#they're both charming and hot enough to pull it off so i'm not worrying too hard

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

OC Kiss Week 23 - In Which The Rogue’s Name Proceeds Him

I am neck deep in a terrible writer’s block, but that has not and will not ever stop me from participating at least a little in the spirit of the season.

@ghilenan had the biggest brain suggestion of a kiss between her sweet wine-maker Ambrosia and my water genasi swashbuckler Lux, who I haven’t talk about much here but who lives in my brain 24/7. I thought they were a sweet match-up, and I decided to make it Lux’s problem. <3

~1992 words

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Lux had warned his crewmates that he would be late.

“Wine shops are always run by beautiful women or kindly old grandmothers,” he had told them, when they had shoved him unceremoniously towards the overgrown little hut on the edge of town, “and I am irresistibly charming to both. If I go alone, you all may find that you will not get me back again.”

“Good,” their bosun had muttered, before shoving a scanty little sack of coin at him and trudging off towards the inn, calling over one shoulder that he would be expected back — provisional wine secured — within the hour. No one else had even cared enough to look back.

But, well. Lux had warned them, after all.

“ — and that's when I saw the third door open, which meant that we were now very surrounded, and I did what any reasonable swordsman would do; I leapt upon the table and asked the gentleman in front of me if he thought a bit of a vertical tango with me might help him with the horizontal sort that he seemed to be so desperately lacking. Poor fellow nearly broke his nose scrambling up after me, he was so eager to knock me off again.”

“Oh, very daring.”

Across from where Lux was propped against the counter, the keeper of the ramshackle little shop smiled and leaned forward onto an elbow, long tresses of dark hair sliding forward over her bare shoulders. His first instinct had been right — the shop’s keeper was a beautiful woman, tall and horned and handsome in her colorful swaths of embroidered damask, and the handmade wooden jewelry that clicked musically when she walked. She had introduced herself as Ambrosia, naturally, and had watched him with intensely purple eyes from the moment he stepped through her door. This had the natural effect of enticing Lux to inquire about a few more of her wares than were strictly necessary, and she had asked, without one hint of rancor, if sailors had the taste or the coin for anything stronger than pink water. He had grinned and told her that even if sailors didn’t, he certainly did, and that had earned him a laugh and a seat at her counter, where he had spent the last hour trying to convince her that he was entertaining.

Now he leaned against the back of his chair, raising the stout cup that contained a sample of her newest batch of mead, and dipped his head in a low, theatrical bow.

“Though not so daring, if I'm honest,” he admitted when he had straightened again, giving her a lopsided little grin. “There wasn’t exactly any more room on the floor, understand, and I was doing my marked best to not get stabbed. Cowardice and roguish charm make for strange bedfellows when things get interesting.”

“Mm. But they do make for wonderful stories.” Across the table, Ambrosia’s startlingly violet eyes narrowed as she looked him over, a languid up-and-down appraisal that sent a pleasant shiver up his spine. “Though I suppose that would be the point, wouldn't it? A noble’s son doesn’t typically abandon his post to go adventure-seeking for terrible stories, after all.”

She smiled again, and Lux felt his bowels clench painfully in surprise. A noble’s son, she had said. Like it was a joke that they were sharing; like she knew. From his place at her table, Lux stared up at her — at her casual lean forward, at the coy tip of her head, at the little twitch of a smirk at the corner of her mouth — and swallowed hard.

“Well," he said, a little unsteadily, "I certainly wouldn’t know anything about that —”

“Wouldn’t you?” Ambrosia raised an eyebrow, her coquettish smile sloping towards something very nearly wicked. “The wayward child of a local lord, slated for greatness at his behest, who neared the prospect of marrying age and flew to the four winds instead? Who took to swashbuckling, and to the sea? Oh, yes, I know who you are, Luxus Bray. Your story happens to be a favorite around here.”

Without waiting to see if he had a reply to that little bombshell — he didn’t — she stooped down behind her counter and reappeared a moment later carrying a slim book bound in slightly warped cardstock. The cover was a softly painted tableau of two figures tangled together at the waist of a ship, wreathed in a stormy crash of sea spray. One was a long-furred orange tabaxi wrapped in a tattered white slip, looking remarkably well-groomed for being in the middle of a storm. She had both arms slung with reckless abandon around the shoulders of the second figure, who was dressed in a trim orange waistcoat that offset the star-spattered, midnight-sky color of his skin. Thick, rolling curls had been swept forward over one shoulder, sunset purple where they weren’t orange, orange where they weren’t a shining yellow-gold. One of his hands was tangled in the rucked-up skirt of the tabaxi’s dress; the other was wrapped in the ratlines of a very implausibly-placed shroud.

It was a cheap, half-copper novel of the bodice-ripper variety, and that was undoubtedly Lux on its cover.

“You apparently left quite an impression on one of the girls in the next valley,” Ambrosia said as she set the book on the counter between them, her voice dull and distant-sounding beneath the rising thrum of his heart. “That, or you have a doppleganger running around doing his marked best to make all of the locals swoon. But by that look on your face, I think you recognize this one.”

“I do,” Lux heard himself say, very softly. He felt strangely separate from himself, like his spirit was lingering a half-step behind the rest of him. A quiet, contemptuous thought — hissed in a voice uncomfortably like his own — reminded him that being the centerpiece of some cheap smut that most people paid for in clipped coins would have been an insult to most people. That he should be angry. That he should, at the very least, be a little bit put out.

But, hot damn. People knew his name.

With shaking fingers, Lux pulled the little novel closer, lifting the cover to leaf slowly through the pages. It fluttered open to a natural part about two-thirds of the way through, where a leather bookmark sat wedged against the spine, its twine tether threaded with familiar-looking wooden beads. They clattered pleasantly against one another, an echo of their owner’s, and another  shiver, warm and pleasant as bathwater, rolled up his spine.

“You’ve read it?” he asked after a moment, glancing up to where Ambrosia still towered overhead. She smiled a long, liquid smile.

“I have,” she said. “The author did not give you much in the way of anonymity, I’m afraid. She names you ‘Lucius,’ but that seems to be where her imagination stops. Or…well. I certainly hope that’s all she exaggerated, anyway.”

This, she said with another long up-and-down appraisal of him, and a pleased narrowing of her eyes that snapped the world sharply back into focus. Lux let himself ease slowly back into his seat again, fighting the rising grin threatening at the corner of his mouth.

“So do I,” he said, nudging the novel aside to prop an elbow back on the table between them. “Alas, I don’t have the time to scour an entire book to find out, much as I would like to. But you’ve read the whole thing, haven’t you? That makes you the expert in this case. So.” He set his chin into his propped-up hand and peered up through the fall of his hair, grinning. “Care to double-check her work?”

To her credit, Ambrosia's expression didn't so much as flicker at the invitation. She just regarded him sidelong for a moment and then stepped around the counter between them, humming thoughtfully.

“Petitioning a woman while she’s at work, are you?” she asked, one eyebrow raised. “While she plies her trade? While you drink her wine? That’s rather unbecoming of a noble’s son, don’t you think?”

She crossed to the door of the ramshackle little shop, and Lux felt his come-hither grin break like a dropped vase. He rocketed to his feet and dropped instantly into a low bow, heart in his throat. It was the same deferential bend of the knee that his father had scolded into him regularly throughout his childhood, and it came on like a reflex, like a phantom pain.

“Forgive me,” he said to the floor. “That was… that was monstrously callous of me. I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward position, or make any propositions that you felt you couldn’t —”

The sound of a door bolt sliding home cut him off; when he chanced a look up, Ambrosia favored him with an impish little smile over one shoulder, and then casually flipped the wooden sign on her door from ‘open’ to ‘closed.’

“Well,” she said slyly, “it’s certainly a good thing that I’m not working right now, isn’t it?”

That was about the only warning that Lux got. Suddenly, Ambrosia was crossing the shop in three graceful strides, hooves clicking across the soft wood, her dark hair fluttering behind her like a streamer. She caught his hands before he managed to get upright again and pulled him the rest of the way, backing him smoothly against the counter before he could think to plant his feet. She wasn’t especially tall, but neither was Lux, and the single inch that she had over him was all she needed; suddenly, the entire breadth of the room around him was filled with her, with the press of warm brown skin and clattering beads and the soft, tickling waves of her hair. Lux found himself clutching reflexively at the rustling folds of her clothes as they flattened between them, nearly as much to steady himself as to draw her closer. His knees suddenly felt unsteady beneath him; his head, like a spinning top. The whole world dimmed at the edges as he looked up into Ambrosia’s self-satisfied little smile, and the brilliant gem-purple of her eyes, bright as freshly dewed violets.

And then, she kissed him.

Whatever dim-witted brainlessness her proximity had worked into him before was nothing compared to the way his thoughts evaporated at that touch. His mind released its hold on the rest of the world like letting go of a kite string; suddenly, everything existed in the brief span of her lips against his, bright and sharp as cut crystal where they touched, muddy watercolor everywhere else. He was aware, very distantly, of his rapier clattering aside as she hooked a thigh over his hip. He felt his hands move leagues away from him and settle unbidden on her waist. There was a low, buzzing hum in his ears that he was startled to realize was his own heartbeat, working overtime. And then, suddenly, he didn’t care. None of it mattered, really. The only thing worth keeping his focus from sliding off of was the sweet mouth pressed to his own, the way his whole world rose up to meet it, and the sparkling, full-up feeling purring right in the center of his chest.

Eventually — a breath later, a lifetime — Ambrosia pulled away. Lux tried not to chase her retreat, tried not to notice the way her violet eyes practically shimmered with sly satisfaction at his hushed gasp. He succeeded marginally at both.

“Gods,” he breathed, when he found that he could speak again. “Is that usually how you accept an apology? I’m starting to think that you’re the one who ought to have romances written about them.”

“Do you?” Overhead, Ambrosia’s eyes narrowed as she smiled. She slung both arms around his shoulders and then sank her full weight against him, laughing quietly when he staggered against the bartop behind him. “Well then, ready your writing hand, Luxus Bray. I intend to be very inspiring.”

[lxvebun]

heart-shaped kisses part III

buns notes: Hi bunnies! This is my first fic after coming back on here so it may be a little short and rusty but I hope it’s still enjoyable

content Gorou/Alhaitham/Heizou x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing. Neck kisses. English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

dark blogs, k!nk and ed blogs do not fucking interact or lose all your 50 50s🔪

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Gorou

Loml, light in my darkness, the cinnamon to my hot chocolate. Gorou I MISSED U SO MUCH *SMOOCH*

Your kisses are his precious little protection charm. A shield of love that gets cast whenever your lips meet his. He adores your kisses and needs a them every day before he leaves for his duty. If you’re still asleep by the time he leaves, which is most of the time because he likes to start early, he WILL wake you up. You’re not going to send the love of your life out there without some extra protecion right? Didn’t think so. Give him a kith. He becomes anxious and feels way too vulnerable when he hasn't received a kiss from you. He starts overthinking, worrying way more about what strategies to use, about the safety of his comrades, about you. All because he misses the presence of the lingering warmth and safety your kisses bring. Now he makes sure to always give you a goodbye kiss, for his protection and as a reminder, a promise to you that he will come back to you safe and sound<3

Alhaitham

God he's so fucking beautiful *cries*

Sometimes you feel like Alhaitham just enjoys seeing you become flustered and shy away from him. He always kisses you when you least expect it and with a passion that he didn't display before. It started by pulling you behind the bookcases in the library when you both studied at the Akademiya and showering you with soft kisses over your nose and cheeks until you were trying to silence your laughter because "Archons, Alhaitham, were in a library,"And try to push him off. Unless you put some actual strength behind your pushes as an indicator you actually want him to stop, he will keep on stealing kisses from you. the annoyed look you shoot him is adorable<3 He’s getting a headache from studying so much. Your kisses are the finest medicine against it. It's a fact. He did his research and did plenty of experimenting!

He will steal more kisses from you throughout the day, from your hands to your shoulders, neck, and to your cheeks, he’ll press sneaky kisses to whatever area is most near and exposed to him. It's like little sparks of love shoot through your skin when his lips meet yours and you can't help pulling him back for more<3

Heizou

He can read you like a book. From your body language and the look in your eyes alone, he can tell whenever you want to kiss him. So he’s prepared and ready to respond immediately once your lips meet his. If he does see some hesitation coming from you or you’re too shy to ask him for a kiss, don't worry, he'll help you out. If the love of his life wants a kiss, they're getting a kiss. No matter what he’s doing. He always has enough time for you, even when he's busy reading through case files, he’s always open to receiving and giving a little love. If anything it helps him focus better. So when you want to kiss him and you don’t, either a soft kiss is given to you as he gently grabs your hand and brings you to him or he'll starts complaining about how difficult the current case is to coax you out. even though he is literally the best detective in Inazuma

“I can't concentrate on these files, agh if only there was someone around me who could help me focus, maybe by an act of true love? OH POOR ME-

I'M COMING HEIZOU!

