#there should definitely be a point where a boy who has a crush on another boy asks one of the grad students

[writingislife20]

I want a book about post-apocalyptic world, it starts out with these four survivors, who are all in their early to mid twenties, with the oldest being 25. They are trying to find other survivors/find out what started the apocalypse. I want them to be traveling, getting close to where they think the apocalypse started and surrounded by a group of creatures (I’m thinking zombies, but if you can be more original, let me know.)

Just when they are starting to despair, a car horn sounds. A minivan careens into the circle, killing several of the horde of creatures. A door is thrown open, and a preteen girl pitches her head out and screams at the top of her lungs “ GET IN!!!”

They start scrambling into the minivan, while the monster shuffle at them. When the last person gets in, the girl throws the door closed and yells, ” Step on it, Rosie, and don’t hit another building!”

They turned to see a nine-year-old girl in the driver seat, with a 13-year-old boy looking like he was about to hurl. They drive so fast that one of the passengers definitely gets close to sickness. The nine-year-old keeps giggling, and whoever’s point of view it is is death scared of this little girl.

They get driven to this camp area that has obviously been turned into a hideout, with a gate enclosing it. There, they are greeted with a gaggle of kids, ranging from 7 to 16, with two elderly women, and a girl who stands out as being the oldest and probably the leader. She seems to be a lot older, and is very confident, giving directions to everyone. She takes the four of them to a side room, and shuts the door. All four of them are preparing for some sort of shovel talk. None of them are expecting to see this girl to sigh, lean against the wall and ask “Are any of you homophobic? because I am not willing to deal with that during this whole thing.”

Turns out, this place used to be a conversion camp that flew under the radar, and this girl had been breaking her little sister out of it when this whole thing started. Most of the kids have been fine, as they’ve been on lockdown due to her entering, almost all the faculty was dead or had abandoned the kids when everything started. The only adults who were left were the lunch ladies and the grandmother of one of the kids, who had been there visiting her grandson.

This 19-year-old had been put in charge of a gaggle of kids, and three older women who did not know how to take care of that many children. She asked the team for help dealing with the kids, crying that she needed an adult.

The group of four look at each other. Only one of them has experienced with children, and that is with a few kids from daycare, who are arguably younger than these ones. All of them are grad students, who barely survived the apocalypse due to sheer dumb luck, antisocial behavior, and their ability to dodge people attempting to bite them (grad students get crazy and cranky when you tried to wake them up or take them away from their work). All four of them are human disasters, then they look at this kid, who didn’t even get the chance to go to college, who is begging for help, and looks like she’ll cry if they refused to help.

They all collectively decide that They will be the responsible one. all of their other friends are human disasters, so they have to clean up their behavior and take care of this girl and the many children she has under her care. They know they’re going to need to help.

The problem is, they are all human disasters, who barely know how to cook. They are trying to be responsible, but they only have one brain cell, and it passes between them with no warning.

The rest of the story should be a mixture of comedy(these 20 year old trying to take care of a bunch of kids) and apocalyptic drama (these old ladies, trying to figure out why the apocalypse started, with a few appearances from Timmy, the grandson, who is seven years old and was sent there without the grandmother’s knowledge.)

Just, let the responsible grandparents figure out how the apocalypse started and why, while the grad students try to be responsible for 20 to 30 kids.

[shirefantasies]

How the Fellowship Act Around Their Crush (GN!Reader)

Hello friends! Kicking off my blog with some cute headcanons for my favorite people- hope you enjoy 😄

Aragorn

✧ One of the least obvious for sure 😅 we love a strong silent type but unfortunately that means you’ll have to be reading in on his actions

✧ Checks in on you a lot, just making sure you’re feeling alright and not hiding any burdens because he wants to carry those.

✧ Teaches you all he knows about the world’s botany when he notices your curiosity, pointing out what plants are poisonous, which the elves use for healing, and which can be made into tea. Snags a few to make you said tea at the earliest convenience 😌

✧ Will be the one to drape his cloak over you if you get cold. Not the type to stop others from doing it, but boy will he be the fastest by far!

✧ Has the habit of letting his fingers linger over yours just a bit longer than necessary when he hands things off to you or presses small items into your hands.

✧ Is the best with his words. He’ll reassure you if you feel insecure that you have a strength and beauty you bring to this world that no one else does, that the time you are in does not define you as a whole, that all have roles to play here.

Legolas

✧ Least obvious part 2! Another who is more silent about things…at least at first! If you understand Elvish, you may catch him searching for advice from Aragorn on if he should speak of it or not.

✧ Almost always defers to your word/opinion whether it’s where to stop or simply how you’d like to spend the rest of the evening.

✧ Shows off just a smidge 🤏🏻 when he knows you’re looking, like no, he doesn’t have to impale three orcs with the same arrow three different ways but did you think it was cool? Then yes he did. Still his face colors with surprised, joy, and amusement when you react with awe.

✧ “Wow, beautiful,” you breathe as your eyes scan the stars, glittering constellations and distant galaxies winking above you. “Indeed,” Legolas responds softly, but if you happen to peer at him from the peripheries of your vision at just the right time you’ll see the glance he surreptitiously slides to you.

✧ Holds open every door for you, slides back every chair, serves you at every meal, like this prince is peak gentleman and nothing less!

✧ Whispers joking observations about the rest of the fellowship, especially Gimli, that he usually keeps to himself into your ear as you sit together during mealtimes. This creates a whole slew of inside jokes between you two and much confusion over what you could possibly be laughing at.

Boromir

✧ Not over-the-top, but he figures what’s the point if you never figure anything out? Definitely wants to drop hints for you 😌

✧ Places a kiss to the back of your hand when he first meets you, telling you it is truly an honor.

✧ “Here, allow me,” he’ll say as he gently takes whatever burden you bear whether it’s bundles of firewood or even your bag on a particular rough day of travel.

✧ Happily shares tales of Gondor’s splendor with you and insists he’ll take you there and show you himself someday. Asks in turn for stories of your home and all your favorite things about it. Even if he can never visit, Boromir is determined to find a way to bring a piece of your home to you someday- anything to make you feel like you’re there again.

✧ Offers you his arm when you two walk side-by-side, guiding you with a firm, warm grip that keeps you feeling secure.

✧ Always places himself between you and danger, stepping in front of you with his sword and shield in hands and even shifting you back with a hand upon your waist.

Gimli

✧ You’re going to figure it out pretty quickly. He’e comically vocal as we all know, but also incredibly smooth when he wants to be…and boy does he want to be 👀

✧ Drops a lot of hints about how dwarves are the warmest, heartiest lovers and best providing partners! “We’ve the grandest of halls and sturdiest of bodies, after all!”

✧ Literally always has your back, like he is more aware of any threats to you than you are. It’s nearly impossible to count how many times he’s slashed an orc you hadn’t even seen off your back, giving you a triumphant nod and an “Anytime, Lassie/Laddie!”

✧ Laughs at every single joke you tell so hard you can’t help but puff up in pride at your sense of humor, nudging your shoulder with his.

✧ “Oh, stay still, you’ve got something in your hair…” Proceeds to remove it in the most tender and intimate manner you’ve ever experienced.

✧ Asks you to look him in the eyes before a big fight because, in his words, if that’s the last thing he looks upon before going out it’ll all be worth it.

Frodo

✧ Has no idea what he is doing honestly. Has never felt this way before and wasn’t sure if he ever would, so his demeanor around you suddenly becomes shy, almost withdrawn.

✧ Your self-appointed nurse. Tends your wounds silently but with the most caring, gentle touch and gaze fluttering back and forth between your wound and your expression with those big blue eyes.

✧ Goes on walks every now and again when everybody’s camped. After a while of seeing you watch him off, Frodo plucks up the courage to invite you to join him on one.

✧ Embarrassed as he is at first, he is encouraged by your eager eyes when you ask what he’s reading, shyly admitting it’s some poetry he loves. Ends up reciting you the whole thing, looking into your eyes intently as he wishes to actually be confessing each of those flowery words.

✧ Grabs your hand to lead you places whenever he finds something you just have to see! Blushes about it after the fact but in the moment the excitement just takes over him and he doesn’t even think about it.

✧ Begins sharing concerns and deeper thoughts with you once he trusts you as a sort of sign of that feeling. He hopes you understand that he doesn’t disclose to just anyone.

Sam

✧ He wants to talk to you so bad, but also you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen and how does he do that??? So sweet and attentive with his gaze when you do talk, so that could clue you in.

✧ He definitely gives you the biggest and best of anything he prepares, smiling softly at you as he dishes it up!

✧ Offers to tell you stories of The Shire, especially if you’ve never visited it yourself, and you can see the love for it in his eyes as much as you can hear it in his voice. Shares a few about his old Gaffer, too!

✧ Trips over his words from time to time. He’ll accidentally say the wrong thing and nervously try to laugh it off not realizing how adorable he looks when he blushes ☺️

✧ Sees a pretty flower on the road and immediately thinks of you, plucking it up and twirling it thoughtfully before extending it your way gently, naming his discovery as he does so.

✧ Would give you the shirt off his back if you wanted or needed. Offers you things from his bags a lot ranging from supplies that can ease your passage on this trip to the last of the sweets from The Shire he’d thrown in his pack pockets. Any task you don’t want to do Sam is jumping up to do for you!

Merry

✧ Medium obvious because he makes it his mission to get close to you and hype you up. If you’re oblivious or cynical it could be mistaken as him just being friendly, but it can’t come as a shock the way he’s so eager for your presence!

✧ Acts like you being amazing at things you’ve never even done is a foregone conclusion, like it could be your first time firing with a bow and he’ll be telling everyone what a natural you’ll be, urging you to go on and show them!

✧ Faintly embodies the old adage ‘if they tease you, that means they like you’. He sometimes makes up stories to see if you believe him, chuckling merrily when you do but quickly giving up the ghost again so you don’t have the wrong idea. Others he’ll just poke fun at things you say and egg all of your jokes on, too!

✧ Winks at you on the off time you two make eye contact with each other.

✧ Holds out his hand to you and gives a small bow every time he invites you to dance, asking if he may have it with a devilishly charming grin before he pulls you close.

✧ Whisks you away when he wants you to himself, taking you on a sightseeing adventure or even just foraging. Turns it into an over-the-top skit of him searching and protecting you from the threats of the forest that has you giggling!

Pippin

✧ Oh, you’ll be able to tell! He tries his best to be smooth and is super complimentary and generally wants to be around you 25/8. Even if it comes across goofy, you have to give him props for being forward with his intentions 😌

✧ Practically jumps out of his seat to be the one to help you with anything, whether it’s going fishing, gathering berries or firewood, getting some training in…you name it, he wants to be there for you if you need him!

✧ You may catch him staring at you, whether it’s in awe of your beauty or just straight-up checking you out depends on his mood, but his eyes are almost always flicking back to you in idleness.

✧ Remembers every single detail you share about yourself, like EVERY SINGLE ONE. Knows all your preferences by heart and frequently suggests playing your favorite game or offering to sing your favorite song, likely with an invitation to dance too! Pippin will chime in about your dislikes or allergies before even you can.

✧ Casually begins breaking touch barriers with small gestures like putting a hand on your shoulder during a mock apology for his cousin’s behavior or sitting with your arms brushing. If you don’t seem to mind, he’ll get bolder, slinging an arm over your shoulders during a jolly moment!

✧ Not afraid of compliments, definitely not! Unabashedly (well, mostly anyway, he hides a blush well) tells you that color looks great on you or what a pretty face you’ve got just in casual conversation.

[anime-fan-05]

im in love with your account 😭🫶🏻 can i ask nana's boys when they are in love/have a crush but you're not dating yet? :3

Nana ~With their crush~

Manga/anime: Nana

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

T. Nobuo (Nobu)

He's definitely the one who shows his crush on you the most

Indeed, every time he's in your company, he blushes a lot and tries to make you notice him, although he often ends up making a fool of himself

Plus, he always goes out of his way to make you smile, even if it means getting hurt or humiliated

For example, one day you were sad due to a harsh insult on your social profile; he started making jokes, but, after seeing you weren't feeling better, he softened his tone and sweetly listed everything he loved about you

In short, it's truly clear he's totally in love with you; the point is he doesn't realize it and, when he confesses to you, he'll be amazed you already knew his feelings!

O. Shin'ichi (Shin)

It's more likely others will notice before you he has a crush on you

In fact, he doesn't openly demonstrate he has feelings for you: he apparently doesn't talk to you and treat you differently from everyone else, he doesn't give you more time than he gives to his band members, he doesn't give you gifts except for your birthday...

In short, his feelings are almost unrecognizable to you

However, to outside eyes it's more than obvious what he feels

Indeed, his eyes soften as he looks at you, he's always ready to catch you if you should fall and he makes very small gestures for you which pass off as friendship gestures, such as serving you the dish first during lunch or dinner or, when he cooks (at BLAST's retreats or at dinners or lunches with friends), avoiding everything you don't like

T. Yasushi (Yasu)

Like Shin, it's very likely you don't notice his crush on you

He also doesn't behave differently towards you than towards others, but his signals, although still imperceptible, are less notables than those of Shin

For example, if you need help, even if this happens in the middle of the night, he'll rush to you, masking his apprehension thanks to his responsible nature

Another gesture, which he's capable of disguising, is taking care of you when you're sick

One day, in fact, he stayed with you all day, since you had a fever, and he refused to leave your house until you were better ("Yasu, what about your work?" "Don't worry about that, just think about getting well.")

H. Ren

Do you know the typical story of the popular boy who, in love with a girl, courts her by making fun of her so much she thinks he hates her, but in the end he proves to be the sweetest person in the world with her?

Well, that's how Ren is

He's truly a mystery to you: he's a mix between a tease and a very sweet boy

For example, one day he had teased you quite cruelly, almost making you burst into tears; the next day, having noticed how you avoided him like the plague, he came to you and consoled you sweetly

In the end, he's just a shy and insecure guy trying in his own way to get you to notice him

I. Takumi

You'll never know what he feels: he behaves with you totally as he does with everyone he knows

No one was, is and will be able to notice his feelings in any way, least of all you

However, there's only one event, since he's had a crush on you, where he demonstrated those: one evening, while you were at a dinner with Trapnest, a boy had tried to flirt with you; Takumi had gotten so jealous he almost fought with him, if it hadn't been for you, who hugged him tightly, begging him to stop

By the way, when you remind him of that event, he ignores you and walks away (so you can't see his red face for showing you his feelings)

It'll truly be a wonderful surprise for you when he confesses to you!

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[smileysuh]

CherryCheolie : Svt

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your heart is racing in your chest from the effort of wiggling down against Seungcheol’s thigh, and you can’t believe this is how he wants you to cum- but now that you think of it, this is definitely something Cheol would do. He has something to prove- everyone who fucks you on cam does. What says ‘I know cam baby best’ better than making you cum practically untouched? And fully clothed at that?

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👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.2k

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“Are you sure we should be doing this?” you ask, allowing Seungcheol to draw you closer to where he’s seated at the foot of his bed.

The leader of Seventeen offers you a small smile, thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand as he pulls you to be standing between his beautifully muscular thighs. “Of course we should be doing this.”

“I just mean-” you lick your lips, moving to stradle Seungcheol on the edge of the mattress, “there’s like… a lot of members home right now.”

Seungcheol simply shrugs. “They won’t care.”

“And yet, Mingyu wanted me when he had the dorms to himself, and even then, Jeonghan came to knock on the door.”

“I’m not Mingyu,” he says, reaching to cup your face, warm fingers gentle against the back of your neck. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up again. “Trust me, they’re not going to interrupt this.”

“Because you’re the big scary leader?” you tease, smoothing your hands along Seungcheol’s broad shoulders.

He simply grins, giving you a quick little nod. “Uh huh.” 

“Before we start…” you grind down on his lap, “do you need to confess any undying love for me?”

“Hmm?” He’s obviously very distracted, the hand on your hip urging you to continue moving, your clothed core dragging across his cock.

“It’s just-” you lean forward, the tip of your nose touching his as you stare into his pretty brown eyes, “the last two guys I did a cam room with were very verbal about how much they like me- and I was just thinking, seeing as you’re someone that your members have pointed out as being… enthralled by me- I figured you might want to comment on that.” 

“Does my little cam baby need some praise before we start?” Seungcheol’s easy smile returns, and you can feel your panties getting wetter by the second.

“I think cam baby needs CherryCheolie to address comments made by user Tigerprince- something about you being in love with me?” 

“User Tigerprince needs to keep his mouth shut.”

“And you need to answer my questions-” you tut, moving your mouth to Seungcheol’s neck, where you press a soft kiss that has him shivering beneath you. “Always so avoidant.”

He lets out a deep sigh, the hands on your waist applying pressure to make you stop grinding on him, and you realize he’s about to get serious.

“So what if I am?” Seungcheol asks. “Even just a little.”

His honesty makes your throat tight. 

Sure, Mingyu had admitted he might have some feelings, but he’d keep them to himself, and Yunho had told you of something that sounded like a crush- but this is another level, and you’re not quite certain what to make of it. 

You’d never expected Cheol to admit to his feelings for you- that had not been your true intention when asking him about it-

What had been your intention?

You’re not so sure- 

Part of you had sort of hoped he’d down play it, the way so many of your idol lovers do. 

But part of you had also been longing for this. Despite the type of men you’ve fucked around with on camera since your haitus, you definitely have a thing for daddy dom types. 

You’d found yourself picking favourites when you first started your show, with NCT’s Johnny and Got7’s Jinyoung catching your eye- Seungcheol feels like a good balance between them. He has Johnny’s softness, with Jinyoung’s stern dom energy-

“Baby?” Seungcheol pushes gently at your hips, forcing you to pull away from his neck, giving distance so your eyes can meet.

“Sorry, I was just-” you give your head a small shake. You shouldn’t be thinking about past lovers while with Seungcheol- although, you’re not confident Johnny would be put in the category of past lovers- “I wasn’t expecting that response.”

Seungcheol tenses underneath you. “Mingyu did warn me you’re a bit of a heart breaker, baby.” 

