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chaoticcat32 · 2 years ago

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Aaaand my third Drider Eddie fic🕷️🕷️

It had been a while since everyone had found out about Eddie. They were all pretty much cool with him now, and most had made their way down into his stomach at some point or another. Though there were also some new people he met after Steve first showed him to all those people.

Take Johnathan and Argyle, for example. He definitely likes them a lot more than he liked the other guy he met. They were nice to him and were always chill. Plus, they, more specifically Argyle, introduced him to one of his new favorite things.

He remembered it vividly.

He was taken to the Byers residence by Will so he could show him this ‘D&D’ thing. Of course Steve had to tag along so he could “supervise”. They walked at night through the woods so that it would be harder for anyone in town to see Eddie. The trio quickly made it to Will’s house, opening the door and hurriedly rushing inside. Joyce was in the living room, greeting them as they came in.

They all said their hellos, Will telling her they’d be in the basement. They walked downstairs, and a wave of a certain skunky smell hit their noses. Both Will and Steve immediately knew what it was, rolling their eyes, but Eddie just wrinkled his nose, wondering what was making the smell.

“Hey, uh Eddie, maybe you shouldn’t-“

But it was too late. Eddie had already made it to the bottom of the stairs and the sight that met him was two guys he’d never seen before and a bunch of smoke in the basement. One of the boys looked to be desperately fanning the smoke out the little window near the ceiling and the other boy was just staring at him.

“Hey look Johnathan, that’s a biiiig spider, man.”

“Argyle, what’re you-“

Johnathan turned from the window, looking at what Argyle was talking about and he screamed, jumping back. Eddie apparently seemed to take the two as a threat and began hissing, baring his fangs and extending his claws. Argyle stepped back a bit, but otherwise seemed unfazed. Johnathan, on the other hand, was as far up the wall as he could go, staring wide-eyed at the Drider and hyperventilating.

“Heyyy, spider dude, it’s fiiine, man we’re not doin’ anything.” Argyle said, stepping forwards.

“Whoa, man. You’re like, a biiiig spider, dude.”

Eddie stopped hissing, tilting his head and looking at the human who was now but a foot in front of him.

“Does this human have no survival skills?”

“No, no he doesn’t, at least not when he’s high.”

Will cut in front of them, trying to get Eddie to see that he wasn’t a threat.

“He’s harmless, they both are. The one in front of you is Argyle, and the guy over there is my brother Johnathan.”

Eddie’s ears relaxed to the side of his head, and he crawled up to Argyle, directly in front of the stoner, looking down at him.

“What’s he doing?” Asked Will.

“I think he’s trying to intimidate him?” Said Steve.

“Whoa, man. I think you need to chiiiill. How’s about some purple palm tree delight?”

Eddie tilted his head, not knowing what the hell this strange human was talking about.

“You are not getting the spider high, Argyle.”

Johnathan seemed to come to his senses and stepped up to Argyle, eyeing Eddie warily.

“Why not, man? He seems like he could use it.”

He pulled a joint out of his pocket and handed it to Eddie, the drider taking it in his hand and looking over it, carefully inspecting the thing. Steve immediately snatched it out of his hand, causing Eddie to whine and try and grab it back.

“Absolutely not.”

Eddie pouted, wanting to know what it was that Steve wouldn’t let him have. He turned to Argyle, seeing if the man had any more. Argyle watched until Steve turned around and pulled out a plastic-wrapped brownie from his pocket.

“This’ll do the trick, man.” He whispered.

Steve, however, was right there and heard what Argyle had said, whipping around to take the second joint. It was not a joint this time though, and by the time Steve realized what it was, it was too late. Eddie had shoved the entire brownie into his mouth, plastic and all.

“Whoa, man. You’re not supposed to eat the whole thing, brochacho.”

Eddie had already swallowed, though, sending the cannabis-filled treat to his stomach. Steve just sat there, gawking at what just went down, now knowing he’d soon have to deal with a high Eddie. Johnathan pulled Argyle aside and scolded him, telling him he should not have given him the edible.

It took a few minutes of anticipation-filled waiting before it started to hit the drider, Eddie beginning to feel weird. He started giggling at everything that was being said, his mind foggy.

“God dammit it’s starting.”

“H-hey, what’d ya mean it’s starting? what’s starting?” The questions were punctuated with giggles.

“How’re you feelin’ big guy?” Asked Steve, looking warily up at Eddie.

“Hehe, I feel gooood, like I’m on a fluffy cloud.”

Then Eddie’s stomach growled.

“Sounds like someone’s got the munchies, man.” Responded Argyle.

“Steeeeve, I’m hungryyyyy!”

Eddie padded over to the man, nuzzling up against him.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it.“

Eddie nuzzled in further, his face pressed into the crook of Steve’s neck. Then he opened his mouth and placed a long lick on the side of Steve’s throat. Steve immediately jumped back, face going red.

“Eddie! What’re you doing?!”

“Hungry.”

He pressed up against him once more, grabbing the smaller man and placing licks on his face. Steve tried to push him away, but his efforts were futile. Eddie had a strong grip. The licks soon turned into Eddie’s mouth stretching over his whole face, engulfing his head. Will wasn’t really fazed, he’d seen Eddie do this before, but the other two boys certainly hadn’t.

“Whoa, whoa, what the hell is he doing?” Asked Johnathan in a panic.

“It’s fine, he’s done it before.” Said Will

“That’s not a snack, man. I can get you a pizza or somethin’ if you’re that hungry brochacho.”

Eddie ignored everyone else in the room and just continued licking Steve’s face in his mouth, much to the man’s dismay. Eddie sure was taking his time. The spider took his first swallow, sending Steve’s head into his throat, allowing the man’s shoulders and chest to enter his mouth. He licked the exposed skin, purring in delight at the delicious taste. He was more so mouthing and licking at the man then eating him. He chewed softly on him a bit, never once breaking the skin, but enjoying his taste. He gulped for the second time, sending the next section into his esophagus, and more of the man into his mouth. Steve tried to wriggle farther in, wanting to speed up the process since Eddie was evidently taking his sweet time. The warm, wet muscles were slick, but still had a strong hold on the man, keeping him in place. He took another lazy swallow, now only Steve’s legs were sticking out of him. He kicked over them, taking in the flavor and gently mouthing those as well. Steve could feel saliva trailing down his legs, shivering a bit at the odd sensation. Eddie swallowed down the fist half of his legs, and Steve’s head popped into the stomach. It was weird to feel most of his body inside of Eddie’s, but still feel part of it outside. He felt as the drider’s hands met his feet, working to pull off his shoes. Eddie swallowed again, pulling Steve entirely into his mouth, lips closing around his feet. He licked over the last bit of the man, humming and pushing the feet to the entrance to his throat with his tongue. Steve twitched, the feeling of the tongue on his feet tickling a bit. Eddie gulped one last time, sending the rest of him into his stomach, the smaller man curling up inside. Eddie’s purr deepened, eyes closing in bliss.

“What the hell did I just watch?” Asked Johnathan. “I’m having a bad trip, aren’t I, Argyle?”

“Nah, man that spider dude totally just munched that other dude. That was Narly.”

“I told you, they’ve done it before. Steve is fine.” Will said again, bored.

“I was going to show him my D&D stuff, but you guys got him high.”

“Hey, don’t look at me, that was all Argyle.”

“He looked like he needed to chill, man.”

“What even is he? Is the spider part really there, or am I just hallucinating?”

“No, he’s half spider. Steve found him in the woods, but we don’t really know exactly what he is. His name is Eddie, by the way.”

“Half tarantula, I’m a tarantula. I’m not a spider.”

He pouted a bit, crawling over to the giant beanbag in the corner and curling up on it.

“Tarantula, whatever.” Will said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey. I’ll eat you too, punk.” He said, lifting his head a bit.

“Ohh nooo, please don’t.” He said sarcastically.

Eddie looked at him, eyes narrowed.

“You’re lucky I’m full.”

Eddie was high for hours, eventually going to sleep for the night, taking up the whole giant beanbag. He only sobered up in the morning, spitting Steve out and they both headed home. Needless to say, Eddie decided he liked Argyle and Johnathan.

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Eddie didn’t like baths. He hated getting in the water, and a bath meant water. For that reason, he tried his best to keep clean, avoiding the mud, trying not to eat messily. But sometimes, trying to keep clean wasn’t enough.

“When’s the last time you took a bath, dude?”

Eddie froze. He was hanging out with Steve in his house, just the two of them, when the other man spoke that sentence.

“Uhh…”

“You kinda smell, Eddie. Not trying to be mean or anything, but I think you need a shower.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I-I wouldn’t fit.”

“We have a really big tub in the master bedroom, I bet you’d fit in it. Is that why you don’t take baths?”

“No, I hate the water.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Come on, we’re getting you a bath right now.”

“No Steve! I really don’t like getting wet! Plus it’s hard to wash my whole body…”

“It’s fine, okay? I’ll help you wash, too. I’ll be there the whole time if you want.”

“But I’ll be naked.”

Steve gave him a look.

“You’re naked all the time, dude. I’ve seen you without a shirt on, and that’s all you wear.”

Eddie looked down, not knowing what to say to that. He’d been defeated.

“Come on, I’ll make sure the water’s really warm, okay?”

“Okaaaayy.” He said, pouting.

He reluctantly followed Steve into the master bathroom, and he had to admit, that was a pretty large bathtub. He’d definitely fit inside, much to his dismay. Steve filled it up, repeatedly holding his hand underneath it so he could check the temperature.

“Is this good?”

Eddie put his hand in, pulling it out soon after.

“A little warmer.”

Steve turned the knob to the hotter side, letting it fill the rest of the tub. It didn’t take nearly enough time to fill, in Eddie’s opinion. When the water was about eight inches from the top, Steve turned off the water, letting it calm down.

“Alright, time for you to get in, big guy.”

Eddie grumbled a bit, tentatively putting one leg at a time into the warm water until his body was fully inside. He sunk down, letting the water rise to cover his abdomen. He crossed his arms, pouting a bit as he sat completely still. Steve rolled his eyes.

“So you’re gonna make me do this whole thing, huh?”

Eddie was silent.

Steve sighed, grabbing the shampoo and emptying a bit into his hands. He sat on the side of the tub, reaching up to put the shampoo into his hair. He used both his hands, scratching Eddie’s scalp as he lathered his curls. The white foam filled his hair, covering Steve’s hands as well. Eddie closed his eyes. He didn’t remember it ever feeling this good when Wayne helped him. Granted, Wayne hadn’t washed his hair since he was six, him insisting he do it himself afterward, but still. It didn’t feel as good when he did it, either. He started to purr, his eyes still closed in bliss.

Steve laughed. “Thought you didn’t like baths.”

Eddie playfully nipped at his arm, not really biting him at all. Steve then picked up a cup, filling it with water and blocking Eddie’s face with his other hand as he poured it over him to rinse out his hair. It took a few cupfulls, the shampoo gradually leaving his curls. Steve then picked up the conditioner, putting that in his hands and smoothing it into the drider’s hair. Not lathering it this time, but still making sure it was fully in his hair.

“I thought you already washed my hair.”

“I did, this is to make it more smooth and less tangly.”

Eddie snorted, laughing at how particular Steve was with hair, but he wasn’t complaining. Steve unfortunately made Eddie wash his own upper body, staring at his fuzzy spider half.

“Sooo, do I use soap or shampoo to wash your spider half…”

Eddie just shrugged. He had no idea either. Steve opted for the soap, figuring it wouldn’t do any harm and it’d still get him clean.

“You start on your front legs and those weird little things you have in front of your body and I’ll do your back legs and abdomen.”

“They’re called pedipalps.” He said, offended.

“Whatever, just wash them.”

“Fine.”

They both got to work, Eddie taking some soap in his hands and starting on his pedipalps. Steve lathered his abdomen, spreading the soap across the wide area. He made sure to get every spot, scratching the soft hairs and skin underneath. He then got to a certain spot, the junction where his human half met his abdomen and when he scratched it, Eddie nearly went limp. His whole body froze, then relaxed even more than it had been before, his eyelids blinking slowly and he started purring like a car engine.

“You okay Eddie?”

“Y-yeah, that just felt… really good.”

“Huh. Noted.”

Steve continued spreading the soap all over him, and when he was done lathering, he gently pushed Eddie’s body into the water. By the time Eddie was done with what he could reach, Steve only had his back two legs left to do, and he finished them quickly, careful not to nick himself on the little claws on his feet.

When they were done, Steve lifted the drain on the bath and Eddie stepped out. There were towels laid across the ground to soak up the water. He took a few more towels, using one to dry his legs and another for his abdomen, plus one more for his hair. Then he got out the hair dryer. He plugged it in the wall, turning it on and facing it towards Eddie. He jumped back.

“What the hell is that?”

He eyed the little machine suspiciously, looking at it with disdain. He growled at it, not liking that it was loud.

“Hey, it’s just a hair dryer, it’s fine, see?”

Steve pointed it at himself, the hot air blowing his hair back. Eddie looked, wide eyed and jumped forward to grab it, but then realized it wasn’t hurting him so he just stared at it.

“See? It’s okay. It’s just to dry you off better. I’m gonna use it on your legs and abdomen, okay?”

“Okay.”

Steve gently took one of his legs and turned the blow dryer around, the hot air flowing over it. Eddie’s eyes widened, looking at what was happening to his leg. It felt nice, the warmth spreading through his leg as Steve handled it gently. When he moved onto the next leg, he couldn’t help but notice how fluffed up the previous leg was. He gently put his hand on it, feeling the soft hairs. As Steve continued, going from leg to leg, each one he finished was just as fluffy as the last. Next, he moved onto his abdomen, starting where his torso met his spider half and working his way back. He got that limp feeling again, and began purring hard, melting into the feeling. Steve just chuckled and continued blow-drying him, petting softly at the newly-fluffy fur. Eventually, he finished, and Eddie’s spider half was little more than a huge ball of fluff.

“What about my hair?” Asked Eddie curiously.

“Well, we should brush it first before we dry it.”

“Brush it?” Eddie tilted his head.

“You-you’ve never had your hair brushed?”

“No…”

Steve opened his bathroom drawer, pulling out a long stick that was thicker on top and had little things sticking out of it.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a hairbrush.”

Steve walked over to him, climbing up on top of his fluffy abdomen, taking the ends of his hair in his hands. He put the brush into it, trying to gently bring the bristles through it. He made sure he grabbed the hair in his hand, brushing the ends so that Eddie wouldn’t feel it. It took a while, but eventually all the ends of the curls were tangle-free. Now for the hard part. He wouldn’t be able to make this part painless, so he wanted to get it over with as fast as possible. He put the brush in, pulling it down and through the tangles, the bristles getting caught more than once.

“Oww, Steve, that hurts!”

“I know, but you need your hair brushed, okay?”

“But whyyy?”

“Because it’s so tangly and knotty! It’ll feel so much better when it’s brushed out.”

Steve continued brushing, all the knots and tangles making the process long and difficult. Many shouts and groans and hisses punctuated the process, Eddie crying at the pain. Steve tried to go easily, making the process as painless as he possibly could. He winced every time there was a snag, every time Eddie cried out, every time he flinched. But eventually, all the knots came free, all the tangles were brushed out, and his hair was smooth. Steve continued brushing, making sure all of them were out. Eddie liked the feeling now, it didn’t hurt anymore and the feeling of the brush against his head was amazing. He began to purr once more, Steve gently running his hands and the brush through this hair. After Steve was done and pulled the hairbrush away from his head, Eddie whined, wanting more.

“That’s it, hair’s all brushed.”

Eddie grumbled a bit but followed Steve out of the bathroom and over to the living room. Eddie hopped on the couch as Steve turned on a movie, laying next to him, leaning up against him. Eddie felt the warmth of Steve on his body, closing his eyes, sleepy from the day’s events. They both eventually fell asleep like that, unable to even finish the movie.

#eddie munson #safe vore #soft vore #steve harrington #stranger things vore #stranger things #steddie #drider #argyle #johnathan byers

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tigerdrop · 3 years ago

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in lieu of doing more strenuous hand-based activities heres the Dogboy Gordon In Heat Megamix ive been talking about. i wrote this over the course of a couple months in an effort to feel okay about writing horny shit again and i only just realized there are nearly 6 thousand words here. and they only really fuck for like 10% of that

ta-dah

ive thought a lot about gordon being stuck back at gordonhouse after getting kicked out of barneyhouse. i think its ripe for a lot of pining. (and yes, he is pining over the guy hes actively banging. hes being a big mopey idiot over the fact that he doesnt get to have his fuckbuddy around 24/7.) absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever and gordons already at a baseline of "wheres benrey. wheres benrey"......and now i am about to turn it up to 11

so lets say......gordons starting to feel weirdly under the weather. sweaty and irritable and tired. hes holing himself up in his room a lot, wrapping himself up in blankets to fight off a chill and a sniffliness that wont go away. and hes gettin awfully moody, too. real fuckin testy. starting shit with freemind for no reason and snapping at og gordon like hes a teenager. and......hes nesting, almost, or at least, gathering up a whole bunch of blankets and pillows and anything that smells vaguely like benrey. (hes not really aware hes doing this last thing.)

basically, long story short, feetman is fucked up. hes pathetic. hes being a huge bitch. at least og gordon feels vaguely sorry for him, and expresses this by way of observing him and trying to treat it. for science. its better than freemind, who just loudly complains about him being a huge bitch and reeking up the place. theres something weird coming from vr gordons corner of the house.....a musky, heady, hormonal kind of thing that makes freemind act simultaneously territorial and irritable and more lascivious than normal. and that also piques og gordons attention, because having both of them be wound up little freaks at the same time is enough to make even the most resilient person pull their hair out

now gordon primes got his suspicions as to whats going on, but hes not gonna tell vr gordon that he suspects hes going into heat. that would compromise the experiment, and all that. so poor gordons just going thru all this shit not knowing what in the fuck is wrong with him and getting more worked up and irritable about it by the day. hes convinced that hes just got the flu, or something......except, uh, haha, jesus christ he is horny all the FUCKING TIME

he doesnt get it! he feels like shit all the time, so why is he constantly fighting off boners and having weird wet dreams and thinking about-- well. his fucking boyfriend, he guesses. (are they boyfriends?? he doesnt know. he gets a weird, sharp pang when he thinks about them not being boyfriends, at this point, but its not like theyve ever talked about it!) gordons half-convinced that hes just losing his mind from being stuck inside all the time and he really just wants to see benrey again. its, like, all he thinks about. (see? hes losing it. theres the proof.)

the sucks thing for everybody else is that gordon is also Extremely Vocal about how shitty he feels and how much he wishes he didnt feel shitty so he could go see benrey and how much he cant stand benrey for not being able to read his mind and come over when he feels bad. eventually freemind gets so sick of his shit that he decides to cut out the middleman and get benrey involved directly. "come take care of your fucking dog before i call the aspca! animal neglect is a crime, asshole!"

(if pressed, freemind would adamantly reject the idea that hes being nice to gordon. but on some level, hes kinda sympathetic. the guys clearly miserable, and he just keeps asking for the same fucking thing. might as well humor him to shut him up.)

vr gordon is completely unaware of these machinations, however. hes just holed up in his room trying to work out what makes him feel better because, uhh, powerade isnt helping

jacking off doesnt do a whole lot for him anymore. like, it feels good, but its not very satisfying. gordon just ends up feeling more restless than anything afterward. and hes always stupid horny. more blankets. a box fan. less blankets. sleeping with one of benreys shirts pressed up to his face. grinding into his pillow when he wakes up hard from yet another weird dream. theyre all a little helpful, and he feels like hes working towards the right thing, somehow, but its never really enough to take the edge off

and then.....he tries......jerking off more. especially when he realizes that its bizarrely soothing to do so while he can smell benrey up close and personal on that stupid shirt of his. better still when he rolls onto his side.....and then his stomach.......rocking his hips into the mattress until he gets the idea to lift his hips a little. and......oh. cool. something kind of......clicks. in his head. as he raises his hips higher while he keeps his arms wrapped around a pillow and benreys shirt jammed against his nose. hes got that lil moment of realization that this is good, actually. this feels like a good move. and its making some of that discomfort melt away

and gordon thinks about.....how it felt. earlier. when they were with barmey. and benrey had him just like this, ass up, face down, and was spreading him apart and licking him open and making him submit and he groans so fucking hard that embarassment just rips through him like lightning. but his tail starting to wag a little faster.....electricity shooting through his belly......and he cant help but wonder. what if benrey had kept going? pulled back and-- maybe, replaced his tongue with his fingers, one at a time, curling them inside him and telling him how well hes behaving and-- and his dick throbs, hard, and gordon realizes he wants fingers inside of himself right fucking now, thank you, hes not fully certain how to accomplish it be he is going to fucking try

(sigh) so my guy figures out about the old fingers in the ass trick. and i need you to understand that i am fully convinced that this is one of those guys who has an uproarious reaction to getting fingers in his ass. mr repressed and uptight over here doesnt really get what the big deal is until he gets braver and pushes a little deeper and hes rock hard in an instant, goodbye, just like everybodys favorite creative writing exercise

and this is what he decides to do for a solid day or two without leaving his room, because, honestly, this is awesome. and the longer he spends jerking off the less time he spends stressing about the fact that his imaginations getting really vivid, here. sure, like, hes no stranger to weird dreams even before this, but this is the first time hes really letting his mind run wild and this dude is nonstop thinking about being bred and gordon still has no fucking idea that hes in heat. doesnt even occur to him

unfortunately this also does not solve his problems but at least it feels baller and it keeps him occupied. also, unfortunately, the increased rate of jerking off is causing a serious uptick in Dog Smells, the effect of which is turning freemind into a nightmare. its just not good vibes in this house. enter: benrey

now i need you to understand that when these two meet up again i want gordon to get Emotional. think about how genuinely excited he gets to see some of his pals in canon. the like......excitement and disbelief when benrey shows up outside his window throwing rocks at it before noclipping in. he forgets to even act pissed off at first. i think it would be super fucking cute for him to drop the game for a moment just out of shock, basically. his tails waggin, his ears are perked up, and hed probably tackle benrey to the ground if he wasnt also a sweaty, trembling mess whos been holed up in his room for days.

and benrey has No Fucking Idea what he has walked in on here. as far as benrey knows, freemind just demanded he get over there and take care of his dog.

(INTERLUDE: here is the part where i gin up a freemind POV of this exact scene. b/c i am out of my fucking mind

so. i had the thought of a freemind POV chapter where hes spying on gordon and benrey.....because. gordons in heat. ive talked about that scenario before too (literally so many FUCKING times okay i just need this dude to have the uncontrollable urge to be bred like a little bitch! and for benrey to take pity on him and make him feel better by nutting in him literally as many times as is physically possible!!!)

but i wanna manifest it in this specific way: from an outside perspective. voyeurism is great and also i have a one track mind and basically the only time i traffic in Other Guys in this fandom anymore is as a participant in gordon and benreys horse shit. Im not apologizing for this

lets say.....vr gordons behavior has been getting worse and worse for "unknown reasons" and freeman prime just sees it as a key observational opportunity for his research. while freeminds getting really irritated at how much its cutting into his normal way of life. for one thing, vr gordons room reeks, and he cant even escape it in his own room! and its turning him into a feisty, aggressive, and loud son of a bitch. but he cant even resolve it in his usual fashion at this point (baiting vr gordon into another competition/fuckfest) b/c gordons being a little sadsack holed up in his room and doesnt wanna play

but also.....he kinda just feels bad for the guy at a certain point. hes clearly really miserable and looks downright ill and all hes asking for is to see his boytoy again. (gordons convinced that hes dying, and feels the need to dramatically speak to benrey one last time before he croaks.) so freemind decides, in all his benevolence, to go over gordon primes head and drag the guy over there anyway. (with machinations, not his literal bare hands. what is he, a caveman?) he reasons that itll be a good opportunity to twist gordons arm into groveling at his feet later

and he spies on the two of them in gordons room.....why? idk. possibly something to do with investigating this relationship between a gordon and a barney that he had yet to fully analyze. tl;dr he gets trapped in their closet for a remix of that one barmey voyeurism chapter b/c why the fuck not

i just.....i dont know.....i think theres something really charming about a 3rd party not being able to fully make out what theyre saying or doing but piecing things together anyway.....like benreys weirdly soft tone of voice when hes talking to a super agitated gordon. as far as any of them know, hes not really like that. he either sounds bored or smug, but either way, its usually straight-up antagonistic

it would make freemind bristle to hear it b/c its almost a mocking tone, but.....it makes gordons shoulders drop and gets him to let go of some of that tension and thats probably fascinating to watch. literally soothing him like a stressed out dog, huh. smoothing back his hair and murmuring things in a low, even tone that freeminds enhanced hearing still isnt good enough to make out. (the guy mumbles, okay? he needs a fucking toastmasters meetup.)

it would equal parts horrify and fascinate freemind, in my onion. watching a version of himself fall that hard into the loyal pet role.....its pathetic! for all that gordon goes on about not being a slave to his instinct or whatever, he sure is doing a bad job of acting like it! its like watching himself, but worse.

and benreys having to soothe him like a startled animal b/c he doesnt even know whats wrong with himself, but theres something thick enough on the air that even benrey can smell it, and hes taking some stabs at the dark. especially with how charged some of the shit gordons saying is......"i cant fucking take it anymore", "you smell so good", "i dont know whats wrong with me, man, my dick hasnt gone down for days and im pretty sure i need a doctor-- no, a real one, not the other gor-- NOT a vet, JESUS"

and the whole time.....freeminds peeking from behind a closet door. watching them devolve from outright hostility into "gordon climbing into benreys lap and shoving one of benreys hands up his shirt and demanding that he fucking touch him already"

normally i dont think freemind would be averse to a little bit of voyeurism, here. if it was anybody else, hed probably at least engage in a little heavy petting. but this is getting weird, man. he cant shake the uncanny feeling that this is something too intimate for him to be watching. for one thing, gordons whimpering like a goddamn dog just from a little necking, and for two, hes never really been the kind of guy to watch people make out for 15 minutes before they get to the good stuff

its just kind of unsettling how much these two clearly really, really like each other at this point. its not like watching gordon prime give vr gordon a handjob as part of a "test". freemind expected more of a hatefuck kind of deal out of these two, what with how often gordons normally going on about how much he hates the guy, what a pain in the ass benrey is, how he just wishes benrey would stop jerking him around.....etc. freemind could shit himself right now. that lying bitch!

i imagine its also kind of painful, on a personal level, for him to watch this borderline-sappy shit. he cant even fathom being on the receiving end of that behavior, let alone from......well. theyve all got their barneys, right? and gordon primes basically doomed himself to incel status b/c he wont nut up and do anything about it. freemind just assumed they were all in the same boat: cursed to casual sex with their roommates/clones, forever, and unable to achieve any kind of intimacy b/c all 3 gordons are fucked up in the exact same way. since theyre all just diff flavors of the same fucking guy, right?

well, theres the evidence that hes wrong. and that vr gordons better than him, somehow. thats gotta suck, bro

anyway then he watches vr gordon get railed in the ass a bunch and jerks off anyway b/c its still hot. see ya)

“take care of your dog”. huh. hes got no clue what that means but, yknow, he does kinda miss his dog. hasnt seen gordon in awhile. and he immediately comments "wow. you look fucked up" in as blunt and unsympathetic a way as possible. but gordons so far gone that he cant even work up a good anger about it. he is pretty fucked up, man. and benrey sits on the bed and slaps his forehead with a palm to take his temperature (and that gets gordon to bitch at him, finally, that thats not how you do it, asshole) and judges that, uh, he is hot. in his expert opinion

and thats when gordon kinda grabs his sleeve and tugs it and starts tryin to say something. hes really bad at it, because he is having to perform the mortifying task of Owning Up To It, but eventually he manages to grind out that he needs benrey to touch him, please. just pet him. something. he feels really bad and he just needs benrey to scratch his fucking ears. this is the most gordon can cop to in one go, and it is such a sad struggle to watch, but benreys caught off guard by it and he feels weirdly bad for gordon upon hearing it so hes just like "whoa, okay" when gordon tugs his hand to his head

gordon groans the moment his fingernails start scratching behind the ears and digging into his scalp. even just that much feels really fucking good. its comforting, for one thing, and its benrey, for another, and the physical touch feels so fucking good right now that goosebumps are crawling down his neck. gordon cant help but lean against benrey and bury his head in the crook of his shoulder. he wants to hide his face from scrutiny and he wants to get closer but he doesnt know how to say what his fucking problem is

and benreys weirdly quiet. just kinda mumbling and shushing him intermittently, awkward and not sure what to do b/c this is a level of intimacy he was not expecting but gordons sure is responding nicely to a second hand in his hair

so having both of benreys hands scratching at his scalp is really getting to gordon. hes scritchin behind the ears and gordons tails wagging at a mile a minute. the feelings making goosebumps race down his neck and arms. he starts kind of mumbling something into benreys shoulder, how hes been feeling so fucked up lately, and he squirms a little closer. hes not really aiming for anywhere in particular but every neuron thats firing in him right now is telling him to get closer. make contact. he missed the fucking guy, what can he say.

