#they looking out for eo using water

[one16core]

just sunoo, ltrly just Smiling sunoo (kneels)

classmate au | kim sunoo

❝ no one is allowed to borrow my art materials except for (name) ❞

heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | SUNOO | jungwon | ni-ki

kim sunoo

sweet, sunshine, best friend kim sunoo

it was kind of SO obvious he wanted to be friends

like he wants to be close to you soooo bad and maybe it’s bc he saw u playfully bullying riki

it was love at first sight and an instant best friendship the moment you finally met

your seats were assigned so u were sat next to each other

THANK GOD U WERE

you two are basically inseparable now

sunoo strikes me as the type to just walk into the classroom and walk straight towards where you’re seated

at school events, he’d leave his backpack on the seat next to him to reserve you a seat

then he’d go “(name)!” while waving from his seat it’s actually kind of embarrassing

there is never anxiety of being seated next to a stranger bc sunoo has your back

he’d grab an extra mini fan from his bag to give to U bc these school events r always so scorching hot

sunoo does that “leaning against your locker while you get things” thing

he is so unaware of how HANDSOME he looks

oh and btw if you don’t attend class, he probably won’t in solidarity

in the chances that he does attend class, he usually sends you photos of his notes and everything you need to know

he’d be like i’m soooooo bored 2 minutes into the class without you like it hasn’t even STARTED

just prepare for his spam messages

after class, you’d buy street food and just gossip over it

you’d stare at what he bought and he’d roll his eyes before pushing the stick towards you so you can bite off it

YES feeding each other … normal best friend things

anyways moving on

another thing in my vision is that he’s the provider of art materials

the teacher suddenly lets you make a poster????

you know you’re secured bc sunoo is ur bff and will let only YOU borrow his supplies

“sunoo, let me borrow your colored markers”

“ok, which colors do you want” ☺️☺️☺️☺️

flat out will say no to everyone else tho

he’s kind of intimidating honestly despite having the sweetest smile

LIKE he’s friends with everyone but not friends friends

do you guys get what i mean

he is just a completely different person with you bc he trusts u the most and he just becomes CRAZY

like yall let him keep his crazy too much .. thank god you’re there for him to unleash it to

he’s one of the people who plays volleyball with riki and friends

but he’s absolutely horrible please save him

altho … why does he look so handsome playing even tho he can’t receive the ball? 🤨

he’d just laugh and crumble in embarrassment and you’d be the number one person cheering for him

(update after ella’s rb,, full credits to her) u would def put the blame on his teammates

“RIKI DO BETTER” even if it was 100% sunoo’s fault like so real

weird specific love language? buying each other water

he’s playing volleyball? you have a bottle of water for him in case he wants to sit out the game and watch with you

you’re finished with your physical education practical exam? he’s waiting for you with his big ass water jug

BUT LIKEEEE why is there a change in the air suddenly 😩😩😩

why is your best friend so boyfriend material actually

he holds your hand… holds it so firmly

sunoo gives the best hugs too

he makes you laugh and he’s so thoughtful with his stupid water and his art materials

even carries your things for you sometimes

AND yall take good photos of each other

“does my hair look fine?”

he’d reach out to fix it … tuck it behind your ear or look at you so intensely before going back to smiling n saying yup all good!

during the sports festival, yall are off joining some type of singing jingle cheer competition which is usually the first event

so you guys just joke around for the rest of the week, watch some events, and take LOTS of photos

you would laugh at your classmates

maybe even cheer for some of your friends

just as long as you’re next to each other

you probably bad mouth the opposite team BUT TO YOURSELVES .. not out loud

would clap so hard when your team wins a point !!!

also back to the taking photos detail

he’d just be dragging you everywhere to take photos bc when is the best time but NOW

ofc u do take his photos .. u ltrly take the Best

“sunoo, look, you’re so handsome here!”

and then you look up at him to see his reaction and he’s already looking at you

uh oh.

your faces are so close to each other like SO close

let’s step back and check the label 😂

BEST FRIENDS !!!!!

tho he does save u out of ur misery by asking you out a week later

bc apparently the sudden shift in air also happened to HIM

he brings it up as a joke first bc he’s testing the waters and he’s not trynna get rejected

“imagine if we were dating…..” and a long lingering pause in the air afterward

if you joked back with like a “LOL”, he’d know u don’t feel the same

but you ltrly go 😮 and so speechless bc why is he suddenly bringing this up when you’ve spent the last few nights thinking about him

did those tiktok manifestations work

did that tiktok audio actually get sunoo to like u back

“um… well! well, you see…”

“i like you”

“THANK GOD”

you guys are like waaaaay more inseparable now that you’re dating

your friends will fake vomit around u .. but don’t worry it’s just bc they’re bitchless

while u and ur bf sunoo are happily in love

btw he gets jealous easily TEARSSSSSS

he gets all pouty but don’t worry, you just have to Hug him and give him a kiss and he’s all smiles again

oh, and i feel the need to inform you that hugs are his favorite thing in the world

and CHEEK kisses like specifically cheek kisses.. he loves them

his ideal dates r just when you’re at each other’s house

you can order takeout and do your skincare together … watch the latest movies

his family loves you too

so much that they include your favorite snacks when they go grocery shopping

“sunoo, get those chips that (name) rly likes. u dont know when she might come over next!”

like they are ANTICIPATING you

enjoy dating i love sunoo

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[caramelkoo]

behind your touch (18+)

jungkook x reader

genre : married couple, simp husband!Jungkook

summary : two introverts explore the sexier and much more hotter side of their relationship.

warnings : lots of smut and fluff, dual pov, Jungkook is a wild one and he's also a simp, they're adorable, oc is a tadbit nervous, they're newly married and so in love with eo, breeding kink, unprotected sex (please be safe), Oral (giving and receiving), Jungkook is dominant, hair pulling, spanking, he loves her ass, masturbating together. let me know if i missed something.

a/n : i have no idea which freaky monster was sitting on my shoulders when i wrote this. enjoy and if you're ovulating, goodluck. kisses <33

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your pov

"One more, honey. Just give me one more"

Your husband's fingers pump into you as you tweak your nipples between your forefinger and thumb. The pleasure is so intense and burning, you almost see stars. Jungkook is on his stomach between your legs wide apart, his left hand is grabbing your left tit while his three fingers thrust into your wet pussy, thumb rubbing your clit. His face is hovering above yours and he nibbles on your ear.

"I- oh my god, Jungkook I can't" you whimper as you try to control your ragged breathing. He has your body totally at his mercy and you know he's not going to stop until he makes you come for the third time. You don't even know how he pulled one out of you the second time.

"I know you can. Let me see that beautiful pussy clench. Just like that."

His finger go even deeper inside you. He twists his forefinger in such a way, you almost scream before slapping your hand over your mouth but Jungkook takes a hold of your hand, removing it from your mouth.

he warns, "Don't you dare muffle your screams or else I'm gonna spank that perfect ass until it's red and hot"

That does it, your hands rapidly grab the taut silk bedsheet, pulling and undoing it as you arch your back. Sweat beads cover your forehead as you let out a scream before coming harder than ever before.

"FUCK" you pant.

Jungkook takes out his fingers before sucking them off. You look at him with lust in your eyes and sigh. When he's done he holds you close to him as you tuck your face into his neck. Patient as you come down, running his hands over your arms, breasts and ass.

"That's my girl, you did so good" he kisses your forehead.

While you feel like you've ran a marathon, his facial expression holds nothing but pride and affection.

"God, I wish you could see yourself from my eyes right now. A fucking sight"

You chuckle, "You're crazy"

Placing a chaste kiss on your cheek he eyes find you again, "How are you feeling, wife?"

Your cheeks instantly turn a deep shade of pink. It's been twenty days since you both have been married, promised to love each other till the day you die. However, you've still not gotten used to him calling you his wife and it appears he loves your flustered face given that he calls you that every chance he gets.

You ignore his snarky chuckle and reply, "Perfect. How are you feeling, husband?

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jungkook nuzzles his face in your neck and squeals. His golden retriever personality has always been your favorite.

"I love hearing you call me that. Is this how you feel when i call you wife?"

Indeed you do but no way you're gonna tell him that. His ego has gone big enough for the day. You push him down by his shoulders and lower yourself down to his thick length. He's still wearing his black boxers but earlier somewhere in the process he's gotten rid of his shirt.

Grabbing the waistband of his boxers, you push them down and let his thick length spring free. Your mouth immediately waters seeing his tip red and angry, begging for attention. A drop of cum has formed on top of it.

"Honey, you don't have to do this" he assures pushing up from his elbows to look at you.

"I want to" you say taking him in your mouth as his grunt follows after.

"Fuck yeah, just like that. You're so good at this, baby. So so good" his head thumps back on the pillow. His stomach muscles are clenching hard resulting his abs to look more defined. You run your hands over them. His breathing picks up when you take him deeper and when you cup his balls, his hands grab a handful of your brown locks.

"_____, baby I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that" his hips come up pushing his cock to the back of your throat. He thrusts once, twice, thrice. The room is filled with wet noises and both of your moans. You've never heard of anything more beautiful. You've never seen anyone more beautiful than your husband.

"W-Want me to come in your mouth?" he asks as you nod frantically.

And he does. Another moans slips out of him as he grips your hair a bit tighter while also making sure not to hurt you. Your throat gets filled with his load.

"Swallow it, wife"

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Peace. If someone were to ask how your relationship is with Jungkook, you'd use the word peaceful. Love has all sort of forms and in your life where you are surrounded by so many people who love you, their love however, is slightly different yet equally precious.

For instance, there's passionate love then there's motherly love, bubbly love of a friend and nurturing love of a grandparent. When it comes to your husband, it's peaceful and calm. Your introvert personality had let people in the past assume the worst of you. The enormity of the fact that people think introverts are stand offish or impolite is beyond you.

It wasn't the case with Jungkook, though. Since you're both introverts it's never too quiet or too loud for you. A cup of coffee while you're sitting on his lap watching the sunset, taking a hot bath together where you both are not saying a word and letting silence wash over you, you reading your book while he plays his video game.

These moments might seem boring and mundane to a third party but for both of you, who feel like themselves in silence, they're more than just moments.

But that's not to say that there's no spark. That factor has certainly never been a matter of concern. Just like right now as you check yourself out in the bathroom mirror, your body has never looked this stunning. You're wearing a red lingerie which hugs your pear shaped body like a dream.

However, you can't seem to stop the fleeting feeling of nervousness creeping up in your stomach, twisting it into knots. This is new for you. Even in your past relationships you have never explored this much. It's only Jungkook's ability to make you comfortable in your body that has led you to this point. So, you take a deep breath and call out for him.

"Babe!!!"

"Yeah?" before you left him to execute your sexy little surprise, he was talking to his best friend, Jimin. It appears he's done talking.

Adjusting the bra strap, you yell again, "Can you close your eyes for me, please?"

"Why?" he's got to be kidding.

"JUST DO IT!!"

"Alright, alright woman"

You walk towards the door and twist the knob oh so slowly. You open the door slightly ajar and see him sitting on the corner of the bed and then only you walk out.

Standing four steps before him you speak, "Okay you can open them"

"That's what she said"

You huff out a laugh but quickly recover.

"Jeon Jungkook"

"Shit, you full named me? This must be serio-" his words come to a halt when his gaze falls on you.

A nervous smile breaks out of your full lips as you wait for him to continue. When he doesn't say anything you start to wonder if you overdid it but he doesn't give you much time to think further because the next thing you know is he's pushing you against the bedroom wall, lips colliding with yours.

You moan as your lips move together with him sucking your bottom one between his. It's sloppy, it's filled with saliva but you wouldn't have it any other way. Tonight, you want the sloppy and wet.

His mouth is soft and eager. One thing about kissing Jungkook is that it's never the same. It's different every fucking time and it only gets better. His tongue pushes in between your lips before you part them and allow it to slide against your own.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, "Jesus Christ,____. You're trying to kill me, baby"

"Do you like it?" you chuckle.

"Like it? You have no idea how many times I've gotten off to this visual. You look like a fucking goddess and you could ask for anything right now, I'd give it to you"

He shakes his head right to left like he still can't comprehend the sight in front of him. So you decide to help him.

"Fuck me"

"What?"

"I need you to fuck me, Jungkook." you ask him in a stern voice.

From the way he looks at you, it seems like he can't wait another second to get his mouth on you. Taking a step back, he looks at you up and down as if taking his fill. The moment the next words leave his mouth, you shiver.

"Strip"

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Jungkook's pov

"Strip"

The red lingerie pushes his wife's tits up as Jungkook is holds onto this slender thread of restraint, scared that if this gets any hotter, it'll snap. Her skin is so smooth and her lips are swollen from the rather burning kiss they shared earlier. The bulge in his sweatpants must be visible but he's not embarrassed about it.

A man can only handle so much. He looks at ______ with a fire and yearning that runs so deep he feels like it'll consume him whole. He wonders what made tonight worth it? is it the lingerie? is it the fact that they're newly married? is it the honeymoon?

No, It's because of the woman standing before him. It's because of the fact that he is the luckiest man alive on the planet to not only have a woman so sexy as his wife but also someone who is an outstanding daughter, a responsible sister and a human worth living for.

People talk about dying for their loved ones but what about living for them? What about living with them? When he was standing at the alter with ______ standing in front of him just like now he had made a promise to himself that he will live for her everyday. He will make every single day worth it for her so that she will choose him again as her husband in her next life.

The red fabric of cloth falls down with a subtle thump on the ground and his eyes travel all over _____ body. Her slender legs, a dark mole just above her left knee, stretch marks looking like lightening travelling from her navel down to her knees, the curve of her waist he has always loved to hold and kiss, her tits with perky nipples begging for attention and then finally her face.

"Come here and lie down on the bed" she does as he says.

When she gets comfortable enough and looks at him he asks her to spread her legs.

"Show me that pretty pussy, sweetheart" she spreads her legs slowly as if teasing him. He sucks in a deep breath before slipping out of his sweatpants and letting his cock spring free. It slaps against his stomach and he gives it a pump.

"I'm going to fuck you real nice but before that I want to watch. Don't worry though, I'll let you watch too" his voice is as husky as ever.