“I’m sorry-”

He cups your face, shaking his head. “Don’t apologize,” he tells you, “you’ve got a lot going on- I can imagine that doing what you do… makes things like love a little complicated.” 

He’s so right. 

“Let’s just… pretend I never said anything, and we can talk about it another time, okay?” Seungcheol sounds so sincere, and it makes your heart clench in your chest.

You nod, leaning into the large hand still cupping your cheek. His thumb brushes gently across your skin, a reassuring motion, and you find yourself looking at his lips again.

“Should we start a cam room now, or…”

“Cheol,” you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, “just shut up and kiss me.”

“I can do that,” he grins, gaze flickering down to your mouth. He gives you a moment to change your mind before slowly leaning in.

It’s a gentle kiss- something you’d not really expected from the ‘scary leader of seventeen.’ His lips are soft, but the hands that grab at your hips are not. 

You’re quick to deepen things, swiping your tongue against his lower lip and earning yourself a groan. The sound goes straight to your core, and you kiss him harder, grinding down on his lap-

Seungcheol matches your passion, and in one quick motion he flips you so your back is pressed to the mattress, hips slotting between your legs to pin you against his bed. 

You release a moan of pleasure, enjoying the tempo change. You smooth a hand through Seungcheol’s dark hair, gently scraping your nails against his scalp-

A shiver runs through his body and it makes you giggle against his lips. Seungcheol presses down against you in retaliation, grabbing your hand to pin it above your head. His mouth moves to your neck. “Stop laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” you insist, although it’s a partial lie. “I’m just- I’m thinking that if my nails made you shiver- what’s gonna happen when you cum?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he toys, grinding down against your core. “Actually…” he clears his throat, “I’m interested in what happens when you cum.”

“Oh yeah? Watching me cum with Jeonghan and Gyu wasn’t enough?” You know you’re playing with fire when you add, “or how about last week when I was with Yunho?”

Shockingly, Seungcheol actually smiles, pulling away from your throat to look down at you.

He considers you for a moment. “You know,” Seungcheol cocks his head, “I’ve heard that sometimes - for the right daddy dom - our little cam baby actually enjoys being made to squirt.” 

Your mouth goes dry and you have to lick your lips to wet them, blinking up at Seungcheol.

“Do you-” you want to ask where he’d heard that, but instead, the words that come out of your mouth end up being; “Do you think you’re the right daddy dom?” 

“Open your cam room and I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” There’s a glint in his eye that tells you he’s not going to drop this - that he’s intent on following through - and your pussy throbs at the notion. 

You haven’t squirted in a while- not since the night before NCT went on tour- when Johnny - or as Cheol would say, ‘the right daddy dom’ - had taken care of you last. 

Seungcheol gives you space to lift up your hips, slipping your hand under your ass to pull your phone from your back pocket. A few quick swipes and you’re opening a cam room. “Do you want to hold it or-”

“No one else has bothered to hold the camera when you cum for the first time,” Seungcheol muses. You hadn’t realized he’d been paying this much attention during your last two shows. 

The leader of seventeen plucks your phone out of your fingers and tosses it onto the bed next to you, then he’s pinning you again, recapturing the hand he’d let free to open the room. 

“I’ve got something I want to try with you,” he says.

“Like…” you lower your voice to a whisper, “other than squirting?” 

He laughs, shaking his head at you. “Yes,” Seungcheol grabs your free wrist and now both of your hands are pinned above you, “other than squirting,” he confirms. “Was thinking how nice it would be to press my thigh between those pretty legs of yours and have you ride it till you cum… before I touch you properly.”

A tingle of energy runs through your body and you blink up at the gorgeous idol. “You want me to cum like this?”

He nods.

“Fully clothed?” you question, earning another grin from Cheol. “Without you touching me at all?”

“I mean… you have my thigh.” As if to prove his point, he presses it up between your legs, applying pressure to your core. “And if it makes you feel any better,” he leans in, letting his lips ghost past your ear, “I’ll be whispering dirty nothings to help you get there too.” 

“You will?” You roll your hips, pushing up against the hand still pinning your wrists to the bed. 

“Of course, baby,” Seungcheol’s breath teases the sensitive skin of your throat. 

“You’re lucky-” you stifle a moan, “lucky I’m already super turned on.”

“Is it really just luck?” The tip of his nose brushes past your cheek bone, and his teeth gently bite at your earlobe. “I could have had your pants off the moment we got into my room, but I didn’t- it’s a little something I like to call foreplay, baby.” 

“Sure it is,” you groan, doing your best to rub yourself against the thigh pressed between your legs. 

“You can doubt me all you want, but this is how it’s going to be, and I’ll just stay on top of you, pinning you down, while you wiggle against me until you cum. Don’t test my patience baby, I’ve got all day.”

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you, Cheol?” you can’t help but smile. “Having me all to yourself for hours-”

“I would,” he admits, “so maybe… maybe when you’re close I’ll pull my thigh away.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me-” you insist, shaking your head. 

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Nuh uh,” you roll your hips harder, the seam of your denim jeans caught against your clit, sending jitters of pleasure through your whole body. “You couldn’t be that mean to me.”

“Maybe you’re right about that,” Seungcheol smiles, letting out a deep sigh as he pushes his leg between your thighs again. “Want to watch you cum- want to hear you moan and whine and beg for it.”

“Cheol-” you whimper, pushing up against the hand still pinning your wrists.

“Would it kill you to call me daddy?” he asks, breath hot as his mouth ghosts over your throat. 

“Daddy-” you correct yourself. You’ve missed the taste of the title on your lips- but you’re not sure if it’s fitting for Cheol yet- for a man you’ve never properly slept with.

“That’s my girl,” he grins, voice smooth like chocolate. “Keep moving those hips of yours, I like watching you work for it.” 

“Please-” 

“Does baby need more pressure?” Seungcheol pushes his leg up between yours again, and you feel his large thigh muscles flexing- 

“Mmm, just like that,” you tell him, closing your eyes and focusing on the way you’re swiveling your hips, chasing an orgasm that feels close and yet very out of reach.

“You sound so pretty for us,” he whispers, “always so pretty.”

His words go straight to your pussy, which throbs around nothing, and you release an annoyed sound of pleasure. 

“I wonder who’s in the camroom already?” Seungcheol says. “Wonder who’s listening to this.”

The idea that you’re being watched always makes you feel some kind of way, and a rush of wetness makes your panties feel even more uncomfortable sticking to your core. 

“Are you going to be our good little cam baby and cum like this?” he asks next. “Gonna cum from my thigh pressed between yours- even with all your clothes on-”

“Mmm- yes daddy,” you whimper, focusing on the movement of your hips and the seam of your jeans that always seems to be in the exact right place- 

“What a dirty little cam baby,” Seungcheol says fondly. 

“I’m your dirty little cam baby,” you confirm, the chord in the pit of your stomach becoming tighter and tighter-

Although one of his hands is fully occupied pinning your wrists down, the other is free to explore you, and Seungcheol shifts a little, fingers teasing over the front of your chest. “I can see those cute nipples of yours through your shirt, baby- are you that turned on by this?” 

“Yes- god,” you groan when he flicks the sensitive bud, and even through fabric, it feels amazing. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum soon-” 

“Don’t hold anything back, baby,” Seungcheol warns you, “we all want to hear it.”

They all want to hear it- 

Your heart is racing in your chest from the effort of wiggling down against Seungcheol’s thigh, and you can’t believe this is how he wants you to cum- but now that you think of it, this is definitely something Cheol would do.

He has something to prove- everyone who fucks you on cam does. What says ‘I know cam baby best’ better than making you cum practically untouched? And fully clothed at that? 

“Cheol-” you say his name as a whisper, and it prompts him to wrap his hand around your throat, pinning you to the bed in two locations while your hips rut manically against his thigh-

“That’s it,” he breathes, watching you, “cum for us.” 

The added pressure on your neck is exactly what you need to reach your high, and a shiver of stimulus runs through your body, hips twitching, clit throbbing-

A strangled sound escapes your lips, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing as your orgasm jitters through you-

“Che-” you’re intent to whine, but Seungcheol’s mouth cuts you off as it presses against your own- and you thank god that at least you can get lost in his lips if not his cock. 

As far as orgasms go, this one had been hard won and not very satisfying- but by the way the man above you lets out a small chuckle mid kiss- you bet he already knows this.

“Daddy-” you groan, wrestling in his grip-

To your surprise, Seungcheol releases your wrists, and your hands fly to the front of his shirt, tugging at the fabric.

“Do you need something?” he asks.

“Need all of this to come off,” you respond.

“Shouldn’t we set up your camera first?” 

You can’t believe he’s toying with you like this- can’t believe he’s right. 

“Just… hurry, please?” you look into his eyes, hoping you won’t need to beg.

Seungcheol pulls off of you, and it almost hurts to let him go. He grabs your phone next, standing up at the foot of the bed and allowing the camera to take in your form.

“You curious about what everyone is saying?” he questions, cocking a brow as he scans the screen in his hands.

“Nuh uh,” you shake your head, “just need you-”

“Well,” Seungcheol can feel his grin widen, “you’re just going to have to wait.”

It’s interesting for him to be on this side of the cam room- to be the one holding your phone, the one with all the power. 

GyuGyu97: wait is she for real still wearing clothes

KingArthurMin: I thought he was joking about that too

Hannie: looks like our cherrycheol is taking his time with her

Thegentleman: who can blame him for that

It’s interesting to see so many of his friends in the chat- it brings up an emotion that Seungcheol can’t quite place his finger on as he sets the phone up on a tripod at the foot of the bed. 

KingArthurMin: I’m getting tired of waiting

KingArthurMin has donated $100

GyuGyu97: that’s because you don’t have any patience

Hannie: and YOU do????

Thegentleman: side eye

Thegentleman has donated $200

Hannie has donated $200

Hansoooool has donated $420

Hannie: jesus vernon

Hansoooool: what

Tigerprince: he says 420 blaze it

Tigerprince: hey cheol… let me in, I just wanna talk

Tigerprince: the way Hannie talked when Gyu let him in last time

Hannie: you should go knock on his door

Thegentleman: yeah hoshi go knock on the door

Tigerprince: you guys are assholes

Tigerprince: we all know that Cheol is gonna beat the shit out of anyone who actually dares knock on his bedroom door-

HeyChannie has donated $200

HeyChannie: grow some balls dude

Tigerprince: who let the kid from nct into chat????

HeyChannie: I might be the kid from nct but at least I’ve fucked our cam baby. What have YOU done with your life?

Tigerprince: horanghae 

Hannie: you know, the kid from nct has a point

“Cheol-” something flies through the air and nearly hits him, causing the leader of Seventeen to bat away the piece of fabric- which he identifies as your shirt. It’s clear you’ve also grown tired of waiting, and his eyes take in your newly exposed torso.

“Impatient girl,” he tuts, pretending to be upset with you although his heart swells with affection. 

“Punish me then,” you respond simply.

Seungcheol feels something like a growl bubbling up in his chest, and with one final scan of the chat, he leaves your phone, coming to join you on the foot of the bed. 

You’re so pretty for him- he could never get enough of you. “Jeans off,” he instructs, reaching out to tug at the bottom of the denim. 

“Aren’t you going to undress me?”

“You’ve already started, so I’ll just watch… unless our cam baby need help?”

You groan, rolling your eyes at him, and Seungcheol can feel his grin widening. He has a thing for bratty behaviour, and every time you give him a push back or do something sassy, he just wants to make you cum even harder.

He knows your first orgasm wasn’t one that blew your mind- he’d never intended for it to be. He’d intended for it to be the kind of high that left your panties ruined, and as you slip your jeans off, he’s very pleased to see he’s been successful.

Seungcheol reaches out a hand, fingers brushing past the smooth skin of your hipbone before curling into the waistband of your underwear. “These need to come off too.”

He watches you slowly take your panties off, balling them in your hand-

“Nuh uh uh,” he tsks, reaching out to grab you before you can throw your underwear across the room, “don’t you know baby? Ruined panties make the perfect gag.”

You’re frozen, eyes searching his own. He, on the other hand, is smug, a warm affection radiating through his chest-

A moment later, Seungcheol watches you lift your ruined pantied to your mouth.

“That’s it, there’s my good girl,” he praises you, watching carefully. “How’s it taste?”

The most you can do is make a sound of affirmation. You’ve kissed men after they’ve eaten you out before, so you’re familiar with your… brand, but this is new. The taste and smell of pussy nearly overwhelm your senses- and for good reason, you’ve cum in this thong once already.

“You look so hot like this-” Seungcheol tells you. “Come sit next to me.” He gently pats the foot of the bed.

You narrow your eyes at him, but with your makeshift gag, you can’t speak a word of protest. 

When you’re where he wants you, Seungcheol reaches his hand between your legs, teasing your inner thighs. “Gonna spread these for us? Or are you feeling shy with cum covered panties in that bratty little mouth of yours?”

God, he makes you so horny it’s insane-

You open your thighs, leaning back so the camera can get a good view of your pussy, as well as Seungcheol’s hand teasing closer and closer to where you need him most.

“Look how pretty you are,” Seungcheol coos, finally brushing his fingers over your clit- touch so gentle you almost don’t feel it. “Imagine how pretty you’ll be once you’re a dripping, needy little mess.”

You moan around your panties, skin electrified with the possibilities of what he’s going to do to you.

He doesn’t bother with starting slow, instead, two fingers easily slip into your hole. You both groan, your head lolling back while Seungcheol begins to toy with you, curling his fingers up expertly-

“There it is,” he grins at the noise you make, “that’s the spot- isn’t it, sweetheart?”

You nod eagerly, knowing exactly what he intends to do. He’d made it clear earlier that he’d want to make you squirt, and now he’s finally about to do just that.

“Look at you, wiggling against my hand- you’re gonna have to stay still for me baby, or I’ll be forced to hold you down again.”

Your pussy throbs around his fingers, and Seungcheol’s grin widens. Then he begins to move his hand, pressing his palm against your clit as his digits work inside of you, repeatedly stimulating your gspot with insane precision. 

The feeling of intense pleasure begins to readiate through your core- and soon, you can even hear your wetness with each pump of his fingers-

“Come on, angel,” Seungcheol coos at you, “be a good girl and squirt all over daddy’s hand.”

At this point, it’s not even something you can truly control. You get lost in the feeling, closing your eyes and simply allowing it to wash over you- 

Warmth spreads through your body, and you feel a rush of wetness between your thighs, which begin to shake and close around Seungcheol’s hand-

“Keep these open,” he warns you, finger fucking you like no one else has in a great long while. 

You moan like a whore around the panties still stuffed in your mouth, doing your best to keep your legs open- but there’s only so much you can take, and soon, your thighs begin to close-

Seungcheol’s fingers slip out of your core, and you take a breath through your nose- only for his hand to come down on your pussy with a wet, sinful slap.

Pain shoots through you, and your core twitches, eyes snapping open as a yelp escapes the sound proofing of your panties.

“Told you to keep these open,” Seungcheol reminds you, digits returning to their snug place inside of you, the tips of his fingers brushing by the spot that has you nearly bucking your hips. “You look like you have something to say,” he grins, reaching his free hand up to pull the panties our of your mouth, “speak.”

“Please-” you whimper, overwhelmed with your need for him-

“Please what?” 

“Fuck me- use me- just- I need something inside of me- something bigger than your fingers-”

“These aren’t enough?” As if to prove his point, Seungcheol thrusts his digits into you again, and another gush of wet squirts out of you and drips loudly onto the floor.

“No- need to be full- want to be full of you- please-” 

“Really?”

“Yes, fuck- daddy, please!” Somehow, even in the midst of your cum delerium, you know he’ll respond to the pet name he’d given himself when you’d started, and you’re almost relieved when he pulls his drenched fingers from your sopping core, giving you a moment of reprieve.

He stands up, tearing off his shirt, and you allow yourself to fall flat on the bed, eager eyes eating him up while you work on catching your breath.

“Bra off, let everyone see you,” Seungcheol instructs.

You begin to pout, wishing he’d take it off of you himself, but all this earns you is a harsh look from your dominant of the night. 

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

You reach under your back to undo the clasp, and soon, you’re both fully nude. However, you’re on camera, whereas Cheol is standing next to the tripod, off screen, hard cock in his hand.

You can tell by the way his eyes flicker around that he’s trying to figure out how to fuck you- and you almost laugh at the way that some idols get cock shy. To be fair, he is an idol leader- he has a reputation to uphold, a company to represent.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

So he’s decided on doggy, as many men have before him. 

You can’t say you’re upset- it’s a good position, one that lets men fuck you deeply, regardless of cock size… although, from what you can see, Seungcheol is quite well endowed. 

“Cheol-” 

“So impatient,” he clicks his tongue before coming to join you on the bed, taking his place at your rear with both hands on your hips to adjust your positioning. “Do you really need it that badly?”

“Need you-” you insist. “Please-”

You feel his cockhead at your enterance, and you let out a shaky breath-

“Relax,” Seungcheol’s warm hand smooths down your back and it helps in calming you down a little- only for him to push into you, stretching out your sensitive hole to accommodate his thick cock. 

“Fuck-” you whimper, grabbing at the bedsheets and closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of finally being filled- it’s exactly what you wanted. 

“You like that?” His large hands are on your hips again, and he tugs you back to meet him as he begins to thrust, finding a slow pace that has your toes curling. 

“So good, Cheol- so good!” you moan loudly.

You’ve fucked big idols before- with Ateez’s Yunho being the last one, and Mingyu before that- but Cheol definitely holds his own. His cock fits perfectly in your wet pussy, and each movement feels like magic.

“Fuck,” he ruts into you faster, “you’re still dripping baby- making a mess of my thighs.”

He’s so hot you could die.

His voice is smooth and confident, thrusts rough and calculated- it would be so easy to get completely lost in him, to give in and forget english all together- why speak when you can be a good, whiney, little whore for him?