and one of benreys hands......slips down to gordons face. his jaw. a thumb pushing into that soft little divot between his jaw and neck, like hes trying to push up into gordons fucking teeth. its weird and bizarrely intrusive, but benreys hand is broad and warm and gordon leans into it anyway, groaning with relief. its not like its not doing anything for him. kind of the opposite, actually. then he palms at gordons neck, and gordon starts breathing harder. he can feel his heartbeat rabbit-fast, pushing against benreys skin (and theres no way benrey isnt feeling that, too).

benrey eyes are lidded and his breaths starting to get heavier, too. naturally, yknow, since gordons practically draped over him right now, melting all the more the longer benrey keeps petting him. oxytocin is crazy, man, especially when a guys in the full throes of some kind of chemical meltdown of the glands. gordons eyes are screwed shut, tail thumping furiously against the bed, and hes panting at benreys neck like hes a fucking dog. he just doesnt know how to articulate what the fuck his problem is

benrey smells insanely good to him right now, and gordon just blurts that out. benrey gives him some shit for it, but when gordon only makes a weird noise in response and fists his hands in benreys hoodie, it makes him shut up real quick. hes squeezing out words about feeling like he needs something, but its clearly a fucking effort. its almost pitiful

so. gordons crawled right into benreys lap, too impatient after days and days of feeling like this (you know, being in heat, in so many words). hes been pounding off like crazy, that brand new collar of his strapped to his neck nearly every time b/c hes that desperate to feel… well. *benrey*. he cant fucking jerk off to thoughts of anything else - porn doesnt do it for him, and his fantasies slip right back to the same thing every single time. its frustrating! hes bisexual, for gods sake! its not like hes normally immune to the wiles of the Phat Ass White Girl, but lately he just keeps ending up on his hands and knees and whining benreys name into his pillow and he couldnt focus on a girls rack if he tried

point being. hes being awfully fucking demanding. (and also, hes wearing the collar *right fucking now)*. he shoves benreys hand up his shirt and shivers the moment he makes contact with gordons burning-hot flesh. and hes demanding that benrey touch him already, jesus, hes losing his mind! and benreys just crooning at him, “bossy, huh,” but hes scritching gordons ears and palming at his side and nosing at gordons neck and gordon starts to feel like hes melting into it. his protests at being talked down to are perfunctory at best

benrey licks a stripe up gordons neck and starts muttering his stupid horseshit right in gordons ear and it makes gordon clutch his shoulders so tight, claws digging into the meat of him. benreys kind of into it, though, and it just makes him laugh, low and harsh and right in gordons ear. that just makes gordons problem worse. he lets out quiet, nasal whines on every exhale, like a literal fucking dog.

he starts teasing, like, “haha, you’re *gagging* for it, bro,” but gordon doesnt respond with the defensiveness he expects. instead, its like opening a floodgate - he is, hes fucking *desperate*, okay, his dick hasnt gone down in days and he wants benrey so bad he cant see straight and he cant stop thinking about him and all of this comes tumbling out of him at once. gordons trying to press himself as close to benrey as he can physically get, legs straddling benreys lap and arms clutched tight around his back. and when benrey prods a little more, tells gordon to say what hes been thinkin about, gordon starts to pant, squeezing his eyes shut. but he cant bring himself to do anything more than choke and stutter on the words

hes half-hard in his underwear already (and, lets be be clear, he was only in boxer briefs and a tank top to begin with. hes sweating buckets and its the least amount of clothing he could get away with wearing around the house) and his tails thumping a mile a minute and hes so far gone, just from benrey talking down to him and kissing his neck and scratching his ears. but hes not budging yet, so benrey slides that hand on his ears over to his ponytail and *yanks*. tells him, “speak.” gordons dick twitches rapidly, and he lets out a sharp sound, and he finally says it: he needs benrey to *fuck* him, jesus

benrey lets out a harsh breath at that. “yeah? thats what puppy wants?” and the nickname should blister him, make him feel to embarrassed to continue, but gordons too desperate to care. he just starts spewing a litany of “god yes”s and “please”s. hes getting harder and harder, pressed up against benreys belly, and benrey can *feel* it. “good boy,” he mutters, and those claws dig harder, that panting gets louder and harsher

he slips a hand around to gordons back, rubbing slowly for a moment as if to soothe him, and then slides it under the back of gordons boxers. and lower still. starts rubbing at gordons hole. that gets a quiet “oh god” out of gordon.

gordon cant help himself - he rocks forward against benrey, just a little, rubbing his bulge against what he realizes is benreys *extremely* hard dick in his sweatpants. hes not the only one whos got it bad. but he *is* the only one whispering, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as benrey pushes a little further, makes as if hes about to breach gordon dry. the poor guys so needy that he probably wouldnt even argue!

but benrey just stares at him, wide eyed and flushed, mouth hanging open a little. gordons so hot for this that it surprises the both of them.

anyway after some boring position finagling benrey coaxes gordon onto his hands and knees, running a broad hand down gordons shaking back. and he pulls back gordons tail, exposing him. its so fucking humiliating - gordons got his face buried in a pillow, and his ass in the air, and hes never felt so *vulnerable* before. he wants to argue, he wants to lift his head and look back to make sure that everythings, like, okay back there - benreys staring at his entire asshole, okay, and he wasnt exactly anticipating benrey making a house call to fuck him in the ass - but every time he lifts his head, or starts to say something neurotic about it, benrey chides him about it. clicks his tongue. tells him, “hey. dogs dont talk” or “i said *bow*, bro”.

for all his insisting that hes a real guy, that hes not just a dog, gordons feeling less and less like a human and more like something in thrall to his instincts. the condescension rankles like it always does, but doing what benrey tells him to feels good. feels natural. presenting himself like this feels like what hes *supposed* to do. it doesnt stop him from running his mouth entirely, but it helps to mitigate some of the embarrassment.

and then… benrey *licks*. gordon tenses and gasps. he doesnt know how benrey can stand it, its gotta be, like, unhygienic! but that didnt scare him off the last time they tried this, and its not like gordon hasnt thought about it since. hes thought about it a lot, actually. but hes been too neurotic to ask for it. benreys not stupid, though. hes a good dog owner (at least, so he thinks) and hes gonna take care of his dog. so he licks again, and again, pressing a little harder against gordons hole on each pass with the broad side of his tongue until he dares to breach it with the tip.

gordons rock hard again in an instant. his dick hangs between his legs and drips onto the sheets. he digs his fingers into the pillow now, tearing holes in its surface with those sharp nails of his, and he makes embarrassingly high noises that he muffles into into the pillow, too. hes tense, hes so fucking tense, he should be clamping down and making benreys task really fucking hard, but theres bright pink sweet voice dripping from his hole and benreys rubbing the side of his thigh in an effort to soothe him and both of these things work in tandem to get him to relax. and benrey works his tongue in further, further than a human ought to.

the tip was one thing, but it gets wider as benrey pushes it in, and its just as good as it was before - better, even, because now its just the two of them, just a master and his dog, and benreys the only one he wants to see him like this. bent over and whimpering. he cant— he cant stomach the thought of anybody else doing this to him. hell, there was a point once where the idea of stomaching *benrey* doing this to him would have made him laugh. but here he is. benreys fucking him open with his tongue and pressing against something thats making him see stars and gordon just wants *more*. he says it so sweet, too, voice growing hoarse and raw as he begs benrey to just fucking do it already, he doesnt wanna come like this!

gordon gets so worked up and emotional about it that benrey takes the time to scratch behind his ears again, shushing him and telling him to chill. benreys got him. hes been a good dog, and good dogs get treats. hearing the words “good dog” makes gordons entire body flush. thats all he wants, really. he wants to be a good dog. he wants to be *told*. he blurts out, “oh my god— say it again,” and benreys like, “huh? say what? youre gonna have to be more specific,” clicking the last syllable. it makes all the hairs on gordons head rise and prickle with shame. the best he can do is mumble it into his pillow.

benrey hears it, though, and tugs at gordons collar from behind, just enough to raise his head. “whassat? you want me to call you a good boy?” gordon cant bring himself to answer that directly, but his stupid body betrays him by making him whine. jesus christ, yes, thats all he WANTS! he needs benrey to be good and nice to him for once in his fucking life and give him what he wants instead of taking, taking, taking! but benrey just tells him that hes gonna have to earn it. gonna have to be *real* good for him. gordon could fucking snarl at that, but benreys pulling back to rub his dick between gordons cheeks and against his hole and that shuts him up pretty fast because hes *so close* to getting what he wants and hes not about to fuck it up now by running his big dumb mouth

and then… he starts to push in. that sweet voice has loosened gordon up enough to take even benrey, who, uh, is definitely the bigger of the two, in that regard. he goes slow, uncharacteristically so, and gordons chest heaves with the force of how hard hes breathing. a quiet string of “oh god”s spills out of him as he tries to crane his neck back to watch. the head breaches him with a strange popping sensation, and benrey groans, loud, as the rest of him slides in with little resistance in comparison. “good,” he pants in turn, “youre takin it so good,” and—

and gordon comes, in weak, aborted spurts. it snuck up on him. he clenches so fucking tightly that it winds benrey a little. he breathes out, “whoa. did you—” but gordon just begs him to shut up, keep going, hes not— hes not done yet, its always like this, its not *enough*. his dick barely even flags afterward, it just hangs there, achingly hard and dripping with cum. benrey cant even find it in himself to make fun of him. he wants it so fucking bad, doesnt he? and he feels so good, so fucking tight and slick around benrey that the only thought running through his head is “gotta take care of my dog gotta fuck my best friend gotta nut in him and make him howl”. so he pushes himself alllll the way in until theyre pressed together, skin to skin.

then he starts to move. slow, careful thrusts, more for benreys benefit than gordons. if hes not careful, hes gonna blow his load, right then and there, and hes trying to make it good for gordon, too, okay? unlike *some* of them, hes not gonna bust in two minutes and then spend the next half hour crying and trauma-dumping to the guy hes still got his dick inside of.

once he thinks hes got a grip, though, benrey starts fucking him in earnest, and that changes gordons vocalizations from weak little whimpers into something louder. less restrained. hes given up any pretense of being quiet so that his other selves dont hear that hes snuck his boytoy into his room. just loud, wordless moans on each thrust, initially muffled into the pillow but soon spilling into the wider room when he turns his head to catch his breath. the only words hes managing are “oh god” and “please” and “benrey, benrey, *benrey*”, and benrey just responds to him like, “yeah? thats good? fuuuck, bro, so good for me,” all short of breath and barely able to speak himself

he wants to see gordons face. he *needs* to see gordons face. needs to see what hes doing to him, needs to see that cute fuckin blush of his. so he tugs on gordons collar again, bringing him to his hands and knees properly instead of that bowing position. and then further still - pulls him back so that benreys on his knees, and gordons on his knees in turn, on his lap, cock still buried inside of him and fucking him in short, hurried thrusts. “paws up,” benrey tells him, and gordon does it. instantly. no resistance. just folds them at his chest like a real dog would.

“whos a good boy?” benrey croons, right in his ear again. gordon gasps, “i-i am!”

“yeah? youre a good boy?” nod, wail. “whose— whose good boy are you?”

and gordon chokes on his response. he cant say it, he *cant*, he doesnt want to be benreys but he does, he *does*. he doesnt want to be benreys because its not fucking fair! he cares so fucking much! so much more than benrey does, it feels like, obsessing over the guy like hes wrapped thorny vines all around gordons heart and he cant so much as shift in his seat without feeling the tug and the ache and thinking of benrey again. and benrey doesnt care, he never fucking cares, except—

except he showed up at gordons house, in his room. without even being asked. like he knew something was wrong. and he— hes always talking to gordon, shooting him stupid texts just to make him laugh. scheduling *date nights* for them. date nights where, yeah, maybe they couldnt see each other in person, and maybe they always end in some kind of depraved sexual act, but its not like gordons not into it. hes frighteningly into it, actually. and hes *so* into hearing benreys voice, low and crooning, right in his ear, and seeing him lean on an elbow and smile at him afterward. its— its practically genuine. and benreys always making excuses to talk with him, do things with him, watch stupid fucking movies that only gordon cares about and stream with him on twitch to help boost his subscriber count and—

and—

oh god. maybe he *does* care. that might be more terrifying than the alternative.

then benrey yanks the collar again. presses the whole of gordons back against his front in one hot, unbroken line. and asks, “i said, whose good boy are you, bro? *speak.*”

“benrey,” he blurts out, a ragged moan, “d-dont make me sa-AY it, oh god—”

“no?” benrey stills suddenly. his hands keep gordon stuck in place, unable to move or bounce or feel benrey shift inside of him. “thats, uh… thats too bad, friend. this trains for good boys only. good dogs go to heaven 2. no bad dogs allowed. gonna have to, uhh, escort you off—”

“im not a bad dog!”

“i dunno, gordo. bein’ kind of, uh… disobedient.”

(sorry. thats all i got . byeeee)

#this is so far from finished b/c A) im a coward now and B) typing qith my left hand sucks so i dont wanna do it right now. Sorry #writin stuff

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (4/4)

Here we are! What a journey, and while perhaps this season wasn't at MoM level it was REALLY good, with great new villains/allies, great little throwbacks and an awesome story! 🤩

How to get this was very good to great? Give me a very good ending Seabound!! 💕💕

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

I genuinely got too much into this remaining four episodes and forgot to put any general thoughts 😅 So you'll see me rambling at the end, see you there 😉

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

This title really summarize my feelings so far, like, I'm seriously wondering how it will move on from now, but I do expect the outcome to be CRAZY 🤯

Aaahhhh, yep, the one in Shintaro is a fake 😅 I wonder when did the change happen? How did Kalmaar pulled that off, wow

I'M SORRY WHY ARE WE PUTTING THE TITLE SCREEN WITHOUT THE INTRO?? THAT'S A FIRST EPISODE STUFF AND IT HONESTLY SCARES ME??? It reminds me of Winds of Change too and that episode was WOW 😭😭😭

Heeeeyyy, it's youuuu... huh... *watch scribble on hand* google snake guy, huh... Glucose... yep, good old Glutine and everything 😅

Are we having a "I may have made a mistake being evil" with this guy?

Jay: ah, Prime Empire! I was in that game you know! I fought for my life and the ones of all of Ninjago and I've seen my best friends and the love of my life die before my eyes... good times 🙂

Jay and Nya having fun at DDR has to be one of my favorite thing, they are so in sync and so lovable ❤💙❤💙

DID THEY ACTUALLY PUT THE JAYA SHIP NAME INTO THE SHOW??? OMG GUYS THE FANDOM IS TAKING OVER THE SHOW AT LAST!!! 🤯🤯🤯 The electric Jaya, heeeyy, niiicee 😎😎😎

HOW CUTE CAN YOU BE

MY SHIP 💙❤💙❤ They even gave each other high gives... this is neat, and it means something awful will happen right 🙂

Commissioner: he's saying something about a giant snake... and the end of the world... didn't we already have something like that?

Okay yep, he did the trick while fighting Nya, dang Kalmaar is sneaky! Not too shabby... but I gotta say, the summoning of the Great Devourer was a lot more dramatic 🤣🤣 Props to the serpentine, still my favorite snakes 💪💪

Wojira seems to be a little smaller than the Devourer maybe? His head way bigger than the bounty, while hers is not that massive even in comparison with Kalmaar

I might be wrong but at first glance, I stand by my opinion and by the superiority of the OG giant snake 🤷‍♀️

Yep Glutine guy did have a change of heart, better late than never 🤷‍♀️

You're telling me that Jay doesn't do engineering anymore, okay... HOW IS KAI A BETTER SOLUTION??? 🤣🤣🤣 Lol look at the messy brothers, love Lloyd and Kai so much I miss them interact 💚❤💚❤

Thank you Kelly for the alert 😗

It makes me wonder if they actually do have simulations of evacuations often, it would be pretty smart considering the city 🤷‍♀️

OKINO IS THERE HI DUDE!!! 😍 I hope he's doing great! 🥰🥰

Gail Gossip! Been a while!

WOW, this is going Deluge like, my first Spinjitzu Master! 😱 How... how do we go with three episodes from here? Like, I'm guessing Nya will have to do what Nyad did before her (which TERRIFIES me), so are they going to struggle trying to find another way? IDK BUT I'M IN LET'S GO!! 🤯

ASSAULT ON NINJAGO CITY

Alright, pretty straightforward title, let's see what we got here!

Tourists?... that actually makes sense, I mean, I would want to visit all the places where history was made on this island 😍 Aww nice to see they remember the battle against Garmy of Hunted, also that it is known that Jay was the one who faced Unagami 👍👍

DARETH!!! 🤎🤎🤎

Where have you been you knucklehead, I've missed you! 💕 I think I've last seen him in a commercial from the Fire Chapter?

This is a terrible guide 😵 Not knowing the brown ninja? Owner of the dojo the Green Ninja had trained in? Brief commander of the Stone Army? Master of makeup and puffy potstickers? Unforgivable, someone fire this woman ASAP 😡😡

LOOK AT DARETH TAKING CHARGE!!! 🤩 He's right, he should get involved every once in a while, come on guys!

Ah okay good, I'm not the only one struggling with that google snake name 😂

Yay Bentho is fully integrated with the team! He is a great addiction, like, I know he'll probably take the throne at the end or something but I do hope we'll need his help again in the future! 💙

Sometimes I forget how much I love Kai and Zane interacting 🤣 The brainiac and the airhead 🤍❤🤍❤

Oh right, Cole came back from Shintaro! So... now in this extremely secret city there is a fake amulet hanging into a highly secured place... how is it always Shintaro the keeper of flukes? 😂😂

A bath as a boat but it has a whole 😂😂 I love this show's randomness

What ears are they supposed to cover 😅

I LOVE THIS ATMOSPHERE!!! 😍😍😍 Between the gray sky of storm and the sea underneath, this is the perfect scenario for Wojira and it's not even forced! I love how they are handling backgrounds for Ninjago recently, I really hope it gets as good as in the finale of Prime Empire 💙💙💙

AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhh okay for a moment I was scared Wojira was going to eat Jay 😅 After The Island this is already the second time Bluebell risks it... STOP

WHY THE CLIFFHANGER!?!?

NUUUUU WHAT NOW??? 😱😱😱 We have two more episodes, how is this going to end? I DON'T KNOW AND I REALLY WANT TO PLEASE GIVE ME A GOOD FINALE SEABOUND!!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

NYAD

I AM SCARED FOR MY WATER LILY OKAY

Daaaang she can just float on that? She got super good at controlling water! Now I want her and Kai just randomly flying around with their powers 😂😂 Kai got missiles in his hands come on 🔥🔥🔥

JAY CAN YOU LET ME WORRY ABOUT YOU GUYS ONE AT THE TIME??? 😱

What would Kai do? WHAT WOULD KAI DO?? DID YOU DECIDE YOU WANT TO DIE JAY WHY WOULD YOU THINK OF HIM??? ... although technically Kai is the only one with Jay who didn't straight up die before coming back to life in a dramatic moment... huh... Kai might be the most reasonable choice after all 😅

We grew up from Ninja never quit to NINJA AREN'T IDIOTS AND KNOW WHEN TO GET THE HECK OUT 😎😎 Even our motto got a character development 💪

JAY NOOOOOOOO 😱😱😱😱

BENTHO YAAAAAAASSSS 🥳🥳🥳🥳 Did I ever say that I love shark boy? BECAUSE I FREAKING DO!! 💙

Master prankster Wu once again, take that empty ship Calamari head 😎 Although the poor bounty doesn't deserve to get destroyed as many times as it did until now, it's my favorite ship... pun intended 😜

Ah more ninjajan, wait a moment

"Auto Pilot". Fair enough, although I was hoping for a "psych" or something 😂😂

NO WAIT NO WHAT THE HECK!!! I THOUGHT JAY GOT SAVED HE INHALED WATER??!? BLUEBELL NOOOO!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

But Cole running to his best friend immediately? HECK yes 🖤💙🖤💙

NYA CARRYING HER BOYFRIEND BRIDAL STYLE THIS IS THE RIGHTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!!! ❤💙❤💙❤💙❤💙 Gosh this season gave me amazing Jaya moments, I've been fed 👌👌

Okay Lloyd pacing back and forth? Kai already mad at their enemies? All the guys eager to help Jay? MY FAVORITE NINJA FAMILY BABY!!! 😎😎

I NEED A MOMENT 😭

Oh... oh gosh I knew Nya doing the Nyad thing was meant to happen, but this way? My heart is melting already 😭

I remember a post that said that Jay told Nya that he loves her many times, while she never did. Tommy reponded that she lets her actions speak... boy do I see it now, I see all of her love 😢😢

I never felt such conflicting emotions for a villain like I do for Kalmaar, like, he caused so much pain to Nya... but he is voiced by Giles... but he is the reason Jay is hurt... but that startle gag 😂😂😂

Okay this? Is adorable?

What the HECK? The police in this city is generally not very helpful, but the Commissioner is very wholesome 💜

Nyaaaaaaa 😭😭😭😭 I didn't think it was possible to love her even more, she was ignored for so long during the show, but now we finally see all of her. She is an amazing warrior, a selfless person, and a real hero 💪💪 And coming from such a mature girl that doesn't like to act irrationally, this means so much more

Jaya grew up so much, it went through some very questionable phases yes, but what they have here? It's the result of all they had lived together 💙❤💙❤

I have chills, this is amazing so far, I'm legit scared of going further 😱

SHE SAID IT!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Okay this moment, everything, EVERYTHING, is absolutely marvelous. Nya said I love you without a voice, alone, showing again that she values the actions more, but still her feelings are 100% truthful. Then the transformation (THERE IT IS HER BEAUTIFUL WATER FORM 😍😍😍), Jay getting saved, the realization of what she just did from everyone... DANG IT IT'S ALL BEAUTIFUL HOW LONG DID IT TAKE TO THINK OF THIS SCENE???

*slow clap for Bragi, Tommy, and the Ninjago crew*

Jay and water Nya with their hands together gives me big The Form of Water vibes... LOVE THAT MOVIE WHO'S READY FOR AN AU??

Jay wants to help her, I had no doubt 💙 They always help each other in these BOUNDs seasons 😍😍😍

Kalmaar: where are the ninja??

Commissioner: I don't know, they are ninja!

FINAL BATTLE INCOMING AAAAHHH I HOPE THIS WILL HAVE A GOOD ENDING OMG BRING IT!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

THE TURN OF THE TIDE

Oh, curious title? It feels a little vague, I don't really know what it could be

YES GIRL GO GET HIS CALAMARI BUTT HECK YES!!! Just how cool can you be for walking slowly while the attacks go straight through you? 😂

Hey Nya still recognizes Jay! 😃😃

HEY NYA GOT VAPORIZED WTH 😱😱 It's too early, I don't believe that's it!

WHOA JAY WENT BERSERK JUST NOW!! I don't think I've seen this before, this is the coolest thing! 💙💙💙 I just love when he shows how strong he is, you can be a comic relief AND kick butts 😎

FIGHTING ANIMATIONS MAN I LOVE THESE SCENES!! 😍😍😍

What the- was... was that a cameo of the lightning chicken? Ninjago what the HECK I love your randomness 😂😂

BENTHOMAAR TAGS IN!!! Showing off why he is best boy of the season 💙 These fightings are very cool but I can't help imagining Wojira just chilling while there are midgets getting very angry at each other onto her head 🤣🤣🤣

WHOA, CALAMARI BITE! Kalmaar got the Pythor treatment... might change color by next season if he returns 😅

(Please return I loved having Giles' voice in this season 💙💙💙)

NYA IS A DRAGON!!! I REPEAT NYA IS A DRAGON!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍 I was wondering where the dragon moment was, this is Ninjago after all 🤷‍♀️

Head empty, just Jay smiling softy at Nya because he loves her 💙💙💙

IT'S RAINING NYA, HALLELUIA IT'S RAINING NYA, HEYE!! ☔☔☔ This fight is MASSIVE! We had finales with big creatures before but now one of the ninja is big enough to face them and that's 🤯

NYA DID IT!!! 🤩🤩🤩 ... now onto the angst that I KNOW it's coming

Kai being unbelieving is tragic, and Jay's "don't leave me" broke my heart. Please end this misery, where is the deus ex machina that solves everything?

Wait she left?

...

WAIT SHE ACTUALLY LEFT??? WHAT THE HECK THEY AREN'T ENDING IT LIKE THIS

...

OH MY GOSH

ARE THEY?!?

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

Omg the grief in this is beautiful, nice to see Jay and Maya so close to each other! Also Kai leaning onto his mom while Cole is comforting his best best friend? Amazing, they really do these scenes great 👌

EVERYONE SHOWED UP I LOVE THIS CITY SO MUCH 😭😭😭 Aww Ed and Edna, wasn't this such a sad situation I would be so much happier to see you guys 🥺

Master Wu even mentioned that she built Samurai X, you really want to make me cry now do you? 🥺🥺

MAYA AND RAY 😢😢😢😢😢😢

Omg look at Cole being there for his best friend, he is amazing 🖤💙🖤💙

I have such Rebooted vibes from this... is it hopeful? That Nya comes back like Zane? She's no nindroid but still... oh my gosh they got her symbol on the vase I just noticed, I need more tissues 😭😭

"In loving memory of Kirby Morrow". Always in our hearts 🖤🖤🖤

...

Wow

WOW

THEY ACTUALLY DID IT I NEED ANOTHER MOMENT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHAT IN THE WORLD THIS IS THE BIGGEST CHANGE THEY DID IN A WHILE!!!

AND NOW WHAT??? 🤯🤯🤯

FINAL THOUGHTS

I'm speechless... like that's true, have A LOT to write over here 😅

This type of plot twist reminds me of our early seasons. Zane sacrificing himself, Garmadon giving up his life, those moments that made me so curious and excited about the following. I have no idea what will be the outcome for this, but I can't wait to find out

With that out of the way, AMAZING SEASON 😍😍😍 I think this finale beats MoM's, just because it was really unexpected and opens up a SEA of possibilities... yeah too soon 😭

I'm still shaken, my world, they did something HUGE and I do hope it will be a good shake to the entire Ninjago plotline. Nya is "gone", we still don't know about the person behind all that vengestone, we haven't heard from Garmy in forever, there are so many good ideas out there now that they've set the ground for more 🤩🤩

Voice acting was *chef's kiss*, not only for the villain which I already stressed enough about, I think Kelly reached a new level of emotional intimacy with Nya and I'm so happy she showed her skills 💜💜

Animation is TOP, there's little to no point into saying anything else since they showed it very clearly in the latest season ☺

This was the emotional, witty and engaging writing I was looking for! Good jokes, meaningful dialogues, emotional scenes, everything was really good and I'm gonna rewatch some scenes especially for that 😍

It turned out having Maya and Ray back was kind of a distraction to fool us all 😅😅 Well played actually, and it was very cool seeing them again in any case 🙋‍♀️

And now? Jay lost his love, I have no idea if the show will work on him getting over her or hold onto her memory (thinking of Jay probably the latter, although I do think that handling the first would be an interesting idea). KAI LOST HIS SISTER 😢😢😢 I have no doubt he's gonna beat himself up for it, like he did when Zane was gone too. Everyone lost their friend, she had become such a vital part of the team and now she is not here anymore it will be hard...

They are back with the four plus one green savior formation, I sincerely don't know how I feel about that 😅 I'm always happy when we get the OGs, but this is about going on without Nya... maybe Skylor will be called? Or Pixal will be more active? That could be interesting to see, who knows 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Gosh, how are they going to handle the next season? It will have to give A LOT of answers to the millions questions we all have right now. Man I can't wait, it could be anything!!! This is a Ninjago revolution!

But if I have to mention a little complain, and I'm a fangirl so I absolutely have to, Kai didn't show much of a reaction to Nya's "departure". Okay, she didn't straight up die like in Skybound (I'm gonna fear all BOUND seasons from now on 😱), but he's her brother and he loves deeply his family. Either we're gonna see him go all out next season, or the writers really did only focus on Jaya. A tiny bit salty... but you got me a fantastic finale so I'll move on 👍

Outstanding, I'm blown away. Whenever I think I'm used to this show they do stuff like this. I'm so glad and sad you guys 😅 But mostly happy that despite everything I still get very strong emotions while I watch this long time favorite show of mine 💜💜💜

What else can I say at this point? ONTO NEXT SEASON!!! 🤩🤩🤩

Thank you for reading me freaking out over LEGO spinning ninja as always! It helps me calm down but this time it might be harder thant the others... *sobs*

I need to lay down and process all of this, I'll be on my way 😂😂 BYE!!! 💜

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crisis-aversion · 3 years ago

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Consuming Superman content is just playing Russian roulette with “what flavour Lex do we get today?”

