#things are accelerating and shifting all over the place but it will all be okay

[remyfire]

Chapter: 6/8

Ship: Trapper John McIntyre/Hawkeye Pierce, Trapper John McIntyre/Louise McIntyre, BJ Hunnicutt & Hawkeye Pierce

Rating: E

Word Count: 9.5k (67.7k total)

Trapper lets out a little sound of agony. He yanks the coffee pot away so he can put it down, then pulls Hawkeye into his arms. "Don't even joke about that. You ain't ever dyin' for me, d'you understand?" "I would. I would, in a heartbeat," Hawkeye babbles, unable to find a way to stop. "I'd be right here holding you, making sure you're not alone, that you're not scared, I-I'd—" Trap slams their mouths together and silences him instantly. All Hawk can do is whimper out tiny sobs until he can't keep up the illusion of a kiss, just cries into the crook of his neck. "Never," Trap's whispering as he pets his hair and kisses the top of his head over and over again. "Never, ever, ever. You're not dyin' for me and I'm not dyin' for you. We're livin', Hawk, goddammit, even if it's gotta be outta spite. Nothin's gonna touch us."

When the nurses conduct a second sex strike, the men have to find creative ways to satisfy their desperation. Hawkeye proposes to Trapper a couple of particularly unique options. But it's okay, it's not going to fuck up their friendship, not even a little bit. Right?

[darylssunshine]

First Time

just riding on Eddie's motorcycle for the first time hehe

fluff!!!!

word count: 1k-ish

a/n: I know this is different from my normal content, but I just recently watched all three Venom movies and I fell in love with yet another sweaty man who rides a motorcycle

“Hop on, sweetheart.”

Eddie Brock stood before you in a worn leather jacket with equally as worn jeans, leaning on the back of his matte-black motorcycle. His arm was outstretched, offering you an equally black helmet for you to wear. 

Shifting uncomfortably in one of Eddie's oversized hoodies, you looked the machine over. “Ed, baby, I've never ridden one of these before. Are you sure?” 

He faked a gasp and put a hand to his chest. “How dare you question my skill!” You simply rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh as a response.

TELL THEM I WILL NOT GIVE THEM ANY OF MY CHOCOLATE IF THEY DO NOT GET ON THE BIKE. THREATENING HUMANS USUALLY WORKS.

Ignoring the symbiote, Eddie stepped closer and dropped the bike helmet onto the soft grass below so he could take hold of your hips instead. “I promise you'll be fine. I've ridden this thing half of my life. Besides, you have an excuse to wrap your arms around me to keep steady.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink, and you bashfully ducked your head down, feeling heat rise to your ears and cheeks. 

“Okay. I trust you.” You spoke genuinely, gazing into your boyfriend's eyes. 

EDDIE. I LIKE THEM. DON'T FUCK THIS UP. 

Eddie huffed out a laugh but once again did not acknowledge his other partner.

You got onto your tiptoes to pull him into a loving kiss, something that he often teased you about. His right hand left your hip to tenderly caress your jaw. He was the first one to pull back from the kiss, leaving you slightly chasing the feeling. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You sure you just wanna do a movie night tonight, baby?” He teased.

“Oh my God, just get on the bike already!” You giggled, softly striking Eddie's shoulder. He defensively held his palms in front of him before strolling back over to the bike. Taking hold of the handles, he swung his leg over to straddle the seat of the bike, resting his foot slightly on the kickstand. 

Suddenly, two tendrils sprouted out of Eddie's back and grabbed both sides of the helmet like a pair of hands. The tendrils gently placed the helmet on your head, lightly patting the top of it with a slight squelching sound. 

The source of the tendrils slithered out of the back of Eddie as well. Venom tilted their head and bared their teeth at you, but you somehow knew that it was in a caring manner. “YOU WILL BE SAFE, (Y/N.) I WILL NOT LET ANY HARM COME TO YOU OR EDDIE.” 

You adjusted the helmet on your head and walked towards the bike that the love(s) of your life was sitting on. “I know you wouldn't. Thank you, Vee.” You took one of the cold tendrils in your hand and kissed the end. Venom let out something akin to a purr before retreating back into Eddie so you could sit comfortably on the back of the bike. 

It took you a couple of tries for your leg to swing over the bike, your short stature fighting against you. Even though the sound of the world around you was muffled because of the helmet, you could pick out the sound of Eddie chuckling at your struggle. 

Finally, you get your leg hooked over the bike and wrapped your arms around Eddie. Craning his neck, he glanced behind his shoulder to give you a questioning thumbs up, asking if you were ready for him to accelerate. You reciprocated the thumbs up, and before you could return your hand back to his waist, he took your left hand in his and brought it to his mouth to give it a tender kiss. He couldn't see your reaction, but he knew you were blushing behind him. Your arms squeezed his waist, a bit harder than before in anticipation.

Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Venom morphing into Eddie's hands that were gripping the bike handles, adding an extra layer of safety for you, and a romantic gesture for Eddie. 

He flicked up the kickstand and started the engine. Embarrassingly, you jumped a little bit at the sudden start, but you soon got used to the rumble of the machine below you. He revved the bike a couple of times, an added warning to you that he was about to start moving. You took a deep breath and made sure your feet were firmly planted on the passenger footrests. 

He started slow, both to not startle you and because you were in a residential neighborhood area. Unfortunately for you, the twenty minute journey to Eddie's house required him to go onto the highway for most of the trip, so your eyes were firmly closed until you felt him get onto the straightaway, your face nuzzling into his back as much as the helmet would allow. 

Mustering up all of your courage, you slowly lifted your head off of your boyfriend's back to gaze at your surroundings. It was around 8 pm, so there weren't a ton of cars around you. The sky was getting dark, and it juxtaposed the bright billboards and neon signs Eddie flew passed. It was very pretty, actually. 

Now that you have gotten used to the feeling of higher speeds and knowing that Venom would keep both of you safe, you managed to take one of your hands off of his waist and rest it on his shoulder, rubbing the back of it lovingly with your thumb. Eddie’s head tilted to the right, like he was trying to lean into your touch while keeping his eyes on the road.

By the time you had rested your hand back to its original position, you were pulling up in his driveway. 

Once the motorcycle rumbled to a complete stop, he quickly extended the kickstand and got off the bike to face you. Gently pulling the helmet off, he questioned, “You okay, babe? I didn't go too fast, did I? I can scold V if you want me to.” 

“It actually wasn't that bad.” You snickered. “I appreciate you taking it slow.”

Eddie chivalrously offered you his hand, even kissing it while helping you up and meeting your lips with his when you finally stood before him, pulling you close by your belt loops.

This was partially to cover up a comment made by his alien companion, but you heard it, nonetheless.

“PUSSY.”

[foxy-eva]

Morning Cuddles

Summary: Spencer is late for work but morning cuddles with his girlfriend are more important than being on time

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff 

Content Warning: cuddling, kissing, Spencer gets teased at work, Derek makes a suggestive comment

Word Count: 1.1k

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“Goodbye, sleepy girl,” Spencer whispered as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. 