Your sounds fill the room- moans slipping out of your mouth, your ass slapping hard against Seungcheol’s front with each thrust-

You don’t care that he has friends in the dorms- they haven’t knocked on the door yet, and you know they probably won’t. Cheol had been right at the start- no one wants to fuck with the big scary leader of Seventeen, especially when he’s balls deep inside of his precious cam baby.

“You feel so good, baby, so perfect-” Seungcheol groans, fingers digging into your hips. 

“I’m close-” you tell him, body spurred on by the cock rearanging your guts and the words of praise leaving his lips. 

“Yeah you are-” He fucks you harder.

“Please-” you whimper, wiggling your hips to meet each thrust, “need you to cum with me- please, I need it so bad!” 

“You need it?” Seungcheol chuckles.

“Yes- I need it,” you insist, “need your cum- please- wanna hear you-”

“You want to hear me?” 

“Cheol- you sound so pretty-” You’ve got no filter right now, all you can think about is getting Seungcheol to cum with you-

He laughs again, but doesn’t push you on the compliment, instead, he fucks you harder, releasing groans and moans that make you want to explode-

“Please-” you beg desperately, so close to the edge you can almost taste it-

“Louder.”

“Please!” you nearly scream, not caring who in the dorms hears you. “Please, Cheol- I’ve been so good, please let me cum-”

The man behind you releases a growl, fucking you as fast and hard as ever- 

“Cum for me.” 

Your whole body tenses on the cusp of pleasure, orgasm slamming into you full force. After being made to cum on his thigh fully clothed, then made to squirt on his fingers- your body has a lot of pent up energy, and you release it all as you cum, gasping and clawing at the bed.

Behind you, Seungcheol lets out moans of his own, and you feel him coating your insides as he continues to fuck you through it-

His hands are solid on your hips, an anchor that keeps you in your body while your skin feels alight with pleasure fire. You can feel him everywhere- your toes curling in an effort to keep you composed even as sinful sounds slip past your lips and fill the room.

“Fuck, fuck- just like that, fuck-” His thrusts are becoming sloppy and you just try to hold on without becoming completely overstimulated- your breath is choppy, from your moans and the way you keep trying to burry your head in the blanket.

Seungcheol sounds so pretty as he rides out your orgasms, and soon, he’s coming to a stop behind you, letting out a deep sigh. 

“Well shit,” he says, hands gently smoothing over your skin, “part of me didn’t want to cum so fast but the noises you make aren’t like anything else I’ve ever heard.” 

You grin against the blanket, mind still fuzzy in your post orgasm bliss.

“You’re out of it, aren’t you, my little cam baby?” he taunts.

“Uh huh.”

“Give me a sec to turn your camera off and then I’ll make it all better, how does that sound?” 

You nod again, giving a small sound of affirmation. 

Seungcheol slips out of your core, and you hear him move off the bed, coming around to the tripod. A second later, your phone is tossed onto the bed next to you, but you still can’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

“Pretty sure the shower is free-” his voice is gentle, as is the hand that glides down your spine. “How do you feel about washing up, then we can watch something?”

You nod, willing to agree to practically anything right now. 

“I’m gonna lift you up so you don’t drip cum on the floor, yeah? Our apartment is probably already pretty covered in cum - I mean, there are thirteen of us here, a black light would ruin our reputation, but- yeah, I’ll carry you.”

He’s so sweet, wrapping you up in his arms, a towel around your body to cover your modesty.

“The hallway is clear,” he tells you, poking his head out to double check before jogging the short distance to the bathroom. 

He acts as if his roommates weren’t just watching him fuck you through a camera. 

He acts as if you’re his little princess, and he’s your protector.

But Seungcheol’s not your protector, and you’re not his little princess, despite the part of you that toys with the notion.

You’re the cam baby, and you belong to no man, no matter how much you might wish to. 

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"She is not a bird" - Hvitserk x Reader

SUMMARY: In Eddas, every great warrior falls in love with a Valkyrie - a winged goddess equally beautiful and imposing. Hvitserk finds his after a battle as she's stitching wounds and bringing comfort to those who will not see another dawn.

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In a colourful dress, she busses around, Time and time she turns her head, gives a smile, You could swear you saw her wings yesterday, How she hid them under the dress, But she’s not a bird, Can’t you see? She is not a bird.

Hvitserk has no interest in medicine or healing. Despite that, he has found himself watching one of the healers as she’s running back and forth between beds. She’s been at it for hours now and Hvitserk begins to wonder how come she’s not tired yet. Her feet and hands are equally quick as they had been when they arrived at the camp after the battle. The mesmerising glint in her eyes, something between curiosity and adoration, is still just as bright. Whenever one of the wounded warriors wants to talk to her, she sits at the edge of their bed. Her head nods gently before her lips curl into a reassuring smile and she says something in return. Maybe she’ll even chuckle at something. From where he’s standing, Hvitserk can’t make out her words but he can quite clearly see the faces of the people she’s talking to and it makes his curiosity consume him entirely to know what words turn agony into peace.

Lost in his own thoughts, the young Viking doesn’t notice jarl Friedgeir approaching him. 

“Enchanting, isn’t she?” he asks with a smirk. He’s seen this scenario one too many times to have any doubts about what Hvitserk is thinking about. Friedgeir himself has been in that very same position before.

Friedgeir Esrason is nimble for his age. White and silver hair circles his tired face like a halo. Sun-damaged skin makes him appear even older, although fuller of life. It’s a testimony of long days spent on adventures, seeing what the world has to offer. Despite nearing grandfather’s age, his torso is broad and his arms are about the size of a shieldmaiden’s thigh. Brass bracelets clink every time he moves his hands. The purple material of his tunic is clearly worn out, tearing in places of the most friction.

“She is,” Hvitserk admits.

Jarl puts his heavy hand on Hvitserk’s shoulder. For a moment, the young warrior wonders if Friedgeir could actually crush his bones should he squeeze his fingers a little tighter. 

“Can I entrust a secret to you, son of Ragnar?” Friedgeir asks in a low tone. His grey eyes look around the two of them as though expecting to find a prying set of ears. Everyone besides them appeared too preoccupied with their own duties and worries to care about the gossip shared between the Jarl and the famous Lothbrok boy.

Hvitserk looks at the older man with a frown.

“My brothers and I have risked our lives for your cause, Jarl Friedgeir,” he reminds the ruler. “I have no interest in breaking your trust. You know that already.”

“Good.” Friedgeir pats Hvitserk’s shoulder. He must be unaware of his strength as the gentle slaps are actually quite forceful, making Hvitserk answer his own question about crushing bones. Friedgeir can definitely turn someone’s skeleton into dust with a squeeze. “My wife mustn’t ever hear what I’m about to tell you. That girl…” he makes a pause and points his finger at the healer, “I think she might be a bird.”

Taken aback, Hvitserk looks up and down the Jarl.

“Did the Swedes hit you on the head?” he asks half-heartedly.

“I wish it was that. But no.” Friedgeir laughs bitterly and shakes his head. A shadow of melancholy flies past his sun-damaged face only to reside inside his silver eyes as a teary glint. “I always knew there was something strange about her but I came to understanding only after seeing the great viziers of the East and their pets locked in golden cages.”

Hvitserk glances towards the healer. His eyes follow her like hawk in hopes of some enlightenment that would make Friedgeir’s words clearer to him. Alas, she appears as she did before - enticing and human.

He shakes his head.

“I don’t understand.”

The Jarl lets out a sigh.

“Just look, dear Hvitserk. See the colourful dress like a parrot’s feathers.” Hvitserk has never heard of something called a parrot, so he is left to assume that they must look nothing like the birds in Norway. “And look at men’s faces when she talks to them. Pain and suffering change into hope and peace. The only time I’ve seen that was when one of the viziers asked his angry guests to listen to his oriole singing. After an hour, no one remembered what they were fighting about.”

Time as if slows down as Hvitserk is watching the healer sit on the edge of a cot belonging to a dying man. She holds his hand tightly and tirelessly wipes cold sweat from his forehead. The warrior is stuttering, fever and pain making his wants incomprehensible. The woman sitting beside him only nods her head, offering a warm smile and a short response. Soon, the man falls limp. His eyes turn blank as his head rolls lifelessly to the side. The healer squeezes the corpse’s hand and only then gets up to continue her work. A pair of healthy warriors wrap up the body in blankets only to carry it away, to the place where a great pyre will burn after nightfall.

Hvitserk is more intelligent than the jarl. More perceptive. He’s seen geese flying southwards when winter was coming, only to come back after snow thaws. But not her - she stayed until the warriors’ skin turned cold and grey. Let go of dead hands only after the heart stopped, never earlier.

“She’s not a bird,” the young Lothbrok speaks up. Friedgeir looks at him curiously. “Can’t you see?” he asks with a chuckle on his tongue. “She must be a Valkyrie, leading fallen warriors to the gates of Odin's hall.”

The Jarl only nods slowly, pondering Hvitserk’s words. 

“If she is, perhaps death isn’t a too high price to be by her side.”

But he’s too young to be this patient and Hvitserk has to find a reason to be beside her now.

You’re taken aback when someone suddenly takes the wooden crate from your hands. The unexpected helper reveals himself to be none other but Hvitserk with a playful grin on his face. Despite giving all he could in the battle, just hours prior, he appears to still be vigorous as though the fight was a mere warm-up.

The man puts the heavy crate on his shoulder, securing it with one arm. What has given you backpain and cold sweat, seems like no chore to him. The Ragnarsons really are a different strain.

“Where do you want this?” he asks casually.

“At the pyre.” You point in the vague direction of where the bodies will be burned. “Illness thrives within the old, used dressings.”

Hvitserk begins wandering to the place you have pointed out and, not sure why, you begin to follow him. His strides are long and sure, his breathing calm and steady. He hardly fits the image of a man who had to fight like a rabid dog to survive just earlier that day.

“Are you not tired afer the battle?” you ask him. Confusion slips past your words.

“I am.” Hvitserk glances at you. It’s a quick look but you manage to notice him staring you up and down. “But I thought you might need help. You’ve been tending to the wounded for hours.”

A melodic, light chuckle escapes your lips.

“You’ve been watching me?”

His playful half-grin turns into a genuine smile. Staring at the road ahead, he almost looks bashful.

“I have a habit of admiring enticing things,” Hvitserks admits.

You feel your cheeks burning at the nonchalant compliment but you don’t let him notice that. Neither do you let his sweet words distract you.

“Then you must lead a busy, beautiful life.”

The man’s voice seems faraway and absent as he answers, as though his mind is suddenly occupied with vivid daydreams:

“Not yet.”

The noise of the camp is inaudible now. Only pine trees and wild berries accompany Hvitserk and you. A murder of crows suddenly takes flight as you pass by. Their cawing echoes through the empty forest.

You can’t quite put a finger on this sensation but something about Hvitserk makes you feel warm and calm inside. It’s the same feeling one experiences when sitting in front of a warm hearth after spending long hours in the cold. When the blood begins flowing again and the relief of not freezing to death is forgotten, the warmth and safety make one sleepy and giddy. But how can a man make you feel the same as a fireplace on a cold night?

Hvitserk sets the crate down with a low thud. The sound shakes you awake from your thoughts. A strong, putrid smell of blood, fresh wood and animal fat fills your nostrils. Even after all those years, it never gets easier to prepare people for their final journey.

“Thank you,” you begin awkwardly. Some more anxious part of you is suddenly terrified that he will somehow learn of your thoughts about him. “I don’t know if I could have carried it by myself all the way here.”

His lips curve into a sly grin and you can tell he’s about to weave a string of charming words but something about him distracts you instantly. Hvitserk’s shirt, once greyish-beige, is now brown and crimson. Not thinking much, you suddenly grab his arm. He doesn’t even get a chance to protest when you roll up his sleeve to reveal a, re-opened wound.

“Your hand is bleeding,” you state.

Hvitserk is unsure whether your stern gaze scares him or excites.

“It’s nothing.”

He tries to roll his sleeve back down but you swat his arm away. Pushing down on his shoulder, you force him to sit down on the ground with you.

“Well, it’s definitely going to scar,” you say quietly as you inspect the deep cut in his skin. “But the good news is, some women like men with scars. I know I do.”

You take out a sewing needle made from animal bone. For practicality, you’re used to wearing it pinned somewhere in your clothing. After all, one can never know when they might need it like when a handsome, charming Viking suddenly needs his wound stitched. Gods work in mysterious ways, truly…

A drop of blood drips from the wound each time you push the needle through the pale skin. Hvitserk is impressively collected - he only grunts a few times and clenches his teeth. 

“All done,” you whisper more to yourself than him. In a quick, mechanical manner you wipe the skin of his arm again and roll down the sleeve of his shirt. 

You’re standing up when Hvitserk decides he’s not quite done being the apple of your eye:

“How hurt does a man have to be for you to stay around longer?”

As though he didn’t just get stabbed eigh times in his cut and bruised arm, he’s staring at you with than same insufferable mischieviousness that you’ve grown to love so much. Sometimes you wonder whether this is exactly the reason he’s never had trouble charming women.

“A broken rib would do it,” you say with a shrug. “Or you could just ask.”

Suddenly, Hvitserk jumps to his feet. A newfound fire is burning inside him - a flame known only to those, whose affections are returned.

“Please?”

Jokingly, you frown at him.

“I didn’t know the Lothbroks knew such words,” you say in a surprised tone.

You feel his fingers dragging up your arm until his palm gently brushes against your cheek. The skin of his hand is dry and calloused, standing in a stark opposition to its owner.

“We hold it for special occasions.” Hvitserk’s voice is low, almost raspy.

“And me standing here is somehow special?”

“You don’t even know,” he whispers. His breath is hot against your cheeks. But how can a man make you feel the same as a fireplace on a cold night?

“Then tell me.”

At that moment, he knows he will have his entire life to remind you just how special you are to him; he will have his whole saga to love a Valkyrie.

[dekustowel]

[chapter 18: the one where they face the music]

summary: in which izuku midoriya, class 2A’s resident sweetheart, agrees to help you catch the eye of your crush, the infamously stoic, shoto todoroki. it should be easy enough, right? izuku is todoroki’s best friend and feelings aren’t that hard to catch. that might just be the problem.

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YOU ARE COMPLETELY HELPLESS.

And boy, oh boy, do you know it.

because only you could watch a boy walk into such a romantically decorated room, hand in hand with another girl, and still have your heart beat to the rhythm of every step he takes. only you could watch him tuck a stray hair behind her ear and still have your heart hammer against your chest at the idea of him doing that to you. and only you could watch as his emerald eyes scan the room subtly and delusionally think that he's looking for you.

there was probably a gaping hole on the side of your head, with the way your once boisterous friends stood quietly to your left, looking at you to gauge any negative reaction.

you weakly shoot a smile their way before gazing at the spectacle in front of you once more.

it doesn't take much for midoriya and camie to capture the attention of the whole room - izuku midoriya is gorgeous in his own right, he always has been - but tonight he is resplendent. black tuxes have always been known to make a man more attractive. sure, that was true. but as midoriya moves further into the room it became strikingly obvious not only to you, but to everyone else in the room, that the black tuxedo might've been made for him and him alone.

you slam your eyes shut tightly, knowing that if you stare at him any longer a pool of drool will drown you and everyone else in this auditorium. and your insurance definitely doesn't cover that.

you focus your attention on your friends and their dates standing next to you, turning your back to your crush and his date, ignoring the sinking feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach.

"now i feel insecure. babe, we should leave early and change into our jammies." kirishima mumbled, pulling at the points of his hair, and avoiding eye-contact.

"babe, you look great, stop it." she assures him, stopping his nervous tick it's tracks, and soothingly rubbing his back.

"i will admit he's better looking than anyone gives him credit for - dare i say, he's underrated." kaminari pipes up, earning a nod in agreeance from his girlfriend.

"babbeeee, you weren't supposed to agree." kaminari whines, earning and eyeroll from jirou.

"you feeling okay, y/n?" your best friend asks, causing your laughter at your electric friend to die in your throat, a look of concern pressed against his features. sero's date, a nice guy from general studies you'd met previously, shares the same look. clearly, sero has clued him in.

"mhm. i'm doing swell." you hum, as an itch crawls up the side of your arms.

was the room always this loud?

"are you even listening to me?"

no.

no you weren't.

that was a hard thing to do when the mumblings and giggles of the nearby groups of girls were reverberating in your ears at unsafe decibels.

it's not easy to ignore the sound of his laugh or see his perfect smile and look away, but you do it. you do it because you have to.

but for whatever reason it's damn near impossible to tune out the strangers who would've never given him the time of day otherwise talking about him.

"damn, i should've dm-ed him when i had the chance. he's hot."

"is the girl he came with his girlfriend? fuck, does she even know how lucky she is?"

"the things i would do to see that tux on the floor of my r-"

tune it out. tune it out. tune it out.

the longer you listen, the more enraged you'll become, and you have absolutely no right to be enraged. you're not his girlfriend. you're not anyone. you're not camie. you're not camie.

a calloused hand places itself on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. your date stands next to you, a blank expression on his features, as he stares past you and over at the dazzling couple behind you.

you glance over your shoulder, watching as camie places a shy hand on midoriya's bicep, leaning into him as they greet his friends. she looks absolutely stunning, a little uncomfortable, but beautiful all the same. then again, you can't name a time she didn't.

why couldn't you have driven a less attractive woman into the arms of the man you love? it would have at least made you feel a little better about yourself.

"you need a drink," katsuki mumbles beside you, slicing your intense thoughts in half. he'd always been good at that, snapping you back into reality. you'd almost forgotten he was there because of how quiet he's been since you arrived. despite claiming that you would immediately part ways upon arrival, he hadn't left your side once since the night began.

you turned your attention to the typically-aggravated blonde standing closely beside you, as the light hand on your shoulder begins to steer you away from your anxieties in human form and to something less daunting: the snack bar.

"have you ever liked someone so much that you didn't care if they liked you back? you just cared if they were happy?" you asked a few minutes later, after tucking into one of the mini cupcakes they had on display.

"no, but it seems to be a common thing that you idiots feel," he responds honestly, handing you a cup of fruit punch.

"is this spiked?"

"drink it."

you do. it's fucking horrible.

