouth and took as much of her pussy into my mouth as I could. My head rocked back and forth, gently sucking on her clit. My tongue lapping up every ounce of juice she released. Zigzagging my tongue across her clit before moving my mouth and I licked my lips clean; I went back in for more and tongued down her pussy “fuck yes” Robyn said, her body arching off the bed. She held her breath, her body twisting as I refused to move back. I am getting a orgasm out of her, watching her gasp heavily struggling to even breath “Chris” she panted out, trying to push me away but that wasn’t going to happen, she wanted this. My mouth clasped around her clit, sucking until a howl came from Robyn, I did my job right during this trip and I am happy as hell, she is going to be sore for a while.

Robyn is in her phone already, like her face is all in it know we are on the jet going back home. It’s bittersweet because on one hand we miss our kids and on the other we want to be ourselves with peace so it’s bittersweet “so that’s it now?” I said leaning on the table with my arms “huh” she finally looked up from her phone “sorry, see what I mean. As soon as I leave my holiday away they are on it so quick, asking all these things. Break is over now, Fenty is back in business so does it’s owner but I will be with you in a second” here we go, I can’t blame her because she has done her best to give me all her attention and do the utmost with remaining at home, it’s going to be a time where she has to go back to work “ok done, just had to send that message. Sorry poppa, I am just doing that. I will have to go New York, but I said I need to take my girls back to school for the first day at least, I know they will be upset if I don’t do it” I like that, Robyn is thinking of the kids now “so that is what you were doing?” I pointed at her phone “I did, they wanted me to come just now, like land there. I said no, I will skype, but I need to drop my girls off at school for the first time at least, but now I am wondering what they want” I chuckled “you’re a good person Robyn” placing my hand over hers, she is very much a good person.

Grabbing the suitcases out of the car, home sweet home I guess. Placing them on the ground, the gates opened up slowly which means the girls know we are here “you got the cases?” Robyn asked as she came around the car “yeah I do” I laughed seeing Imani running out “they are home!” Tianna spat, I didn’t want to come home but then I do because look at this, my daughters “awww my princess. Why you got this on” picking Imani up “you got this out” pinching her stomach, Imani hugged me so tight “I love you mama” pressing a kiss to the side of her face “awww you missed us that much” the girls are attacking us with love “look at that, the girls missed you both so much” Monica said as she looked at us all pleased, she looks so happy “you both look well” Monica complimented me, I just grinned at her “we had a good time, thank you so much. I think we have reconnected in many ways” Robyn smirked at me and then shook her head, I think we had a very good time to reconnect.

[filypadreams]

Fleeting Touches

( Asmodeus x GN!MC)

Synopsis: Do you know what fleeting means? It means you should apreciate every moment while you can. Even if you get lost in illusions for it.

TW: Slight angst

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The streets were full this time of the year, even with the cold weather. It was a race for most humans to get that last minute gift for that special someone.

Their children, parents, grandparents or significant others. For some reason it's tradition to get that one person a last minute present.

And that's always a disaster...

" Calvin Klein One... with bergamot, cardamom, pineapple and jasmin. Tropical? Or maybe Dolce & Gabanna Velvet Exotic Leather. Traditional and italian... also at good prices, I need to ask if they are antiallergenic! "

I spend 15 minutes on the line but get both perfumes and walk outside onto the sunny street. It's not as busy as the mall and I really should get home before it gets to close to one pm.

Today, faces are a blur to me.

" Thanks for the tip Asmo, I was sick of the strong scents of women perfumes and the always down to earth male ones~"

I cheerfully speak to myself while touching the 'tattoo' above my left breast.

It's a one-way communication system. I'm not even sure Asmodeus hears what I tell him but I sure do hear his thoughts.

" Ohhh, bootie alert at 12! No, wait! Delicious curves at 4- oohh...that's a mix at 9 o'clock~!"

I see a man, woman, I think the last one is in mid transitioning but I'm not sure.

" He'll be a beautiful man, I'm 95% sure!"

" Maybe it's a 'they'... not that you can hear me."

Though I agree, they look...handsome. With a nice physique, curly shoulder lenght hair, smooth skin as if rivalling Asmos' ... and who can resist a dark biker leather jacket?!

No, stop. Don't let the mark influence you from your mission MC!

Setting the christmas gifts.

I start running in the direction of the bus station when I collide with a tall lady, her black shades falling to the ground from her beautiful light pink sweater.

My head hurts. It felt like hitting a brick wall...or Beel.

Are my only thoughts as I scramble to pick her glasses and my shopping bag. Good thing it was well packed.

"Oh my~ I'm so sorry, I didn't notice such a beautiful face in this crowd. I was retoutching my eyeliner, huhu! Let me help~"

The lady crouches down next to me. I notice from the corner of my eyes that she is also wearing a black turtle neck... and has peach coloured hair...

" Asmo?!"

Darkness. A cold hand covers my eyes while the other takes the shades from mine and exchanges them with my bags...it seems. He whispers is my ear.

" Now, now. Don't ruin the surprise! I'm just a beautiful 'lady'. Hahaha."

And with that he dissapears. Everything seems to dissapear, as soon it gets dark and I'm sitted in my couch, replaying today's event.

It felt so real... I called him a lady.

Well... I don't think Asmodeus minds.

I walk around the tree, putting down colorfully wrapped gifts. That I went purposely to markets and malls to have wrapped!

Diavolo better play Santa and give me some grimm if I ever get an invite to Devildom, I blew most of my allowances with these!

On the blue corner I have vynil disks and office supplies. Getting stuff for Lucifer is hard.

The yellow corner... is a mess of acessories like shades and wristwatches and some jackets. Mammon needs a new one.

The orange corner was the cheapest but most difficult to prepare. I wrapped most of my otaku related rarities, in Devildom at least, and put them in a pile. Levi better apreciate my figurines!

The green pile was also simple. It's actually small with my old literature books. All from great authors and all trying to escape religious judgement so Satan might find that amusing.

I don't have a red corner, just baked goods on the table and two glasses of milk in case Santa visits.

I put purple pillows, warm robes, matresses and scarves around the tree. Belphie won't lose comfort soon.

And now finishing the pink corner.

There's the perfumes, some cosmetics I really don't get but my 'chest instinct' said to go ahead and...

" I hope he likes this fluffy bunny backpack!"

I kinda wanted the bunny for myself... but I can't.

The day went on so fast... why am I even doing this? Might as well call Solomon and offer him these so he can perform his rituals. I'll just wake up tomorrow to a full room of wasted money and a mountain of calories. An empty heart.

I caress the bunny when i hear rustling on my door. Something is playing with my wreath? I pick a knife from the dinning table.

" W-who's there?! Show yourself fiend!"

" Aww, that hurts to hear MC-chan..."

From the darkness into the light walks the same person I crashed into this morning.

" You better drop that knife before someone gets hurt..."

" How...Asmo, how are you here?! Why?!!"

Tears come to my eyes. It's been a while. A long while since I've seen any of them. Since I've had slumber parties with Asmodeus, self care sessions...

He shakes his head cleaning the few teardrops away with the back of his index finger and walks to the tree, messing with the gifts.

" Tears don't suit you well. Oh, you even got something for Barbatos... I'm slightly jealous, I thought you only thought about me~"

He starts opening his gifts.

" Wait! It's not even Christmas Eve. We need to wait until midnight at least..."

As I try to explain, his taller stature hovers over me, playing with my hair and putting a mistletoe, secure in it's knots. Wait... how is he so tall? The height difference is too abnormal.

" I'm afraid the concept of time doesn't apply in dreams, MC."

" H-huh?! Wha... the day... went on really fast. So you..."

I look down slightly dissapointed. The floor starts cracking and falling. Darkness and constelations starting to form under my feet.

" Afraid not. Christmas is not really part of our traditions, haha. Even if we had a great celebration that one time Diavolo proposed we did it with the exchange students.

I like the angel."

He points to the tree top.

" Oh, that... I was thinking of Beel and Belphie when I made the decision. It's my oldest decoration. I was thinking on putting a star this year but... I got a literal gut feeling to keep the angel."

I smirk at Asmodeus as he puts an arm around my shoulders, leaning me a little closer to him. We both apreciate the flashing lights from the tree. Even if it was fake. The rest of the room crumbles away and Asmo let's go of me to pick his gifts and stuffing them inside his new backpack.

" I know he was thinking of the only person that shines as bright as us two together.

Hmm, but you haven't been taking good care of yourself, MC-chan! Remember to follow the morning routine I gave you so your skin is almost as perfect as mine!"

" I haven't been feeling like...doing much I guess. I had a lot of work this year."

" Humans are always full of work. I mean me too.

Since RAD is closed for the 'holidays', we are back to our other jobs. Things get dirty real fast, so many pests! Maybe we can actually come visit during New Year's."

After apreciating the representation if Lilith, he turns to berate me, before picking a bottle of perfurm and examining it, followed by spraying some on while making a spin as he explains his bodyguard/demon threat exterminator job.

He must have loved it because he transforms, with a smile on his face and his horns move like pincers.

" I always found your demon form the funniest."

" ...Dear, I'm fabulous."

" Hahahahaha! Ok, but if this isn't a Diavolo, Barbatos or Lucifer' scheme... is it Belphegor's? You mentioned dreams, and it explains the constelations."

I look around, darkness being drilled by the light of many tiny stars.

" I think I see taurus... and of course he had ro include pisces. Mammon is supposed to be the greedy one, this is OUR moment!"

He huffes and crosses his arms. I chuckle and pat his back.

" So, I'm asleep at the same time as Belphie."

" It's night time in both worlds. You could say I'm an intruder. I was taking my immersive nightly bath as I prepared to get into your dreams~ I hope I didn't actually fall asleep, my poor skin!"

" How did you convince him?"

I wonder as he touches his arm and the parts of revealed skin as if to feel if something was wrong with his real body.

" Oh, well...he actually wanted to see you to! I also promised to take more cute pictures of Lucifer for him. But I don't think he admires his beauty the same way I do-"

The world trembles. Belphie must be waking up. And angry...

" Oh, dear! I must have upset him. This illusion will end soon and you'll wake up in your bed as if nothing happened. I hope you don't forget me."

Asmo walks closer and caresses my face. Kissing my forehead.

It's warm. Fleeting but I can feel his gestures. Even in a dream.

I slap his hand when I feel it sliding down my back a little too far.

" Ouch! My nail...ok, ok. I'm sorry! Won't happen again~"

He apologises when making contact with my burning stare and proceeds to act innocently after.

" It better not. I... think it will be difficult to forget you. Specially now. Make sure the others know-! Ahh!!!"

Another quake and I "conveniently" fall in his arms. I'm able to see his pixie sized wings batting in excitement.

" This is a cliché."

I mumble as Asmo wraps his arms around me.

" I need to go. I'm sure we'll see each other soon. You know I'll always be here. Literally. And I do hear you, you know?"

He pokes his mark, above my heart and pouts.

" ...I know... see you soon Asmo."

I pick his hand and kiss it.

Then I wake up. It's still the middle of the night. My room is cold.

There on my window sill are two roses. One peach and one dark pink.

The End

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Special dedicatory to: @shortnessangel

and @asmoluvsyou .

Bunny Backpack comes from: https://kawaiibabe.com/products/creepy-bun-backpack

(Curiosities: The perfumes are gender neutral, I can still link you the page where I found them.