Heizous kisses are comforting and sweet. His kisses never fail to leave you warm and fuzzy all over. They’re like a delightful dream that makes you wish you could drift back to sleep to continue where you left off<3

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳headcanon: sleeping with fred

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he's the big spoon, for obvious reasons

you sleep in a position so that your head rests on his chest and your body curls into his

his arms are always around you

fred can't sleep well without you, you have to be close to him or he'll worry

you've always got a big heap of blankets and quilts on you like a burrito because he doesn't want you to catch a cold

sometimes he'll stay up just watching you sleep

he'll admire the way you look so adorable with the ever-so rare peaceful expression on your face

"freddie?"

"yes, love?"

"go to sleep."

"i will. you just look so beautiful."

he loves it when you're drowsy, because if you're outside, you'll practically depend on him to move and he loves taking care of you

if you're inside you'll ask for the usual cuddles and how can he not say yes to those eyes?

many a time you'll play with his hair, and he'll try so hard not to fall asleep, but he'll just whisper 'i love you' in a sleepy voice and doze off

he looks as pretty as he always does. his eyelashes are as long as you wish yours were. his hair is messy and still bright even though it's dark out. his lips are parted, and cute breaths are puffing out of them

you trace over his face lightly, over each and every one of his freckles, smiling.

but he's a restless sleeper. it kinda seems like any second now, his eyes will snap open and he'll start laughing

he'll randomly wake up in the middle of the night and look over at you, and smile or sigh in relief that you're still here and you love him just as much as he loves you

when you wake before he does, which is rarely, and get up to make breakfast, he'll immediately wake up and pull you back into bed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck

"freddie, i'm hungry!"

he chuckles half-asleep, "stay here, i'll be lonely."

his morning voice is rough and even deeper than it is usually

"nah."

"i'll cook for you later. please?"

"nah. you stay though, you need more sleep!"

"'m not handsome enough, hey?"

"no, you're waking at an ungodly hour, freddie! and you always sleep so late! i love you and as part of loving you i order you to continue sleeping. you work too hard. i love you more for it, but still too hard."

it was true, he got a maximum of 5 hours of sleep a day. just because he was always up late working on something on the mahogany table that sat in your room for the shop, and always rose early to make breakfast for both of you.

"...you have a point. but i wanna be with you!"

"i'll slip into bed later, okay?"

"no! now!"

"i'll be quick!"

you gobble down some cereal, putting some fancy toast that fred likes out with a heating charm

you creep into the room, where, sure enough, he's sleeping

"you're back," he says drowsily, "come 'ere."

he cuddles you in his arms, sighing contentedly as your hands play with his hair

the man loves touching you, always, he's got to be close to you in some sort of way

if he comes home and you're sleeping on the couch, the forgotten television show you're watching blasting out music, he'll shut off the tv (duh) and wakes you up with kisses along your face just because he enjoys the way you react, which is:

"mmph, wha?"

and you blush and try to hide it and his heart goes absolutely crazy at the sight of it.

he likes having random conversations about anything and everything whilst you lie side to side with him, his hands tracing yours.

"what are your thoughts on tattoos?"

"i dunno, they're good if they're done well? why? you thinking 'bout getting one?"

"maybe."

"whoa."

"would you still like me if i got a tattoo?"

"depends on where and what."

"a hungarian horntail on my face."

"hot."

"really?"

"no. it'll ruin your features."

"oh? features?"

you absentmindedly nod, "yeah, your cute freckles and your nose and your eyelashes and your- what am i even doing? you know i think you're absolutely handsome, beautiful, whatever you like, you're awesome. you'd probably even look good with a stupid picture on your face, no fair."

you look over at him. he's blushing a very very bright red. when he see's that you've seen, he buries his face into your hair.

"aww, is lil freddie boy shy??" you mock him.

"no i'm not!"

"so what tattoo are you gonna get?"

"something with my siblings and something else too."

"where?"

"i dunno, on my chest or my arm?"

"oooh okay, can i come and watch?"

"you sure you can handle shirtless me?"

"y-yeah?"

"then i'll get both on my chest then."

"okay!"

sure enough, he gets an 'IV' and a 'G' on his torso

but i feel like he's the guy to want to go to the gym and make a habit out of it, because he was so lanky in his schoolboy years (fredlives!au) and he always goes late at night with a muggle friend.

and when he comes home from the gym after taking a shower there he just sees you singing in an off-tune voice to music as you wash the dishes, dinner prepared for him

even though you're absolutely horrible at cooking, you've got a few dishes mastered without burning the house down and you always decorate your dishes with the basil molly sends you

and he falls in love with you all over again

[getitinbusan]

Camping with Jungkook

This is my contribution to the Campfire writing challenge.

Soft Smut - 2125 words

He was straddling the picnic bench, his thick thighs spread open teasing your eyes. 

Standing with a few of the girlfriends you couldn't help but stare in awe. He was drinking and even though the firelight danced pretty shadows across his features you could tell he was flush from the alcohol. 

"You know you're getting together with him tonight right?" they all laughed. "Jin said it's happening even if we have to lock you two in the outhouse." 

"You guys are disgusting. I'd really prefer if that didn't happen….the outhouse, not the getting together part."

It was a well known fact that there was a mutual crush happening. It was also common knowledge that you were both idiots too afraid to act on it. 

Your best friend was dating Yoongi, she was the catalyst behind this epic disaster of a set up. Wanting you around more, wouldn't it be perfect if you hooked up with Jungkook? 

Admittedly, it would.

Sitting at the table noticing the direction of your gaze she called out, "Y/N, come drink with us." 

Subtlety was not her strong suit and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you made your way over. 

Patting the weathered wood slats of the bench Jungkook offered you the seat beside him. 

Two red solo cups were slid in your general direction, he picked them both up and handed one to you. Watching as he sniffed the liquid, his nose scrunched up in displeasure. Fuck he was cute. 

"Ready?" he held the cup to his lips.

"As I'll ever be." 

He winced at the taste as you both simultaneously set the empty cups down. 

This was it, it had to be now! It was time for the opening you'd been practicing all week. 

"Do you like S'mores Jungkook?" 

His eyes lit up as he reached for the bag of marshmallows. "I like mine with double chocolate, want me to make you one?" 

The childlike wonder he exuded would be almost comical if it wasn't for the contradictory body it came from.

"Actually, I thought maybe we could try a more adult version?"

He was puzzled. 

"Hang on, I'll be right back."

Running into the cabin, items were tossed quickly out of your bag until you found what you were after. 

Triumphantly returning you held the bottle out to him like it was a fine wine. 

His eyebrows raised, "Marshmallow Vodka?" 

"And behind door number two," your other hand revealed, "Chocolate syrup!"

"I don't get it?" 

Yoongi's hardy laugh bounced around the campsite,  "No but you're definitely going to." 

Three heads turned in unison to glare at him. Outnumbered in his desire to tease Jungkook, he sighed, defeated. "Well then, why don't you just show us how to make S'mores with Vodka Y/N" 

Turning your attention directly to Jungkook you instructed him. "You're going to tilt your head back and I'm going to squeeze in the chocolate syrup." 

"Should I swallow it?" 

"That's what she said," Yoongi interjected. You heard your friend's playful punch land against his shoulder. "Ow, what? Come on, he's making it too easy." 

"As I was saying, Chocolate Syrup, and no, don't swallow…" you smiled, "that'll come later." 

Yoongi's jaw fell slack, "Yah sure, it's fine when she says it." 

Turning your attention back to teaching, Jungkook's ears were red at the innuendos you'd been exchanging. He was flustered and it was charming. Reaching out you gave his earlobe a little squeeze, "Shall we continue?" 

He nodded, "Head back, chocolate syrup, no swallowing, got it."

"I'm going to pour the marshmallow vodka on top of the syrup and then you can swallow and take a Graham Cracker chaser." 

The night progressed as the shots poured. The more you drank the closer you seemed to inch your bodies together.

"I think you need one more," Guk giggled. Tipping your chin back with his fingertips he was really close. "Ready? here it comes…"

You felt a splat hit your cheek followed by a string of his apologies. He was confused when you began laughing.

"It's okay Jungkook, it's just syrup."

He smiled relieved,  scooching closer to where you sat facing him. Using his index finger he wiped the chocolate drop off your skin and stuck it into his mouth.

"Did you get it all?"

"There might be a little more," he moved closer and softly attached his lips to your cheek, painfully close to your mouth. "I think you're good now." 

Somehow as the hours ticked away your legs had made their way over his. Face to face you  sat with shy smiles and embarrassed cheeks. He pulled you in closer placing a kiss on top of your head. "Is it okay to confess I really like you?"

You wove his tattooed fingers between yours, "I think now's a perfect time." 

His arms were wrapped loosely around you, your head on his chest. The sound of your friend's voices and crackling fire were quiet compared to his heartbeat.

"Did you feel that? I think it's starting to rain."

No sooner than the words left his lips you felt it too. Everyone took to their feet and ran in separate directions, drinks and fire were abandoned for shelter.

Standing up you weren't in a hurry to leave. "I'm staying in the cabin." You gestured to the wood structure. "But I really don't want tonight to be over." 

"Not to brag but I've got a pretty big tent." He kissed your hand and pulled you into his arms. "Or," he began rocking back and forth, "you could just dance with me in the rain." 

"Wow, and I didn't even have Jungkook being a romantic on my campfire BINGO card." 

He laughed and twirled you back to him while singing, "Do you love the rain? Does it make you dance When you're drunk with your friends at a party?"

"You're singing to me Guk?" You stopped dancing. "Is it okay to confess I really like you too?" 

The biggest smile appeared across his face, "I think now's a perfect time." 

Pushing the wet hair from your face he leaned in slowly to find your mouth. He was so soft, so delicate, his lips brushed yours as the rain fell harder and distant thunder rolled past. He set his head on yours and sighed, "You wanna run?" 

He struggled to unzip the flap, both of you crawling in laughing at how soaked you were. Falling on top of each other it felt like time had stopped.

It was a strange feeling, like driving in the rain and going under a bridge. Every sound stops but the second you come out the other side, all your sensations are amplified.

"They say when you meet the love of your life...time stops."

Is that what this was? A pause held between you until he gave in, his mouth meeting yours full force.

His kissing was pure and simple, uncomplicated perfection that could be used the same way to describe every detail of Jungkook.

He was a great kisser, his lips pressed just hard enough, they were just wet enough and his tongue was as well choreographed as his body.

His hand didn't stray from the tender hold it had on your face and as much as you wanted it on your body, you knew you had time. Your heart was pounding as fast as the droplets hitting the shell of the tent in an orchestrated rhythm of anticipation. 

He pulled away leaving you breathless. "We should get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold" He reached in his bag and handed you his T-shirt.

"You want me to put clothes on? That's a plot twist."

He pulled his wet sweater over his head, "we've been drinking, alot."

He grabbed a towel and ran it over his hair, "I'm planning on falling in love with you." He blushed at his own statement. "And I'd just prefer that in a few years our first time isn't a foggy memory." He kissed the back of your hand.

"You certainly have a way with words Guk."

Shamelessly pulling off your wet clothes he pretended to shield his eyes while blatantly leaving gaps between his fingers. "Ugh, you're playing dirty." 

"Using your logic you'll forget what you saw by morning so I'm not gonna worry about it."

Grabbing you playfully he pulled you back down and tucked you into his blankets. 

The one thing you hated about camping was going to bed freezing and waking up ridiculously hot.

The sun had risen with a vengeance and the navy exterior of the tent held the heat in like a sauna.

Making your way out from underneath Jungkook you pulled the covers back and peeled his shirt from your body. Redoing the messy bun on top of your head you felt a light fingertips touch starting at the top of your neck.

Slowly he traced down your spine stopping between the dimples at the base. A shiver ran over your skin.

"These are cute." He let his finger explore your backside.

You giggled at the featherlight tickle, "They're called dimples of Venus"  

You were still facing away but you could hear him shift. His breath hovered close on your back.

"It's a suitable name for your body," his lips met the indentation.

When he made his way back up to your shoulder you couldn't resist the urge to see his face a second longer.

Turning you found a smiling, sleepy disheveled boy and your heart swooped with affection. Your thumb smoothed over his dewy cheek as his almond eyes took in your bare form. 

"Can you just come back in here?" He whined and made grabby hands.

"Should I put my clothes back on first?"

He pulled the blanket over his face, "Don't tease me."

How were you already wrapped around his finger?

"Fine, let me in."

Staying hidden he lifted the edge enough for you to wiggle in.

"This isn't a very good fort."

"That's not fair, I've got limited resources. I'm gonna make you a kick ass fort." He pressed his lips onto your neck. "For our next date we'll have a picnic and watch movies in it. We are counting this as the first date right?"

His hands were on your waist and his bare skin was pressed against yours. 

"We could even count it as a second, we did sleep together. Jungkook? Can you kiss me now?" 

His large hands moved down your body while his lips worked their magic against yours.

You could hear everyone slowly starting the day. Jin's laughter and the mention of your names infiltrated your moment making Jungkook stop to check with you.

"I don't care about them Guk, keep going." 

The heat didn't matter, the small space didn't matter, your friends on the other side of the thin nylon didn't matter. 

All that did matter was the way he looked at you and asked if you were okay before he pushed himself inside you. If there was a sight more beautiful than Jungkook laying over you in ecstacy you were completely unaware of it. 