"do you think it's a bad thing to feel?" you ask.

"i think it's neither here or nor there, it seems to be something you people with overly big hearts feel," your date responds, "i cannot imagine telling the person i like to be with someone else just because i want them to be happy. be happy with me or be single - that's how i feel about the whole thing."

"that's awful, kats."

"no, that's fighting for what you want. something you haven't even tried to do. you heard there was competition and gave up before you even tried. you don't even really know how deku feels." he retorted.

"of course, i do! i mean look at who he came with." you shift your head slightly in the direction you knew camie and midoriya were standing, still unable to look at them.

bakugou shakes his head, convinced that you have got to be the most daft person in this auditorium right now, "you are helpless."

you laugh at that.

"listen, you could stand here sulking all night, and fuck, i'd let you, i don't give that much of a shit," he continues, "but this stupid dance has been at the forefront of everyone's mind, and it would be great if i didn't have to hear you bitching and moaning about how you didn't have a good time tomorrow morning."

a mischievous, yet genuine smile creeps up your face as you extend your hand out to the blonde in front of you, "that was a roundabout way of asking me to dance, katsu."

"shut up."

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IZUKU MIDORIYA IS THE DUMBEST MAN ALIVE. yes, that may sound like a bold claim coming from a place of regret and self-pity, and lord knows that may be true - but what if i told you it was the full unadulterated truth? that he truly was the most incompetent person in the room he was in? 

would you believe me? 

honestly, it wouldn't matter if you didn't.

because he believes it.

he believes it for me, you, and everyone else within a thousand-mile radius. he believes it from the top of his head all the way down to the tips of his toes. he believes it so much you can visibly see him shaking with anger at his position at the snack bar.

he doesn't even really remember how he got here. from the moment he stepped out of the 4-kilometer limo, his entire night so far has been blurring together.

he remembers helping camie out of the limo, he remembers entering the auditorium, and he remembers the whispers. but he does not remember seeing you.

for a moment he believes that you've decided to stay home. for a moment he is convinced he can leave this dance early and go and talk to you at your dorm a day early.

but that's not the case.

god, he wishes that were the case because now he has to stand here, against the back wall of the dancefloor, and watch you dazzle the room as you switch between dance partners captivating every person who your hands meet.

izuku midoriya is the dumbest man in the world today because he hurt you yesterday, and there is nothing he can do about it until tomorrow.

so he has to fill his night with playing the wallflower role, watching you from a safe distance. not that he could get any closer if he wanted to. sero's been watching him since the night began and there was almost no way in hell that midoriya was getting to you without going through him first.

he watched wordlessly as bakugou, his nemesis, best friend, and the other things in between, entered the rotation. he twirled you up in the air, the most angelic giggles escaping from your lips, cries of laughter between pleas of mercy.

izuku wonders about the last time that smile was directed at him. he also wonders how discreetly he can activate one-for-all before bakugou notices and attacks him first.

it's been a long time since midoriya felt an ounce of jealousy toward his childhood friend. i mean, you live 14 years in a man's shadow and you think that's the most resentment you can feel towards him.

how shocking it must be to realize that years of childhood trauma don't even hold a candle to what he's feeling right now?

midoriya threw his head back downing the last of his overly sweet, potentially-spiked punch. 

"drowning yourself in gross drinks doesn't help by the way," an unexpected voice called from beside him. izuku glanced over only to be met with the side profile of his good friend, ochaco.

she leaned against the wall cooly, bopping her head to the pop music playing, "have you spoken to her yet?"

"i haven't. sero's been playing guard dog all night," the freckled teen commented, reaching to pour himself another drink before his hand was swatted away by his friend.

"you gonna confess?"

"i mean in a normal circumstance you would. but i don't even have real confirmation that she likes me. i only have context clues, and todoroki's cryptic ass texts."

"you need more than that?"

"hearing her say it would be nice because the googly eyes she's making at kacchan right now aren't helping my confidence much." midoriya laughed drily, resting his face in his palms, "it also doesn't help that she thinks I have feelings for someone else."

"you've both really made a mess of things." she comments bluntly.

"thank you, that's helpful."

it's silent for a few moments after that, causing midoriya to turn his head and look at his friend. she appears contemplative with her furrowed eyebrows and the chewing of her bottom lip.

"you want help, deku? fine, i'll give you help. you're gonna have a window of 17 seconds to get to her without anyone intervening." she states, out of practically nowhere.

"i beg your pardon?"

"i'm going to distract sero and his date, it's going to take roughly 17 seconds before he realizes what's going on and turns around to get to y/n, by then, i expect you to already be there confessing your undying love or whatever," she explains as she stands up.

"i can't-"

"can't or won't?" she shuts him down immediately, already walking away before midoriya was able to get a word in at all.

instantaneously, uraraka is at work, she is delighting sero and his boyfriend, and they're laughing as midoriya is cutting through the crowd as inconspicuously as possible.

he finally reaches bakugou, who is no longer dancing with you and instead recording videos for kirishima and mina.

"where is y/n?" midoriya hurriedly asks.

"what took you so fucking long, idiot?" the irritated blonde inquired.

"doctor's orders: stay away from y/n."

"and you actually listened to that crap? psh, now i really know you're an idiot," bakugou rolls his eyes, "she's dancing with that metal fucker from 2b."

it doesn't take much effort to find tetsutetsu. the strobe lights on the dancefloor reflects off him making him an equal parts blinding disco ball and a beautiful one.

"tetsu, do you mind if i cut in?"

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his voice immediately sends shivers up your spine, causing each individual hair on your body to stand on end.

please tetsu. please tetsu. please tetsu.

the downside to tetsu being metal is that he cannot feel the change in pressure applied to his body. because there's no way in hell he would've felt the vice grip you had on his shoulders and still assuredly and happily say, "go for it, bro! don't let me stop you!" and immediately step back into the crowd. that would've never happened.

unfortunately it did.

"don't run away. i need to talk to you." he exhaled, reading your thoughts in an instant, and practically cementing your feet in place.

you rolled you eyes sublty, crossing your arms over you chest hoping that this action will protect your heart from the incoming stabbing pain it will face.

i mean isn't it obvious why he wants to talk to you?

he saw you here with bakugou at some point during the night and he probably asked todoroki what was going on, and the jig was finally up. odd are he told him everything. and it's most likely he's flattered but uninterested.

this was izuku midoriya trying to let you down gently and god, did you feel pretty fucking pathetic.

you inhaled deepy as midoriya took your hand in his and pulled you close to him, making it impossible for him to not feel the rapid way in which your heart was beating. your face heated at the thought of him knowing just how nervous he made you.

you'd love to bathe in the warmth of his body and breathe in his pine scent, but you couldn't help but wonder where camie was. imagine how she'd feel if she saw you pressed up against her date like this.

before you could make a move to put distance between you and midoriya, he began speaking.

"are you thinking about, camie?" midoriya asked quietly, clearly able to read the expression on your face.

"yeah." you replied timidly.

"she's gone." he responded, emphasizing that last word.

you slowly raised your head, to meet his eyes for the first time since he arrived in the auditorium, "what?"

"she went to go see her boyfriend."

"i don't understand," you respond, a fog you didn't even realize was there to start with began to clear.

"i've been trying to tell you that camie and i were never together."

"but her twitter-"

"she was trying to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, which obviously it worked because she left within the first 20 minutes of us being here to be with him, which you would've noticed if you weren't avoiding me," he explained, taking your hand in his, "camie and i were never together. she and i were just using each other as a distraction from our problems. we are friends. nothing more nothing less,"

you stared at him in disbelief, the fog quickly turning into a red haze of anger, "why wouldn't you just tell me that from the beginning? and why did you even need to use camie? i mean, we'd gotten pretty close by that point, i don't understand why you couldn't confide in me, izuku," you say half to him, and half to yourself, ripping your hand out of his grasp in the process.

he loved hearing you say his first name, but not like this. not when you're angry with him.

"it is complicated," he frowned, defeat playing on his soft features.

"bullshit. you didn't trust me enough to talk to me about your problems. midoriya, i told you everything." you whisper-shouted, your heart jumping into your throat.

you'd quickly become very conscious of the fact that you were having this heated discussion in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by your peers. and it sure as hell didn't help that uraraka, sero, and, bakugou were all staring at you two from a distant spot on the wall of the dancefloor.

exasperated and mildly embarrassed, you unhook yourself from midoriya's steady grasp on your waist and storm your way out onto the balcony. he followed closely behind.

you thought the cold air would give you some clarity or maybe some kind of idea on how to navigate this conversation, but all it really did was anger you further, "why don't you trust me?" you choked out, tears brimming in your eyes.

"i- i do." midoriya pleaded.

"you don't!" you spat, turning your back to him and looking out to the musutafu skyline, finally allowing the tears to kiss your cheeks.

"you don't," you whispered, hanging your head, "you opted to rent a girlfriend and confuse the masses rather than just talk to me about your problems."

"how do you expect me to talk about my problems to the problem, y/n?" he finally snapped, turning you whole body to face him with one swift movement.

you pause, mulling over the weight of his words for a second.

"you're the problem, y/n." he starts, running an exasperated fist through his hair, "you've been the problem since the first time you messaged me. honestly, you've been the problem since we met!" he's pacing now, "seriously what did you want me to do? come to you and tell you how you're all i can think about and that all i wanna do is punch my best friend in the face because the girl i am hopelessly in love with loves him instead?"

he's in love with you?

izuku midoriya is in love with you?

your body is like a magnet, it moves all on it's own.

"you know, i had this whole speech i was gonna give you about how i was sorry for letting you think that even for an instant, there was another girl in my life that meant as much to me as you did-"

"oh, were you?" you cut in, stepping closer to him.

"-and i was going to tell you how sorry i am that i made you sad and that if you allowed me to do right by you, i would do everything in my power to make sure that you never felt sad again." he declares, breathless by the time he's finished his monologue.

"you have feelings for me?" you ask, inching closer to him.

"it's relatively impossible not to, y/n, have you met yourself?" he responds with a sigh, bringing his hand up to rub his forehead.

"poor taste." you quip, getting a rare eye roll from the boy in front of you.

"so, you started talking to camie to distract yourself from your feelings for me because you wanted me to be happy?" you question slowly, wanting to catch every change in reaction his face makes. you get a little closer.

"and you dropped todoroki without telling me because you thought i was into camie, and you wanted me to be happy?" he retorted. he's moving a little too.

a small laugh can't help but play in your throat before you deeply exhale, and bring your palm up to cup his freckled cheek. as if it were the most natural thing, he begins nuzzling into the warmth of your hand.

"i hate when he's right," you hum, thinking of your best friend and the first words he ever said to you when you mentioned involving midoriya in this whole mess, "he's never gonna let me live this down." you murmur, caressing the freckles under your thumb.

"when who is ri-" midoriya tries to inquire, but the words die in his throat, as you move towards him suddenly, lifting your head, and pressing your lips against his. after a few moments, you make a move to pull away, but the hand that wraps around your neck, and the other that holds your cheek holds you stationary, and simultaneously causes the kiss to deepen significantly. it does take much longer to confirm your suspicion that there is probably nothing else in the world you enjoy more than kissing izuku midoriya.

"wait, wait, wait," the greenette pulls away, earning a whiny groan from you, "as much i love that, i need to know what this means. i need to hear you say it."

"it means that i am hopelessly in love with you too. and that i'm sorry for putting you through that emotional rollercoaster. it means i am yours for as long as you'll have me." you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"hm." midoriya hummed in satisfaction, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, "can we agree on something?"

"sure."

"when it comes to one another, let's vow to be eternally selfish."

"pft, vowing to have you all to myself forever?" you laugh, "consider it done."

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FUN FACT: i am a sucker for a happy ending.

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[salmonskinrolltf]

hey there these video tapes sound pretty far out. The thing is, I’m this awkward, average looking gay dude who is slowly approaching a mid life crisis. I work as a math teacher at a local community college. And my days are filled with teaching students and my nights are spent wondering what I did with my life. Anyways, I really wanted to watch the Neighbors movie with Zac Efron. I’ve had the biggest crush on his obnoxious frat boy character! I mean that body is insane!

You eagerly tear open your Be Kind Rewind package and pull out the Neighbors VHS, barely noticing the die that falls into your hand. Nor do you notice your subconscious decision to toss it onto the floor, rolling a 3 in the process. As you place the tape in the VCR (has that always been there?), you hit rewind so it can play from the beginning.

You can’t wait to vicariously live the frat boy life you missed out on, even if it’s filtered through the perspectives of Seth Rogen and Rose Byrne as annoyed adults in their mid-30s, which hits much closer to home than you want it to. Excitement swells in your chest to the point that you feel almost giddy. You need to calm down a bit, so you take a swig of the beer you don’t remember putting on the table in front of you. Not on a coaster, even. That’s so unlike you…

As soon as the frothy beverage passes your lips, you feel a sense of calm dullness washing over you. You run a hand through your hair, which seems straighter and less tangled than usual.

As you take another sip, your phone pings with an email from a student asking about a particularly tough problem you presented during your lecture that day. You look up and see that the movie is still rewinding, so you suppose you have time to answer. But as soon as you open the email to explain the answer, the numbers start swimming in front of your eyes. The 3 should go… where again? And why the hell are there so many letters in there? This is math. Math is numbers, right?

Fuck, this is too frustrating. You toss your phone to the other end of the couch and chug the rest of your beer. You suddenly need to piss like a racehorse, so you head to the bathroom. Once you’re done, the dull buzzing in your head prevents you from even considering washing your hands, but you do stop by the sink when you see your reflection in the mirror.

Holy shit. Your face is, like, morphing or something. Your eyebrows thicken, your nose elongates, your jaw cracks and broadens. You feel a squirming feeling under your shirt and you tear it off, watching as muscle blossoms from beneath your skin. Any excess weight sloughing off, just like every last bit of body hair, leaving you with a taut and smooth torso. A brief flash of pain accompanies a tattoo that appears on your newly built pec.

You try to summon a feeling of shock, but you just… can’t. That dull buzzing is even stronger now. And you look too good, dude! You admire yourself in the mirror, not noticing as the bathroom furnishings change behind you.

You step out of the bathroom into the foyer of a house you no longer recognize. Well, you almost recognize it, but it’s definitely not YOUR house. You might have been able to put your finger on where you are, but something distracts you. A shirtless Zac Efron is standing in front of you with his shirt unbuttoned and a finger to his lips.

Is this… Are your fantasies coming to life? But in your fantasies, he’d be kissing you by now. He wouldn’t be giving you the shooing motion he’s currently doing. Za- Wait, what was his name? Zaccy? Zaddy? Teddy. Yeah, Teddy. Teddy whispers to you. “Get out of the way man, I’m pranking the new pledge.” You comply, your thoughts still hazy.

Your thoughts remain that way for the rest of the night. And for the rest of the week. And the rest of the month. But despite the constant dull roar, you put a few things together. You’re Pete Regazolli, proud vice-president of Delta Psi Beta. If you weren’t always this way, you don’t care to think about it. You’re still got a massive crush on Teddy, of course. You’re gay after all, and the whole frat knows it. But even if he isn’t into guys that way, at least you still get to spend all your time with him, staring at him when he’s not looking, touching him whenever you get the chance… A chance like the one you have right now, when you’re about to pull off a huge prank on this new pledge who has no idea what’s coming… Bro, it’s gonna be so lit!

[getcozylove]

note: i love pathetic men sm omg and this took way longer to write than it should of summery: you helped a bullied kid in the bathroom but at what cost? cw: suggestive?? nothing specific though, obsession, stalking, implied kidnapping  

Rio never had female attention, honestly, he never got attention at all to be quite frank. He mostly kept to himself, never had friends, and would just focus on assignments or projects. He was probably the person your parents would compare you to for always being at the top of his classes and passing with straight A’s. Though being the literal definition of a nerd took a big hit on his reputation and, inevitably, his social life too. Not like he cared, he wasn’t looking for a partner, and friends would just distract him. He just accepted that he would probably be alone for the rest of his life, with bullies reminding him every single day of that fact. "Hey, is Rio going home alone again? What happened to your  friends?" Another boy nudged him. "Oh, wait, he doesn’t have friends!” Both guys chuckled before walking off. You would notice some of these interactions, but didn’t interfere, afraid you might get bullied yourself. That was until you found Rio soaked in the bathroom, books scattered everywhere, and his clothes all disheveled. You knew he was bullied often, but you didn’t think people would go this far. “Hey, are you alright?” You picked up some of his books before lending a hand. “O-oh...Um...thanks..." He uses your hand as support before standing up on his own. "Here, I tried to pick up all the books; some of them don’t seem readable anymore, though..."  he nods in response, taking his books and getting ready to leave when suddenly you grab into his sleeve. “Your hair is still wet, let me dry it.” He looks hesitant about declining, but how can he say no when you look at him like that? “Sure...be quick...please...” Now you were both sitting on the floor with his head under the dryer, and you were ruffling his hair occasionally. Usually, you wouldn’t do this, honestly, you would have just let him leave, but you felt guilty. Maybe that's why you were doing this—to make yourself feel better rather than as a genuine favor. You didn’t get much time to think about that, though, as Rio started to gather his stuff before leaving and thanking you one last time. That should be the end, right? Just a lighthearted interaction, but oh, you would be so wrong... This boy was infatuated with you after that, and he tried his best to deny it at first, rationalizing to himself that you were just a regular classmate who helped him. But the more he tried to deny it, the more obsessed and attached he got. You were taking over his mind to the point where he couldn’t even focus on his studies! He yearned for you, your touch, voice, and attention. He needed all of it. He has been so deprived of all these things in his entire life that it started to take a physical toll on him, his hands would get shaky, his thoughts would all get jumbled and turn into mush, and his vision would get blurry. He needs you to function, or that's the excuse he says to himself when he's watching you sleep at 3 a.m. This cute little crush of his has turned into this twisted obsession. He watches you all day, thinks of you all day, and all his study sessions has turned into studying every single thing about you. He practically knows you more than yourself. He would also get more perverted because of you, imagining you squirming and panting under him being with you! But soon, imagining and stalking wasn’t enough, he needed you, and he wasn’t going to wait any longer… 