The colour of the roses have a specific meaning. I can post the pic I got it from if you want.)

[virryth]

Doctor!AU Junhui

happy carat day~ the world’s sweetest, brightest, funniest boy, hope people see the other sides of him that i do ;-;

tw// mentions of mild domestic problems

Read Doctor!AU Jihoon | More Junhui au | More SVT au

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Mascot of the pediatric ward

Loves loves loves kids

The kids love him too, Dr. Wen is literally doctor of the year if you ask any of these kids

He’s not the only doctor in the whole ward, but he’s the most loved by everyone--the kids, the parents, nurses, techs, scribes, anyone and everyone who’s ever worked with him

And he’s loved for many reasons, Junhui has a way of getting kids to tell him many things

Treating children is a gift, they can’t always say what bothers them nor answer any medical questions. Their attention span is virtually nonexistent and they’re impatient, so what Junhui is able to do is truly a talent

Pediatric doctors must know how to create a non-threatening environment (even with sharp tools laying around) and ease their patients into a relaxed and cooperative state in order to treat them

Dr. Wen excels at his job

Speaks to the kids in this calm, innocent voice that ease their minds, all the kids not only listen to but also follow his words

Ever since Junhui was transferred to the pediatric ward, the amount of complaints from patients, parents, even nurses and doctors dropped exponentially 

Bitter medicine? Dr. Wen has a way to get the kids to drink up

Homesick? He’s here to keep them company if he’s free

Everyone knows his skill is a talent, but he doesn’t think so. He’s just here because he likes children and hates seeing them in pain

The less patient there are in the ward, the happier he is, children shouldn’t be frequenting hospitals when they can spend their free time outside in the playground

Some kids get so attached to Junhui they wouldn’t go to bed if he didn’t personally come and say goodnight

One of the residents, Zhennan, brings his baby brother to work sometimes because he didn't have a babysitter, and little Haohao is so fond of Junhui he keeps leaving the playroom to ask for piggy-back rides and airplane rides from the doctor (here!)

Zhennan, sulking but trying his best to be nonchalant: he loves you more... that’s fine;; i guess

Junhui, holding Haohao on his shoulders: noooo please take him back i have to work :((

Goes to work in scrubs like all the attending doctors but,,, he looks Extra Good™ 

Obviously because of his blessed good looks, but also he just has this natural air of royalty 

wears the white coat because the kids like to dig up candies in his front pockets (he always keeps them stocked)

Hair gelled back, forehead for days, bright eyes and a beautiful heart-shaped smile that lit up the entire ward

Honestly looks so expensive some days like he’s just in scrubs but the way he carries himself speaks a whole other story

People assume he probably drives an expensive sports car and owns a million dollar mansion but then they see him crouching down on the floor ruffling a kid’s hair and pinching his cheeks and they’re like… he’s just made of good old father material

Lowkey has a fanclub in the hospital

He kept to himself and doesn’t wander to the other wards often, except to visit Jihoon from ER or Wonwoo from Psych on consultation calls, but generally he’s in the pediatric ward or walking around doing his rounds on patients

Like most hospitals, people come to the nursery all the time to see babies and ease their stress

Let’s just say that recently more people have come for purposes besides looking at babies

Dr. Wen is so careful and gentle with his hands and words that the nurses ask him to administer shots to the crybabies when they’ve run out of options, and even though it’s not really his job, he likes to help out any way he can

Smiles a lot when he’s with the kids, a whole six feet something crawling on the ground, if he must, to communicate with them 

There’s a no running policy in the hospital but the kids are an exception and so is Dr. Wen

He’s a cHILD

Will play tag with them if they asked because he wants them to spend their time like how they would in a playground with their peers

Has fallen multiple times catching kids or just plainly tripping over himself to prevent them from falling

Actually acts like a child sometimes that doctors and nurses take care of him with parental eyes

Nurse Seungkwan is always like, “doctor please don’t drop the child.”

Dr. Wen holding a kid from up top like, “don’t worry, he likes airplanes :D”

But Seungkwan knows how much Junhui treasures each and every patient, so he lets it slide...for now

It’s still a handful dealing with Junhui though poor Seungkwan someone get him a drink

You only know him from the rumors, something about a very handsome doctor from pediatric that loves playing with children, your colleagues visit that section of the hospital sometimes just to catch a glimpse of him

It’s really not your business, you were never gonna see him anyway since you work legals for the hospital, handling lawsuits and medical jurisdiction and whatnot

Until a case comes up that pertains to one of the outpatients the ER admitted

Apparently, after receiving emergency care, the patient snuck to the pediatric ward to see her son who was hospitalized at the time, but she didn’t have any visitation rights from the child’s father and thus the father sued the hospital for letting this happen

It’s a simple case and can easily be settled, but the child’s father was adamant about meeting the mother with the presence of the hospital’s legal team as well s an attending doctor, so here you both are

You thought words didn’t do Dr. Wen justice, you didn't think any doctor could look this handsome 

Isn’t there another job title for someone born with those looks? Like actor, or model?

Junhui doesn’t look thrilled to be here and he’s a little jumpy, and at first you chalked it up to him feeling nervous, but then you noticed him glancing and smiling reassuringly at the little girl beside him... he was just worried for the child’s mental state

The meeting wasn’t pretty, at one point her parents were so heated in their argument that the child visibly recoiled, Junhui had to stop the parents and asked to be excused with the child

The meeting ended in a settlement, and you thought it could have been handled better without aggravating the little girl, but it wasn’t your place to speak so you held your tongue

It wasn’t Junhui’s place either, but he got angry regardless because his first priority is his patient’s wellbeing 

You have to admit, it was a pleasant surprise compared to some of the doctors you’ve worked with who cared more about not getting sued 

You thought he was a pretty great guy

Such a pity that this would probably be the last time you see him, right?

it’s not

Out of all the people to get snowed in with on a particularly late shift, it’s Dr. Wen from pediatrics

Just your luck that none of your friends were working a shift--Mingyu from dermatology dipped at noon when he heard about the snow storm, and Vernon from ortho was chilling at home on his off day

Just your luck that you decided to go sit outside the infant wards to wait it out, running straight into Dr. Wen who just got off work

And it’s not that you’re... awkward around Junhui, there just isn’t much to talk about between you two

You’ve met up a few times for lunch since you had mutual friends and had casually moved on to a first-name base, but you never really spent time alone with him 

So you were somewhat surprised when he offered to wait with you instead of his other friends who were also snowed in

“It doesn’t look like it’ll stop soon, we might have to wait it out till morning.”

“Oh, well, at least I have company,” you smiled.

It was strange, you really don’t feel awkward with him as you usually would around others

Maybe it’s because he deals with kids, he seems so carefree and welcoming that the silence between you two is just comfortable 

or maybe his pretty smile just puts you at ease

And it’s because of this easy space that you got to know him a lot more that day

You found out he became a doctor because of his little brother 

He likes to cook sometimes, though he’s limited to basic midnight-snacks type of meals

He plays piano, and he’s admittedly more shy than he looks

He also has a really easy way to get you to open up

and his laughter is so warm

Junhui learns a lot about you, too, and the more you talk, the more you regret not having this conversation with him sooner

When you met up for lunch the next week, scribe Chan and nurse Seungkwan could visibly feel something was going on

Chan, when Jun was out of earshot: is it just me or is something different between you two? 

Seungkwan: be quiet and eat your food before Jun-hyung gets mad at you

Chan: eyyy i’ve never seen Jun-hyung get mad mad

Seungkwan: hmm you know what, I’ve worked with him for years but I haven’t seen it either

Chan: right? I mess up on my charts sometimes and would have gotten strikes if it was with another doctor, but Junnie-hyung never got mad at me

Seungkwan: I wonder how scary he is when he’s mad,,, but can such a carefree guy be upset over anything?

You: what do you mean? of course he can

Chan: 

Seungkwan:

Chan:

Seungkwan: wait--

Chan: you’ve seen it?!

Junhui, coming back to the table confused as to why Chan and Seungkwan are looking at him with their eyes wide opened: what? why are you so quiet? what did i do? D:

To think Junhui has never gotten angry at anything until his patient was put in harm’s way,,, you’re grateful to be able to see how much he cared for others. You thought he was truly kind.

Slowly, lunches turn into dinners, and your friends faded away in the background

Since your work schedule aligned on most days, you would get off work at the same time as Junhui, and it became almost routine that you go out for dinner together out of conveniency 

Then conveniences turn into plans, and soon, you were spending almost all of your free time with Junhui

You like how he sees the world through these rose-colored frames, his view so optimistic and childlike

But you also see the hardworking side of Junhui, the lack of sleep and stress he faced pulling double shifts and on-calls to make sure the kids always have someone in case of an emergency

Of course he has worries no matter how carefree he may seem, everyone does, and you’re thankful he’s learned not to shoulder every difficult thing alone, because now he shares them with you

On such days, you always bring breakfast and spend your early morning with him so he can have a little break

He gets a little defensive when you ruffle his hair, “I’m not a kid you know? I have a pretty cool image to uphold around this part of the hospital.” 

but he welcomes the comfort and warmth you bring 

he doesn’t have a cool image everyone knows he’s a kid

Junhui appreciates your every moments with him, and didn’t realized he had grown to see you as someone special until his little brother asked him one night if he has a favorite person at the hospital

the first person he thought of was you, except.. you weren’t like Wonwoo or Seungkwan or Chan or Jihoon

You’re a friend... but you’re also not

To him, you were more than that, and he felt silly it took him this long to realize

He didn’t call it a date the next time you hung out, but he held your hand for the first time (and giggled to himself afterward, thinking you didn’t see, but you did)

Then Junhui picks you up to and from work whenever he can, holding your hands in the car, holding your hands on dates, holding your hands when he introduced you to his little brother

Your lunches together was almost like a parade as everyone now knows that you’re dating Dr. Wen Junhui from pediatrics

Nothing has really changed, except Mingyu was sulky when Seungkwan and Chan proudly said they witnessed this budding relationship, and the infamously intense Dr. Lee Jihoon from ER gave you a thumbs up when you worked with him on a case

Junhui speaks highly of you to anyone he meets, and though the attention makes you a little embarrassed, you love that side of him that isn’t afraid to speak his mind

There’s a deep maturity to him that isn’t often seen until he’s ready to show it, and you’re glad to be able to see this side of him

There’s the other side of him too, the one that sneaks up on you for a warm hug, squeezes your hand in between passing, and kisses you behind closed doors

Occasionally he’d just sit with you when you come to visit, taking the time he spends with you as a break from his hectic schedule

He would lean on your shoulder for comfort and play with your hands as you tell him about your days, chatting about the future and losing count of how many cats you’ve named together

When you saw him nodding off to the soft vibration of your voice, you felt a surging sense of comfort, of familiarity that only exists in your small bubble of happiness 

Junhui feels like home, and you never want to be anywhere else

-V

Read Doctor!AU Jihoon | More Junhui au | More SVT au 

[ducktracy]