Rolling his hips into you skillfully his length hit all the right spots. It was hard holding in your moans, god you wanted to be able to just cry out as he made your toes curl.

Biting your lip you tried not to tip everyone off to what was happening mere feet away from where they were preparing their coffee and breakfast over the camp stove. 

You wanted to tell him, you'd waited so long for this. You spoke the breathy whisper into his neck, "I hate being quiet Guk, you feel so good I want to scream your name."  

Your words did him in, with a loud moan and a face squinted in pleasure he spilled into the condom. 

Exiting the tent, of course your friends had to make a scene. The picnic tables had been rearranged to face Jungkook's tent and they all sat smiling in the direction of your exit. 

"Really, you couldn't just let us have this?" You hid under his arm as he confronted them.

Jin of course was the loudest, "Can you blame us? We never get front row."

Jungkook pulled you back towards the tent. "Well since you already know what we're doing, this time we'll put on a better show."

JK: Date 2 tonight! I hope you're ready this fort is gonna blow your mind!

This is fic belongs in the Golden Golden Closet Universe. Continue their story....

[echo-three-one]

The strongest lead toward Shepherd that will lead them to Nero. (honestly I can't think of better summaries lately. I hope you're still enjoying THE ROAD SO FAR (CUE carry on my wayward son)

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Going Dark - Part 1

"Alex"

Safe House 110197, Brazil

Alex woke up to the smell of Samantha's shampoo. God, she smelled so beautiful. He thought as he shifted his position carefully, trying not to disturb his sleeping girl.

Samantha caught wind of his actions and turned back to him. 

"Good Morning." Alex greeted with the most wholesome and lovable smile he could ever conjure. He could see Samantha actually blush at his smile, meaning that his charm still worked toward her even after all those times.

"Good Morning… you-" She greeted back but Alex immediately met her lips with his, turning a simple morning greeting into a hot make out session. Samantha ran her hand across his arm down to his chest, pushing the tough muscle as her eyes slowly closed, enjoying the way Alex's mouth moved inside hers.

"I wish I could just sit out this mission and stay here with you…" he mused, tapping her nose and smiling.

"You go out there and fix the world, hero. I'll be here when you get back." She winked as Alex slowly got up and left the room, his eyes never leaving hers until he was out of sight.

Alex stepped out of the stairs to the view of Price complaining about the water. Roach was already shuffling to the kitchen to satisfy their Captain's needs. This gave Alex the chance to check on Maxine.

"How are you holding up, Maxine." He asked.

"What's wrong, lass?" Price inserted sipping his morning coffee.

"Hey Alex, Captain Price…" She greeted, her voice was shaky but she looked like she had the courage to respond.

"I had a strange dream last night… I believe it was one of my memories." She spoke softly. Price and Alex's face lit up.

"That's good news!" Alex cheered, shaking her shoulders and quickly withdrawing his hands as soon as it felt awkward.

"Good on ya, lass. Cheers to that!" He raised his mug and nodded.

"Captain Price." Another familiar voice interrupted behind them.

"I have intel on Shadow Company." Ghost announced, everyone fell silent and they immediately gathered around the command center. Soap and France followed as they walked down the stairs together.

"Three addresses in three separate London Apartments." he informed while typing furiously across the keyboard. The map had three yellow blinking dots, two of them were close to each other while one was far away.

"Intel says they're not sure which of these had a Shadow Company residing in it. They're most probably on leave and might be armed." Ghost added, showing three faces of men which were presumed targets for intel.

"Where'd you get these? They look like very classified information." Price asked, crossing his arms and looking at Ghost.

"Let's just say I know someone." he replies smugly.

"And why would we follow such a lead?" Jack added, making the situation very awkward for the rest of the team.

"Is this…" Soap tried to insert.

"Yes, Soap. It's interpol." he finished. The rest of the team looked at each other.

"They wanted to investigate more on the Shadow Company. But since they aren't authorized to act on it, all they do is gather information. Which is frustrating-" Ghost complained but got cut off by Price.

"They're asking for our help because we're rogue. No rules, no anything…" He stated the bitter tone in his voice was too clear.

"We can't just casually fly to London, right? Who's helping us?" Alex stated the larger problem at hand. If this lead is solid enough, they have to act on it.

"Nikolai could fly us in. I could pull a few favors from S.A.S. but they're going to have to be sneaky to let us land there. We can't forget the fact that we're fugitives. I mean, Shepherd only put Me, Alex, Soap, Ghost and Roach on his list." Price said.

"My dream of being wanted came true in the worst way possible." Soap cracked a joke to lighten up the mood. It obviously worked except for Jack, who always never gets the humor.

They continued briefing, planning the route that they would take saving the most time. Which weapons to use and other protocols to follow. 

~

"Saving the world once again, my hero?" Samantha leaned on him as he continuously flicked Soap's lighter.

"Stop calling me that. I'm no hero. I'm just trying to set things back the way they were." 

"Like what heroes do." Samantha chuckled sitting next to him and rested her head on his lap.

"My Dad probably misses me so much." She sighed, looking at Alex as he looked down on her, his fingers played with her hair.

"If we could find the perfect time, we could tell him you're safe. It's unfair how the whole world thinks we took you as a hostage." he complained.

"Well, when you think of it I really am a prisoner here." she mused as Alex's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then once his brain cells finally agreed, he smiled and laughed.

"Oh I get it." he reached for her hand and put it close in his heart. 

"You're trapped in here aren't you." they both laughed.

"That's so corny, right?" Samantha giggled.

"Yeah. It is." Alex replied as they continued to spend the rest of the few hours they had together before flying to the Majesty's domain.

LONDON

UNITED KINGDOM

Price wasn't able to land on the S.A.S. base, but they did assist the rogue team to land on an open area not too far from the base and Nikolai seemed to be fine with it. The team borrowed MacMillan's jeep and took the road less traveled to the city. 

Everyone looked alert and worried, this was a risky move but it was all they had to get to Shepherd, to get to Nero.

They drove as fast as they legally could, knowing that their faces wouldn't be recognized by anyone until Ghost distributed his extra skull masks, which allowed them to move freely across the streets of the nearest target location.

The first apartment room was located on the third floor, that meant they had to ascent two flights of stairs without raising suspicion. Ghost immediately worked his way to the basement and disabled the lights.

A quick flicker and the building's lights immediately shut off, making some of the tenants scream in surprise. It was time to move.

The team slowly crept the stairs, their steps were light enough that they could only hear faint creaking. Price led the line as they cleared the hallway all the way up to the third. 

Alex was behind Price as he saw the target room's door was slightly ajar. It's either they're lucky he forgot to lock it or they were too late. Proceeding with extreme caution, Price swung the door open and continued to scour the room for the guy. 

"Right door, clear." Price announced as everyone scattered around to look for intel. Jack searched the closets hoping that clues were left behind inside pockets. Roach looked for the drawers while Price and Alex looked for clues of possible escape. 

"Someone's going up to this floor." Soap whispered as he signaled the team to remain quiet. He was by the door on lookout for the team.

Complete silence. Alex could only hear his breathing and his heartbeat as the person walked past the hall, not minding the open room he just passed through.

They took a few more minutes of intel gathering until they ultimately decided to call it off. It was a dead lead.

"Two more houses." Ghost announced as the team silently regrouped by the car where Nikolai was waiting. The lights immediately returned as soon as they set foot on the vehicle.

"I sure hope we get something from the next house." Roach wished as they drove to the next location.

The second location almost had the same layout. They did the same plan but this time Alex and Soap switched roles. Guard duty was significantly harder when it's dark and Alex did his best to heighten his senses. 

Signs of struggle were heard from the inside and Alex assumed they finally identified one of the targets. He could hear the person's groans and struggles as well as his team working hard to constrain the person.

"Ghost. It looks like they got him." Alex reported as he could hear Ghost working on something. Then in just a flash, the lights turned back on along with a loud booming sound of Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up". Alex entered the room and looked at the poor guy being surrounded by his squad. He was trying to scream for help but Rick Astley begged to differ. 

"We're just here for one simple question…

WHERE. IS. SHEPHERD?" Price roared. The guy didn't easily give in. He just shook his head and continued to struggle free. Jack immediately pulled his hand and placed some pliers in between the hostage's fingers.

"Isn't that a little bit too harsh?" Soap whispered to Roach, who just shrugged.

"What's harsh is that they used an innocent daughter as bait." Jack slowly squeezed the pliers making the hostage scream. 

"AAAAAAAAAH." He squirmed making the rest of the team hold him tight. Alex had his eyes set on the door as neighbors started to complain about the booming music.

He squirmed enough that it activated something in his pocket, a smartphone whose light shone through the fabric of his pants. Then in a flash, a small scale EMP blast rendered the whole building quiet. All electrical devices were disabled and Alex and the team found themselves kneeling as the loud ringing triggered their ears.

None of them were too quick to react as their hostage looked like he wasn't affected by the blast. He bolted toward the exit and Alex attempted to grab him by the foot, only for him to effortlessly shrug him off and stomp on him, causing him to roll in pain.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Soap follow along with Roach, who were still holding their ears and wincing from the pain of the ringing. 

Next Chapter : Going Dark - Part 2

Notification Squad my Beloved

@samatedeansbroccoli @smokeywhalee @enderio @whimsywispsblog @beemybee @ricinbach

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Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

[wychive]

𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — 𝙡. 𝙟𝙮. (#𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙠𝙛𝙣)

fic type // oneshot — 3.9k

prompt // when an individual is born, their magic aura makes itself present indicating what magic they would be using. very few were born with a dark magic aura and died within their first breaths, you were one of the two recorded births that made it. now you were searching for the other one

pairing(s) // juyeon x gn!reader (pltn.)

genre(s) // PG18 & adventure, fluff, angst

warning(s) // knives, stabbing (in a dream), nightmares, mention of food, depiction of anxiety, description of smells, being drunk, deceased major and minor characters, blood, corpses

author's note // it's finally here! i've been working on this for a few weeks already and that's why it's so late :'( thank you to @omigogames for proof reading this ily queen 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 this was for @kpopficsnetwork' s halloween event that they held last october <3 please read the rest of the member's works on the event! i recommend listening to wandering and as the world caves in (at the angsty parts) while reading this as it really sets the mood. i hope you enjoy!!

you wiped the drop of sweat off your forehead as you approached the top of a hill. you sat down on the grassy floor and took out a flask still full of drinking water. you downed a quarter of it, feeling your body re energize as you do so. you never thought it would take this long to search for them.

how many months has it been? five? six? you've lost count, having to travel miles across the world just to find the hidden treasure you've been seeking for years. see, you were born with a 'unique' aura. everyone has their own which determines what kind of magic they would be using for the rest of their lives. your family had the common ice or water elementals but you turned out to be the black swan in a ballet full of snowy white ones.

you were born with an aura that was powerful enough to cause a black out, in other words, you had a dark magic aura and somehow managed to survive throughout the years. your mother was no different from the rest but she tried her best to guide you on controlling your powers or even combine your magic powers with hers to make an elemental combo. she died two years before you went on this journey to find the one only other person who successfully survived their own birth of having this magic aura. the only things you knew about them were that they were at least 20 years older and that they were born as a female.

the fact that only you and one other person have this magical ability made you think about them day and night. were you their soulmate? or did they think of you too? were they a kind or evil person? did they ever confuse people like you did? were they affected by society's comments that they're now shut away in some dungeon? you could go on and on for days about this special person even though you haven't met them yet. you were eager to find them, even if it took you years to do so.

as you wondered about the unique person, you stared into the dark abyss with shining dots, not realising your eyelids were shut soon after. that night you dreamt of all the possible outcomes this journey would end, mostly happy endings where you would find the person and be their friend or you get to spend the rest of your life with them. you did not want to think of the sad ones, yet your mind wanted to see you suffer. nightmares were common as they came with your dark powers but you still hated it when they disturb your perfect sleep. with that, you woke up from a nightmare just as the person was about to strike a knife in your chest.

the pain felt so real that as soon as you woke up, your hand clutched onto your chest. luckily (or not so) you heard the uniform paced heartbeat from your eardrums. this caused you so much as you did not even see that the sun was just above the horizon, greeting the earth a good morning. you sighed in relief as you thank the universe for not getting you eaten by a wild animal.

you stood up, stretching your arms and legs after another night of sleeping on a thick cloth. you packed up your things and placed your sturdy backpack on you before starting your trekking journey. you checked your phone for any updates or news of the world that was not so boring as you began to walk south towards a small town. once approaching the main road, you slipped your phone back into your front pocket before following the flow of cars.

a smile appeared on your face, looking at how idle the town was at eight in the morning. it wasn't so noisy as most of the cars had stopped at diners or cafes for a tasty breakfast. the only things you could hear were people greeting each other with a simple 'hello' and the birds that had just been awoken from their slumber.

you checked the amount of money you had left; apparently, it was enough for you to last three days for all three meals and then it was downhill from there. you shook your head, thinking of ways to earn at least a little bit of money before moving to another town (if you needed to). your eyes drifted from the trees to the bakery that was on the opposite side of the road.

you could see the silhouette of a person placing buns in their respective containers. the person was in chef whites, with their sleeves rolled above their elbows. you really didn't want to catch feelings for anyone at the moment, especially in this state of being homeless and short on money. nonetheless, you were hungry and so you decided that you wanted some fresh baked buns on a saturday morning like this.

as you walked into the cozy bakery, you noticed a variety of desserts and buns arranging from croissants to baked pizza buns. the aroma in the air made your stomach growl. you took one of the pick-up trays and a pair of tongs and immediately went for the custard and red bean buns.