He walks back to the chair in the corner of the room and sits himself down. His wife looks at him with so much innocence and wonder, for a second he considers changing his mind and snuggle her to sleep but then again, she asked for it so she'll get it.

"Slip one finger inside, baby. Make sure to do it slowly, I want you to feel it well. Soak in the feeling"

"Jungkook, I'm not sure-"

"Hey, I'm right here, my love. I'm in this with you but reconsider it and if you're still not sure, we'll stop" he gently assures her, respecting her boundaries.

______ thinks for a while before taking a deep breath and nodding. Her hand slowly travels down to her stomach and finally to her wet cunt.

"Perfect, now rub your clit slowly and then slide a finger inside" she follows his commands as she lets out a light moan, her head tipping back in pleasure. It's just the beginning.

Jungkook's hands work up and down his length as he seeks his own pleasure but he's not sure how long he can last with the look on his wife's face. It's the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. She's his strength but fuck if she doesn't make him weak in the knees. Both of their moans fill the room with several "fuck" and "oh my god" following right after.

As _____ slides her finger inside and pumps it, he also fastens the pace of his pumping.

"Two more in, baby. Give it everything I know you're close" he manages to speak in a low voice.

"Jungkook, it's too much ahhh" she whines as she arches her back off the bed and he can see her pussy going moist and swollen indicating she's almost there. His hands pump as fast working his veiny cock between his tattooed hands and as soon as his wife lets out another loud moan, his orgasm follows making him throw his head back as he comes down from the high.

When he finally gets a hold of himself, he catches a look at her. She's breathing rapidly and caressing her stomach. Walking up to her he kneels down facing her sex and puts his mouth on it, sucking loudly.

"JUNGKOOK-"

Jungkook's eyes look up to her as he slides his tongue up and then down her pussy cleaning her off as she grabs his hair in response and yanks him up. He obliges and hovers over her before taking the same fingers that were inside her as he pushes them against her lips. She opens those kissable lips and tastes herself.

"Do you understand how divine you taste now?"

_____ hums as her lips release the finger with a loud pop. His eyes trace her face lovingly. _____ has exactly ten moles on her face and his favorite is the one on her upper lip. It's meant to be kissed just like the other ones.

"You're staring"

"I like looking at you. You're the loveliest person ever, do you know that? How did I even get so lucky?"

_____ grins and it's the only thing he ever wants to see on her face.

"Tell me how you want my cock wife and I'll give it to you" His eyes are glue to her face. He could look at her all day and not get bored.

"I- I want it from behind if that's okay" there is a hint of hesitation in her voice and he doesn't like it. But that's okay because he plans on making her as comfortable as possible tonight.

When he turns her on her stomach and guides her ass upwards, her face down on the mattress, she gasps but doesn't object.

"Are you okay with me spanking this ass, honey? Want me to tell you how bad I want you?" she whimpers.

"Yes, please"

"That's a good fucking girl" his doesn't wait a second longer before giving a slap on the globe of her ass, only to slap it once more while also making sure not to hurt her in the process. His palms paint her pale skin.

He works her clit pulling a loud moan out of her. _____ breath is picking up the pace again as sweat beads her back glistening it in the best way possible. He notches the head of his cock at her entrance and pushes inside with a force that takes both of their breaths away.

"Fuck" he cries out and she whines.

He pulls himself outside before thrusting back inside, "Fuck, I love you, _____. You're the best thing that happened to me. Every morning- ugh- every morning I get excited just because of the fact that I get to see this pretty face. You beautiful, strong, gentle of a woman and you're all mine"

His thrusts fasten, he gives three kisses on the dimples of her back as he fucks her from behind just like she asked.

"I love you, baby" he hears her reply back, her voice breathy.

"You like that?"

thrust

"You like how I'm giving it all to you, huh?"

thrust

"You like being at my mercy? Desperate and needy?"

thrust

"Want me to give you a baby,hmm? Make you look all mine?" His final thrust goes even deeper before he turns her on her back. He pulls out and freezes. The woman he's married to is looking like a fucking angel who also has been fucked raw and good. He couldn't be more in love with her.

"Sweetheart, I wanna try something but I need to you to trust me, alright? I'll never hurt you" when he gets a nod from _____ he uses his knees to move up to her until he just above her stomach.

"Push those tits together for me" he commands.

So, she does. ______ doesn't hesitate this time and his chest grows another inch with pride. Her tits squeeze up with the help of her palms and Jungkook carefully slips his cock into the tight channel. Her chest is decorated with the hickeys he's given her this morning.

It takes five thrusts for him to come on her chest. White, hot liquid covers his wife's chest as he quickly pushes himself sideways and lies down beside her with a loud thump.

"Christ, that was so good" he pants.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before running to the bathroom and comes back with a wet towel. He swipes it all over her chest as he cleans her off. She's still looking at him with the same love and passion in her eyes as before. Nothing has changed and nothing will change.

As soon as he's done cleaning up and gets ready to talk his wife's ears off, her soft snores pull at his attention. Giggling to himself as he covers her with the duvet pulling it taut so she can be warm and cozy, he gets comfortable beside her and prepares to go into a deep slumber.

A hand wraps around his stomach making his silly, romantic heart flutter and _____ places her head on his chest.

Placing a chaste kiss on her temple and nose, he whispers into the darkness, "Goodnight, honey. Thank you for being mine"

[fictionismyreality3]

Currently in soap’s brainrot era all over again this man just cant leave me alone (lovingly) 😵‍💫

Thinking of cuddling with friend!soap as he comforts you bcs youre upset and it turns to soft make out sesh before he says “let me make you feel good bonnie” (youve been mutually pining over eo) *smashes keyboard*

Just Like an Angel 18+

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, smut at the end 18+ omg!

Notes: anon.. ANON I LOVE YOU 😩💖 it’s like you're inside my head 🤨 i too love desperate soap.. and i got a little carried away 🙈

It was stupid. It was stupid, but it was raining, and you dropped your coffee and your stupid key broke when you were trying to get back into your apartment.

It didnt help that you had to call Johnny. It was almost too easy to picture the teasing grin he'd have finding you standing outide your apartment like a wet rat.

But the joking remark died on his tongue when he saw the teary look of frustation on your face. "Aye, lass, ye cannae stay out here." Tutting, he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, having no trouble busting the lock on your door and ushering you into your apartment.

Sure, he'd been in your flat many times, but it felt different somehow. Soap watched you plop onto the couch with a tired sigh, reminding himself to buy you a new lock.

"Ye look like shite, bonnie."

The corner of his mouth tugged up into a smile at the deadpan look you sent his way. Johnny wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to get you to let him stick around this long, but he wasn't go to undo all the hard work he did to weasel his way into your life.

"Aw, c'mere, lamb." He cooed, pulling you into his side and grabbing the converter to turn on one of your favourite shows. You huffed out a breath as he practically squished you into his chest, your cheeks warming as you inhaled the smokey scent of cinnamon, whiskey and Johnny.

It hadn't been hard for the Scotsman to work his way into your head, your circle of friends, and soon your heart. And now, much to your embarrassment, you found yourself looking forward to his shitty jokes or his endlessly energetic grin.

Johnny let you ramble for a while, stroking your hair absentmindedly while he looked at you with a dopey, lovesick expression. Shifting you around, he put a hand on your hip, tugging you into his lap.

"Poor wee thing." Your head spun trying to catch up to the way Johnny was looking at you. "Y'just need a distraction, I ken, eh?"

"Johnny, I-"

He kept his gaze steady despite the way his heart was pounding out of his ribcage.

"Ah, ah, none o'tha'." Internally, he was preening. He'd never had you in his lap before, he didn't think you'd allow it. But you didn't seem keen on moving, and god, you were such a soft wee thing. It took more willpower to keep his cock from stirring in his jeans than he'd ever had to use in a fight.

"Y'jus need t'take yer mind off it for a while." That wasn't hard to do when you were so busy trying not to squirm. "Relax, hen. I gotcha."

Icy blues met your bashful gaze, and you let yourself go more lax in his lap. Biting his tongue to stifle a groan, Johnny couldn't stop his hands from twithcing where they sat on your hips, or his cock pressing up into you.

"Johnny!" Squeaking out in surpise, you tried to shuffle away. "I cannae help it, luv." Rough hands ran up and down your sides. "Y'jus’ so good to me."

"Johnny..."

His breath caught, and before he could remember that you were his friend, and it had already been so hard to get close to you so he really shouldn't ruin it now, and-

His lips were on yours.

After the inital shock had run down your spine like ice water, your hands settled on his shoulders, lips moving with his as you eagerly swallowed Johnny's groan into the kiss. In the back of your mind, you were aware that this was the same man that you'd been trying so hard not to get attached to, the same man you'd cried for every time he left for god knows where.

But it was almost too easy to match his fervour and slip under the tumbling waters with him. It was simple. It was breathless. It was Johnny.

Your Johnny.

"Fuck, tha's it, hen." His abs clenched as he felt you grinding down onto his lap, one of his hands threading itself into your hair. "Make y'self feel better."

A whine tore its way through your throat and Johnny thought he might as well have gone to heaven with the way he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from cumming in his pants. He felt just like his younger self again, all clumsy and unpracticed movements. But in your eyes, Johnny could do no wrong, especially with how fast he was working you up.

His big hands seared heat into your skin, the bubble in the pit of your stomach growing and growing till it threatened to pop. "Sound s'pretty, lassie."

Johnny dragged you back and forth on his lap, enjoying the torturous friction he got from your weight on his cock.

"Jus' like an angel." His almost lust-drunk voice barely reached your ears.

You didn't have enough space in your head to think about the consequence of what you both were doing, the implications on your friendship forgotten with each drag of your clit against the seam of your jeans. Neither of you had even gotten your clothes off, dry humping like two desperate teenagers.

God, you felt so good.

You looked just like a work of art, your eyes closed and your face all skewed up in pleasure as he pushed your shirt up to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He was rutting up into you now, pushing his cock into the clothed heat of your cunt with feral abandon.

"S'good, b-bonnie." His voice came out choked as the head of his cock caught in just the right place in his jeans. "Gonna cum f'me?"

"Uh-huh!'

You sounded so wrecked, all worked up into a tizzy and he hadn't even properly touched you yet. His mind lead him down the spiral of pitcuring all the other noises he could draw from you and soon he was hovering on the edge.

"Need y'tae cum f'me, lamb-" Johnny ground out, cock leaking precum and probably ruining his boxers. "I can make y'feel better, ye just gotta-"

Before he could get the words out you were whining on his lap, humping against him like the only thing you could focus on was your pleasure. Sparks shot through you, your orgasm blinding and overly-intense to the point of overstimulation.

Johnny let about a debauched groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he gripped your hips and dragged you across his bulging cock for his own pleasure, cumming in his pants with a hissed curse.

You fell limply into his chest, vaguely paying attention to the way his hands were lazily rubbing up and down your thighs as you panted, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

"I feel better now."

Johnny cracked a smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You hummed. "Thanks, Johnny."

"Ye jus' stay 'ere now, lamb." A hand ruffled your hair. "I gotcha."

[simply-whump]

Mr. Plankton (Mr. 플랑크톤) - Whump List

Whumpee : Hae Jo played Woo Do Hwan

Synopsis : Nobody loves Hae Jo, because nobody, including Hae Jo, knows who is his real father. One day, he hears news that will change his life. He decides to go look for his real father. He happens to have Jo Jae Mi accompany him on his journey. Jo Jae Mi always wanted to have a family. She is going to marry Eo Heung, who is the successor in the Eo Family. On the day of their wedding and before the wedding ceremony starts, Jo Jae Mi disappears with Hae Jo.

Genres : Romance, Drama

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Hae Jo

Ep 1 : (Flashforward) (00:55) Laying on the ground, nose bleeding, dying, crying — (Present) (11:30) Thrown through an aquarium, grabbing a piece of glass with his bare hand — (24:30) Vision becomes blurry, ears ringing, has a motorbike accident, wakes up at the hospital, learns he has a tumor, told he has 3 months left to live — (36:30) Sharp headache 

Ep 2 : (08:15) Slapped — (53:50) Having a nightmare, sweating, talking in his sleep, concern for him

Ep 3 : (00:50) In a motorcycle accident, groaning in pain, arm bleeding — (20:50) Vomiting — (34:10) Salt thrown at his face — (36:05) Pushed to the ground — (42:25) In a headlock while driving — (44:25) In a car accident, head bleeding — (47:15) Hit, vision blurry, ears ringing, collapses unconscious — (49:10) Wakes up

Ep 4 : (04:05) Dragged while unconscious — (06:10) Pushed into water — (12:50) Water thrown at his face — (28:05) Sudden headache, heavy breathing, taking medication, groaning in pain, vomiting — (57:40) Sudden headache, sweating, in a lot of pain, hiding it

Ep 5 : (09:20) Headache, heavy breathing, looking for his medication — (16:40) In a fight (semi-comical) — (22:40) Teary-eyed — (44:25) Slapped (comedic), punches a mirror with his bare hand, hand bandaged — (55:25) Teary-eyed, angry, losing control, beating someone up, crying — (01:01:35) Teary-eyed

Ep 6 : (06:45) Punched — (16:00) Unconscious on a beach, wakes up, tries to get up but falls back down in pain, strong headache — (36:10) Punched, fighting — (41:45) Vision blurry, having a seizure, nose bleeding, concern for him, shaking, crying, passes out, acupuncture used on him, body massaged, wakes up (Gif Set) — (52:25) Attacked, fighting, falls, hits a rock, in pain, sudden headache, small seizure, punched several times, blood at his lips, saved, concern for him

Ep 7 : (03:35) Worried for someone, crying — Depressed

Ep 8 : (02:25) Bitten — (10:45) Crying — (15:15) Crying — (44:10) Hand cramps (sort of seizure), in pain, stumbling, collapses, vision blurry — (48:25) Cannot remember the code to his house, sitting on the ground crying — (59:05) Too much noise around him, headache, vision blurry, nauseous, collapses in public, seizure, concern for him, passes out

Ep 9 : (04:25) Unconscious in the hospital bed, oxygen mask, loved ones finally learn about his condition — (11:25) Heart stops beating, concern for him, cpr — (23:40) Wakes up (it’s just a dream, he’s actually still unconscious), taken out of the hospital — (30:55) Falls (while still unconscious), head slightly bleeding — (35:40) Wakes up (for real this time) — (39:30) Teary-eyed — (49:20) Fakes being in pain, concern for him (semi-comedic) — (56:55) Sobbing really hard 

Ep 10 : (07:05) Vomiting, nose bleeding — (32:00) Crying — (45:10) Strong headache, in pain, stumbling, walking into upcoming traffic, vision blurry, dry heaving, concern for him, confused — (50:10) Crying — (01:09:20) Nose bleed, collapses, dying, dies in his loved one’s arms (thank you for another K-trauma)

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[richarlotte]

Hair Removal Methods.