119. i wanna play house (1936)

release date: january 11th, 1936

series: merrie melodies

director: friz freleng

starring: bernice hansen (bear cubs), billy bletcher (papa bear)

the first cartoon to use the trademark rings, as well as the first cartoons to use the cursive “that’s all folks!” sign off! i promise i include the title cards for a reason, some of them have some GREAT art—we’re ever so slowly moving away from the black backgrounds. this is a plus! the first cartoon of 1936, hard to believe that we’re in the second half of the 30s already! as i mentioned in the previous review, a great deal of change will come upon us. frank tashlin and carl stalling make their debuts, jack king leaves the studio, porky sees a rise in popularity (whereas beans has has 15 minutes of fame)... a year where the looniness of looney tunes really starts to break through. next year will be even better! for now, two bear cubs engage in a game of hide and seek, yet things quickly turn sour when one of the curious cubs investigates a bottle of cider.

two bears frolic with each other while their ever so watchful father sleeps. their scrappy fighting turns into a literal, playful fistfight—a fun progression and set up. the black bear hits his grizzly bear twin a tad too hard, and runs away giddily as the angry grizzly chases him. suddenly, the black bear is distracted by a turtle moseying along. inquisitive, the black bear sniffs at the turtle. eventually, the turtle is fed up with its interrogation and bites the bear right on the nose, sending the cub running in pain.

the grizzly bear spots the black bear clutching his nose and laughs. paybacks are hell. fed up, the black bear hurls a rock at the grizzly, who ducks. instead, the rock pegs the hibernating father, snapping awake and lumbers over to his children. both cubs accuse the other, making it impossible to find the perpetrator. slightly gross yet amusing as the papa bear spits into his hand, smacking his palm. the spit lands next to the grizzly bear, and thus the father hones in on him, a callback to the harman-ising days as he pulls down the grizzly’s “butt flap” and gives him a few good spanks.

feeling slightly guilty, the black bear saunters away so as not to watch the punishment unfold. the grizzly eventually joins his sibling, clutching his butt in pain. a great, quick little indicator of personality as the black bear flashes the guiltiest shit eating grin. all rivalry is dissolved once the black bear offers up a game of hide and seek.

as the grizzly counts off, the black bear gallops away. he stumbles across an overlook, towering right over an unoccupied wagon. the perfect hiding place. the curious cub slides down a birch tree, another harman-ising callback as the bear’s body slides in and out, conveniently hitting some branches. the animation comes off as rather mechanical and forced and lacks the momentum that was provided during the harman-ising days—it looks even stiffer than something you may have seen as early as 1930 or 1931 in a bosko cartoon.

the cub tentatively creeps into the wagon. inside, he’s greeted with a cozy array of furniture: a welcoming, fully stocked picnic table, even a stove and some bunk beds. the curious cub instantly takes kindly to the array of food, preparing to indulge. he fixes himself a sandwich while the other grizzly bear remains counting (“503, 504...”). a lovely gag as the hungry cub literally places his towering sandwich in a compress, so as to fit it just right into his mouth.

after taking a few hungry bites of the sandwich, the cub finds a bottle of cider. unaware of its alcoholic contents, the bear happily takes a few swigs too many and instantly becomes inebriated.

i know i always rave about how good bernice hansen’s baby voice is, but it’s phenomenal. this scene it REALLY bursts out into its full hilarious potential. the poor grizzly cub is STILL counting, working up a sweat as he pants “fifteen thousand nine ten... fifteen thousand nine eleven...! fifteen thousand nine eleven! fifteen thousand nine twelve...!” hansen is practically shouting, and the repeated 15,911 is fantastic. her delivery is spot on. it’s hilarious and instantly believable.

meanwhile, the little black cub is obviously drunk, hiccuping and giggling repeatedly. the grizzly cub reaches the millions in his counting, and finally realizes that any intentions of hide and go seek have been thrown out the window. he marches along furiously, ready to find his brother and give him a good talking to.

now, the black cub stands in front of a mirror, fancying himself a green fedora (from, of course, my green fedora). a hiccup sends the hat flying off his head and right onto his butt, much to his drunken confusion. another hiccup sends the hat back into place on his head. thus launches a drunken rendition of “i wanna play house” (albeit with substitute lyrics), the bear doing the same moves as peter did in my green fedora. bernice hansen’s delivery is once more to be commended. the song is obnoxious, yet still cute and hilarious. i especially love the closeup of the bear hiccuping and looking around, covering his mouth and muttering “oh my...” knowingly. even he knows he’s trashed.

finally, the grizzly bear approaches the black bear’s hiding spot, bursting into the wagon. he spots his inebriated sibling, and a tomato to the head interrupts the cub’s drunken performance. the black bear confronts the grizzly bear, and friz freleng’s comedic timing is absolutely IMPECCABLE as they stand still for just a moment, suspended in tension... and all of the sudden they go at it with absolutely no warning whatsoever, a hilarious barrage of slapping sound effects complimenting their erratic tussle. probably one of the funniest scenes i’ve seen so far in this entire adventure.

their scrap moves towards a lever, and the black bear decks the grizzly bear hard enough to send him flying into the lever. the lever turns, and thus the brakes are lifted from the wheels as the wagon slowly crawls forward, gaining speed. the wrestling match is put on hold as the bears peer out the back door of the wagon, realizing they’re stranded on an out of control wagon.

another scene that feels very close to the harman-ising days, animation of the wagon squealing around twists and turns as the cubs hang on for dear life. another callback as the wagon shreds the leaves off of multiple trees (like in bosko’s fox hunt and many others). the bears run around helplessly, panicking at their undecided fate. they both spot the brakes and team up to pull the lever.

great gag of the wheels shrinking in size, becoming smaller and smaller as the brakes work their magic. the shanghaied wagon is put to a halt once and for all after it crashes into a tree, ejecting both bears.

the cider bottle is amongst the debris showering down upon the cubs, and it conks the grizzly bear right in the head. now he, too, becomes trapped in a daze (moreso a concussion, though it could be interpreted as the strange physics present in bosko cartoons where a character would become inebriated on impact if hit with an alcohol bottle). conveniently, the wagon crashed right near the bears’ home, in reach for the father to come rushing to the scene. he spots his son wobbling around and tripping over himself, and then identifies the bottle of cider. a few sniffs confirm his suspicions, and, once more, he undoes the cub’s “butt flap” and gives him a beating. the black cub strides away, whistling “i wanna play house” innocently as ever. the grizzly cub lobs a rock at his sibling, and iris out as the black bear stares back in pained awe.

bernice hansen’s vocals totally make this cartoon, and i don’t think it would have nearly been as effective if it were someone else. her baby voice shines abd makes this cartoon absolutely hilarious. the animation is better in some parts than others (the black bear sliding down the birch tree comes off as particularly stiff), and in all the designs are nothing to write home about, but it doesn’t necessarily feel sloppy either. a lot of callbacks to the harman-ising days, too, which is a nice touch. a relatively decent freleng cartoon. definitely worth a watch just to listen to hansen’s voice.

link!

[cherrymoonvol6]

some avengers endgame Thoughts cause i saw the movie yesterday and can't stop thinking about it

of course..... spoilers ahead

nebula and tony playing!!!! i just love how nebula's personality comes through without it being ooc

also... nebula carefully sitting tony up. she Cares so much :(

steve immediately going to tony :( like im a stucky kind of gal but holy shit i love them

which was completely erased in the next scene where tony drags steve up and down and after that passes out, which is a confrontation Mood

i wonder how they made tony look so skinny and sick. if it was cgi then i applaud them cause it looked so good

the way they killed thanos so fucking quickly here... i don't know how to feel lmao. like cutting the gauntlet arm and then slicing his neck... that's what we were all screaming at them during infinity war. it's good to see them learn from their mistakes, i guess ?

(can't remember the order in which things happen from now so forgive me if i make a mistake)

i told my sister "that's one of the russos!!!!!" so it took me ten seconds to realize that the russo was the gay character everyone was talking about (i thought it would be fury for no other reason than it being shocking and fury having very little to do with the plot, but)

and steve being supportive of that :( man out of time said gay rights!

carol's new hair!! holy shit!!!!!

rocket insinuating carol has been experimenting with more hairstyles... i would like to see it

don't think i missed that carol x rhodey nod. i support it.

don't wanna say it now... for now ill just state: i love what they're doing with natasha in the movie. she truly feels like a friend to steve. like that small gesture of her sliding the plate towards steve is just so domestic and beautiful! it really makes her feel so human and complex at the end. i was so worried about her being wasted but i loved her throughout the film

it was a fucking rat who got scott out. i have to laugh.

also is that the guy from that old "gayyyyy" meme????

cassie is all grown up!!!!!! i can't even imagine how hard it had been for her

also what happened to her mom? and the stepdad??? are they fine????? i hope so

i was hoping we would get more tony as a dad in this movie and it delivered!! tony is so fucking good with kids. the bond between him and morgan was so well portrayed

also the place they live in is so cozy and that's what he deserves

when steve stepped down the car in that black outfit with the leather jacket on i gasped... he's fucking gorgeous

i kept wanting him and tony to kiss lmao tf is wrong with me

OKAY my hawkeye rights. i missed him so much

the stylish subtitles on the middle of the screen felt like too much. this isn't a tumblr gifset honey, just write them down!

thinking about the whole clintasha conversation really foreshadows the whole thing. natasha cares so deeply about clint and really puts his needs before hers. it's so beautiful to see

honestly... my clintasha rights!

i think the hulk/bruce scene was kinda endearing but then the ant man banter dragged on for toooo long

the dab i YELLED. these poor kids have to stand this man on 2023 pulling out 2016 trends to appear Hip and Cool

fat thor...... i hate how it was handled. hate it so fucking much.

new asgard! that's so cute. i hope that's on norway

miek and korg are alive!!!!

the thought of thor insulting a possibly 14 year old on fortnight is too much for me. it sounds like bad fanon talk. i still laughed (bc noobmaster69??? that's fucking hilarious)

tonys reaction to i love you 3000 is so beautiful. like the way he looks taken aback and so happy. i love irondad

steve in a white shirt and jeans!!!! i gasped again. he's delivering, the fucking model

i know they were like, barely being decent to each other again, but i still wanted my stony hug:(

when they're discussing their infinity stones memories and natasha and tony are laying down together on a table???? adorable. amazing.

also why tf didn't nebula said the soul stone required a sacrifice??? i thought that's what she got from gamora dying in volmir

as soon as natasha and clint arrived to volmir i began chanting "nonononononononono"

fuckkdjdksndk fucking nebula. cue to more nononono chanting

rhodey knocking out quill with a single hit is the funniest scene in the movie

clintasha calling on bullshit on the sacrifice thing was also quite funny

the forehead touch :((( im so weak! so sad!

clintasha literally fighting each other to be each other's sacrifice!!!! kill me now!!!!

jeez now i can finally say it: scarjo shined so fucking much on this movie!!!! her delivery was amazing, i really felt a connection between her and the avengers, it really showed her growth during the five year time jump. she fucking killed it. she did her best and she's the best black widow we could've ever gotten.

clint mourning her :((((( probably the third time i cried during the movie

thor's panic attack being used for cheap laughs was the most uncomfortable moment for me... or any scene where people only saw thor as Fat and Lazy (basically, two thirds of the movie)

the freya + thor reunion was so sweet though!

okay. okay. hear me out. tony was on a very serious mission to regain an infinity stone. and the first thing he does is check out steve's ass. and aknowledge how glorious it is. i couldn't believe what i was watching!!!!!! like that actually fucking happened. consider me a fully formed stony bitch.

and scott joining in to say it was "america's ass" ???? poetic cinema

so it's canon that everyone checks out steve's ass and appreciates it as a national treasure. that's all i never thought id needed.