"oh my god," a voice exclaimed followed by a bit of coughing. "why do you smell so bad?"

you brought an arm to your nose, smelling yourself. you actually didn't smell half-bad. it only has been a day since you showered properly, how could it be that bad? you rolled your eyes as you looked in the direction of the voice. ah, it was the silhouette from earlier.

"is this how you greet customers?" you shot back, raising one of your eyebrows.

"no, of course not," the person said. "but your stench is unbearable." they scoffed and shook their head, giving a smug expression.

"well, i'll only be here for just a bit. don't worry about it, i'll be out before your regulars arrive," you said, assuring that you WOULD be out before anything else happened.. but you did not. as you didn't expect the prices of food to be that high.

"look at this place," the employee said, leaning his palms against the edge of the counter. "what did you expect?"

he was right, the place looked like it was straight up from a renaissance painting with its mini chandeliers and pink roses on the sides as decorations. it did look like a modern cafe twisted with some hint of the classics.

"is there anything i could do? to pay for this i mean," you asked them, hiding your embarrassment of the lack of money.

"depends… what kind of element do you use?"

"...ice," you lied. no one would want a rare dark element in their place.

"hm.. i guess we could use some ice making help," they thought, then looked back at you who seemed desperate for the job. yes, it would hold you back on a few days but you really needed the money.. and a place to stay if they let you.

"okay, then. you're hired," they said as they lent out a hand for you to shake. it was covered in leftover flour and smelled like yeast. you grabbed his hand and shook it.

"the name's juyeon, and you?"

"y/n… i'm guessing you're a fire user?" you replied. it was obvious as he was cocky, yet a charming fella. you could say a demon in disguise.

"clever, i like that in people," he smirked, his face looked smug and it really pissed you off- but he might be your new manager or boss so you stuck up to it and let out a simple fake chuckle. "any other questions?

"do i get a place to stay along with the job?"

"no but you could stay over at my place," he acknowledged. your eyes dart around the room before they landed on him, as you let out a laugh.

"excuse me?"

"you heard me. i have a spear bed and everything," he said. you were baffled, it seemed like he didn't care if you were a serial killer, plus, he only knew your first name and what 'element' you responded to. what were you going to do?

"fine," you said, already looking forward to the comfort your body was going to feel once you finally sleep on a mattress.

"alright then, let's get to work barista."

as you both get to his apartment, you gazed at your surroundings. everything looked neat, and not a spick of dust were to be seen. you look at the mini hallway in the studio apartment of his and see two doors, opposite of each other and another at the end of it. before you could even step foot in the kitchen, the male pulled you aside. your reflexes almost caused you to punch his stupid face when you remembered that you were just a guest at this comfort place of his.

"rules," he said, in a stern voice. "one, not too much noise between eleven at night to six in the morning. two, don't use too much of the hot water because i'm touched starved too-"

you rolled your eyes at his last remark, acknowledging that it was a cruel true joke. "-three, save some snacks for me if you're planning to eat it all and four, we leave the bakery together and come back together. i'm not sure who your guardian is but, i'll make sure you're in one piece once you return to them"

"i'm my own guardian, excuse you."

"still, your safety is guaranteed when you're with me," juyeon claimed. you thought it was rubbish but still, he had a bigger brother vibe with the way he spoke and so you went with the flow.

"the left one's mine, the last one's the bathroom," he said, referring to the hallway of doors you were staring at. the muffled sound of news reporters from the television drowned itself in the background when you close the door behind you. a smile appeared on your face as you got to have your own room, without juyeon ever bugging you.

you place your heavy army backpack beside the door as you lay on the bed that was neatly made. you smiled, finally having a proper place to sleep. you thank god for the (annoying) co-worker that you met that day. you didn't even have a chance to shower before your thoughts drifted away, causing you to sleep.

the next morning, juyeon woke you up by shouting your name from the kitchen multiple times. you groaned at the sound of his voice at seven in the morning when you were used to waking up at nine. you sat up and started your day from there. thankfully, it wasn't too exhausting.

a morning walk to the cafe bakery was thankfully peaceful with the both of you not being the big social type nor the small talk type. the warm rays of sunlight made your morning so much better. you began working at the bar, where you produced many types of tea and other refreshing drinks. you managed to conjure up ice easily with some tricks your mother taught as a child.

you introduced yourself to the regulars as a new employee at the place and they politely welcomed you to the town and cafe. their smiles were genuine and sweet, they gave off a motherly feel whenever it appeared. yours, too, was genuine. you missed being in a community like this, so dearly that you almost teared up at the sight of a child being kind to you.

the night was better. the walk back to his place was filled with stories about the regulars that juyeon had been told. you had inserted some dull dad jokes here and there, making him let out a chuckle at least once.

once you both arrived at the apartment, you immediately went to get your shower supplies and headed to the bathroom. while showering, you thought of ways you could find her faster. you have tried multiple ways but still couldn't find solid proof of her whereabouts. you sighed scrubbing the bubbly shampoo onto your scalp. you could ask juyeon for help but your identity would be revealed and he might just kick you out for that. maybe, just maybe, you could keep this act up? for a little longer. at least until you get enough money to live on your own.

that was what you did for the next few months, keeping your act up for the rest of the world. you were careful not to reveal too much of yourself, not spreading too much information across to other people, not even juyeon. even if you had secrets, he still treated you as normal as everyone else. though, he did seem weird at times as if he could read your thoughts. this scared you as it wasn't impossible to learn occlumency even if it took time. over time, you and juyeon developed this best friend bond with each other; protecting and having each other's backs when needed. of course, he was the same person as the one you met on your first day around town which left a sense of comfort in you.

a nightmare dressed as a daydream was what you were as you would sneak out on nights before non-working days. you had to let out a piece of your dark powers out somehow. even if you knew how to conceal them, it didn't mean you could control them forever. you found a cave in the far east where no one would hear nor see you, and so that became your little relaxation cave.

not so long after, you found out that there was a man who could find things you couldn't. some say he had connections to the deeper net or even that he was related to some who were part of an underground gang. nonetheless, it didn't stop you from seeing the fella once a week or two. this method made itself a purpose as he gave you more information than any general person could; her hometown, her family members, and so much more.

it seemed like a miracle, though you never thought that she would have children, more than that of a son and a daughter. a fact that surprised you was that she had the same surname as your roommate. that was all the information he had, it was not much but you still thanked him for it. your night-ventures continued on, exploring the town and gathering bits of information through drunken folks at the tavern.

you would get home just before dawn and sleep until noon. of course, the male you lived with would nag you on waking up late but he never really cared either. he loved to see your bite back with your poor choice of words. everything felt right and everything felt okay, you were in peace with the world.

"where are you going?" his voice emerged from the darkness, causing your body to jump.

"i'm just gonna get some drinks," you answered, in a confident tone as you bit your inner bottom lip.

"are you going to go see him again?" juyeon asked, snickering along with his words. "don't think i don't know what you're up to."

his statements and questions made your mind run wild; how did he know? why didn't he ever stop you? did he understand what you were doing? did someone tell him? you became a still worried mess, not knowing what to say nor do. you were stuck in a pose as if medusa were to turn you into stone.

"please, just tell me where you're going tonight, or bring me with you," he said, his voice groggy as if he had woken up from a short sleep.

"no, i'm sorry, juyeon," the words flew out of your mouth as your thoughts re-organized themselves. "you can't"

"why not?" he asked, once again. at this point his questions seemed like an endless stream of cloth.

"because- you just can't," you sighed, relaxing your shoulders and going up to him. you didn't have any excuses because you weren't used to lying so much to someone who you cared for. "it's dangerous if you do, please just listen to me."

he sighed deeply as he always does before he nags. "i want to listen to you, y/n, but you going off in the middle of the night and coming home late isn't… so you. do you need to talk? or something. i know i'm not good with comfort but i'm here for you if you need to let out anything at all."

you felt broken, because you knew how much he longed for this type of relationship. he had told you about his sister that passed not so long ago and how much he adored her. you were about to say something when he placed his hands on your arms and gripped them, as a sign to not leave him.

"could you just tell me? please? i promise it would be a secret," he pleaded, truly worrying about what became a routine.

"you should sleep, juyeon. you have work tomorrow," you tried to avoid answering the question as much as possible but he made it so hard.

"i just want to know-"

"juyeon, you don't need to know. it's nothing important. you don't need to worry about me, alright? i promise i'll be okay," you said, in a sensible tone. you heard sniffles from the male that stood before you, as his grip on your arms loosened. he cracked a smile which held in pain mixed with joyful memories.

"you sound just like her," he said, in a shaky tone. he sounded weak, and you could see the pool of tears around his eyes. in that moment, you felt your breath turn shallow. you closed your eyes and immediately embraced the bigger man into a tight hug. you knew who he was referring to as he would do it so often when you opened your mouth to say anything. "you're like her" or "you act like my mother, you know that?", he always stated these in a cheery manner, but seeing him shatter like this made your heart wrench.

you decided to skip your night shenanigans when you lead him towards his room. you've never been in it but stepping into it, felt so cozy as if it were a cold breeze on a hot summer day. you sat him down on the edge of his bed, seeing his tears turn into a gold-ish colour. you sighed, seeing this side of him. you always saw the bright sunflower yellow but not this burnt out maroon red. you sat in silence as his sniffles calmed down.

the balcony door let in a ray of moonlight which shone on the boy beside you. you turned to look at him, and saw a grin emerge from his lips.

"thank you," he said in a whisper-tone. "for being here, y/n."

juyeon stared at the pale full moon that was on display for the people of the earth. "i'll always be here," you say, holding his hand. it was a nice intimate moment for the both of you. the state of serenity made you think about the things that led up to this right here and it was all because of a person whom you've never met.

"y'know.. she had the same powers as you," juyeon said, sipping his hot chocolate. you both were seated at the kitchen island with hot cocoas and mini marshmallows. it was almost four in the morning and so you both decided to stay up a little bit more, as if the sands of time didn't take precious hours of rest.

"she was a frost user as well?," you asked him, eager to know his family background.

"no," he said, chuckling before stuffing a few marshmallows into his already rich drink. you sat there, with one lifted eyebrow. "what are you talking about exactly?" you asked, warming your hands as it cupped the mug in front of you.

"you know what i mean," he said, holding in a deceiving smirk. your eyes widened and your hand gripped onto the mug handle. it wasn't the fact that he had discovered your hidden powers nor how he had hid the information that he knew your powers but it was the fact that the person that you were looking for all this time had died.

all the traveling and suffering lead you to this moment had been for nothing? you did all of this for her, and yet you turned into a sobbing mess when you visited her grave. juyeon held you close as you weeped when you saw her headstone. it absolutely broke you even if you've never even seen her nor heard her. he stayed strong for you when your head was buried into his chest. he could even feel the mix of rage and sadness as your powers seemed to leak from your tears.

"i miss her too," he spoke up, still caressing your weak state. "i'm sure she would have adored you so much, y/n"

your feelings got the best of you and soon every noise stopped, with only an ever-lasting ring in your ears. your tear-filled eyes opened to see a ring of dark purple surround you like a globe with your feet dangling in the air. it was a new, unspoken sight to see but what had happened outside the bubble was a new horror to you.

juyeon was laying on the ground, upon the many other graves. his skin covered with burnt marks of some kind, and his chest area covered with blood spots which may came from bullets. your bubble disappeared as you jumped down on the ground, going over to his lifeless body as fast as you could.

"y/n.." he said, breathless. "i'll be okay."

"but.."

"they'll be here soon."

you were confused on what he was referring to - not until you heard police and ambulance sirens coming from a distance. you cupped his face which managed to give you a small grin even in his hurtful state. "don't leave. don't leave me please."

"you need to run, y/n"

"stop. stop.. saying that," you pleaded, with some of your leftover tears dripping onto his burnt clothing. you could hear his last breaths too, which made it harder for you to ever leave his side.

"i'll see you later.. alright?" he asked, as his final words. his body fell to limp in your arms, when your tears started flowing like a never ending river. the sirens were coming closer at the scene of the crime, and there you sat, clutching onto him with your last hope of humanity. you didn't care about the police nor the property you destroyed, you lost him. you lost HIM.

in that moment, the world stayed still with no promise that it was going to spin again. your head felt dizzy as your limbs felt numb. you knew it only had been a few minutes but it felt like centuries with your silenced screams. you didn't want to be outcast, you were already alone in the world with no one else you could call for help. everyone else had their counterparts but all you had was yourself. you hated the thought of being lonely and so you stayed there, weak, just to feel something worth living for.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

The Salem House or The Scottish Cottage

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @stupidbluegirl @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst

This Passage Contains Potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and smutty content.