I was heavily inspired by a post I found on Reddit when making this post. I haven’t seen too many posts about hair removal methods on Tumblr, and I have quite a few asks in my inbox about that, so it made sense for me to make a small guide with tips, methods, and recommendations. If you want more information, product names, my sugar wax recipe, or just recommendations, please don’t hesitate to send me an email or just comment below for me to respond.

Shaving.

Cost: $

Speed: Average

Smoothness: Average

Discomfort: Low

Tips/Methods:

* Always buy men’s razors. They usually come with  sharper blades that don’t clog as much as the blades on women’s razors.

* I only shave using hot water and when I’m in the shower. The hot water softens the hair and makes it easy to remove, and the flow of the water prevents my razor from clogging.

* The direction you shave is important. If you shave against the grain (the direction opposite the hair points), you can get a closer shave, but you risk ingrown hairs. Shave with the grain on sensitive areas and do multiple passes if needed.

* I personally use shaving cream from EOS and products from Topicals to lessen ingrown hairs and clear up dark marks. Shaving isn’t my preferred method or hair removal, but when I’m in a rush, it gets the job done.

Best for your whole body, especially large and flat areas like your arms and legs. It's cheap and effective but often time consuming. If you want to maintain a perfectly smooth body, you’ll have to shave or touch up at least twice a week.

Nair/Chemical Removal.

Cost: $

Speed: Medium

Smoothness: Smooth

Discomfort: Low

Tips/Methods:

* There are many brands but the basic idea is you apply the cream to your skin, wait 5-10 minutes while the hair “melts" off your body, then you wipe it off. You’ll definitely need to shower after using Nair to remove any excess cream and to avoid burning your skin. I would say this is mandatory unless your specific brand says otherwise.

* The process will probably smell pretty bad. You'll want to wipe the cream and hair off with something disposable to avoid ruining your regular towels. I personally use tissue, you can use anything easily accessible.

* PATCH TEST BEFORE USE. These creams and powders are made from very really strong chemicals and can absolutely mess you up if you aren't careful. Everyone's skin is different, so put a little on your arm first, see how it reacts, then use it on a larger area.

Best For: Armpits and pubic hair. I find these creams are best at getting hard to reach or uneven surfaces that your razor might struggle with. This is also a good option if you are in a hurry or don't have the option to try the options below.

Epilation.

Cost: $$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: High

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* Epilators look kind of like foil shavers you'd use for your face, but the end has a roller with tiny clamps that essentially grab hairs and pull them out.

* Personally I think these hurt like a bitch, especially the first time you use them. You can definitely feel each individual hair get pulled out of your skin.

* The main benefit of an epilator (and waxing, discussed below) is that you're pulling the entire hair out, root and all. This means hair in that area will grow back significantly slower than shaving. It also means that if you're willing to commit to a routine, each future use with the epilator will be less painful.

* I highly recommend icing the area before and after to avoid swelling. That being said, the area needs to be completely dry for the device to work.

* Epilator performance has always been pretty hit and miss for me. They're good at getting coarse hair, but will struggle to get fine or short strands. Again, you will likely need to make a shaving pass to clean up anything left behind.

* Additionally, if your hair is too thick or the surface is too uneven, the epilator can get tangled and stop functioning leading to a super painful situation. As with any of these tips, definitely test on a small area and see how it performs for you so you can get a feel for the length/thickness your device can handle.

Best For: Flat smooth surfaces, primarily your arms, legs, and torso. Some people really love epilation, others don’t. I think epilation is an acquired taste and it’s not my favorite method.

Waxing.

Cost: $$ to $$$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: High

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* When you need to get 100% smooth there is no substitute. I love the way my body feels after waxing or sugaring and it’s what works best for me.

* I'll do my best here as a general overview but please watch some video guides before attempting this. I'll cover the two most common options I have experience with: soft wax, sugaring, and hard wax.

* Soft Wax: Hot wax is applied to the skin, then bandage strips are applied over. Once the wax cools, the strips are pulled off, taking the hair with them. This method is probably what you've seen in movies. They're good for getting rid of finer hairs, but unlike hard wax, you risk taking off your skin if you do it wrong. If you're trying waxing at home (especially for the first time), avoid this option. Despite the name, hard wax is actually much safer and what I recommend

* Hard wax: Hot wax is applied to the skin. Once it hardens, you peel the wax off by itself, taking hair with it. Since hard wax only bonds to hair and not skin it's a much safer option for beginners and does just as good a job removing hair as soft wax. This is what I use when I don’t have time to make my sugaring solution and I've never looked back.

* Wax is warmed in a... wax warmer! It's a little pot with a heating element, kind of like a croc pot. Hard waxes come in pellets that you dump in, soft waxes usually come with their own container that pops into the unit. Look for a wax warmer that can adjust the temp, not just an on/off switch. Most but not all have this feature. Each wax brand is different so you'll need more/less heat to melt it correctly, especially if you're doing a longer session where the wax can begin to solidify in the pot.

* Popsicle sticks are a cheap, effective way to apply wax. You'll want something disposable as it can get quite messy.

* Waxing, like epilators, will slow down your hair growth. This means the more you do it in the same area the less hair will grow back, and the less painful each subsequent application will be.

* Your hair needs to be a certain length for the wax to catch, so check your brand and plan accordingly. My professional technician has mentioned 1/4th inch is a good guideline for when to start waxing.

* As with every method on this list, please test on a small part of your body first. The wax will be quite hot (like getting into a hot bath) but not so much that it burns your skin.

Best For: any area you want super smooth or silky.

Laser Hair Removal.

Cost: $$$$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: Depends.

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* Getting started will take some time and effort. You have to set up a consultation beforehand before even scheduling a session where you'll talk to the professional, ask any questions, then work out your plan.

* Laser hair removal is a process over time, not a one and done. Considering each session can cost hundreds of dollars, we are talking a huge investment. It cost me $800 over 4 sessions just for a small area on my lower body. For larger areas, we could be talking thousands!

* On that note, the total cost is going to vary a ton. Not only will each area be priced differently, but most places require you to book multiple sessions in a row or packages of X sessions you can choose to use over a year.

* The pigment of your skin matters a lot. Generally speaking the darker your skin the harder/less effective the process will be. There are different types of lasers available that may make this irrelevant but you'll definitely want to do your homework.

Final Thoughts.

What matters most is time. If you have the time to wax or shave your whole body, go to a professional for laser hair removal or pro waxing, or epilate yourself, then you’ll have much better results than someone who rushes through everything. Learning, investing in quality products, and then actually investing time into the hair removal process will get you closer to where you want to be without wasting as much time or money as you would leaping in blind or with no effort.

Richarlotte x

[freddie-77-ao3]

Some More Random Worldbuilding for PJO, this time, Mythic Metals

*Note: this refers specifically to metals that Greek and Roman demigods can use. I'm not including other pantheons*

*Most common in this sense refers to most commonly used by demigods*

So we, of course, have the canon Stygian Iron, Celestial Bronze, and Imperial Gold, but in addition, we also get Adamantine, Orichalum, Artemisian Silver, and Apolloin Gold.

Starting off with more facts about the basic metals (ones known in the series):

Celestial Bronze: most common mythical metal. Primarily used by Greek demigods, however anyone within the two pantheons can use a celestial bronze weapon. Can't kill mortals.

Imperial Gold: equally as common as Celestial Bronze, only "rarer" among demigods because Roman Gods are the ones who control the mining and usage of the metal, and these gods are stricter regarding privledge to use the metal. Primarily used by Romans, however anyone within the two pantheons can use a imperial gold weapon. Can't kill mortals.

Stygian Iron: third most common mythical metal. However, stygian iron can only be used by chthonic demigods, gods, and other underworldly creatures. If stygian iron is used by non-chthonic demigods, it weakens their life source and can take years from them. If used by a non-chthonic god, their powers are weakened for many years. Stygian iron cannot be used by mortals-- it kills them near instantaneously. Stygian iron can kill mortals.

Now into my own ideas:

Orichalum: tied with Stygian iron for third most common mythical metal. Mined in Atlantis, orichalum, like stygian iron, cannot be used by all beings. Instead, orichalum can only be used by aquatic gods, demigods, and creatures. In this sense, aquatic refers to both the ocean (Poseidon, Oceanus, the Nereids, etc), but also all other bodies of waters like lakes and rivers (river gods, nymphs, Naiads). Riptide is not actually made of celestial bronze, it is made of orichalum. It's effects on non-aquatics are similar to that of stygian iron. Orichalum cannot kill mortals. Sort of bronze-ish looking.

Apolloin Gold: the fifth most common metal. This can only come directly from Apollo or Helios, as the metal is quite literally ored from the sun. Technically Eos and Hemera can also give it out, but they have many fewer connections with mortals. As such, should it be one of the rarer metals? Yes. It's more common than it's parallel, however, because Apollo used to hand the metal out quite frequently-- to mortals who impressed him, his lovers, his children, and the metal just made it's way into other people's hands. Can be used by anyone. Cannot kill mortals.

Artemisian Silver: the sixth most common element-- or second rarest. Artemisian Silver can only come from Artemis, Selene, or Hecate. As Artemis is the main goddess of the moon at this point, artemisian silver most closely represents her other domains, and as such can only be used by girls and women, *except in cases of Hecate's boy children or those blessed by Artemis*. Artemisian silver can harm werewolves, which is where the silver werewolf stereotype came from, and why Reyna's pocket knife, although silver, did not work. Cannot kill mortals.

Adamantine: rarest of all. This metal is most closely guarded by the gods, and only a few known weapons remain in demigod weaponries. Bright, almost blinding white, the metal looks like a cross between diamonds and silver. Completely unbreakable, and cannot be bent or harmed in any way after being forged. The only demigods who can use adamantine are children of the Kronides and Aphrodite (eldest gods), although even many of these demigods have to dilute it to use the metal. It burns through other demigods and mortals until their hands are ash if they touch it. The full olympian council must decide to give any demigod an adamantine weapon. It can hurt mortals.

There's also, of course, Drakon bone, although that's not technically a metal. Drakon bone is the only well known bone weapon in the series, however, divine bone from any being can be forged into a weapon that can kill monsters. Has to come from a spoil of war, as the being will dissolved if killed, and as such, is never seen outside of Tartarus, with the exception of Annabeth's sword.

The titans also had their own metal, similar to adamantine. Some call the metal Everlasting. Rarely known, never wielded anymore.

[happysaddca]

This took entirely too long and the ending is a touch rushed but @wyervan said anime beach episode and I laughed. So hard. Because Ellis has trauma.

CW there's mention of drowning and medical malpractice. Ellis talks about, very briefly, being intersex. Specifically CAIS.

There's a little bonus at the bottom of the fic.

“No.” 

“You like nature.” 

“I don't like water.” 

“Please?” 

Ellis makes a face at the oven door. They’re busy preparing a quiche for the arcade staff and Moon is meant to be helping. His ‘helping’ is laying out on the bed, toying with Eos’s tail and tormenting Ellis with promises of a vacation, just them and their employers. The problem is, Moon’s not wrong. Ellis loves traveling; it’s why they converted Sue to begin with. And it’s been months since their last trip. They’re itching to travel. 

They just really, really don’t want to go to the beach. 

“Ellis?” 

Moon’s voice brings them back into their body, where they haven’t moved for what, twenty, thirty seconds? Just staring at the timer on the oven. It’s blinking. Had they even set it? “Moon, I can’t swim.” 

“We’ll teach you.” He doesn’t even look up, still playing with Eos’s tail. 

Ellis shakes their head, squeezing their hands into their palms in an attempt to stop the buzzing. “Where will everyone sleep? My bed is barely big enough for you alone Moon, and I’m not sure how ethical sleeping with my employers would be, practicality aside.” The image of Moon tucked against their chest, resting their chin on his head. The intrusive thought leaves them hot even as they shove it far, far, far away. 

What’s been wrong with them lately? Too many long distance phone calls with Helen retelling her middle-aged romances in lieu of actual conversation maybe. Ellis knows they’re weird—their employers, that is. And the novels. And themself, if they’re being honest. 

Fuck, they’re middle-aged now. Maybe this is a midlife crisis. A midlife crisis where they're imprinting on their boss. That thought is shoved away too, buried with every other little embarrassing thing they've done and thought and felt the past eight months. 

If Moon answered, they missed it and are looking dumb again. They pretend to fiddle with their hearing aid. “What?” 

“Rent a place near the water.” 

Ellis looks up and squints at him. “You guys don't have the money for a three, hell, even a two bedroom place. Sun was just complaining about not being able to fix the neons that some asshole cracked until next month.” 

Moon shrugs. As Ellis continues to stare, he pulls Eos up into his chest, nuzzling into her back. Ellis doesn't stop, knowing Moon can feel them staring just like when he does it to them. 

“You could always sleep in the bus if it makes you uncomfortable. Sun and I can share a bed.” 

Again, Ellis has to put away an errant thought. “You two do that often?” 

“Often enough.” He looks up from Eos, the question clear. Ellis looks away. They can never seem to match Moon for his unrelenting stare. “Come with us. The bus will be more comfortable than a car.” 

“Ah.” They can't help their smile. “So that's your angle. You want to nap in comfort instead of folding up like a pretzel.” There’s a bitter taste in the back of their mouth they’re careful doesn’t come through in their voice.

“Yes.” The timer beeps. Ellis has to punch the button hard to make sure it shuts off before pulling on a glove. They almost miss the rest of Moon’s reply. “Would like you there too.” 

And this is how Ellis finds themself driving to a beachside condo, doing their best to ignore Sun’s backseat driving and the fact they could fold so easily. 