He has been standing by your bedside for several moments, admiring your sleeping form  with an accelerated heartbeat. Even though the morning sun was already tickling your eyelids, you couldn't be bothered to fully wake up just yet. You knew Spencer had to leave earlier than you but even half-asleep every fiber of your body longed to have him close just a few moments longer. 

Instead of answering him, you just whined with your eyes still closed and reached out to grab his arm. He began laughing when he realized that you were pulling him back into bed. 

Only when you finally had him inside your arms did you realize that he was already fully dressed in his work attire. You felt him tenderly kiss your cheek before your eyes slowly fluttered open, blinking the remains of last night's sleep away.

The warmth his golden irises radiated was unlike anything you had ever seen. It reminded you of the color of honey dripping from greedy fingers and you felt the need to chase the sweetness nature had to offer. Your fingertips gently brushed through his curls while your lips found his to soothe your longing for his saccharine taste. 

It was not enough though. All your drowsiness left your body as you pressed against him, greedy to take all of him in. The fabric of his dress-shirt hindered you from accessing his tenderness and you began whining in protest as you tugged on it. 

“I’m gonna be late for work,” Spencer breathed against your lips. 

Finally you managed to pull his shirt out from the waistband of his pants, just enough for your hand to sneak underneath it to feel his stomach. Your fingertips wandered over his skin in circular patterns, brushing over the little trail of hair underneath his navel before moving further up until you could feel his heartbeat. 

"Just a little longer," you begged him between kisses. 

It was then that Spencer couldn't hold back his own eagerness any longer. His palms began gliding over your body as if he tried to memorize every curve and dip of your skin. You were both aware that this act could have easily shifted into something more sinful but that was not what either of you yearned for in that moment. 

Perfectly innocent you explored each other's bodies with palms gliding over skin and fingertips burying into the softness they found. Every piece of fabric that got in the way was shoved aside, not caring about what that would do to neatly ironed work clothes. Almost forgotten were other duties, the only thing that mattered right then was feeling each other's nearness. 

“Okay, you can go now," you finally whispered. "Sorry for making you late."

“No," Spencer protested when you attempted to pull away. "I'm not done yet."

His lips were on yours in an instant while the grip he had on your body tightened. With his legs intertwined with yours it became impossible to tell where your body ended and his began. His hands were curious as they glided over your sides, only slowing down once your skin broke out in goosebumps. 

Spencer leaned back to find your eyes before showering your entire face with little kisses. His adorable way of showing affection made you giggle and he joined in with his own sounds of joy. When he looked at you once more you couldn't help but admire the beauty of the man in front of you. 

"You're so beautiful," you whispered as you reached out your hand to touch his cheek. 

A rosy shade spread over his face at the compliment and it took him a second to find his voice again. 

"You're beautiful." Another kiss was placed on your lips before he cooed, "You're stunning, gorgeous, absolutely flawless."

You glanced over to your nightstand to look at the clock, realizing that Spencer should have left ten minutes ago. With your hands against his shoulders you managed to basically shove him out of your bed. 

"You really need to go now. You’re gonna get in trouble because of me," you told him once he was back on his feet. 

With the sweetest smile spread over his cheeks he purred, "Worth it."

You watched him as he undid his belt and pants to tuck the edges of his shirt back in, attempting to straighten out all the crinkles you had created with your hands roaming over his body. Even with all his effort Spencer couldn't make it look like before.

"You don't happen to own an iron, do you?" He asked when he looked at himself in the mirror. "I only brought this one shirt when I came over last night."

"Sorry, I don't. Do you think anyone will notice?"

He just shrugged before trying to fix his unruly curls to make his look more appropriate for work. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of this endearing out-of-bed look. 

"I think you look amazing even with messy hair and a crinkly shirt," you snickered.

He turned to you and just smiled at your words before checking his watch again, sighing, "Yup, I'm definitely gonna be late."

"If you run really fast you might disrupt the space-time continuum enough to still make it in time."

He raised his eyebrows at you and chuckled, "A physics joke? Wow, you really are perfect." 

After placing another goodbye kiss on your lips he finally made it out of your apartment. His heart was still pounding harder than usual on his way to work and he slowly realized just how much of a besotted fool he had become since meeting you. Spencer was head over heels in love with you and couldn't have been happier about that. 

When he walked into the conference room at the BAU everyone was already waiting for him. 

"Sorry, I overslept," Spencer lied as he sat down at the table. 

It only took a split second for Derek to scan his looks and laugh, "Overslept with who exactly? I knew you would make us proud someday, pretty boy!"

Spencer's thoughts raced to the images of you sleeping peacefully in your bed this morning. The smile forming on his face was impossible to hide, giving away that there actually was someone who had made him late. 

"My man!" Derek almost yelled at Spencer's reaction to his teasing. "I was joking but I think you actually got lucky this morning!"

Spencer's fingertips began tingling when he remembered the sensation of your tender skin underneath them. And even if it was a lot more innocent than Derek implied, he really did feel like the luckiest man now that he had you.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this story you should check out my other blurb about soft morning cuddles Sleepy Golden Storm!

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[rafeygirly]

problem solved - rafe cameron au

It'd been maybe a month and a half since Rafe and you started dating and your car was already on his last nerve. Sure, he did have low patience in general, but this was particularly bothersome for him.

He could already tell it was a shitty car from the way it looked and he thought any girl that was dating him deserved better, especially you. Honestly, it was kind of an embarrassment to him that you were driving that thing when you had him; someone who wasn't exactly hard up.

Then, recently, you were on the couch at Tannyhill with him after just driving over and you started to complain about your car.

"Rafe." You say as you look up from your phone. He's also preoccupied on his own phone, specifically with a text conversation between Barry and him as he's trying to get some more coke- something you didn't know about at this point in your relationship.

He looks up from his phone, "Yeah?"

"My car's been being weird lately." You say.

"Oh, yeah? What's it been doin'?" Rafe asks, shutting his phone off.

"Like, I don't know how to describe it right but... like my brakes have been squeaky and I've been needing to put a lot of pressure on them for them to do anything, if that makes sense." You start. Okay, so you needed new brakes, Rafe thought. "But, also, I've been needing to put a lot of pressure into accelerating and when I do it makes like noise and my car like shakes and then it doesn't even go that fast. I don't know if that makes sense." You add. "It also does the shaking thing when I'm like at a light or something." You tell him.

He furrows his eyebrows, "How long has this been goin' on?" Rafe asks because with the way you were talking, this didn't seem like something new.

"Um, a few weeks." You tell him.

"And you didn't bother to mention it to me?" Rafe says, his voice a little firm. "You know I know stuff about cars."

"I'm sorry, Rafe. I just.. I don't know. I didn't think about it really until now with all this different stuff going on.." You honestly say.

Rafe just sighs, "Alright, I'll... I'll check it out sometime this week."

"Thank you." You smile a little as you cuddle up against him.

"Yeah, whatever." Rafe says, though he smiles a little.

Rafe did go and check out your car it ended up being that you needed brakes and a new catalytic converter. Sure, the catalytic converter was expensive but not for him and he would probably just change it for you if you had a car worth it but you didn't. He didn't like your car, he felt it was unreliable, which it kind of was, and that it wasn't good enough for you or for him.