Summary: Rod and Kirby move in to their new cottage home in Salem, Oregon.

Kirby's POV:

Rod blindfolded me with one of his ties and drove our rented van out to the property, taking off my blindfold in front of the house.

"There it is, our new home," he twirled the keys around his index finger, "all ours now, Kirbs."

There it was, white panel exterior with fancy windows and lights along both sides of the gravel path towards the house. Without thinking I pulled Rod into a hug and kissed him, tears of happiness rolling down my cheek.

"Woah, baby, are ya alright sweetheart?"

"I love it, and I love you and-" Upon hearing that, Rod hoisted me over his shoulder, "Woah, Roddy, what are you doing?"

"Taking you inside and carrying you to the one room I know you're gonna love."

He carried me through the front double doors, through the foyer and then the kitchen, before carrying me past the television and sofa, past what I believe is the ground floor bathroom and up the stairs, letting me get a glance at the basement staircase as we went up to the top floor of our new home.

He then put me down in front of a pale green door with a childish or childlike, chalk or pastel drawing on the front.

I turned the handle slowly, not knowing what to expect.

Then I saw it.

The lone white bassinet.

Surrounded by soft toys and things you'd assume would be in a nursery.

"The former owners said that they're daughter was gonna move in before she moved to L.A. They knew she had a baby and set this room up. I'm gonna be honest with ya and tell ya that I let a couple tears slip when I saw this room ma-self, so I completely understand if you need a moment alone."

"Rod, Roddy, as much as I hate the weird wallpaper in the foyer, this room is," I took a second to compose myself, "It's perfect."

"Do ya wanna see our bedroom?"

"Yeah."

Rod showed me around the rest of the house before going into the basement.

"There's no attic, so the basement will have to do if we want to store anything anywhere."

The basement was large, the only room separated off from the rest of the basement was another bathroom. I walked to the opposite side of the basement and stopped in my tracks.

"What's wrong babe?"

"They have a hot tub?!"

"What?"

Rod walked over to me, also stopping upon seeing the hot tub in it's own corner of the basement, separate from the gym equipment and rugs and the very empty basement.

"What d'ya reckon they use that for?" Rod asked, teasing me slightly.

"No, Rod, eww, that's gross, you wouldn't dare suggest that!"

"Hot tub sex, babe, it's a thing."

"We are not doing that. Ever!"

"We are alone in the house, you know." He started unbuckling his belt, chucking it as well as his sporran down at his feet, "I know we've gotta fly back to the other side of the country later, but, right now, we're home, honey," He started walking towards me, whipping his jacket and shirt off, leaving him in his kilt and boots as he ran his hand through his hair, letting out a deep guttural sigh.

"I guess we could test out the new bed, Roddy." I started unbuttoning my shirt, exposing the peach toned tank top underneath.

"Or, We could have sex right here and now," He suggested, whipping his kilt off and in true Scottish fashion, revealing nothing but his bare body below.

He unclenched his hand, showing off the fact that he had brought a condom with him.

By the time we got to Taunton, Massachusetts on the first of March, Roddy had set aside some time for us to redecorate the house, and by the time we actually got around to redecorating, Roddy had recruited the rest of the D.O.D as well a Schultz, Orton and Orndorff to help us. We had met back at the house on the Eleventh (of March) and unbeknownst to me, Piper had made a couple calls to his friends from back in his NWA and Mid Atlantic days.

"Woo!"

"He didn't." Schultz grunted out, partly worried and partly surprised.

"He didn't do what … David?"

Schultz guided me outside to meet the guys.

"Piper! introduce ya wife to the boys, I'll go grab us some beer."

"I'm not his wife," I called after him as he walked back inside, "So, Roddy, who are these guys."

Rod leant up to kiss me, he would have backed me into the nearest wall if I didn't pull away immediately after, concern taking over any hint of a flirtatious mood in me.

"Who's this fine female?"

I recognised the voice from the yell earlier.

"Ric, this is my girlfriend, Kirby. Kirby, this is Ric Flair. Over there," he gestured to the other four, "Are Tully Blanchard, with the black hair, JJ Dillon, the other blonde looking one and Ole and Arn Anderson."

"Are they here to help or are they here to distract you?"

"The only thing distracting me is the idea of seeing you na-"

I covered Rod's mouth with my hand and gave Ric a sheepish smile, "I apologise for my hus, I mean boyfriend's attitude Ric."

"You almost said husband, Kirbs." Rod whispered to me as we led the boys inside, before he took me aside.

"It was a slip of the tongue."

"I'm sorry, about the kiss, I got a bit jealous because I know what Ric can be like, with women in particular."

"Rod, you shouldn't have to apologise for that, I love ya. I was going to start looking for you anyway, what d'ya want for lunch?"

"Don't you worry about that, I'll go grill those hamburgers we have in the fridge and … hey look, beer."

"Thank you, David."

"Anytime, Tall-ass."

"Look, babe, I'll deal with it alright, you stop worrying and I'll deal with it. I'm the man of the house so I'll deal with it."

I came up behind Roddy, putting my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his waist, kissing his neck.

"I'm gonna go rest for a bit Rod, my head feels funny."

"Baby, baby come here."

Rod helped me upstairs, making sure I didn't fall over and letting me lay on the bed.

"We have today and tomorrow here baby, relax."

"Rod, you know me, you know I wind myself up with worry."

"I know," He brushed his thumbs over my knuckles, "I'm gonna get you some hand wraps or something, stop punching things until ya knuckles bleed."

"I thought you were gonna go cook."

"I am, but, right now, I'm taking in every little detail of the woman I love."

"You softie."

"Oh really? I'm soft. You worry way more than me baby."

"I love you, Roddy."

"I love you too, Kirby."

I slept for a short while until I was woken up by Piper and Schultz yelling obscenities at each other. I ran down the stairs and outside the house to see the two grown men squabbling like children.

Without saying anything I picked Roddy up by his midsection and took him back inside, chucking him down on the sofa.

"I'm gonna fuckin-"

"Roderick!"

"Yes, baby."

"You are drunk, and shut up."

"Yes, Sweetheart."

I helped Roddy up, almost gagging at how strong the smell of alcohol was coming from him, swiftly avoiding his attempts at kissing me and placing my hand over his mouth.

By the Thirteenth we were back working and Rod had started to get fidgety around me until things came to a head on the Thirtieth.

"Rod, are you alright, you've been awfully quiet today."

"I'm fine baby, actually, Kirby?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to be on Piper's Pit?"

"When?"

"Sunday, Yes or No?"

"This Sunday?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there's your answer."

"Wait, you'll do it."

"Of fucking course I'll do it. I don't give a fuck what Damien says."

He let out a chuckle as I pulled into the hotel parking lot.

"How's the Visa status going?"

"It's good, I'll hopefully be a US citizen before the end of May."

"So, May, you'll be a citizen, so," He mumbled to himself for a short while, "Alright, cool."

Before long it was time for me to be on Piper's Pit, fully expecting Roddy to do something and cause a ruckus to occur.

"Well, I'd just like you to know, it's a pleasure to have our first, female, guest on Piper's Pit. I want you to know that I asked every single female in the entire WWF if they would be on the Pit and only one of them said 'yes' to me. The only woman with enough guts to face me with 'Gluttony' herself, Kirby Lucifarian. Kirby, I would like to thank you for being brave enough to come out here and face me. I had Captain Lou on here last week and he said something vague about you and your sisters protecting Lauper. Why would a woman like you, someone who doesn't smoke, doesn't swear, doesn't drink, or shack up with skinny little idiots like Dave Wolff, Why would a great and accomplished female wrestler like you offer her protection to Lauper?"

"First of all, Piper, thank you for having me on here."

"My pleasure."

"Secondly, I was going to let you unmask me, but you showed support of Big John Studd, A man I greatly despise for his disrespect of both me and André."

"I am sorry for going back on that unspoken promise, Miss Lucifarian."

"Thank you for the apology, Roddy, Thirdly, may I say that I did not offer my services of protection to Miss Lauper, instead that was my father who told, Miss Lauper, that the D.O.D would protect her. Why on earth would a woman with an intelligence that rivals, yours for example, protect a girl like Cyndi Lauper?"

"I don't admire a lot of women, but you, I like you. I admire your intelligence, your ability to strike fear into the hearts of men with your words alone. I know that you have been searching for your next challenging opponent, and I for one don't wanna offer myself up, I just want to know how difficult it has been for the past few weeks going without a challenging enough opponent for your skill level?"

"Well, Piper, it's been tough, honestly, I think I may have scared everyone off. As someone who has previously been banned from women's competition, I find getting any support in the ring quite hard at times. I find your lack of fear quite charming, honest to the Lord above, you charm me, boyo."

"Thank you, you're a real sweetheart. Quick question, why do you call me 'boyo'?"

"Don't you call men 'lad' in Glasgow?"

"Oh, I see, anyway, before you go, one last thing."

I wasn't expecting this, the rest me and Rod had planned in advance, but not that line, he said he wasn't going to pull anything, he gave me his word.

Then, before I knew what was going on, he unbuckled my mask, pulling it down for a moment and kissed me square on the lips, in front of the cameras and the fans.

I tried to stand up and he dipped me down into the kiss, much to the enjoyment of the fans, who were hooting and hollering, obviously this doesn't happen much in the WWF.

Roddy kept his right hand intertwined with my ponytail and had his left arm around my back, supporting most of my waist as he brought me back up and helped me re-fix my mask into it's rightful spot.

After the show I tried to avoid Roddy for a couple minutes, trying to make sense of why he would do such a thing knowing full well we were not an 'out' couple or even an 'in' couple with the fans, sure the fans enjoying the moment was nice, but we were both heels, we were not supposed to do that off-screen, let alone on-screen and in front of a full crowd of fans.

I came to the decision to drop it for now and wait for Rod to hopefully explain his actions or somehow work it into a programme.

My mind started to wonder, maybe he would try to use that as blackmail against Damien, or even against me.

The D200's door opening and slamming shut caught me off guard, making me jump a little.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to scare ya."

"I'm fine, Roddy, just caught up in my thoughts, that's all."

"What were ya thinking about?"

"Nothing important, mainly just what happened earlier."

"Ya mean, me, Orndorff and Schultz winning the match?"

"No, Roderick, the kiss, we didn't plan that."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to clear that with ya, but Orndorff and Schultz said that it would get the fans interested."

"Hon."

"Yeah?"

"Next time, please clear everything we do in a promo or interview with me first, so I don't start wondering if you'll blackmail me."

"I would never blackmail ya, maybe Damien, but never you."

"I love you, ya hot-headed, kilt wearing idiot."

"I love you to, ya blonde, gothic, tattooed Ivory tower."

"Did you call me an 'Ivory tower'?"

"You're tall and pale, what d'ya want me to say?"

END OF THE SALEM HOUSE or THE SCOTTISH COTTAGE

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 2)

Billy Hargove x reader

Summary: Billy and y/n have a fun and intimate day together.

Word Count: 1872

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3 • Series Masterlist

When you got in the car Hopper didn't take off. Instead he watched Billy wave to the two of you before he walked to his car and took off. "Who was that?" He asked. You couldn't see his expression behind his sunglasses.

"A friend." You said perkily.

"A friend, huh? Like, like a close friend?" His tone confused you, and though you couldn't tell, he was both worried and irritated.

You looked out the window happily. "I don't know yet. We just became friends today." You then looked at Hopper, eyes filled with excitement. "He's gonna take me somewhere tomorrow!"

"Yeah?" He was failing miserably trying to sound enthusiastic about this. "Where?"

"I don't know." You couldn't stop the smile on your face even if you tried. "It's a surprise!"

"Yeah, okay, we need to have a little chat when we get home." You asked what for, but he danced around the question. When you did get home, he led you to the couch where he plopped himself down. "So, uh, we need to have a little talk about... certain things."

"What kind of things?" You asked. "Guys and girls things?"

He huffed in aggravation. "Yes. Guys and girls things. See, sometimes there are certain guys that girls have to stay away from–"

You shook your head. "No no no, it's okay Hopper, really. Billy's not like that, I can feel it. He treats me good."

"Um, sometimes people treat other people nicely because they want something from them."

You stood up, going from behind his chair and hugging him, sending calming emotions through him. "Hopper, there's nothing to worry about. If he ends up being bad I'll calm him down with my abilities. Mkay?"

He huffed. "Fine." He slumped into his chair. "Could you stop using that on me? Now I don't want to get up." You giggled.

"Where are we going?" You asked as the school day ended. He led you to his car with his hands on your shoulders.

"That, sweetheart, is a surprise."

As Billy drove down the road, Queen blasting and you looking happily out the window, he thought about the girl right next to him. You. You were getting inside Billy's head. He couldn't stop thinking about you last night. About the way you listened to him when he talked about himself and actually cared about what he had to say. About the way you gave him such high appraisal. About how you continued to be nice to people even when they were all jackasses. About your smile and your giggle. Damn, was he whipped?

Once the car stopped you stepped outside, looking at a huge mall. "Billy, what is this?"