steve saying "hail hydra" i YELLED. it was a nice nod to the whole "cap is a nazi" mess

and steve fighting himself... hot

using his bucky trauma to shock himself is :/// but also :((((

i loved that for one moment i knew everyone on the theatre was staring at steve's ass

and steve being appreciative of his own butt!!!! ok that's all i have to say about steve's ass

i loved the reminder that thor was still kinda goofy back in avengers 1, for everyone who says taika completely changed his character. and the little tony + thor moment was adorable

"howard..... potts" i can understand tony being a mess but how did howard not suspect of anything??? elevator lady took one look of steve's face and all of her alarms started ringing

peggy carter... ive missed my wife so much

did peggy marry souza. i hope she did. steve tf are you doing staring at a married woman (jk)

clint kicking the stones away as soon as bruce is done with the snap is the biggest mood

also... the hell was scott looking at that made him think it had worked? just... more birds outside? i was really curious

the irony of the only avenger without superpowers being left with the stones

"i know you" *hands out stones* how can you not love clint, he's so pure

nebula killing his 2014 self is a power move. that would be me if i met my 2014 self

thor with a braided beard!!!!! beautiful

thanos is like, a real threat and i love that

okay. i kinda saw it coming. i saw thor leave mjolnir behind and i thought "oh????". and then the shock of thanos being able to wield stormbreaker. and then fucking mjolnir moving!!!!! i was the only person in the theatre who yelled

but seriously!!!! steve wielding AND fighting with mjolnir!!!!! couldn't stop thinking about it all day!!!!!!!!! STEVE IS WORTHY!!!!!!!

parallels to thor going for the chest. it never works babies!

and just.... this was steve's moment. steve i-can-do-this-all-day rogers really fighting with every ounce of his body and soul against the most powerful being on earth. justice for him getting knocked after touching thanos for one second in iw!

and steve getting up again! all dirty and wounded!! trembling with exhaustuation and resolution!!! with his broken shield on his arm!!!! just him facing the biggest army of the universe!!!!! so powerful

sorry to destroy this epic moment, but like, okay. people had been reintegrated to life like, twenty minutes before. and i understand that they were all confused and out of place. but sam really needed ALL that time to just... try to communicate with steve????? ok

the "avengers..." *brings mjolnir with one hand while bracing his shield with the other* "assemble" moment was... oh my God. chills all over my body.

that One Moment where steve has stormbreaker on his hand... so fucking hot

the tony and peter reunion holy shit. the hug was everything i needed! like please just hug tony stark for ages

and tony and pepper fighting together!!! that's a power couple right there

i felt it when quill looked at gamora and just... stopped. im so sad his moment was played for laughs when it was obviously such an important moment for his character

thanos was so fucking scared of wanda that he put his own troops at risk to stop her for a little while. strongest avenger right there!

and carol coming back!!!! i was like

i felt so relieved at that point. i was like "yeah thanos is fucking over what's next"

no need to talk about all the women coming together to defend peter :')

thanos getting the gauntlet again... the nonono chanting came back

fucking CAROL trying to stop him. looking at him with such a determined face, like "you can't stop me from stopping you". it was so powerful he had to snatch one stone to stop her

and strange giving him the one finger to tony.... i knew what was coming holy shit. i knew it. they knew it.

tony really proved himself there. it was his best scene on the entire mcu, don't argue with me!!!!!! the way he stood there and took all the power of the stones, unmasked, unaffected, powerful and almighty

"i am... iron man" cue to ugly sobbing

tony knew there was no other way. pepper did, too... she knew exactly what she had to tell him. she was right. tony spent all of these years moved by selfishness first, then fear, then guilt. an endless battle since thanos was on his head. but the war was over. what mattered was that he saved everyone, and he sacrificed himself for everyone. a complete 180° from last movie's ending.... wow

gotta said... peter there felt a little bit out of place for me. i think it would've been more powerful if he didn't say anything, though peter is a teenager, i can get it

his arc with steve felt unfinished, too. i would've liked to see steve's reaction as well, since tony had told him he wanted everyone back and also for his family so survive. but whatever

im not against tony killing thanos instead of gamora and nebula but i would've liked if we saw them react to his death, at least:/ like a little parallel between nebula's reaction at the beginning and the end of endgame

the One stucky interaction here was pulled from cap1 and iw. i feel betrayed

bucky Knew what steve was going to do. i wonder if steve told him before or bucky just sensed it

you can't convince me steve would go back and carelessly dance with peggy knowing his friend is being used like a weapon by hydra and bound to kill tonys parents. nah nah. it all felt wrong

my steggy rights!!!

love that the russos foreshadowed cap!bucky on tws just to give the shield to sam at the end

anyways what the fuck bucky was all steve had but he lived the happiest life without it and left him alone on the 21st century? okay fuck y'all

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel for Sam Winchester) - Chapter 16

Summary:  You’ve just opened an occult bookstore in Lebanon, Kansas, when you fall for a tall, handsome customer…literally. You soon find out that there’s more to the world than you ever suspected, including you. Discovering your heritage puts you directly in a witch’s crosshairs, though, so the Winchesters offer to take you in and teach you how to protect yourself. As you discover your own family history with the supernatural and your own hidden talents, you can’t help but wish a certain brother was as excited about your interest as you are.

Total length: 43 chapters, 70,247 words - Read on AO3 - Series masterlist

Chapter word count: 2335 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level angst and violence

Sam

Spending the day translating Lloyd’s journal seemed far more interesting, if more productive, than trying to find a way to take out Rowena. At least, that’s what Sam convinced himself. He could translate the journals quickly, getting them off his mental to-do list, and then work on the slow and frustrating task of finding a way to kill the woman Y/N called The Queen Mum of Hell. He cracked a smile at the thought. Not only was she pretty, but she was funny, and caring, too. Sam closed his eyes for a moment and heard her laughter from the night before when Cas was doing his experiment. God, it was beautiful. He had held onto her hand, and never wanted to let it go as he had watched the different emotions pass through her. Sam shook his head to clear it. Back to translating. Get the journals done. Y/N will like being able to read these. Sam imagined her smile when he handed her the finished product. Stop it. You’re just getting the easiest job off of your to-do list. Her smile has nothing to do with it.

Sam went back to translating. He was almost at the end of the first journal. Lloyd had found a psychic who had helped him get started on learning how to protect his family from the supernatural. Sam kept working, until he got to the end of the journal, then re-read the last few lines. Sam paused, shook his head, and then read them again. Sam gave Cas a quick call and verified his translations were true, and then headed to the workout room to find Y/N.

Sam wondered how far Y/N had gotten in her training today. Getting her trained up and able to defend herself was extremely important so she could go back to living a normal life. As he got close to the workout room, he heard Dean telling a story about Crowley, and then laughter. As much as he loved the sound of both of them laughing, there hadn’t been any laughter in the bunker in far too long, he wondered why they weren’t training. Wasn’t getting her ready most important?

He entered the room and the laughter died away. Y/N turned toward him with a smile that simultaneously made him warm and broke his heart.

“Hey, Sam.” Sam finally managed a weak smile.

“Hey, guys, I thought you were training?” Sam looked at Dean pointedly, and Dean shrugged.

“She knows how to throw a punch without breaking her hand, and she hit the targets more often than not with the smaller guns downstairs. I figure it’s a good first day, so we’re taking a break. I was just telling her about that time Crowley was trying to steal candy from the vending machine and I yelled at him.” Dean smirked and stifled a chuckle, but all Sam could muster was a huff.

“Well, I got to the end of the first journal, and I found something interesting that I thought Y/N should know.” Sam sighed and sat down next to Y/N and faced her. “Apparently, Lloyd suspected your grandmother was a witch. Now, I checked with Cas on the translation, just to make sure I didn’t get my negatives doubled or something, but it looks like if she was a witch, she wasn’t practicing. He suspected her of ‘pushing’ people with her mind, sometimes, though. He said she’s very good at reading people, and she’s the most persuasive person he’s ever known, to the point that it’s unnatural. I haven’t gotten past this, but it sounds to me like you got your gift from your grandmother, and there might be more that you can do that you don’t know about, yet.” Sam stopped talking when he realized Y/N was giggling.

“I’m so sorry, Sam, but that is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!” Y/N was openly laughing, now. Sam felt his stomach sink as he watched her laughing at him. When she finally controlled herself, she put a hand on Sam’s arm and smiled at him. “I’m not laughing at you, or your translation, so please, stop whatever it is that’s causing that sour feeling you’re sending to me.” Sam sat upright and tried to contain his feelings. “I’m laughing because my uncle was a paranoid dingbat sometimes. I mean, now that I know that supernatural stuff is out there, maybe he wasn’t so much of a dingbat, but he had his moments. He always thought the electric company was somehow cheating him, and he questioned the bank about every interest payment. Even if it wasn’t about money, if he somehow didn’t get his way, I’d have to listen to a tirade about how everyone somehow cheated the system except for him. The neighbors had prettier yards because they slipped a little something extra to the gardener, or the mechanic always took a day longer to fix his car than he did to fix anyone else’s. I don’t know what made him that way, but he turned away a lot of women who had eyes for him because of it.” Dean was grinning at Y/N while he watched her giggle, and Sam tried not to think about the soft look on Dean’s face.

“Your uncle sounds like a real joy to live with, Y/N.” Dean chuckled as he smiled at her. “That doesn’t necessarily mean he was wrong about your grandmother, though. Sam’s only at the end of the first journal. Who knows what proof your uncle may have found later on?” Y/N smiled at Dean while Sam did his level best to contain his feelings about it.

“I remember my grandmother, even though she died when I was still little, and I just don’t see it. She was the kindest woman I ever knew. She never lost her temper. She was persuasive, yes. She’d put her hand on your arm or something, look you in the eye, and gently tell you all the reasons she was right. She did it to me a couple of times, but you still can’t convince me she was a witch.” Y/N smiled and turned to Sam, making him concentrate extra hard to contain his feelings. “But, I’ll wait until you finish your translating before I make a final judgement on my uncle’s fear.” Sam tried to muster a smile.

“You know, hunters have used psychics for all kinds of things, and I bet the Men of Letters did, too. It wouldn’t surprise me if your grandparents met that way, but it was a big family secret, just like everything else.” Dean raised his eyebrows when he made the suggestion and Sam watched Y/N consider Dean’s words.

“Well, in that case, maybe you’re right. Either way, I’d rather wait and see if Uncle Lloyd wrote any more about it.” Y/N paused, thinking. “If she did, wouldn’t there be a record of it somewhere here in the bunker? I mean, if she worked with them and with hunters, she’d be mentioned somewhere here, right?” Sam nodded, and Y/N rested a hand on his arm. “Then, how about after I get cleaned up, you show me where I can start looking through records and that will be my project when I’m not training with Dean?” With Y/N’s eyes on him, Sam got strangely flustered, so just nodded.

“Y-Yeah.” Sam cleared his throat. “That sounds good.” Sam got up and started to head towards the door. “Well, I’m going to get back to it. One down and four to go.” Sam headed back to the library and flopped into a chair. He sighed, and then put his head down in his arms. Controlling whatever feelings he was putting out was difficult. And Y/N had called it sour. He was going to have to learn how to box up his emotions when he was around her. Sam’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard one of the chairs next to him slide across the floor. He looked up to see Cas taking a seat.