He went back inside after checking it that day and let you know what was wrong with it but he knew you didn't know a thing about cars so he didn't expect you to really get it. All he said was that he'd take care of it.

Take care of it he did. Two weeks later, you were in his truck with him after he picked you up from your shift at your part-time job, and he was driving you back to your place. It was expected to be simply a normal day for you but that changed when you pulled into the driveway of your house and saw your dream car.

You gasped, "Rafe..." You say as he pulls in and parks his car.

"You like it?" He asked, a proud smile on his face.

"Yes!" You squeal as you kiss his cheek before getting out of his truck and running over to the light blue Ford Bronco Sport. "Oh my gosh." You exclaim as he comes over and hands you the keys he'd had in his pocket the whole time.

You take them and open the car, hoping inside the drivers seat. It was so much nicer than your car you had now and you loved it. Rafe stood by where you sat since the door was open as you turned the car on so you can see all the features.

"It's even got Apple CarPlay and I know you really like that." Rafe added, since your old car didn't have it.

"Oh my gosh. Rafe. I can't believe you did this." You smile. "You're the best. I love you." You say, and maybe it was still kind of early in the relationship to say that but you both knew you loved each other.

Rafe leans in and kisses you, "I love you too, baby." He responds.

Sure, buying a car for someone only about two months into dating was kind of fast but most things in your relationship happened fast and at the end of the day, you got your dream car and you were beyond happy. Rafe, well he was happy you were happy but also, he finally could be done with that goddamn car he hated and you also finally had a car that fit not only you but him better.

𓇼 rafe cameron au masterlist

[contentloadingandstuff]

At The Dead Of Night - Ganyu x Male!Reader

CW: Modern AU, mentions of self harm, blood, dark themes. Angst with a cute little twist.

Ganyu yawns, covering her mouth with her gloved hand. Her eyes drift over to the hour display in the bottom right corner of her office computer. Half past eleven. She takes a final sip of her latte and throws the empty cup into the bin.

She looks back at the Word document. A spendings report she had been working on for the past three hours. The report she was basing it off of seemed to drag on into infinity, so Ganyu decided to end the shift now. An hour of overtime is still far too much. It wouldn't be if not for you. You always told her that work should be done exclusively in work hours, and she listened. Well, most of the time. 

She logs off and gets up. After packing just a few pieces of cutlery and her tea thermos, she heads out of the building. Cool night air greets her, humid and refreshing. Just what she needs after a ten hour workday. The only thing better than this would be a cup of tea and snuggles with you. 

She clicks the button on her car keys and the lights glow orange. She gets into the driver's seat, placing her purse on the other one. Just as she's about to start the car, her phone buzzes. After a quick excavation she pulls it out. The sudden brightness hurts her eyes. Seven new text messages from you. 

(22:14) Y/N💕: Hi beautiful, how are you doing? 

(22:14) Y/N💕: I'm quite exhausted, tough day at work. You know how it is. 

(22:17) Y/N💕: I know you're busy, but could you come home? I'm not feeling that great, and I would really appreciate it if you could cuddle me a little. 

(22:23) Y/N💕: I'm feeling so lonely. I need you. Please. 

(22:23) Y/N💕: I'm having those thoughts again, and I don't know if I can fight them. 

(22:23) Y/N💕: please

(23:02) Y/N💕: Come home, Ganyu. 

She furrows her brows, and the familiar weight of regret tugs on her heart. If only she checked her phone earlier… She could have left earlier. What if, because of her… You've hurt yourself again? No, no, no… 

Her stomach is turning with worry as she starts the car. Ganyu turns the steering wheel and presses on the accelerator. The streets are empty, luckily for her. She cruises through empty crossing and disables traffic lights, going at the maximum allowed speed of 60. 

Before long, she parks on the gravel parking right in front of your home. She looks out the window at the house. The light is on in the bedroom. Just as she turns, she can see the curtains move slightly. She grabs her bag and leaves the car, locking it with a button press over her shoulder. Ganyu moves as fast as her high heels would allow. She opens the decorative garden gate and runs up to the door. 

Unsurprisingly, it's unlocked. The entrance hallway is dark, so she turns on the light. She leaves her shoes in the corridor and calls out. 

"Y/N? I'm home! What's going on? How are you feeling?" 

No response. Maybe you're just in the toilet. Ganyu goes to the kitchen, turning the lights on there as well. She puts down her bag, and stops. The table is a mess. Flipped over cups, bottles scattered on the ground, shards of broken glass and ceramic on the floor, cupboards thrown open, their contents strewn around in the tiles. The cutlery drawer is completely ravaged - the entire tray has been thrown across the room. 

The mental image in Ganyu's mind makes her heart race. 

"Y/N? Y/N, are you okay? Please, just… t-talk to me!" 

No response, so she runs up the stairs onto the second floor. It's engulfed in darkness, safe for the pale light leaking through the bathroom's closed door. She walks up to it and places several knocks on the wood.

"Are you here? It's me, G-Ganyu! Open… You're scaring me, Y/N…" 

Ganyu hears a rustle to her right. Her head snaps in that direction, but the darkness makes it impossible to see anything. She stretches out her arm and flicks the lights on. All doors except the one to your bedroom are closed. That one is thrown open. Ganyu's beautiful eyes can see that the doorway is damaged. The fragment lined up with the extended lock bolt is completely destroyed, and splinters are scattered on the carpet. She can also spot several small, black holes in the door. 

A breakdown… The worst one so far… She can see it clearly - you're crying, breaking down, hitting everything within reach, trying, desperately trying to not hurt yourself… The damage can be easily fixed, but you… She can't bring you back if you did something stupid… 

She knocks on the door harder, begging for you to respond. Just now, her nostrils pick up the awful coppery smell floating around the hall. Blood. 

No, oh no, no no no no no no no no… 

Ganyu can't wait anymore. She presses the door handle and pushes open the door with tears in her eyes. 

And she sees… 

Nothing. 

The light is on, the smell is strong, the room is a mess, but you are nowhere to be found. Now, instead of worry, something else starts to build inside her chest. She looks into the bathtub, and sees red stains near the drain. Ganyu finds the same thing in the sink. The smell of copper is extremely strong near the trash can. It makes her eyes wet with its sheer intensity. Before she can press the lever with her foot to reveal its contents, she hears a creak behind her. 

Her whole body snaps around to face the darkness of the doorway. Silence. Her eyes are wide and her bottom lip is trembling. Something is stuck in her throat, making it nearly impossible to speak. She speaks out with a shaky voice. 

"Y/N?" 

A cascade of loud noises echo from the ground floor, growing increasingly closer. She panics. Ganyu slams the bathroom door closed and turns the lock. She takes a step back. You bang against the door repeatedly. It jumps back and bends with every powerful strike. It's barely holding. Ganyu runs up to it and presses her back against the wood. Her whole body jerks as you slam your body into the barrier over and over again. The wood creaks, crashes, shakes, but it holds firm. On her back she can feel the metal handle being pressed down rapidly. 

"Y/N STOP! T-THIS IS NOT F-FUNNY!" She's crying, but you don't stop at her pleas. 