Like, my first major introduction to this section of the fandom was the nuanced character development, cute Lex/Clark friendship dynamics, and A-plus parenting (/s) skills of Lionel Luthor in Smallville

That was literally the first thing that actually got me into Superman (previously my only knowledge was a vague list of powers, the rhyme from the old tv show practically everyone knows, and that Lex would turn out as a bad guy in the end)

Predictably, Lex was my favorite character for the first few seasons of Smallville

Therefore whenever I see him my first reaction is always “you were such a nice guy what happened??”

And I think I’m much more sympathetic to the character bc of that early influence, but to me Lex is not your garden variety 🎵everybody wants to rule the world🎶 kinda villain, nor is he the dude that randomly decided he hated the local superhero

My personal interpretation of the character is “guy that saw this extremely powerful, practically invincible ‘superhero’ and thought. But what if he turns out to be evil. What if this is just this big trick to make us trust him and then we wake up one day and figure out we played right into his hands and now he’s in charge of everything. What can we do to stop him if that happens?” He just took that and ran a little too far with it

But if I’m being completely honest, I can’t entirely disagree with that point bc Supes is wicked overpowered

Lex isn’t even the only character in-universe that thinks that

Most of the others just happen to be ‘the good guys’ so they’re doing it for “different reasons”

And then his personality was ‘xenophobic git’ bc people are supposed to not like him, but the people like me who kinda agree with the idea of some kind of contingency plan (not actively trying to kill the guy though, Lex!) is actually a good idea exist so the reasoning of ‘paranoid git’ doesn’t completely work

Then DC just completely threw out any semblance of complexity or nuance and just said “haha he’s completely irrevocably evil and sometimes works with aliens even though he supposedly hates them” and that’s just not the character at all

IMO it’s not strictly that he doesn’t like aliens, he’s just concerned about why they’re here and what they want bc we don’t really know how to fight back if they don’t come in peace. He’s just too preemptive and needs to chill out and figure out they’re not here to cause chaos, Superman literally just wants to help people he doesn’t have any ulterior motives

Tbh I think that if Clark had just told him he was an alien within the first three seasons of Smallville things would have been a lot different

which I think about a lot actually

#smallville #Lex Luthor #dc #dc comics #before anyone inevitably gets mad at me for liking the guy #I like the One Specific Version #from the One Specific Show #that was depicted as likable for the first few seasons #had potential for positive character arcs and if things had happened differently may have achieved them #and I just tend to like fictional villains #that has no bearing on anything real #I just like to think about if he had been an ally not an enemy #bc I like making myself sad lol #YES I THINK SUPES IS OP #He has a list of powers longer than Lex’s rap sheet #it’s ridiculous #and he has like. two weaknesses #one of which is difficult to obtain #and the other requires some kind of scientific knowledge to synthesize #Lex is either very brave or very stupid to fight that when he’s just this normal dude #there are so many ways in which a single man having that much power can go Terribly wrong #Lex is just being too reactive and not thinking over what he’s doing #you make plans just in case and let the guy make decisions #once those decisions start turning negative Then you can be reactive #it’s not like a government where you have to take that power away before they figure out they can make bad decisions with it #it won’t be too late once the decisions start being negative if it’s just one dude #even if it’s one dude with a ridiculous amount of power #mine

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castleofclouds · 4 years ago

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NCT Reaction As Your Brother.

In which Nct Dream is your brother, and how they react around you.

Mark.

Mark Lee, is literally the type of brother that you needed the most.

Mark Lee is like your number one supporter fan.

He gives you a lot of attention, and care.

And ofcourse the best advice.

You can asked him anything that you had in your mind, and trust me he would listen to you and gave you the best answer.

He knows what's best for you.

"Yo dude, i'm going to the local store do ypu wanna go with me?"

"If you bought me an icecream? Then it will be yes."

"Sure! Any favorite flavor you want?"

"Dang, you know what's best!"

You guys are very chill with each other, and always think each other as a fun place to talk with.

"It's fine to make a mistake, you are a human, i'm a human, doesn't need to feel bad little sis."

Renjun.

He fight with you a lot.

Yup that's right.

You guys have the same mind when it comes to argument, doesn't want to be picking on.

He never think he is false neither you.

That's why the both of you mostly spend the day at house fighting in deciding things.

"Let's just do rock paper scicors! Then we settled."

"No, this ice cream was mine, i jinx on it."

In the end the both you decided not to eat because the both of you had a debate battle.

Even though like that, he cares for you a lot.

"Can you bought me a pad? Pleasee just this one.."

"Ughh.. Fine only this one, but just because you are my little sis."

"Thank you bro! I love you so much."

You shouted, he take a deep breath then muttered.

"I love you to, dummy."

Jeno.

To say how your brother and sister relationship with him is quite complex.

The both of you are very silent, so normally no one would like to start a conversation.

You only see him once for an entire day, it's mostly college.

But who knows even though like that, Jeno is the best listener you know.

Even though it didn't seems like it, the both of you are actually closer that it shows.

You often came to his bedroom whenever you felt sick or unwell, whenever you cry, you will always go to his bedroom to talk it all out.

"Are you okay?"

"No.. my friends, they tricked me, i thought they are the bestest friends i had.. turned out i was wrong.."

"No, it's not your fault, you doesn't know them that deeply, and they probably doesn't care, but instead of keep putting yourself on a eggshell why don't you try to search for the real one?"

Then he would hug you, and making a hot chocolate.

"Thank you."

"That's fine sis, anytime."

Then the both of you would spend the night talking to each other about all the things that you guys experience througout the entire day.

Haechan.

Haechan is like those bestfriend that you have.

Yeah, he basically a bestfriend of yours.

The both of you are very easy going, and extroverted, so you guys found each other interesting.

"Sis, i heard your boyfriend is very hot, you should introduce him sometime."

"No, ofcourse, you would just flirt with him, behind my back.

He shocked making a dramatic fall.

"Is this how you are now? Why? Am i wrong wanting to know more about my little sis."

You silent.

"Cut the camera, come here you donghyuck!"

He then smirk then ran away from you.

Then ended up playing a tagging game.

"I won!" He mocked.

"Bish! Not so fast!"

"Wait what?" Then he's alredy on the ground.

"Muahaha! I'm faster than you!"

That afternoon is a very mess tagging game you had.

"Sis, nice to have you as a part of the family."

"Whatever weirdo."

Jaemin.

Instead of brother he act like your mother.

He cares for you and give you a full attention wherever you goes.

"Okay here's a lunchbox make sure you eat it, don't eat to much though! And you water bottle!"

"Nana, i only go to school, i'm not going to i dunno a dangerous camp?"

"Oh no no no miss Na, you never knew what will happen it's better to be prepared than having to facing a problem in the future."

"Sure, i will go now."

He went silent, his smiles shown.

He pointed at his cheecks.

"No."

"Aww, please? Just once?"

"Nana, how many time do i have to told you i'm already 17 i'm not a little kids anymore.

Then he will complain how you didn't want to kiss his cheeks even though that's what you use to do, feels tired of him complain you decided to gives what he wants.

"That's my little sis, see you at 5!"

Chenle.

If he's a president, then you are a vice president, wait no you are a queen.

He spoil you a lot.

You want this? You will get it.

You want that, he will get you that.

If there's a song to tell how spoiled you are Seven Rings by Ariana Grande would be perfect.

But you know how humble he is deep down.

He's basically the most down to earth person you could ever met.

Well since he's like that, you are like that to, the both of you are very kind you can befriended anybody.

"Hey sis, want to have a trip together? Only thr two of us? It will be fun!"

"To where?"

"Paris would be great, don't you think?"

"Oh heck yeah, wait for me i'm going to change real fast."

"Btw bring your polaroid, we will have a lot of photography of memories when we visit."

"Ofcourse!"

Jisung.

Jisung and you are very shy.

So it's not a new news that you guys look very awkward with each other.

But deep down, he cares for you and give you attention that you deserve, since the both of you are literally scared of anything, you would scream then cried.

Then him being the knight he supposed to be, will shielding you from all the bad witch.

"Jisung!! There's a spider at the sofa!!" You screamed.

He came as fast as he could seeing your terrified face.

He get closer to the spider and see that little thing crawling over you sofa, you hid behind him.

He's armored with a mop that can kill that thing fast.

But the sad thing is that, he himself afraid of bug, especially spider, but he try to do his best protecting you.

He fail now that thing crawling closer to the both of you, you and him run to upstairs afraid of that little thing.

"I told you to shoo it away, why you make it to follow us?"

"I was afraid okay? Now let's not go to downstairs because that monster is terrifying!"

The both of you really stay upstairs and never went down to the living room.

Thank you very much for all the support that i get :" i can't say how much i feel appreciated, thank you and sorry for a late post hope you all have a good day!:D

Masterlist.

#haechan #mark lee #nct dream #jaemin #lee jeno #park jisung #renjun #nct #nct fanfic #nct fluff #chenle #nct dream reaction

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jeontaehui · 4 years ago

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TAEHEE CUT IN 2020 ENQUETE 20

taehee grabs the pen with curiosity and taps it against the table a few times, “what’s this?”

she places both arms on each side of the paper as she scans the questions, an amused smile growing on her face as she reads further down. “alright, i’ll try to answer this very honestly,” she flashes the camera a dimpled smile, her eyes crinkling into small crescents. “let’s start!”

Q1 Who is the most NEO member of NCT?

“jungwoo, no doubt. he’s so,” taehee swirls her pen around to get her thoughts across since words can only do so much, “you know what i mean? yeah, it’s jungwoo.”

members who chose her and why:

mark “even if i’ve been with her for- is it 8 years? or 9 years? even if i’ve been with her for that long, she always has a new side of her to show so, that’s why i think she’s neo.”

sungchan “she’s such a cool person. i haven’t practiced with her that much during trainee days but i feel like she’s got more to her. i’ll try to get to know her more!!!”

Q2 Who do you think is a hidden dance machine?

taehee hums in thought, “taeil hyung? i’ll go with taeil hyung.”

“he’s very cute when he dances,” she giggles, “i like it.”

Q3 Which member do you think acts cute a lot in a subtle way?

“definitely jisungie,” she writes without a doubt. “he denies it and says he doesn’t want to do it, but he does it anyways... he’s naturally cute, that’s why.”

“our jisungie, our baby jisungie,” she singsongs.

members who chose her and why:

taeil “this is definitely taehee. she says she hates it but she does it in the subtlest way, she doesn’t even notice it.”

mark “she has like... natural aegyo? she acts cute unintentionally, it’s kinda funny.”

haechan “ahh this is noona. she’s the first one that came into mind. the members in 127 all told her that but, she denies it,” he gives a pointed look at the camera, “watch our past videos, you’ll see. our noona is sooo stubborn~”

jeno “taehee noona. although she’ll never admit it, she does it naturally so...”

Q4 Who's someone that you don't know too well right now but want to get to know better?

“can i write more than one person?,” taehee looks around but no one was there to answer her, causing her to shrug at the camera. “it doesn’t say in the directions so i’ll just write the people,” she starts writing down three names, “that i think of.”

“shotaro, sungchan, xiaojun — these three. shotaro and sungchan are cute, there’s a feeling of protectiveness...?,” she bites her lip, “when i see them. as for xiaojun, we’re the same age and i think he’s really fun once you get to know him,” she smiles.

“i think we’re still shy around each other,” she giggles.

members who chose her and why:

shotaro “first of all, taehee noona is so cool on stage so i want to learn more from her too. secondly, she’s very nice and friendly. i think that’s why the members like her a lot,” he smiles sheepishly.

Q5 Who do you think will have the best chemistry with you?

“hendery,” she tells as she writes. “when we were recording some of the songs we worked on together, we clicked really well. i think it’s because he’s a funny guy and i like... laughing?,” taehee laughs at her own choice of words, “i think, yeah.”

members who chose her and why:

mark “i think it’s already obvious why. 9 years, dude.”

hendery “taehee is, first of all, so friendly and she gets a long with everyone so well even if she’s shy. and we’ve been hanging out a lot too, so i feel like we’re getting closer bit by bit.”

haechan “contrary to popular belief, we work well together,” he nods understandingly, “and therefore, everyone should be afraid of us.” “but everyone is already afraid of the two of you,” doyoung says as he stands behind him. “then i guess it’s already a known fact.”

Q6 Which member do you want to go traveling with in 10 years?

“dream,” taehee writes without hesitating. “that would be so fun, especially if it was like a reality show or something. even without the cameras, it would be really fun either way.”

haechan casually walks into frame and puts his chin on taehee’s right shoulder, lightly scanning the names she wrote so far. “have you written my name yet?”

“i wrote dream for the traveling question.”

“really? me too!!!,” he then hugs her very tightly, causing taehee’s face to contort into faux pain as haechan’s face was that of affection. “there’s snacks by the way if you want,” he finally lets go, still keeping his hands wrapped around her waist. “okay, i’ll be done in a bit.”

taehee pats haechan’s head before he walks away, a habit nctzens tend to notice between the two.

“OH!!!!,” she claps her hands together before writing down on the paper, “i think it would also be fun if all the ‘99 liners went on a trip too, but i also think we wouldn’t survive on our own. that’s why it’s funny,” she giggles.

members who chose her and why:

mark “we talked about going on road trips lots of times already so, i guess this is it.”

jeno “taehee noona? she’s fun and would plan the trip really well. i think we’ll enjoy our trip just fine if it was up to her. haechan as well, maybe?”

taeyong “taehee because she’s fun to be around,” doyoung whines at his answer. “okay, okay,” taeyong laughs. “doyoung and taehee.”

Q7 Who do you wish to take a walk with late at night?

“jaemin...?,” she thinks, “oh no, wait. maybe jeno? i’ll just write both.” she bites her bottom lip, “jaemin can be calm if he wanted to be. jeno goes with the flow too,” she explains.

members that chose her and why:

jaehyun “taehee because the atmosphere would be nice and... yeah that’s all,” he nods as his dimpled smile turns into a laugh.

jaemin “noona... yeah, i’ll write taehee noona for this one because she’s very chill, you know? chill~ sexy~”

jisung “noona !!!! she’ll treat me to eat late night snacks too, i think. it’ll be fun.”

Q8 Who do you think has the same preference as you?

“mmm not sure,” taehee trails off as she looks side to side. “maybe jaehyun oppa? i think ten hyung also- whatever i’ll just write what comes into mind.”

she ended up writing jaehyun, ten, and jaemin.

members that chose her and why:

jaehyun “we like almost the same things and... bond over these things, that is why i chose her.”

ten “taehee likes dance, i like dance. we think the same, we act the same. there’s this time where we sang the same song at the same time and that really gave me goosebumps.”

Q9 Who do you wish you could switch lives with?

“ooh trick question, literally three people came into mind,” taehee laughs. “yuta, taeil, and winwin,” she writes.

“yuta oppa because he’s so wise, yet he’s like a child at heart, you know? then taeil oppa because he has such an amazing voice and cooks really well too. and then winwin oppa because he’s very cute and loved by many,” she chuckles.

members that wrote her and why:

jisung “taehee noona? she sees things in so many different perspectives, i think she’s wise? insightful? i like the way she thinks.”

Q10 My favorite NCT member is ...

“jisung!!!! jisung jisung jisung,” she chants. “is this even a question?”

members that chose her and why:

shotaro “she’s been really nice and helpful to me ever since i got here and i think i can learn a lot from her too.”

Q11 Which member had a unique first impression to you?

“haechan,” taehee playfully squints her eyes at the camera after writing the singer’s name down. “we used to fight non-stop, no joke. the only first impression i can think of for him is ‘enemy’ but ‘good singer and dancer’ too. mostly because he wanted to annoy me and i wanted to annoy him.”

“it’s childish, really, for the most part,” she shrugs, “but that’s what got us closer.”

members that chose her and why:

ten “when they introduced her to our team, i was like ‘oh?’ but then she was really cool even if we were so young back then i was like ‘woahh’. she’s really cool.”

jungwoo “the first time i saw taehee, i thought that she was really cute and pretty, like at first you’d think she’s shy and all, but she’s so different when she performs. she puts her all into and i think that’s what makes her cool. i admired that.”

Q12 Who is NCT’s hidden weirdo?

“hidden weirdo....,” taehee hums. “we’re all weird in a way- hendery? i’ll just write hendery because my first impression of him was different as to how i see him now.”

“i thought he was like calm at first but then what should i expect from nct right?,” she laughs and shakes her head, “he’s so funny.”

members that chose her and why:

mark “i’m not joking, she really is. sometimes, off-cam, she’s like jungwoo or jaemin and we all just go ‘huh??’ but it’s like a funny weird not a bad weird,” he shakes his head as he looks at the corner, “ah cute.”

renjun “taehee noona is smart, everyone, but she has her moments. mmm, sometimes i wonder how her brain works.”

chenle “taehee noona....,” he shakes his head as if he were disappointed, “has her moments.”

taeyong “that kid is weird at times. she doesn’t show it on-cam though which makes it even funnier.”

Q13 Who do you want to see everyday?

taehee writes czennies and her parents without explaining verbally. she adds two hearts at the end.

Q14 Who do you think is very interesting?

“jungwoo...,” she writes. “i want to know how he thinks and why he’s so funny all the time even if he’s not doing anything.”

members that chose her and why:

yangyang “taehee noona? she’s very cool and like chill,” he chuckles. “i like her accent too.”

xiaojun “taehee and i are the same age. she’s very talented and down to earth, a lot of people get along with her very well. i think that’s what makes a lot of people become drawn to her too.”

Q15 If everyone became 5 years old again, who would look the cutest?

“jisung- ahh, i’m writing his name down sooo many times.”

members that chose her and why:

jeno “i saw taehee noona’s baby pictures and she was really cute. she was a smiley kid.”

taeyong “her mom showed me a few of her baby pictures and she was really cute. she had chubby cheeks, thick bangs, and on top of all that she smiled so big!!! she was a cute child, really.”

Q16 Who laughs the most?

“mark lee!!!!!,” she smiles. “you can even hear him laugh now.”

“mark has those really memorable laughs. it’s like, even if you don’t hear him laugh, you can really tell from his aura that he laughs a lot. he’s a bubbly kid, it’s cute.”

Q17 Who do you think that has the name that matches their appearance the best?

“hendery,” she nods, “his face just screams ‘hendery’, very prince-like.”

members that chose her and why:

jaemin “‘jeon taehee’ is just jeon taehee. it suits her.”

doyoung “her last name suits her.”

Q18 Who do you wish were your sibling?

“jisung and jeno. i’ve always wanted a younger brother; i’d want jeno to be my older brother.” she puffs her cheeks at the camera before giving it a small smile and writing jeno’s and jisung’s names down.

members that chose her and why:

renjun “she’s very kind but playful. she takes things lightheartedly, you know?,” renjun writes her name down, “and she’s smart too.”

doyoung “any member. maybe, taehee? as long as it’s not lee haechan, i’m fine with any.”

Q19 Which person comes to your mind right now?

“hendery,” taehee gets a feeling she wrote down his name one too many times so she scans the paper to see how many hendery’s are written on her paper.

three.

members that chose her and why:

hendery “we hang out a lot these days.”

mark “jeon taehee who has just passed by a second ago.”

Q20 Who are you the most excited for the upcoming season of 2020 activities?

“shotaro and sungchan !!!!! although the two of them are new, i can guarantee you guys that they have so much to show you guys. please look forward and give many love and support to them as well !!!!”

taehee fiddles with the stamp for a bit after signing the paper, her tongue poking the side of her cheek. she turns to the camera and waddles cutely before the box they were supposed to put the questionnaires in.

“before putting things like these into a drop box you have to make a wish,” she says as she folds the paper. “i wish that our czennies are all doing well during this time and that they are all safe. i also wish for the safety of our members, our staff, and our families. i also wish that our new album, resonance part 2, as well as our other content, will be able to give you guys hope and a sense of comfort while you’re in your homes staying safe,” she smiles as she softly taps the paper against the box. “we’ll see each other soon!!!,” she slightly presses the paper to her lips as if to give it a good luck kiss before dropping it into the box. “bye bye!!!”

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nyarmand · 4 years ago

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my ranking of the alex rider original series (stormbreaker through scorpia rising) from ‘book i least enjoy rereading’ to ‘book i most enjoy rereading’ let’s goooo

spoilers for all 9 books under the cut

9. Ark Angel

...He went to space. He went to space. Also the entire plot could have been avoided if Drevin had actually bothered to provide a photograph of his son. I’m sure he had one. I still like this book but it’s literally so insane that I just don’t know what to do with it.

It is however really funny that Webber just goes and gives a speech insulting this super high-profile ecoterrorist group and acts like it’s no big deal and then they kill him. Shock of shocks.

8. Skeleton Key

Okay, points to this book for terrifying the shit out of me. God damn it does that shark scene scare me. Also, points for making me feel a little bit bad for a man who wants to nuke his own country because he thinks it will fix the place up. I’m still not entirely sure how that’s supposed to work, but that’s probably a good thing. I feel like understanding his thought process would say bad things about me. Still, I actually did feel sorry for him, if only a little. Dude was clearly mentally unstable and I doubt his son’s death helped at all. I also got sad about what happened to Carver and Troy. (Yeah, yeah, I’m a cringe fail American who has the American release. So sue me.) What a nightmare that must’ve been to endure... Otherwise, though, I’m not super into this book. The opening is just kind of meh and the way it leads into the rest of the plot seems a little bit unbelievable. Also, this might be an unpopular opinion, but Sabina annoys me. I would not get along with her at all and I can’t imagine her as a girlfriend. Skeleton Key does, however, absolutely excel at the emotional scenes.

Also, why are all the spy agencies so comfortable with sending in a 14-year-old? Especially when they outright admit that the other attempts have all died horribly? Bureaucracy’s a bitch.

7. Point Blank

Boo, Dr. Grief! Boo! We hate your white supremacy! I’m so glad you got a snowmobile to the face, you deserved it. (Perks of books written by Jewish people--we aren’t afraid to give the neo-Nazis an unpleasant death.) Anyway, this book definitely isn’t bad, but I wouldn’t really say it stands out in the series. It definitely does hammer home the point of just how trapped Alex is, since MI6 isn’t going to just let him go after one mission, and let’s face it, the plot with the clones is creepy as hell, if highly improbable. But I’m largely just here to see the neo-Nazi get snowmobiled. That’s right, I just completely changed the definition of a pre-established word. I’m a rebel.

Also, I hate Fiona Friend so much and overall think she just didn’t need to be in the book, but the line about ‘I’d rather kiss the horse’ made me laugh so hard. Alex, you sass.

6. Snakehead

Okay, let’s talk about how genius the plan in this book is. I love it! I love how Yu wants to kill the people involved in the peace conference without making them into martyrs, so he comes up with this whole elaborate plan to stage a natural disaster. It’s incredible. This dude was thinking so far ahead. And he would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for that meddling kid... But anyway, I don’t see a lot of books where the villain really acknowledges that killing their enemies could just cause more problems for them via turning them into martyrs for a cause. Also, the way he’s so polite and soft-spoken while also being a complete monster... This book genuinely gives me chills. Extra bonus points for the part in the hospital, the absolute nightmare of having all your organs slowly removed and sold off and everyone around you is being so nice about it? ‘Oh, don’t worry, Alex, it won’t be so bad. Here, take your medicine. Do you need anything?’ Literally just. What the fuck.

Also Ash can fucking fight me. You put your own godson in horrible danger on purpose! You killed your best friend! Bastard.

...And just in case the book wasn’t disturbing enough, Yu’s fate at the end lives in my mind rent-free and I think about it on a concerningly regular basis considering that the chances of that happening to me are so low they’re practically in the negatives. Damn you, Horowitz.

I would also be remiss if I did not mention just how much I love the tagline ‘once bitten, twice spy’.

5. Crocodile Tears

Ah yes, the book that kickstarted my drift away from the church... I kid, of course. I drifted away from the church for completely separate reasons. But Desmond McCain is always going to scare the shit out of me. The ability to kill countless innocent people while blissfully quoting Bible verses (that he takes wildly out of context and uses for his own self-serving means) is... well, I could actually say a lot about what that reminds me of, but I’m here to rate books, not religion. Moving on. This book has some really stellar antagonists, and the plot is chilling in a way that feels a lot more realistic than most of the other books. Even if some of it is a bit farfetched (sabotaging a nuclear power plant? Really?), the idea of using disasters for your own profit... well. I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate on why that is so believable. The Poison Dome is also a really cool and chilling scene--even Alex, who has the luck of the devil, can’t get out of that one unscathed. Further scares come in with the fate of Harold Bulman--imagine having your entire existence wiped and your identity changed while you were asleep! The breakdown he has over it is almost enough to make me feel sorry for him, even though he was ready to exploit a teenager and make his life a living hell just to turn a profit. Note the word almost.

Also. The opening makes me cry. Specifically the line talking about how Ravi’s kids would ‘never meet Mickey Mouse’. I lose my goddamn mind every single time I read it. That little personal touch turns the scene from a statistic to a tragedy. Once again: Damn you, Horowitz.

4. Stormbreaker

Yeah, this one gets the special cover shot. And why not? What we are looking at here is the birth of a legend. Move the fuck over, James Bond, Alex Rider is on the scene now. Anyway, yeah, this book is pretty damn spectacular. It has its stumbles, but as the first book in a series, that’s to be expected. Still, it pulls you in from quite literally the first line and keeps you going right up until the end. (If you came here from my post of memes, you know how much the line ‘Killing is for grownups, and you’re still a child’ destroys me.) It has the debut of much-beloved characters such as, of course, Alex--but also Jack Starbright, and of course, the best MI6 agent of them all, which is to say Smithers. Hell, even Yassen Gregorovich, especially once you get through Russian Roulette... Man, that was a rough one.

Seriously, though. This is a really good book. The scene with the Portuguese man-o’-war still gives me the chills to think about. (Have you ever looked up pictures of those things? They’re beautiful, but holy shit will they make you regret being born. Nature is funny like that.)

We also get the introduction of, of course, Alex’s patented sass (his response to Sayle saying he relates to the man-o’-war is HILARIOUS) and we get the inherent humor of Alex screwing up an alias one time and then just going by Alex for the rest of the series so he doesn’t do that again. Really, kid, I know you’re not a trained spy or anything but did you never play pretend growing up? Ever? You can’t pretend your name is Felix for a little while? That sounds like a you problem.

3. Scorpia Rising

I distinctly remember when this book came out, actually. I was on vacation at the time, and I remember my brother annoying the hell out of the poor workers at a bookstore we frequented there to see if/when they were going to get it in. They did, finally, and we bought it immediately, and I was of course absolutely desperate to read it. He got to read it first, though. -_-

This is a great book, an absolute emotional rollercoaster all the way through. The way Blunt tricks Alex back into service by staging a shooting was exactly the kind of cold, brutal behavior I’d expect from him. Seeing Julius come back was shocking, but very exciting, too. And Razim makes an incredibly chilling villain, with his absolute disregard for human life and his desire to measure pain. Also, seeing Smithers’s house was so much fun. Smithers in this book was just really fun in general, but he’s really fun in every book, so... nothing unusual there. But also, I want an unwelcome mat. Please?

2. Eagle Strike

‘But Penny,’ you might ask, ‘why is this book so high on your list? It has so much of Sabina in it, and you said she annoys you.’ That is true. What does not annoy me, however, is basically the entire rest of the book. I love the tense opening, and then reading through Alex’s real-life ‘playthrough’ of Feathered Serpent is still one of my favorite scenes. Cray is absolutely incredible as a villain, with the way that he truly believes in his cause--which is undoubtedly a good one! Yet the extremes to which he will go for that cause, and the fact that he very nearly succeeds, are what elevate him to one of the most dangerous villains in the series. That scene with Charlie Roper and the nickels is something I can never seem to stop thinking about. Actually, I think about it basically whenever I think about large amounts of money paid in small increments...

Also, I really enjoy how he gets into the whole plot in the first place, and I really enjoy Smithers saying ‘ah, fuck it’ and helping him out anyway. Go, Smithers. You once again prove me right in saying that you’re the coolest adult in MI6.

The revelation that Yassen knew Alex’s father is one that absolutely blew my mind first time around. The way his life was threaded into the lives of the Rider family--he worked with John Rider, was saved by him, killed Ian Rider, and then died for refusing to kill Alex Rider--wow. Wow. It gets to me. It really gets to me. This book is a masterpiece. I heard that it’s going to be what the second season of the TV series is based off of, and I’m so hyped for that. We love to see it, we really do.