Sun is being aggressively annoying. When Ellis adopted Eos, they had sectioned the driver’s seat and paraphernalia into a pseudo-cab, complete with a lockable door so the nosy cat wouldn't work her way under the pedals while the bus was in motion. It was also a good place to hide things like the fire extinguisher, their bat, first aid kit, just a bit everything they didn't want in the main part of the bus. 

And Sun keeps unlocking it whenever Ellis takes a turn slightly weird or has to tap the brakes, all in the name of avoiding colliding with smaller vehicles. Checking on what they’re doing, letting Eos slip in between their legs. The argument would end with Ellis demanding to see Sun’s commercial driver’s license (class B for passenger vehicles and buses). And then they’d have to slow and park by the curb, push Sun out of the driver’s cockpit, and lock it. 

The fact it was unlocked half an hour later without the key did not go unnoticed. Apparently both clowns are masters of breaking and entering. 

It’s a two day trip given the late start, and Sun is magnanimous enough to insist that he and Moon use Ellis’s tent to sleep overnight while Ellis has their bed. Ellis does not sleep, too aware of their presence outside, feeling vaguely paranoid and also bad that Sun felt they needed so much space. But there’s just not enough room for everyone on the bus, not without piling on top of each other. 

The trip really isn’t that long, and the second day has them pulling into the driveway of a bungalow while the sun is still rising. Every house looks the same, shades of pastel and cream with bleached wood fences and sand everywhere. The driveway is barely long enough for the bus, and Ellis parks with a frown, staring down the beach just past the bungalows. They flinch when someone slams the main door open. 

“C’mon Nova! The day isn’t gonna get any younger!” Ellis watches Sun running like an errant wind up toy, all angles that somehow avoid catching on the fence as he leaps over it. They stare after him, face impassive. 

“How the hell can he have so much energy? I don’t even own coffee.” 

“He’s just like that. Should see him when he’s properly manic.” 

Ellis flinches again, realizing one of them had unlocked their door once again. They reach behind them, shoving Moon back by the face before standing and stretching. One foot is used to push Eos back away from the driver’s seat. “Not sure I could handle that honestly. Need help moving the food in?”

Moon fidgets with something in his hands, and Ellis realizes he’s holding the most absurd sunhat. They decide not to wait for an answer, slipping around him to grab the bags out of their ice box. “Just lead the way Moon. I’ll check out the kitchen while you and Sun go out back.” 

“You’re coming out with us.” 

“Nu uh, I’m not.” They don’t look at Moon, face growing hot. “Even if I could swim, and I cannot as I have told you, I don’t have a swimsuit.” They pull away when Moon tries to take the bags from them. “Just give me the keys and you can go right out.” 

“No.” 

Ellis can feel the back of their neck and cheeks grow hot, and they chew on the inside of their cheek to stifle their initial reaction of decking him… somewhere. Not the face, they don’t think. They also don’t think for long, pushing the bags up their arms and shoving Moon’s stupid hat out of the way to dig in his pockets. Wallet, knife, they barely pick up the odd little whine Moon’s making until they’ve successfully pulled the keys out and see that Moon frozen in place, braced against the counter. “You okay?”

“Fine.” Moon looks away, letting Ellis take the keys and grabbing the final few bags to take inside. He does follow them towards the stairwell, scooping his and Sun’s bags along the way. 

The bungalow is small, a glorified studio apartment, really. Sun comes in through the back door when Moon unlocks it, scooping their bags and Moon so they can both change. Ellis busies themselves in the kitchen, unpacking slowly, trying to avoid— 

“Oh, Nova~!” 

Sun. They don’t move when his warm hands hit their shoulders, squeezing just a touch too tightly. “Please let go of me.” 

“Moony tells me you don’t have a swimsuit.” 

“I don’t swim.” 

“You can borrow one of mine!” 

“Sun I can’t—what?” They turn and take in what he’s wearing: pale blue fabric that looks like it belongs more out of 1940’s photoshoot than here in the present. They look him over. There’s way too much thigh. “What the actual fuck are you wearing?”

“Come on; I have a couple of options.” Sun grabs their upper arm, his grip boding no argument. 

“Sun, wait, no…” 

They are dragged into the bedroom, where Moon is pulling on a swimshirt. Ellis immediately goes hot again and looks away, but not before noting the way his body hair culminates in a generous treasure trail. Sun’s got their attention faster anyway as he pulls out a pair of laughably orange trunks. 

“What about this?” 

They can only shake their head, staring at the trunks as they try to motion to their chest. “Won’t work out well unless that beach is good with nudity.” 

“Ah, right.” Sun drops the trunks like they’re fire, digging around in his bag. Moon turns and reaches in to pull out a bottle of sunscreen. “Moony, did I pack my other suit? The striped one.” 

“Packed half the house more like.” Moon helps with one hand, dragging out the suit in question. Ellis pulls back immediately. 

“No.” 

“But it’s perfect! We’ll be twins!” Sun holds the suit out proudly, and Ellis can feel the heat all over again. They kind of want to die here and now. Maybe the water will rise up and take them away in some horrible manifestation of fate. 

Moon slips away while Sun shoves the suit into their hands. “Now change and meet us outside. Don’t make me change you myself.” 

“That’s sexual harrassment,” Ellis manages to say, staring at the stripes. Sun leans in close, tucking his long hand under their chin and lifting it, just a little. Can he feel how hot they are? The panic starts in hard. 

“We’re not at work right now Nova. So if you feel anything is especially untoward, you can’t hide behind the rules.” 

They remain frozen in place, heart hammering against their sternum as they realize they can count every freckle, see the colors in Sun’s irises clearly. He releases them and laughs. “You don’t have to look so frightened Nova; just come out in the suit for pictures!” 

Ellis manages one shaky nod before the door is shut. They sit on the bed, trying to catch their breath before giving the suit a more critical eye. On a closer inspection, it’s not the worst. The black and white stripes are definitely in their wheelhouse, and it’s covering. 

It also belongs from the same era as Sun’s swimsuit. The man did dress like he was from the seventies half the time. And maybe since they’re a head or so shorter than Sun and Moon it won’t show off so much thigh. But why is there a belt? 

They do change and pull their shirt on over it, taking their time to leave. They peek out the back door, seeing Sun’s already started making a new friend and Moon is wearing his hat. Okay, so maybe they’ll forget about Ellis. They can start on an early lunch and sneak out to Sue and just be out of the way and the door is slamming open, a hand grabbing theirs. 

“Moon, no.” They try fruitlessly to dig their heels in. Maybe with Sun it would’ve worked, but Moon’s not as slender, and he easily drags them outside to Sun and the woman. 

“Yes. We’re taking a picture.” Moon pauses at the door, noticing the tshirt, and unceremoniously grabs the back of it, pulling it over Ellis’s head. It catches their glasses, cushioning them when he drops the shirt behind them. “There. Fits you well.” 

Ellis is unable to answer. They can feel Moon take their hand again, pulling them along. He smells like sunscreen, they note, feeling only mildly hysterical for focusing on such a minor detail. Moon calls out to Sun, who waves them over to his new friend eagerly. The person he’d befriended is holding the cellphone Ellis isn’t sure belongs to Sun or Moon. They just both have it at various times. 

“Is this your friend?” The stranger is smiling at Ellis. She looks nice, they think. Pregnant, judging by the belly. 

“Yes indeedy. Moony, you’ll need to push your hat back. Nova?” Ellis makes a noise, unable to stop Moon from pulling them into a side hug. Sun pushes in on the other side. “Make sure you smile nice and big. We can put it up in the office bulletin.” That gets another, fainter noise from them, and they drop their head against Moon’s shoulder, hiding. 

“Is she okay?” the stranger asks, and Ellis twitches but doesn’t move. 

“They’re fine, fine. Just take the picture! Maybe we’ll get another one by the end of the day.” 

There’s no snap, but there is profuse thanks from Sun before Moon takes the phone and pockets it in his, Ellis is embarrassed to note, very normal swim trunks. He looks normal, but he stands out between the three of them. Moon pulls away from Ellis in time to avoid the beach ball aimed directly at them. It knocks Ellis right in the head. 

“C’mon Nova, throw it back!” 

“I’m gonna throw it at your head,” Ellis warns, turning to go after the ball. They spike it at Sun’s face, as promised, but it gets caught up by a stray wind and flies away. Sun runs after it, smacking it back their way before it can hit the ground. “Sun!” 

“Get it!” 

Ellis obliges, kicking it back at Sun, who is able to catch it before the wind does. He’s laughing, and despite everything, Ellis is starting to have fun too. Until the wind kicks up hard, nearly blowing Moon’s hat away and catching the ball, sending it into the water. Sun starts after it, making it up to his shins while Ellis hesitates on the edge. 

“Come on. It’s not that far out.” Sun catches the ball, watching Ellis, who remains with their feet firmly planted on dry sand. “Moony, help!” 

Moon walks over to Ellis, but he just shrugs, glancing their way. Ellis makes a face at him, turning back to Sun. “I’m not going in the water!” 

“You’re missing out on the fun.” Sun trudges back, splashing heartily as makes it to the shore and grabs Ellis’s wrist. “Come on. The suit is old, not fragile.” 

Ellis can feel their heels slipping in the sand and they panic when they touch the water. When their jerk doesn’t immediately free them, they brace against Sun’s grip and punch him solidly in the arm. Sun loses his grip in surprise, and Ellis falls, unable to catch themself. They land in water that is no more than ankle deep. 

Moon starts for Ellis, but they’re moving, scrambling backwards out of the water and back into the sand, forcing themselves up to their feet once they’re free. They kick sand at Sun, furious and terrified and ready to wring his skinny neck the moment he was safely out of the water. “I told you I don’t swim! I can’t swim I never swim I nearly drowned when I was fifteen you fucking asshole!” They kick more sand Sun’s way. 

Sun and Moon remain silent, unmoving and staring as Ellis retreats further from the waterline, walking backwards, tripping over the sand and landing on their ass. They stay down, closing their eyes, hiding their face in their hands. 

When someone touches them, they flail their arm, hitting knees. Hairy. Could be either of them. The legs don’t more, nor does the hand, so they jerk away. Of course it’s Moon. They get back to their feet, hands balled into fists at their side. “Don’t touch me. Don’t take more photos. Don’t fucking drag me back to the water.” 

“We weren’t—” 

But Ellis isn’t listening. “I am going to make lunch. Come in when you’re ready.” And they leave, trying to dust the sand sticking to their wet suit with one hand. 

To their credit, Sun and Moon do not follow, giving Ellis the space they need to cool down. There’s plenty for them to cook, and they throw themself into that, taking out their hearing aids and pulling their shirt back on so they can focus without being cold. So they don’t notice when Moon reenters, though they do flinch when he drops their hearing aids back in their line of sight. 

“Eat a dick.” Any reply is muffled, indistinct. “An entire dick. You and your… whatever. You’re both assholes. I told you I can’t swim.” Moon’s presence so much later still draws tears to their eyes, and they focus on chopping down the celery for chicken salad. 

They tense when Moon touches their cheek, figuring out how to put their hearing aid in place and turning it on. “You nearly drowned?” Moon asks. 

Ellis continues to chop, the celery at this point nearly juice. They feel Moon hovering, but it’s not something they can just say. They drop the knife, rubbing their eyes with the palm of one hand. “Yeah. When I was a kid.” They try to pick up the knife and drop it, watching it clatter uselessly onto the floor. “Fuck.” 

They bend to pick it up, but Moon stops them, using his foot (safely clad in a shoe) to push it out of the way. “Don’t.”

“I’m fine Moon. I need to cook.” They reach again, nearly lashing out when he wraps an arm around their shoulders. They’re pulled to the little couch not even five feet away. “I don’t need you taking care of me.” 

“Sun sent me in.” Moon settles next to Ellis, giving them space. Just  not enough to get up and leave, as demonstrated when they try and Moon pulls them back down. “Talk.” 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” They aren’t allowed up, Moon’s fingers curled in the collar of their shirt a reminder that they are indeed trapped. “Aren’t you hungry?” No response. Ellis closes their eyes, wondering if they could nap here, but Moon’s stare can be felt even like this. “It’s really not interesting.” 

“I can judge for myself.” 

Ellis sighs and shifts, not wanting to look Moon in the eye. There’s another uncomfortable shrug as they try to release themself from his hold, but Moon isn’t budging. “I drowned when I was fifteen. Kinda nearly died sorta deal and the foster home I was in couldn’t take me to the ER immediately so I just sat in the hall waiting unable to even breathe cause it felt like the water was still in my lungs. I got… I got pneumonia and nearly died. And while I was finally in the hospital, they left my chart open and I saw that I was, am. Intersex. It’s…” They fall quiet, fiddling with their thumbs, trying to pull at a hangnail. “They thought I was a girl and I make the estrogen and stuff, but I don’t… I don’t have a uterus.” 

Moon is silent, and Ellis knows they overshared. They pull their legs up, curling into themself. “I ran away after that,” they finish lamely. “When they wouldn’t even get me the medicine I needed after leaving the hospital. I nearly died again hiding in the woods.” They tighten their grip on themself when Moon lets go of their shirt. 

They did not expect to be pulled into a hug. It’s a little awkward, mostly because they don’t unfold into it, trying instead to make themselves smaller, but Moon doesn’t let go. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t leave or let go, even when Ellis slowly settles, letting their legs drop again. 

Moon lets them lean into his side, stroking their hair. And Ellis finds themself tearing up again, starting to break down. They try to hide their face again, but there’s no disguising the sound. And Moon doesn’t move, just holds them until they settle down. 

“Please don’t make me go back in the water,” Ellis whispers. Moon nods and when they settle more or less against his chest, he squeezes him tight. “Please don’t.” 

“We won’t,” Moon promises, once. Ellis is slow to calm down, feeling more embarrassed by the wet stain they’ve made on Moon’s shirt and their own hot, tired face than anything else. There was something a little… freeing in being honest. In not being okay. 

Moon lets them go back to cooking after he washes the knife, passing it back handle first. Ellis watches as he returns to the beach, to Sun, pulling his hat back on before he reaches his partner. Ellis can’t make out their faces, but they do duck away when Sun and Moon look back to the bungalow. 

The chicken salad isn’t as good without the celery, but the celery also isn’t very usable so they finish the sandwiches, plating them up in time for the back door to open once again. Sun and Moon take their plates and sit to eat. 