Suddenly, everything stops. The bashing, the shaking, the sounds. It's quiet. Ganyu chokes back a sob, and takes a step back. She listens in for a moment. There's no noise, not even a sound of ragged, exhausted breathing that would surely be there after this attack. Ganyu covers her mouth with her hands, trying to silence herself as much as possible. For the following minute or so there's just nothing. She slowly leans in and presses her ear against the wood. 

"Y/N?" 

The door is bashed again. It holds, but the sudden force sends her stumbling back. Her foot slips on the crumpled carpet and she falls, the back of her head striking against the bathtub's edge, thrusting her mind into oblivion. 

—

Her head is pounding. She slowly opens her tear-filled eyes. Black spots and strange shapes crawl around in her field of view. With a moan of pain she pushes herself off the floor with her elbows. Using the bathtub as support, Ganyu raises back to her feet. 

What happened? What time is it? Where is she, even? What's with the smell? Why is the door closed? Her mind trashes around, desperately attempting to understand her predicament, to no avail. She sits down on the toilet, rubbing the back of her head. It's white-hot with pain and wet with blood. Upon seeing the liquid staining her head, she feels her stomach turn. She throws open the toilet and vomits. It takes a while, but she manages to get out a part of the nausea, fear and stress. She wobbles over to the sink and turns on the water. After cleaning out the disgusting taste of bile out if her mouth, she turns to the door again. It's still locked, still firm in place. Once again there is no sound from behind it. 

Ganyu takes a moment to ease her vertigo. The memories of what just occurred slowly creep back to her. She needs a plan. She needs a solution. An explanation. Anything. 

You're clearly not yourself. You're aggressive. Ganyu unplugs the washing machine and pushes it against the door, reinforcing her safe room. She tries to calm her breathing, to no avail. 

There's no window in here. She doesn't have her phone to call for help. Her Vision might be enough to protect her, but not for long. 

She walks back against the wall and slides down. She hides her crying in her hands. 

"Let me in, Ganyu." 

A voice speaks out from the other side of the barricade. She quickly looks up at the door. It sounds off. It's like… somebody recorded your scream and used it as a voice over. It's an awful, crude imitation of your real voice. Just hearing those words, spoken as if you were a child just learning to talk makes her skin crawl. She hears banging against the wood, forcing out more tears. 

"N-no… You're n-not Y/N… W-what did y-you do to him?!" She screams. 

You, no, the thing posing as you laughs. "Oh, silly Ganyu! It's me, can't you hear? You can always open the door and find out for yourself." 

The voice brings more nausea. The thing, the destruction in the house, the ever-present smell of blood… something terrible, terrible happened to you. Whatever is behind that door is not you. Not anymore. 

"Leave me a-alone!" Ganyu tries hard to sound intimidating. Authoritative. In control. All her attempts are drowned by the waterfall of tears. 

"My de-dear, you must be so cold and sad in there. Let me in, and we can cuddle. I'll kiss your tears away, I'll tell you all about how beautiful you are. My little goat."

Just hearing the nickname you gave her coming from the lips of that makes her cry even harder. 

"L-leave me a-alone… P-please…" A whisper is all she can muster. 

"Oh, Ganyu. Why would I do that?", speaks the thing wearing your skin and puppeteering your voice. "I love you so much, after all."

She curls into a ball on the floor. 

"Just let me in, and we can forget about this little misunderstanding, yes?" 

She moves her hand to cover her ears. She presses down hard, but its voice can still reach her. 

"Let me in, and you can eat all the Qingxin flowers in the world… I'll even feed you! You were always so silly about your figure… But for me, the plumper you are, the more of you there is to love!" 

"STOP! STOP! S-SHUT UP!" Ganyu is screaming as loud as her lungs will allow. The thing just laughs at her. Its voice becomes much clearer. 

"Nobody is coming to help you-you-you, Ganyu. Let me in. It's your-your only option." 

It sounds like a stuck recording. A stuck recording of your death throes. She feels sick to her stomach. 

"GO AWAY! I WON'T LET YOU INSIDE!" 

The laughing stops. Ganyu remains on the floor, hot tears dripping down her cheeks. You are gone. You have been murdered. You have been replaced with this. It wears your skin, it has your memories, but it fails to use your voice correctly. It's a mock-up, a parody of you. And it's laughing at her. 

She'll die here. 

Banging returns, but this time it's far stronger. She looks fearfully to the door. The middle part, right above the washing machine, is bending. Hit after hit, it grows more deformed under the strength of the imitation. Cracks begin to form, and with a final blow a hole is punched through the wood. She wails in horror and scurries to the opposite end of the room. 

The lights go out. From beyond the opening Ganyu sees two white dots. A whisper sounds amidst the silence. 

"Nobody is coming for you."

Deformed, stretched out arms shoot towards her. 

—

Ganyu wakes up with a scream. She instantly sits up and looks around. Darkness envelops her, doing nothing to calm her raging heart. She searches around with her hands, but instead of the cold tiles she feels the soft comfort of the bed. She freezes. 

Acting on reflex she turns to her right, only to see your sleeping form right next to her. It takes a moment, but her anxiety calms enough to allow her to move. She drops down on the bed with a sigh of relief. In the darkness she can see your features, and she can't prevent her hand from going to caress them. Your skin is soft, delicate, pleasant to the touch. And real. So beautifully real. 

She admires you for a moment. It's okay. She's okay. But most of all - you're okay. You're still here. Here to love her, here to keep her safe, here to kiss all her tears away. 

She turns her back to you and wiggles right back into your arms. Careful not to wake you, she moves your arms to rest over her tummy. Her eyes drift closed again, breathing now calm and steady again. 

Her eyes snap open. 

She feels no breathing on her exposed neck. 

Before she can scream, a hand covers her mouth. 

"Ba-bad decision, Ganyu." 

Thanks for reading!

[banannabethchase]

Can't Do It On My Own - also on AO3

~

Danny and Wheeler are moving in together.

~

And here it is! I waffled a lot on whether or not a third installment would happen, but an idea struck me that would be a good ~finale and here we are. Title, as they all were from this series, from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

~

Danny yawns, fidgeting as he tries to get comfortable against the window of the car. He’s been doing this for a few minutes now, a sure sign he’s waking up, and Wheeler decides he can be annoying now.

“Wake up,” Wheeler says, poking at Danny’s thigh.

“No,” Danny whines. “I’m tired.”

“Yeah, well, that’s your decision for waking up later yesterday because the hotel was, what,” Wheeler searches the memory. “Oh, right. Too comfortable.”

“It was too comfortable,” Danny says. He snuggles further into the seat and Wheeler pokes him again. “We should have used it for more interesting reasons.”

Wheeler fights his smile. “I mean, we did. That’s why we had to wake up at, like, six this morning. We have to make up time.”

Danny pouts like hell as he shifts and glares at Wheeler. “You got meaner since you’ve been back on TV.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not driving your car if you’re asleep.” He pats Danny’s thigh. “Wake up and act like you love me.”

“I do love you,” Danny says. “But I’m tired and annoyed and my neck still hurts from MJF’s bullshit.”