1. Scorpia

I don’t believe anyone who says this book didn’t get to them at all. I just think they are lying. I don’t think it’s humanly possible to not be affected by this book. God. Just thinking about it reminds me of why I don’t think it’s possible. I mean, come on. We get all this backstory about Alex’s parents, we get tricked along with him into thinking MI6 killed his father, then bam, that was a lie, and Alex may have just fucked himself over big time. Also, that plot is terrifying! (And I bet anti-vaxxers had a field day with it, huh.) Julia Rothman is a really great antagonist, one of the only ones who didn’t go and explain her plan in great detail to Alex--the fact that she didn’t actually being a plot point was something I personally found pretty clever. In general, this book is... I tend to hate when people say they ‘can’t put it down’ because it’s usually an obvious exaggeration, but that really is how I feel reading it.

And again. If that ending didn’t get to you... Well, I just think you are lying.

#alex rider #spoilers

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figonas · 4 years ago

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Twilight Re-watch Notes Pt. 1 - A Contest for the Worst Movie Quote in History

I'd like to think I'm funny so please enjoy my scene-by-scene notes from a recent Twilight Saga re-watch.

Hey Catherine Hardwicke, opening with the death of an animal was probably not the best choice but go off I guess??

There is a lot of general Bella awkwardness that I'm skipping over here but the scene in gym class is so horrifically, painfully uncomfortable that I almost passed out from the second-hand embarrassment.

Jessica trying her best to be fake nice to the human embodiment of a crumpled soda can: "Aren't people from Arizona like....really tan"

Bella with all the cadence of a child who just found out Santa isn't real: "yeah..I guess that's why they kicked me out"

Mike clearly just trying to get his dick wet: "HAHAH you are funny"

no mike she is not.

I'm not gonna go into the biology class scene because god knows tumblr has beaten that particular horse to death. BUT the scene in the administration office immediately after that is a TRIP. Edward has one of his most dramatic lines here when they won't let him switch classes: “I’ll just have to endure it” ?!?!?!?!?!?! This is INSANITY, he sounds like he's going to burst into tears like Edward please chill you aren't even being a little subtle.

I will never get over Bella trying to put Ketchup on her burger and then just???? giving up???? when it doesn't come out after she limply shakes it approximately once.

“HOW YOU LIKIN DA RAIN GIRL” Is our first contender for the worst and most unnatural line in movie history, and trust me there are plenty more.

Bella accusatorily saying “you were gone” to Edward as if this dude who she met for approximately 30 minutes 2 weeks ago owes her even a PALTRTY SCRAP of an explanation about anything???????

Actually, this whole scene is a horrific nightmare of awkward intrusive conversation:

“You’re asking me about the weather” HOE WHAT ELSE ARE YOU GONNA TALK ABOUT YOU DON’T KNOW EACH OTHER

“hey did you get contacts” WHO JUST ASKS THAT?!?

and of course; “it’s the fluorescents” [RUNS AWAY]

Charlie and Bella have the only organic-sounding dialogue in the entire movie. Any awkwardness they have is BELIEVABLE father-daughter awkwardness and not like "I'm being forced to film this against my will" awkwardness like every other exchange in this film series.

Bella asks Edward ALL OF ONCE about him saving her from the truck and Edward gets so haughty and smug thinking that Bella won't figure it out

“you’re not gonna let this go are you?” “no” “then I hope you enjoy disappointment” [storms off] MY DUDE LITERALLY 2 SCENES LATER SHE FIGURES IT OUT IN 3 GOOGLE CLICKS

“I had an adrenaline rush, it’s very common you can google it” contender number two for the terrible dialogue award.

Edward saying “if you were smart you would stay away from me” AFTER HE APPROACHED HER LIKE FUCK OFF [skeleton throwing its own skull gif]

Kstew got a lot of flack for her performance in this movie but when she has a good partner to exchange lines with she SHINES. The scene with Angela and her at the beach where she tells her to ask Eric to prom is GOOD. EVERY scene with Charlie in THIS ENTIRE FRANCHISE is GOOD. It is nothing but pure misogyny that Rpatz didn’t catch any flack for his truly, horrifically awkward performance

I cannot believe Stephanie thought it would be a good idea to have Edward save Bella from potentially getting gang r*ped like I get it girl is about the drama but still this is just a TOOOUCH too far

“your hand is so cold,” WHO SAYS THIS TO SOMEONE THEY BARELY KNOW COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED???

SHE TRIES TO REFUSE CARRYING BEAR MACE WHEN SHE WAS ALMOST R*PED NOT 4 HOURS PREVIOUSLY LIKE SIS CARRY A KNIFE?!?!?!?!?

The “you’re impossibly fast & strong” monologue is so bad I want to barf

“I’ve killed people before” “doesn’t matter” BITCH YES IT DOES WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

“MY OWN PERSONAL BRAND OF HEROIN” IS SO BAD. Like we all recognize how bad this is right? Especially when one considered the target demographic for these films, i.e. teenage girls, have NO FUCKING FRAME OF REFERENCE FOR THIS WHAT.SO.EVER.

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb” YOU’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR ALL OF 3 SECONDS I CAN’T WITH Y'ALL. AT LEAST THE BOOK HAD SOME BUILD-UP JESUS GEEZUS

Who thought this meadow scene was a good idea, they need to be sent straight to hell. WHY ARE THEY LAYING DOWN LIKE, SIT MAYBE?????? IT’S SO WEIRD AND UNNATURAL THEY LOOK LIKE DOLLS I HATE IT

The scene where they get out of the car and Edward puts his arm around Bella while Spotlight by Mutemath plays in the background is TOP TIER teen drama bs and I love it. Far and away the best shot in the movie apart from The Baseball Scene(TM).

I will never get over the fact that Edward's bitch ass rats Bella out for already eating when she comes over to meet his family. BE FUCKING COOL EDWARD FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, GOD!!!

Esme is too pure for this world I can’t deal with her, & Emmet waving the knife is my favorite thing in all 5 of these movies

Why tf are Alice and Jasper fucking off doing god knows what in a tree and not helping with dinner like everyone else? Y'all ain't special even Rosalie is helping

Esme talking to Rosalie “Clean this up..now” I LOVE YOU BE MY MOM

Earlier they talk about the fact that vampires don’t sleep BUT the first thing Bella says when she walks into Edward's room is “no bed” girl we know what you after you ain't slick.....

WHAT IS THIS DANCING SCENE IN HIS BEDROOM IT’S HORRIBLE TO WATCH and I want to find whoever thought “well I could always make you” was a good line for Edward to say and slap them directly in the mouth.

“hold on tight spider monkey” excuse me while I VOMIT

Mike offering his opinion on Bella dating Edward HOWEVER justified is automatically invalidated by A. his own romantic interest in Bella and B. the fact that he has also know Bella for all of 10 minutes & has no bearing on her personal life whatsoever

THE PAST COUPLE OF MONTHS THIS MAN HAS BEEN COMING INTO HER ROOM AND WATCHING HER SLEEP THIS IS RED FLAG CITY LIKE BELLA WATCH A TRUE CRIME DOCUMENTARY OR READ THE NEWS FOR FUCKS SAKE

THIS FRANCHISE HAS THE MOST HORRIBLE KISSING SCENES IN MOVIE HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CAN HEAR LITERALLY EVERY BREATH, EVERY AWKWARD PRESS OF LIPS. You're telling me THIS was the best take of this???? CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THIS WAS TO FILM

The whole scene when Bella is telling her dad about her date with Edward is absolutely god tier. Charlie snapping the barrel of the shotgun closed, him motioning that he has a halo on, asking her if she still has her pepper spray. BILLY BURKE LIFTED THIS MOVIE UP AND TRIED SO HARD TO CARRY IT ON HIS BROAD, MUSTACHIOED DAD SHOULDERS, WE STAN

WHERE TO START WITH THE BASEBALL SCENE:

Supermassive Black Hole in the background, Alice going AWF with her pitching, Rosalie getting all pissed when Bella says she's out and Emmett yells "c'mon babe it's just a game" like the puppy dog of a person (vampire?) he is, CARLISLE WEARING A SCARF WHILE PLAYING BASEBALL, I WILL NEVER EMOTIONALLY RECOVER FROM JASPERS BAT TRICKS, EMMET AND EDWARDS LAUGH AFTER CRASHING INTO ONE ANOTHER.

A TRULY IMMACULATE MOVIE SCENE. This scene isn’t long enough

“My monkey man” might be the worst line in this movie, I’m so torn between which one is the worst. Also, I'm just now realizing that this is the second time someone has compared a loved one to some type of monkey and I really don't like it.

Bella's defeated “I can’t hurt him” breaks my heart every time. AND FUCKING BILLY BURKE pulling out his acting chops with Charlie’s poor little broken sounding “I know I’m not that much fun to be around we can do more stuff together” & “I just gotcha back” LIKE LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE HURTS ME ON A PHYSICAL LEVEL AND I AM ENTITLED TO FINANCIAL COMPENSATION

I know I've skipped over a lot but it's just a lot of like star wipe level montage of nonsense, so we are mOVING ON to what is possibly the biggest plot hole I've never recognized before now: How in the hell was James planning on luring Bella out if he didn’t find that videotape of Bella's mom looking for her????? Or was he just going to bust up in the holiday inn, metaphorical guns blazing & toss Bella out a window???

This fight scene between James & Edward is VERY poorly choreographed and you can practically see the stunt wires pulling on their clothes but no one is surprised..this is Twilight after all.

Who the fuck starts the fire in the ballet studio if Carlisle & Edward are with Bella, Jasper and Emmet are holding James's arms and Alice is ripping his head off???? Esme and Rosalie aren't there so the only explanation is that Emmett's power Stephanie never told us about is his ability to start small, controlled, indoor bonfires with his mind.

If Bella was losing blood from her femoral artery it is HIGHLY UNLIKELY that she would have been cognizant enough to tell them her hand was burning + THERE’S A BIG ASS BITE HOW DID THEY MISS IT???

Let Me Sign is such a good fucking song. Actually, while we're on music every song on every Twilight Saga soundtrack SLAPS. At least 1 department at Summit Entertainment was staffed with competent people. (side note, why the fuck do I know the studio by name that made this movie. I need to go lie down)

Bella acting a damn fool in the hospital bed like clingy much

CHARLIE IS SUCH A GOOD DAD FUCK!

The Edward/Jacob beef is so dramatic at prom can you both chill for 5 minutes we haven't even gotten to y'alls bullshit yet that's not until New Moon.

Bella really thought this mfer was gonna turn her at prom in the middle of the dancefloor??????????

Flightless Bird American Mouth. That's it, that's the bullet point

Victoria coming to prom, like we stan a dramatic bitch.

I will almost CERTAINLY post my New Moon (Extended Edition) notes in a few days. & yes I do have notes on the entire franchise.

#I had a lot more but I cut it down #a lot of my extra stuff was just talking about RPatz slipping inexplicably into a Spanish accent from time to time #no one seems to notice #but I fucking do #I hear the way he says 'so you're worried' and want to caCKLE OUT LOUD #I'm not nearly as funny as I think I am but ask me if I give a fuck #baby I will subject you to my poor humor #Twilight #Twilight Saga

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jungwnn · 4 years ago

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Hi! Saw you were taking ship requests! May I have a ship with enhypen and txt ? :)

Appearance: 5”6, natural dirty blonde hair but just recently got blonde highlights (kinda like britney spears y2k highlights) I have blueish-greenish eyes and am hungarian/american so kinda eastern european looking. I describe my style as comfortable but fashionable, my ideal style is similar to enhypen’s not for sale performance outfits, I enjoy flowy comfy pants with colorful tops and nice jewelry:) i enjoy wearing makeup but i always just go for the simple/natural look.

Personality: I’m a sagittarius 02 liner (sag moon pisces rising) mbti is isfj-t and my enneagram type is 3! I have a friend group that only consists of my 2 best friends, and I’m a year older than both of them so I’m considered the mom friend. I honestly prefer being alone most of the time, I really value my alone time and everytime I hang out with my friends or spend a day with a group of people I tend to need alone time after to recharge. Most of the people I know have said I was very intimidating when they met me, but I most of the time am a very kind soul who is wise and intelligent in many areas.

Hobbies: I absolutely am in love with traveling, it’s all I want to do in life, I love experiencing new adventures, hearing new languages and learning them, while learning about new cultures as well. I also love listening to music, it really is my way to escape reality. Some of my favorite artists include bts, enhypen, itzy, txt, alessia cara, bazzi, and coldplay!

Likes: cats, rainy weather, learning new languages, the smell of lavendar, thrifting, ICED COFFEE🧎🏼‍♀️ blueberry eggo waffles </3

Sorry if this was a lot:( thank you so much

PLS U SOUND SO COOL BYE 😩✋

okay okay while I was reading this I immediately thought of my boy heeseung like I know y’all would instantly click if y’all met !!

Where do I even start like omg, just let me add y’all would be the most fashionable couple to exist I don’t make the rules, Everyone wishes they were the both of you, I JUST KNOW YALL WOULD TAKE SOME BOMB ASS PICTURES TOGETHER BYE. pls just power couple goals everything that anyone could want BYE. He would be so respectful and sweet like dude just wants to make you happy like it’s insane how much he loves you!! He is a boy who enjoys his alone time as well so He would immediately respect that you need your own as well! Y’all are both so chill this relationship would be so fun and feel so calm! But this is Heeseung we are talking about! He will still tease you, in a playful way of course!! He would walk over to you in front of your friends like “ hey ramen face” and you’d stand there like 🧍I’m breaking up with you. He would always call you weird ass nicknames just because he likes seeing your reaction and he always gets a kick out of it. PLS I JUST KNOW HIS ASS TRIED TO ACT ALL COOL AND SLICK WHEN YALL BARELY STARTED DATING, I just know his ass sat there and did the whole fake yawn and arm over the shoulder shit BYE. He just thought you were so cool and pretty (which you are😩✋) that he wanted you to think the same about him! He would never admit it his massive heart eyes that he has for you, like everyone can see it. Just by the little touches and small acts of affection he does! Your hangouts would usually consist of sleepovers and late coffee runs. Like one day y’all thought getting coffee?? At 7 pm would be a good idea.. yeah y’all didn’t sleep that night. The night consisted on laying on each others shoulders, cuddling talking about where you would want to travel, what would you want to do. The conversation just natural,y flows between you two. As the night passed he convinced you that y’all should make ramen at 6 am🧍 so y’all went downstairs and y’all tried key word is tried to be quiet, but Heeseung pulled the pan out of the cabinet which caused a loud grumble, both of your sleep deprived heads thought it was the funniest thing ever. Heeseung wrapped his arms around you in a back hug hiding his face in your neck to stiffen his own laughter, both of y’all just being close to tears at how funny it was. That was then a sleepy Sunoo walked in telling y’all to quiet down. Did you try? Yes, did you succeed? No.

Okay okay !! So the overall relationship would consist of:

☼texting each other random animal photos

☼small kisses before leaving each other

☼lots and lots of inside jokes

☼gives you his rings or necklaces that he thinks would look good on u

☼likes to play with your hair

☼always talking about how much he wants to see the world with you

☼pls wear his sweater he’ll be so red and so shy all day

okay okay txt !! I ship u with mr. kang taehyun himself!! Look at this cutie pie !

Pls I just know this boy would adore you, He would instantly melt when he looks at you. He ain’t gonna let you know that because terry ain’t no simp. He was definitely a lot more shy in the beginning of your relationship. He isn’t very huge on PDA but he loves holding your hand and he loves loves loves!! hugging you especially in private. He really values his time with you and loves to just be around you whenever he can. He’s a busy busy boy but he always makes time for you whenever you want to hang out or just call on the phone. Speaking of phone calls!! He loves calling you at mf crack ass dawn in the morning during his workouts! Which you get kinda grumpy but like his smile is so cute how can you say no. He secretly thinks your grumpy face is cute ngl. You make his heart just melt In general how dare you. He always brings you a coffee whenever he sees you like he got your coffee order memorized in his heart. He is always doing things just to show you how much he loves you!! He may seem so calm and cool but every time you kiss his cheek or even do something simple like lay your head on his shoulder he is screaming internally. The way you make him BLUSH is insane how do you have that power!?!? Soobin and Beomgyu will tease him in front of you just so he can be embarrassed it’s not funny. “Hey Hey did you know Taehyun alwaaays talks about you?” Soobin would start “He even bought those waffles you like just in case your hungry~” Beomgyu would say. And no joke taehyun would deadass stand there like this emoji 🧍like he was trying to keep his cool and composed image and they out here exposing that he’s soft for you? the nerve. Dude is just head over heels and you make him so happy. Pls just give him all the love you can so he can smile !

your overall relationship would consist of!!

☼this man will tickle you so much

☼coffee shop dates coffee shop dates

☼teases you abt your height like calm down terry 🙄✋

☼y’all both so smart I know y’all be coming up with the best comebacks

☼HE LIKES TO SHOW YOU HIS MAGIC TRICKS

☼he gets so smiley seeing your reaction to them

☼if you don’t know much already he would most definitely teach you Korean !!

a/n; aaaa!! I hope you enjoy it < 3 MWAH MWAH MWAH !

#enhypen x you #enhypen imagine #enhypen x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #taehyun imagines #tommrow x together imagine #txt imagine #taehyun x reader

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squadrablog · 4 years ago

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Would you consider a reader (whatever gender interests you)/Ghiaccio fic? Scenario: he's trying to impress the person he's dating with White Album tricks to varying success. Most Ghiaccio content, regardless of if its reader!fic or not, writes him as abusive, demeaning, or boils him down to angry screaming and nothing else, so it'd be refreshing to see something that's not that!

I have to admit that the use of the word “tricks” really threw me off, but I pieced together some sort of coherent scenario based on the premise. Most of my work went into the other part of your request, because I 100% agree with your thoughts on Ghiaccio’s typical characterization. I hope you like it! (Also this goes for this fic as well as what I’ve written before but I haven’t mentioned it, my use of italics is preserved on Ao3 but not on tumblr. Just a heads up.)

Ghiaccio x They/them Reader (some feminine language used)

Ao3 Mirror Here.

Word Count: 5393

Warnings: Uhhh. None this time as far as I can tell!

Under cut for length!

“So are you going to help or not?” Ghiaccio grumbled under his breath. Formaggio was currently leaned back leisurely in the base’s common room recliner with a smug grin on his face, basking in the rare moment of Ghiaccio’s humility.

“Sorry, sorry,” Formaggio said, finally leaning forward, placing his elbows on his knees and chin on top of his knuckles. “I just don’t want to forget the time that Ghiaccio came to me for relationship advice.”

Ghiaccio was practically biting down on his tongue to keep from snapping at him, but the truth was Formaggio was the most experienced in the art of romance relative to all his other squadmates and he really was desperate for any help he could get.

What else was he going to do, ask Melone? Yeah, right.

“I just need your help deciphering some shit they said, don’t get a big head about it,” Ghiaccio said, leaning back in his spot on the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re better than me at... people.” It was a tough thing to admit out loud, but Ghiaccio’s social awkwardness was of course no secret to anyone who knew him. For all the talent he had reading people’s intentions in the midst of a battle, when it came to his interpersonal relationships he felt less capable. Of course, that was on other people and their arbitrary social conventions, not him.

But you were different. You said what you meant and spoke in plain language without ulterior meanings or motivations, and you accommodated him and his idiosyncrasies in all the ways that mattered. In fact, you were such a nice change of pace from other people that he tended to overthink everything you said out of habit, projecting hidden meanings where they normally would have existed with others.

“Lay it on me, dude. I’ve gotcha,” Formaggio assured him, his smirk turning into something a bit more cordial and supportive. Ghiaccio let out a deep exhale before talking again.

“We were on a date and I don’t remember what we were even talking about, but they give me this… weird smile,” Ghiaccio began. “And they said ‘Ghiaccio, it’s okay to be more vulnerable around me.’ Said that I could ‘trust them,’ and that if things are going to get any more serious between us they want to see more of the ‘real me.’” He leaned forward as he steepled his fingers. “They know, don’t they?”

“Know what?” Formaggio asked, his eyebrow raised.

“What I do for a living, what else!? They figured it out and now they expect me to say it out loud,” Ghiaccio said, throwing his hands up in the air. “That’s what that means, right? The ‘real me’ they’re talking about?” Formaggio gave a small chuckle and Ghiaccio turned to shoot him a glare. What was so funny about your safety, as well as La Squadra’s, being compromised?

“Dude…” Formaggio said, trying his best to keep a straight face. “You’re fine, chill ou- I mean… calm down.” Ghiaccio mercifully let the original choice of words slide. “If they did know, that’s not how they’d bring it up. No, what they’re trying to tell you is,” Formaggio began, leaning over in the recliner towards the edge of the couch to clap his hand on Ghiaccio’s shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes, “you’re not romantic enough.”

Ghiaccio crinkled his nose at that, but tried to stop himself from getting immediately defensive. “What do you mean exactly?”

“I know you already know this, so don’t freak out if I actually say it, but you’re not exactly… the suavest guy. Or the best at flirting.”

“We’re already together, what do I have to flirt for?” Ghiaccio said, his eyes narrowing.

“See? That’s exactly what I mean! You said they like cute stuff and sweet foods and cuddling right? Someone like that definitely wants you getting a little mushy and lovey-dovey. Everything you say about them makes them out to be this real sweetheart, but the way you say it is always so… technical. So analytical!”

“They say my attention to detail is one of my best qualities,” Ghiaccio protested.

“I don’t doubt it. Look, you’ve got plenty of passion, and based on how much inane shit you know about them that I think they don’t even know about themself, you’re very attentive.” Formaggio might have chosen to say ‘neurotic’ instead, but it was obvious Ghiaccio genuinely loved you and he was trying to compliment him to soften his initial criticisms. “It just sounds like they’re looking for a different side from you as well. The charming heartthrob buried deep within that hard bitter exterior.”

“How is any of that the real me?” Ghiaccio asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Was this really what you had meant? Were you not satisfied by the way he was currently showing his affection? Did the ‘vulnerability’ you talked about really mean you wanted more sappy saccharine schlock?

“It isn’t… yet,” Formaggio said with a wink and a finger gun in his direction. “I’ve got a few ideas though that’ll spark that flame.”

“...I control ice,” Ghiaccio said flatly.

“That you do,” Formaggio said, his eyes twinkling. “That you do.”

---

“Hey, babe,” Ghiaccio said after you opened your front door for him, his posture a bit stiff, one hand behind his back, and his eyes staring at you intensely.

“Babe?” you asked with a laugh, raising your eyebrow. The usage of a nickname was strange enough on its own, but the way he said it was so wooden.

“Does that bother you?” he asked bluntly, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. “Is there a name you prefer?”

“Whatever comes easiest,” you said with an amused smile.“Which for you is usually just my name, right?”

“I just thought I’d try it out,” he said with a shrug, trying to look unaffected by how you had brought attention to the unnatural way he said it. “Anyway, I got you this.”

Ghiaccio usually never came to your apartment empty handed. Before picking you up for a date he always met you at the door with the intention of handing off whatever he had before the two of you headed out. While they weren’t exactly ‘gifts,’ he always brought exactly what you needed, usually before you had even realized you needed it.

One time he came over and saw that you were low on milk, and the next day before you two headed out he had a gallon in his hand when you opened the door for him. Another time he brought a new lightbulb for the lamp in your living area, and once he replaced the old one you couldn’t believe you had been living in such awful lighting conditions for so long without realizing it. It had been the right wattage, right size, and it even had the LED filaments you liked that gave the light a warm natural texture.

Today he had a box of chocolates. You took the box and gave them a look-over. It clearly wasn’t from a grocery store; they looked expensive. Needlessly so. Sometimes Ghiaccio would spend a little extra on things he knew you really needed or things that you had personally expressed you wanted. You liked chocolates well enough, but they weren’t exactly your favorite, and you were pretty sure he already knew that.

“Fancy,” you murmured. “What’s the occasion?” You smiled up at him, tilting your head to the side. While you of course appreciated the gesture and were not ungrateful to receive free chocolate, it was very out of character for him and you were beginning to get suspicious.

“Do I need an excuse to treat you?” he asked, scratching the back of his head a bit sheepishly.

“I guess not. Thank you very much, Ghiaccio. I really appreciate it.” You said it genuinely, and you gave him one of your sweet smiles that always made him smile back involuntarily. You turned around to head to the kitchen and set them on the counter. “Let me just get my jacket and we’ll head out!” you called back at him.

“The weather is going to be warm today,” Ghiaccio blurted out, a bit too quickly. “I don’t think you’ll need it.” You turned around and your eyes raked over him before you met his gaze again.

“But you need one?”

He was indeed wearing a red athletic jacket, to match his glasses, over his black turtleneck shirt. He turned away from your eyes. “I dressed before I checked,” he mumbled as an excuse.

You supposed it seemed warm enough out, even if you thought you should bring your jacket just in case it got chilly later since the seasons were changing. But that still didn’t give a reasonable explanation for Ghiaccio’s behavior right now. You acquiesced, which seemed to appease him, and headed out with him to his car. You’d ask him what was on his mind once you were on the road.

“Hey, what’s that?” Ghiaccio asked suddenly, pointing to the side as the two of you approached his car in your complex’s parking lot. You followed the direction of his finger before you suddenly lost your footing on a smooth slippery surface, yelping and falling forward towards the asphalt in a mess of flailing limbs.

You were saved, however, by Ghiaccio’s arms catching you as you collided with his chest, awkwardly clutching at him, a bit frazzled by the near-fall.

“Watch your step,” he said, with something playful about his tone. You glanced up and he was giving you what looked like a friendly smile, although it didn’t reach his eyes. Usually if this kind of thing happened he’d be cursing under his breath as he fussed over you, making sure you were alright. While you were glad he wasn’t getting worked up right now, it still stood out as yet another strange change in behavior.

“Thanks…” you breathed out, righting yourself. His arms were wrapped around you just a moment longer than they needed to be, and when he let go you turned around to look at the ground, only to see nothing of interest. “What did I even slip on?”

“I don’t know, but I’m right here if you slip on anything else,” Ghiaccio said, his hand slapping down on your shoulder. You gave him an incredulous look, and a small huff. Now that you actually had time to process it you had to ask yourself what the hell happened. Was that fall somehow on purpose? If you didn’t know Ghiaccio any better you’d think he was just trying to play the dashing hero there. But you did know him better, which is why it didn’t add up.

“I probably wouldn’t have slipped if you hadn’t distracted me,” you asked, your eyes narrowing before you turned back towards the direction he had pointed earlier. “What were you even trying to show me?” It seemed like he didn’t have an explanation ready, fumbling over his words.

“Sorry,” was what he settled on, facing away from your gaze, his cheeks saturated with a bit more red as he looked properly embarrassed. Sorry for what exactly you weren’t entirely sure since it wasn’t an explanation, but you would drop it for the moment, if only to give him the proper time to come up with the right words. Obviously there was something deeper on his mind that was making him act strange, and when that was the case he needed time to reflect before he spoke so it didn’t come out as a frenzied incoherent mess.

It was quiet in the car at first, as he scrunched his eyebrows up while he got lost in thought. Once you had been driving for a bit he finally spoke. “You know I’m committed to this relationship, right?” he asked, his tone wavering just a bit.

You smiled. “Of course I know that. You show me that every time we’re together.”

“But I’ve never said it,” he said, sparing half a second to glance at you before his eyes were back on the road.

“You don’t need to.” You set your elbow down on the center console and turned towards him. “You’ve been really weird since you picked me up. Is everything okay, Ghiaccio?”

He quickly glanced over again and let out a small sigh. “I just want today’s date to be special.”

You gave him a quizzical look, which he couldn’t see, before leaning back in your chair. You hadn’t made any grand plans for today other than going for a walk at the park and getting some dinner together later in the evening, but perhaps Ghiaccio had planned some sort of surprise that he was nervous about? You’d let his weird behavior slide and not prompt him for details for now, as curious as you were, if it meant you were going to get a proper explanation eventually.

---

Ghiaccio knew he was already off to a bad start. Formaggio made it all sound so easy, but it seemed like the more he tried to turn up the charm the more awkward it made things. He hadn’t wanted to orchestrate a situation that would cause you to slip on some ice he summoned with White Album, but Formaggio said that saving you would get you all flustered. You mostly seemed annoyed. Ghiaccio just felt like an asshole.

Why did he spend so much money on chocolates when he could think of a dozen other sweets you’d enjoy way more? Formaggio said chocolates were ‘classic’ and the price tag would show just how thoughtful he was. He had spent so much time trying to find the highest quality chocolate possible that he forgot to pick you up shampoo like he had planned. Last time he was over at your place he noticed your hair smelled different, like the old backup shampoo you used when you ran out of the stuff you liked.

While the two of you took your stroll at the park Ghiaccio was a lot less talkative than usual, trying to split his attention between listening to you and convincing himself to go through with another one of Formaggio’s suggestions.