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Honestly really like the many different and varying interpretations of Naegami and I am just going to gush about it with some small Naegamigiri/Toenaegiri in there too for good measure! Like, one interpretation I've seen is Byakuya being that angry, lanky, over-protective, boyfriend. Peak guard dog energy. And, Richie Rich over here is ready for violence and has vigorously prepared for potential knife fights. The prick would SO start some shit and get in a knife fight if necessary. Or he'd sue for all the worthless pennies the instigator being mean to his boyfriend is worth. Cus, when in doubt, suing is Byakuya's main. Or both options. Like, knife fight, sues, somthing, something, PROFIT. The emotional kind of profit though since Makoto is now safe from the Karens. Minus HIM of course/hj There's then "Makoto happy doggo boy" and "Byakuya grumpy feline". Like this one too. I just enjoy comparing these two to a cat and a dog getting along and trading smooches on a park bench while contemplating if they should REALLY feed the birds or not and why people do it to begin with before they just cycle through topic after topic together. They don't have to like... actually be a cat and a dog for that though. All about the vibes! If Makoto was a dog though, his tail would be wagging CONSTANTLY. You just can't put him down. Guy just has golden retriever energy. Even though I have never interacted with a golden retriever so.... Yeah. Also, another dynamic that goes into this one is just that grumpy boy and sunshine dynamic. This is nice too. It is them. The homies. Honestly, most things that play up Byakuya's almost feral energy also makes me incredibly happy in life. Just ruffle the Karen cut a bit and BOOM! Full fletched wet cat looking prick! Either that or skrungly energy. There is no in-between. To be honest, it is so funny that he has this energy for me. Like, he's a billionaire loser! Why am I attached?! (i know why but silly joke time :D ) A good one is also ones where Makoto is just getting info dumped by Byakuya. Like, it's just Makoto existing while Byakuya blabbers on about his hyper fixations and special interests which I do have some headcanons on what some of those specifically are because at this point, I've started projecting onto him and there is now no return. He's getting dorkified which honestly doesn't help cus he already looks and sounds like a dweeb in denial that he's a dork. Another one is just, these two knuckleheads getting into hijinks cus Makoto is just a magnet for trouble and Byakuya just can't stop starting shit. Adding Kyoko in the mix for that goody good sprinkle of Naegamigiri/Tonaegiri also gives is slight Scooby Doo hijinks I also appreciate. Insert Benny Hill Theme. It is legit just, Makoto existing and crap happening, Byakuya making more problems, and Kyoko being the one who fixes all the bullshit. Though this version of the trio gets me too. Just: "Makoto gets in trouble, Byakuya causes trouble, and Kyoko also causes trouble sometimes but she knows how to course-correct" I guess chaotic gays just do stuff to my brain. Releases the happy brain juices into my body and soul. Like, just let them do arson! It'd be great! Or just, Byakuya doing arson while Makoto sheds a singular tear.

There's also other stuff like, what makes the Naegami in a non-despair au alter from the Naegami with despair? That kinda stuff. I eat that shit up. All the shit. Too much shit. Chronically. This stuff is just fascinating to me. Cus there's questions to be had such as would they be as close in a non-despair story without some meddling? And the best part is that there's no right or wrong answer in a sense. It's fluid and nice and it's cool. Specifically regarding tropes and stuff for these two regardless of despair or non-despair is that good good slow burn. Like, the two of them slowly hanging out more and getting to know each other and badabing, badaboom, Byakuya's definitely not crushing HARD and he's also SOOOO not having having an identity crisis too while we're at it. Another thing I like are interpretations where the two of them are equals in a sense or instances where it's not just Makoto helping Byakuya out. Basically, where both boys get to help one another. This also doesn't really matter if it's despair or non-despair. I just like these two being a unit together! It can be as small as Byakuya helping Makoto be more assertive and not a total doormat or Makoto teaching Byakuya that he shouldn't put all this stress on himself or just hitting him with the reality that his childhood SUCKED. Or just, hitting him with the fact that he kinda a shitty poo poo head! Not like that though! Makoto would never shake him and say something like that. It'd be more like Byakuya coming to the realization that he treats others bad and he's a hypocrite. I want him to suffer a bit before he gets to be gay with the egg/hj Gosh. I'm probably missing so many differing interpretations I've seen or had, dang it! This may be a bit incoherent for all I know. Though, me try. This is also getting a bit too long so... Tldr; boys do kiss kiss

[narrans]

Stellar Allies | Part Six

GT July | Stellar Allies | Part Six

Jax and Cliff felt completely crushed.

No… we’re too late.

Words couldn’t even begin to describe what the boys started to feel.

Hurt.

Frustration.

Anger.

Hopelessness.

Loss.

All of these feelings were for someone who they had barely begun to get to know. Both boys weren’t even sure how to begin to make it right, but they knew they had to say something. They gazed down at the six inch tall figure as his shoulders began to tremble and shake. Ol’oih’s arms wrapped around himself as his head dipped lower and lower. He was almost completely doubled over now.

Oh gosh… this is bad. Jax thought. If his crew is in Area 51, we can’t do anything to help him. We don’t have access to that kind of place, and his escape pod is shot. Unless we can repair it and he can signal more of his friends or others from his planet, we can’t get them back.

Jax and Cliff glanced unsurely at one another, knowing something needed to be said. Just as they decided to break the silence, however, they noticed something. Hues of blue and pink began to emanate from the scales on his skin. Ol’oih uncurled his body and looked to the ceiling, eyes closed for a moment, before opening his obsidian orbs.

He looked relieved.

“They’re okay. They’re okay!”

“What? No way!” Cliff’s smile spread from ear to ear as he breathed a sigh of relief.

Jax’s features raised in surprise and joy. “Dude! No way. He found them? They’re not taken or anything?”

“They have gathered with the others. If this map is correct where this ‘Area 51’ is, then they are nowhere near it. They are at the rendezvous point with the others. It is close too,” pathed Ol’oih. His entire body thrummed with relief. He was sure his body was radiating vibrant colors all over, but he didn’t care.

His crewmates – his friends – were safe.

The relief he felt couldn’t be clouded now. Even though he knew there were countless other problems to solve, this was one that relieved an immense weight off of his chest. Over and over, as if it were grounding him, he repeated the phrase “They’re alive. They’re safe.”

From beside and behind him, Ol’oih heard the two boys celebrating too. It was an amazing thing knowing these two humans who barely knew him or understood anything about him had the capacity to celebrate with him. It was reassuring that he and his people weren’t entirely wrong about the human race.

All of this talk about conspiracies and these dangerous areas will be useful in the future. We’ll need to observe longer if we want to make a definitive decision about if and when to make contact in the future. Ol’oih thought to himself. Looking up at the two boys, who were smiling and patting one another on their shoulders, he couldn’t help but feel hopeful at the prospects of making true first contact with humanity.

“Okay, so… Ol’oih, what next? I mean, you said they’re close, right?” asked Cliff. “Do we need to help you fix your space pod? Or take you to meet the others? Or what? What do you need?”

Ol’oih thought about the question for a moment as he considered his options.

“I… no….”

The response surprised Cliff.

“N-no?” he echoed.

“What does he mean no? Is he… or… well… are you worried we might tell? Because we won’t. Promise! We want you to get home safe and back with your crew and everything. Right, Cliff?” reassured Jax.

“Yeah, absolutely. Ol’oih, we want to help you. I know hearing about the whole… conspiracies and Area 51 stuff wasn’t our best moment… but we really do just want to help,” agreed Cliff. Ol’oih looked up at the boys, his body now shifting back to the original blue hues he had before they began to shift from nerves. It finally seemed like he was feeling relaxed.

“It is not that. It is part of protocol,” pathed Ol’oih as he sat down on his knees, his body finally beginning to relax. “Protocol states that the separated members of the party should remain stationary and wait for the collective to arrive with support. The signal I sent should have alerted their transmitters to my location. It was a weak signal, but it still sent.

“The best thing I can do right now is wait and to continue my directive of gathering information and practicing my language skills with you until I receive orders. But, honestly, thank you. Sincerely. Both of you have been very helpful and I would most likely not be here without you. I am certain of that.”

Cliff smiled and looked over to Jax, whose confused expression almost made him look like a confused puppy.

“He’s saying he needs to wait for orders and that his crewmates should have his location. He also said thank you for helping him,” explained Cliff.

“Also, I… I did make a promise. You answered my questions, and now I should answer yours, if you have any,” pathed Ol’oih. “So, please, ask. I am indebted to you, and it is only fair.”

“Wow, okay. Cool! Um… we get to ask him questions now if we want,” translated Cliff. Jax’s eyes gleamed with scientific inquiry as he looked eagerly to Cliff and then back to Ol’oih.

“Well… um… I have one, if it’s okay,” said Jax. Ol’oih looked over to the boy, anticipating his question.

“Yes. I will answer anything as much as I can.”

“He said sure,” Cliff said.

“Um… okay… this is going to sound weird, but… can I try? Hearing you I mean? Or is it something that you can only connect or… path… to one human ever?” asked Jax. Ol’oih’s colors flared orange just for a moment as he, like he’d seen the boys do many times, nodded.

“No, I can connect to anyone or anything with a nervous system. It is something we discovered when conversing with other entities. It is why I needed to use my addon to path to Clifford. If it is alright with you, Clifford – or, Cliff – I could switch,” Ol’oih pathed.

Cliff felt a bit of disappointment that he would be on the receiving end instead of hearing Ol’oih directly, but he also knew it was only fair. With a sigh, he looked over at his friend and nodded. “He says he can path to you if you want. He said, ‘anyone or anything with a nervous system,’ which is super cool, by the way. You’re going to have to explain that.”

Ol’oih nodded, feeling amused at the boys’ banter, and gestured for Cliff to move his hand closer.

“I certainly will. The end of our addon, in terms of your anatomy and physiology, functions like the end of a nerve or neuron. Think of my addon like an axon and my vertebrae, or these segments of my tail, like the myelin sheath. The very end of my addon is the equivalent to one of your axon terminals, which connects to your dendrites. Pathing sends messages and signals from me to you like neurotransmitters, which your mind interprets as my voice. Make sense?”

Cliff felt absolutely lost at this explanation and looked hopelessly at Jax.

“That was a lot of info all at once. Um… basically it’s like a nerve and neuron from anatomy. Um… I’ll let Ol’oih explain. First, how are you going to… um… disconnect?” asked Cliff. “And is it going to… you know… leave another gash?”

Ol’oih winced at the words as guilt hit him again.

“I do apologize for that again. I should have been more direct and more careful when establishing the initial link. And, to answer your question, no. Actually, I have something for that. Just… do not be alarmed. You are carbon based, correct?” pathed Ol’oih as he stood and walked up to the base of Cliff’s hand where his addon was attached.

The two boys watched, fascinated, as Ol’oih lifted his hand and, unexpectedly, spat into his hand. The substance was a light cyan and looked like the cheap slime from a Dollar Store toy isle container. At the same time, he twisted his addon out of Cliff’s hand before smearing the gelatinous substance onto the place where he’d been attached moments before. He quickly did it again, this time smearing it into the glistening gash he’d made earlier during his attempt to connect the first time.

Without the connection, Cliff couldn’t hear Ol’oih’s explanation for what was going on. So, like the little alien said, Cliff decided to trust him and lifted his hand up closer to examine the cyan colored substance. The moment he did, however, his eyes widened as he watched his skin netting and meshing itself back together. It was like watching a wound heal in fast motion, the skin sealing and not leaving so much as a trace from this or the previous connection point.

“Woah! Dude! Are you seeing this?” asked Cliff as he held out his hand to Jax. “My hand is healing, and fast too.”

“No way! Your spit has healing properties?” asked Jax. “That’s so cool!” Jax looked down in time to see Ol’oih nodding right as he gestured for Jax to lower his hand. Eagerly, he did so. Right hand firmly on the base of the escape pod, Jax felt himself shaking nervously as Ol’oih pressed the tip of his addon against his thenar. Grabbing the end firmly, Ol’oih pressed and twisted simultaneously as he felt himself connecting to Jax.

“Ow… that stings and feels super weird,” muttered the teen as he looked down at his hand where the alien’s tail connected to him. He could see a tiny dot of blood forming around the base, but his fascination with the connection point shifted instantly when he heard a small voice in the back of his mind.

“Apologies. I know this must not be the most comfortable, but it is the only way I can communicate with you,” pathed Ol’oih. Jax’s eyes widened as he heard the alien’s voice for the first time.

“Woah! Dude… this is freakin’ awesome!” grinned Jax. Cliff nodded eagerly as he looked between his best friend and their new comrade. “So, what was that you were telling Cliff about how this works? Sorry. If you don’t want to explain it again, you don’t have to.”

Ol’oih’s colors shifted subtly between blues and oranges before he pathed, “No. I do not mind at all.”

Once again, the miniscule alien explained the process of how he was able to communicate, using the same examples as before when explaining everything to Cliff. Jax, however, had done a bit more research into the topic and better knew what Ol’oih was talking about with the whole nerve and neuron functions.

“Makes sense. Your tail… or… addon… just makes your body one big nerve that basically exists outside of our own bodies. That’s wicked cool,” grinned Jax. “Okay, so do you mind if we ask a few more questions?”

“Not at all.”

“Okay, then do you mind me asking about your hair? Like… do you absorb things through your hair? How does that work?” asked Jax.

“Hair?”

“Yeah, like this,” said Jax as he reached up with his left hand and pulled at a few strands of his hair. “Hair. It’s the stuff on your head, right?”

“Oh! I see. That is what you call it. For us Stren, it is called ‘liv.’ It is how we absorb nutrients into our bodies. You and your friend made a comment about ‘brain food,’ but you are not entirely wrong. Much like my addon, the liv on my head absorb sustenance and distribute it throughout my body to whatever appendage needs it the most.

“Usually, that is my khonsci, which is the equivalent of your mind and spirit. It keeps me functional and mobile. It is like a baseline survival instinct our bodies have. Does that make sense?” pathed Ol’oih.

“Yeah, that does make sense,” stated Jax.

“What? What’d he say?” asked Cliff, already hating the fact that he couldn’t hear everything that was going on. “Is it actually hair? Or is it something else?”

“He says it’s actually called ‘liv’ and that it absorbs food and sends it to where it needs to go. Also, I think they’re consciousness is called’ khonsci.’ And ‘Stren?’ That’s what you’re called? Right?” asked Jax.

“That is correct. Excellent summarization,” he commended through his pathing. “Now, anything else?”

“Okay, any other questions that you can think of Cliff?”

“Yeah, actually,” said Cliff eagerly as he readjusted his legs to sit comfortably. “How do you know so much about us and our language? You said you were a language specialist of sorts, right? Does that mean you know all languages? Or just English? And how did you even learn that much without talking to us?”

“That is a great question. I am actually glad you asked, considering I am practicing for the first time with you two. Am I doing well?” pathed Ol’oih.

“Yeah, really well. Oh, right. He’s asking if he’s doing well speaking – or, pathing – our language,” explained Jax. “And, I mean, some of it sounds a little quirky and overly formal, but overall, you’re doing a great job.”

“Thank you. I am trying to expand my vocabulary, but practical application is different than study in a classroom. Also, to answer Clifford’s question, I am technically proficient in nearly every human language. I have a, as you all might say, knack for languages, which is why I pursued this career as well as my fascination with interstellar communication between beings.

“To answer the other part of your question, we have been learning your languages through the electromagnetic waves radiating in your atmosphere. The kinds of waves that our sensors are able to detect exist between a certain amount of hertz, which is abundant in your atmosphere. Based on our sensors and interpretations, we were able to discern that what we were detecting was language.

“It took time to identify the different languages, but we were able to divide them up and learn from them. Unfortunately, our sensors were not equipped to detect visuals based on the type of electromagnetic current these waves emit, meaning our sense of nonverbal communication from humans is limited. It is one of the things I was hoping to study on our expedition here if I am being honest,” pathed Ol’oih. “Most of our information came from various things called ‘podcasts’ and ‘shows,’ though I am not entirely sure of their specifics. Could you explain them to me?”

“Cool.” Jax turned to Cliff and explained the different elements of the most recent path from Ol’oih, condensing the information into brief points about radio transmissions and reading electromagnetic waves.

“So, you basically just listened to our different radio programs and learned our language from that?” asked Cliff.

“Yes, that is correct.” Ol’oih confirmed. He watched as Cliff and Jax looked at one another in fascination.

“So, he basically did what RM did, but instead of using the show ‘Friends,’ he and the other Stren were using our radio shows and programs,” stated Jax.

“Basically,” agreed Cliff. “I almost feel bad for them though. Learning our language through radio shows? I mean, not to knock our entertainment system via voices, but the vocabulary from some of these shows is severely limited. There are hardly any ‘educational’ programs on the radio anymore. Thank goodness they had access to podcasts and other media.”

“I disagree. There are still college radio programs that can be considered educational. Though you’re right. Podcasts and the other media shows they might’ve had access to would be their best bet if they were trying to learn about our world and what we know,” Jax stated.

“So, wait, if your people were able to pick up our radio waves, does that mean others could too? And does that mean we’re making noise in the whole ‘Dark Forest Theory’?” asked Cliff. He felt a touch of anxiety welling up in his chest as he looked down at Ol’oih, whose coloration shifted slightly as he looked to Jax.

“Dark Forest Theory?” he pathed.

“Oh, yeah. Um… it’s basically a theory we have here on earth that there are other alien civilizations out there in the universe, but we don’t know about them because everyone is hiding from one another. The idea is that the universe is a dark forest, hence the theory name, and there are lots of dangerous things living in the dark forest, so you need to keep quiet so that those dangerous things don’t find you and kill you,” explained Jax.

“Ah! I believe I understand. So, keeping quiet will keep your presence undetected from potential invading beings. The premise is that it is better to keep quiet and not attempt to make contact because of the unknown intentions of the other beings,” Ol’oih pathed.

“Yeah, basically. Do you have anything like that? I mean, I’m guessing not since you’re here observing and making contact with us, right?” asked Jax.