Wheeler loses the wherewithal to argue. He lets Danny doze off and changes the playlist to something he likes. They’re driving into Orlando from Buffalo, moving the last few things that didn’t belong in the Pod to their new place about twenty minutes from where Wheeler had been living before. His little Orlando apartment, one bedroom and a cramped kitchen, had served him well in the past few years. But now he and Danny are, like, a serious thing. And he figured it was time to take the next step.

Danny starts snoring again, soft but present, and Wheeler reaches a hand over to rest it on Danny’s thigh. It’s comfortable. It’s natural. Wheeler’s pretty sure this is his dream for what his life would look like, but he’d never say it to Danny. Not yet, at least.

They’re about twenty minutes out when he squeezes Danny’s thigh and shakes gently.

“Danny,” he murmurs, navigating around somebody double parked in the middle of a major road. “Danny, wake up.”

There’s a weird little snuffling sound as Danny shifts.

“Come on, Danny.”

“No,” Danny mumbles. “Tired.”

“I know you’re tired,” Wheeler says, “but if you wake up, we can get coffee.”

Danny opens an eye and glances at Wheeler. “Why are you looking at me? Look at the road.”

“We’re at a stoplight.”

“Get me a macchiato. With chocolate.”

“You’ll be awake to order.”

“Says you.”

Danny is awake, it turns out, but he’s kind of bitchy about being awake, which is cuter than Wheeler wants to admit. He starts to brighten as he sips his coffee, sitting up straighter and looking around the area.

“This is cute,” he muses, in between sips. “I didn’t see the parks when we came here the first time.”

“We came from a different direction,” Wheeler says as they pass a playground with swings.

“Oh, shit, that slide is cool!” Danny lights up as he turns to Wheeler at the stop sign. “Are we close enough we could bring our kids here one day?”

Wheeler stares. And stares. And stares, long enough that a car pulls up behind them and beeps.

“You okay?” Danny asks.

Wheeler nods as he accelerates. “I – just – I kind of had this weird vision of you and I with, like, two kids going to that park and teaching them how to do the swings, is all.” He feels his cheeks heat up, and is worried until Danny grabs his hands.

“I was thinking three,” Danny says quietly, “but yeah. Yeah, me too.”

~

The giant box makes a weird thud as it drops to the floor of their new kitchen. Their kitchen.

“This is weird,” Danny says. He’s got a box propped up on shoulder and looks unfairly good with the way his muscles are bulging. “Why’s the countertop so small? And the sink is tiny.”

“We just bought this place, and you’re complaining?” Wheeler leans against the counter. “You are all kinds of annoying.

Danny drops the box on the ground and hops up on the counter. “I’m just saying.” He automatically parts his knees when Wheeler settles himself between them. He rests his hands on Danny’s thighs.

“What are you saying?” Wheeler asks. He pretends the tiny little voice telling him Danny’s going to back out hasn’t suddenly gotten much louder.

Danny’s gaze flickers to the side. “I don’t want you to change your mind on this place.”

Wheeler stares at him. “What?”

Danny groans and drops his head back, narrowly missing clocking himself on the cabinet. “I don’t know, man, this is a big step and you just fucked up your head, okay? I don’t want you to wake up one day and your stupid brain is, like, turbo healed and you regret this decision.” He takes a breath like he’s steadying himself. “This is a really big step. But, like, the first big step in a long list of big steps we could take.”

“You – you’re worried about the counters because you think I’m worried about the counters?” Wheeler’s brain is spinning. “We could, I don’t know, fucking tear this place down and remake it with whatever counters we want.”

Finally, Danny meets his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Stop acting like I’m not as in this as you are,” Wheeler demands. He steps in closer, hands on Danny’s waist. “I want this because I want you, not for any other reason.”

Danny licks his lips, hesitant, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop or for Wheeler to give some sort of condition. Wheeler hates the way it looks on him – hesitant, worried, insecure. It’s the Danny he’s grown out of, the one whose greatest talent was self-sabotage. Wheeler loved both versions, but the newest one needs to stick.

Danny leans in, angle awkward as he presses his forehead against Wheeler’s. It’s funny, Wheeler thinks. The first dozen or so times they did this it was in the ring, hellbent on killing each other. Now it’s in their kitchen, arms around each other. Shit’s weird. “It’s, I don’t know, scary or whatever,” Danny murmurs.

“It’s allowed to be scary,” Wheeler says, “big things are scary. But you’re bigger than the worries, okay? We’re bigger than any worry you could come up with.”

Danny gets those formerly lanky limbs and essentially curls around Wheeler like an octopus. “Love you,” he mumbles into Wheeler’s hair.

“I love you, too,” Wheeler says. He holds Danny as close as he can, for as long as he can.

“Um,” he mumbles. “This is awesome and I love you all wrapped around me like this, but Magic, Claudio, and Mox should be here soon to help us move stuff in, and I don’t think we’d ever live this down.”

Danny laughs and pulls back. “We could always fuck in the kitchen, let them walk in on us.”

“I need you to know how terrifying the idea of your surrogate dad walking in on us fucking is to me,” Wheeler says. “Now get on the floor. I hate when you’re taller than me.”

“I’m always taller than you.”

“We are the exact same height.”

“Are not!” Danny jumps down. “See? I’m taller!”

“You are not!” He grabs Danny’s waist and holds him still. “Stop going up on your toes. That’s cheating.”

“I’m not,” Danny says, definitely struggling against Wheeler’s grip. And then there’s a little blush across his cheeks.

“Oh, I get it,” Wheeler says. He presses Danny against the counter. “You want to risk getting caught, so you’re riling me up so I fuck you, huh?”

“No,” Danny says, and the little smile that appears in the corners of his eyes betray his lie. “Okay, fine, not on purpose.”

“Get on the counter,” Wheeler growls, and Danny hops up without complaint. Wheeler leans in and kisses him. It’s always so good, kissing Danny. He always wants it as much as Wheeler does, always meets him with the same intensity that they get to when they meet in the ring.

Wheeler wants this forever.

Danny whimpers against his mouth, yanking Wheeler in with his legs like he’s desperate to meld together.

“If we, Danny, oh my god,” Wheeler laughs. “Breathe. Everybody will be here, like, any minute.”

“Don’t care,” Danny mumbles, sucking and biting at Wheeler’s neck in a way that will prove incredibly distracting before long. “Let ‘em watch. I want you.”

“Okay, well, when you say it like that.” Wheeler checks his phone. They don’t have a lot of time – not the time Wheeler likes to take with Danny, when it counts – but he figures a few blowjobs is a good first hurrah. “Get back up on the counter. I’m gonna blow you.”

Danny sighs.

“Is that disappointing or something?!”

“I – look, maybe I was hoping you’d fuck me against the fridge or something,” Danny says, and he has the faintest hint of a grin on his lips.

“Later,” Wheeler says, patting his thighs. “We don’t have time for me to fuck you the right way with them coming.”

Danny snickers and Wheeler ignores it. He’s already hard when he gets his sweats down his pants, and Wheeler doesn’t waste a second. He dives in, swirling his tongue around the head of Danny’s cock before ducking down and taking all of him down his throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Danny says. His hands fly to Wheeler’s hair.