“Hey, Cas. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Hello, Sam. Sorry if I startled you. You looked like you were resting. Want me to work on the journals for a while so you can take a break?” Sam inched the journal in his hands closer to himself. For reasons he wouldn’t admit to even himself, he wanted to be the one to do the translating. Considering Y/N’s reaction to his translations so far, maybe he should have Cas check his work when he’s done, though.

“No, that’s okay. But thanks for offering. Maybe you can help me with something else, though?”

Cas tilted his head to the side a little and said, “How can I be of assistance?”

“Y/N and I were just talking, and she had to ask me to control whatever it was I was feeling because it felt sour to her. We had a misunderstanding, and I guess my frustration or whatever seeped out and she caught it.” Sam glanced down at his hands for a moment, then looked back up at Cas. “I mean, if she’s affected by everything that everyone else feels, that’s got to be exhausting for her. Is there any way to control what comes out of me so she can’t feel every little thing?” Cas nodded.

“I can try to teach you to put up a wall, of sorts, if you’d like.”

“That’d be great, Cas.”

“Okay, then. Close your eyes and imagine a place where you are happy and safe. If you were Dean, I’d suggest the Impala. For me, it’s a garden. It’s better if it’s a real place, just for the ease of imagining it. Do you have a place in mind?”

Sam nodded. When he was at Stanford, there was a room in the library where he loved to go and study. It was filled with books, of course, but it was quiet, and away from everything else. Oddly enough, it was the mythology section, which didn’t get a lot of use, so it was rare to find other people there. Sam pictured the room as he remembered it and smiled.

“Can you describe it to me?”

“It’s a room that was in the library at Stanford. So, bookcases, books, and a table to sit at.” Sam tried to picture little details of the room like the painting on the wall and the feel of the table underneath his fingertips. Cas interrupted his thought.

“Good. I can work with that. Now picture that each book is a feeling of yours. I want you to put each book away on the shelves, and then leave the room, shutting the door behind you.” Sam pictured a book with “JOY” written on the cover, and put it on the shelf. He did the same with “GRIEF,” “DUTY,” “FEAR,” and “ANGER,” though those books were larger. He turned around in his little room and was surprised to find a book titled “JESS” lying on the table. Jess wasn’t a feeling. Jess was…Jess. Sam sighed. He carefully shelved the book between “JOY” and “GRIEF.” He turned around, and found a thick tome that looked like a world atlas on steroids sitting on the table. “GUILT.” Yeah, that figures. It took him two tries, but he was finally able to pick up the book, and he found a shelf built exactly for it in a corner shelf underneath where the globe sat. He checked the table one last time, and saw the last book, “LOVE.” Part of him wanted to flip through that one, but now wasn’t the time. He shelved the book on the innermost part of the shelf, next to “JOY.” If anyone were to run into this room and grab the first books they could reach, “LOVE” would still be safely hidden away for a long time. Sam looked over the room again, and then walked out, shutting the door behind him. For safe measure, he turned around and faced the door, turning a key in the lock and putting it in his pocket. As his mind’s eye walked away from the door, Sam opened his eyes and looked at Cas.

“Did I do it right?” Cas peered at him, and his mind’s eye saw the door to his room rattle. The lock held, though, and Sam smiled. Cas nodded, but didn’t smile.

“Yes, Sam. I think you did. I’m not getting anything off of you right now. I believe that will hold up against Y/N’s gift, as long as she doesn’t invasively try to sense anything. I wouldn’t suggest keeping the room locked when you’re alone, though. Let the room air out, as it were, whenever you can, or it will become less effective. Just use it when you need to.” Sam nodded at Cas.

“Thanks, man. Hopefully that will keep me from bothering her again.” Sam pushed the first journal over to Cas, along with his translations, and started discussing some of the trickier phrases with the angel. A few minutes later, Y/N came in and sat down across the table from them. Sam checked his mental library room, found a stray book titled “FRUSTRATION” sitting on a shelf outside the door, chucked the book inside the room, and slammed the door shut. With everything locked away, he smiled easily at Y/N.

“Hey, guys. Sam, if you’ve got a minute to show me where the files are, I can get started on them.” Y/N smiled at Sam, and Sam noted with relief the lack of response his body gave. No heartbeats skipped; no flushing in his face. This little exercise might help more than just Y/N. Sam got up and led Y/N into one of the records rooms. He pointed out boxes and file cabinets, and told her if she needed any help moving anything, to come and get him. As he walked back to the library, Sam congratulated himself on finally being able to interact with Y/N without having a million feelings trip him up.

[purplebenjy]

1997 Part Three

Ollie starts kissing his neck and Benjy drops his controller. He laughs when his boyfriend picks it up and places it in his hand.

“Keep playing.”

Benjy sticks out his lower lip “but I wanna kiss you.”

Ollie smiles at him and tugs at the back of Benjy’s white tank top, pulling it over his head and pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

“You can kiss me in a minute. I wanna see how long you can last playing the game with me distracting you.”

A thrill shoots through Benjy at that, Ollie’s light eyes suddenly quite dark.

“Um, okay...”

He hits start, and when his screen pulls up the beginning of the level, Ollie starts too. He settles on his knees between Benjy’s legs, kissing down his chest.

“You’re killing me.

Ollie laughs. “You’re so dramatic.”

Benjy watches as Mario flashes twice before falling off the screen.

“I mean literally. In the game.”

They both laugh but Benjy’s turns into a gasp as Ollie presses a kiss just above the top of his jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“Eyes on the screen, Fenwick.”

Benjy groans slightly but does what he’s told, his hands tightening on the controls when Ollie undos his jeans and presses a kiss to his erection over his boxers.

“Jesus Christ.”

His voice is too loud, it echoes in his room. Ollie pauses.

“You’ve got to be quiet, Benj. Unless you don’t want me to do this?”

“I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quiet. Please don’t stop-“

Ollie smirks at him from his position between his legs. It’s the hottest thing Benjy has ever seen.

“I wont stop if you don’t stop. Keep playing.”

Benjy takes a hand and cups the back of Ollie’s head for a minute, takes a breath, and turns his attention to the screen. Ollie keeps kissing him over his underwear, and Benjy heats him chuckle softly when he grows harder at the attention. Benjy lifts up his hips when Ollie starts tugging at his boxers and soon enough he’s naked, playing fucking Super Mario, and trying not to come right there.

“You get to the checkpoint yet?”

“Uh...yeah?” Benjy says, his voice shaking with lust. Without warning, Ollie licks a stripe up Benjy’s shaft, making him moan.

“Ollie...please-“

He whines before he can stop himself, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the screen. Ollie laughs softly.

“Did you just whine?”

“Um...no?”

“God that was hot. You’re so fucking hot, Benjy.”

A noise of need escapes him but he falls totally silent when Ollies lips close around the head of his cock.

“Oh my god-“

He tries to keep playing, his hands shaking so badly the control can’t keep still. Ollie lets out a breath close to a laugh and his hand catches Benjy’s wrist, gently pushing the controller away. It clatters you the floor loudly, but Benjy doesn’t even notice. His hands fist in Ollie’s hair and Benjy forces himself to keep his eyes open so he can take it all in. Ollie’s breath is hot and wet and his mouth feels so perfect-Benjy doesn’t last long. He watches in disbelief as Ollie swallows his cum and collapses against Benjy’s legs. Benjy flops backwards onto the bed, spent and soon enough he feels Ollie get on the bed with him too. “I didn’t last long”

Ollie picks up his hand and kisses his knuckles.

“That’s okay.”

“I meant in the game.”

Ollie laughs and Benjy lolls his head to the side to smile at him.

“That’s okay too.”

Ollie looks so beautiful just then that Benjy almost wants to cry. His hair is framed perfectly by the dark green of Benjy’s comforter, his smile coming to him easy. His smile that’s just for Benjy. He’s not in love with him, but for the first time, Benjy wonders if he could be some day.

“I’m nicer than you.” Benjy says, sitting up on his elbows. Ollie’s smile clouds with confusion.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

Benjy slides off of the bed onto his knees.

“Cause I’m gonna blow you and I’m not gonna play games.”

Ollie’s laugh seems to get stuck in his throat as Benjy starts undoing his pants.

~

“Ollie did the FUNNIEST thing yesterday-“

“You never shut up about that kid.” Curt says, cutting Benjy off. “You a fruit for him or something?”

It’s Sunday, which means all of his siblings are there to witness Benjy turn bright red.

“No-“

“You never shut up about him. It’s kind of f*ggy isn’t it? You’ve got a crush, sounds like.”

“Hey man, fuck you.” Robbie says, almost spitting at their step dad, before Benjy can get another word in.

“He was in the middle of a story.”

“Robbie-“ Suki says, her voice dangerous.

“Ma, I’m not gonna let this dipshit you married disrespect my brother like that.”

“Robbie, cool it on the swearing maybe?” Jules says, her hands over Izzie’s ears. She catches Benjy’s eyes and smiles at him.

“What was funny, Benj?”

“Forget it.” He says, looking down at his plate. He feels Mack hit him with her foot but he doesn’t say anything.

“Ma, I dont understand why you got married again.” Leo pipes up, his mouth full of potatoes.

“I wont be disrespected in my own house!” Curt says, his pale skin flushing with anger. Drew laughs, nudging Robbie. “His house, you hear that? Hilarious.”

“Enough!” Suki shouts, causing everyone at the table to turn to her in surprise. She never raised her voice.

“Curt is my husband, and as long as you are in MY home, you will treat him with respect.

“That’s the thing Ma, I don’t exactly respect him.”

“Then you can get the hell out of my house, Robert Muhammad.”

The anger in their mother’s face is unnervingly palpable. Robbie sucks his head, his voice low.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”

“He was picking on Benjy.” Mack speaks for the first time that night. Her hair has purple in it on the bottom, Benjy just noticed. “You never would’ve let that happen before. You wouldn’t let anyone treat us like that. Not before him.”

“Mackenzie-“

His sister pushes her chair back so violently it falls over, her fork clatters onto the plate and she stomps off down the hallway towards the back door.

“I’ll go.” Benjy says, setting her chair upright and following before anyone else can say anything. He walks out onto the back patio and sees his sister sitting beside the pool, her head in her hands. Benjy rolls up the legs of his skinny jeans and crosses the yard, sticking his feet in as he sits beside her. Wordlessly, Mack puts her head on his shoulder.

“I miss dad.”

Benjy hears the tears in her voice without even needing to look at her.

“I know.”

“You don’t, Bb-“ BB standing for Baby Brother, a nickname he’d only recently grown to like. Usually.

He inches away from her, hurt filling him suddenly.

“Just because I dont remember him doesn’t mean I dont miss him! Do you have any idea what it’s like? Living with fucking Curt? It makes me miss Dad so much cause like-I can almost see what it would’ve been like. But it’s not. Not even close. He’s such a dick. And you all treat me like I’m a stupid baby who can’t stand up for myself or-“

“Hey.” His sister turns to him and takes one of his closed fists in her hands. She rubs on the back of his palm until he starts to relax, just like she used to when they were little kids.

“You’re right Benj. I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me. I wish he was he here. God. He loved us all so much. You look like him the most I think. He would’ve loved that. He always used to joke that we were all Mom’s clones.”

Benjy smiles slightly, turning so he’s the one resting against his sister. He kicks his feet slightly and makes waves in the pool.

“You can come live with me.”

Benjy snorts. “Funny.”

He glances over at his sister and sees how serious her expression is.

“Mack. You live in a studio apartment.”