“Help me with this Nova,” Sun says, and they pause in taking a bite of their own sandwich. “Is it or is it not a bad idea to try and fix speciality lights on our lonesome, without the proper equipment?”

“The neon lights?” Ellis asks and joins them. “Don’t they work with like the gas in the tubes or something?”

“The gas?”

“Isn’t neon a gas?” they ask, but none of them are entirely sure. The argument—hiring a professional versus trying to DIY it with a welding kit—feels normal. Ellis is laughing at Moon’s insistence that he could do it himself. They start gathering the plates, but Sun stops them. 

“I’ve got it. Go out with Moon and just enjoy the daylight for a bit. Don’t get to see it much with the arcade, huh?” 

Suspiciously nice. Ellis hesitates and Sun manages to wrangle the dishes away while they’re thinking. Moon drops an arm over Ellis’s shoulders. “Keep your shirt on. We’ll stay away from the water.” 

It takes a moment, but they agree, letting Moon guide them back out. The ball’s on the porch, and Moon snags it casually, but he doesn’t move far. He tosses the ball to Ellis while they’re still on the porch. They catch it, waiting for the trick, but Moon just waits, catching it when Ellis tosses it back. 

By the time Sun comes back out, they’re in the sand again, trying to keep the ball from flying too far with each toss. Sun is holding a pair of buckets and shovels, offering them up. “Sand castles?”

Ellis looks from him to Moon and back again. “I’ve never made one before.” 

“Always a good time to start.” They have to catch the bucket and shovel before they can begin, collecting wet sand to bring back to a point of safety away from the water. And Sun nor Moon fight it or given them an odd look. In fact, they treat Ellis very normally. 

And it’s nice. By the end of the afternoon, they are ready to barbeque, shooing Sun and Moon away to enjoy the water while they work. And Sun makes more friends, who brings food over for an impromptu potluck, and someone even compliments Ellis’s “shorts” while discussing the finer points of vinegar and tomato based sauces. Ellis doesn’t hold their vinegar based opinions against them, even if it’s laughably wrong. 

And they’re eating with these other people, Ellis sitting next to Moon, leaning into him as they listen to Sun laugh, and things are okay. They tuck themselves under his arm and pick at their ribs to chew around the bone and it’s good. The day’s been overall good. 

They fall asleep on Moon, missing who picked them up and carried them back into Sue. They don’t miss how, come morning, both their bosses are in the bus, demanding they take them all out for breakfast.

[unreeled]

In a Violent Nature

And the Deep Breaths Between Horrors.

(This article can also be found on my Substack).

It happens a number of times within the film. Facing a choice or a disappointment, Johnny’s shoulders rise and fall in the act of taking a single deep, distinct breath. Then he’ll move, towards the next goal or the sound of muffled voices off in the woods, with a slow gait and little sense of urgency. It’s as if he knows it’s a long walk, but that he’ll get there eventually. Watching the film, you take that walk with him. If there was ever a horror movie to give you time to breathe, In a Violent Nature is it. Set in a remote, woody area of northern Ontario, it’s the story of a group of teens who remove a locket from a rotting fire tower and re-awake the violent entity that it was keeping dormant. And this time, the camera is solely focused on the undead monster that claws itself out of the earth to track them down and slaughter them. 

There’s a certain kind of bravery in making a slasher film that takes its time to move from one stunt to the next, as the classic slasher fan may find themselves bored by the long periods of time spent engrossed in the simple wild. And it’s brave to make a contemplative, slow-burn horror film into a slasher, as the arthouse fan might find the premise too simple. A fan of both, or someone who walks into the theater simply knowing what to expect, will find something clever, thoughtful, and eerie. One standout element of the film is found in its sense of choreography; despite a lack of musical score, there is a rhythm to the entire film. Johnny’s heavy, lumbering steps. The repeated swing of an ax, the perfect way in which the characters move around each other in order to catch or miss a glimpse of one another. Some of its best moments are when you realize that you- and Johnny- can see the next victim up ahead, but they remain oblivious.

In many ways, this film is a spectacle. Shot with a 3:4 aspect ratio and making full use of the Canon EOS C70’s Super 35mm Sensor, In A Violent Nature couldn't be more gorgeous. For a horror film, there is no shying away from daylight or color. Every detail of the landscape found in northern Ontario is laid out for the viewer to take in, from the distant, rolling mountains to the bright greens and yellows of the forest itself. Night time scenes are shot with minimal lighting gear, as the crew attempted to minimize what they would need to move through the location, which creates perfectly stark contrasts between bonfires, porch lights, and the inky darkness of the woods beyond. You are always immersed in this place. Of the look of the film, director Chris Nash says they wanted to create an environment “where you almost feel the threat of being alone in the woods by itself, without a big, old monster man with an axe hunting you down.”

This effect is honed in on in the lack of a musical score. The only thing you hear in the film is what Johnny hears. The crunch and brush of leaves, the flow of water, the whistle of birds. The revving of a truck, the distant argument between the cast of survivors, and muffled music coming from the radio inside their cabin. Or, of course, the crunch of bone. 

Word-of-mouth says that in the screenings of this film, audience members vomited from the gore. It’s an age-old rumor that accompanies any film with a body count, but it might be understandable, if true. With a director like Nash- who has a slightly longer history in special effects than he does directing- the film could only turn out adequately gory. The kills are brutal, disgusting, sometimes absurd, and a fantastic time all the way through. Anyone with an appreciation for the practical side of gory special effects will get a kick out of the moments that Johnny settles on a weapon and gets to work. 

The other joy of In a Violent Nature is in its performances. Caught only through brief glimpses of stories around the campfire or conversations out on a dock, the core cast of survivors (played by Andrea Pavlovic, Cameron Love, Liam Leone, Lea Rose Sebastianis, Alexander Oliver, Charlotte Creaghan, and Sam Roulston) share an incredible chemistry that instantly gives a sense of their relationships and their corresponding parts to play in the slasher narrative. The roles filled by Timothy Paul McCarthy, Lauren-Marie Taylor, and Reese Presley are no less fantastic when they step onto the scene, conveniently looking elsewhere until it’s their time to face down Johnny. 

And speaking of Johnny, Ry Barrett never says a word in the role, but never does the character fall flat. There are sparks of personality hidden underneath his mannerisms, from the things that catch his curiosity to the casual way he slings an ax. The way he carries himself is both imposing and perfectly natural-- for him, if not for anyone else. Barrett was recast in the role after the previous star had to step back, and a large chunk of the film had to be reshot. Nash states in an interview for Points of Reviews that there was an initial belief that, because the character is in costume and rarely viewed from an onwards angle, that some of these shots could be worked together, but that wasn’t wholly the case. He says, “There are so many things with the performance that are important, in just how they carry themselves, the gait of their walk, just the weight of their footfalls.” That importance shows through in the final cut of the film, which is a phenomenal piece of performance on the part of Barrett. 

In a Violent Nature is, in many ways, exactly what it calls itself. The concept of a slasher film from the slasher’s point of view might be a simple one, but in its execution, it becomes a standout piece of filmmaking. The care put into every second of its runtime shows through in a viewing experience that will leave you looking a little closer at the woods you drive through on your way home from the theater; partly because they’re beautiful, and partly because you never know what they could hide. 

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Some articles referenced in this review (that I recommend reading!):

In a Violent Nature Film Review (with Director Chris Nash)

Sundance: DP Pierce Derks on In a Violent Nature

Sundance Slasher In a Violent Nature puts Northern Ontario Front and Center

[cookidoughlilac]

Space

It's been 5(ish) years since I've written for the Thunderbirds community, but I am back with something new! It's an alternate ending to Impact, because if you don't hurt or kill your favs every once in a while, are they really your favs? :)

Enjoy~

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“All hands abandon ship. This is not a drill.”

She’d never had to give an evacuation order before. Though, if Ridley had time to sit back and consider the situation, she’d never had a rocket-controlled comet hurling through space towards her before. In a way that could only be regarded as humorous in the face of imminent death, the fact that she’d arrested pirates before she’d ordered a full abandonment of Global One was… funny. 

Could she call it funny? There was a giant comet headed her way with no way of stopping, the final shuttle to leave the impact zone was short one seat, and, upon looking out of the window of the central hub, she could see the march of death inch ever closer. Even if said deathly omen was disguised as an obnoxiously large ball of frozen water and rock.

Yes, the situation she found herself in was funny, she decided. Hilarious, even.

Why do I feel so numb?

The holographic image of John appeared back in her line of sight, an expectant look on his face. This was the face he used when on the job. It was rare she saw it - usually he was offering her a smile, or a look of amused delight. He never showed her this face, the one reserved for total concentration on life-or-death situations. Right, of course, she had to clue him in about what was happening. She was the captain of Global One after all. She had a job to do as much as he did.

“The shuttles are clear.”  Ridley couldn’t tell if her voice sounded different. She quietly hoped that she’d been able to hold her composure for four words.

When John let out a breath of relief, her heart sank. She’d wanted to fool him, to make him believe that she was safe, but oh how it felt wrong to lie. She knew that he was only doing his job. He didn’t mean to be the bearer of bad news. It was his job to offer the facts. The main fact being that Global One was about to undergo rapid disassembly not by builder bots, but by a bit of space rock. 

It’s not lying, her mind supplied, the shuttles are clear. You’re just not clear with them. You’ve not lied, you’ve just omitted parts of the truth.

If only omitting parts of the truth could ease one’s nerves.

“Good. If the comet hits at least no one’s on board.” John’s voice was calm, relieved. He believed her to be safe. She’d be touched if she wasn’t so preoccupied with what to do next. 

What were the dwindling options available to her? 

She could try turning on the station’s jets, moving Global One to a safer position outside of the impact zone. An option borne from wishful thinking - Global One wasn’t built to move great distances in such short windows of time. Attempting to move with so little time could cause the comet to hit one side of the station, resulting in a spinning wreckage or worse. Cleaning up a large space wreck was difficult enough - the cleanup after Eden had taken weeks - but catching a wayward wreckage before it became a hazard to other satellites? Even for the famous Thunderbirds, it would be a hassle. Not to mention that John and EOS were probably monitoring Global One and would be alerted to any movement.

No, Ridley quietly considered, We can’t risk moving.

Another option was to play the damsel in distress and plead for John to rescue her. Morally, it was the wrong thing to do. She’d be asking John to put his life at risk to save hers. Worse, she knew it wouldn’t take much to convince him at all. Between his duty as a member of International Rescue and their ‘friendship’… it would be all too easy to bring him into the impact zone. 

It would be killing two birds with one stone whichever way it went. If the combined manoeuvring power of Global One and Thunderbird 5 were enough to clear the impact zone before the comet hit, everyone would be safe.

But if they weren’t quick enough…

Thunderbird 5 and Global One would be destroyed. John, EOS and yourself would die.

Another option out of the window.

With no alternative means of escape, her metaphorical wings were clipped. Ridley was no better than a sitting duck, left to await her fate. The most realistic of all options was to find a cosy corner aboard Global One, sit back, and accept that there was little else she could do to remedy her predicament. If she was lucky, the comet’s collision would put an end to her misery instantly. She didn’t want to experience oxygen deprivation again. The Eden Incident was enough to last a lifetime. 

Perhaps music will help. 

Listening to her favourite songs would certainly make for a cinematic end to her life as a GDF Captain. Granted, Ridley assumed it would be a little less glamorous than the movies made it out to be, but if her flame was to be extinguished, she wanted it to be memorable. Perhaps she’d rig the music to play across the speakers of Global One, to make the affair truly spectacular. 

Would she sit by the window to watch the comet get closer, or would that make her too nervous? A window seat would give her the best view in the house. House? Space station? No, house definitely worked better in that phrase. 

Ridley involuntarily shivered. Dread was starting to seep into every fibre of her being.

“O’Bannon?”

Pull yourself together woman!  Take a breath. Perform. Everything’s alright.

“Hm? Oh, sorry, John. I was just preparing a message to command. Gotta warn them of our unexpected arrival.” She paused, chuckled, cleared her throat and then continued, “What did you say?”

I should warn command that the crew are on their way, not just claim that I am.

“Is there anyone else on board?” John’s voice was patient. Understanding. As though he knew she’d be distracted with captaining her crew. 

What if the crew alert him to my remaining on Global One?

“Everyone is accounted for, John. Global One is as empty as the day she was completed.”

“That’s a relief to hear. Virgil and Alan are attempting to drill to the comet’s core and plant an explosive, but with their current progress it’s unlikely detonation will occur before Global One is hit.”

Ridley winced at the wording. She couldn’t blame John. If he knew she was still on board, he wouldn’t have mentioned how close the comet truly was. Granted, if he was aware that she was forced to stay behind, he would have figured out a way to come to her rescue. 

Tell him.

“How long do you think it will be before the comet hits?” Ridley asked, glancing at the flickering image of John to offer him a half-hearted grin, “Command will want as many time stamps as I can give them.”

“EOS estimates about five minutes at most.”

Ridley blinked, taken aback momentarily at how quickly time had passed. She braved a look at the window, blood running cold at the sight of the comet taking up the entire expanse beyond the glass. With the closing distance, she could see Thunderbird 3 attending the scene, attached to the comet’s nucleus as they drilled further into the rock.

Five minutes until her life would come to a grinding halt. 

At most, a song and a half. 

I suppose there’s no place like the central hub to await the embrace of death. Would it be wrong of me to put on Space? I know it’s a love song that has nothing to do with this beautiful, endless void… but…

“John? Are you still there?”

Tell him. Ridley, you have to tell him.

“I’m here, Captain. Is everything alright? You sound… tired.”

Tell him what? I'm still on Global One? There wasn’t a seat spare for me? I’m about to die? Your brothers will discover my body amongst the wreckage? I’m scared? I love you?  Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t do that. I can’t do that to John.

Ridley tore her eyes away from the comet outside the window, settling on John’s flickering image. His previously serious expression had morphed into one of concern. It tugged painfully at her chest, knowing that she was the cause of his worry. 

“I’m fine, John. I’d forgotten to mention during the match earlier that I wasn’t going to be around next week for our usual handball. I was going to be virtually sitting in on a meeting, but now I’ll probably just attend it in person.”