“Quite the contrary. For us, it is called the Dregvoik Alqan Effect. It is basically the same premise, but it goes further in that if contact is made, there are additional steps that must be taken to ensure the safety and survival of our people. It also advises on best approaches for observation and contact protocols,” Ol’oih explained. “We have had a few colonies destroyed on uninhabited planets and moons we terraformed because of hostile beings, but our precautions prevented them from locating our home.

“Rest assured, we always take precautions when on informational gathering missions. It is what made this mission so unusual. I do not believe we collided with anything, and our ship should have looked like one of your satellites in orbit. I will not know until I see the ship log, but I think there is something going on with this.”

“You think your ship would be able to tell you what happened?” asked Jax. “And does that mean our radio waves can be picked up by these other entities?”

“I can only hope. That is, of course, if I make it back to the rest of the crew, which I am certain I will. And as for your question, I do not believe so. Our equipment is set to such a low electromagnetic frequency that I doubt any space faring being would think to explore a bandwidth at a Hurtz level as low as your radio transmissions.”

“Well, that’s good news at least,” sighed Jax.

“What?” Cliff inquired. Jax spent the next few minutes abbreviating everything Ol’oih explained, getting the pronunciation wrong a few times and correcting it with the guidance of their alien companion. They immediately bounced theories and ideas back and forth about this new set of information, their excitement becoming contagious.

The dazzle of science and discovery was evident in their eyes, and Ol’oih was very quickly picking up their use of nonverbal communication. His own curios mind was reeling after sharing and learning from the two human boys. Though it was hard for the human boys to see, Ol’oih was also filled with fascination and the urge to discover just like them.

He was right. Learning in a classroom was one experience, but it didn’t compare to learning firsthand in the field with people who spoke the native language.

“Wait! Does that mean you know a lot of music?” asked Jax as he turned back to Ol’oih, who had taken to sitting down onto the ground as he listened to the others bounce ideas back and forth between one another. At the mention of music, Ol’oih’s black eyes gleamed.

“Music? Oh, yes! I believe that is what it was called. The words are extended beyond normal pronunciation and tone and pitch alter depending on surrounding sound waves?” pathed Ol’oih eagerly.

For as long as he could remember, he’d been entranced by the odd waves he would study when these patterns would fluctuate, and now he had the words for it.

“Yeah, that’s the basic concept for it. Dude, we’re going to have so much fun with this,” grinned Jax. “Well, let me ask. Do your people, the Stren, have music and movies and stuff like that? Things that you watch and listen to for entertainment?”

Ol’oih contemplated the question for a moment before nodding slowly, pathing, “I believe we do. We have visual stimuli most of us find amusing or entertaining and there are traditional pieces we all know. It is mostly harmonies and emotional conveyance. We do not necessarily need words to express sensations. Perhaps I can find a way to use my pod to transmit sound you will be able to detect to better explain what I am trying to convey.”

“No, I think I get it. Oh, Cliff, he’s saying that they have things like movies and their music is mostly pieces that convey emotion and stuff like that. He says they don’t always need words to express sensations,” translated Jax.

“Oh, you mean like how your skin and scales shifts color?” asked Cliff as he pointed to Ol’oih’s cheek and then to his own where the little alien’s coloration had shifted back to primarily blues and oranges. Taking a page from their book, Ol’oih nodded.

“Exactly. Our ciferi alternate hues of color which reflect our mental and emotional state in the present moment. We receive training to better control impulses and emotional flares when we are very young, and advanced training during basic for missions like this. It is to help convey a neutral slate as to not alarm whoever we are interacting with.

“Our hues also have different meaning to different beings, so indicating the correct hue while communicating is crucial to prevent offence and maintain good relations. Unfortunately, that is the one course I struggled with. Almost failed entirely, as you might have seen based on my nerves and excitement getting the better of me,” Ol’oih pathed.

“He basically said that you’re right. Colors and hues indicate emotions, and he said he almost failed his training because he was having trouble controlling his emotions,” said Jax. “And I think his skin, or at least the thing that changes color, is called ciferi?”

“Correct.”

“Wow, that’s awesome,” Jax grinned. “Oh! And he said earlier that he might have some music equivalent in his emergency pod that he can show us. That is, if he can figure out how to get it to transmit sound that we can hear.”

Cliff’s heart raced with excitement, but he also felt a pang in his chest. While Jax translated for Ol’oih, there were moments when their alien companion would look over toward the dots on the distorted screen. It was subtle, but from time to time there were flashes of yellow and gray mixed in with the oranges and blues.

If what their alien friend was saying was true about his emotions, it meant that he was probably feeling a bit nervous. At least, that was what the little mood ring paper said when Cliff read it. His mind wandered as he thought about everything Ol’oih must be going through.

He was on a foreign planet.

His friends and crewmates were close, but not close enough to just saunter outside to go and see.

He was essentially talking to giants, which would have been terrifying if Cliff was in his position. In a way, he actually felt like he could relate to Ol’oih, seeing that everyone around him was usually a towering giant, because of his achondroplasia.

It almost felt odd that Ol’oih was alright with just staying put and waiting for his crew to come and get him.

I wonder, Cliff thought as he watched Ol’oih glance subtly at the screen again. I wonder if he’s worried that they won’t come get him. In a situation like this, it might be one of those Spock moments – the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few… or the one. If he’s the only one on his own, he might have been written off by the others. Yeah, he sent the signal and everything to let them know his location, but that doesn’t mean they’ll come.

Cliff decided to bring it up. The last thing he wanted was for Ol’oih to feel trapped, especially when he and Jax could help.

“Um… not to burst the bubble or anything like that, but… Ol’oih?” Cliff’s sudden change in tone made Jax’s smile shift slightly to a look of concern, and the same went for Ol’oih. “I… well… Are you sure you don’t want us to go out and help you find them? Your crew I mean. I saw you glancing over at the screen. It wouldn’t be any trouble, and if they’re close it means you can be reunited faster. Not that we don’t want to have you around and everything. It’s just… I don’t know… maybe I’m reading too much into this, but I don’t want you to feel left out or left behind. Not if we can do something about it.”

At this, Ol’oih felt his shoulders slump ever so slightly. Cliff had pinpointed his exact fears. There was no hiding it now.

Yes, he was terrified he would be left behind. He hadn’t lied to the two companions he had found, but he hadn’t told them the entire truth. Yes, he was supposed to wait after sending the signal. The second, more gut wrenching part was the fact that the danger level had to be assessed before Ol’oih could be rescued or retrieved, depending on the situation.

There were dozens of stories about how a Stren had to be left behind or left to defend themselves for extended periods of time because they were unable to be retrieved. Ol’oih had prepared for this physically through training; but now that it was happening to him, he didn’t feel ready in the slightest.

The final part of the “shipwrecked directive” was that any safe location, whether it be a base of operation or established waypoint for observation to take place on the surface of the planet, had to be kept top secret.

No one was to know where it was other than those crew members involved.

It meant that as much as Ol’oih wanted Jaxson and Clifford to take him back to find his people, he couldn’t allow it to happen. Despite the trust these two had earned, he had been sworn to secrecy. His training had even included torment and potential torture methods and how to resist them to prevent him from divulging the information.

Did he dare share these parts of the protocol? He’d already shared so much, and these two didn’t seem to project any malicious intent and seemed genuine.

I think… I can trust them. Not with the location, but with everything else. Ol’oih thought to himself. His body thrummed with his electrified nerves as he took a breath to brace himself. Though the boys hadn’t portrayed anger and didn’t seem prone to violence, he was still uncertain about how they would react to his active deception.

“I… my apologies,” pathed Ol’oih. Jax’s confused look immediately prompted the alien being to continue. “I… I do want you to help me. I do want you to take me to the others. Few things would make me happier than to be reunited with them; but, I cannot let you. There are… rules. Directives. I cannot let you take me to the others because of safety protocols.

“Though I do not believe you are a threat to us, I… I have to stay here. It does not matter how much time passes. I cannot go find them. Since the others made it to the rendezvous point and I did not, I am the outlier. If we were all scattered, the protocol would be different. If I had not been found by you two, the protocol would be different. I… I am sorry. I should have said something sooner.”

“Oh…” Jax mumbled, realizing now what the alien meant. He looked toward his friend, catching his eye, as he conveyed the pathed message. “Um… he basically said you’re right. He does want to be taken back, but he can’t. There are rules and stuff to help keep him and the others safe.”

“So, he thinks we’re going to hurt him? Or tell about them?” asked Cliff.

“No, he emphasized that’s not the case. It’s just part of the rules that he has to stay put and wait for the others to come find him. I’m sure there are specifics to the rules and stuff, but he didn’t explain further. He just said that the protocol says he has to stay,” explained Jax.

Cliff sighed, feeling his shoulders slump. “So, it is a ‘needs of the many, needs of the few’ argument,” he mumbled. “Curses, that’s crushing.”

“I understand I was not entirely honest with you, and I apologize. I understand if you want me to leave and provide for myself, but… please… do not be angry. I have enjoyed getting to know you, and I would not want to lose my allies because of my mistake and misjudgment,” Ol’oih pleaded, conveying through the connection how sorry he was.

“He says sorry for not telling us everything,” explained Jax. “And he hopes we’re not angry with him and that he’ll leave if we want him to. He says we’re allies now.”

Cliff and Jax exchanged a look, each already knowing what the other was going to say. Ol’oih, on the other hand, glanced from boy to boy trying to discern their body language and the silent exchange they seemed to have with one simple look. Then, Cliff looked at him with a partial smile tugged onto his face.

“It’s okay, dude. Don’t worry,” said Cliff. Relief flooded Ol’oih’s thrumming body as he looked into the boy’s face. “I was just worried that you felt like you couldn’t leave. Like we were going to keep you against your will or something weird like that. And you don’t have to leave. Honestly, you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.

“I mean, we have to make sure my parents don’t find out about you because they’ll probably freak out; but, you are more than welcome to stay here while you’re waiting for your crew.”

Ol’oih’s ciferi were radiating multiple gradations of color from blues to pinks and reds and greens and even hints of a coppery brown. Too many emotions were welling up inside him as he looked between the two boys.

“Yeah little man. You can stay here with us. If you need help and stuff like that, we can do that. I still have dozens of questions about your world and all the stuff you’ve done. And ‘allies’ is a bit formal. Let’s just bit the bullet and call it like it is – we’re friends,” beamed Jax.

Friends. My human friends.

“I… I would like that. I would like that very much, as long as it will not be an inconvenience or imposition,” Ol’oih pathed. Both boys chuckled when they imagined how much a six inch tall alien could be an “inconvenience” and waved away the concern.

“No worries. We’re going to get you back to your people, whenever that might be. Now that that’s over, let’s figure out how to listen to your music equivalent. I’ve always wanted to futz around with alien tech,” grinned Jax eagerly.

Ol’oih felt relief swelling inside him as he glanced once again at the dots on his pod screen.

Don’t worry guys. I’m going to be alright. I have a couple of friends and, one way or another, I’ll make it back to you. Until then, I’ll keep up our mission to gather more information about human language and culture. There’s so much I can learn from these two.

Truly, they’re stellar allies. No. Better than that.

They’re my friends.

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@gianttol #gtjuly #gtjuly2024

[titaniasfairy]

slightly perv!anakin who can’t help but jerk off when you sleep :(((

cw: fem!reader , voyeurism

anakin’s surrounded by guys in the jedi academy nearly everyday, so of course he’s never had a pretty girl to fawn over!

sure, he’s seen the dancers and ladies in the bars that he has to frequent for missions with obi-wan, but he’s never had someone to fawn over. poor boy has never had a crush!! ever!!

but when you arrived, daughter of a foreign leader who’s currently dealing with border disputes, he was whipped.

you didn’t want to be in coruscant at all, the loud noises and bright lights were a big change from the quiet wildlife in your home planet. you’d spend most days in the council building’s library reading folklore from other planets,

immersed in another reality while sat on a weirdly shaped couch.

one particular day, you were reading about a forbidden romance between a princess and a junk smuggler. your nose was so deep in the book you could practically smell the tree the pages came from.

you walked the library aisles mindlessly while reading your book, hands shaking from the anticipation of the story. before you could turn the page you were interrupted by a large body running into you.

“hey watch where you’re-“ anakin pauses, who were you? you definitely weren’t some padawan or a librarian, no. you were gorgeous, all clad in royal fabrics with a complicated hairstyle and makeup. but your face was definitely not pleased when your book was knocked out of your hand.

“i’m sorry about that” he leans down to pick up your book, and when he stands back up he towers over you. blue eyes staring into yours, with a beautiful yet messy mop of curls on his head. you couldn’t help but stare for a moment or two.

“if you don’t mind me asking- who are you? you don’t look like you belong here- no offense.” anakin tilted his head, looking at you up and down like he was studying you.

you blushed and gave him a small smile. “i don’t belong here. i’m here because my father is dealing with an ‘important affair’. at least that’s what he tells me, he doesn’t think i’d understand.” anakin mouth’s an ‘oh’ of realization. he hands you your book.

“my name is anakin skywalker.” he gives you a toothy grin and you look down to his belt where a lightsaber hilt is placed. “you’re a jedi?” you ask, pointing to his lightsaber. “pretty much, yeah. my mentor doesn’t think i’m quite there yet.” he rolls his eyes at the mention of his mentor.

anakin’s beauty is slightly juvenile, with a boyish face but a deep voice. his lean but muscular body only adds to your attraction for him. if you squint, you can see his small freckles placed carefully on his face by the gods.

“well i’m sure you’re a great one.” you smile and hold the book closer to your chest. anakin chuckles a bit. “maybe you should tell him that.”

—-

the moment anakin got out of that library he asked obi-wan who you were and who your father was, but especially how long you’d be here. anakin would keep you here forever if he had anything to do with it.

obi-wan had told him that you were here because your father’s planet is having a border dispute with a neighboring planet and that you’d only be here for a few days unless the conflict escalated further or if the council can’t reach a decision.

anakin prayed to whoever and whatever that some magical circumstance would come about for you to stay.

that night all anakin can think about is you. how you talked and joked with him, your smile that was brighter than the two suns on tatooine combined, and not to mention how beautiful you were. he tossed and turned in his bed while you flooded his imagination.

stars, why is his cock getting hard?! anakin just ignores it, brushes it off as excitement from meeting someone new and that the blood has to go somewhere in his body.

—

the next day was warmer, the areas in the academy and council building opening their windows to let in the warm air. you sat in the library with a sheer dress on, a silk bra only covering your chest below the mesh.

that day you lied in a hanging swing in the gardens, reading a new book about two long lost siblings separated at birth. your legs hung off the swing and moved back and forth in the breeze that blew in your hair. a small layer of sweat covered your skin below the mesh of your dress and highlighted your cheeks.

while you sat in the gardens, anakin was scoured the grounds looking for you and trying to sense your presence anywhere nearby. obi-wan would scold him for abandoning his duties but right then you were the only thing he could focus on.

through a window he spotted you reading your book, sat in the hanging swing surrounded by foliage found all throughout the galaxy. in all honestly the gardens should only be used for studying plant life found on various planets, but he could never disrupt this scene.

anakin’s eyes widened in awe when he noticed your dress. it was revealing but modest, gorgeous but scandalous in all the right ways. he’d be lying if the sight didn’t make him sprout a slight erection.

after calming himself down, anakin carefully waltzed through the gardens and approached your relaxed form. he snuck up behind you while also admiring your beauty.

“what do you have there?” you almost jumped out of the swing, letting out a quick squeal. “anakin, my stars! how did you find me in here?” you turned around to face him, and good lord you forgot how admirable he is. maybe was the heat, but the jedi looked quite delectable.

“i had a feeling” he smiled down on you. “i don’t think that’s how the force works, anakin.” he noticed how warm it was in the gardens and took off his outer robe, giving you a better view of his body. “it’s hot out here, why aren’t you inside?” you giggled at him and closed your book.

“i think it feels quite nice, but i’m not the one wearing loads of jedi robes.”

“touché.”

you two spend awhile roaming the gardens, telling each other stories of your’s and his home planets. time went by so fast that nightfall crept up on you two before you knew it.

you told him of the arts on your planet and how you had gone to school for studying literature and other forms of art- paintings, music, theatrics. anakin glued himself to every word you said, engaged in whatever you had to say about anything. you weren’t used to someone listening to your stories or your plights, you’re just a dumb princess with no purpose other than royalty to most people.

eventually, anakin sat you down on a bench while telling a story of how he used to pod race on tatooine. you sat in a laughing fit from a joke he told when he sat next to you.

with nightfall on its way, the garden became colder and a shiver went up your spine. anakin was quick to notice your shivers, “are you cold, here take this.” he said and handed you his cloak.

“thank you, anakin. you know that you’re the only good part about being here, right?” you looked up into his eyes that glimmered in the nightlight, taking in his gaze. he let out a smile and grabbed your hand.

“you’ve taken up every thought i’ve had since i saw you yesterday. i’ve never talked to someone so beautiful but clever.” you blushed softly at his words.

“just because i’m a princess doesn’t mean i’m snotty and rude, even though that’s what most people think about me.”

“how could anyone say that about you?” he gripped both of your hands and looked into your eyes with boyish confusion. “they mistake honesty with disrespect. i refuse to be perceived as a dumb girl with daddy’s money.”

“you’re anything but. from what i know you’re a girl who’s got something a lot of people don’t, looks and smarts.” you let out a chuckle while he stared into your eyes.

for a moment you’re silent while you take in the feeling of finally being understood by another. the next moment anakin’s lips are on yours, engaging into a deep kiss. you settle into the kiss and close your eyes when he places a hand on your cheek.

when anakin tries to deepen the kiss, a booming voice is heard from the garden entrance.