He slowly began lowering the temperature around the both of you in small increments over the course of your walk so that you wouldn’t notice the change right away, and although he had been uncharacteristically quiet so far he finally spoke up once he saw you shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asked suddenly, cutting you off just before you could finish your current sentence, which you were noticeably unhappy about.

“Yeah, a bit actually,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself, looking up at the sky. “Even though it’s really sunny out.”

“Do you want to borrow my jacket?” Ghiaccio asked, already slipping it off himself.

“I wouldn’t need it if you’d let me bring my own,” you said, giving him a peeved look and a half-smile. He awkwardly started to drape the jacket over your shoulders. “But thanks.”

There was an uncomfortable pause in talking as you two walked for a bit before Ghiaccio said: “You look cute,” and after a beat, “In my jacket.”

You just shrugged, turning to give him a halfhearted smirk. “Bright red and sporty isn’t exactly my style.”

Ghiaccio let out an involuntary shiver of his own, not realizing he had unconsciously been letting the temperature continue to drop. You frowned at him before shrugging the jacket off and handing it back to him.

“I don’t need-” he grumbled defensively, but you moved to stand in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. You draped the jacket over his shoulders like he had done to you and then zipped him all the way up before he had even moved to put his arms through the sleeves properly.

“You look cuter in your own jacket,” you said, before walking on ahead while he fumbled with his arms, his cheeks heating up at the predicament you left him in. Once you were a little ways away and out of the range of where he had focused White Album you called back, “I think it’s warming up again, anyway!”

“Get back here, you clown!” he shouted back at you, finally getting his arms where they needed to be. Since that had panned out so poorly, Ghiaccio just called off his stand and jogged ahead until he was back in line with you. All this had managed to do was make him feel like a real jerk for telling you to leave your jacket at home just so he could offer you his. It was so utterly transparent, shamefully so.

“Hm… ‘clown’ sounds much more natural coming out of your mouth than ‘babe,’ does,” you said. You had a bit of a skip in your step that you didn’t have before, and he was glad that getting back at him had improved your mood. His expression softened when you smiled earnestly at him. You bit your lip for a second, looking a bit more hesitant, before you asked: “Are you done trying to be a romcom cliche yet?”

“Is that what I’m doing?” Ghiaccio said with a small scoff. Of course it was. Everything he’d been doing felt so fake in his own mind and body, so there was no way you weren’t seeing right through him.

“Is it not?” you asked with a quiet laugh, your smile falling just a bit. “Is there something wrong, Ghia?”

God, whenever you called him Ghia he always had a hard time keeping his cool. He grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his gaze fixed forward and his jaw set tight, his face starting to match his jacket in color. “No,” he said firmly. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just being stupid.”

You squeezed his hand. He wasn’t big on PDA, and considering the context of everything else you were still unconvinced he was okay. “You don’t have to do things you don’t like just because-” you started, but he squeezed your hand a bit harder than you had to his.

“I’m holding your hand because I want to,” he said, plainly, if not a bit embarrassed. “Getting you chocolates was stupid, you never get chocolates on your own if you have a choice on sweets. Making you leave your jacket at home was stupid, you’re too pragmatic to rely on me to give you one, and too considerate to keep it on while I’m cold. But I’m doing this,” he said while giving your hand a softer squeeze, “because I want to.”

The matter-of-factness of it cleared all your doubts, and you blushed a bit yourself. Ghiaccio knew you very well, and it wasn’t empty flattery or false acts of chivalry that got your heart going. It was things like the systematic way in which he described the things he noticed you liked or that he found attractive about you. Or the way he surprised you with genuine moments of vulnerability like this that you longed to see more of.

The two of you finished out your walk in silence, a comfortable one this time, hand-in-hand.

---

“I do trust you,” Ghiaccio said, a bit of a non-sequitur since it was unprompted by your current topic of conversation. You were both at the restaurant that you had made reservations for, seated at an outdoor table on a rooftop with a nice overlook of Naples. You had your jacket on; Ghiaccio had insisted that the both of you go back to your apartment to pick it up, and now that you were out in the crisp early evening air you were glad. “I need you to know that I do.”

He scratched the back of his neck, thinking of the best way to say what he wanted to say. “But when you said you wanted me to be more vulnerable, what did you mean? Because it obviously wasn’t whatever the fuck I tried doing today.”

“That was your take on ‘vulnerability’?” you asked with a barely restrained laugh.

“No. It was Formaggio’s take,” he clarified, looking off into the distance with a grumpy expression. You had never met Formaggio, but you had heard many stories about the man and his various antics. “He said you wanted me to be more romantic.”

“Maybe? But not if it’s forced and you set up convoluted situations yourself like some sort of jackass chessmaster. I also said I wanted to see the ‘real you’. Where did that factor in?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you took another bite of your meal.

“I don’t know,” Ghiaccio admitted with a groan, poking at his food and scowling.

“When I said I want you to be vulnerable I meant that I want you to do things like… how you held my hand because that’s what you wanted to do, not because you thought you should. Or things like… I’ve seen you happy, and just about everyone has seen you angry, but I’ve never seen you sad, or afraid, or… well, I hadn’t seen you particularly shy before, but I guess you showed me that today, even if you weren’t trying to,” you said with a smirk.

“You don’t need to deal with my bullshit,” Ghiaccio said, looking at you with an unreadable expression. You frowned.

“Ghiaccio, I want to deal with your bullshit, I want you to rely on me! I also want to know more about the person you are on your own, outside this relationship. You’re always so closed off about things like your personal life.”

Ghiaccio looked back at his food with furrowed brows, stabbing at it a little harder and more frequently. “What if you don’t like the ‘real me’?”

“Ghiaccio.” You reached across the table to grab his free hand, but he just scrunched his neck further down into himself, withdrawing like a turtle. “I love you.”

He stared at you blankly, before his fork was clattering to the ground in his frantic attempt to take your hand in both of his. “Are you fucking serious!?” he spat out, causing several other diners to look over at your table. He had been thinking the same thing for a long while now, but he had been too anxious to say it out loud.

“Dead fucking serious,” you confirmed with a big smile.

In that moment he really felt like he could tell you everything. About Passione, about being an assassin, about stands, even about the lofty goals his squad had for taking the whole criminal empire for themselves. And maybe he would, but right now he realized that he was staring at you slack-jawed like an oaf.

“I love you too!” he said, letting go with one of his hands to slap the table to punctuate his next declarations. “So goddamn much, I’m thinking about you all the fucking time, about how much I don’t fucking deserve you, about how beautiful you are, about how you always eat what you like the least first so that you end your meals on the best note possible,” he said, gesturing to your plate of food, the central part of the dish still untouched as you worked on everything else around it. You brought your hand up to hide your growing blush and stifle a giddy chuckle. He would often compliment you, and he would often get worked up, but rarely did he ever get worked up over complimenting you.

“Ghia, you’re going to make a scene,” you said, more for the sake of appearances than anything as the other patrons watched your table. Honestly, you could listen to him shout praises at you all night.

Eventually after he got everything out of his system he was panting a little from the exertion of it all. “How’s that… for vulnerable…?” he asked between exhales.

“It’s an improvement,” you said with a cheeky grin.

“I had one last thing planned for our date, but I wasn’t sure if I should go through with it after everything.” He smiled at you, one of those rare gentle smiles where all the creases in his brow smoothed out. “But I think you’ll like it.”

“Oh?” you asked. So he did have a big surprise planned after all?

You waved a waiter over and after you paid the bill you and Ghiaccio were soon back in his car, driving down unfamiliar streets towards what was for you an unknown destination.

---

“What do you mean ‘closed for repairs’!?” Ghiaccio demanded of the person on the other side of his phone call, trying once again to open the locked doors in front of him. “The lights are on in there and I can see the rink from here! Looks frozen to me!”

After a few more frustrated exchanges on the call he hung up. “Apparently the system is malfunctioning and it’s not safe to skate on it,” Ghiaccio grumbled, pressing his face up against the door of the ice skating rink one more time, watching the various maintenance workers move about, pointedly ignoring the irate blue haired man banging on the front entrance.

“It’s okay, we can do it another time,” you consoled him. “I can’t ice skate anyway.” You had never expressed interest in it before, and while it seemed like a fun thing for a couple to do you weren’t exactly too excited about trying it or too disappointed that you couldn’t.

“We weren’t going to be-” he huffed out before trailing off, rubbing a hand down his face in annoyance. “Okay, originally Formaggio had pitched this as another one of his schemes, but I didn’t bring you here to pretend to teach you how to skate while you stumbled around. Instead I was thinking… I wanted to show you something.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Show me what?”

“Look… I’ve got one more idea to make this work out, and if it doesn’t then I’ll tell you. But I really want to show you first if I can. If we head out now it’ll still be light enough,” he insisted, heading back towards the car. You followed after him, your curiosity now piqued.

You two were in the car for a while as you noticed you were getting farther and farther away from the city and out onto the countryside. When you pulled up to a makeshift dirt parking lot at the top of a small hill you realized where you were.

“I used to come to this lake a lot when I was a kid,” you mused quietly. “I hope you aren’t thinking it’s going to be frozen over? It’s way too warm for that.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see,” he said with a smug grin. You just raised an eyebrow at that response. “Can I ask you to stay in the car for a few minutes?”

“Sure…?” you said slowly, watching as he exited the car and disappeared down the side of the hill. Not too much time had passed and he was walking back up the hill and towards the back of the car, popping the trunk then closing it, before eventually coming around to your door. You opened it and let yourself out, noticing that Ghiaccio was holding laces in his hand with a pair of shoes slung it over his shoulder, and based on context those were probably ice skates. Did Ghiaccio really like skating enough to own his own pair? He’d never mentioned it as a hobby before today.

Soon the two of you were trudging through some dense foliage and over to the side of a lake that was inexplicably frozen. You stared at it, wide-eyed.

“What the…?” you muttered, turning towards Ghiaccio with an expression that demanded answers. He offered none, giving you another smug smile before sitting down on a rock. “How did you know it was going to be… it hasn’t even snowed yet this year!”

“I’ll tell you later tonight, if you really want to know,” he said. And he meant it. But right now there was something else he wanted to show you. “But I didn’t bring you here for the lake.”

You were able to suspend your incredulity for his sake, though it wasn’t easy. After the shock of the lake had fizzled out a little you watched him take the very nice, if not a little bit worn down, pair of ice skates in his hands. He slipped off the shoes he was currently wearing and slid his feet into the skates, lacing them up, while you watched him in silence.

“So you’re going to skate… by yourself?” you asked, arching an eyebrow at him. “And I’m just going to do what, watch?”

“That’s the idea,” he said, finishing up and standing himself upright, maneuvering to the lake’s edge, and before you could complain he shot you one last look, a genuine smile, before he pushed himself onto the ice.

Your boyfriend didn’t share a lot of things with you, but you were surprised that he never saw fit to mention the fact that he was apparently a professional Olympic-level figure skater. Your initial shock at the state of the lake was completely forgotten as you watched him dance across the ice with a level of precision and grace that you had never expected from the man.

And he was pulling out all the stops to show off for you. Spinning in the air, skating low and practically parallel to the ground, skating backwards, skating on one leg with the other poised far behind him in the air. Every jump he made looked too risky, too intense to possibly land smoothly, but as you stood mesmerized you could almost swear that the ice raised up to meet him each time.

After his initial bout of tricks, he skated back over to you and his face looked more relaxed and content than you had ever seen it. “Impressed?” he asked with a confident lilt to his voice.

“Ghia… you’re incredible,” you said, still in a daze. “Why didn’t you tell me you skated?”

“Because I don’t,” he said, his posture tensing a bit, his expression almost embarrassed. “Not anymore. I’m banned from every major figure skating organization in Italy.”

“Oh my God, what happened?” you muttered, finally snapping back to reality and looking up at him with concerned eyes.

“Scandals. Sabotage. None of it helped by my temper,” he grumbled. “It’s this whole big fucking complicated nightmare that I don’t want to talk about right now.” He gestured for you to come meet him at the edge of the lake, and you stepped forward, taking your hands in his as he held them out. “But I loved figure skating. It was the best time of my life, before I met you, and I’m tired of pretending that time never existed. Even if all I can do now is share it with you, then that’s still something.”

“Oh, Ghiaccio, it’s okay” you cried out, your tone consoling, wrapping your arms around him in a firm hug, causing him to stumble a bit on his skates. “I love you so much. Thank you for sharing this part of you with me. I love you, I love you!”

“I get it, I get it, I love you too, you’re going to push me over!” he yelled, trying to pry you off of him. Eventually you released him and stepped back to flash him a tender smile, tears threatening to spill over the corners of your eyes. “What are you crying for?” he muttered, looking away from your intense expression.

“You were crying first!” you shot back, your tears finally flowing. Ghiaccio brought his hand up to his face and realized that he had indeed been gently weeping for a while and it had gone completely unnoticed by him. He huffed before turning around and skating away. “Don’t you skate away from your feelings, Mister!” you called after him.

You watched him skate for some time, seeing him getting lost in his own world out on the lake, chasing after something he thought he’d left behind. He was beautiful. Utterly beautiful. The whole night had been magic, the impossible frozen lake something from another realm. Eventually it got too dark to see properly before the both of you headed up the hill to the car, hand-in-hand.

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 5 years ago

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So Logan is a fae hunter/researcher currently studying fairy circles, Virgil is a college student whose final is to successfully interact with a fairy circle, Roman is a hopeless romantic who loves the idea of a fairy circle meet-cute, and Patton is just a poor fae prince who just doesn't know what to do with the strange humans who walked into his fairy circle (somehow at the same time). Do with information what you will -pineapple

I wrote this in like two days- y’all proud of me :333

Also gaze upon my amazing title: Three Guys and a Fae Chilling in a Fairy Ring because They’re All Gay (Ao3)Pairings: Implied eventual romantic LAMP, royality (for the sake that Roman is HELLA gay and a huge himbo, the precious idiotic boi, @notveryglittery come look at your son be stupid and gay for Patton)Warnings: Fae universe, fae!Patton being a little creepy at times though they always mean well... they just aren’t super great with humans ajdhcbsdjc, like one line of self-deprecation, a lot of not-very-smart decision making

Logan had gotten there first.

Normally, he wouldn’t care about such childish matters. Who got there first, who had proper ‘dibs,’ the like. He wasn’t five, and as such he refused to behave like a toddler. He could make compromises, take turns, play fair. It wasn’t difficult.

Right now, however, he found himself in the extremely delicate position in which there was really only one shot for things to go right- for things to go at all, really. It was vital that he do what he needed to do, and that he did it before anyone else could interfere.

Which, in theory, should have been no problem at all. He was in the middle of a woods that was nearly devoid of all human life, the only footpaths in it near the edges of it. Here, deep within the heart of the forest, there was barely a sign that humans even existed, that there was any more world outside of flora and fauna. No one should have been in the woods at the same time as him, much less in the same spot.

And yet, just as he had finished taking measurements of the circle of bright green sprouts that seemed surprisingly lively given the forest was on the cusp of winter and all around were dead leaves and broken twigs, someone had shown up. Not only had they stumbled right into the same spot as him, they were there on the same business as him.

Well. Close to the same, anyways.

“Dude, come on, I need this.”

“Do not ‘dude’ me. There are plenty of other rings in the forest.”

“Yeah, but I already found this one. You don’t have to hog it.”

“I found this one first.”

“Oh, wow, so special. Now, can I use the damn ring and get this over with? I have a maths final tomorrow I need to study for.”

Logan huffed, crossing his arms. He was currently standing between the ring and the college student- who had introduced himself as Virgil- who apparently needed to interact with a fae as part of his senior final in ‘myths and magics.’ Logan knew the assignment (he had taken the same class just two years ago, after all), so he wasn’t completely surprised to learn of Virgil’s reason to be out there.

The problem came in the fact that Virgil refused to find another ring to get his credits in. The fae were notoriously shifty, sly creatures. It was possible that whichever fae came to this ring would be willing to entertain two humans right after each other… but it was also possible the fae would suspect a trick and leave after only talking to one of them.

Logan had been preparing for this chance to study the fae closer, ask them a few questions, and etc. for a while now, and now that he was here, he didn’t feel particularly inclined to once more reschedule. He didn’t want to go through all his measuring and tests of the ring again, either, which meant he was going to stick with this one, thank you very much.

“Why don’t you just come back tomorrow? Or later?”

“Did you not hear me say ‘maths final’?” Virgil asked, annoyed. “I have to study later, and this thing is due tomorrow anyways.”

“Then why didn’t you handle it sooner?!”

“I’m lazy. Sue me. Most of the time, fae circles aren’t being claimed by some uptight self-important nerd.”

Before Logan could respond to that, likely with a snap of his own, there was the sound of rustling and crunching leaves. Both Logan and Virgil looked towards the noise, and after a moment someone walked into their sight, having up until then been hidden by the trees. He was dressed up, wearing pressed black slacks, a white button-up, and a velvet red jacket. He was also carrying a bouquet of roses and a jar of honey.

The well-dressed man was smiling to himself, looking very self-assured, though the grin dropped when he saw Logan and Virgil. “Who are you?” He asked, glancing between the two of them.

“Virgil. Stressed and depressed college student just trying to finish my homework.”

“Logan. I’m a scientist studying the fae, and I got here first.” He glared at Virgil as he stressed the ‘first.’

“O-kay then.” Roman said, clearly confused by the two’s distaste for each other. “I’m Roman.”

“Yeah, hi, great to meet you.” Virgil deadpanned, turning from Logan to stare down Roman. “Why are you here? Come to seduce the fae?”

Roman straightened up at that, tilting his chin up as his grin returned and he said, “Why, yes, actually.”

Logan turned to look at Roman now, expression quickly shifting into one of disbelief. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m more serious than Maleficent's curse upon the princess Aurora.” Roman answered, sounding miffed at the thought that he was joking. “Why else would I have come in such glory?”

“Got lost on your way to the wannabe princes convention?” Virgil suggested, eliciting an offended gasp from Roman.

“Bold words from a rejected My Chemical Romance member.” Roman snapped back.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Would you two mind taking this elsewhere? I have work to do.”

“Nice try, pocket protector, but I ain’t letting this ring out of my sight.” Virgil said, once more looking at the researcher. “I need to do my final and I am NOT letting you mess that up just because you got here first or whatever.”

“If you hadn’t put off your work this long, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Logan replied. “It’s not my responsibility to let you waste all of my day’s work just because you couldn’t be bothered to come here a week earlier.”

“Wait- you guys both need this ring, too?” Roman asked, roses and honey jar drooping as he lowered his hands. “Cause I kinda need it to reach my new sweetheart…”

“You haven’t even met them yet.” Virgil pointed out.

“I’m too charming to be turned down.” Roman replied defensively before awkwardly looking to the side. “Plus it’s a fae, they tend to like taking random humans away forever, so I feel like my chances here are pretty good.”

“Uh huh.” Virgil said. “Well, doesn’t matter. You can’t use this ring, because I need it.”

“So do I!” Logan exclaimed. “And I was here first!”

“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty.” Roman said, stepping around the circle so that he could stand between Logan and Virgil. “Seriously. If this thing with the fae don’t work, hit me up. One of you. Both of you. I am single and very ready to mingle.”

“Are you going to find a point any time soon?” Logan questioned.

“Why can’t we just share the circle?” Roman asked. When he was met with stares of bewilderment and annoyance, he explained, “It’s a decently sized ring, so it can definitely hold all of us, and it’ll give us all a chance to talk with a fae without risking them running off before we all get a turn.”

“That’s…” Logan paused, thinking before he finished, albeit reluctantly, “not an entirely awful idea.”

“I mean… I just need to interact with the fae.” Virgil said slowly. “And this would be interacting.”

“And I could still ask all my questions.” Logan added.

“And when you two are done, I can seduce and woo them!” Roman enthused. “And then they’ll take me away to fairyland, or we’ll just talk into the night, or something, but whatever happens they’ll be so focused on me you two can make a get-away!”

Logan frowned. “You really are set on being more or less kidnapped by a close to all-powerful being, huh?”

“It’s not kidnapping if I let them take me away.” Roman corrected. “Plus, fae are hella pretty, and I am hella in need of a partner as lovely as me.”

“And yet you said you’d date one of us.” Virgil said, smiling cynically.

“That’s because you, dearest killjoy, are absolutely exquisite.”

“I was trying to say you’re ugly.”

Roman gasped in offense while Logan furrowed his brow. “You know that, by saying that, you have called myself and yourself ugly as well?”

Virgil finger-gunned at Logan. “Yep.”

Having gotten over his indignation, Roman glared at Virgil. “Just for that, I’m going to woo you so hard within six months you’ll be too busy thinking about our wedding to insult yourself OR our other fiancé, the nerd.”

Logan blinked at Roman. “You’ve known us for less than five minutes.”

“You’re pretty and I’m gay. This was bound to happen sooner or later, so I just decided to make it sooner.” Roman said by way of explanation. “Now, who’s ready to summon a being so powerful they could force us to dance until our feet fell off just by knowing our name?!”

“When you put it like that, I want to say never.” Virgil responded, taking a step away from Roman before he sighed and continued, “Though I guess if I don’t want four years of college to go to waste…”

“I am ready as soon as you two are.” Logan said curtly. This wasn’t the best of circumstances, being forced to ‘share’ the fae he’d be talking to, but it was better than having to either fight for the right to go first or go another day.

“Great!” Roman moved away from the two as he spoke, coming to stand across from them, at the edge of the circle. He gestured at them. “Spread yourselves out a bit, make an even circle here.”

Begrudgingly, Logan and Virgil did as they were told, shifting so that all three of them were roughly the same distance away from each other, all standing right at the edge of the fairy ring. Once they were positioned, the group looked around at each other.

“Count of three?” Roman suggested and, being met with no objections, began, “One… two… three!”

Roman hopped into the circle on the three while Logan and Virgil simply stepped in. They stood in place for a moment, completely silent, waiting for something to happen.

“Maybe it doesn’t work with more than one?” Logan suggested after the silence had stretched, in his opinion, too long without any sign of unearthly life.

“Don’t tell me we still have to fight over who…” Virgil trailed off as he looked down, finally noticing that the sprouts were swaying to a nonexistent breeze. “Alright, that’s weird.”

Logan looked down at Virgil’s comment. “If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say that the ring still functions with three people.” Logan commented.

“I think I second that.” Roman said, though his voice was more awed than it really should be over some strangely moving plants. Logan looked back up, going to ask Roman if he had seen something else, when the question was answered for him.

Because swirling in the exact middle of the circle was a mini-tornado. It was picking up the leaves directly around it, but it never picked up any of the leaves just outside of the ring. As the three of them watched, the tornado went faster and faster until it was impossible to see into or through it. Then, suddenly, the tornado fell apart, the wind blowing outwards and forcing the three humans to look away.

When they turned back, their group was one of four.

Standing where the tornado had been was a being that easily had a foot over all of them, likely more. While they seemed proportionate, all their limbs were slightly too long, making them look simultaneously lanky and terrifying. Their skin was pale to the point it might have been worrying were it not for the fact that it glowed, very slightly, like the first rays of morning sun. Their long hair, which gleamed like gold, was pulled into multiple braids that fell over their shoulders and were littered with forget-me-nots. Complemented by bright blue eyes, a dazzling smile, and pristine, flowing white robes, their overall appearance was ethereal.

They were facing Logan at the moment, carefully looking him over. “Hello there!” They greeted, their voice high-pitched, making their words sound like they had been spoken by the ringing of silver bells.

For the briefest moment, Logan suddenly had the urge to forego his entire experiment, his entire reason for being there, to simply tell the fae his name and disappear into their world forever. He had to shake his head to refocus himself, shifting his gaze from the fae’s eyes to their chin.

“Hello.” He replied mildly, wanting neither to antagonize the fae or to react overly positive to them.

They didn’t reply for a moment, still just looking Logan over. When Logan started to shift in place, uncomfortable, they finally spoke with, “Oh, I apologize. All this staring must be weird. I just haven’t had someone so powerful in my ring before. Did you know your presence carries the weight of three people?”

Logan cleared his throat. “That may be because there are three people in this ring at the moment.”

“...What?”

“Just uh… look to your side? Or behind you?”

The fae frowned, clearly confused, but they still turned around. They quietly gasped as they were met by the faces of both Virgil and Roman, the former waving awkwardly while the latter put on his most charming smile. “Oh. There are… three of you?”

“We all needed the ring.” Virgil explained, looking down at his foot as he kicked lightly at some leaves. “So we figured we’d just all use it at once.”

The fae nodded slowly. “Interesting.”

“Is that a good interesting, or a bad interesting?” Logan asked. The fae turned back to look at him, once more grinning.

“Good interesting!” They said happily. “I haven’t had any sort of interesting in decades. This is great!”

“Oh. Good, then.” Logan said.

The fae nodded before their eyes widened. “Oh! I almost forgot!” They said, quickly looking all around the circle before asking, smile growing, “Can I have your names?”

“You may call me leaf.” Virgil said.

“And you may call me branch.” Logan followed. It was, after all, more or less rule number one of interacting with the fae: don’t even give them a nickname to work with. The more random of a name you could give them for yourself, the less power they held over you.

Likely because following that rule required some basic common sense, however, Roman answered the fae with, “You may call me however you wish, though many know me by Roman.”

Roman ignored the appalled expressions Logan and Virgil directed at him as the fae turned towards him. They were giggling, their skin seemingly glowing brighter. “Someone’s a charmer.”

“I think that must be you, my dear, given how your mere appearance already has me charmed.” Roman responded, his words smooth and his tone elegant. “Might I have a name to call such an enchanting beauty by? Or would you prefer I stick to one of your many others- sweetheart, sunshine, thief of my heart?”

The fae giggled again, clearly enamored with Roman. “You may call me all of those and more.” They said cheerily. “As to my name, you may have it as well… so long as your friends will tell me theirs.”

“We have already told you what you may call us by.” Logan said, tugging at his sleeve uncomfortably.

“Yes, but those clearly aren’t your names.” The fae said, turning from Roman to face Logan and Virgil. “I may know little of human naming conventions, but I am certain they don’t name children ‘leaf’ or ‘branch.’”

“Yeah… uh, you’ll forgive us, but I don’t think that’s really a good idea.” Virgil spoke up, immediately looking away when the fae’s attention focused on him. “No offense, but there’s kinda a power imbalance here already, and I don’t think giving you our names is going to help even it out much.”

“But that’s the thing! You don’t have to actually give me your names! Just tell me them!” The fae said excitedly. “I promise not to use them harmfully against you. I just want to be able to call you by them properly.”

Logan pursed his lips and glanced over at Virgil. On one hand, offering a fae your name, even if you didn’t truly give it to them, was a horrible idea. Even the littlest bit of power traded over was dangerous. On the other hand, name or no, angering a fae never turned out well. Especially when you were in their ring.

Finally, Logan haltingly said, “You may call me Logan.” It was a stupid thing to do, he knew, but he was trying to pick the best of two evils.

“And you may call me Virgil.” Virgil followed after Logan, shooting him a look that very clearly said, ‘if this goes horribly, it’s on you.’

“Roman, Logan, and Virgil.” The fae said, as if they were trying out the words, ignoring the slight grimace the three of them made when their name was spoken. Even if it was weak, there was power in those names. “You all have wonderful names.”

“Not as wonderful as yours is, I’m sure.” Roman said, once more smiling like he owned the whole world.

“You flatter me so.” The fae said, clearly very pleased with the flattery. “I fear that none of you could actually say my true name, but you may call me Patton instead.”

“Patton.” Roman said, testing the name, before once more breaking out in a grin almost big enough to break his face. “I was right. Your name is wonderful- though, I fear, not nearly as wonderful as you yourself are.”

Patton clapped their hands together, squeezing them together as they smiled even brighter at Roman. “Oh, I really must keep you.”

“So long as you remain more beautiful than a meadow of freshly bloomed flowers, I shall be more than happy to be kept.” Roman returned smoothly.

Patton didn’t respond to that, but they did take a step closer to Roman, lowering themself so that they were on eye-level with Roman. Their smile was still wide, and Roman was fairly certain their cheeks hadn’t always been dusted a rosy pink. They did nothing but stare at Roman, but Roman felt the stare was an adoring one, and was more than happy to do little more than smile adoringly back.

Realizing that the fae was ready to completely write him and Virgil off, Logan lightly cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind, ah, Patton, I have a few questions for you?”

Without altering their position, Patton turned their head to look at Logan, looking confused and slightly suspicious. “Questions?”

“Just about average fae life and the such.” Logan said, hurriedly adding (for fear the fae would take his questions as a threat), “I’m simply curious as to the inner workings of your species, you see.”

“Oh.” Patton said in understanding. They didn’t respond immediately, clearly thinking about it, before they smiled once more and said, “I’ve got it!”