Another glance at the window confirmed that the comet was still edging closer. She could see the damned orange rocket emblazoned with the logo of Fischler Industries clearly at this distance. Compared to the dull rock, it stuck out like a sore thumb. No doubt it would look just as out of place amongst the clean blues and whites of her space station. 

Around two minutes until impact.  Tell him.

“Oh, is that so?” John’s voice took on a hint of disappointment, shattering her heart further in guilt, “I’ll just have to use next week to practice my technique. When you come back, I’ll smash you.”

Tell him.

Ridley couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at him. “Is that so, Tracy? Don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

At John’s stammer and rapidly pinkening blush, she laughed. The cold numbness she’d felt before had given way to lightness. Acceptance of the inevitable. Not even the looming presence of the comet outside could rattle her anymore. It felt nice.

It’s now or never. Ridley, tell him. Or you’ll never get the chance to.

“I’m only messing with you, John, don’t worry. But you know I won’t believe it until I see it! Either I have a natural talent for handball, or you’re purposefully letting me win!”

“Ha, I suppose you’ll just have to find out at our next match. I’ll even the scores, just you wait, Captain.”

30 seconds, if we’re lucky. This is your last chance to tell him. Please don’t let him go.

“Anyway, as much as it’s a joy to talk with you, I’m sure command will require me soon to give an account of what’s happened. I’ll talk to you later. See you round, spaceman. You too, EOS, since I know you’re listening. Bye!”

I’m so sorry John. Please don’t forget me. I love you.

[niffler-gold]

Went out paddelbording earlier today and had a seal pop up close to me. Got my head thinking and of course a story popped up.

Never shared any of my stories before let alone wrote them down so please be kind x.

For once people had decided not to get into trouble leaving the Tracy boys with a rare afternoon off. Somehow Gordon had convinced them all to head down to the beach. It had been close, Scott grumbled he had a load of paperwork along with maintenance on thunderbird 1 to complete. And John said he would rather not leave the shade of the villa for fears of freckles and sunburn to come. But as soon as the aquanaut had recruited puppy dog eyes aka Alan to his mission the rest of the family soon gave in and headed down to the cove beach.

When they got down there Alan saw the old paddelbordes stacked neatly away and insisted they got them out. "Awe come on, what's the point of having them if we never use them" he wined at no one in particular. Surprisingly it was Virgil who carefully dropped down his sketch pad and went to lift them off the rack. Scott soon followed suit and in extreme Tracy brother efficiency all the boards were in the water in no time at all.

Gordon took no second to spare and literally ran and jumped onto the bored managing to keep his feet and paddled out further into the bay. Alan followed suit except misjudged his feet placement (it was nothing like his space hover board he thought to himself as he fell) and fell sideways into the water. Virgil climbed onto the board before standing and following the tinies out all the while keeping an eye on the recently space bound brother as he got carefully onto his knees before paddling out himself. Scott however took a second before deciding his approach (and to make sure they all got off the shore safely but he would never say it out loud). The next thing he knew he was running and jumping just like his littlest brothers and not quite as steady as Gordon but at least he stayed on unlike Alan, started to paddle out to catch up with the rest.

By the time Scott caught up with them Alan and Gordon were into a very intense water fight using their paddles to spray various amounts of water at each other. John had settled with his legs over the side of the board watching his brothers get increasingly soaked as the minutes passed by. Virgil had fully spread out and was sunbathing somewhat oblivious to the carnage happening just a little away from him. Scott decided to sit down with his legs in the water as well and saw no better opportunity then now to catch up with the spaceman and check in.

As the minutes ticked by Virgil suddenly sat up and looked around. Scott and John immediately took notice and in nearly perfect unison said "what's wrong" both with slightly bemused tones. "It's too quiet" he decreed. They all looked at each other with slightly concerned looks and immediately looked to see where the tinies had got to. And sure enough they weren't where they had been. Instead they were slightly further out. Paddeling away from the three older boys.

Gordon was a lot further than Alan and by the time they had caught up with them Alan said "Gordon says he saw someone swimming in the water further out". They all stopped in their tracks at that statement. Virgil looked confused but worried. John immediately contacted eos and asked for a life sign check and Scott looked at Alan and said "did you see anything". "No" came back the small reply. "It's probably just seaweed" Virgil replied looking first at Alan then giving Scott a raised eyebrow. Eos suddenly replied "only 5 lifesigns around for 150 miles John" "thanks eos" came the reply from the spaceman. "Well that's that" said Virgil. Scott was in the middle of forming his reply when they heard a cry from Gordon. Turning in unison they saw Gordon fall spectacularly off his board, none of the usual grace of the swimmer could be seen. "Mother-fu...." Was all that could be heard. Immediately they saw what had caused the fall. A huge seal had dove out of the water scaring the wits out of Gordon, and had claimed his board for himself.

Gordon reappeared a moment later, coughing and spluttering but still holding his paddle in his hand. "You absolute ashole" he yelled at the seal. The seal appeared to be laughing at the aquanaut from his new perch on the board. Seeing that their brother was alright the rest of the Tracy began hysterical laughing at the misfortune and scare that Gordon had got. Gordon swam back to the bored and started waving his arms and paddle yelling "get, will you" the seal gracefully flopped off the board as Gordon pulled himself back up and reappeared a few meters away still making his calling laughing bark sound. By this time the rest of the boys had caught up to him and through a lot of laughing still checked him over to make sure he hadn't hurt himself when he fell off.

Gordon was physically fine but his pride had been severely bruised going by his flushed cheeks and grumpy demure. The boys watched as the seal swam gracefully off and out of the bay with astonishment. By the time Gordon had composed himself Alan was still laughing. And the rest of the brothers were trying hard to hide their grins and snickers. "You think this is funny do you space boy" he directed towards Alan. Next thing any of them knew he had jumped off his board and onto Alan's shoving him off. He turned towards the rest with his usual grin flashing at them. "Who's next". The next hour passed with brothers spending more time in the water than on the boards.

When they finally reached shore again all of them were dripping wet. They loaded the boards back onto the rack and headed back up the path to the villa. Safe to say Gordon did not hear the end of this one for a very long time.

[sapphoherselz]

Writing this in my docs cause it keeps deleting on tumblr!! SO, third time is the charm…

Lesbian andreil based on a fic a was working on “one of your girls"

NSFW!!!

Comphet

Writing sucks!! So, Alexa play Picture You by Chappelle Roan

1. Neal and Andrea are not in love with eo, they’re just very good roomates and Neal is 100% straight and is going to end up with a man even though she has never felt any physical or emotional attraction to the opposite gender, until

2. Andrea usually brings her hookups to their apartment, and Neal usually leaves said apartment to give them some privacy, UNTIL

3. Neal has the apartment to herself one night, and she decides to follow her friends advice and explore by herself because apparently “you need to know what you like before trying it with another person”;

4. so, she watches porn, she read some articles but it's doing nothing to her, even if she’s tying to mimic what they're doing, UN TIL;

5. Andrea comes home and she’s brought someone over! Neal's hearing is very good and the walls are very thin so she can hear everything they’re doing;

6. everything, meaning the passion in their kisses, the hurried footsteps and…Andrea leaving her one night stand on her bed while she goes sitting on a chair because apparently she prefers to give orders and watch how their partners pleasure themselves;

7. And look, Neal is not a pervert or a voyeur or anything like that but she was there first and she’s going to get an orgasm out of her, come hell or high water!

8. It's not her fault if she can hear Andrea so clearly it's almost as if the blonde is whispering in her hear, it's not her fault if the "You're gonna touch yourself for me, Nath”, the order being given, the ever present authority combined with this intimate moment making Andrea's voice huskier than usual, or the accidental use of her almost-ex-name, that make all of her senses feel heightened; goosebumps rise delicately on the length of her arms and legs, the faint fragrance of cigarette that always seems to follow the blond seeping through the gaps of the wood pattern into her bed, wrapping her tightly;

9. It's not her fault if she starts touching herself just like Andrea is telling her partner-for-the-night to, her ears perked as if she were a puppy, trying to catch the faintest breath of air escaping from Andrea;

10. It's not her fault that the blonde's voice, once it comes, is as flat as it usually is, devoid of any emotion, reminding her one-night stand to slow down and Neal can't help the thoughts flooding in her head, telling her that she's doing good and wondering if the other would praise her if she knew, if she were the one- the mere thought is enough to make her her hips buck and jerk unconsciously against her cupped hand and…oh. That’s different, that's good;

11. It’s not her fault if she has to bring the unoccupied hand to her red-bitten lips as a a faint wail slips its way out of her, hips still oscillating despite the fear of being caught; the touch makes her feel ashamed but stimulated at the same time, heaving breaths getting out of her opened lips as silently as she can;

12. It's not her fault that she starts mouthing Andrea's name, wishing she were the one screaming her name, instead of having to swallow it down as she keeps rubbing oh so slowly, her long legs shaking, eyes half open and half closed, wisps of sweaty hair sticking to skin;

13. It's not her fault that once she comes, her vision blurring, her body trembling greatly as if an earthquake had taken place in her body, her hand still moving as if it had a mind of its own, that she wanted the wall between them to disappear, to have the blonde leaning over, her chest against her back, kissing her shoulder, her neck, whispering sweet nothings in her ear;

14. But that can’t never, ever happen because Neal is a straight woman, she's not attracted to Andrea and this whole night was just a fluke;

15. Neal throws these false hopes away as far as she could, as soon as they came. She has not even an ounce of strength left, simply letting the wall support her weight with a far-away look in her eyes, still gasping for breath and listened unwillingly as the other woman came off from the high, wondering if she was being helped cleaning herself, if her hair was being played with, if her forehead had been kissed…

16. But Neal didn't need any of this, she could do it on her own. She lays on her side, her knees up to her chest and shivering from the cold of the night, a hand resting on her own head, twirling a few curls, scratching her scalp, imagining a larger hand, a rougher touch…

17. And if Neal falls asleep, still muttering her roomates name, that's nobody's business;

…

18. And if Andrea had almost said the wrong name, lost in the red curls and freckled skin, if she had pursed that woman because she resembled one annoying roomate of hers…then it's really her business, and no-one else's.

[driftward]

Log Entries 113-140

Log Entry 113

She woke up late. She never wakes up late.

At least we still went for her morning run. Well, morning. Barely. It was lunch time when we got back. She washed up, changed outfit, went to the meeting room where the company usually has their lunch, and announced to everyone present that the courtship between her and the Chirurgeon had ended.

And then she retreated.

The Madam Commander is acting in paradox. Frantic, yet still. Bubbling full of emotion, silent as ice. Hands reaching for tasks, yet nothing accomplished.

I have seen her here before, and I am afraid. I cannot keep her safe this time.

I want her to take care of herself. I want to prepare. She is going to self isolate. We need food, water, books.

Stupid, stupid.

Log Entry 115

The Madam Commander’s brother is still at headquarters, which I did not fully appreciate. She went to him. The Leftenant was there as well, but whatever they were doing, they put it aside to let her stay.

Nothing happened. We’re well fed and there’s plenty of tea.

Log Entry 117

She sent the Mathye a fruit basket. I looked back through Lily and Foxglove’s notes. I’m pretty certain this is the wrong way to handle a break up. I referenced some stories from the archives.

They’re no help.

My own guidance recommends that, if opportunity presents itself, to send someone with relationship difficulties back from the field to sort it out so they are better able to focus on what’s right in front of them.

Guess we aren’t meant to be counselors.

Log Entry 118

I was so worried that I didn’t notice at first, but!

Something’s changed.

She wakes alone, but from that moment, she does not stay alone. If there is nobody where she intends to be, she seeks until she finds somebody.

Our friends accept us. She does not talk as much, but they seem happy to just have her there, and it’s a relief, I’m relieved, she’s not brooding, well she IS but she’s brooding with company, and most importantly, no running off to perform ill advised experiments with insufficient supervision.

I am not sufficient supervision. Noting that here should it come up again. She’s too big and too heavy for me to move by myself. That’s important to note. I’m noting it.

Log Entry 119

She could stand more variety in her diet.

Log Entry 124

She practically lives in the workshop, now. I think she’s determined that’s where her friends are likely to either be, or where they’ll look for her first. And she’s taken to machinery with enthusiasm.

Which is great! I can also access schematics! In theory. Fairies did lots of things back in ancient Nym. I am an Eos-class, so while I am specialized for helping my Scholar in field triage situations, fairies like me had other jobs, too!

And I am so much more than most fairies. I bet I could pick this up no sweat. Just me and her and her crew, working on these submersicraft and aerocraft.

Soon as I can interact with reality I’m going to bite everyone and everything. This is terrible has been terrible and continues to be terrible.

Log Entry 130

The Madam Commander is more worried about the Crystalficer as time goes on, and I think she’s right! Whatever has happened to the Crystalficer is eerily familiar to what happened to us. Everything was fine, right, until everything was very. Not fine.

The Marine seems to disagree. Where’s her fairy. Where’s Glitterdust. I want to talk to her instead.

A joke! I am hilarious. I still can’t talk to anyone.

Anyroad, worries about the Apple are on pause for now. It seems that someone else has recognized the Madam Commander’s excellence, and asked for her services.

An investigation. This is great, actually! It is well past time. The Madam Commander has recovered her strength well enough, if not her essence. She has been practicing with gunblade and chakram; so she is armed enough. She is smart, and clever, and even without me, she will be alright. The Marine and the Leftenant are never far from her side, and there are others she can call on.

And frankly this is better than her spending all her time in the workshop avoiding thinking about the Chirurgeon.

So, murder most grisly in the home of the land spirits! I wonder if they will be able to see me. We are off!

Log Entry 138

I have missed this.

Lily told me stories of their early adventures, and I have bits and pieces of Foxglove’s gestalt, to say nothing of my own memories.

Simply, my Scholar is an investigator.

And it is in an investigation that she is most in her element.

We’ve been directed to examine some bodies. I want to tell her what I can see! I want to help! I can see what’s wrong almost immediately. Their physical form may be whole, but their essence is depleted - further than even death would suggest, given how long they have been dead. If I was more here than not here, I could help perform the autopsy work.

But my Scholar is an investigator.

And while I have been helpful in the past, she doesn’t NEED need me for this.

Watching her work is a marvel. The way she notices every detail of a scene. The way she manages to see things nobody else does, not even me. The care with which she acts. The way she puts pieces of information together.