“We could make it work.”

“How would I get to school?”

“I could drive you.”

He thinks about it. He lets himself picture it. They’d drive each other nuts, but they’d have a lot of fun. He lets it go.

“I dont want to leave mom alone with him.”

“It’s that bad?”

Benjy shrugs. “I mean they fight constantly? About a bunch of different shit. It’s never gotten you know, physical-“

“I don’t think he’d still be alive if it did.” Mack says with a laugh. “Mom isn’t one of those weak people who stays with someone who hits her.”

Neither of them know it yet, but in a few years, Benjy will play this sentiment over and over in his head. It’ll be the reason he keeps his first ever secret from his sister. Now though, Benjy decides Mack can be the one to know the truth.

“He was right though.”

“Who?”

“Curt. I uh, have a crush on Ollie.”

Mack tucks some of his hair behind his free ear.

“Yeah? Are you...are you gay?”

“Nah.” Benjy sits up to look at her. Her expression is soft but hard to read.

“I’m bisexual. But uh, even though I like girls still I...I think I like boys more?”

He hadn’t told anyone that part. Mack takes his hand and squeezes it.

“Whoever you like is okay as long as they’re nice to you. Do you think Ollie likes you back?”

“Well he gave me a blowjob yesterday so I’m thinking yes?”

“Ew!”

Mack laughs and smacks his shoulder. “Don’t tell me that! You’re like, eight still. You don’t know what blowjobs are.”

“Hmm except I knew what they were then too cause I heard Robbie and Drew talking about if they thought Drew Barrymore would give good ones.”

“Oh my god.”

“He’s my boyfriend, Mack. I mean, as much as he can be with me not uh, telling anyone.”

His sister raises her eyebrows. “Mom doesn’t know?”

Benjy shakes his head. “No uh, I dont want to be the subject of more fights with her and Curt. And uh...”

He didn’t wanna lose his mom too. He’s too afraid to say it. Even to Mack.

“I’m just not ready.”

“So I’m the first person you’ve told?”

“Yeah-“

His sister pulls him into a bone crushing hug, her feet knocking against his in the water.

“I’m so proud of you, BB.”

Benjy squirms out of her grasp and fixes his hair.

“Thanks? I mean, I didnt like, decide this or anything.”

“I know. So what was this funny thing your boyfriend did the other day?”

Benjy feels warmth spread through him at Mack’s easy acceptance. At how she doesn’t even have to tell him that she’ll keep his secret. At how she’s still got her hand over his as she looks at him, waiting to hear his story.

“He uh, used both of our skateboards like skis and made me push him around the park.”

“Jesus. He sounds perfect for you.”

~

“Benjy!” Ollie waves him over from his car on the street. Instead of skating into the park, Benjy skates up along side him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They look each other up and down. Benjy lets himself imagine a time in the future where he could greet him with a kiss.

“You up for an adventure today, Fenwick?

Benjy’s face breaks into a wide grin.

“Always.”

They chat about nothing and everything as Ollie drives them to their mystery destination. Benjy sings along terribly to Nirvana and makes Ollie laugh. As they get closer to the ocean, Benjy’s curiosity gets the best of him.

“Where are we going?”

“We’ve never been on a real date.” Ollie says as he slows at a stop light. “Thought I’d change that with the beach.”

Benjy’s heart stops. A date at the beach. Out in the open. Where people can see them together. Where people can see them together and start talking. Where they’re out in the open.

“Ollie-“

“It doesn’t have to be the beach, we can go anywhere really-“

“I can’t.”

As Benjy says that, they pull into a parking lot covered with sand. Ollie doesn’t say anything until he parks. When he turns to face Benjy, pain is obvious on his face.

“How is this different than us meeting at the park?”

Benjy shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “I dunno. It just is.”

“Is it cause I called it a date?”

Yes.

“No.”

Ollie doesn’t believe him. He nods once, his mouth twisting to the side, upset.

“I’m sorry.” Benjy says, almost a whisper.

“No, I’m sorry. Really.” There’s no malice in Ollie’s voice, which almost makes it worse. He’s not pissed-just sad. “You told me you’re not ready. I shouldn’t have pushed it.”

He backs out of the parking space, Benjy’s hand tentatively comes to cover Ollie’s. He watches him smile slightly in profile.

“I want to go on a beach date with you so badly. So bad, Olls. But I-“

“Can’t. I know, Benj. It’s alright. I should’ve said something before I drove out here.”

They don’t say much on the drive back, but Benjy’s hand never leaves his. He was going to tell Ollie that he’d come out to Mack, but it seemed out of place now. When they get to Benjy’s house, instead of pulling in the driveway, Ollie idles on the curb.

“I need to get home. My dad and Chris are uh, leaving for vacation tonight and I wanna see them before they go.”

Benjy hopes his face doesn’t look as crestfallen as he feels.

“Oh okay.”

Another silence.

“Can I kiss you?”

Ollie sighs and smiles at him.

“Of course you can. I’m not being fair.”

Benjy kisses him deeply.

“Maybe not. But you’re allowed to be upset.”

They kiss for several minutes, the strangeness between them disappearing as they bite at each other’s lips.

“I’d come in, Benj. But Chris and my dad really are leaving.”

Benjy laughs. “I believed you.” He kisses him again as the thought crosses his mind.

“So with your sister at camp...you have the house to yourself?”

Ollie’s eyes glint. “I do.”

“Could uh, I come over? Is it rude to invite myself?”

Ollie kisses him. “Absolutely and absolutely.”

Benjy laughs, his hand closing on the door handle as he gets out to grab his skateboard. He walks back to the open passenger door and looks at Ollie, his eyes flitting to his kiss swollen lips.

“Well good. Cause uh, I’m not ready for a date. But I think I’m ready to be done with this whole “Virgin” thing.”

Ollie groans. “Oh my god.”

“If you’re okay with that.”

“You’re something else, Benjy. You know that?”

Benjy grins at his boyfriend, wishing fiercely he could be everything Ollie needs, but glad he can at least be something else.

“Oh, I’m well aware. See you tomorrow, baby.”

Benjy blows him a kiss and turns on his heel to all but skip up the driveway. When he looks over his shoulder, Ollie is still parked, watching him. He waves, his heart skipping a beat, realizing that before tomorrow was over, everything would be different.

He had no idea how right he was.

[iceripperthethird]

I guess tag time?

Rules: Respond the 92 questions and tag 25 persons. I wasn’t actually tagged, but I’m pretending I was 

Last

1.Drink: Half Dr Pepper half Cherry Pepsi

2.Phone call: Pocket dial from an ex doesn’t count, so facetime with a long distance friend that kept getting disconnected

3.Text: “Because it’s stuck in my head, but that’s kinda my fault cuz I keep listening to the same song over and over and over and over and over again”

4.Song listened to: Three-Thirty by AJR

5.Time you cried: About three hours ago

Have you ever:

6. Dated someone twice: Hell naw. Don’t know think I’d ever take any of them back tbh

7. Been cheated on: Nope.

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: Um... no. Not that I can think of.

9. Lost someone special: Lots of times.... 

10. Been depressed: Yeah.... but I’m trying

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope. Just got spacey as fuck after a shot and half a cosmo and a screwdriver

List 3 fav. colors:

12. Purple

13. Blue

14. Idk, black I guess

In the last year have you:

15. made new friends: Probably

16. fallen in love: I’ve loved but I don’t think I’ve been In Love

17. laughed until you cried: Tons of times :D

18. found out someone was talking about you: Unfortunately

19. met someone who’s changed you: I don’t know...??

20. found out who your true friends are: Yep.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: Uhhh... *checks friends list* No.

22. how many Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them except one, who happens to be a mutual

23. do you have any pets: Unfortunately, no :(

24. do you want to change your name: Nah

25. what did you do for your last birthday: Did a shot with the fam and went to the bar with my (then) boyfriend, then spent the night at his house afterword

26. what time did you wake up: 6:45am because fuck my life, that’s why

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Growing frustrated with the aforementioned long distance friend’s wifi because our facetime kept getting disconnected

28. name something you cannot wait for: I don’t know, something amazing, I guess...

29. when was the last time you saw your mother: We’re literally sitting in the same room right now? 

30. what is one thing you would change about your life: I wish I didn’t have to deal with depression and anxiety as much

31. what are you listening to right now: Sober Up by AJR (my favorite song right now)

32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yep. My godmother’s ex husband’s uncle (or cousin or family friend or something) brings his poker chips and dice to family gatherings and everyone chips in a dollar and we play Left Right Center and whoever wins gets the money. It gets really intense sometimes, and there was one time we crowded 20 people around the dining room table. 

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: I don’t know... Kind of everything, really

34. Most visited website: Tumblr, youtube, and facebook

35. funniest memory: That one time @piper-rory and I got into shenanigans in English class. We got away with so much shit that we shouldn’t have, and to this day I have no idea how.

36. memory from school: “Big S-curve,” “THE BEAT OF THE MUSIC COMES FROM My LOINS,” and basically anything else that came from band class. Also “Slutty olive oil,” “clear as a diamond at Tiffany’s” and “Carbonated piss” from Environmental Science

37. memories you want to make: I want to go on Hobbit-style adventures and have fun and make friends and I want to go to Disney World and I want to go to the Indiana Dunes again and I want to go on a road trip 

38. natural hair color: Too light to be brown but too dark to be blonde, with too much red to actually decide one way or the other

39. long or short hair: Long, but not long enough. When it’s sopping wet and being pulled as straight as it can get, it’s down to the bottom of my rib cage, but I’m growing it out in hopes that I can get it down to my hips.

40. do you have a crush on someone: Ahhh... residual love from a fresh breakup, and beyond that... I mean, there’s a cute guy that I’m friends with, but at this exact moment, that’s it.

41. what do you like about yourself: I have good curves and awesome legs and sometimes I say stuff that makes sense 

42. piercings: Just my earlobes, but sometimes I like wearing ear cuffs 

43. blood type: Fuck if I know 

44. nickname: I don’t really have one, but my D&D character’s name is Mnemosyne (nim-AH-zen-ee) 

45. relationship status: Freshly single and more bothered by it that I like to admit.

46. zodiac sign: By the traditional star chart, Libra. Mathematically correct, Virgo. Chinese, rat. Native American, raven. 

47. pronouns: She/her. Cuz I’m boring.

48. favourite tv show: Avatar: The Last Airbender. 

49. tattoos: No, thank you.

50. left or right handed: Left

First:

51. Surgery: It’s not something I like to talk about, so if you want to know about it, feel free to send me an ask (but please not anon because, well... I’m still self conscious about it even though it was like... 10 or 11 years ago)

52. Piercing: As previously stated, just my earlobes.

53. Best Friend: Don’t really have one at the moment, but if I had to pick, I’d say either the D&D group or MiniMads

54. Sport: Marching band and show choir all throughout high school, track in 6th and 7th grade

55. Vacation: My grandparents owned a lake house in Michigan that we went to all the time when I was growing up

56. Pair of trainers: Black high top Converse, black low top knock off Converse, black slide on fuzzums, black knee high boots. Basically all of my shoes are fucking black.