He stepped out of his car. "It's a mall outside of town. You need some better clothes, ones that you pick out. This place has clothes."

You bashfully shook your head. "Um, Hopper only gave me ten dollars and–"

"Y/n, look at me." You stopped talking and looked at Billy. "I'll pay for it, okay? You don't have to worry about anything."

You bit your lip, but still smiled brightly. You grabbed his hand and held it, which he was surprised of. He didn't really hold hands with anyone, especially not girls he takes interest in. But you were different. He felt calm holding your warm hand. He looked from your entwined fingers to your smiling face. Yeah, this was okay. "You really are a good person Billy. Let's go!"

Billy told you that you could go into any store you wanted. You didn't know what you should be looking for, so he took you to a clothing store. He then told you to pick out whatever you like. You tried on some clothes inside the dressing room, then came out in high waisted jeans and a small tight shirt that covered just below your belly button. "What do you think about this? I like it, but maybe it's not good on me."

You looked absolutely fucking hot in Billy's eyes. The outfit hugged your curves perfectly. Your hair complimented your face as it dropped off your shoulders. He went over to you and turned you around to face the full body mirror, with him behind you and his hands on your hips. "You look gorgeous, doll."

You both spent the day at the mall, you excitedly going through stores and him watching contently as he caused this happiness. Afterwards he took you to a diner, which you apparently never been to one before. "You mean this diner, right?"

"No, I mean any diner." You said as you looked around. You then looked at him. "Thank you for bringing me here Billy."

He reached across the table for your hand, grabbing it as he felt your warmth again. "It's no problem sweetheart." He then noticed something on your arm. 005. "You have a tattoo?"

You gasped and yanked your hand away. You then looked down at your lap. He heard you mumble an apology. "Um, this was given to me by the people who had me and my sister El before Hopper began to take care of us. They numbered us all. I've had this for as long as I can remember."

Billy stared at your sad eyes that refused to look up. What kind of life were you living? How were you so nice when all this crap happened to you? He got out from his side of the booth and slid next to you. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"People like to make fun of Hopper because he's sluggish and a little over weight, but he's a good person. He treats me and El like we're his children and he does the best he can. Why do people laugh at us? What's so funny about my family?"

You felt a pain inside of you as a lump grew in your throat. You figured you probably scared him off, dumping your baggage onto him. Maybe this was your problem. You were just too different. Maybe you should–

An arm snaked around your waist and Billy pulled you closer to his side, where you fit perfectly. "Absolutely nothing, sweetheart. People just don't see things the way you do. They aren't as smart as you."

You finally looked up at Billy. You never really paid any attention to looks. It had nothing to do with the kind of person someone is. But looking into Billy's eyes, you found him very attractive. "You're very pretty." You blurted out. "I just wanted to let you know."

Billy chuckled. "What do you find pretty about me doll?"

"Your face. It's beautiful. Your hair. It looks soft. Your body. I don't think I've ever seen someone look as physically strong as you. Mainly your eyes. They're very calming."

You both leaned in closer to each other, though you didn't really know what would happen next, when the waitress cleared her throat, looking annoyed. She then smiled at Billy. She took your order and soon enough brought you your plates. Although she put Billy's plate of food on the other side of the table, he slid it over to your side and stayed next to you.

Once the waitress brought the check, she put her hand on Billy's arm, squeezing it and giving a wink as she left. The bill had her number written on. "Um, maybe I could call Hopper to come pick me up if you want to stay with that waitress."

"Now why would I want to do that when I got you right here?" You smiled and watched as he took out a cigarette, lighting it as he turned to face you again. He looked in your eyes, a small smile on his lips. "Besides, we're not done yet."

You two then went for a walk together, talking about anything and everything. He told you about his plans to go back to California once he has enough money. You told him that you wished to see the world; anywhere outside of Hawkins. You both then made a deal that if the two of you were to remain friends, then you would go together. You were so happy that you accidentally radiated off some happiness, making Billy feel all warm and tingly inside.

As he drove you home you answered the questions you could about your background. You mainly told him about your sister Eleven. He asked you why your house was in the middle of a forest, and you responded by saying that Hopper was just worried for you and El. You were very vague with your answers but Billy didn't push at it, considering you were brave enough to even share some information with someone, especially him. Once he stopped the car he got out the bags from the trunk and knocked on the door. Hopper answered the door with a happy face until he saw Billy.

"He's just gonna set down the stuff and then head back to the car." You said with a smile. Hopper silently opened the door while watching Billy's every move. Billy mumbled an excuse me sir and put the stuff he bought you down. "I'm gonna walk him out and say bye now." And with that the two of you were gone again. "I had a really nice time." You happily said.

"So did I sweetheart." He had his hands in his pockets and flashed you a charming smile.

You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him. Billy again felt a surge of warmth course through his body, only this time it was not from your powers. "Thank you for this day. There's something in the backseat for you." He pulled away a bit and looked down at you, cocking his head curiously. "It was a well spent 7 dollars." Your face radiated with happiness and excitement.

You then gave him one more quick hug and went inside. Billy walked to the car, slightly excited as well, and slid into the drivers seat. He looked back at what was sitting in the back seat, and couldn't help but crack a smile. It was a teddy bear with a leather jacket on and a cigarette in hand. He grabbed the bear and inspected it. There was a folded paper in the jacket pocket. He took it out and unfolded it, revealing a phone number. He chuckled and drove home.

He decided to call the number as he got home. Everyone was asleep, including Neil, so it wouldn't be a problem. Lucky for him, you were sitting by your phone in your room hoping he would call. Once it rang, you picked up with a smile. "You called." He heard your sweet tone.

"Happy to hear from me doll?" You could practically hear his smile.

"Of course! Did you like my gift?"

Billy stared at the teddy bear on his bed. "Yeah, he's cute. Almost as cute as you."

You suppressed your giggle. "His name is Damien, but I was gonna name him Billy if I decided to bring him home with me."

There was a pause on the other end, until Billy asked, "So, what are we gonna do next?"

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I'm sorry to hear you're having a bad brain day. Those are the worst. If it helps at all, do you have any HCs about how the Arcana LIs celebrate their birthdays once they're with your apprentices?

thank you my brain was beating me up bad today U___U  spending time writing gets me really focused and helps a lot. here’s some headcanons for all my LI/Apprentice ships

Kamui x Asra

Kamui really wants to spoil the everloving fuck out of his lover(s). He doesn’t want to completely control their entire day (unless they want him to) though the urge is definitely there to plan something very elaborate. He has a lot of love in his heart and it makes him feel like he’s gotta do something Big to properly express how he feels

Gives Asra a lot of options for things they could do together and lets Asra decide, based on however he feels at the time. They could go to a spa and relax. Go on a picnic in the woods. Do something mischievous and potentially illegal. Or just stay in bed all day talking, eating food Kamui prepares for them with the Highest Quality Ingredients and care put into them, and get a little, a little, a little hands on

He wants to take care of Asra the entire day like he’s royalty. His birthday is such an excuse to get to do these sorts of things and Kamui is going to take full advantage. Brush his hair and they’ll take a bath together where Kamui washes him and does his makeup and nails and they dress up cozy and spend all day together. Kamui worries about pressuring Asra into something when he might have other plans but Asra’s plans begin and end with Kamui being there so. Kinda hard for him to be dissatisfied

Asra is the type to respond to “what do you want for your birthday” with “you”

Though Kamui doesn’t need to ask because he already knows exactly what he’s getting Asra and it probably involves something pretty Asra can wear, some good food, maybe something practical for his magic or something for Faust since it’s also her birthday too and it’s important that she doesn’t get left out. This is to say there won’t be just one gift there’s gonna be a lot of them and he’s a little embarrassed by how many things he ended up with and he’s going to blush when he presents them

But Asra does the same exact shit when it’s Kamui’s birthday. They’re both romantic idiots who are the type to be like “I saw this and thought of you and so I bought it for you” for lots and lots of things

Kamui’s not good at making things outside of like, food. So most of his gifts were bought, but for Kamui’s birthday Asra spends time making a lot of different things with every creative skill he has. Knitting him red scarves and making him little woodwork statues of cats etc.

Kamui x Julian

Something tells me Julian doesn’t do much to celebrate his own birthday and never drops hints about it but Kamui will find out and be like Listen You Fuck I Will Celebrate The Ever Loving Shit Out Of You. You Cannot Stop Me

Wakes him up in the morning very sweetly and makes him breakfast. He has plans because he knows Julian was just going to work all day and maybe go to the Raven that night as a treat and that is Not Acceptable

Julian probably cries at some point just a little bit because Kamui dresses up very nice and then does Julian’s makeup and hair and takes him on a walk before they sneak into that one abandoned garden from Julian’s Lovers chapter and have a picnic and Kamui pushes him down and kisses him and tells him how beautiful he is and then just starts reciting some poetry he wrote about Julian and There Are Limits He Cannot TAKE This!!! Somehow Kamui found a beautiful metaphor to describe Julian’s eyes and it’s illegal. How dare he

Lots of laughing and running around getting into trouble and Kamui tugs him into an alley every now and then to kiss him and get him all riled up

Kamui goes out of his way to be gentlemanly before Julian can do it first and Julian’s blushing like how do I cope--

Gifts include a book of poetry Kamui wrote about Julian and general gay yearning (and he’s extremely embarrassed about it because he’s not so sure any of it is any good but Julian Loves It. It’s A Masterpiece), a bunch of other books he thought Julian would like to drown out the embarrassing love poetry, some cool knives, expensive wine, magic charms he made himself (lots of stuff to protect against nightmares), and like. the sexy stuff. A ruby-adorned choker and black lingerie. Hello Julian your boyfriend has money

After getting into trouble all day, Kamui takes him stargazing and then they go to the shop where Kamui set up candles and rose petals and whatnot so they could take a fancy bubble bath and drink wine before they spend all night in bed together if you know what I

Kamui x Muriel

Had to pry his birth date out of Asra because Muriel won’t acknowledge his own birthday. He does not deserve to be celebrated. Kamui begs to differ

Muriel just knows Kamui’s birthday by default because Asra would talk about it in the past so he doesn’t have to ask. After they start dating, once November 14th rolls around he’s got a bunch of gifts prepared. Very simple, like, some stuff he carved, a nice meal, a wildflower bouquet, maybe some sort of lotion or perfume he made with Asra’s help. And Kamui cries about it because it’s just so sweet and heartfelt and AHHHH-

Kamui knows Muriel doesn’t like all the fancy stuff he does, but he still wants Muriel to feel really special. It’ll take some convincing but he’d like to take Muriel to a nice spa where he assures him it’s very quiet and they won’t be bothered. A hot spring, mud bath, that sort of thing.

They can go on a walk through the woods and forage for stuff to make a meal with, then they cook together and Kamui tries to hand feed him but Muriel is so embarrassed it doesn’t go very far. Still Kamui will sit in his lap afterwards and they’ll just bask in the peace of nature for awhile. Maybe Kamui will talk a little, quietly, and about nothing of consequence so Muriel doesn’t even need to listen to the words, he’s just lulled by the sound of his voice

Gifts! A lot of stuff for Inanna and the chickens to take the pressure off of Muriel having to receive a lot of things directly (though they all make him happy just the same). For Muriel directly, Kamui gets him stuff to make his life more comfortable; a soft teal blanket, pretty silk ties for his hair, homemade lotions/salves to make his scars hurt a bit less. Charms for protection and restful sleep.

Lots of kissing and praise throughout the day. More than usual, that is. Muriel NEEDS to know he is loved and appreciated and Kamui is very glad that he was born.

Very low energy, Kamui wants to do things to help him relax, turn his brain off, feel loose, good, loved. A very slow day without too much in it.

Sae x Nadia

“What’s that? It’s your day of birth and you have WORK scheduled? Don’t think so. I told everyone to go fuck themselves and had the chef bring us breakfast in bed. Once you’re finished I will braid your hair and use this oil I made to administer a full body massage. My very genius plan. Praise me”

They dress very comfortably because if anyone has a fucking PROBLEM then Sae will flay them alive from the inside out and Nadia considers that a wee bit of a turn-on. It’s cozy day bay bee. They drink tea out on the veranda with no shoes on (!!) and spend the entire day indulging

Sae puts on a magic show for Nadia (and no one else) at night that’s very mesmerizing and beautiful. Nadia responds by pulling Sae into her lap and kissing her dizzy and then Sae’s like “S-So did you like it then--”

Sae doesn’t exactly have plans so much as she hisses like a feral cat at anyone who tries to make Nadia do Work thus allowing Nadia to do whatever she wants, and Sae is at her disposal

Not much in the way of gifts because Sae doesn’t see the point in providing material possessions so much as providing An Experience

Sae doesn’t really Get birthdays because hers were never celebrated so it’s a learning experience for her. All she thinks is that this seems like the right time to spoil Nadia, and that’s, like, enough, right?

Whispers in Nadia’s ear that she’s wearing lingerie under her outfit but then won’t let Nadia unwrap that present until later. Probably won’t wait very long though they’ll be very busy all day if you know what I

Sae x Portia

Sae doesn’t have to do much but provide her presence. Portia knows what she wants to do, although she’d be delighted to let Sae plan a day for them once in awhile. There’s a lot of things Portia’s thought about doing but no time to do them, and her birthday is the perfect time for that. Nadia would let her take time off easy.