Wheeler flips him off as he bobs, getting his other hand involved. Something buzzes in his pocket. He pulls off of Danny’s dick and strokes, thumb rubbing over the slit of Danny’s cock as Danny fucks up into his grip.

“Why’d you stop?” Danny asks. He’s got his hands braced on the counter to help him get leverage, and it’s giving Wheeler great ideas of what they can do in this kitchen when they have a little more time.

Wheeler grabs his phone and checks the message, not slowing his other hand or loosening the grip.

“We are having sex and you’re on your phone?!”

“Mox and Claudio will be here in fifteen. Mox argued with the GPS and went the wrong way,” Wheeler says, sliding his phone back into his jeans. “Or do you want to complain so I make it drag out and you don’t even get to come.”

Danny’s eyes widen. “I’ll shut up,” he says quietly.

Wheeler grins, and he thinks this is him earning being smug. “That’s what I thought.” He ducks back down, keeping grip and suction the way Danny likes it. Danny is squirming and whining, and Wheeler can sense more than see that he’s using the opportunity to do something akin to pushups on the counter.

He pulls away. “Are you working out?!”

“Gotta keep my pump going,” Danny says, grinning down.

“We are hauling loads of –”

“Yeah we are.”

Wheeler sighs and shakes his head. “Jesus Christ, Danny. Allow yourself to relax. You’re allowed to relax and, like. Enjoy it. Without doing anything else. Like fucking bits.”

Danny sighs. “I guess,” and it’s as dramatic as ever with him.

Wheeler goes slower this time, licking and focusing more than being intense about it. Intense seems silly now. They have a little time.

He keeps this pace until Danny’s whimpering and squirming worse. “Wheeler,” he whines. “Okay, this isn’t fair. Can – please?”

“Please what?” Wheeler asks, standing and stroking Danny with his hand. “What do you want Danny?”

Danny sighs. “I want to come,” he almost whispers. “I – I want you to make me – in our kitchen.”

“Yeah?” Wheeler’s heart fills with something so strong and unnameable he thinks it has to exceed love at this point. “We’re going to make every room in this house messy while we live here.”

Danny laughs as he comes, hips snapping up into the circle of Wheeler’s fist, and it’s so sweet and so good it takes Wheeler a second to realize he doesn’t have a goddamned clue where paper towels are.

“Shit,” Danny mutters.

“Don’t worry,” Wheeler says. He pulls his shirt off over his head and uses it to mop up the mess.

“I’m much more tidy than you are,” Danny says. “So. Up on the counter. I’ll remind you how exactly to do a blow job. Since you seem to have forgotten how to do it well.”

“I just gave you a great blow job!”

Danny grins up at Wheeler. “You gave a great hand job,” he corrects. “This is a great blow job.” He grabs at the waistband of Wheeler’s pants and Wheeler adjusts, lifting himself up on the counter the way Danny had before. He rolls his eyes. “Who’s working out now?”

“I – you had to take off my pants!”

“You didn’t have to be so showy about it.”

“I quite literally did or I wouldn’t be able to take my pants off.”

“Shut up so I can suck your dick.”

“You like it when I talk to you when you suck my dick.”

Danny groans. “You’re the worst. I love you.” And he leans down to take Wheeler’s cock into his mouth.

He really is good at this, Wheeler muses. Tongue swirling at the head of Wheeler’s cock on the upstroke, throat opening around him. He reaches down and brushes a thumb along Danny’s cheekbone, deciding that this, of all the things today, is the moment he wants to memorize. Maybe later tonight they can really go at it in their newly made bed. Maybe this morning was also perfect as they woke up in the hotel and got ready to go before any light had started to peek over the horizon. But this – this is a great beginning. A good start.

And, from what Wheeler can say personally, he feels great, too.

“Jesus, you’re stupidly good at this, baby,” he murmurs. “I love that mouth of yours.” He grins down at Danny, who is looking up at him. “Even when you’re being a bitch for Daddy.”

Danny groans and pulls off and glares at Wheeler. “It doesn’t work when you call yourself Daddy and I’ve already come,” he says, frowning. “If my head isn’t full of horny stupidity, it sounds ridiculous.”

“Maybe it gets me off,” Wheeler says. Danny’s got just enough hair for him to slide his hand into it, not tugging but also keeping a firm grip.

“I get you off,” Danny says, and it’s a bit petulant for somebody who just got a blow job. “It’s about me.”

Wheeler laughs, but it’s cut off fast when Danny, almost annoyed, dives back down onto Wheeler’s cock and goes to town. He was close enough before, but Danny seems to have dived in with an unseen fervor and his orgasm races toward him before he knows it.

“Danny,” he pants, hips twitching. He grips at the edge of the counter, determined not to slip right off. “Danny, I –”

With the way Danny looks up at him, mouth wrapped around Wheeler’s cock and eyes full of determination, Wheeler can’t hold back. He moans, Danny’s name falling from his lips, and it strikes him that this is the first of many moments like this in their new home.

He pants, half sliding down the counter. Danny presses himself in between Wheeler’s legs to keep him pinned to the counter. He leans in, and Wheeler kisses him, soft and sweet.

“See?” Danny murmurs, pulling back to press his face into Wheeler’s neck. “That’s how you avoid the mess.”

Wheeler laughs and pets Danny’s hair, glancing around the kitchen. The boxes behind them pile high and there is a lot of work to be done. But they get to do it together.

“This is great,” Danny says, “but I kind of don’t want our friends to show up and immediately know what we’ve been doing.”

Wheeler sighs and presses a kiss to the top of Danny’s forehead. “You have a point there.”

They redress to the best of their abilities, Wheeler’s shirt in a pile on the floor, and he hopes he can get away with saying he got too hot moving boxes.

“I’ll take mine off, too,” Danny says, chucking it so it lands on the awful, gaudy light fixture they are absolutely taking down once they get settled. “Less suspicious.”

“Yes,” Wheeler deadpans, “both of us being half naked is somehow less suspicious.”

They’re hauling in the last few boxes from the back of the car, avoiding the monster that will be dealing with Danny’s stuff from the trailer, when the door bangs open. Wheeler only jumps a little as he sets the box of Danny’s photo albums into the office.

He walks into the front hall to see Mox with an absolutely shit eating grin on his face, staring at Danny.

“Oh, I know what you two did,” Mox singsongs, leaning against the door. Claudio grabs him around the waist with his free hand and all but throws him out of the way.

“What?” Danny asks. Wheeler looks at him. No hint, other than messy hair, but they’ve been in a car or moving all day. Messy hair isn’t that weird.

Mox nods at Wheeler. “You got jizz on your shirt.”

“I do not!” Wheeler says, before he can stop himself. Before he remembers he’s not even wearing a shirt anymore.

“Hah!” Mox says, literally pointing and laughing at Wheeler. “You don’t, but I can tell by the way you’re checking it was a possibility.” He winks at Danny. “Getting that just moved in dick, I see. Good call.”