57. Favourite snack: Ice cream.

58. Drink you hate: Mountain Dew is fucking disgusting

59. I’m about to: Probably go to bed tbh 

60. I’m listening to: Basically anything and everything you can find on this youtube channel here because I love this band to death they are my absolute favorite

61. Waiting for: I don’t know... something amazing, I guess. 

62. Wanting: A trip to Disney World

63. Get married: I don’t know, tbh.

64. Career: Something that won’t make me miserable.

Your type:

65. hugs or kisses: Cuddles and kisses both

66. lips or eyes: Eyes, but soft kissable lips are nice too

67. Shorter or Taller: Taller than me

68. Older or Younger: Either, as long as it’s a reasonable age difference either way

69. Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous romantic.

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: As long as they’re able to give good hugs, I don’t think I really care

71. Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive and able to communicate

72. Hook-up or relationship: Hookups are fun until you get attached, but relationships are stressful when you’re not good at them. So... relationship

73. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant at first but as soon as you cross me, I can and will make your life hell.

Have you ever:

74. Kissed a Stranger: No. And I don’t plan to.

75. Drank hard liquor: All I had on my 21st birthday was vodka. 

76. Lost glasses/contacts:  No???? That shit’s expensive, why the fuck wouldn’t I keep track of it????

77. Turned someone down: Yes. Quite a few times.

78. Had sex on first date: HELL NO

79. Broken someone’s heart: Yeah, but they broke mine first, so they had it coming.

80. Had your heart broken: Several times.

81. Been arrested: No. I might be reckless, but I’m not that crazy. 

82. Cried when someone died: Everyone does???

83. Fallen for a friend: Yeah.... and then he switched schools and told me it wouldn’t work between us and dated one of my best friends who went to the same school as me and then when they broke up he ended up with another girl that I haven’t met in person but we’re mutuals and I think they’re still together but either way I don’t really care because I just want him to be happy.

Do you believe in:

84. Yourself: Most days, yeah

85. Miracles: I haven’t really thought about it, but my chronically single long distance friend managed to get laid, so I guess that counts as a miracle?

86. Love at first sight: No. It is statistically improbable.

87. Santa Claus: Yeah, it’s a town in Indiana. All joking aside though, I believe Santa Claus is the spirit of Christmas. It’s the holiday cheer and spreading joy and the little adrenaline rush of giving presents. It’s the sparkle of Christmas lights reflecting off tinsel and it’s trees in the front window. Santa Claus isn’t a person, but everyone has a bit of Santa Claus in them

88. Kiss on first date: My (now ex) boyfriend and I made out for 4 and a half ours after our first date. 

89. Angels: Yeah, but they’re really complicated

90. Current best friends name: @doctordetectivewinchester @vengeance-is-sworn @a-girl-in-a-place and MiniMads

91. eye color: Green

92. fav movie: Wonder Woman, Howl’s Moving Castle, Castle in the Sky, basically anything Studio Ghibli, and anything Disney.

I hereby tag everyone who’s already been tagged in this post, as well as @vampireapologist cuz all I know about her is that she’s eaten poison ivy and somehow lived to tell the tale. And you know, anyone else who’s actually read this far. 

[kittenwritesstuff]

You can’t hurry love

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Peter Quill x (Guardian)reader Genres: fluff, mention of alcohol, jealousy Words: 2.285 Summary: Reader is in charge of new recruits and she becomes friends with Kraglin. That makes Peter jealous - requested by @luxdxvine 

Gently, you stroke Groot’s back as he snuggles to your shoulder, a quiet yawn coming from his mouth. You smile fondly at him, humming a lullaby to lull him to sleep and just after a minute or two his breathing becomes steady, his eyes closed and expression that of serenity.

As you hear footsteps approaching you, you turn your head in the direction and notice Drax. He gives you a lopsided smirk when you shush him putting your index finger on your lips before tilting your head to the little one napping on you.

With even more gentleness he takes Groot from you and lays him in the crook of his arm.

“They’re waiting,” he whispers and you nod, mouthing a ‘thank you’ as you head outside of the ship and onto an opening somewhere in a forest, on a planet you didn’t catch a name of, since Rocket was screaming his lungs out at Peter for hell only knew what reason. You simply stopped paying attention to their bickering.

It’s funny – how quickly and easily all of you bonded and formed a family, without even using that word to describe the nature of your relation. You had each other’s backs, supported one another in one way or another (you always valued Drax’s advices, they were literally the funniest ever).

You met the Guardians by accident. Well, it was accident you just had, what you thought then, a misfortune of being in that place, in that time to witness it. Despite the voice of reason telling you that it wasn’t normal for a large ship to just crash onto the ground like that, you decided to help them. You offered your tools and experience, in both tending to the ship and to its passengers, Peter Quill asked you to join them.

You agreed only because Gamora was giving you a pleading look behind his back.

You had only one condition – you travel alone, in your own ship and if you don’t want to participate in a mission, you won’t, no words of complain from anyone.

Yeah, about that… your ship became ‘ladies’ bedroom’ and travelling alone meant that you stayed in different room on the ship while it was moving. You were annoyed only at the beginning but as the time passed by, you got used to that. You found your place among that gathering of various individuals, who surprisingly completed one another. You were from Earth and, like Peter, were taken by Ravagers, although you separated from them earlier to work on your own.

Latest events resulted in making all of you more of a family that you’ve been before and you loved it. Yondu’s loss was painful yet it finally opened Peter’s eyes, something neither you nor Gamora managed to accomplish.

And now, as you for the first time, and the rest for the second, saved the Galaxy, it was high time to accept new member. You’ll have a lot of work once everyone get a word about what you did.

You clear your throat to gain attention. Mantis flashes you a warm smile, Kraglin waves his hand and Nebula looks as per usual – as if she’s about to kill everyone and bathe in their blood. Actually you have no idea why she stayed. Gamora was sure that after Yondu’s funeral Nebula would go to get Thanos but she decided to tag along for a while.

With is another positive result of the events – family member reunite and try to get along with each other, yay!

“Alright, losers, first things first. You listen to me. You don’t undermine what I say. And the most important thing – we’re a team. We don’t cross anyone out. We stay together, and that’s what I’m gonna teach you. How to fight in a team and how to protect your team members. Because, believe me, they’re gonna need it.”

_____

You’re pretty happy with how things go now. You’re mothering Groot, you’re training the newbies, your ship became a full ‘girls only’ cabin as you’ve spent almost every evening on gossiping and talking shit about the boys.

It’s fun. It really is. Totally wonderful. You’re on cloud nine for most of the time.

Expect the moments when you feel like you’re gonna tear yourself apart with your bare hands because of that stupid guy.

Gamora noticed something but she kept her mouth shut. Only once she told you that she’d listen to whatever you got to tell, if you needed it. Nebula only narrowed her eyes every time she caught you with gloomy face. You were careful around Mantis, touching her only if you had to and willing those foolish thoughts away.

“This is called vodka,” you answer Gamora’s question as she examines the liquid in shot-glass with a furrowed brow.

“Is it strong?” Nebula asks as you hand her her own glass and you nod.

“Yes, it is. Mantis?” you inquire as you make to fill a glass for her. She’s a curious one, you have to admit it – she tries everything you give her, although only after asking a thousand questions.

“Just a bit. I’m not entirely fond of alcohol. It makes my head spin and my stomach flip.”

“That’s what it’s supposed to do, honey,” you snicker, offering her a glass with a bit of liquid, just as she requested. You pour vodka into your own glass and raise it.

“To the girls.”

“Cause we run the damn Galaxy!” Gamora adds and all of you chuckle as you tap your glasses together before downing the liquor. You swallow it and hiss, Gamora let out a ‘ha!’ and Nebula licks her lips, drawing up her glass for you to refill it. Mantis grimaces and puts her glass down, which is a evident sign that she doesn’t like vodka. You’ll bear it in mind next time you pick a liquor.

Gamora slides her glass towards you and so you pour some vodka in it after you did the same for Nebula.

“Y/N,” the latter starts, her voice turning a bit metallic at the last letter of your name.

“Yes?”

“You seem to be rather quiet lately. Is there a reason why?”

“Wait a second. Are you worried about me?” your brows jump up as shock fills you. You turn your head to look at Gamora.

“Did you tinker with her brain? Is that really your sister?”

She gives you a tight smile though you can see sparkles of pride in her eyes.

“It’s still Nebula. We talk a lot lately. I’m teaching her about different emotions.”

“Well, then, you’re a damn god teacher. And Nebula, thank you for concern, but there’s nothing to be worried about. I’m fine.”

“Bullshit,” she states, confidence in her voice and, once again, you’re caught off guard. It appears you underestimated their skills. They’re more observant than you thought.

“There’s something bothering you, right?” Mantis adds and you rub your forehead, lowering your head a little.

“I’m fine, really.”

“Is it Kraglin? You spent a lot of time with him lately, are you-?”

“Kraglin? Are you shitting me right now?” you exclaim, looking at Gamora with utter surprise. How did she even come up with something like that? You and Kraglin are only friends, and yes, you enjoy talking to him and listening to his stories about being a Ravager and how it was when Peter was younger and Yondu always threatened to eat him. He’s funny but there’s nothing more than friendship between you and him.

As you think about it, it might, in fact, look like the two of you were slowly but gradually becoming an item.

“Oh shit. Does it really look like that?”

“Yeah, kinda,” Gamora admits and nods her head. You heave out a sigh and scratch the back of your neck.

“For the record, there is nothing between me and Kraglin. We’re pals. End of the topic. You, however,” you point your finger at Gamora and she blinks few times, feigning to be surprised, “what did you do to Peter? You got his hopes all high and then  turned him down.”

“I didn’t do that.”

“Yes, you did.”

“She didn’t,” Nebula chimes in and you jerk your head to look at her, your brows knitted.

“The hell is going on here? Why am I feeling like I’m being interrogated or something?”

“Peter’s not all grumpy because I turned him down. I did this a long time ago, anyway, he knows I don’t like his that way and he’s over it.”

“When why is he so sensitive lately? I mean, every time I talk to him, he’s bitching at me for no reason.”

“That’s because he thinks you and Kraglin are a couple. Or soon will be. Peter is jealous. I touched him and it’s all red inside him,” Mantis explains politely and your mouth falls agape. You quickly down your vodka.

“Holy fuck,” you pant and hide your face in your hands, trying to sort it out. Peter is acting strange because he’s jealous, possibly of your presumptive relationship with Kraglin, who, by the way, made it clear that he fancies someone else. So, there may be a small chance that Peter feels the same about you as you feel about him, although you don’t see a possibility to confess since he’s being an asshole around you.

You growl.

“Putting it aside, why did you say no to him in the first place?”

“His pelvic sorcery doesn’t work for me. But -,” she refills your glass, urging you to drink. She joins you, Nebula as well and when you put your glasses down, Nebula finishes Gamora’s sentence.

“- it may work for you.”

“You’re the worst ever,” you say as they burst out with laughter, Mantis giggling. You only hope that they’ll help you figure out how to let Peter know that you’re not in any kind of romantic relationship with Kraglin.

_______

Despite your initial doubts, you must admit – Gamora is a genius. She gave an idea immediately as if she already had it in mind and you wondered for a moment how obvious you must’ve been about your affection.

Anyway, it’s all arranged now. Your ship was cleaned and turned into a small restaurant. There’s a table for two people, there are chairs and even a flower in a vase in the middle of the table. It looks lovely and you smile to yourself. They even put a cover over beds for that all you can see it’s the table. Also, Rocket put few lights in various places – they give a light alike to candlelight without the risk of burning anything.