“anakin! i’ve been looking for you everywhere. you have to come with me, the council has made a decision.”

anakin quickly gets up and follows his mentor down the hallway and you’re left in the garden. the council had decided on how they would deal with your planet’s affair, only meaning that you would be leaving coruscant soon. if a decision had been made you could only imagine that your father would want you present for the decision, so you left the garden to take a different route to the hearing.

anakin was furious when obi-wan interrupted him, he huffed and puffed down the hallway all the way to the deliberation room. obi-wan didn’t dare to ask questions about the affairs of his student and the princess.

when the pair arrived, anakin immediately took notice of you sat next to your father, with his own cloak wrapped around you for “modesty purposes”. you looked miserable sitting next to your father, you had told anakin how much you hate politics and politicians. you stared and your clasped hands that sat on your lap while chancellor palpatine spoke.

“it seems that the rival citizens have invaded your planet and are planning to take over. we advise that you and your daughter are left in our projection, your majesty.”

anakin almost jumped for joy when he heard of your fate. despite your home being invaded and under fire, you smiled at the fact that you’d be staying a little longer.

“i’m just fine with that idea, chancellor.” your father said with a stone-cold face. “jedi knights kenobi and skywalker will be watching over you.” palpatine said looking over to obi-wan.

“i’ll watch over you, your majesty. skywalker can look after the princess.” you looked up at anakin and smiled quickly, not letting anyone else see.

the meeting soon ended and you were sent off to your respective quarters for dinner and bed. obi-wan would stand guard outside your father’s room and anakin would have a droid outside your room while he stayed on a couch in your room.

that night you and anakin talked for hours before your tiredness got the best of you. you fell asleep on the opposite side of the couch, sound asleep from the exhaustion of the day. anakin eventually picked you up and placed you into your bed. he tucked you in and went back to the couch to sleep.

but now anakin is lying awake thinking about you, the princess he’s been assigned to protect. it’s a novel concept, yes, but anakin is finding it impossible to sleep. everything he uses to try to fall asleep just ends up becoming a fantasy of you.

oh my stars, why is his cock hard again?! he tosses and turns, trying to fall asleep and just ignore it but when he hears you whimper in your sleep he has no choice.

anakin has masturbated maybe once or twice as a young teen, using his imagination to think about club dancers he’d seen in the streets. he wasn’t experienced at all in the feeling of arousal and he definitely didn’t know how to make himself satisfied without waking you up.

his cock throbs at the though of you doing it for him, your soft hands running up and down his body while you pleasure him with your mouth or your pussy-

oh stars your pussy. what would it look like? what would it taste like? most importantly what would it feel like? anakin knew how sex worked and has heard from a few friends the stories of how to make it better but he’s never experienced it.

he tried to fight off the urge to pull down his sleep pants but he couldn’t find to he strength to fight back when he hears you mumble something in your sleep along the lines of “ani please” and then something incoherent.

anakin pulls down his pants just enough to let his cock free, his length jumping out and hitting his stomach. he’s already dripping pre-cum and can feel his balls aching.

he knows that touching the tip feels best, so he carefully wraps a few fingers around it. the sensation makes him jump and he has to cover his mouth to stifle his moans. he starts to stroke his length slowly when he realizes he needs something to smoothen the ride.

anakin messily spits in his hand and starts stroking his cock a bit faster, his head filling up with lewd imagines of your tits in that dress and your lips wrapped around his cock. the same lips he kissed earlier that night and the same tits he couldn’t help but stare at through your sheer dress.

he thinks about what you’d sound like when he touched your or what you’d say when he fucks you. maybe “oh fuck anakin right there, fill me up!” or “stars, ani you make me feel so good!”.

anakin’s grip on his cock tightens and he starts to stroke faster. all he can think about is how he’ll have you all to himself for god knows how long. an image of him fucking you in the bed you’re sleeping in makes a bead of pre-cum emit from his cock. he wants to grab your tits and leave marks where only he can see.

meanwhile you’re laid in your bed fast asleep, dreaming of whatever. anakin can’t really think about that when the ache in his balls is building and each stroke brings him closer to release.

he imagines holding your hips while he fucks you in missionary or while you ride him. anakin wants to see your pretty face when you fuck, wants to see the way your face contorts when you cum or when he sucks your hard nipples.

anakin thinks back to earlier that night when you were shivering and how your nipples poked through the dress you were wearing. the thought alone brings him closer to his orgasm. he hips start to buck into his hand and he’s too lost in pleasure to notice that you’re awake and sat up in your bed.

you watch anakin stroke his thick cock, his head thrown back in pleasure. you cover your mouth when he starts to moan your name, but you can’t deny how it immediately soaked your panties.

finally, ani thinks of the kiss you two shared and what would’ve happened if obi-wan never interrupted it. your plump lips on his made him hard instantly in the garden, and now the memory of it is causing anakin to shoot ropes of cum onto his belly, his soft moans being the only sound in the quiet room.

his orgasm knocks the wind out of anakin and he sits there out of breath for a minute or two.

after a few moments ani lays back down, completely exhausted from his orgasm. he drifts off to sleep for a few seconds before noticing your silhouette standing over him with a small towel in your hand.

“i think you’re gonna need this, ani.”

[utapri-translations-uuuu]

The Silver Shoes - Translation (銀の靴)

Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.

I have also made a version which includes the members' notes found in the script.

[To the Land of Oz - Munchkin, daytime]

Arrival to another world. The Munchkin Country, where everything you see is blue.

A beautiful story-like world, rich in nature.

A peaceful place, full of happiness.

Theo regains consciousness little by little.

Theo: (groaning)

When he opens his eyes, he sees strange men looking at his face.

Little person 1: He woke up.

Little person 2: He woke up!

Little person 3: He woke up…

He’s surprised as they suddenly come into view, and jumps to his feet.

Theo: (startled scream)

Little person 1: He’s frightened.

Little person 2: He’s frightened!

Little person 3: He’s frightened…

Theo: W-Who are you…?!!

Little person 1: Don’t worry.

Little person 2: We’re on your side.

Little person 3: We’re not going to hurt you.

Theo looks around.

Theo: Where are we?

The little people welcome him with exaggerated movements.

Little person 1: Welcome

Little person 2: To the Land of Oz’s

Little person 3: Munchkin!

Theo: … Oz? … Munchkin?

Theo calms down and directs his attention towards the surrounding landscape.

Theo: What a beautiful place… Everything seems to shine. It’s a stunningly bright country… It’s very different from Kansas…

They agree, brimming with confidence and nodding vehemently.

Little person 1: That’s right!

Little person 2: It sure is.

Little person 3: It is, isn’t it?

Theo, becoming increasingly amused by the little people, laughs.

Theo: … Haha, and everything is blue! Lush trees and blue-roofed houses. And even your clothes!

The little people swiftly kneel before Theo.

Little person 1: You have brought peace to our beautiful country, sir!

Little person 2: Indeed! Wonderful Mr. Wizard!

Theo: … Wizard!? Me…?

Little person 3: Because you have defeated that terrible, Wicked Witch of the East!

Theo: Defeated…? The Wicked Witch…?

The little people point with great vigor.

Ahead of them, the barn that had been sent flying along with Theo is wrecked.

Theo: That’s my farmhouse’s barn…

Little person 1: You came down from the sky and crushed the Wicked Witch, sir.

Theo is surprised and confused because he has killed someone, even if indirectly.

Theo: What!? Oh no… Did I kill her?

Little person 2: There is nothing to be sad about! The Wicked Witch has been ruling over us and treating us cruelly for a long time!

Little person 3: If anything, we would like to express our sincere gratitude. Thank you!! Thank you so much!!

The little people take Theo’s hand and shake it firmly.

Theo: … You’re welcome… I’ve never had people thank me like this before, so I’m kind of embarrassed.

Theo notices that Terry is gone and looks around nervously.

Theo: … Come to think of it, Terry… What happened to Terry!? Hey, have you seen a boy around my age wearing a gray vest and checkered pants?

Little person 1: Gray! Such a dull color!?

Little person 2: That’s an outfit unsuitable for this country!

Little person 3: Someone like that would definitely stand out from the crowd.

Theo: … He’s not nearby. But I’m sure Terry must be in a similar situation.

Theo puts his hands together as if he is praying.

Theo: I have to look for him… I beg you, please be safe… I don’t want to part ways after a fight. Terry and I are going back to Kansas… Hey, I want to go back to Kansas, what should I do?

Little person 1: Kansas…?

Little person 2: Have you heard of it?

Little person 3: No, I haven’t!

Theo: Kansas is an empty place, but it means a lot to me. My uncle and aunt are probably worried about me, and I really want to go back to Kansas!

Little person 1: We don’t know what it’s like there or where it is, but…

Little person 2: Ask the great wizard, Oz, and he will surely grant your wish!

Theo tilts his head in curiosity.

Theo: Oz…?

Little person 3: He’s the wonderful man who built Emerald City in the center of this land!

Theo: How can I get there?

Little person 1: There’s no other way but to walk. It could be a long, long journey.

Little person 2: The road to Emerald City is paved with yellow bricks, so you’ll definitely recognize it!

Little person 3: Of course, it’s not just a simple road. There may be danger.

Little person 3 walks up to Theo.

Little person 3: More importantly, would you be willing to take the place of the dead witch and rule our country?

Theo: It’s a tempting offer, but I have to go. … Even if you don’t know what will happen, if you don’t take the first step, nothing will change…

He tries to walk away and hits his foot on a stone.

Theo: … Ouch! Oww… When I got caught in the tornado, my shoes came off. I was so absorbed in it that I didn’t notice…

Little person 1 holds out a pair of silver shoes.

Little person 1: Then use these shoes!! They were worn by the Wicked Witch of the East.

Little person 2: The witch used to boast about these silver shoes! They must be valuable.

Theo: … They’re beautiful… But I can’t just take someone’s belongings…

Little person 3 taps Theo on the shoulder.

Little person 3: No need to hesitate! It’s not like the witch will ever wear these shoes again.

Little person 1: That’s right! Just think of it as compensation for having gotten rid of the witch!

Theo nods and puts on the shoes.

Theo: Okay… I guess I’ll borrow them for a little while... … Oh, they fit perfectly!

Little person 2 raises his hands in the banzai gesture.

Little person 2: That means you are the chosen one for the silver shoes! A new wizard is born!

Theo: … It’s just a coincidence that we happen to wear the same size. Well then, I’ll be on my way! Heading to Emerald City!

Theo walks away with a confident gait.

[The Land of Oz’s Great Wizard - Emerald City, Oz’s room]

Oz’s crystal ball makes a sound as it senses something unusual is occurring in the country.

Oz: … This… The crystal ball is resonating... Is there a great anomaly in the Land of Oz? Go on, project it. The origin of that change…

The crystal ball projects Theo’s image into the air.

Oz: … Hmm. A single boy, huh? He’s like a frightened lamb. Confused… And begging for help.

He stares fixedly at the facial expression of the projected Theo.

Oz: Is it a manifestation of your lack of self-confidence… Or is it the uncertainty of not knowing where you’re going…?

He shakes his head, spreading his hands out to the side in dismay.

Oz: It appears that he has no ambition to overcome this problem. Opportunities do not come to those who do not try. Is it because of his inexperience that he’s unable to realize that…?

Oz crosses his arms as if in thought.

Oz: But where did he come from? This is a magical land… There is no way a regular human could enter… Is this an omen of trouble?

The crystal ball makes a sound again.

Oz: What…? What is it this time?

The crystal ball projects Terry’s image into the air.

Oz: Another child…? This one is not afraid at all, his eyes are sparkling with curiosity. Very interesting…!

He smiles broadly as he checks on Terry, looking amused.

Oz: But will it work out…? Not everything is as it seems. You’ll find out that even in a dream-like world, there is a harsh reality… We can’t live on dreams and aspirations alone.

Oz looks hard at Theo and Terry as if comparing them.

Oz: What do you seek and what will you accomplish…? Let’s see what happens. I wonder if we’ll find the answer at the end of this journey…

Oz swishes his cloak.

[damagedintellect]

Craig Tucker x Fem!reader

💌 Craig Tucker is a mother fucker: Chapter 1  💌  

Summary:  You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.

Notes:  I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them.

💌 Word count: 3,043 💌  You Are Here | Chapter 2 =>

You look in the mirror and stare at yourself for a little bit, Today was the first day of the new school year. You had moved to South Park in the middle of your Sophomore year and needless to say that moving in the middle of the year is just plain weird. At that point in the year everyone in the school has already known each other for a while and have already formed their friend groups and at first you had a rough start making friends, but eventually you made a few good ones. You perk up when your phone rang scrambling to answer it "Hey, we're outside" Wendy said, you could also hear Bebe in the background shouting "Get that ass in the car!" you smiled as you hung up on them and rushed outside, you were excited. You could feel it, today was going to be a great day.

Today is not going to be a great day.

Wendy and Bebe lied. They said that they were picking you up early to go eat breakfast somewhere but you noticed Wendy drove straight to the school. You had questioned where they were taking you and they didn't say anything. Instead of breakfast they took you to the sunshine sparkle girls club meeting or whatever the fuck they called it.

"Why are we here" you huffed as the rest of the girls showed up to the meeting. Last year they tried to get you to join but you turned them down. "(Y/n) almost every girl in our grade level is apart of the committee." Wendy chimed in as she handed you a paper and motioned for you to sit down. "Yeah, but why do I have too and what's up with the paper?" You sat next to Bebe who was giggling at your defiance "If you're not apart of the committee people write you off as a two faced bitch. Trust me it's better if you join and just become a partially active member."

"Honestly, most of the members only participate in the first meeting which is fine because it's the most important one." Wendy walked up to the podium "Today we decide who the hottest boys in school are!"

You stared at your paper and swore under your breath "Fuck" the entire meeting was basically suggesting that you go about the first day as you would any other day but the moment a guy catches your eye you should write that name down. Most of the girls managed to turn in their votes immediately. Wendy said that you could write your crushes name down but you have until the end of the day to change your mind. Now it's not like you don't have a crush, you do, but you haven't told anyone who they are because well,

"Wendy who did you vote for" you heard some girl ask "I bet she voted for Stan she always votes for him every year." another rang and Wendy blushes "We're voting for the hottest guy in the school my crush on Stan has nothing to do with it."

And there it was, your best friend had a crush on the same guy you did.

Stanley Marsh

It's hard to explain but every time he's around, you get butterflies. You had a few classes with him last year and he seemed pretty cool even though you only talked with him a few times. Stan was the one who gave you your welcome to South Park High tour and if it wasn't for him you would have fell down the stairs but he caught you just in time. Thinking back that's probably when you fell for him, pun intended, and since then you've just admired him from afar. Getting up from your seat you fold the paper and pocketed it. You have until the end of the day to decide whether you were going to out yourself or not and worse case scenario you leave it blank. "So who'd you vote for?" Bebe asked as she walked back from turning hers in "Honestly I'm going to scout out the hotties, walk among them, become one of them."

"You have no idea who to vote for do you."

"Not a clue"

The bell rang and everyone made their way to their first class. Bebe walked with you for a little while but you didn't have the same class. You picked a random seat in the back not really paying too much attention to who was in your class. You spaced out for most of the class anyways. You guess you could always just vote for one of your friends but you wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. According to Bebe the student body really liked their rumors and so far you feel like you've been pretty good with laying low. At least you haven't heard many but then again maybe you just weren't paying attention.

Mr. Garrison called on you and you didn't even notice until you felt a tap on your shoulder "Uh (L/n)?" A familiar monotone voice brought you back to reality "Hmm?" it was Tucker, Craig Tucker. You raised your eyebrows causing him to gesture towards the front at Mr. Garrison, who was waiting for you to read the next paragraph. You quickly apologized and continued where they had left off. As soon as you were done you turned to Tucker and mouthed a "Thank you" but he only stared at you with a blank expression "Yeah well maybe pay attention next time dumbass" he whispered flipping you off. "Tch well fuck you too" you whispered back using both hands to do the same. God Tucker always gets on your nerves, it might be a new year but it feels like the same old shit.

When you first moved here, you and Tucker got off on the wrong foot. You're not even quite sure why, but it did escalate to a fist fight. That was some time ago at this point and a lot has happened since then, coincidentally you ended up in the same friend group. However anytime you two were left alone you'd still butt heads. Honestly you wish you could remember what started it all but from that time last year you both couldn't stand each other.

As if you weren't already having a hard time, for the rest of the class you couldn't focus. You glared at Tucker waiting for class to end so you could bolt. He noticed you staring and stuck his tongue at you. You grit your teeth only staring back at him. As soon as the bell rang you took off to your next class.

"(Y/n)" you hear someone behind you call out to you but you were walking pretty fast.

You couldn't tell whose voice it was so you turned around and ended up crashing into someone. You felt an arm wrap around your waist as they caught you right before you hit the floor. Your eyes widen and your posture stiffens "Hey are you okay (Y/n)?" It was Stan and he was holding you.

Your hero.

You really tried to keep it together but end up stuttering "T-t-thanks to you I'm f-fine." He helped you upright as you continued "As always your reaction time is impeccable." He smiled and scratched the back of his neck "Hehe you think?" you both stare at each other laughing a bit before you both went quiet. You should say something but your mind goes blank when he smiles at you "Well anyways we probably should get to class. It was nice seeing you." You waved him off. You feel like an idiot and yup there were the butterflies. You lightly slap your cheeks and continue going to class.

You heard your name once more but you were lost in thought looking at the floor. You felt an arm around your shoulders and you were met with a bubbly voice "Oooooo, I saw that! So are you going to vote for Stan? He's been number 1 for a while." It was Bebe but not too far behind her were Clyde and Tucker as you walked into your next class. You shake your head as all four of you sat at the same table. If you did vote for Stan, Wendy would probably flip out. She's pretty compulsive when it's about Stan. "Or and this is a pretty big or, why don't you just vote for your crush." Bebe said wiggling her eyebrows at you "And up the chance they find out, sounds like social suicide to me. Hard pass."

"Wait (Y/n) you haven't voted yet!" Clyde said as he smiled in anticipation "Nope" you shook your head "Since I came in the middle of last year I wasn't aware this was going to be a thing."