“Not seriously,” Danny grumbles. He takes the box from Claudio and carries it to the living room. “Somebody,” he yells over his shoulder as he sets the box on the dining room table, “decided that he didn’t want to be walked in on and we could only do blow jobs.”

“Only blow jobs?” Claudio asks, hands on his hips. “Not to sound old or anything, but I find a good blow job can be better than anything else.” He looks over at Mox, beaming, and Wheeler can’t decide if he thinks it’s cute or if it makes him want to throw up.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re a big sap.” Mox kicks at Claudio’s shins. “Danny’s right, though. I’d rather get railed than a blow job. Just a preference.”

“He gets it!” Danny says, throwing his hands in the air.

“Can – can we finish bringing the boxes in?” Wheeler pleads. “None of us are going to have a place to stay tonight if we don’t get the mattresses and bed stuff inside.”

“We could get a hotel,” Mox says. “And you could stay here and pout like a little bitch.”

“I am not pouting!” Wheeler shouts. “God, I hate all of you.” He laughs, shaking his head, as he walks out to the car and grabs the box labeled Bed Shit. Danny yelled at him for that one, but he thought it was funny.

They all crash before ten, mattresses haphazardly thrown onto the floors of the bedrooms, and Danny yanks Wheeler in by the waist, burying his face into Wheeler’s neck.

“Love you,” he mumbles. He smells like Wheeler’s shampoo and soap, the only stuff they could dig out of the boxes easily. He smells like home.

Wheeler presses a kiss to Danny’s hand. “Love you too, Danny,” he mumbles, “I love you, too.”

~

Mini Playlist: Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy Glory Days - Betty Who You Found Me - Kelly Clarkson Heaven Is a Place on Earth - Belinda Carlisle

Thank you for joining me in this group of stories about two of my favorite dorks! I hope you have enjoyed alongside me :)

[fox-flux]

physics problems 2: still player on a slope

(crossposting from cohost)

you have a player actor. great. heres one. it's lexy

[lexy sprite omitted because tumblr completely fucks it up]

she is standing on a slope. you are savvy at physics and understand that:

gravity will attempt to pull her downwards

she will immediately collide with the slope itself

her remaining motion will be projected onto the slope (roughly equivalent to subtracting the normal force)

she will then slide down the slope.

this is bad, because lexy is not trying to move. neither she nor the ground are made of ice, so surely she can hold herself in place.

but again, you are savvy at physics, so you know what holds her there: friction. so you say, ok, add a bunch of friction.

now you have a problem. the good news is that your physics engine is completely homegrown, so you can explain the problem in excruciating detail. the bad news is that it is your problem to solve for the same reasons. and the problem is that your movement code integrates everything upfront, then performs a motion.

that means you have your current velocity (presumably zero), gravity (pointing downwards), and friction (pointing up along the slope). you add them together in some fashion, and the result can never be zero, even with friction's natural capping behavior — this is just how vector addition works. so lexy will definitely try to accelerate in some direction, and the best you can hope for is that she will try to accelerate exactly towards the ground. but working out how to make that happen requires essentially working backwards from gravity (non-trivial because various effects can interact with gravity) and also just feels real dumb to be doing.

so where did you go wrong?

(an aside: the reason this doesn't happen in the demo is that i also have a cutoff on very small movement, so that little rounding-error levels of velocity don't make things shift a pixel at a time over the course of seconds. but that cutoff is too coarse, and in particular it makes some slow objects just not move on monitors with high refresh rates, so i've reduced it dramatically, and that has caused lexy to slide downhill. i thought i'd fixed this before but apparently i was just masking it by accident!)

i think the problem,

conceptually, is that friction happens at the wrong time. it's integrated with velocity and acceleration accumulated over the course of the last tic before movement is attempted, but friction isn't something that happens in a vacuum. i mean, literally, it won't happen if there's nothing else around. friction is an interaction with another object we're touching, and before we start moving, there aren't any of those!

so it seems like friction should only apply between steps 3 and 4 — after colliding with the ground, before actually moving along it. this is the point at which we know we are, in fact, sliding against the ground. and now we even have the ground available, so we don't need friction itself to be a vector at all, which is kinda convenient.

but that's in the guts of basic motion i... hesitate... to put something like friction in the middle of that. also, what happens if you collide and slide again? does friction apply again? probably not. so it only applies specifically the second time through a loop? that's rather weird. maybe it's okay that it's weird? it does add complexity for "out-of-turn" motion though, like being pushed or climbing a ladder, which probably won't have a big perf impact but does feel inappropriate.

other solutions

skip gravity

i could simply not apply gravity to a player on the ground. i've seen mention of that being done before. but that just feels goofy?? they are trying to move downwards, and on a slippery slope they even should move downwards.

also i have a bunch of objects that care about things landing on them, and this implies some weird special cases (in who knows how many places) for detecting that a player is walking on top of them without actually moving into them. and i have enough special cases as it is man. expressing a physics condition is so goddamn hard. i have the unsettling feeling that this would have other unforeseen consequences as well

a possible upside of this is that it could very well skip an entire movement iteration every tic — currently, a walking player tries to move sideways (for walking) + downwards (for gravity), immediately hits the ground, projects along the ground, and then tries to move a second time. without gravity in there, they'd skip the first collision and move exactly sideways from the beginning.

remember the ground

i do in fact remember the ground (tile or actor or whatever) for each actor, so i could use that to get the friction right upfront.

but what does that mean in practice? i guess it means that the motion vector would be projected along the ground before even attempting to move at all (and then that would be shortened by friction). so it's kind of like skipping gravity — if lexy is standing on flat ground, her attempted motion (straight down) will be projected along the ground (horizontal) and always come out zero.

i guess essentially this combines the other two options — it applies friction to the movement vector, but it skips ahead one attempt by making use of knowledge from the previous frame. it would get the friction stuff out of the movement core, which i like, but it would still make objects not push against the ground, which i don't like.

ah, all the options seem nebulously Not Great, which is always a sign of a fun problem. and don't worry, this gets even more complicated with physics problems part 3

[mars-paws]

slides into your ask box

Chernobyl?

(Related to post on... Sometime in august)