“Got… what?” Logan asked, perplexed. “The answer to a question I haven’t asked yet?”

“No, silly. I know the easiest way to get what everyone wants!” Patton answered. “You can all come home with me!”

“Sounds like an absolutely perfect plan to me.” Roman said without missing a beat, once more recalling Patton’s attention to himself. “Though any plan involving you and me is perfect.”

“Yeah, although maybe not a plan involving us.” Virgil said, glancing at the sides of the fairy circle as if he were just realizing how little space there was with four beings within it. “I’m sure fairyland’s great and all, but I doubt it’s very human-friendly.”

“Well, it isn’t if you’re not careful.” Patton acknowledged. “But as long as you’ve got someone watching out for you, you’ll be fine! And I’ll be there to look over you! So everything will be fine!”

“Says a fae.” Logan pointed out. “Respectfully, going to fairyland is dangerous for humans, with or without fae protection. I’d rather just ask my questions here and be on my way.”

“But think of all the questions you could answer, the things you could learn, the experiences you could have… that has to be worth more than a few flat answers on dry paper?” Patton reasoned, moving away from Roman (who pouted the moment Patton shifted their focus) to stand in front of Logan.

Logan forced himself to keep his gaze away from Patton’s eyes. “It’s dangerous. And I have studies here.”

“Studies you can conduct better when you’re right at the source.” Patton said. They gently placed one of their hands against Logan’s cheek, though they didn’t try to force him to look them in the eye, which Logan appreciated. “And the greatest discoveries always come with a bit of danger.”

“I-” Logan paused, considering what Patton had said, before slowly admitting, “You have a point…”

“I’m surrounded by human idiots.” Virgil mumbled as Logan looked down from Patton, still pondering.

Patton turned to Virgil at his words, coming over to him. “I take it you have a great interest in remaining in the mortal world?”

Virgil shrugged. “Not really. I just know that going to fairyland is, like, one of the stupidest decisions a person can make. No offense.”

“None taken.” Patton responded. “But don’t tell me you have nothing you’re looking to avoid? Nothing you’d like to escape? To be free of?”

“I mean, it’d be pretty rad to skip out on my maths final tomorrow because I mysteriously vanished off the face of the earth.” Virgil said. “But I also know that most people who go to fairyland never come back, and as sucky as tests are, they’re better than being dead and/or tortured for eternity.”

“Maybe so.” Patton conceded. “But there’s something I don’t think you understand.”

The fae once more bent down so that they could look Virgil directly in his eyes. For the first time since they had appeared, their expression was completely serious, and even the light radiating off of them had dimmed.

“If you choose to come with me to fairyland, I promise you, no one will dare to so much as look at you funny without facing severe consequences.” Patton pledged, voice deadly serious. “You- all of you- would be my guests. If anyone should bring purposeful harm to you, I swear that they shall never regret anything more.”

Virgil swallowed after Patton finished speaking, looking slightly paler than he had been a moment ago. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”

“Of course.” Patton said, tone still solemn. “I do not take infractions against my guests lightly.”

“And how can you be so sure a fae won’t ignore what you say?” Logan asked skeptically. “Fae are powerful, even against their own. And the majority of them rather enjoy… eh, toying with humans. What if they refuse to listen to you?”

“Most fae don’t consider it wise to cross their prince.” Patton answered as they stood once more and returned to the center of the circle. “And if they decide to anyways, I assure you, I am plenty powerful enough to take care of them.”

“Oh my Athena. I’m in love with a prince.” Roman said, voice hushed as in awe. “A strong prince. A beautiful, ethereal, strong, magical fae prince.”

Patton’s smile returned as they stepped away from Virgil, returning to the middle of the circle and turning back towards Roman. “I suppose it’s a good thing, then, that a beautiful, ethereal, strong, magical fae prince is also in love with you.”

Roman’s face quickly coloured red at Patton’s words. “Marry me?”

Patton giggled. “Moving a little fast there, don’t you think, honey?”

“I’m gay, impatient, and you just called me a petname after saying you loved me too.” Roman pointed out, face even redder. “I’m pretty sure the only next gay-logical step is marriage.”

“I’m touched.” Patton said, only smiling brighter. “But I think we should still take it at least a little slow, don’t you? Wouldn’t want to miss out on all those- ah, what do you humans call it- young love moments?”

“You can call them whatever you please as long as you also call me yours.” Roman said, prompting Patton to squeeze their cheeks and let out a small, short squeal. Roman grinned at that before he said, “Oh! I almost forgot!” He raised his hands, pushing the bouquet of roses and honey towards Patton. “I bring you gifts! To celebrate not only our young love, but also your perfect beauty.”

“Gifts? Aw, sweetheart, you didn’t have to.” Patton said as they looked at Roman’s offerings. “After all, you are the only gift I need.”

“I swear Patton if you don’t take me home right now I’m just going to collapse on this forest floor.” Roman said, looking like the poster child for ‘dying of gay,’ with how red his face was and adoring his expression was. “I swear, I will die of pure beauty.”

“Then how did you survive seeing your reflection?”

Roman wasn’t able to respond to that one, though he did try, mouth moving even as the only sounds that came out were more or less strangled shrieks.

“You broke him.” Logan commented idly.

“That I did!” Patton said cheerily. “Guess I really should get him home now, huh.”

“Probably.”

Patton nodded. “Well then. Guess you’re out of considering time.” Patton turned to look at Logan and Virgil. “Coming?”

Neither responded at first. After all, neither of them were idiots. They knew it was dangerous to go ‘home’ with a fae, even one who giggled too much and swore to them no harm would befall them. Fairyland was dangerous. Fae were dangerous. Saying yes was dangerous.

But at the same time… it was a tempting offer. It offered discovery and excitement and freedom. If Roman continued acting like, well… Roman, it would likely offer something sweeter, something closer too. And as dangerous as it was to trust any word of a fae, Patton had seemed nothing less than deadly serious when they promised to keep them safe if they came with them.

“Danger for the sake of discovery and the acquiring of new knowledge is acceptable danger.” Logan finally said, slowly nodding. “If you truly don’t mind having me… I’d be glad to come with you to fairyland.”

“Of course I don’t mind.” Patton reassured him before looking towards Virgil. “And you?”

“I mean… if the nerd’s going to do it I might as well… or whatever…” Virgil answered, kicking once more at the leaves.

“So that’s a yes?”

“...Yeah, it’s a yes.” Virgil said, looking back up. “Gets me out of finals, right?”

“If that’s how you want to think of it!” Patton said. “Oh, this’ll be so much fun! I can’t wait to get to know you all.”

“I’m certain the same applies for all of us.”

“Almost all of us!”

“All of us minus Virgil.” Logan corrected. “Now, how do we get to fairyland?”

“I’ll take you.” Patton said before they extended their hands towards each of them. “Just make sure to hold on.”

“What about me?” Roman whined, face slightly less flushed than it had been earlier, his words now actually coming out as words. “You only have two hands…”

Patton smiled softly at Roman. “Do you think you’ll mind if you have to hug me all the way to fairyland?”

Before Patton had even finished their sentence, Roman was wrapped around their chest, his grip tight as he easily nuzzled his head against their shoulder. “Mind hugging you? Darling, don’t be absurd- it’s my pleasure.”

Patton chuckled. “Perfect.” He looked from Roman to Logan and Virgil. “Ready?”

Logan took a breath before he nodded, taking the hand Patton had offered him. “Completely.”

Virgil took a moment longer, and a couple extra breaths as well before he more or less shoved his hand into Patton’s. “Not at all, but I’m never ready for anything so… this is as good as it’s going to get.”

Patton didn’t say anything else, instead simply smiling as they gripped Logan’s and Virgil’s hands.

The whirlwind from earlier started up again, this time not simply surrounding Patton but also the three mortals the fae had so quickly bonded with. As it sped up, the world outside of them disappeared, blocked out by the quickly moving winds.

Preoccupied by holding Patton and being gay, Roman didn’t notice as Logan and Virgil once more exchanged glances, worry about what they had just agreed to sinking in again. There were a lot of pros to what they were doing… but there were also just as many cons, ones with even more severe consequences.

Despite all the wind, it was easy for Virgil to raise his arm, offering Logan his free hand. He also half-smiled, clearly feeling awkward, but the offered hand remained.

Logan returned the smile as he took Virgil’s hand.

Maybe what they were doing was dangerous. Maybe what they were doing was stupid. Maybe they should have more thoroughly thought this whole thing out before they said yes. They were facing a lot of maybes.

But they did have three things they could know for certain: firstly, they had made their choice, and they were stuck with it now, for better or worse.

Secondly, they were the only ones with any functioning brain cells. And that might not be that much, especially against a powerful fae prince, but it was something.

Thirdly, they weren’t alone in this. They had each other. Even if Patton turned malicious, or Roman refused to ever use common sense, they would still have each other.

And they might not have known it right then, but that was everything.

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ZUKKA ADVICE COLUMNIST AU! EITHER sokka as the columnist with a large readership/listenership bc of his elaborate plans to address typical relationship/work problems & zuko asking questions about social situations/making new friends when you've had a troubled childhood & your best friend is your uncle. OR: zuko as the thoroughly unqualified advice columnist (THAT'S ROUGH BUDDY)

yes 👏🏻

idk if it was inspired by this post or not, but if you haven’t seen it you should

finally got this done I'm the slowest actually

as much as I love “thoroughly unqualified zuko” (he’s my favorite dummy), I’m kinda so here for a “sokka’s elaborate plans” au

I’m thinking a little “you’ve got mail” and that post mixed in

so: Sokka is an advice columnist in the college paper. (this is a college au now sorry)

Zuko is one of his roommates (with like, Aang and Haru or something)

Sokka’s column is one of those “ask auntie” anonymous columns, and the name he’s forced to pen under is.... Aunt Wu. Katara and Aang both know he writes for the paper in the column, bc Katara’s his sister and Aang is their oldest friend and he figured it out (the kid is smart), but most of their friends don’t know, mostly bc the paper wants to keep it as anonymous as possible, and also he really didn't plan on staying this long. it was supposed to be one of those easy jobs for a semester until he got an internship in the robotics department, but it’s three semesters and one robotics internship later and he still!! has a job!! (partially because they told him if he quit they would do something unspeakably horrible to him, and also bc he’s..... popular??)

it started out as just a job, but Sokka’s an overthinker. he’s bright as hell, and maybe it’s his engineering brain, but he sometimes misses the obvious sometimes. Half his plans for “how do I deal with this guy who I’m dating who says either the fish goes or he does?” start out “dump him!!!” and then end with “.... actually wait, first of all it’s really shitty he wants you to get rid of a fish??? its a FISH???? it doesn’t even do anything????” and then three paragraphs of both a personal experience (sokka surprisingly has a lot of personal stories that Relate) and an elaborate plan for dumping this guy and then signing him up for like 12 free fish magazines.

He gets really popular, and while some of the questions he gets are weird and kinda over the top (”aunt wu, I’m blind but want to join the wrestling team, how do i tell my parents I’m both gay and stronger than them?”) some are just kinda sad (”aunt wu, my uncle is my best friend, how do I make friends?”). They’re all asked anonymously, sometimes with funny names attached. The latter is from a guy calling himself, “Blue Spirit.”

Anyway. Three semesters into writing this column, he lives with Aang, Zuko, and Haru. He picked Aang, the other two just came with the place (Suki, Katara, Yue, and Toph said “under absolutely no circumstances will we be splitting up so good LUCK boys we’re out.”)

He starts getting questions like, “How do I break the ice with my roommates?”, from the “Blue Spirit” guy, which prompts Sokka to get his roommates involved. He’s not against crowdsourcing. (only aang knows about the job, he tells the others its for school.) Sokka doesn’t really know Haru and Zuko, but like, this is a great way to get to know them, right?

Haru’s chill off the bat, but Zuko’s awkward and fumbling, and a little shy (though Sokka has heard him getting in a shouting match with the TV on more than one occasion), but after they get into it, throwing out ideas, Sokka thinks, you know, this was a good way to make friends with roommates. (he doesn’t write that, exactly, he’s got a reputation to uphold, but he includes “tricking them into hanging out with you by asking about a homework assignment” in the article) Zuko’s in the living room a lot more often after that, and even asked for Sokka’s help on a physics assignment once (ya know, bc Sokka’s super smart), so he thinks the method is tried and true.

A couple weeks of other mundane questions, he gets one that makes him pause. “What do I do if I have a crush on my roommate?” (Blue Spirit). and he thinks, “oh no, the ice breaker worked TOO WELL.” (but, of course, he doesn’t know what to do about this. He’s never had a crush on a roommate before. Aang’s like his little brother, Jet was a creep, and Hahn was the WORST. So he outsources again.)

[”Hey Aang,” Sokka says, hanging half upside down off the couch, “would you date your roommate?”

“Sorry Sokka, I’m flattered, but you know that Katara has captured my heart-- hey!” Sokka throws the remote at him.

“Not me! Just like, in general. Would you date someone you’re living with?”

“Oh, is this advice for your...... thing?” His eyes twinkle, “Or.... do you have a crush on someone I should know about????” (Aang is wildly unhelpful. He says he would date his roommate, no questions asked, but Sokka thinks he’s just thinking about Katara.)

He asks Zuko, next, the first person to come through the door.

“Would you date your roommate, Zuko?” Sokka asks. Zuko looks like he’s a deer caught in the headlights. “I’m asking for a friend,” Sokka says, whenever they ask. This was what had gotten him in trouble with Aang, but so far no one else had noticed Aunt Wu answering the same questions in the paper a week later.

Zuko relaxes, but he doesn’t look much better. “Uhhhh.”

“I mean, not like, us,” Sokka said, “I don’t know if you’re into dudes--”

“Definitely into dudes,” Zuko rushes to say, his cheeks pink all over again, and it’s cute. Sokka can see why dating him might be appealing. Oh no. That’s a thought for later. “Definitely gay.” And then, “I mean.... would you?”

“I don’t know,” Sokka says thoughtfully, looking Zuko over. Before he can think over it, Haru comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered.

Haru just shrugs. “I mean, isn’t your spouse just like your permanent roommate? It’s just like making a commitment really really early.”]

He publishes this in the paper: “What do you want to do about it?”

When he’s typing it up, he thinks about it. There are really two options for having a crush on your roommate. One, you can tell them you like them, or two, suffer in silence. He thinks about it. If he had a crush on someone-- his thoughts wandering to Zuko far more often than he likes-- he would probably do something about it. That’s what he did with Yue, that’s what Suki did with him. He details an elaborate plan with anecdotes about what he did with Yue, leaving out the part that they broke up. Giving her gifts, making her laugh, showing up at her workplace just to hang out for a little while. He details a 12-step plan that involves defeating your rival in hand-to-hand combat.

Of course, none of that would work with Zuko. They once got into an argument over how loud the TV was when neither of them were watching it, so he definitely wouldn’t want Sokka fighting his battles for him.

And then, oh no.

(He publishes the article. He tries not to feel like a hypocrite when he doesn’t immediately ask Zuko out, thinking about what Haru says. It’s a lot of commitment for an early relationship. He’s always the responsible one. For once in his life, he doesn’t go after what he wants.)

A couple months of this, living with these dudes, one of whim he now has a crush on!! thanks ANONYMOUS BLUE SPIRIT, the girl running the horoscopes segment of the paper quits and leaves that segment without an author. cue Sokka, reluctant horoscope writer. (He doesn’t even believe in this stuff!! but does he really believe half the stuff he writes in Aunt Wu?)

He half-asses it the first week. He looks up some bullshit guide to what everything means, listens to Toph describe what she thinks they mean over drinks at the tea place, and then sends it off to be published. He finds Zuko sulking in the living room two days later.

[”My horoscope said I’m going to make everyone around me miserable this week!” Zuko falls back on the couch, dramatically, like it’s a fainting sofa. “With my physics exam next week, I know it’s because I’m going to fail and drag you all down with me!”

“Oh,” Sokka says, stopping in the doorway. “You read those? ...and believe them?”

“Yes?” Zuko says, face a flushed red.

“Oh,” Sokka says, mind going a million miles per hour. “I have to, uh, go do my homework now.”]

The next week, Scorpio gets a nice horoscope about how everything is going to go right in the world and all that other sappy bullshit. Zuko looks better before his exam, and he’s happier. Sokka keeps that in mind whenever he seems Zuko looking a little down.

It’s not until the week before Winter Break that Sokka is forced to confront his feelings, in the dumbest of ways. His laptop breaks, and he asks Zuko to borrow his so he can finish the second-to-final Aunt Wu column. Zuko tosses his laptop over without thinking, from the other side of the couch, and he goes to open a document when he sees one already open.

It’s an early draft of a letter addressed to Aunt Wu, and it’s signed off with, “Blue Spirit.” He looks over at Zuko, who seems to realize what he left open at the same time, and suddenly--

[Zuko pounces, practically leaping into Sokka’s lap to slam the laptop shut. Sokka looks down at him, surprised. The only thing he can think of saying is, “You’re the Blue Spirit?”

Zuko looks more like he’s ready to die than ever, cheeks a furious red, “You read Aunt Wu?”

“Of course not,” Sokka says without thinking. “I write it.”

“Oh,” Zuko says, “that’s so much worse.”

Finally the implication catches up to Sokka, and this time, he feels his face heat, Zuko still sprawled across his lap. “You.... have a crush on your roommate?” Zuko doesn’t say anything. For once, Sokka’s mouth works properly. “Dude, I really hope your crush is on me because otherwise this is gonna be really awkward.”

“Wha--” Zuko tries to say, but Sokka’s leaning down to kiss him. When he pulls back, Zuko looks a little starstruck. “Oh. Yeah. It was definitely on you.”]

(Sokka doesn’t tell him about the horoscopes. He’ll tell him when he graduates, but for now, he likes making Zuko smile.)

#zukka #zukka au

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frostbite-the-bat · 3 years ago

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okay back to rambling about spectre except im not adding to that one ramble reblog chain

Okay so obviously they work for Queen since they work and probably live at the mansion

Their position isn't as high as Swatch but they are above most Swatchlings in terms of position

They do a very specific job and I'd say they're decently known for it to those who come visit Color Cafe

This idea comes from my friend, but we know that the Swatchlings do dumb stuff for Queen while remaining all fancy and stuff

Well, even if Queen genuinely cares about Spectre actually enjoying working there, just for the fun of it she goes "ight bestie well so you can keep your special role and all that make a show for me"

and they do

occasionally, Spectre will perform for Queen or any others who might want to watch with either skating or ice skatin

Or better yet...

An entire fucking musical

On skates

with all the other Swatchlings

And they fucking LOVE doing this shit!! I mean they already do soe occasional performance or trick or two at Color Cafe but they can go all out here

Even if they don't do proper ice skating as often (I think they might've even done it competetively for a while) they still love putting on any kind of a show and

They rlly enjoy making others happy so they go

YEAS QUEEN LETS GO BESTIE

Wether or not the other Swatchlings enjoy this goes from Swatchling to Swatchling but I can tell that some of them feel absolute dread when Spectre is like AYO WE DOING ANOTHER PERFORMANCE SOMETIME THE QUEEN WANTS YOU IN AND YES WE'LL HAVE CANONS PSPSPSPSPSP

They're already more energetic, jolly and silly than the usual Swatchling and while they're also pretty fancy and composed most of the time they can let their energy out on this

Also like, they do enjoy like, standing out and having attention on them so this is a bonus

Queen does genuinely enjoy this stuff and I am sure at first she was like lmao do this hell yeah sounds fun I dunno but I think she quickly realized yo y'all got talent

random other rambles i dunno

Spectre definitely overapologizes and if they screw a thing up they feel BAD BAD about it

They actually wear those protective covers on their knees because I think with how the Swatchlings can bounce with their entire body in that one attack they have

I think they're like... Pretty beefy you know? Like they also deinitely have a hard head like you cannot hurt them that way

HOWEVER skidding down like nasty ass concrete and getting a nasty fuckin scratch on your knees isnt fun anyone who went thru that can say sdfgsrgeth since fallin down on your head on something hard and skidding down a hard floor at high speeds are different kinds of damage

So they wear those since they wanna avoid that lol, they're a skilled skater, but you'd never know

They're also pretty scared of the Maice like the other Swatchlings, they're just so fast and tiny y'know

They probably don't like Tasque Manager even if they're covorkers

They like having fun sometimes and like... Bro... Not EVERYTHING HAS TO BE PERFECTLY ORDERED SHUT UP

They definitely draw little smiley faces and doodles on the customer's checks :)

If you're an asshole their niceness could possibly be exploited

They're not stupid and not so completely pacifistic as Ralsei, but they don't wanna hurt people either especially emotionally since it's very complex stuff

They still have beef with people though, like I said with Tasque Manager like they're definitely not perfect

While as a whole they're like

"Oh dear, my apologies for the mistake, why don't we get you patche dup and brew you some tea? On the house."

but they're also LMAO YEAH FUCK THAT BI-

(Sometimes, you must take inspiration from yourself but twist it in a few ways)

they like

genuinely care about other peole and all that but sometimes they do it just so the other person doesnt feel bad and say anything because therwise they will feel very bad to and during those moments they tend to just

ngvhgghGhNbghb nbghbc and just not talk they need a bit

during those moments they like to wait till the place closes and they brew themselves and sometimes watch as well some tea

sometimes theyll both talk about stuff but sometimes they just sit there in silence and enjoy the moment

I'm stating to think f them both more and more as close friends and I am liking this dynamic

I think Swatch is secretly also somewhat energetic, but not as much as Spectre

They are very talkative and love to talk, and tend to overshare as seen in their dialogue where they cut themselves off from telling a secret to a complete stranger

I think that's how Spectre knows all about the basement since they not only work with Swatch, are good friends but Swatch is also like

Dude yo so there's this creepy ass machine in the basement uh yeah don't let anyone in lol but yeah i helped build it

I like to think when they're not working bc I don't think they all work 24/7 there I think Queen would care about shifts somewhat and the well being of her workers in the long run even if she does stupid stuff with them (together) or tells them to do stupid shit sometimes

aaand while they MIGHT live at the mansion I am not sure i haven't decided yet, but I think they would

They still love coming back to the city often as they grew up there and they think it's a charming place

I wonder if they ever skated into the darker calmer streets of the city and met up with spamton post his prime and theyre like

ayo bestie THE FUCK YOU DOING HERE

hshgreth considering i established that Spectre liked Spamton as a frequent customer and recognized him a lot and how caring they are they'd loose their shit knowing he lives in a fucking dumpster DGRHERTH

probably also kinda scared of how he talks now

i also considered that i might make it canon that they were the one to see him tryna sneak to the basement with the machine while he was dressed more like Swatch like

bro bestie the fuck you doin like that outfit is fly but what the fuck im gonna have to yeet you the fuck out </3

mmm i also wonder what their relations t sweet cap'n cakes would be since y'know, they're my fav characters but like considering they DIRECTLY work for queen and that SCC are rebelling against Queen during the duration of the game and such and how far away they are it might not be the best

But maybe they'd know each other a BIT since Spactre lived in the city which is closer to where they are located AND it has some of their shop locations? I mean they wouldn't have always been set up there but who knows

Maybe they djed some music and stuff for their old skating performances

But yeah as much as I want it I am not sure how much these would be able to interact in a more canon sense, even if i go YEA LETS HAVE FUN I think SCC would be a bit :/// since they're working for QUEEN but who knows Spectre is a very sweet person and SCC are pretty chill people like you just "defeat" them by dancing with them aand they think they got you on the good side so

who knows

maybe theres funky trucies

but legit i dont know how this would work but maybe ill figure something out, but for now spectre is mostly in the queen/swatch/spamton character area and stuf

this tok a bit to ramble abt lol bc im also talking in dms but i did wanna write all of this down a bit and brainstorm some stuff maybe,,,, i dunno honestly i dont care if nobody cares but i am just! vibin here

#ramble #long post #spectre

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sombreboy · 5 years ago

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Love Maze »13

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 3.8k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, just two boys that are dumb for and to each other, fluffy fluff, jealousy, light angst, DUMB ARGUMENTS CMON BOYS GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

“Kook.. it’s too early.” Tae grumpily groaned, the ringing sound of the alarm hitting his still muffled ears.

After a few minutes of blankly staring off into the wall across from him, he pushed the covers to the side, joining his boyfriend in a morning shower.

God, he couldn’t wait till after school. That was the only thought running through his head, the warm shower helping awake every fibre from within him.

''Good morning!'' Kook chirped, as usual his way too energetic and happy morning mood was a huge contrast to Taehyung's sluggish, sleepy demeanor.

The younger didn't hesitate to grab his boyfriend to pull him closer, giving him more space underneath the stream of hot water,

''I thought you'd sleep in a little longer, but I'm glad you decided to join~'' He smiled, reaching for the soap as he handed it to Tae.

Call Jungkook picky, but he did enjoy it when the elder smelled like his soap.. It was a mild scent, the younger's favourite as it did not cover one's natural scent, merely enhanced it with an unperfumed, soapy smell. His nose was rather sensitive.

Taehyung slowly slathered his body with the bar of soap, the fatigue making him slothful.

Tae’s eyelids threatened to fall shut nearly every other second, but he simply guided his puffy face under the shower, allowing the stream of water to wash away any remaining trace of drowsiness. Surprisingly, a nice, warm shower in the mornings sure did the trick.

He might have to join his boyfriend more often.

“Kook, come ooon!” Taehyung called out from his spot on the floor, double-knotting the laces of his shoes while he waited for Jungkook to meet him by the door, getting up on his feet to carelessly throw his backpack over his shoulder.