In this instance, Sae would arrive with like a bag of handmade chocolates or a decorated mason jar with some jam or something in it and present it to her arms out turned away blushing furiously and Portia can’t stop giggling at how cute she is. She kisses her and holds the gift lovingly against her chest, they’ll share it on the picnic they’re about to go on together!

Cozy clothes they aren’t afraid to get dirty in, laid out on a gingham blanket and talking, holding hands, feeding each other, kissing. Spoiling Pepi who comes over to hang out.

They go into the palace for hijinks. Sae follows along not knowing where they’re going or who they’re talking to or what they’re doing but Portia is so fun and she knows it’ll be good. Sae teaches her some magic along the way to make everything even more exciting, they can play some pranks where Sae teaches her a spell and Portia uses it for shenanigans

Sae can pay for them to go out into the town and eat at a nice bakery, and then she holds Portia’s hand and leads her to some stray cats she found recently. After that she can show Portia some magic stuff in the woods or maybe they can plan to travel somewhere adventurous where Sae can watch Portia swing around a huge sword maybe. They try out a bunch of fun stuff fit for a magician, stuff Sae’s pretty used to but it makes Portia’s face light up with wonder and Sae just stares at her. Heart eyes

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Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: ? Janis: didn't wanna wake you Janis: had to go get Grace Jimmy: is she alright? Janis: erm, loosely Janis: it's a whole situation you don't need to worry about but she's not about to be murdered so yeah, for our purposes Jimmy: you alright? Janis: just really Janis: I don't know Janis: yeah Jimmy: It's my turn to steal a car Jimmy: say the word, babe Janis: cheers Janis: step up from what she was working with, even if I'm not sure you'd pass a breathalyzer yet, like Jimmy: challenge accepted Janis: 👮💪 Janis: don't actually though, just so we're clear Janis: you should go back to sleep Jimmy: tell it to the 🐕 Jimmy: she's followed me all about everywhere I looked for you Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: awh Janis: I'm sorry Jimmy: Again, tell her 'cause 🏆💪 late night trampoline champ, me Janis: make it up to her, obviously Janis: if Ian wasn't 😡 enough over the kids, the kebab shit she does will send him over the edge, like Jimmy: She's alright she's had a walk to the scene of your failed crime with me Jimmy: Ian'll be 💔 as Sharon or whatever her name is Jimmy: let's call her mum Janis: damn, are YOU alright? Janis: didn't pull a shotgun did she Jimmy: I didn't pull a muscle or owt either 🥇 tah Jimmy: What kind of Romeo would I be if I'm not coming through a window or chucking shit at it, like? Jimmy: not real 💩 though, you're alright Janis: dead impressive, you Janis: and probably for the best, can they get DNA from shit? Janis: idk Jimmy: might do if I were 45 and it had 🩸 in it Janis: 😂 this is gross Jimmy: *goals Jimmy: I reckon we're proper starcrossed now, she were fuming Janis: of course, tbh Romeo was lucky she weren't just emptying her chamber pot when he was lurking Janis: oh god Janis: she always is so don't take it personal Jimmy: might've helped if 1. I could remember your name Jimmy: 2. Twix didn't near get in a 🐕 fight with hers Jimmy: 3. I never said 'same, mate' when she said she had work in a bit Janis: 🙄 Janis: well, as your luck would have it Janis: may have unintentionally started a widespread family drama so Janis: gracie, meet bus Jimmy: it ain't my fault or bad luck if your parents gave more than one of you J names and if not, easy guess who I meant Jimmy: described you and owt so Janis: sure it was so favourable Jimmy: 'course Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: just made that face at her, yeah Jimmy: what kind of poet do you take me for? Jimmy: obviously prepared something on the way Janis: if you were any kind you'd tell me you dreamt it, boy Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: Oi, I'm not reading my dream diary to you, dickhead Janis: 💔 Janis: I'll just be bored on my walk then Janis: rude Jimmy: Impossible to be bored with a kebab or how pissed Gracie must be to have agreed to that Jimmy: she'll be dreaming about them calories and waking up to 💀👑 death threats Janis: it is very tempting to DM her a mukbang but Jimmy: if you don't, I'll stop waiting here like your 💔 missus and come do it Janis: shaz suits you Jimmy: there's your warning, Jules Jimmy: and it don't end in a y so how could it possibly? Jimmy: Ian's never wrong Janis: hot Janis: x2, duh Jimmy: 😏 Janis: oh, before I forget Janis: she said sorry Jimmy: I get it, our kid drives me to drink an' all Janis: 'scuse you, I'm responsible af Janis: she's just talking a lot Janis: more than usual Jimmy: she's wasted then? Janis: don't take much Jimmy: pisshead and a lightweight 💕 Janis: oi Jimmy: tah for only twinning with your 💕🍺 Jimmy: keeping it 🥇 Janis: 😒 Jimmy: I miss you too, girl Janis: really Janis: 🤔🤔🤔 Jimmy: You don't reckon I'm 💔🎻😭? Janis: tis your default so Jimmy: Oi Janis: what Jimmy: Are you gonna stay? Jimmy: there, at yours Janis: idk Janis: might have to Jimmy: I weren't lying to your young, fit nan Jimmy: I do have a shift in a bit Janis: firstly, ew Janis: secondly, eww Jimmy: and thirdly? Janis: alright, see you later then Jimmy: No Janis: what? Jimmy: Don't just go again Janis: I didn't mean Janis: I meant I'll probably stay here then, for all the reasons Jimmy: 👌 Janis: I miss you too Jimmy: Then just Janis: I'll come back as soon as I can Janis: but probably be at the CG the way this day's going Jimmy: You gonna bring your hungover sister? Janis: why you wanna see her so bad, like Jimmy: now that she's nicked you off me, I do Janis: Babe Jimmy: What? Janis: you're just really Jimmy: 😡😡 yeah, me and your nan Janis: was going to say nice Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: You're the one saving Grace Jimmy: I'm only here 😭😭😭 Jimmy: me and the 🐕 Janis: debatable that Janis: she's a good dog too Jimmy: You're a good girlfriend Jimmy: next time just tell me you're going Janis: I will Janis: promise Janis: you were just so 😴 Jimmy: I don't care if I'm 💀💀💀 wake me Jimmy: I thought Janis: I know Janis: in hindsight Jimmy: if you're gonna sober up enough to ever have 2nd thoughts about owt I've said, at least write it down somewhere Jimmy: save me a 💀💌 Jimmy: you know I'm basically illiterate Janis: i ain't Janis: i won't, like Jimmy: You still like me then? Janis: of course I do Janis: think drunk grace spits so much truth I'm reconsidering, like Jimmy: Being in love with Mia is enough to put anyone off, to be fair Jimmy: even my ex weren't bad as her Janis: the 💔 is very real here Jimmy: I can imagine, won't, like, but easily could Jimmy: got the orchestra following you home, babe Janis: take it, like Janis: at least those losers won't have bad intentions Jimmy: they ain't gonna piss about 🎻s to play Jimmy: and they know how 💪💪💪 you are Janis: who don't tbh Janis: 👊👊👊 Jimmy: my dad and Sharon Jimmy: might've missed your chance to show her but 🤞 Ian won't die before we can kill him Janis: I'll be back 🤖 Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I want you back Janis: trust me, rather be there, even if I weren't somewhere this shit Jimmy: can't you get here somehow? Jimmy: both bigheads, gotta be able to make it work Janis: I'm 🤞 they'll reckon she's in a worse enough state that they'll put her to bed and I can make my exit Jimmy: Get to the CG and I'll meet you there, open up earlier than planned Janis: I am only in it for the lattes Janis: 😍🤤 Jimmy: There you go then Jimmy: 🔑💕 Janis: honestly, was opening up meant to be a punishment or the #ultimatewingmanmove Janis: thanks.. graham Jimmy: Let me know after I've taught you ☕🎨 Jimmy: ultimate skill for the CV that Janis: also so important to me Janis: career progression Janis: only so far all the 💸 will take me Jimmy: #obvs Jimmy: good acoustics in there if owt else fails Jimmy: for your 😇 voice Janis: your 😈 one Jimmy: You're so Janis: your fault Janis: and your problem now so Jimmy: Your own fault Jimmy: but no problem Janis: you Janis: just Janis: you know Jimmy: you baby Jimmy: it's been you this entire time Janis: I can't Jimmy: Bollocks, there's nowt you can't do Jimmy: 🥇 girl Janis: I really fucking like you alright Jimmy: It's alright with me Janis: good Jimmy: You wanna do something when I'm done being paid to serve? Jimmy: just me and you Janis: yeah Janis: like what, I mean Jimmy: have a think Jimmy: I will an' all Janis: 👍 Jimmy: 👌 Janis: 💕 Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: 😏 Jimmy: 😘 Janis: 🤓 Jimmy: 💔 Janis: 😎 Jimmy: 😏 Janis: the amount of times I've saved her from the road/bushes/tripping over thin air tonight when I could just let her 💀 means you're gonna be so nice to me, right? Jimmy: I'll be nice to you 'cause I want to Jimmy: Grace don't come into it Janis: even better then Janis: just reminding you, such a 😇 Jimmy: still got your song in my head Jimmy: weren't likely to forget Janis: just my name Janis: standard Jimmy: I know your name, Juliet Janis: Well I know how to make you say it so Janis: who's the real romantic here Jimmy: been saying it's you since day 1 Jimmy: no need for a twitter poll Janis: so what you're saying is, I win Jimmy: Nah, I do Jimmy: you're with this miserable dickhead Jimmy: I get the last true romantic Janis: don't do yourself dirty Janis: you're alright Jimmy: Tah Janis: you could've swooned a bit Janis: really meant that, dickhead Jimmy: Calm down, I felt it Janis: ugh Janis: feel a bit sick Jimmy: Shut up Janis: oh lol Janis: meant that too but unrelated Janis: probably the kebab Jimmy: such a pisstake you Jimmy: Alright well 🤢 before you get to me, like Janis: charming Janis: some nurse you are Jimmy: Grace will hold your hair back for you, all the practice she's had Janis: yeah, such a help her rn Jimmy: better not set her off 🤢🤢🤢 an' all then Janis: shut up Jimmy: Baby Janis: you reckon I could push her in and run Janis: before either of them come Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: top plan Janis: yeah? Jimmy: Depends how sick you feel Janis: sicker if i have to stay Jimmy: If you have to stay, I'll just come to you Jimmy: Get someone to cover Janis: nah, don't need to do that Janis: they're just gonna wanna talk so I'll just have to ignore them like usual Janis: just gonna be a bit Janis: frantic, tonight and I'd rather not Jimmy: 🤢 that'll 💀💀💀 the chat Janis: 👍 Jimmy: It'll be alright Jimmy: like you said, she's in no state to do owt but 😭 or 💤 Janis: all the more reason to snatch me Jimmy: why what've done? Jimmy: you* Janis: long story Janis: what ain't I done 😎 Jimmy: *😈 Janis: exactly Jimmy: Stop flirting with me Jimmy: I get it, you're well fit and mysterious Janis: you have no idea, mate Jimmy: Tell me then Jimmy: didn't get a bedtime story so Janis: break my heart in a minute Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: Pete can keep his 🎸 working for me them Janis: wouldn't know where to begin, like Janis: without a 🎻 or 🎸 Janis: 🤞 they don't know either Jimmy: been a bit of a weird night, yeah? Janis: yeah Janis: some of it was good still Jimmy: I'll always give you good weird, babe Jimmy: promise Janis: thanks, really Jimmy: I wanna do more Jimmy: what can I? Janis: don't go nowhere Janis: stay Jimmy: Alright Janis: I know it's weird Janis: to say Janis: just a weird night yeah Jimmy: Why do you reckon it's weird? Jimmy: You're allowed to want me to be about Janis: I dunno Jimmy: You've not done this before, have you? Jimmy: that'll be why Janis: navigated a drunk grace home? Janis: unfortunately not my first rodeo Jimmy: 🥇 #bants mate but not what I meant Janis: what do you mean then Jimmy: You didn't get me? 💔 Janis: how ungoals Janis: have to dump me Jimmy: subtle Janis: shut up Jimmy: not me who did a 🌙 flit, were it? Janis: if Cass ever manages to get herself in half a state, you've got a free pass, like Jimmy: Leave it out Janis: yeah Jimmy: seriously Janis: alright Janis: ain't said anything Jimmy: 👍 Janis: well you know the drill Janis: wish me 🍀 Janis: come find me if it gets to a couple of days Jimmy: that ain't funny Jimmy: but alright Janis: I know it ain't Jimmy: have a look at where I said leave it out then Janis: well I mean it, we're there, like Janis: not gonna be accused of 👻ing again Jimmy: so go on and crack on Janis: fine Jimmy: 👌 Janis: [let's say she can get out in a reasonable amount of time like shh cali not now] Janis: at work? Jimmy: [a 😒 selfie to show he is] Janis: another day another dollar Janis: want me to come see you Jimmy: I won't take you to get that as a matching tramp stamp, rich girl, but it'll do well on the 'gram Janis: you gonna do it for me Jimmy: obvs, nowt I wouldn't 💕 Janis: find the cleanest biro you can then, dickhead Jimmy: [selfie of him with a pen in his mouth like this'll do] Janis: 😏 Janis: stop flirting with me and start flirting with your customers Jimmy: uploading my nudes to the CG insta, hang on Jimmy: just gotta keep one arm round Doris so she don't 💀💀💀 Jimmy: didn't have her hip done that long ago Janis: such a talented multi-tasker Janis: defs need a raise Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: you need anything Jimmy: other than a raise? Janis: do my best Janis: such a fan of mine, dennis Jimmy: who ain't, babe? Janis: oh, some ginger prick, appaz Jimmy: What? Janis: of the many enlightening things gracie came out with, the fact some lad reckons I shagged his bird was the funniest tbh Janis: catch me brawling for her affection Jimmy: 🙄😏 can't take you nowhere Jimmy: get back in the closet for a bit tah, you're showing me up Janis: oi, don't take his side Janis: worst bf ever 💔 Jimmy: It's been a few hours now, like Jimmy: What did you reckon 💕 and 🌹? Janis: obvs Janis: no less for me 👑 Jimmy: good, won't have to chuck this bunch back on the ⚰ for a bit then Janis: don't worry, when it comes to it, seperate your yelp review and bf one Janis: not that rude Jimmy: career progression really is important to you, eh? Jimmy: so hot Janis: top priority Jimmy: I'll let my manager know Janis: Busy shift? Jimmy: You want a smoothie that bad? Jimmy: I'll sort you out with a queue jump, babe Janis: just sound it Janis: I can wait Jimmy: If I sound 😒 and 😫 that'll be 'cause I am Janis: hold your nose and down 'em all, like Jimmy: just neck this lass' espresso in front of her Jimmy: #savage Janis: 😂 Janis: I think it's funny, get on board jeremy Jimmy: if you ain't put owt in the suggestion box, now's the time, girl Janis: will do Janis: reckon I'm gonna shower and sort myself 'fore I come though Janis: pretty wrecked and all Jimmy: You had any sleep? Janis: nah Jimmy: Get some, dickhead Janis: I've survived on less, it's alright Jimmy: That weren't what I asked Janis: didn't really ask, more demand Janis: time and a place to be all 🤤 babe Jimmy: Here's me demanding you don't pass out in the CG then Jimmy: and your warning that I will draw on your face Janis: fair Janis: but Jimmy: but what? Janis: I just wanna see you Jimmy: I'll wake you up when I'm done Jimmy: you know how much I love the bus ride to yours Jimmy: Why are you trying to deny me my fave thing? So rude Janis: I'm your fave thing Janis: ruder Jimmy: So I don't want you to 💀💀💀 Jimmy: just sleep Janis: okay Janis: I'll try Jimmy: 🧸💕 Jimmy: I'll try not to be jealous Janis: I hope it smells enough like you so I can 😴 Jimmy: put my hoodie on, I'll be there as soon as Janis: Okay Janis: try not to fall into the steamer Janis: I'd miss your face Jimmy: Me an' all Jimmy: need it to rest my 😎 on Jimmy: and how would I 🚬? Janis: keep those 👂s and 👃 in tact Janis: gobhole still be there Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I get it, you'd miss my 👂 the most Jimmy: do it for you then, baby Janis: how would I even show my 💕 Janis: don't bear thinking about Jimmy: I might think about it Jimmy: just a bit Janis: 😏 hm Janis: idk if that will help me sleep but Jimmy: I'd say sorry but it'll only sound fake Janis: never fake, us Jimmy: could obvs say the same about that ginger dickhead and his gay missus though Janis: how rude to try and get rid via slandering my name Janis: literally just got this rep girl Jimmy: I'll have a scrap with him but it's probably best if you don't touch her Janis: get her to do a police sketch Janis: did she imagine it or Janis: who knows Jimmy: maybe she fucked your sister but Grace don't want 💀👑 to dump her so she's saying it were you Janis: 😱 Janis: falls apart when they're off-again already Janis: but let's spread that instead, obvs Jimmy: #trueloveaintneveroff Jimmy: soz for the stuff of nightmares though, Judith Janis: truly, gonna have her as my sleep paralysis demon Janis: come through 👑charming Jimmy: Hang on, I fucked up but I can fix this Jimmy: [voice memo that's like a bedtime story because he's a nerd on his break and is obvs gonna use his time wisely to make something up] Jimmy: stick that on, you'll be alright Janis: [does] Janis: this is Janis: why are you the cutest I hate it Jimmy: shhh Jimmy: 😴😴😴 Janis: okay but I had to let you know Janis: earnt being bigheaded this time Jimmy: 💪🏆 Janis: 🌃 Jimmy: in a bit, girl Jimmy: [we should say he does go to Cali's so she can wake up whenever to him being there and sleepy snuggling her, gutted for the bear obvs] Janis: ['hey' so buzzin' like] Jimmy: [says it back so softly because all 😍 at how cute she is sleeping] Janis: [when you don't know what to do with yourself badadadum] Jimmy: [a kiss hello is what he should do though because cute and a mood] Janis: [the l word keeps coming like it is time] Jimmy: [that ILY curse, hello to you, my friend] Janis: ['how was the rest of your shift?' yawning so snoozy] Jimmy: [when you just snuggle into her even more than you were like is that an answer or do you just wanna, there's no way to know] Janis: [have that snugg time lads you've earnt it] Jimmy: [just let him be soft 5ever and hold her and kiss her as much as he wants thank you world] Janis: [he gonna need sleep too so have at it] Jimmy: [mhmm be the big 🥄 boy] Janis: [enjoy all that hair we know you do] Jimmy: [shameless] Janis: [just listening to the story again] Jimmy: [I also like to think Pablo had to let him in for my own lols] Janis: [yasss if it was either of cali they'd wanna talk ew] Jimmy: [and Grace is dying so] Janis: [poor girl lol] Jimmy: [if Mia comes knocking she ain't coming in, nobody wants to see you hun especially Pablo] Janis: [oh lord, tryna bang him when she's home i see u] Jimmy: [we all know she would] Janis: [snek, have a field day 'cos JJ are there too] Jimmy: [true] Janis: [too bad bitch] Jimmy: [imagine how unsympathetic she'd be even if Grace was actually dying, the friend we all want obvs] Janis: [i imagine she's like ellie's mum and just talks about herself like literally oblivious] Jimmy: [honestly, suck it up buttercup, am I right?] Janis: [lmaooooo]