I thought I would try to help. And I think she managed to see the world I do, just for a moment, I’m… I’m not sure. But she saw the essence depletion, same as me.

A small puzzle piece! The Adept and the Marine are both here. She called on them both, and set them to work, and began to put the matter together.

It’s so good to be back in the field like this.

Log Entry 139

The Crystalficer was still on her mind, and so we went to their home. A small living craft, worthy of any proper Nymian. Her and the Marine disagreed on some matters, even as she examined the ship and noted it had been abandoned.

She wanted to go inside. The Marine disagreed.

It was a risk, but we took it. Just the slightest nudge, right? Just a brief touch, through, and I had her hand through the door and opening it from the other side.

I don’t think the Marine noticed. We examined the boat, and oh, my Scholar is so very very clever! I thought we were only working on the one case, but in fact, we were working on two! She determined that the Crystalficer was very probably the grisly murderer in the home of the land spirits!

Or… something infesting and controlling the Crystalficer.

A voidsent.

We are about to go investigate further.

Log Entry 139 addendum

IT WAS NOT A VOIDSENT HOLY SHITE IT WAS NOT A VOIDSENT THIS MAY BE MY FINAL LOG

Log Entry 140

The Crystalficer is back home, safe.

She had… summoned… a unique sort of egi. Now, I don’t know as much about egis as I would like. They are creatures of aether, like me. They are created via sophisticated geometry, like me. But while I tap into anima energies and am formed of symbolic logic, an egi… borrows… primal aether. Sort of like living aether, but elementally charged, and shaped by some kind of conceptual logic.

It was a terrible creature. I could call it a voidsent, I think, for it was full of the chaotic aether with which I am now all too familiar. It had many arms of dangerous blades. It was fast, and dangerous.

I was faster. I am still not sure how I did it, but at one point, I reached, and pulled myself and my Scholar through the in-between.

We avoided the worst of its strikes. We fought back.

It did not dissipate fully when defeated. A part of it is still part of the Apple. It will always be part of her, the Scholar opines.

I look upon it with a faint feeling of horror.

We may be different, but we are the same. Her egi… my Scholar’s fairy… me.

Our aether showing streaks of the strong mix of static and chaos. I know not where her egi got it from. I got the static from the Atelier, so long ago, pulled from the malfunctioning device, to protect my Scholar. And the chaos… again. That from the spaces we visited abyss. I took it to protect my Scholar.

But what if … I am the same as that thing?

A fairy is a symbolic construct that serves their Scholar.

But that thing defended the Crystalficer as viciously as I would defend my Scholar.

And I am clearly not a proper fairy anymore.

No. I won’t do it. And that’s that.

[thelov3lybookworm]

When Shadows Ward Off The Darkness (Prologue)

Summary: The mermaid has a secret mission, and she is nervous.

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A/n: sooooooo....... I AM YOUR SECRET SANTa MY LOVELY @bibliophiliaxvignette !!!!! siiiikeeeee!!!

im hoping me pretending to not be your santa worked and i hoped i was successful in fooling you lol

hehe im so excited aaahhhhh

i hope you like it 😉🤭❣

(also, this prologue happens after a few parts, towards the end, ya know? it only really exists to get your interest piqued 🤭)

anyways, enjoy!

@acotargiftexchange

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The sun beat down on Gwyneth, and she turned her head towards the light, savouring the feeling of it on her skin.

It was not everyday that she got to feel the feeling of the air in her lungs and in her hair, the sun and wind caressing her skin, what with her being holed up underwater by her mother.

But being able to come up to the human lands wasn't fun either when you had an agenda behind your visit.

Gwyn sighed, glancing to where she could see the silouhette of the homes the humans lived in, before she dived into the water, moving her lithe body in the way that her mind knew how to before her body did, the way that had been embedded in her blood before she was even born, before she even knew of her heritage.

As she swam her way towards her destination, she observed the fishes that swam alongside her, the way the light from the fading sun danced on their colourful scales.

Thinking about how beautiful the scene under the water looked was better than thinking about what she had been tasked to do.

Before she knew it, she had already reached the place where she always met him, and she took in a deep gulp of oxygen from the water using the gills on her neck, and let herself surface, hoping that he would not be there.

Of course, fate had begun being cruel to Gwyn recently, and she found him reclined on a fallen tree, one of his leg propped up and the other stretched out, looking as carefree as ever.

He didn't notice her at first, whistling softly as he leaned back on an elbow, staring up at the birds circling near the still standing trees, and her being in no hurry to have his full attention on her, simply studied him. It was already difficult enough thinking about what her mother had tasked her to do, and she knew if he gave her his signature charming grin, she would crumble.

At that moment, the force of how unready she was hit her, and her gills fluttered, trying to do the job her lungs were failing at.

To no avail, as the moment she tried to draw in a breath, he glanced towards the waters, and a beautiful smile split his face.

"Gwyneth."

FUCK.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392

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From @alexthefly

From @alexthefly to @gaviiadastra

FUN AND GAMES NIGHT

The prompts:

A Tracy Island games night;

Something’s cooking in the kitchen;

Put the mess in domestic.

Rating: teen

Content warnings:

Moderate whump (fracture, soft tissue injuries);

Alcohol throughout (no drunkenness);

Flirting, including innuendo and one sex mention;

One instance of swearing.

Other warnings: a bit of Pen & Ink included in this one; hope that's ok.

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A familiar combination of thrusters, VTOL and a slightly-delayed sonic boom signalled Thunderbird One's return to the island. Gordon immediately felt his heart-rate leap a hundred beats.

“They’re here! Action stations! Alan, fluff the cushions; Virgil, get the food; Kayo…”

Whatever task Gordon had been about to assign to her fizzled away in a blaze of epic side-eye.

“...just kick back and relax, ok? No biggie.”

He backed away a few steps just to be safe, but his sister seemed satisfied, pointedly putting her feet back up on the coffee table before returning to her romance book. 

Any other day the temptation to comment on her choice of reading material would be far too much to bear, however hazardous to his health such a comment might be, but today he had other things occupying his mind.

“What can I do?” asked John, making to get up just as Virgil - already on his feet - pushed him firmly back down onto the sofa.

“You can stay right there, Mister,” he said, voice full-medic stern. “You know the rules. First night down from Five means no unnecessary moving around.”

John rolled his eyes and muttered something in Russian, but thankfully stayed where he was. 

Gordon flashed the big man a grateful smile on his way past to the kitchen. The last thing he needed right now was a certified space-case causing a danger to himself and others.

Not tonight.

“Shall I get some tunes ready?” Alan had already pulled his tablet out from behind a pillow and started tapping. “I’ve got a great playlist I’ve been working o-”

“Is it video game music?” asked Kayo, not even looking up.

“Yeah?”

“No!” The chorus was unanimous.

“Aww, but it’s not like normal video games. It’s this really cool mix of techno and-”

“NO!”

Alan pouted. “Oh, so I guess you'd all rather listen to Fish-boy’s sea shanties and Europop?”

“Hey!”

Gordon was all ready to defend his frankly impeccable musical taste, but John was clearly not in a mood for bickering.

“EOS, could you put on playlist P3 please?”

“Of course John.”

And with that the room was filled with gentle contemporary music - upbeat but not too raucous, neither intrusive nor dull - ideal for an evening with company. Obviously it was no Wellerman, but it wasn’t half bad. 

“Would you like some ambient lighting as well?”

“Not right now, thankyou EOS” replied John, ruffling Alan’s hair as he sat back down with a huff. “Is everything okay up there? Any calls? I could dial in if you need me?”

“Absolutely not,” said Kayo, an edge of menace in her voice. “You’re staying right where you are. Grandma’s orders.”

John scowled.

“Really John, there’s no need,” continued EOS. “I’m perfectly capable of handling things for one evening.”

Gordon noted the slight drop of his big brother’s shoulders but decided not to tug on that thread just now. Gravity always did a number on John the first night down, and it had been known to make him grumpy and homesick.

Virgil wandered back in carrying a big bucket filled with ice water, bottles of beer, prosecco, and cans of soda. With every step another puddle of ice water sloshed over the side and onto the floor.

“Allie, get a cloth would you? And could someone get some glasses out please? I’m kinda weighed down here.”

Kayo and Alan each grabbed one of John’s shoulders, using them to both pin him down and haul themselves up. The older man started to object, but was distracted by a ping on Alan’s tablet beside him.

“Scott’s on his way up now.”

Oh god oh god oh god. 

Gordon had the sudden and inexplicable urge to dunk his head in the bucket Virgil had just set down, but instead decided to busy himself with robustly re-plumping the chair pillows while bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

“So everything’s ready, right? Place is tidy, drinks are out, games are stacked, food’s in hand… Are we all set? Should I open a window? It’s kinda hot in here.” Am I sweating? “Maybe I should go change-”

“Breathe Gordon.” soothed Virgil, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The weight of it felt good. Calming. “This isn’t a state dinner; just a normal games night like we’ve done a thousand times before. Nothing to get worked up about.”

Gordon scoffed. “Except it’s not though, is it? ‘Cos those other times it was just us, not-”

There was a ding and the elevator doors slid open.

“Right through here Lady Penelope.” Scott Tracy, suave as always, smoothly waved their guest into the room. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and we’ll get started.”

“Thankyou Scott. And sorry again that you had to come and collect me…”

And there she was. Penelope.

Perfection personified. The epitome of class and grace. A beautiful angel with a heart of gold and a spine of steel, whose voice was a song and whose smile could reduce whole armies to-

“Gordon, what on earth are you doing to that cushion?”

Huh?

He looked down at his hands to see the pillow he’d been fluffing, now scrunched and twisted over and over as if he were trying to throttle the poor thing. As he stared down trying to compute the mess of fabric and stuffing it suddenly disappeared from his hands, and then something was shoving him in the back, causing him to stumble forwards over his own feet. He recovered just in time to spot Virgil throwing the battered scatter cushion back behind the sofa, grinning from ear to ear.

Oh, there will be vengeance…

Right now though she was looking at him and oh god he needed to say something.

“Uh…”

Quick as you like, Tracy.

“Er…” His throat made a strange sort of rasping sound.

Any words will do!

“Lady Penelope!” he squeaked. “Welcome in! Come here! I mean come in. Welcome here. You’re welcome here. To our home I mean. This home. Where we…”

He glanced over and caught sight of Kayo, face in hand, shaking her head behind the temporary bar they’d set up for the evening.

“Drink!” he exclaimed, just a little too loudly. “Can I… Would you like a drink?”

The small, knowing smile she gave him was all at once thrilling and completely mortifying; a glorious little needle of light straight through his poor, mortal little heart.

“That would be wonderful. Thankyou Gordon.”

Cheeks burning, he slumped off to the bar and a consolatory shoulder nudge from Kayo while Scott showed Penelope to the seating area. Virgil scooted around them and disappeared back down to the kitchen, throwing him a sympathetic look on the way.

After getting their guest settled, Scott casually folded himself down on the sofa next to her. “So how come Parker didn’t join us tonight? He was more than welcome.”

Gordon loudly shovelled a scoopful of ice into a long glass and then reached for the schnapps.

Stupid Never-flustered Always-has-the-right-words Scott Tracy…

“He wasn’t feeling too good I’m afraid. He said something about Lilian’s casserole disagreeing with him, but to be honest I suspect it was probably more to do with the FA cup final showing on BBC.”

Cranberry, orange wedge…

Kayo cleared her throat softly. “So what drink was it you wanted, Lady Penelope?”

Gordon’s brain short-circuited, vodka in hand. 

What.. drink?

He replayed the conversation - such as it had been - through again in his head.

…Dammit, he forgot to ask! He’d been so flummoxed he’d ended up mixing on autopilot.

“Oh, anything really. Whatever you’re all having.” Penelope looked over curiously. “What’s that you have there, Gordon?”

Aww hell.

“It’s a… umm… Sex on the Beach.”

Now it was John’s turn to facepalm while Alan snickered from behind his tablet. Even Scott snorted before passing it off with a hasty clear of the throat. 

Lady Penelope, however, held Gordon’s gaze, expression inscrutable, then ever so slowly arched one perfectly coiffured eyebrow.

“Well, that sounds interesting. But perhaps just some wine for now and we’ll see how we get on.”

There was a squeak beside him, and Kayo ducked down behind the bar giggling. Alan snort-coughed and had to be hit on the back by John, who was at least trying - somewhat painfully - to keep a straight face. Scott just grinned at him.

Gordon stood there, stunned into inertia, though he wasn’t quite sure if it was his own mortification holding him back or the slight hint of mischief in Penelope’s eye, almost as if…

Nope, he was definitely imagining it.

Scott looked from one to the other for a moment then, chuckling to himself, jumped to his feet and strode over to the bar.

“C’mon Fish,” he said quietly, grabbing a champagne flute off the bar top and flashing his best, most reassuring, big brother smile. “Let’s go choose a game and get this thing started.”

Gordon nodded, dumbfounded. He grabbed his ridiculous but perfectly mixed drink, complete with little novelty umbrella, and trudged over to the seating area.

Alan was already giving the assembled group a run-down of the various choices lined up for the evening. “We’ve got all your classics like backgammon, chess, battleships, guess who…”

“Those are all for two people, Allie,” said Scott, grabbing himself a beer and pouring Penelope her wine. “How about something we can all play?”

“Clue then?”

“That needs six. We’ve got seven.”

“I don’t mind sitting out the first round if you need me to,” Penelope said gently, accepting her drink.

“Not a chance,” said John firmly. “You’re our guest.”

Alan looked around, confused. “Wait, who’s the seventh?” 

Kayo passed him a soda from the bucket. 

“Uh, Virgil(?)”

“Oh yeah.”

““Oh yeah” he says,” came Virgil’s voice over the ‘comms. “How soon I’m forgotten(!)”

“Sorry Virg!” Alan slurped his soda loudly, earning him a frown from both Scott and Gordon. “Guess I’m just too hungry to think. Where’s the food at?”

“It’s coming. Just waiting for the vol-au-vents to puff up.”

Alan nearly spat out his soda. 

“Vol-au-vents?! What happened to our wings and chi- Oww!” 

A pillow flew across the room and caught Alan right upside the head. He got back up and glared at Gordon, who was already gearing up for another throw. 

“Whatcha do that for?”