He couldn't wait/ to get practice done and over with, it’ll give Tae an excuse to ignore his lectures and daydream about his upcoming date with Jungkook.

~~~

They managed to arrive to practice on schedule, giving them plenty of time to get dressed and chatter amongst themselves.

“Jungkookie, someone had fun last night, hmm~?”

Jimin teasingly wiggled his brows, pointing at the hickeys on the younger’s neck.

“Damn, Tae.. you did that?! Are you a vacuum?”

Taehyung hastily shushed Jin’s loud mouth, pressing his index finger against his hyung’s lips.

“Don’t be so loud! But.. yeah. I did that.” He rolled his eyes, finally withdrawing his finger.

With one look at his boyfriend’s direction, a proud smirk crept up on his lips.

It felt good— that their friends knew who Jungkook belonged to.

“Woah, Joon.. are you even Joon?”

The Captain waltzed in looking like a hot mess; his usually slick hair was far from neat, and the clear lack of sleep showed in the form of his prominent eye bags.

Namjoon glared at Hoseok, plopping down onto the nearby bench with a hoarse groan, not uttering a word.

“Hyung, were you that drunk last night?” Taehyung questioned, the sight being completely new to him.

“Drunk? Joon was drunk? Why was he drunk? He never drinks.” Yoongi shot one question after the other, mirroring the look of puzzlement that everyone else seemed to have in common.

“He asked a girl out.” Tae playfully shook Namjoon by the shoulders, a proud ‘bro’ smile adorning his face.

“And that’s why he’s drunk? I don’t get it—“

“Don’t ruin the moment, Yoongi! This is a big step for Joon, he’s never even spoken to a girl before.” Jin poked fun while at the same time meaning each and every word, suddenly curious about who this ‘girl’ was.

Jungkook had a flustered smile on his face from the comments about his hickeys. Shit, he had even forgotten they were there, adorning his neck all the way down to his chest... He loved them, though. He loved what they represented. And the fact that Taehyung admitted to it with a rather cheeky grin, it was the icing on the cake. Tae really had grown so much to become more comfortable with himself and his relationship with the younger.

However, his attention, just like the rest of the groups, shifted to Namjoon as soon as he entered, looking like he had a rather eventful night.

Honestly, he looked like shit.

Kim Namjoon, the most put together man there is (despite the fact that he's a total klutz and a dork), looked like he had attended a frat party of his own.

Namjoon combed his fingers through his mess of a hairstyle, somewhat managing to calm down the einstein-inspired hairstyle he was rocking, groaning when jin shook his body,

''Stooop, don't shake me...'' He was still incredibly sluggish, incredibly tired. Last night was probably the most nerve wrecking nights of his life, and he only remembers half of it.

Fuck, what was even her reaction to his confession?

“Dude, what even happened?” Taehyung was the first one who dared to ask the question on everybody’s mind. He eyed Namjoon with clear uncertainty, his playful demeanor wearing off the longer the silence dragged itself. Did Jisoo reject him? Is that why Joon looked so poorly?

“I fucked up,” was all Namjoon offered as an answer, rubbing at his tired eyes to give himself an excuse to not meet his teammates’ very own alert ones.

“Go on.” Hoseok ushered, suddenly more intrigued than before.

Namjoon wearily looked up at Taehyung, occasionally glancing towards Jungkook as if he was scared to get a scolding from the younger. Jisoo and Kook were friends, and that terrified him. With the exhale of a soft sigh, Joon went out with it.

“After I helped Jisoo noona move in her stuff, we celebrated by having a couple of drinks in her apartment—“

“The drunk texting,” Tae noted, urging Namjoon to continue.

“Yeah.. the drunk texting. Anyways.. uh, after I confessed.. since we were both a little tipsy, it kind of just happened?” Joon stated, although it sounded more like a question. He didn’t bother on specifying what ‘it’ was, having confidence in his friends’ ability to pick up on cues.

“First of all— I’m against partaking in any sexual acts before the third date, just to make myself clear. But.. alcohol happened.” The boy gently tugged at his messy hair, dreading having to say what came next, “Long story short, but in the middle of it I told her how I was surprised at how.. how tight she was.” Fuck, Namjoon was a tomato by this point.

“And shit I feel like the biggest dick out there but.. I told her that I was taken aback because usually women who give birth are— you know, loose or whatever? I officially hate myself.”

All were wide eyed, and Taehyung felt like knocking some common sense into his hyung.

That was fucked up.

“Wait.. she has a baby?!” Jimin barged into the conversation, having trouble processing everything he’d just been fed.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, unfortunately letting his body speak for him when he strode up to pull Namjoon in by his collar, eyebrows drawn together.

''What the fuck is wrong with you!?''

Kook's temper wasn't the best as of late, and he really cared about his noona. She had told him about her hardships with past men, and even if Joon was drunk, even if he truly is capable of being such a sweetheart.... He did her so wrong!

It made Jungkook feel guilty on his behalf.

''Whoa, Jungkookie, chill!'' Hoseok ran up to grab the younger, but Kook was always too strong, keeping a steadfast hold onto his captain, his eyes stern.

''Kook, let go!''

''You need to apologise to her!'' Jungkook continued, his nostrils flaring with frustration.

''Ah, Kook..'' Joon held his hands up, not at all in the mood to get into a fight. Even though he probably deserved a punch in the face. Even he knew that. ''I-I was drunk, I..I know it was dumb! I will..''

Jungkook sighed before he roughly let go of Namjoon in the form of a shove, causing the elder to stumble back on his legs, caught by Hoseok and Yoongi.

Kook was so caught up in his own anger that he didn't even notice the both startled and confused looks from his hyungs-- some even understanding. But why did he get that upset?

Noona was just... very important to him. She deserved the best and nothing less.

Taehyung was startled by his boyfriend’s sharp reaction, one hand discretely grasping onto Jungkook’s waist while the younger put Namjoon in his place; Tae didn’t want the situation to escalate, and at this rate, the chance of that happening was up there.

He didn’t have to know Jisoo well enough to realize that what Joon said was fucked up. But apparently, it stirred a bigger explosion from Jungkook.

The elder could see how much of a bond they’d created during those dreadful days spent away from Kook. Kook was hurting— because of him.

If anything, Taehyung owed Jisoo a ‘thank you’ for taking care of him.

He was glad that his boyfriend had someone else to confide in. Tae was aware of himself; the elder knew he was bound to fuck up more times than not.

“Kook, think about our date, alright?” He quietly uttered to his boyfriend during their stretches, noticing how Jungkook’s anger had yet to subside.

Taehyung leaned in closer to his boyfriend’s ear, hoping to be the one who pulls him out of it.

“I bought you something..” He looked into his eyes, smiling in mischief.

“Well, I still have to buy it but.. same thing. I heard you say how much you like them!”

Jungkook's tightly knit eyebrows slowly came loose at Taehyung's words, stretching his back as their eyes met.

''Something for me?'' He pursed his lips, a small smiley pout growing on them. He pondered about what it could be that Tae remembers him saying that he likes so much. He couldn't even remember himself.... He likes a lot of things.

''I'm excited...'' He easily felt better, his mood eased up-- even though his worry for Jisoo was ingrained in the back of his mind. He really had to check on her when he was able to... But today was too important, he was going on a date with his boyfriend-- Their first real date.

Sorry, Jisoo... He promised to himself that he would bring her something homecooked to make up for his own guilt. Hopefully she will be okay.

''I can't wait to see what it could be, Tae~hyung~ie'' He winked before he started to walk towards the court to begin practice, shooting a glare Namjoon's way, causing the elder to swallow tightly in guilt.

At the sound of his nickname coming from Jungkook’s mouth, Tae bit down on his lip to prevent a cheeky grin from appearing, amused as he followed Kook’s figure with focused eyes— gaze shamelessly lingering on his boyfriend’s ass, noting how good it looked in those basketball shorts. God, that boy was going to be the death of him one day..

The school day got done slower than he would’ve liked, most likely because Taehyung was nearly bouncing on his seat at every one of his classes, counting down the seconds until he could see Jungkook again. Thankfully, it didn’t drag on forever, as he was settled in the familiar, stuffy common room; peeking his head over the students’ heads to catch a glimpse of Kook.

As if it was the most common routine by now, Jungkook jogged through the hallways as soon as class ended to make his way towards the common area, eyes as always searching for the familiar face. As soon as he spots Taehyung rocking back and forth on his feet on the exact same spot as always, Jungkook's jog turns into a sprint, his toothy grin growing, causing some heads to turn wondering what the hell he was so happy for.

Honestly, Kook was just really happy that he was able to express that he was, in fact happy to see his boyfriend-- able to run up to him with a smile and looping his arm around Tae's, tugging at him to get the fuck out of school, ''Let's go, go go!''

After wiping the huge smile off his face, Tae began to list out the day’s plans in detail.

“I’m gonna drop you off at your place, then I’ll go to mine and attempt to look even more handsome for you,” he chuckled at that, “pick up your gift.. and then we’ll get going to our first destination.” The elder unlocked the doors of his car, getting situated in his seat.

“does around seven sound good?” Truthfully, Taehyung thought he was a damn good date planner. The Kim Taehyung of yesterday would’ve never seen this coming, but here he was, praising himself for his character development.

Jungkook nodded with every instruction, a smile growing wider and wider-- as if that was even possible.

''Okay!'' He chirped, hopping into the car like a child who's finally gonna go get Mcdonalds-- which in all honesty, he wouldn't mind either.

''Ahh, would it really be possible for you to get more handsome than this? I will need an inhaler.'' Jungkook jokes, but there was truth in his words. Taehyung had gotten more handsome lately, and Kook was sure it was because of his personal development. Tae really had grown so much since the very day they started to explore each other. It was insane, honestly, and it made the younger so proud. He wonders if he also grew just as much-- but he doubted it. Taehyung had changed the most-- yet not.

After Taehyung came to a gradual stop in front of Jungkook’s apartment building, Taehyung bid the boy a sweet farewell.

He tried not to speed as he drove off to his house. However, his foot found itself pressing down a little harder on the accelerator, too eager to see him once again.

For the first time, Tae was actually looking forward to stepping foot in that place.

His father was still at work, and it meant that he would be able to get ready without the fear of the unpredictable. Taehyung could breathe.

The elder settled for taking a warm shower, cleansing away all of his worries with a mild-scented soap, even opting for reaching towards the forgotten face wash.

‘Innisfree’.

As he massaged gentle circles onto his sun-kissed skin, Tae chuckled to himself. Here he was, actually washing his face— and for what?

To impress Jungkook, of course.

The elder hummed a quiet melody under his breath, studying his reflection through the mirror which was fogged up from the shower, drying himself with a spare towel before slipping on some clean briefs. He ruffled his black hair, a few damp strands falling down to his brown eyes.

Taehyung walked over to his room, rummaging through his closet in hopes of finding something somewhat decent, perhaps not one of his typical sweatshirts and sweatpants.

He decided on a rolled-cuff black tee, the thin fabric sitting nicely on top of his broad chest, doing more than a nice job of accentuating the toned muscles in his upper arms.

To go with it, Tae aimed for a pair of tight fitting jeans; black, of course. One that hugged around his thighs like a dream. And to top it all of, he clasped a slick, black belt around the hoops of his jeans— after he smacked the palm of his hand with it a couple times, just for the hell of it..

He took one last, hard look into the mirror, seeming content with his appearance as he smoothed his fingers over his tousled hair, finding it fitting for the look he was aiming for. Which was.. black. Just black.

Taehyung reached for his keys, shutting the door behind him and jogging towards his car.

‘Almost there..’ He reminded, his impatience peeking through the cracks.

When he finally had Jungkook’s gift in his hand, that’s when everything began to sink in.

They were going on their first date. The one thing he was preparing for was just minutes away!

Without him even knowing, Tae’s lips morphed into a giddy smile.

“Shit.. okay. You can do it, Taehyung.” The boy talked himself through it outside of Kook’s door, not even knowing why he was so nervous.

After a soft inhale, his knuckles drummed against the wooden surface, feeling like a thirteen-year-old girl as he waited to see Jungkook’s face.

When he did.. Tae’s mouth jaw went slack.

A low “Fuck, you look so pretty,” slipped past his lips, eyes taking their time skimming down his boyfriend’s figure.

He’d almost forgotten about his gift--almost.

“Oh, uh, yeah.. I uhm, I got you this.”

The hand that was previously hidden behind his back extended itself out to Jungkook, holding on to a bouquet of all different kinds of flowers.

“I didn’t know which one you’d like best, so I picked out the prettiest ones in my opinion..”

The further Taehyung spoke, the more embarrassed he became.

“Also, I know your nose is sensitive and all, so.. these shouldn’t smell too strong?”

The elder nervously scratched at his nape, turning into a flustered mess.

Jungkook had anxiously prepared as well, not sure exactly what he was supposed to wear.

But, feeling like he would know Taehyung fairly well, put together yet casual would be enough.

So, he opted for a black long sleeve, just tight enough to show off his muscular torso, matched with a pair of blue ripped jeans, snugly hugging his ass-- that he knows Tae will love staring at throughout the night, adorned with a belt nicely hugging his smaller waist, shirt tucked into his pants to make him look even more delicious.

Maybe it was a bit intentional, he wanted the elder to gasp.

As he heard the knock, he quickly opened the door with a smile--and as he anticipated, Taehyung was in awe, if the whispered praise was anything to go by.

Now, Jungkook was just as in awe, his mouth hanging open at how gorgeous Taehyung was.

He's never dressed up this way before, at least not with the younger around-- normally it was sweatpants, but this? Taehyung looked incredible.... Kook would lie if he said his mouth wasn't watering at the mere sight.

Another gasp allowed itself to leave Jungkook's lips when his boyfriend handed him a beautiful bouquet, colourful and in an odd mix-- but it was so, so sweet...So Taehyung.

''Ah, for real?'' Jungkook felt so emotional it was almost pitiful, reaching out to grasp the flowers into his own hands, pressing them to his nose to smell them. It was a mild scent-- he liked it. Taehyung remembered such a small detail about him, it had the younger giddy and emotional at the same time, a deep blush creeping on his cheeks as he looked up at his boyfriend,

''Thank you...ah, I love this.. Hold on, let me put them in water before we go!'' He took Taehyung's hand as he led them inside before practically jumping towards the kitchen to find a vase to put the flowers in by the kitchen counter. He took a moment to admire them, his first time receiving flowers.

Just as Jungkook imagined, Taehyung was infatuated with the youngers round ass.

Suddenly, those pairs of blue jeans became his favorite piece of clothing that his boyfriend owned. What he’d do to see Kook flaunt them around more often..

Giving his butt a playful smack, Taehyung closed the distance between them. He snuck up behind Jungkook, craning his neck slightly to look at the side of Kook’s face from over the younger’s shoulder.

“Yah. You’re not gonna cry, are you?” Tae deadpanned, nevertheless delighted that Kook adored the flowers. They varied in colors, and some of them seemed a bit out of place next to one another, but.. each one was beautiful on its own.

“Guess what,” Taehyung perked up, “I washed my face today. For you.”

He didn’t know what the reason was for admitting that, but he did.

The elder felt comfortable enough around his boyfriend to tell him useless things.

“Although my skin feels kinda itchy.”

Jungkook turned on his spot, back leaned against the counter as his hands found the bold courage to settle on Taehyung's hips.

"I might cry, you bring me flowers, AND you washed your face?" Jungkook shakes his head with a smile, his hands squeezing taes sides as he takes a good look at the elders appearance. He looked too good to be true.

"You're gonna go out like this? I'll have to fend off horny girls every second, huh.."

it was a lighthearted joke, but a part of him did feel jealous of whoever got to see him like this that wasn't him. But, then again, it would be fun to show him off-- now that they don't have to hide their relationship.

Jungkook leaned in closer to smell Taehyung's face, humming in approval before giving his cheek a kiss, "I like it, you smell really nice....shall we go?"

Taehyung clasped his boyfriend’s smaller hand in his, guiding him towards the door, in a hurry to officially commence their date.

“Those horny girls aren’t you, Kook.” He nudged Jungkook’s shoulder with his, hurrying to open up the door to the passenger seat like a true gentleman, extending out his arm in an over-dramatic fashion.

It was safe to say, he cringed at his own actions, but Tae pushed them to the back burner as he started the car, lastly glancing at Jungkook’s direction before driving off towards the destination of their night.

~~~

“Here we are, heaven on earth!” The elder exclaimed once they stopped in front of the brightly lit arcade, his inner gamer oozing to the surface.

If there was one thing his boyfriend and him shared in common, it was their love for video games.

Taehyung deemed this a perfect spot! Also, he really wanted to get back at Kook for that time the latter beat him at a game— when they shared their first kiss.

Jungkook pressed his nose against the window, big doe eyes sparkling as they reflect the neon sign outside of the bright arcade, instantly recognizing the place.

A part of him felt the odd memory of being brought here by Ash trying to creep up on him, but he quickly stomped it to the back of his head--- one place simply can't be ruined because of one person.

He was here with Taehyung, and Kook loves this place.

And adores Taehyung.

Jungkook smiles so wide he swears his cheeks were hurting before throwing himself over at his boyfriend in a hug, and they haven't even gotten out of the car yet,

''I'm so excited!!!'' He withdraws, basically vibrating in his seat, ''I will beat you in every single game in there, and--- you will owe me a kiss.'' he pouts with a smile, a reference to their first video game battle, resulting in, as previously mentioned, their first kiss.

Taehyung shoves the car keys into his pockets, walking alongside his overexcited boyfriend before pushing on the door to the arcade.

They were greeted by busy chatter, booming noises coming from the different kinds of games, a kid bawling because he didn’t have enough tickets to buy a set of silly cards— Tae forgot how busy this place was.

Yet somehow, he felt as if they were the only ones.

The elder turned to look at Jungkook, smirking at his initial confusion.

“You will beat me in every single game, my ass.” Taehyung quoted, having overflowing confidence in his skills.

“Come on, let’s go get some tokens.”

Taehyung found himself subconsciously leaning into his boyfriend’s face, wanting to press a gentle kiss to the boy’s lips when a group of guys walked past them, causing Taehyung to pull back in a state of panic. He didn’t think he made it too obvious, but there were too many unfamiliar faces surrounding them.

For now, he’d stick to: ‘a light brush of their shoulders’.

Tae inserted someone else’s cash into the machine— his father’s.

He’d previously found it laying somewhere around the house, thinking the man wouldn’t notice since he didn’t seem to be sober most of the time.

It wasn’t that much anyways.. just enough to ensure Taehyung a good time.

He was going to replace it one day.. but for now, he was focused on spending a fun night with his boyfriend.

What Tae might've missed, was that Jungkook did notice the way Tae had leaned in for a kiss, but just as quickly had pulled back, and it was a lie if the younger said it wasn't a little... annoying?

But he shrugged it off, it was nothing. He didn't want to cause any unnecessary drama over nothing, tonight was all about having fun together.

As they finally made it to the first game that Jungkook had chosen, a zombie game with plastic toy guns, he handed one over to Taehyung with a shit eating grin,

''Whoever kills the most zombies gets to choose the next game.''

He knew his skills were unmatched on this game, the top high score blaring on the screen had been 'JK' for the longest time, ready to beat it this time around.

“Oh yeah?” Taehyung challenged with a quirk of his brow, aware he had some competition but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Soon that ‘JK’ would turn into a ‘KTH’, mark his words.

“Get ready to shoot some baskets, then.”

The elder winked, already knowing what game they were going to play next.

Tae got a feel of the plastic toy gun in his hands, inserting a token into the machine and stepping back in a put stance.

After the countdown had finished— brain-lusting zombies rushing towards them through the screen, Taehyung cheekily pinched at his boyfriend’s side.

His infectious laughter chimed in amusement, and Tae immediately took advantage of the short but valuable seconds that Jungkook spent scolding him.

“Fuck yeah! I’m ahead of you so far!” The elder victoriously announced, unaware of the glaring mother covering her kid’s ears from behind, silently cursing out ‘teenagers and their foul language.’

Maybe he could get a little way too intrigued in these games..

“Shit— there’s a lot of them.”

"Hey! Not.. fair!" Jungkook grinned, not actually upset as he tried is damned best to catch up-- his smile growing even further at the profanities leaving his boyfriend's mouth. It was definitely a good sign that he was finally loosening up, having fun without restricting himself. So, he'd rather take a happy taehyung with an angry mother lingering in the back than a quiet Taehyung any day.

As the game finally came to an end, Jungkook had claimed his victory as the ultimate zombie slayer, forever unbeatable-- even by Taehyung.

Well, at least in this game.

"Not even a headstart helped you," kook teased as he pointed the toy gun towards tae, poking him in the stomach, "but I'll let you pick the next game anyway, because--" he didn't finish his sentence, but merely gestured a small finger heart his way, a pouty smile to top it off.

“Whatever..” Much like a sore loser, the runner-up huffed in defeat.

Taehyung sat the toy gun back in its place, planning on sulking some more when his eyes landed on his boyfriend’s finger heart.

Naturally, his frown ceased to exist for a second longer.

“Don’t try to bribe me with your aegyo.. because you’re damn succeeding.”

Tae carefully studied their surroundings, gently pushing Jungkook’s gun away from his stomach before inclining towards the younger.

Taehyung wanted to kiss him, but there was something holding him back. He mirrored a bobble head, leaning in but backing out just as quick.

Taehyung really wanted to kiss him.

Suddenly, his set gaze fell on a photo-booth facing Kook’s back. And with a bold smile, his set gaze focused back on his boyfriend.

“Let’s take a couple pictures.”

He discreetly grabbed Jungkook by the hand, pulling the curtain of the booth aside and stepping in, making room for Kook in the tight space.

Almost instantly, the elder cupped the other boy’s face, making his lips jut out like a fish before breaking the small distance between them.

He was gentle, steadying his pace as he kissed his boyfriend, their noses brushing against one another.

Jungkook joyfully followed along, letting himself be guided into the small space of the photobooth. It was narrow, but-- not that he'd mind being pressed up against his boyfriend.

''What are yo--pff'' His cheeks were squished together by Taehyung, eyebrows drawn together in an attempt to look angry, but with his lips pouting like a fish, it looked nothing but adorable.

Kook relaxed in the elders hold when their lips met, his own hands reaching up to hold Tae's wrists, just letting them sit there until they withdrew from their kiss. He gently pulled Taehyung's hands away from his squished to free himself from the fate of looking like a total dork, before leaning in once more to kiss his boyfriend on the nose,

''You sure you wanted to take photos?'' he was ever the teaser, but if he didn't-- would he even be Jeon Jungkook?

''Let's take some, we can keep a few each...'' Jungkook smiled, scrambling in his pockets for leftover change. So far, Taehyung had paid for everything-- even if it was just for games, and this for some cheap photos, he just wasn't the type to let himself be too spoiled.

And he already was incredibly spoiled by Taehyung today.

Tae nodded his head, swinging an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull him closer.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He rolled his eyes, aware of his boyfriend’s teasing intentions. Outside or inside of the bedroom, the elder was used to it.

Once Kook inserted some loose change into the machine, Taehyung squinted his eyes, staring at the abundant amount of options for filters.

It was a bit overwhelming, but he settled for one with hearts.

Saying, “this is so cheesy, let’s do it,” to play it off as a joke, but even Tae knew he sucked at being sneaky.

Jungkook's toothy grin grew, Taehyung's attempt at sneakily picking a cheesy filter was too adorable. But he said nothing, because he too kind of wanted something cheesy-- he is weak for cuteness.

As the counter went down, they ended up with a variety of photos; from silly faces, to one where Kook pulls at Taehyung's cheeks to make him smile wider, earning a small eye roll from the elder. Even a somewhat normal one where they simply held each other close, both smiling at the camera.

But, Jungkook's favourite one would be the last one, where he nuzzled himself close to his boyfriend, cheeks pressed together. Kook's scrunchy smile was genuine, and he felt warm all over, this was definitely going to be one of his most unforgettable moments with the man.

And, luckily, it was all caught on picture.

Jungkook jumped as the photos printed out, tugging it out of the machine to inspect them.

‘'Cute! Look at youuu!''

Taehyung got a hold of the second copy, looking over it closely with a soft blush.

Ah, he felt mushy.

He was pictured smiling in all of them, but on the last shot was where he looked the most carefree.

The boy’s boxy grin was wide, peeking at his boyfriend from the corner of his eyes as their cheeks were practically squished together.

Tae was going to treasure this candid feeling, along with the other shots.

“You look cuter.” The elder sheepishly praised, folding the strip in half and putting it in the clear compartment of his wallet, making sure that last picture was the center of attention.

“Come on, let’s play some more games!”

As the night continued, Kook beat his ass at almost every game.

Taehyung wished he could have acted surprised but.. he admitted it. Jungkook was the better gamer. Of course, he didn’t say that out loud, but internally counts.

“Kook, let’s go eat. Then we can come back. I promise you’ll have more competition when I get some food in my system.”

Tae was starving, and the food they served at the arcade didn’t seem appetizing at all.

There was only one place with better food, and that was McDonald’s.

Jungkook beamed with pride at the fact that he was superior in most of the games, relishing in the fact that Taehyung didn't complain /too/ much about it. Maybe he was becoming a tad bit less of a sore loser, or he was just accepting the fact that Kook was the better gamer.

At the mention of food, Jungkook felt his stomach grumble in agreement, and he replied with a sharp nod, ''Please, I'm starving!''

He hadn't even thought of food until Taehyung brought it up, and together they headed towards the elders familiar car, Kook plopping down in the passenger seat that basically had his assprint permanently engrained on the seat by now, ''What should we eat?''

“You’ll see~” Taehyung turned to look at him with a knowing smirk, aware of where the closest and most meaningful McDonald’s was at.

Truth be told it wasn’t anything fancy, but.. that was them. They didn’t need to spend a lot of money to go to extravagant places.

Taehyung felt as if he’d be able to have a bash nonetheless, plus he’s been craving one of their strawberry milkshakes for a hot minute.

“Here we are..” The elder said once they’d pulled up to the place, parking in the same spot as before.

He glanced over at Jungkook, hoping he was just as thrilled as he was. Taehyung wasn’t excited about the food, per se. He was more so excited about reliving their memories..

Which now that he thought about it— it sounded stupid.

“This was where you asked me to be your boyfriend, so..” Tae shyly reminded, scratching at his nape.

“If you don’t like it, we can go somewhere else? I know there’s a more ‘first date’ appropriate place down the road.”

Jungkook sat silent for a long moment when he realized where they were, and the meaning of this place. Truthfully, he hadn't been here since that night-- and sitting in this exact same spot, with the same boy-- but how different things were back then. Fuck, it wasnt even that long ago, but it felt like it!

He promised himself not to be a crybaby today, but after hearing Taehyung say 'this was where you asked me to be your boyfriend'', Kook just couldn't control the wave of emotions that hurled over him, his eyes glazed over with a layer of tears. He smiled, though, tightly biting down on his lower lip to prevent it from trembling.

Flowers, Taehyung washed his face and got pretty for him, games, and now this-- even as it was such a small thing, Taehyung remembered all those small things. It made the younger feel so lucky.

''I don't like it....''' Jungkook whispered, not daring to speak too loud in case his voice would break and embarrass him, ''I love it.''

'I love you' Jungkook whispered in his mind, hoping the words could telepathically transfer to Taehyung.

Tae knew he offered his boyfriend someplace else to go, but hearing Kook admit he didn’t like it stung more than he would’ve thought.

“Oh.. well—“ His eyes widened when Jungkook added on to his words, letting out a breath of relief he didn’t know he’d been keeping in.

“Yah.. don’t do that.” The elder whined, playfully hitting him on his shoulder.

“You’re so emotional, baby.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, leaning in to press a soft kiss on each one of Jungkook’s eyelids, face cradled in his warm hands.

With a small smile, Taehyung rested his forehead against the younger’s.

“I’m glad you love it,” he whispered ever so gently, thumbs caressing along the cheekbones of his boyfriend’s face.

They stayed in that position for a few seconds, Tae wanting to make sure Jungkook didn’t cry.

Ruining the sweet moment, the elder’s stomach growled.

“I’ll cuddle you as much as you want later, but.. now I’m kinda hungry.”

He giggled, withdrawing his hold on Kook’s face.

“C’mon, let’s eat! I want a burger.”

''I could eat two, seriously...'' Jungkook added, his entire soul vibrating with the affection he felt for his boyfriend. Who kisses the tears away before they even come? Taehyung did.

''Can I have... one of those chocolate milkshakes...'' Jungkook asked coyly, his doe eyes finally coming to good use to maybe get something he really, really wanted. Just this once.

“You can have whatever you want, Kook.” The elder assured, not needing to look into Jungkook’s puppy eyes to give his boyfriend what he wanted. Just the sound of his voice was enough, but of course.. his doe eyes only added to his charm. “I’m treating you tonight.”

Once they ordered what their stomachs were craving for, Taehyung waited for their food whilst staring out of the window.

The sky was unbelievably gorgeous tonight, and Tae found it fitting if they gazed at the cluster of stars.

It was as if the whole universe was on their side, making sure this night compared to the first.

“Thanks.” Tae stuffed the wallet in his back pocket, thanking the worker behind the counter and grabbing both of the bags that contained their food, balancing the two milkshakes in his other hand.

With a low groan, Taehyung freely situated himself in his usual seat, closing the door before handing Jungkook his drink, already sipping on his own.

“Fuck, they make the /best/ strawberry milkshakes.” He hummed in content, digging in his bag for his cheeseburger.

“How’s your high-class dinner?”

Taehyung joked, chuckling through a mouthful.

Jungkook was already a mouthful into his burger as well, an enthusiastic nod serving as a reply as he smiled, cheeks puffed up with his dinner. He swallowed it down with his chocolate milkshake-- odd taste combination to most, but kook was also quite the oddball.

"Nothing beats a greasy burger and a milkshake, honestly-- it's the best." He groaned before taking another bite, his Burger long gone within the next minute, sucking his fingertips clean from the sauce.

The younger glances over at Taehyung's milkshake, leaning in with his mouth open,"Can I taste it?"

“Hm.” Tae guides the straw to Jungkook’s lips, popping a handful of salty fries into his mouth.

“Good, right.” The elder asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

He absolutely loved anything with strawberries— always had.

Taehyung went in for another drink of his milkshake, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head from how tasty it was.

Maybe he was biased, but this was the best shake in the world.

With a hearty sigh, Tae comfortably leaned back in his seat, staring out of the window to a sea of bright stars.

“I’m having fun.. with you.” The boy turned his head towards his boyfriend, reaching over to squeeze the younger’s thigh.

“Are you having fun..? With me?”

Jungkook hummed in agreement, the strawberry milkshake was indeed amazing. However, he knew that was Taehyung's favourite, and Kook always preferred chocolate. But, the more he learned about his boyfriend, the better. it was cute, and now there was no chance of them ever fighting over who gets what milkshake. Just the thought made the younger smile a bit.

The sigh pushing through Taehyung's lips drew the younger's attention towards him, eyes fluttering at the sensation of Tae's large fingers pressing against his thigh. Kook leaned back further in his seat as well, head resting against the seat as his doe eyes admired the view that was his boyfriend,

''I'm having a lot of fun..'' A soft sigh of contentment left him, ''I love being with you.''

That was one way to get the word out, one way or the other. He swore he was going to explode if he didn't say it more often... And he wondered if Taehyung would ever say it back.

Taehyung couldn’t not smile at that.

“You’re not that terrible to be around with, either..” He said through a beaming grin, leaning over from his seat to place a chaste kiss on the other’s lips.

Tae popped in another fry into his mouth, offering the last few to his boyfriend before subconsciously wiping his greasy fingertips on the fabric of his jeans.

God, he so wasn’t used to this. At least it was black.

“You ready to go back? I’m ready to redeem myself.” He winked, challenging Jungkook to another game-duel.

Secretly, Taehyung didn’t really mind if he won or not— even he found that surprising.

What mattered was that they received tickets nonetheless, and the elder was saving them up to get Kook whatever he wanted from the gift shop.

It was childish, but he wanted Jungkook to remember this night.