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Twist 那個油罐車竟然是實景拍攝

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On this day in 1996 Twister was released "That's no moon, it's a space station!" Tom Hanks was the original choice for the role of Bill Harding. Hanks read lines with the cast and even chose the character's wardrobe, which stayed in the final film, before dropping out. Kurt Russell and Michael Keaton were other possible considerations. Bill Paxton was chosen due to his "southern everyman charm" on a recommendation from director James Cameron. Another James Cameron connection is the name on the tanker truck that pushes Bill's pickup off of the tree is "Benthic Petroleum" which is the same oil company that Ed Harris' crew works for in The Abyss (1989). The base camp (where the crew trucks and equipment are staged) for the end sequence was at a pig farm down the road from the well-house. Every morning the cast and crew were greeted by the smell of a 2-acre pig-waste holding pond in the middle of all the trucks. 2nd AD Richard Oswald shared with us that the legendary Newt Arnold, was the 1st AD would do a loud Tarzan howl when camera was ready! During the hot summer shoot the crew went thru tons of Gold Bond for their “nether region” during dustings at lunch. Crew stories member Jeff Machit shared this anecdote about his experience on the film, my favorite Twister moment. “We’re working in the middle of tornado alley during the middle of tornado season. Many of the crew were concerned about what to do if we were threatened by a real twister. Production brought in the local TV weather man to reassure us. He told us not to worry as we have an on site Doppler radar. The radar would give us a 15 minute warning. He also reassured us that there were two helicopters standing by to evacuate all the above-the-line personnel. The rest of crew should find a ditch to jump into.” Some crew members, feeling that De Bont was "out of control", left the production five weeks into filming. The camera crew led by cinematographer Don Burgess ASC claimed De Bont "didn't know what he wanted till he saw it. He would shoot one direction, with all the equipment behind the view of the camera, and then he'd want to shoot in the other direction right away and we'd have to move [everything] and he'd get angry that we took too long ... and it was always everybody else's fault, never his". De Bont claims that they had to schedule at least three scenes every day because the weather changed so often, and "Don had trouble adjusting to that". When De Bont threw down a camera assistant in a fit of rage, Burgess and his crew had enough and walked off the set, much to the shock of the cast. I just talked to the AC now a operator and he shared this with us. “Looking back on it, I wish I had the self confidence and awareness to make an official complaint to the studio. But I was 32 years old with two young kids and I was afraid it would affect my ability to find work. Obviously, those were different times.” The camera grip and electric crew remained in place for one more week until cinematographer Jack N. Green's crew agreed to replace them. Unfortunately with just two days left of principal photography Jack Green was injured on stage, a warehouse. The set was built so the second floor would drop. It was very hot and there was air conditioning that was very loud. A test of the floor dropping was going to be done. The 1st AD called it out. Jack was underneath and because of the air conditioning didn’t hear the warning. Jack was instructing lamp operator Matt Hawkins to adjust a light and in doing so moved him out of harms way. Unfortunately for Jack the dropping floor hit him injuring his back. Jack spent some time in the hospital. Jan De Bont took over cinematography duties for the remainder of the shoot. Halfway through filming, both Bill Paxton and Helen Hunt were temporarily blinded by bright electronic lamps used to make the sky behind the two actors look dark and stormy. Paxton remembers that "these things literally sunburned our eyeballs. I got back to my room, I couldn't see". To solve the problem, a Plexiglas filter was placed in front of the

beams. The actors took eye drops and wore special glasses for a few days to recuperate. After filming in a particularly unsanitary ditch (for the first tornado chase scene, in which Bill and Jo are forced to shelter from an approaching F1 tornado under a short bridge), Hunt and Paxton needed hepatitis shots. During the same sequence, Hunt repeatedly hit her head on a low wooden bridge, so exhausted from the demanding shoot that she stood up so quickly her head struck a beam. During one stunt in which Hunt opened the door of a vehicle speeding through a cornfield, she momentarily let go of the door and it struck her on the side of the head. Some sources claim she received a concussion in the incident. De Bont said, "I love Helen to death, but you know, she can be also a little bit clumsy. " She responded, "Clumsy? The guy burned my retinas, but I'm clumsy ... I thought I was a good sport. I don't know ultimately if Jan chalks me up as that or not, but one would hope so". To simulate the high speed winds that occurs during a tornado and Ritter fans weren’t enough special effects Legend John Frazier and his effects crew (the real heroes of this production) procured some jet engines from a Boeing 707 and mounted them to flatbed trailer! This crew pulled off some pretty epic stuff on this one from dropping tractors from cranes and helicopters to driving a truck thru the facade of a tumbling house! The instrument package used in the movie, "Dorothy", is an homage to the instrument pack real tornado researchers attempt to place in the paths of tornadoes, "T.O.T.O.". Lois Smith's character is reading Dante Alighieri's Inferno when the twister hits Wakita. The book also features a tornado in the second circle of Hell that punishes people ruled by Lust. After the team leaves Wakita, there is a seemingly impossible helicopter shot in which the camera descends several hundred feet in a matter of seconds, ending up mere feet from Jonas's convoy. This was achieved by having the cars drive slower than usual and then speeding up the film. A recording of a camel's moan was slowed down and used as the sound of the tornado. Although Amblin Entertainment has collaborated with both Warner Bros. and Universal on many occasions (Amblin co-founder Steven Spielberg directed films for both studios), as of 2014, this film marks the only time Amblin collaborated with both studios on the same film. The real town of Wakita, Oklahoma had part of its old downtown area demolished by the film crew for the scenes after the twister passes. The studio then paid for the downtown to be rebuilt. The town also kept the new fire truck used in the film De Bont insisted on using multiple cameras, which led to the exposure of 1,300,000 feet (400,000 m) of film, compared to the usual maximum of 300,000 feet (91,000 m). The 35mm short ends were used to shoot Jon Favreau’s SWINGERS. pre production in Oklahoma was briefly delayed due to the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995. Many of the crew went to the site to help with recovery efforts. This was the first movie released on DVD, and the last released on HD-DVD. After Bill Paxton died, Spotter Network choreographed 200 storm chasers to spell out "BP" with their GPS tracker blips on a radar display to honor him. This kind of tribute had only been done five times before, and it was the first time it had been done for someone who wasn't a storm chaser. (IMDb/Wikipedia/crew stories) some photos from Sound utility and crew stories member Robert K. Maxfield and Paxtonmobile by Mel Roswell,excerpts from a previous post from Matt Hawkins, Jim Plannette, Richard Oswald If you recognize any crew members comment so we may update. A special Thank you to every crew member that endured this production, you were deep in the suck and it was worth it! These kinds of popcorn movies inspired many of us to pursue a career in the filmmaking process.