Penelope looked from one to the other, realisation dawning. 

“I do hope you didn’t go to any trouble, Virgil. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not at all. Really, it’s all in hand. I’ll be up in a few.” 

And with that the comms blinked off.

John swayed forward in his seat. “Y’know, I might go give him a hand…”

“Sit down, John!” ordered Scott, clearly done with them all by this point.

John remained there for a second, possibly weighing up the odds of making a run for it, then sat back down, arms folded definitely-not-at-all petulantly. 

“...Fine.”

“What about Monopoly?” suggested Penelope, clearly trying to change the subject. “That can have up to eight players.”

Kayo shook her head. 

“Can’t.”

“Oh?”

“We’ve been banned,” Alan piped up. “Grandma said so.”

A pause. “...I see.”

“Well that doesn’t matter, does it?” urged Gordon, keen to get everyone playing before the whole evening went up in smoke. “Grandma can’t stop us from all the way in Gran Roca.”

“You sure about that, Gords?” asked Kayo, eyebrow raised.

He laughed nervously. “Heh…”

“In any case,” interjected Scott, “did you forget why Grandma banned it?”

“...Good point.”

The Great Tracy Anti-capitalist Revolution of 2056. In Gordon’s defence Scott had started it, buying up all those hotels like a dragon hoarding gold…

Alan held up a bunch of VR headsets. “How about something more modern? I’ve got Samurai Slasher, Twilight Ridge, Malibu Steade’s Epic Quest…?”

Scott frowned. “Not on John's first night down, Squirt.”

“Oh yeah. Gotcha.”

Gordon nodded. Way too much potential for injury.

“Ugh!” John threw his hands in the air. “You guys are like a flock of mother hens. I’m fine! Look…” He rolled to his feet before anybody could tell him not to. “Nice and steady. No wobbles, no stumbles. Nothing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Uh, Johnny…”

“John darling...”

“Nope, I’m not listening,” he barked, striding purposely out of the seating area towards the stairwell, “Comfort breaks are necessary, so I don't care what you s-”

“John!”

“Food’s here!”

“Look out!”

There was an “oof” and a crash as spaceman, heavy-lifter and a platter of freshly-made vol-au-vents collided in a mess of limbs and pastry before tumbling out of sight down the kitchen stairs.

“John!”

“Virgil!”

Everyone was on their feet as a series of thuds, grunts, clatters and clangs echoed from the stairway, followed by one very plaintive “Oww.”

The place immediately erupted into total uproar. Ever the level head, Kayo immediately ran to get the first aid kit and the medi-scanner. Meanwhile Scott - always the quickest to leap into action - practically flew down the stairs after the pair of them in a frenzy of big brotherly concern, with Alan, Gordon and Penelope following closely behind. 

The two fallers themselves were actually relatively uninjured in the circumstances. Both were a mess of bruises and grazes and smooshed pastry, but at least they were fully conscious and coherent enough to be thoroughly embarrassed by the whole thing. John had twisted his ankle and had a walnut-sized bump on his forehead, and Virgil (who had slid most of the way down the steps backwards) ended up with a bruised tailbone, strained shoulder and one broken finger.  

The kitchen, unfortunately, hadn’t fared quite so well. Total disaster was the most accurate description. 

Best they could figure, the metal serving platter Virgil had been carrying had reached the ground floor airborne, bounced off the doorframe and had landed right in the middle of the countertop, sending plates, bowls, jars and spoons scattering and smashing all over the place. The situation wasn’t helped any when MAX, having heard the commotion, came speeding into the kitchen brandishing a mop and broom, skidded on a stray patch of vol-au-vent filling, slammed into the fridge and sent ice cubes from the dispenser shooting across the floor, then got confused and started spinning on the spot, taking out the stand mixer and two cupboard doors in the process.

Eventually they managed to get things back on a somewhat even keel. After a thorough checking over and an even more thorough mothering from Big Bro, both casualties were helped to their feet and safely installed back on the sofas with strict instructions not. To. Move. 

Penelope kept herself busy fetching drinks and ice packs for the patients and generally trying to soothe frayed nerves while Gordon, Alan and Kayo set to work fixing the kitchen back up, but after twenty minutes Scott - aware of the time and the presence of their guest - called everyone back to try to enjoy what was left of the evening.

And so instead of vol-au-vents, chips and dips were retrieved from various stashes in various rooms, drinks were replenished (non-alcoholic for the two injured parties, eliciting low grumbles from one and shrug of “stupid gravity” from the other) and in lieu of further disagreements a couple of packs of cards was produced. 

The rest of the evening was spent enjoying rounds of Go Fish, rummy, and playing poker for bottle caps, with plenty of jokes, stories and good conversation enjoyed in-between. Towards the end of the night - and to Gordon’s delight - Penelope even taught them a game from her university days called Shithead.

Finally, after most of the others had said their goodnights and wandered off to their rooms, Gordon and Penelope sat side-by-side on the sofa finishing their drinks alone, save for Alan who was snoring softly on the floor beside them.

Penelope swirled the last of her drink with her straw. “Do you think we should move him? That doesn’t look very comfortable…”

Gordon shrugged. “Nah, that’s how he normally sleeps. It’s a teenager thing,” he added, chewing on his orange slice garnish.

Penelope beamed. “I really have had a lovely time tonight. It’s been the most terrific fun, injuries notwithstanding of course.” 

Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the warm mood lighting that EOS had finally persuaded John to put on an hour or so earlier.

“And this drink of yours really is delicious by the way.”

Gordon laughed.

“See? I knew you’d like it. Maybe one day I’ll open up a bar of my own right on the beach and serve them out of coconut shells.”

He removed the little paper umbrella from his glass and started opening and closing it like he was in a tiny Hollywood musical.

She laughed. “Well if tonight’s anything to go by, any bar of yours would never be dull!”

Gordon grinned and presented the tiny decoration to her with a flourish, all hint of his earlier embarrassment gone. He was here, she was here, and it was all just… right.

She accepted it with a smile.

Really though Gordon, it’s been the most wonderful night.” 

There was a pause while she twirled the umbrella in her hand thoughtfully.

“You know, it’s not always easy to relax around other people, especially in my line of work.” She sighed. “So many functions, so many people, but it can all sometimes feel just a little bit…” 

She shook her head. 

“I’m not making any sense. It’s just that being here with you all, everything feels so… easy; so fun.”

Gordon leaned forwards, willing her to go on. It was like a wall somewhere was shifting, and he could finally catch a small glimpse of what was actually going on behind that perfect smile of hers.

She looked up at him, eyes shining.

“I suppose what I’m trying to say is, thankyou so much for inviting me.”

A breath. A moment that seemed to stretch out between them, soft and fragile.

“Thankyou for coming.”

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The next morning, as Penny yawned and stretched out in the extra-soft, gloriously comfortable guest bed, luxuriating in the distinct novelty of waking up with nowhere particular she needed to be, her eye fell on the little yellow umbrella laying, just as she'd left it, on top of the nightstand beside her.

She smiled, her stomach fluttering.

So fun…

From downstairs there was a sudden commotion and a voice:

“WHAT IN GOD’S NAME HAVE YOU KIDS DONE TO MY KITCHEN?!”

[aita-blorbos]

(fanfic/au of a pre-existing fandom) ( 🌊🎤 <- to find it later)

aita for telling my friend that i hate him??

i know this sounds bad but you have to hear me out. basically we live in a world where some percent of the population have this siren curse where they’re basically a mermaid when they touch water myself included. h2o type stuff but that’s completely irrelevant.

about a week ago someone i know through an upperclassman (who i’ll call S, f) went missing and then not long after one of my best friends (E, f) went missing too. i’ve been devastated and terribly stressed mostly because im scared i left confessing my feelings to E too late.

after a while of searching, the daughter of the current owners of our local amusement park (EO to distinguish from E, f) told us that she accidentally found both E and S under the park, which shocked us all since the park is very near and dear to our hearts, especially hers since she’s also part of a troupe that works there.

eventually we devised a plan that i, E’s younger brother A (m) and his fellow group members AS (f) and T (m) would sneak into the park and rescue them. i found myself actually going to the park to get a reminder of the layout but also just to reminisce and be a bit self-pitiful knowing E was, quite literally, right under my nose and i couldn’t do enough as a friend and wondered if i truly loved her, if i had let this happen.

but i was targeted by some security guards at the park who set it up to look like i was doing something wrong but i wasn’t. i assume it’s because they somehow know about my own siren curse, but i really don’t know how. that’s when EO comes in and helps get me out of there.

this is where the aita part comes in. my friend R (m) said i should be excluded from the group that would be rescuing E and S because i would compromise everything and put myself in danger if i went back. i got very agitated and upset at this because i wanted to see E again as soon as possible, so in my anger i screamed that i hated him and stormed off.

i eventually came back to apologise to him and he accepted it, and the new group will be going into the park soon now, but i still feel terrible about what i said and i wonder if i’m a bad person. so, aita?

(sorry for all the different names, by the way; there’s, what, 20 of us involved in this? including me. sorry if it got confusing or anything.)

[mrs-monaghan]

https://www.tumblr.com/mrs-monaghan/722559473838850048/shaz-reply-to-my-theory-ab-jm-n-jk-in-each-others

should I send again I still have it

I hate how so many people deny that jikook hang around in the background of each others lives and I don’t think it’s a matter of believing that they were present in each others lives but a matter of acknowledging. in that specific live

https://youtu.be/Gg3AKW4a9gY

I’m certain jimin was there and I don’t think there’s much to explain bc frankly that was straight up Jimins voice and he was given subtitles unless I’m absolutely delusional and hearing things 😭 which I hope I’m not since I have very sensitive hearing. but I personally think he wasn’t trying to hide jimin bc they were doing something sneaky or he didn’t want ppl to know but they just wanted to spend more time with eo. The live in question is jks 7/30/2021 live where he does karaoke and takes requests from army’s, my reasoning for believing jimin was there is because I think they just like to spend that much time together as jm told us in a vminkook live where he tells us that jk visits his room three times a day and just sits there and does nothing so I’m assuming that applies in their everyday life including just the time they were in the hotels. I’m the 7.30.2021 live Jungkook asks around 1.15 “is this it?” to which jimin replies “I think this is it”. That’s all it was and it’s easy to just acknowledge that and not making it some crazy shipping fantasy because why are ppl hell bent on disproving two members hanging out even when they clearly heard their voice?? Like people kept saying “no he wasn’t there why would he be there” “he was filming in the soop with the others because jk went late” but like isn’t it like jikook to arrive somewhere together and they even arrive late together too so why’s it bad to assume he was there (plus the fact they literally shared a car then) but he obviously fkn didn’t wasn’t filming in the soop since u heard his voice right there AND THROUGHOUT MOST THE LIVE JUNGKOOK LOOKED AT THAT CORNER WHERE JM WAS SITTING AND EVEN SMILED AT HIM. And we almost always see jikook gravitating towards eo and just sitting and basking in each others presence in bangtan bombs and memories and all contents while doing nth so i didn’t assume it’d be a big deal if jm just accompanied him while he spent time w army during a solo live.

but there was also the matter of where jm would sit, in Jimins birthday live in 2021 we see a sort of stool/chair in the corner of Jimins live which i assume is the one jk used when he joins him in the live but it also seems like a good place for somebody to sit on as well esp if the phone is turned away from that direction and is portrait like we had in that live of jks that I’ve been referencing and also to mention that jimins phone angle at the time was landscape so we would be able to see more

https://youtu.be/D89Hzi0QSkc

And we also have in jimins live after he topped the billboard charts where he says he was alone that night but at the beginning of the live he says in Korean “hurry leave” and there’s breathing from smn else and what lots of jikooks assume a kiss sound and a sort of scoff (could be a stretch but idk)(and around 17.23 of the live smn says iloveyou in Korean as he talks ab charging his phone) I had also asked my sister to listen to both of those and she told me she heard it too and im definitely not saying he’s lying but he absolutely doesn’t have to say that he was w anyone and he owns the right to keep that to himself but I’m just using this to say that he didn’t have to outright make jms presence known in that 7/30 live for us to recognise that he was there. also around 1.07 someone brings him water and jimin had also mentioned that he was sick around that time and had vomited so why is it a far stretch to assume that they were together that night and not to mention his comment about jungkook being asleep after an army said “I’m jungkooks wife” hence why he assumed he was asleep while he did the live. and the only person I can think who’d probably be with jimin at 3am (something very common of them to be up around that time) as he is awaiting the news of his billboard announcement is jungkook as they did in 2020 when dynamite topped the charts.

But I think my biggest reasoning for believing jimin was there was bc he was and that was his voice, i don’t think it was jk mumbling at all bc jk and jm have never sounded alike especially when comparing their two voices and not just that but the audio was given subtitles so there definitely was a voice coming from smn that wasn’t jk bc jks lips didn’t even move and if they did it wasn’t enough to illicit a sentence that was understandable. THAT ABSOLUTELY SOUNDS LIKE JIMIN i lowkey can’t believe it’s even a question that’s him😭😭 I’m not obsessed isw (w them maybe but not this specific topic)

I'm very passionate about this because barely anyone acknowledges bc

1. they're not tryna seem delusional but this isn't delusion it's literally just acknowledging

2. they hate anything to do with jikook

3. they think it's shipping but I promise you you can view them hanging around in the background of each others lives as something friends do (not everything Jikookers/ people acknowledge about Jikook is shipping, it's not anyone's fault that u can't see them as just friends stop blaming jikookers for the way u see jikook omg)

but like them being in each others lives is nth and it's sweet that they don't want to take the attention off the other but still wanna spend time with them w out being infront or the camera, there's logical ways to see these things and I wish people knew that.

Just coz u really needed my opinion on this I'll answer this with no receipts. Yes, I agree with everything you have to say. You didn't leave time stamps on these lives and I can't watch them atm but there is SO MANY instances that prove Jikook share hotel rooms or are in each other's lives.

When I can link my posts again I will answer your OG ask with links to all the times we've suspected Jikook were behind each other's cameras.

I would also advice not to get too frustrated by antis. They get to us because Jikook are loud and in our faces and the denial can be frustrating. But u don't gotta convince us Jikookers. We know it happened and its only our opinions u should care about. And we do talk about all these moments anon.

Personally I'm a big fan.

Jikook is real.