For a brief moment, a surge of panic courses through you. What if you were wrong and Peter wasn’t in love with you? What if he laughs it off and you’ll have to live with shame? Lord, you hope you and girls read the signs correctly.

You jump onto your feet when Peter’s annoyed voice reaches you and you swallow hard preparing for a mocking laughter when he’ll see you all dolled up – in a dress and high hells, hair done and make up on…

But it never happens. Instead, there is a sharp inhale and silence after the door opens and you lift your gaze to see what’s going on.

Peter stands still at the door, Rocket peaking his head curiously and grinning like an idiot. You wave your hand to urge him to go and, mumbling curses under his breath, he does, leaving you and Peter alone.

“You sure it’s me who’s supposed to be here? Cause I can get out if you expected somebody else.”

“Stop being a dick, Peter,” you roll your eyes and Peter cracks a smile yet he fidgets with his fingers in a nervous manner.

“That’s my usual behavior, Y/N, you know that, don’t you?”

“Nope, you’re less of a jerk usually. I noticed it started recently after you’ve put me in charge of training new ones. Something changed, Peter.”

“Yeah, the number of people on this ship,” he states matter-of-factly and you fight an urge to punch him in his guts.

“Something else. Please, Peter, cooperate with me on this.”

“Well, given that there’s more of us now, we eat more. And I mean, a lot! I thought Drax eats for more or less three, but damn, Kraglin has an appetite. And he’s mean, he takes what’s mine.”

“You mean food?” you quirk up a brow at him and Peter becomes sheepish. He runs a hand over his stubble, looking at his feet.

“Not really. Though he eats a lot of my snacks, it’s getting ridiculous. I leave something for later and then it’s gone, disappearing into thin air. I started putting my name on my snacks but it doesn’t stop him. At this point, I’m frustrated to no end and I won’t hesitate to bite off his nose for that.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you mumble affectionately, shaking your head and Peter snorts.

“And you’re a huge dork.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“I’m standing here, in a dress and you’re rambling about Kraglin stealing your food.”

“It’s a serious thing, Y/N.”

“Well, if the food is more important to you…”

“No, no!” he assures, grabbing your wrist as you make to walk pass him. You give him a bashful smile, your heart pounding in your chest, the temperature unbearably high and Peter locks his eyes with yours.

“I thought you were his.”

“I was never his, Peter.”

“Shit, I’m an asshole.”

You giggle, stepping closer to him. He snakes an arm around your middle, pulling you to him.

“Kiss me, you asshole,” you whisper and before your eyes can fully flutter closed, Peter’s lips land on yours.

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#CMCon17 Wrap-up & #Giveaway: Four reasons why Coastal Magic is still the best little reader con out there

Putting together a conference is a tremendous amount of work. And it doesn’t really pay…in money, at least. Being a Featured Blogger gives you access to some opportunities and experiences normal convention-goers don’t get, and being behind the scenes really sheds light on the sheer insanity just waiting to bubble over in the background. I have rarely seen such selfless dedication to a cause as Jennifer Morris and her so very generous family members when it comes to Coastal Magic.

GraveTells & Jennifer Morris at CMCon17

This conference only accepts 300 readers total, in order to keep the author-reader ratio generous and intimate. There is, without a doubt, something magical about Coastal Magic. CMCon17 did not sell out, but I’d wager it will start to in coming years, and here’s a glimpse of why you want to be on the leading edge of that wave of reader enthusiasm…

Location, location, location

My room’s view @ CMCon17

A lovely dawn wake-up call

Daytime view from my room

The best breakfast buffet, with custom-made omelets (free for Hilton Gold members)!

Coastal Magic takes place in Daytona Beach, Florida—literally right on the beach. Half the rooms in this rather luxurious Hilton hotel have a view just like the ones above. And boy is it peaceful. From my room I was able to see beach-side weddings (with some very yummy-looking Marines!) and morning joggers and watch the sun rise. I only had to open my sliding window to hear the waves crashing and the gulls calling. So beautiful, so invigorating.

Dynamite panels & activities

If you attend the crazy, massive Romantic Times convention, you’re probably familiar with Damon Suede’s Cinema Craptastique, a social media snarkfest that targets a truly terrible mainstream movie each year. The practice run for RT’s Cinema is at CMCon, and the setting is much more intimate. Many people find this to be one of the highlights of the convention.

Lunch with an Author is also a highly coveted event, giving readers a chance to eat lunch with a Featured Author of their choice in a small-group environment (4 readers to one author). And you never know what other authors will be seated at your table. For instance, last year I sat with Donna Herren (Kit Rocha) and Lorelei James. This year was Lara Adrian, Lisa Kessler, and Tonya Burrows.

CMCon17 Lunch with an Author

Lunch with Lara Adrian

Lunch with an Author at CMCon17: Lara Adrian, Lisa Kessler, & Tonya Burrows

This year’s party theme was Movie Magic, and attendees showed up in an array of unique and striking costumes…

The best Katniss ever, author & blogger Chelle Olson

Drake Austin’s creepy self…what were you again?

Stephen Osborne as the menacing Phantom (not to be confused with the Phantom Menace *shudder*)

Selfie station with Sookie Stackhouse…I mean author & blogger Chelsea Mueller

Queen Graylin Fox…whose tiara I coveted

GraveTells, HD Smith, Alyssa Day, & Tonya Burrows

Mahlet, Sue from GraveTells, Jennifer Morris from Books Make Me Happy, Jen “Twimom” from That’s What I’m Talking About, and author Chudney Thomas

Author Kiernan Kelly‘s facepainting magic

GraveTells and Rebecca Zanetti

Dancing the night away

The Flash Fiction panel draws a HUGE crowd every year. Who wouldn’t want to watch some of the funniest authors at the con making up the most ridiculous(ly dirty) stories on the fly?

Intrepid authors Amy Lane, Julie Kenner, Dee Davis, Becky McGraw, Damon Suede, Lucienne Diver, and Kiernan Kelly

And THEN…

One of my favorite things about being a Featured Blogger for this con is having the opportunity to moderate panels. I always enjoy the Music panel, but totally forgot to take a group selfie. Shout-out to Lisa Kessler, Kathleen Collins, Chudney Thomas, BA Tortuga, and Shannon Bell for being such great fun! I also completely neglected to snag a photo op with the Super Bad vs Supernaturally Bad panel—Kait Ballenger, Damon Suede, JA Souders, Rebecca Zanetti, & Amy Lane—you guys were awesome! Here are a few of my other favorites from this year:

Blue Collar vs White Collar with BA Tortuga, Gail Z Martin, Kristal Hollis, Kate McMurray, Tere Michaels, and Damon Suede

Genre Hopping with Jana Oliver, Katie Reus, Lara Adrian, Rebecca Zanetti, Hildie McQueen, Aria Kane, and Gail Z Martin

The Killing Game with Amy Lane, Dee Davis, Eric Asher, and Graylin Fox

Some of the con’s activities are even more special, set up by the authors themselves as a thank you to their fan groups. Huge thanks to Chelle Eden (author duo Chelle Olson and Tigris Eden) and Lisa Kessler for including me in their smaller parties! <3

Dinner with Lisa Kessler’s Night Angels

Chelle Eden‘s Ellys in Faeryland preview party

Party! Ellys In Faeryland by Chelle Eden

Ellys In Faeryland by Chelle Eden

Making personal connections

This might seem like a duh, but—aside from the incredible location—most of the appeal of Coastal Magic for me is in all the personal relationships I’m able to form with authors, bloggers, and readers. And those relationships last, partly (I believe) because the quality of the time you get to spend together at CMCon is so high. Below are some of the highlights of my shenanigans this year, but in no way covers all the awesome. This post is long enough already!

Breakfast with Asa Maria Bradley

Lunch with Dee Davis

Dinner with Asa Maria Bradley, Tonya Burrows, Boone Brux, Rebecca Zanetti, and Kathy Lyons

Sue (DaVinciKittie) & Gayla Leath, fellow freelance editor!

Terrible lunch, excellent company! Damon Suede, Katie Reus, Kathleen Collins, Stephen Osborne, & Sarah Romsa

One-on-one time with Lisa Kessler

Heart you, Kathy Lyons!

I ADORED getting to finally meet the lovely, talented, and sweet Katie Reus

Elicia Hyder, heres to survivors, warriors, and new BFFs!

A scrumptious dinner with Chudney Thomas, Nicole Plummer, and Amy Lane. Love you ladies!

Hanging with Nicole Plummer, my most excellent panel assistant

And finally, the unforgettable Amy Lane

Winning fab prizes

When I say “fab”, I truly mean fabulous. One of this year’s raffle baskets was a super classy Coach purse. I might have put all my tickets in it. I might have not won it. *pout* Still love you, Dee! <3 This year’s raffle raised $1236 for Habitat For Humanity. We had twenty less baskets donated than last year and still raised the same amount of money. How incredible is that?!

Baskets donated for the Habitat for Humanity raffle fundraiser

I contributed two baskets for this year’s charity raffle, one from GraveTells—full of crazy awesome swag and books signed by CMCon’s Featured Authors—and one from all my ladies and gents over at the San Francisco Area RWA chapter—full of more awesome signed books and swag.

The GraveTells raffle basket

The SFARWA raffle basket

The lucky winner of the SFARWA basket!

Unicorns!

TC Blue is known for her wild animal hunts at Coastal Magic, and this year’s target was the elusive sparkly-horned unicorn. These adorable little guys had raffle numbers that TC used to give out her own prizes. I brought home two and am sending one out in each Prize Pack below (forgot to put them in the pictures, doh!).

Giveaway

Speaking of prizes, let’s give some away now. =) Leave a comment on this post (pretty please?), then fill out the prize widget below to enter. Open to world-wide shipping. I’ll draw one winner for each Prize Pack. Good luck!

Prize Pack #1

Includes:

(Signed!) The Alpha King by Victoria Sue

Free ebook download from Kathy Lyons (the postcard in the middle has a code)

(Not pictured!) One of TC Blue’s unicorns

Notebook & pen from Katie Reus and Chudney Thomas

Mini notepad from Jennifer Estep

Shoe key chain (SO ADORABLE!) from Cynthia D’Alba

Portable measuring tape from Asa Maria Bradley

Sampler booklet from Gail Z Martin

1001 Dark Nights sampler booklet

1001 Dark Nights 2018 Cruise magnet (I’m going! Will I see you there?)

Ellys in Faeryland postcard from Chelle Eden (cover preview – these are very rare right now!)

Postcards from Julie Kenner and KC Burn

Bookmarks from Alyssa Day, Rising Storm serial, 1001 Dark Nights novellas

Prize Pack #2

Includes:

(Signed!) Rising Storm, Episode 8 by Dee Davis

(Not pictured!) One of TC Blue’s unicorns

1001 Dark Nights coloring book with coloring pencils

1001 Dark Nights sampler booklet

Free ebook download from Gail Z Martin (the postcard on the right has a code)

(Signed!) Short story booklet from Kathy Lyons

Goodie pack from Hildie McQueen

Mini notepad from Debra Jess

Vampires pin from Shannon Bell

“Clean hands, dirty books” hand sanitizer from Kiernan Kelly

“Shh I’m with my book boyfriend�� door hanger from Julie Kenner

Drink coaster from Evelyn Lederman

Postcards from Nancy Northcott and Diana Marik

Bookmarks from Rising Storm serial and 1001 Dark Nights novellas

Preview card from HD Smith

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