Jungkook internally sighed a bit at the 'not terrible to be around', but he didn't say anything about it. It was Tae, he did his best-- and this entire night spoke louder than any words.. even if he really, really wished for them.

Shrugging his negative thoughts off, he pats his stomach with a growing smile, this one mischievous, "You bet I am." He turns to his boyfriend, reaching out to swipe his thumb across Taehyung's lower lip that had a little stain from the milkshake, "I'm excited to see you try."

He spoke about the games, but he was sure that his words had an underlying meaning to them.

“Oh, I’ll try.” Taehyung took one last sip of his milkshake, staining his lips yet again and setting it down in the cup holder.

“And I’ll succeed.”

He reached for his seatbelt, buckling himself in before leaving the McDonald’s parking lot, on his way to make new memories.

“Do you see something you like?” The elder asked Kook after they’d played for a longer while, a bit down that he remained the runner-up; but happy nonetheless.

He leaned over the glass counter, holding tightly onto the receipt with the number of tickets, unaware of the teenage girl’s lustful eyes.

The number was in the thousands, and Taehyung felt confident he would be able to get his boyfriend whatever he wanted.

Jungkooks eyes roamed the prizes hanging around, his expression that of a child asked to choose between their favorite toys. Eventually, his attention kept falling back on a large polar bear plushie,

"I want that one." Kook gestured with his chin towards the plushies direction, a slight blush on his cheeks. He really wanted it.

Taehyung’s eyes followed his boyfriend’s set gaze, a faint smile on his face when he saw the large, fluffy plushie. It was nearly as big as Jungkook, but Tae thought the bigger; the better.

“Then I’ll get it for you.”

The elder said without a doubt, waving at the girl behind the counter, trying to get her attention.

“Y-yes?” She walked up to him with a stutter, a hue of pink flushing along her cheeks.

The unfamiliar woman tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, flirtatiously batting her long eyelashes at Taehyung.

Meanwhile, he paid no mind to her obvious attempts at flirting, feeling uncomfortable with his /boyfriend/ right next to him.

Tae cleared his throat, pointing at the polar bear plushie that was hung up on the wall, “how much is that?”

As if she had the amount engraved in her brain, the girl answered Taehyung without any hesitation.

“2,000 tickets~”

Taehyung glanced down at the amount on paper.

‘1,876’.

Fuck.

“Shit, okay give me a sec.” The elder pulled out his wallet, rummaging around for some extra cash but was disappointed to find out all got spent.

He didn’t have any additional tokens, either.

With his brows furrowed, he tried to think of a way they could leave the arcade with that stuffed animal, and with a smile on Jungkook’s face.

Perhaps that was the most important..

He wasn’t planning on giving up.

“Hey..” Taehyung leaned further on the counter, biting down on his lips. He chuckled, not believing that this what was he settled for.

Kook would understand, this meant nothing. It was just.. simple flirting!

“You’re very pretty, you know that?” His voice was exceptionally deep, and the sound itself was enough to increase the intensity of her blush, the tip of her ears a shade of red.

“Thank you..” The woman giggled, twirling a strand of her hair in between her fingers.

“What does a beautiful girl like you want from me? We’re only a few tickets short, but I really want that plushie.”

She smiled at his sweet words, seeming to think about it for a while.

After the girl made up her mind, she stared intensely into Tae’s eyes, a hint of mischievousness swirling within them.

“Uhm.. you can give me your number?” Her fingers brushed along the elder’s, who did nothing to stop her.

Jungkook was about to open his mouth to tell his boyfriend that it was okay, it was fine, they didn't need the plushie. They could easily save it for next time. But, as his lips fell apart, they just as quickly slammed shut when Taehyung leaned forward to flirt with the girl. The obvious tone in his boyfriend's voice, the deep, irresistible rumble that Jungkook loves to hear... If it was directed towards him. Now, it was complimenting a stranger, who was extremely responsive to the flirting.

What the fuck are you doing, Tae?

That's what Kook wanted to say, but he froze, he couldn't believe what he was witnessing literally in front of him. He stared at them, folding his arms over his chest as a defense mechanism, to feel somewhat grounded as he watched this shit continue, eyes piercing at the way the girl was touching his hand.

Pull away.

He didn't.

Jungkook felt his bad temper flare up, his jaw flexing and unflexing furiously underneath his skin.

The younger had told himself all day to enjoy the moment, to never try to find a reason to be upset with his boyfriend for small things. But this didn't count as small to Kook. No fucking teddybear was worth this.

Taehyung— who was oblivious to Jungkook’s sudden drop in mood— continued to shamelessly flirt with the unfamiliar woman, smirking at her harmless proposition.

“You want my number?” He licked over his lips, a sign that he’d given in.

It wasn’t like he was going to answer.. it was all part of an act.

“Yeah, I really want your number~” She giggled, teasingly mocking Tae’s silly longing for the stuffed animal.

The woman made sure she leaned in close enough, her cleavage peeking from under Taehyung’s traveling eyes.

Still holding eye-contact with the latter, she unclipped the pen that was provocatively hanging on the low collar of her shirt, bottom lip clasped in between her teeth as she slid the pen across the shiny counter.

“Write it down on my palm?”

Tae was a bit taken aback by her request, but he complied nonetheless.

Once again, it was an act.

With a cheeky smile, his slender fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her arm closer to him.

“You’re a very daring girl.” He raised a brow, scribbling down a series of numbers on her soft skin.

Taehyung added a, ‘don’t be shy to call me ;)’ as a cherry on top.

She was visibly affected by his message, and after some time, the wanted plushie was in the elder’s hands.

Fucking finally.

“Expect my call..” The girl said, giving him a wink before turning around to help the next customers.

“Yeah.. not gonna happen.” Tae mumbled under his breath, but still winked back at her.

He nudged at his boyfriend’s shoulder, extending the stuffed animal out to him.

“Here you go,” the boy wore the brightest smile, happy that the night ended like he planned.

“Shit.. that is huge.”

Jungkook's piercing glare fell on the teddy bear for a mere second, the sight of it became nothing more than an association of how Taehyung had gotten it. He hated it now.

''I don't want it anymore.'' He hissed out his words, arms still tightly crossed over his chest as he headed towards the exit, not sparing the elder a glance.

As he went outside, heavy steps towards the car before he halted by the door of it, eyes staring at the vehicle. He really wished that his temper wasn't this bad, but it was. He was boiling at this point, his heartbeat so rough in his chest that it almost hurt as he was constantly replaying the scene that went on inside.

He didn't care if it was an act, or if it was truthful, he himself would never do such a thing-- because it's straight up rude, and incredibly hurtful.

Why did he ever think Taehyung would stop doing this?

First Mila, now this stranger. Jungkook's mind swirled, his breath speeding up with every thought, his anxiety mixing into the fury.

He just wanted to go home.

The beaming smile on Taehyung’s face quickly morphed into a deep-rooted frown, lowering his arms in defeat.

The stuffed animal hung sadly at his side, first-handedly experiencing the boy’s deadly grasp as he charged after Jungkook.

“Kook!” He called out, sighing out loud when it was clear that it was no use. His boyfriend was pissed.

“Jungkook, come on..” Taehyung walked around to the passenger side, reaching for the boy’s smaller hand.

“I didn’t mean any of it— uhm..”

He silently cursed himself out for his lazy excuse, remembering the words Jungkook spat at him the last time they fought.

“It was just harmless flirting. I just wanted to get you the stuffed animal you wanted,” Tae reasoned, the night’s gloom making it difficult for him to make out the expression on the younger’s face.

Taehyung anxiously ruffled at his hair, momentarily setting the big plushie on the ground.

“Look at me..” His bigger hands clasped around Kook’s waist, not thinking it was a big deal.

Jungkook's body felt like it weighed a ton at this point, his muscles tensed up and refusing to melt into Taehyung's grasp, arms still tightly holding himself.

''You didn't mean it...'' Kook repeated with a low mumble, rolling the tongue on the inside of his cheek once, twice, three times before he finally looked up at his boyfriend, the younger glare nothing but pissed.

''Do you know how fucking dumb I felt watching that? She was practically eyefucking you, touching you, and you did nothing but indulge in it. For a fucking teddy bear.'' Kook's eyebrows were drawn together, his teeth gritting together at the fresh memory, ''How is it so easy for you to.... do that to a stranger, around all these people, but you can't even...'' he interrupted himself with a sigh, again letting his eyes move away to stare at the street, the temptation of just walking home growing. He was growing sick of feeling like he had to constantly explain to Taehyung that he feels like their relationship isn't taken seriously.

“Yeah, a fucking teddy bear that you wanted, Jungkook!”

Taehyung felt himself begin to grow impatient, hands no longer attached to the other’s waist, now holding onto nothing with whitened knuckles.

He had to remind himself to take it easy..

It was his fault for trying to do something nice. At least that’s how it seemed.

“I’m fucking sorry, okay? I know that shit means nothing to you, but I am.”

Jungkook was so.. emotional, for the lack of a better word.

Why couldn’t the younger look at the good side of things?

“Sorry for flirting with her. It wasn’t like I was gonna act up on it, I thought you’d know that.”

Taehyung’s nostrils flared, the cool breeze brushing the fringe away from his eyes.

“Fuck me for trying to be nice, right?” He scoffed, his temper just as thin as Jungkook’s.

The elder grabbed the stuffed animal from the ground, opening the door to the backseats before carelessly throwing it in.

“I just..” A sigh, “let’s go.”

Just like Jungkook's mood, the sky darkened even further, clouds covering the stars-- and slowly, rain started to trickle down.

His eyes follow Taehyung, letting his hands instead fall to bury them in his pockets.

''How fucking dumb--You don't get it, do you!?'' Kook tried so hard to calm down, but he knew he was already fighting a losing battle with his own emotions at this point, ''What if I started eyefucking some girl right under your nose, huh? Because I wanted something from her? Would you feel good about that?'' Jungkook scoffed, looking up at the sky, taking note that the stars were gone. And instead, replaced by the rain that started to pour down, covering the tears that were threatening to build up in Kook's eyes,

He'd let so many things slide past him regarding Taehyung, all because of his love for him.

Love.

Jungkook screwed his eyes shut, still refusing to get into the car, ''Taehyung, do you even love me?'' He kept his eyes shut, not daring to see Tae's reaction, He meekly whispered out his next words, barely audible for anybody but himself, ''Just tell me you love me, and I'll go with you.''

It shouldn't be that hard, right? Taehyung loves him, right?

“What? I wasn’t eyefucking—“ Taehyung flinched upon feeling a droplet of fresh rain fall on his skin, looking up at the sky whilst one hand shielded his eyes.

Where had all the stars gone..?

A soft scoff slipped past his lips. Maybe the universe was really on their side.

“Whatever,” Taehyung spat, wanting to part ways with Jungkook sooner than later.

Shit, the younger really knew how to push his buttons at times..

He walked around the car, roughly yanking on the door to the driver’s seat.

“Let’s go, it’s raining.” The boy deadpanned, about to shield himself from the never-ending droplets when Jungkook’s abrupt question caused him to freeze in his spot.

With the rain pouring down on them harder than ever, Taehyung didn’t move a muscle, continuing to stare at Kook as if he’d seen a ghost.

“What?” He questioned back, at a loss for any other word.

However, the elder stood his ground.

His jaw tightened, chest heaving with every breath he inhaled.

“I’m not ready to tell you that,”

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, flinching at the heavy rain that covered up the fact that his tears were finally forcing themselves down his cheeks.

A long sigh followed, muffled by the sound of the rain smattering against the pavement.

Would Taehyung ever be ready?

How long would he need? A month? A year? Never?

Jungkooks chest trembled with his next breath, eyes falling back to Tae. Maybe that was it. He'd never hear it. At least that's what the younger believed.

"You won't ever have to then."

Jungkook was tired. So tired of always wearing his heart on his sleeve for this man, and with everything they've been through-- the elder still didn't love him.

Then what was the point?

"What's the point?" Jungkook voiced out his thoughts, already feeling his feet move on their own to head towards the sidewalk, "I'm over it! I'm over this." He wasn't.

‘You won’t ever have to then.’

Those words struck Taehyung like lightning, hazy mind automatically thinking of the worst.

Was.. was Jungkook on the verge of ending things? No, that couldn’t be.

By now his clothing was damp from the heavy rain, but the itching thoughts completely overruled the elder’s senses.

“A-are you brea—“ Another heavy slap from Kook’s words.

Taehyung didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to say to make this— whatever the hell it was between them work.

They’d been going back and forth recently.. it worried him, as it fed Jungkook even more valid excuses to end their confusing relationship.

Harshly shutting the door, Taehyung followed after his distressed boyfriend.

He grabbed him by the shoulder, swiftly turning Kook around to face him.

“What— are you fucking ending things?! What the hell does, ‘I’m over this’ mean? Jungkook, I thought you would be more patient with me!” The elder yelled over the loud sprinkling, practically shaking with every word he threw out into the night. “We’ve only been going out for— I don’t fucking know, not long at all! Why are you so desperate for me to tell you that I love you? Aren’t my actions enough?!”

Jungkook's eyes widened as he was suddenly turned to face Taehyung again, and the distress and temper between the two of them did nothing to help with their situation.

No, kook didn't want things to end. He just needed to get the fuck home for the night. This was too much.

This entire evening was great until Tae flirted with that girl-- that's what he needed space from. Before his temper got the best of him.

"So you want me to judge this by your actions?!" Kook yells back, the attempt at calming down down the drain as his anger flares right back up at the sound of Tae yelling. He takes a step closer, pushing his finger into the elders chest-- a deja vu from their last fight,

"Your actions are either hot and cold, I cant fucking tell! Do you not want me to love you?! Am I that much of an idiot for wanting that? You tell me..." he hisses, "That I'm not patient with you?" He digs his finger deeper into Taes chest before withdrawing, placing his arms around himself to shield from the cold. The familiar ritual of his tongue prodding his cheek comes back, annoyed by everything right now. "I'm too tired for this."

“I never said I didn’t want you to love me,” Taehyung breathed out, voice monotone— no longer passionate compared to a few seconds ago.

Maybe he’s finally gotten it through his thick skull. He was one hell of a disappointment.

“Would you stop putting fucking words in my mouth?” Tae tiredly mumbled, growing weaker the longer they spent fighting.

Truth be told, Tae didn’t want to have to deal with this for the night.

What happens after he sleeps it off? He doesn’t know.

For now, Taehyung just hoped the damage wasn’t permanent.

“Are you walking? Jungkook, just get in the goddamn car..” He pinched at the bridge of his nose, frustrated but worried. It was dark out, not to mention pouring— there was no way he’d let his boyfriend walk home on his own.

Jungkook frowned, about to protest to say he's simply gonna walk home when he was abruptly interrupted by a bright lightning striking in the air, the following rumble that Jungkook absolutely hates causing him to physically shrink in on himself.

Maybe he would take that ride home anyway.

He didn't say anything, but started to walk back towards the car, his feet squishing in his wet sneakers as he did so.

Fucking thunder... it made him want to curl up in Taehyungs arms.

He opened the door as soon as he was able to, slouching in the seat as he slammed the door shut, finally feeling even a tad bit warmer-- and safer from the thunder.

Taehyung watched Jungkook stomp back to the safety of his car, partly glad— partly defeated. Mostly glad. He would’ve never allowed his boyfriend to walk alone at this time of day, no matter how rocky things were between them. To say he didn’t need to use any force on a stubborn Kook was a blessing.

With one last sigh from his lips, Tae walked around to the driver’s side, situating himself in his usual spot without a sound.

Nothing else came to mind. Hell, if he even so opened his mouth, Jungkook would probably go off on him for it. The younger was so sensitive at times, he reminded Taehyung of the girls he’s been with when they were on their period..

Not sparing him another glance, Tae started the car, mindlessly staring at the way the windshield wipers moved while he indulged himself in complete silence.

He didn’t know what he could do to fix this. Also, what the fuck was he going to do with the big ass stuffed animal in the back of his car? Thinking about his troubles only worsened the situation, so Taehyung opted for inhaling a deep breath, and driving away.

Once he stopped at Jungkook’s apartment building, Tae kept his sharp gaze glued ahead of him.

His jaw locked in place, hands not once budging from the steering wheel.

The elder simply sat there in uncomfortable silence, waiting for his boyfriend to get out of the car.

He needed time to himself— time to think, and Jungkook’s presence was too loud.

The drive was just as uncomfortable for Jungkook, who sat with his entire body turned away from the elder, eyes as fixated on the outside as possible. The rain was really heavy, and he was quietly grateful that he didn't walk home. He definitely would've been sick.

As soon as the car stops by his place, Jungkook's muscle memory wants him to lean in for a kiss-- but he stopped himself less than halfway there, and clicks the door open. He steps out without a word, closing the door with a slam before he walks towards his door with unmotivated steps.

He didn't look back a single time before he headed inside of the apartment complex, clothes soaked and eyes puffy from the tears of frustration no longer hiding beneath a veil of rain.

He needed somebody-- and that somebody was, of course, Jisoo.

Kook took a deep breath, he hoped she wouldn't mind him coming by this late... he mused out his anxieties, but gently tapped his knuckles against the door either way.

~~~

Jisoo gave herself a pat on the shoulder when she sat Yuna down in her crib; the little one’s eyes were fluttered shut, and her small mouth hung agape as she drifted off to dreamland.

The minutes upon minutes of mindlessly pacing around the apartment, rubbing her daughter’s back in an effort to stop her from crying her little lungs out had finally paid off. Jisoo desperately needed some shut-eye of her own.

“I love you, night~” The woman tiredly smiled down at the small baby, gently brushing the girl’s raven hair away from her peaceful face to press one last, soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead.

After quietly closing the door behind her, a loud yawn made itself known.

Jisoo rubbed at her eyes, trying to stay awake as she sluggishly dragged her feet into the dimmed kitchen, running the tap water (eyelids threatening to fall whilst she waited for it to cool) before thirstily tilting the glass up to her dry lips.

She left the cup in the sink, claiming it as tomorrow’s issue when her fingers ran through her shoulder-length hair, about to drowsily plop down on her bed when a series of knocks stopped her from doing so.

With furrowed eyes, Jisoo tiptoed to peek through the peephole.

Jungkook..? What was he doing here?

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Happy Thoughts || Mike x Powered!Reader

Requested: "hi, can you do an imagine where Mike gets hurt (because of Billy in season three) and Eleven gets taken by Billy and max is unconscious and the reader wakes up and rushed to Mike's side and heals him with her powers and he wakes up and they're relieved to see each other but they need to save eleven? i know this is a lot to ask but i hope you can do it 🥺"

A/n: Jesus christ, this took a long time to finish, I am truly sorry about that but sometimes it's just hard my dude. It's here now and I hope you enjoy it! Also yes, I borrowed from Finding Nemo, please don't come for me.

Warnings: mentions of blood, and this ain't really a warning but I sprinkled in some Elmax cause I think that shit is cute

Pain was the first thing you felt as you came to. A blinding, throbbing ache deep inside your skull from where you were struck. You try to remember where you are, get some sort of semblance of where you were. The ground was hard and chilled and you could swear you heard buzzing from some faulty bulb somewhere. That's when it all starts coming back to you. Starcourt Mall, running from the mind flayer, and Billy. Everything.

You forced your eyes to open, even if it brought more unwanted pain in your head. Sure enough, the lights were still flickering, but they slowly started to even out. With a grunt, you managed to pull yourself up, your sweaty skin sticking to the vinyl tiles. It takes a moment for you to blink away the blurriness in your vision, but when everything clears, you realize all too late just how bad everything is.

Mike, he's across the room out cold. And bleeding. Your stomach flips, heart plummeting, and hoping it's not as bad as it seems.

"Damn it," you groan, shuffling across the floor as fast and painlessly as you can to get to him. "Mike? Mike! Wake up!"

Your hands meet his paled face and as gently as you can you turn his head, only to find his hair sticking to the corner of his forehead and you wince. You realize now why your palms have grown sticky and you feel your stomach flip.

"Shit,"

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for what you had to do. Your eyes flutter closed, and soon your mind was filled with warm memories. It was a bit easier this time around considering the environment. Sure it wasn't ideal, but it beat having whatever crazy new threat you and friends might have in the room with you. But again, healing someone was always stressful regardless, especially if it was someone important to you.

Which is exactly why you had to focus, and quick. He was losing a lot of blood, he must have put up quite a fight considering the damage.

Another quick and deep breath left your lungs and your hand came to center directly over his wound. Almost like a Rolodex, your best memories dance across your mind and you gladly accept the warmth it brings you.

Most of them, you've been noticing, involve Mike. Mostly little moments, but bring you great happiness and already you can feel a warmth spreading from your chest to your palms.

Racing with your friends last summer. Will had brought up the fact that, technically, Dustin still owed him a comic book. And that quickly snowballed into another race for more comic books that everyone took part in. In the end, it all came down to you and Mike.

"On my mark," Dustin declares.

One foot on the pedal, ready to take off in a moment's notice, you glanced to your left to see Mike doing the same.

Feeling a rush of confidence, you quirked a brow. "You hungry, Wheeler?"

"What?" Mike did a double-take, obviously confused though he was quick to dismiss it. "Hungry?"

"Get set,"

"Yeah," You repeated with a sly smile. "Cause you're about to eat my dirt,"

His face scrunched up once more, his mouth falling into a small 'o' as he tried to form a response.

"Go!"

A bright chuckle left your lungs and your legs had kicked into gear. The last thing you saw before you sped off was the precious look on his face. It was a delightful mix of offense and shock that quickly turned into a smile. You heard the sounds of his bike chains approaching followed by a low rumble in his chest as he let a hearty laugh.

"Hey! Get back here, L/n!"

You could feel the familiar tingle on your palms that felt as if your nerves were dancing. It was working.

Your mind jumps to another memory. One you could not believe you hadn't thought of earlier that had taken place only weeks before everything had gone south.

"You awake?"

You wade against the tides of sleep, trying your best to keep your eyelids open. The last remaining rays of dusk streaming through the high windows had faded out long ago, bathing Mike's basement in darkness. The only remaining source of light came from the small television across the room that you and your friends had camped out in front of. From your heavy cocoon of blankets on the couch, you lazily rolled your head to the side to look at Mike.

He was buried under a plethora of knitted blankets as well, and he was looking at you softly.

You nodded groggily and blinked heavily before putting on a weak smile. "Barely,"

Mike responses with a yawn, nodding his head briefly before picking it up and readjusting it on the couch so he was looking at you properly. The ends of his slip rise into a small smile at his unintended timing. The two of you share a smile.

Your head rolls around once more, but only so you can get a look at your friends around you. Long ago, El had passed out beside you, and she now lay unconscious on your lap. Her arm was draped in front of her, and on top of Max's shoulder. As for Max, her head was beginning to slip and now rested against El's hand. You had to strain a bit to see Will who was on the floor next to Max, cuddled up in his a blanket of his own using Lucas's legs as a pillow. Dustin had nested on top of the couch and against the wall, but you didn't need to look at him to know he was passed out as well given how much he was snoring.

You looked back at Mike once more, and two of you share a look of amusement at your friends. Particularly Lucas, who is fast asleep directly in between you two, his body as slid down the couch to a point you fear he might fall off.

"Y/n?" Mike whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I'm," he pauses, and you can almost see him casting away any nervous hesitation. "I'm glad you suggested this,"

You nodded in agreement, your chest growing warm as his eyes remained on yours.

"and, I'm glad you're here."

The warmth in your chest grew into a kindled fire, your heart thumping with every flicker while your stomach became occupied with butterflies. You smiled back at him, and you could feel the sleep pulling at you grow a little weaker.

"Me too," you mumbled, keeping your gaze locked on to his. "This is nice,"

His smile grew into a grin, and for one brief second you feared you had mistaken as a trick of the light, you thought you saw his eyes flicker to your lips. Your smile simmered away at your growing nerves, but you couldn't deny the exciting feeling of it all. You wondered how long you could go before your heart inevitably burst, but your question was answered just as soon as it was asked with a sudden and loud noise pierced the air.

Lucas' sleeping form came to life in a matter of seconds as his sudden burst of snores rocketed his head backwards into the couch nearly hitting your noses. The two of you freeze, not realizing until this moment that you had been inching forward, and watch as Lucas wakes briefly. His eyes flicker open before he rubs them sleepily and promptly passes back out against the couch.

Once you two are sure he is asleep, your eyes meet with Mike's, and all previous nerves are buried in your uncontrollable hushed laughter. The two of you snicker, though you try to silence it by burying your mouth into the edge of your blankets while Mike throws his head back at the ceiling and his hand clutched over his mouth, shoulders shaking.

Your laughs are mostly noiseless and ended up lasting long into the night before the two you promptly fell asleep against each other over Lucas.

Your mind flickers to countless other memories but in the back of your mind, you can't seem to shake the image of Mike and you on his couch that night. Not just the unspoken thing between you two but also the undying fits of laughter thereafter. Together overall, what you felt in these moments with Mike, and even now as you held his face in your palms you felt general warmth when he was around.

You take another deep breath and all this warmth and spreads from your heart to your palms and paints his forehead. You're eyes flutter open, and you try your best to fight the lightheadedness beginning to fog your brain and the heaviness of your limbs. You grimace as you remember where you are, but you do not dwell on this for long. Instead, your eyes fall to the boy on the floor.

His head is still painted his blood but the gash has faded to nothing but a thin white line. You hear a breath of relief escape your lungs and shakily you gently brush the hair from his eyes.

"Mike?" You croak. "Mike, come on,"

You fear you are too late, and in your rising panic you pick his head up once more and look for any more gashes you might have missed when suddenly you notice his eyes begin to flutter. A groan leaves his lips and he peels his eyes open, wincing at the harsh light.

"Y/n?"

"Mike!" You laugh in overwhelming relief and you smile down at him. "You scared the shit out of me, I thought- I thought..."

Your eyes begin to water and his began to adjust to the light. He looked around at the room.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he tried moving his head, and hesitantly you released your gentle hold on his face. "W-what happened?"

You sniffled and stuck your hand out for him to take and helped him to sit up. You shook your head.

"Billy found us," you shook your head in disbelief and fear, and helped him to his feet, a confused frown molding onto your face. "I don't remember much after that,"

You looked around the room and your stomach flipped when you noticed it had begun to spin. You shuffled on your feet aa your balance begins to weaken and that's when you feel a gentle hand on your back. You looked back at Mike to find him watching you worriedly. His eyes fall to your upper lip, this time in worry and seeing the blood dripping from your nose he realizes what the problem is.

The expression on his face changes subtly many times as if he didn't know what to say first. He settles into a look of genuine concern and it's then you realize his hand has yet to leave your back.

"Are you okay?" He asks finally.

You nod, and your nose involuntary twitches as you feel the blood continue to trickle down your lip, tickling your nerves. You wipe away the blood and plaster on a weak smile.

"Yeah, thanks. Just takes a lot out of me sometimes,"

"Thanks," he mumbles.

You nod once more, and you look around the room, finally addressing the dread that had been plaguing you since you woke. You gasp suddenly when you see another pair of pale legs, painted with scrapes and brushes peeking around the corner from the hallway.

You ran forward, pushing past your wobbling knees and dropped to the floor beside Max. Mike was quick to follow, his expression of worry matched yours completely when he saw her and you felt a surge of guilt for not spotting her earlier in your frightful state over Mike. Though this evaporates for the most part when you realize she does not seem to have any critical injuries like Mike had.

Grabbing her shoulders you begin to shake her gently. Mike leans over your shoulder and lays a hand on her arm and begins to shake her awake as well.

"Max?" He calls.

She does not respond, only shifts around as you two try to shake her from sleep. You look fearfully into Mike's eyes before looking around the room trying to collect yourself and stifle any climbing panic. That's when another heavy weight falls on your shoulders when you realize you three are the only ones in sight.

"Mike? Where's El?"

His eyes widen, and he looks around for a brief second and you know he is experiencing the same fear as you croak when it dawns on you.

"Billy,"

You take a deep breath, your hands beginning to sweat and it mixes with the remanents of Mike's blood that still stains your hands. You turn frantically back to Max, now even more desperate to wake her, something you hadn't previously thought possible. You shake her once more, your voice rising in panic.

"Max? Max come on, please wake up! Max, we need-"

She groans, brow furrowing and seeming to experience what both you and Mike had just experienced. She squinted against the harsh light and you felt a completely different kind of pit form in your stomach knowing what you had to tell her.

"Max, we need to leave-" your voice grew hoarse as you continued. "Billy, he... Billy took her. El, she's gone, we need to go help her,"

Her eyes shoot open before blinking rapidly, still not fully adjusted to the light. Nevertheless, her actions are already more urgent and she struggles to sit up. Her face flushed with worry.

"What?"

"Come on," Mike says, and the two of you offer your hands to her. "Let's go get her back."

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