Clyde stands up slamming his hands on the table "Ooo GIVE ME YOUR VOTE!!" everyone in the class turned to look at Clyde and he sheepishly smiled. You and Bebe laughed at him with how desperate he sounded "Okay, okay calm down. I was going to leave it blank but I'll vote for you." He waved you off "No not like that I mean I want to vote for someone." He grinned while Bebe gasped "WHAT? Clyde Donovan not voting for himself. Who are you and what have you done with Clyde." You both laughed as the teacher started class. It was "Life skills" which mean it was a fancy version of home ect.

The usual first day back icebreakers followed by a small overview of the class. It was mostly going to be a lot of group work and projects with the people at your table. All your classes were short because it was the first day so class went by fast. The bell rang before you knew it and you all parted ways. Or so you thought you noticed that Tucker was walking in the same direction as you. You rolled your eyes "Oh joy" you said to no one in particular as you both walked into the same classroom. He took a seat all the way in the back which you did the same only a few rows away since most of the seats were already taken. You could see Wendy from where you were sitting and you almost got up to greet her before you noticed that Stan was sitting next to her. They looked like they were really good friends, you didn't want to intrude. You frowned and rested your head on your hand. Now you just want class to be over.

Through most of the class you were just fiddling with your pencil to pass the time that's when a note landed on your desk. You opened it to see it was a drawing of a small Tucker flipping you off saying "I thought I told you to pay attention!" you couldn't help but laugh as you drew over his drawing adding in a mustache and devil horns making another speech bubble that read

"Since when could you draw?!"

Yes, you know that it's grammatically incorrect to use both punctuation marks but you didn't care. You waited for an opportunity where your teacher was facing the board and threw your reply back. You watched him open it and saw him smirk as he drew something else on the note. This was pretty much how you both spent the rest of the class scribbling doodles to each other and making snide remarks. When the bell rang you thought about trying to talk to Stan again. You looked to the front of the class to see Wendy and Stan laughing as Stan offers to hold her things while they go off to lunch. It doesn't seem like you had a chance at all they've known each other for so long and you barely even talk. A hand waves in and out of your vision "You really need to stop zoning out, you're in the way." You snapped out of it and slapped his hand "In the way my ass, you could have walked around me." you both walked to the cafeteria. Not together you both just so happened to be walking to the same place at the same time.

As you approached the usual table you were greeted by Tweek and Token who didn't miss a beat to point out the obvious. "Whoa Tweek are you seeing what I'm seeing." Tweek nodded "I-i-it's very rare to see them AH together."

"And not at each other's throats." They both gasped "Could this the start of-" Craig narrows his eyes at them flipping Tweek off and interrupting Token "Oh fuck off. I don't have a choice she's been in all my classes so far." Token laughed and nudged him playfully "I don't know there's a lot of rumors about you two."

"P-p-people think you two are-AH-dating." You start choking as Clyde and Bebe joined the party "Yeah I'm surprised you guys didn't hear about it until now." Clyde said sitting down next to Craig who rolled his eyes "No I've heard the rumors. They're annoying." He glares at you "As if I'd ever date an idiot like her."

You stick your tongue out at him "I haven't heard any, so pray tell what are they" You thought you did well laying low. Bebe laughs at you hugging you while petting your hair. "Poor (Y/n) so oblivious when it comes to herself." you tried to push her away but she hugged you tighter "It was around the end of the year when you and Craig had that big fist fight." You stopped her right there "Best day of my life, what about it." you will never forget the day you got to punch Tucker in the face.

Craig was fed up he clenched his fist and slammed it on the table "Tch, You know what? I'm out of here. I can't stand her." He left flipping everyone off. As you all watched him leave Bebe hit your shoulder "Ow, hey he can't complain about that day! He was the one who started it, may I me remind you he hit me first!" you defended yourself "Anyways that was when they started. If you haven't noticed Craig doesn't have any interest in girls." Clyde added and the rest of the table agreed "He doesn't give any other girls the time of day so naturally people would think he has a thing for you with all the attention he gives you." Token said as Clyde nods "He does treat you special comparatively. I mean I wouldn't doubt if he did."

"H-he's not good with ACK expressing his feelings." you rolled your eyes "Yeah yeah or he could actually hate my guts but whatever I don't really care." you rubbed your temples "Could we change the subject already." Bebe perked up "We could always talk about who you're gonna vote for!" why, why you.

Eventually Lunch was over and you continued with the rest of your day. You did notice that Tucker was in some of your next classes but you made it a point to ignore him. At least as much as you could anyway and before you knew it, it was already the end of the day. He wasn't in your last class so that was a plus. You slowly got up from your seat looking at the blank paper, should you just turn it in anyways? You sighed about to write a name down when you heard footsteps from outside the room.

"(Y/N)!! Oh thank god you haven't left yet!" Clyde appeared in the doorway as the rest of your classmates were leaving the room he was panting pretty heavily "I.....oh god I'm out of shape.....give me a minute." he tried to catch his breath and you pat his back "I would have been here sooner but I had to lose Craig he can't know about this. Do you still have your vote please please PLEASE tell me you do." you laughed at him "Seriously this is what you're so worked up about? You can take it." you handed it over to Clyde who scribbled down a name. You leaned over to see who he was writing. You both smirked "Oh I see. So that's why you wanted it so badly." Clyde gave you a thumbs up "I'm not saying I'm rigging this years list but I've pretty much been doing this all day." he helped you gather your things "Do you know how hard it is to not have Craig around?! Pretty fucken hard like god damn man he shows up out of nowhere!" you walk out of the room with Clyde and almost on cue you see Tucker approach. You clutch the note "My lips are sealed but I do have to turn this in now." you waved them goodbye and made your way to the committee's secret not so secret base.

When you arrived Wendy looked frantic probably from trying to tally up all the votes. You knocked on the door frame to get her attention. She looked up at you with the biggest sigh of relief "Are you turning in your vote?" you handed her the paper "Yup but, are you okay you look a bit shaken up?" you were concerned you've never seen her like this before. "Well right now we currently have a tie for THE hottest guy and everyone else has already turned in their votes. I'm glad there was one left."

"I'm the literal last vote? I feel oddly special." Wendy looked down at the paper and back to you then back at the paper and back to you. "A-are, are you sure this is who you're voting for? I mean this helps but I thought you-" you cut her off, you know how this must look but at this point you didn't care. "Don't ask I've had a time, but yes I'm sure that's my vote." quite frankly you thought Wendy was going to keel over she looked kind of pale. "Wendy are you sure you're okay?" She gave you a forced smile.

"I'm fine. If anything you broke the tie."

[hischierdevils]

Hi I just found your blog and I love it so much! Can you please do 10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” & 60. “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.” with Trevor please?

Thanks nonnie! Here you go.

The boys invited you over for a bbq even though Trevor claims Jamie has no idea what he’s doing with the grill. As an intern for the Ducks media team, you’re around the guys every day but you’d do anything that Trevor asked of you.

You can feel his eyes on you as you visit with Dani and Alexa but every time you look over at him to make eye contact he looks away. More than once, you notice Jamie and Mason chirping Trevor for it.

“I’m starting to think he’s never going to make a move.” Troy says as he joins your girl group and sits next to Dani.

“Who?” You question as Max comes over to sit with Alexa.

“Trevor of course,” Dani laughs. “He’s been watching you all day.”

“He never shuts up about you.” Max shakes his head.

Your stomach flips as you turn your head to look at Trevor again. He’s standing with Mason and Jamie at the grill but you can tell that he was just looking at you.

You’ve had a crush on Trevor since the moment you met but you never gave much thought to how flirty he was with you, he’s like that with everyone.

“Go talk to him,” Dani encourages you.

You bite your lip before downing the rest of your drink, giving yourself a little liquid courage before getting up and walking over to Trevor.

The three boys are laughing about something as you approach but they quickly stop as Trevor makes eye contact with you.

“Hey y/n.” He smiles at you as you stand in front of him nervously playing with your fingers.

“Hey, Trev. Can you come inside with me for a moment?”

“Ooo.” Jamie and Mason make kissy faces at Trevor behind your back causing him to flip them off.

“Of course, c’mon.” Trevor leads you into the house.

You follow him into the kitchen where he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. “What’s up?”

You decide to get straight to the point. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“I-what?” He stutters, completely surprised by your words.

“Why haven’t you made a move yet?” You ask as you step closer to him.

He uncrosses his arms and clears his throat. “I’ve tried, y/n. You make me so nervous. I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

You continue moving toward him until your bodies touch and his hands automatically go to your hips. Not allowing time to second guess yourself, you stand on your tip toes and kiss him.

His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you closer and you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him down so you can deepen the kiss.

“We could’ve been doing that this whole time?” He questions when you break apart, resting his forehead on yours.

“I guess we have some time to make up for.” You laugh.

He goes in for another kiss, and you feel yourself getting lost in him. He groans as you nip at his bottom lip and you force yourself to pull away.

“Trevor our friends are outside.” You tell him as he places kisses down your jawline.

“And?” He prompts.

“And we should probably re-join them.” You step out of his hold but take his hand, interlocking your fingers.

“Making out with you seems a lot more fun to me.” He tells you as you lead him back outside.

As soon as you both step into the backyard holding hands, all of his teammates cheer, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks.

“It’s about time!” Troy shouts.

You even notice Jamie handing Mason money which was definitely for a bet the two of them had to see who would make the first move.

[bengiyo]

The Eighth Sense Eps 9 & 10 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

So we’ve come to the end of the road with this show. I’m sure, like I Told Sunset About You and I Promised You The Moon, this one will stick with me. It’s been a fun ride, and I’ve enjoyed meeting new people because of it.

Last time, we processed the aftermath of Ji Hyun’s near-death experience on the ill-advised surfing trip. The seniors from the surfing club were absolutely horrible about it, and were completely insensitive. Jae Won has retreated completely within himself and is barely interacting with anyone, except to beat Tae-hyung’s ass for talking shit about Ji Hyun.

Meanwhile, Ji Hyun is absolutely radiant after recovering and is in his confident era. He’s handing out L’s left and right. No one is safe! Jae Won has been avoiding Ji Hyun, but Ji Hyun came through for him in the disciplinary hearing and handed Tae-hyung yet another petty defeat. Ji Hyun then forced Jae Won to talk to him, only for Jae Won to disappoint all of us for trying to shove Ji Hyun away.

Episode 9

I am glad this therapist is being direct with Jae Won. I don’t know if that’s proper or not, but he needs to have his head yanked out of his ass on this.

I’m glad Ji Hyun has friends to talk with. They’re also forcing him to see beyond himself and interrogate why Jae Won is being so weird. They even came up with a plan of action!

For Yoon Won’s sake, I hope they manage to save the surf club.

Jae Won’s tired eyes are making me feel exhausted too. I love Ji Hyun’s determination to comfort, even if Jae Won instinctively pulls back at first.

I get Yoon Won trying to save the surfing club as something she can accomplish. Unfortunately, Ji Hyun and Jae Won are not going to out themselves to the university. Still, I’m glad Jae Won isn’t so out of it that he can’t comfort this friend.

Eun Ji declared war on Ji Hyun and came to win. Making out with Jae Won in front of Ji Hyun is a bold strategy. Let’s see how it pays off for her.

I’m deeming Eun Ji only partially successful. She may have driven a wedge further between our leads, but she did not succeed at getting Jae Won in bed. Jae Won sent her home so he could yearn outside of the bar Ji Hyun works at. A victory for the homos.

I am back to being a Joon Pyo fan. He’s been working overtime to keep Ji Hyun’s life intact and is still out here locating secret Instagram accounts.

I liked the time passage montage of Jae Won at school, though I don’t know why he’s showing more signs of life.

The camera gift along with the sketch was so touching.

Eun Ji is a liar who lies, and I’m proud of Jae Won for crushing her.

I love the Boss. Jae Won needs a firm kick to get out of his own head sometimes, and I love her straightforward nature.

I’m so glad a radio song request gets to play a role in this story. Hilariously, they chose Conan Gray’s “The Story,” which, I am too polite on Tumblr to elaborate on further.

This isn’t a Japanese BL, so Jae Won isn’t going to run across the city, but we know where he’s going.

Okay! They just went for it with that kiss! Love the enthusiasm, boys!

Episode 10 (Finale)

I always lose it a little bit for yin and yang imagery with the boys. So glad these two finally spent a comfortable night together.

Of course Jae Won left without a message and has his phone off.

Oh good, he was just with Joon Pyo. We should definitely take Joon Pyo out clubbing. He’s done enough for us at this point.

Oh, the classic tropes! Love when the older boy puts his jacket on the love interest.

I’m happy, too! This is the final episode and we’ve been in angst for three previous ones! We are going to make it clear! We are dating! This is new!

Great, the phone is ringing. Time to spoil the moment.

Whew, never mind. Yoon Won might be getting a job and the surfing club is active again.

I love gay people. “Admit you joined the surf club for me.” “Oh yeah? Admit you had a lighter the whole time.”

Ae Ri. She gets a plate.

Whyy are Eun Ji and Tae Hyung at this party??

Male friendships are so embarrassing sometimes. Petty threats into stilted apologies into something strangely earnest. Men were definitely involved in the writing of this project.

I’m glad Ae Ri will keep teasing Ji Hyun.

Bit Na handed Tae Hyung one more loss before the end. Good.

That’s right Yoon Won. Jae Won needs to know his true friends support his love life.

We chatted a bit about the forgiveness in the clown server, and I will say that I don’t mind Jae Won forgiving Tae Hyung and Eun Ji. It provides closure for all of them, and he can focus on the people that matter in his life now. Besides, celebrations are a chance to let go of things.

GOOD FOR YOON WON AND JOON PYO! GET. IT. IN.

I do like them having the question about who knows and who is allowed to know.

TIME FOR JI HYUN TO GLOAT TO EUN JI!

Look at Eun Ji also trying to be a proper senior for once. I still think she should apologize to Ae Ri, but we can’t get everything.

“Don’t just treat me as cute. You don’t know what’s coming.” YES INDEED, BABY BOY!!

Final Verdict: 9.5, Highly Recommended. This was a fantastic collaboration between a German director and Korean director. I think everyone gives incredibly accessible performances that convey the complex ideas within the story. Much is allowed to be shown rather than said, and conversations unfold naturally. I also think this show captured the experience gap between graduating seniors and freshmen really well. This show brought out a lot of familiar feelings for me in a gentle way. I think it’s one of the best things I’ve seen this year. 

[bettsfic]

hello! here's an excerpt of the snowbaird modern AU i've been working on. it's a holiday fic, so i'd love to have it posted before christmas. in this fic, coriolanus is a server at a restaurant and lucy gray is the bartender. she's recently started asking him for rides home, so they've been getting to know one another. it's currently sitting at about 10k and i hope to god it maxes out before 25k.

With his texts still pulled up, he decided to reach out to Lucy Gray. They were friends, after all. Friends texted each other. But what to say? “How are you” was boring and banal. She might find it sweet but he knew her well enough to know that she liked getting to the root of things. 

Where was that song from? The fare thee well one

She didn’t reply right away. He tried to occupy his attention with organizing his email inbox and checking his Canvas assignment calendar, but he found his eyes straying repeatedly to his phone. Twenty minutes later, he received a text back. He snatched up his phone, expecting the name of an artist and album, or a link to a YouTube video, or an inquiry as to why he didn’t just google it himself, but instead when he opened the message he found a wall of text so long that he had to scroll three times to reach the top.

HI CORIOLANUS!, it began. He thought all caps and an exclamation point was stylistically redundant but he appreciated and was relieved by her enthusiasm. Fare thee well has an interesting history dating back to 1909…

Were it not for the myriad spelling and punctuation errors, he would have thought she’d copied it from Wikipedia. From anyone else, the infodump would have bored him, but from her it only warmed him to think she’d been willing to spend so much time sharing her knowledge with him. To him, both time and attention were precious commodities.

He’d put off texting her for so long in part because he worried the conversation would become strained and awkward, but the reverse was true: texting her was so easy—and he was so eager to respond to her messages—that he did it while he drove and nearly veered into a median on the way home. He knew she was working that night and so the messages slowed down in the evening. He had to pocket his phone at the dinner table per one of the few household rules, but he could still barely pay attention to the benign chatter of Tigris and the Grandma’am about grocery store deals and soap operas.

While he did the dishes, Tigris leaned against the counter, arms across her chest, and said, “You’re in a good mood today.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you work sixty hours a week and don’t sleep.”

He glanced over his shoulder to find the Grandma’am had returned to her easy chair in the family room, the television blasting an obnoxious commercial jingle for a local car dealer. 

“I met a girl,” he said.

Tigris’s pale eyebrows rose up to her equally pale hair. “A girl? Like, a girl girl?”

“How is a girl girl different than a girl?”

“I just mean, like, a girl?”

“I have a crush, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Tigris squealed and hugged him from the side. “Baby Coryo’s got his first crush!”

“It’s not my first—” He stopped. It was his first crush, aside from Geena Davis in A League of Their Own. His usual date for high school dances and makeout parties was Livia, who was easily the prettiest girl in his cohort just as he was the prettiest boy, although he had never been attracted to her and the feeling, or lack thereof, seemed to be mutual. But that was the Academy for you—if you looked like you should be together, then you were, by definition, together. The power of appearances.

“I guess it is,” he said to the dirty dishwater.

“Does she like you back?”

He hadn’t considered that. He’d just assumed she didn’t and never would. Everything he’d ever wanted had been out of his reach and Lucy Gray was no exception.

“I’ve been driving her home from work,” he said. “And we’ve been texting.”

He showed Tigris the text thread.

“All of this is from today?” she asked, scrolling and scrolling.

“She’s a bit verbose.”

“She uses so many emojis.”

“It’s so cute.”

“And look at all these spelling errors.”

“Also cute.”

Tigris looked up from the phone. “You’re really gone on her. I never thought you’d like a girl who messes up there, their, and they’re.”

“I’m not a pedant.”

“Pedantry is a core facet of your personality, Coryo. You started correcting my use of ‘whom’ when you were four.”

“You may have noticed I’ve changed a bit since then. If nothing else, I’m taller and slightly less obsessed with Spongebob Squarepants.”

She gave him a look.

“Okay, very slightly less,” he amended.