okay SO. Chernobyl was an accident at a power plant in what was, at the time, Soviet Russia. They were running a safety test that was scheduled to happen during the day (keep in mind this meant the reactor was running at half power), but had to be delayed because of something about it being the end of the month and productivity quotas(this May be wrong sorry)- so they couldn’t afford a further reduction in power. They either had to cancel or reschedule the test. They decide to do it on the night shift and keep the realtor running at half power until Midnight and past that, when they started running the test. The people on the night shift had no idea what they were doing and hadn’t heard about it till then. They start it, stuff goes incredibly wrong, Reactor is in a xenon pit. I kinda forgot stuff in between but basically they kept removing control rods but because things are going so badly they press AZ-5, a button that immediately inserts all the control rods back in, which are made of boron to essentially slow it down, but they were tipped with graphite which just accelerates it. So the control rods get stuck in place and radioactivity accelerates greatly, and the metal cap on the reactor- which weighs 15,000 tons- comes off. Oxygen rushes into the core and it explodes. Dyatlov, the man running reactor 4’s control room, keeps denying the reactor exploded. A bunch of people are getting huge amounts of radiation. Some are dying. Two men- Akimov and Toptunov went down to the coolant pumps to get that water into the core. Outside a bunch of firefighters are there to try and stop the fire. Again, all these people didn’t really know the reactor exploded. So jump forward all these men die- but that isn’t really important rn. They have to drop sand and boron on the fire to put it out. Some of the helicopters fall apart because of the radiation of going over an exposed core. But now they’ve created essentially lava. So they get three men to go down to the pump room and empty them, because if they didn’t they would create a thermonuclear explosion that would severely damage the other three reactors and poison Europe and possibly other parts of the world. They succeed. And guess what? They didn’t die! Two are still alive! And the other died, but not because of Chernobyl, in 2005. Well now they have to worry about that lava reaching the lower concrete pad and contaminating the ground water. So they get a ton of miners to install a heat exchanger. Well now what about everything that got contaminated? They get people to enlist to be what they called a liquidator. Some kill the trees, some dog up and bury the ground, some are animal control. Animal control didn’t do very good (L bozo) because there are STILL dogs at Chernobyl! And others have to get the graphite off the roof since the lunar rovers they tried didn’t work. They push it back into the core. They give a testimony (most of which in the testimony was a lie bc it was broadcast to the world), then give testimony in the actual city of Chernobyl. Legasov, one of the main people that helped have this all happen, is silenced. He records tapes of what happened and kills himself. Can’t ignore the tapes now fuckers. Uhhh yeah Nowadays they have a containment building to contain the radiation. Yay infodump :)

[aphadole]

okay SO. Chernobyl was an accident at a power plant in what was, at the time, Soviet Russia. They were running a safety test that was scheduled to happen during the day (keep in mind this meant the reactor was running at half power), but had to be delayed because of something about it being the end of the month and productivity quotas(this May be wrong sorry)- so they couldn’t afford a further reduction in power. They either had to cancel or reschedule the test. They decide to do it on the night shift and keep the realtor running at half power until Midnight and past that, when they started running the test. The people on the night shift had no idea what they were doing and hadn’t heard about it till then. They start it, stuff goes incredibly wrong, Reactor is in a xenon pit. I kinda forgot stuff in between but basically they kept removing control rods but because things are going so badly they press AZ-5, a button that immediately inserts all the control rods back in, which are made of boron to essentially slow it down, but they were tipped with graphite which just accelerates it. So the control rods get stuck in place and radioactivity accelerates greatly, and the metal cap on the reactor- which weighs 15,000 tons- comes off. Oxygen rushes into the core and it explodes. Dyatlov, the man running reactor 4’s control room, keeps denying the reactor exploded. A bunch of people are getting huge amounts of radiation. Some are dying. Two men- Akimov and Toptunov went down to the coolant pumps to get that water into the core. Outside a bunch of firefighters are there to try and stop the fire. Again, all these people didn’t really know the reactor exploded. So jump forward all these men die- but that isn’t really important rn. They have to drop sand and boron on the fire to put it out. Some of the helicopters fall apart because of the radiation of going over an exposed core. But now they’ve created essentially lava. So they get three men to go down to the pump room and empty them, because if they didn’t they would create a thermonuclear explosion that would severely damage the other three reactors and poison Europe and possibly other parts of the world. They succeed. And guess what? They didn’t die! Two are still alive! And the other died, but not because of Chernobyl, in 2005. Well now they have to worry about that lava reaching the lower concrete pad and contaminating the ground water. So they get a ton of miners to install a heat exchanger. Well now what about everything that got contaminated? They get people to enlist to be what they called a liquidator. Some kill the trees, some dog up and bury the ground, some are animal control. Animal control didn’t do very good (L bozo) because there are STILL dogs at Chernobyl! And others have to get the graphite off the roof since the lunar rovers they tried didn’t work. They push it back into the core. They give a testimony (most of which in the testimony was a lie bc it was broadcast to the world), then give testimony in the actual city of Chernobyl. Legasov, one of the main people that helped have this all happen, is silenced. He records tapes of what happened and kills himself. Can’t ignore the tapes now fuckers. Uhhh yeah Nowadays they have a containment building to contain the radiation. Yay infodump :)

So very yummy

[antvnger]

((Actually! Since I mulled around with timelines just a bit, 95% of the arc reactor stuff takes place while Scott is in prison. Technically, the arc reactor was created months before Scott was arrested, and then everything else takes place before Scott’s release. By the time Ant-Man comes into the picture, the arc reactor is only seated in the suits until Tony makes the arc reactor model we see in Infinity War, which I say he made a lot earlier in this AU because he just needed it but that’s another meta headcanon for another time.

And technically, according to the MCU timeline, the arc reactor’s umm…arc actually takes place over the course of 2 years. A quick google search shows the events of IM1 actually are supposed to take place in 2010 and IM3 takes place in 2012. And Scott was incarcerated from June 2012 to June 2015, so I just merged some timelines together.

So short answer, all the arc reactor stuff took place while Scott Stark was in prison, and he found out about the arc reactor and the poison and the surgery long after it all occurred.

See below for how it went down.))

Finding out about all of that was scary for Scott Stark to say the least.

He of course knew about the arc reactor. How could he not since he’s been around Iron Man more than once and has been shown the arc reactor.

The same arc reactor his grandfather first envisioned that sat larger than life in Stark Industries could now fit in the palm of his hand. That was wild.

But what was crazier? Scott learned it all from Cassie.

It was actually when Cassie had swiped his helmet to play with and when she had blue construction paper taped to her shirt and definitely after Scott sent the photo of her to Tony.

“Daddy, did you know that the arc reactor kept Uncle Tony’s heart alive?”

Scott froze, unsure if he heard that correctly. “...what?”

“Uh huh," she replied, unfazed by her dad's sudden shift in demeanor. "When those bad guys took him, his heart got hurt, and the arc reactor kept ‘sharpnal’ from getting into it and hurting it more.”

Hurting it more. Or worse actually. “...what?”

That’s when the phone call happened. At least, as soon as Cassie was out of earshot anyway.

“Tony, why the hell am I learning about you having shrapnel in your heart from my kid instead of you?”

Well shit. Tony had been hoping to protect Scott from that. He knew how the news of his kidnapping threw Scott into such a panicked mess, thanks to Pepper and Maggie, that Tony knew he wouldn’t react well to the truth about why the arc reactor was miniaturized in the first place.

“Had,” Tony corrected gently. “I had shrapnel in my heart, but surgery took care of that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s nothing to worry about anymore. It wasn’t anything to worry about before you even got out of prison. The shrapnel, the hole in my chest, the poison, all of that is behind me now and nothing you need to worry about.”

He lost Scott completely at poison. “Poison! They poisoned you too??”

Shit! “Actually it was the Palladium in the arc reactor which was accelerated due to me using the suits–”

That did not help at all. Scott's jaw dropped. “You poisoned yourself?!”

“No! Well I mean not intentionally. I didn’t know though, okay? I didn’t know until it was spreading and I was starting to feel the effects.”

“Until you could feel it killing you, you mean.” Scott’s starting to panic now, temporarily forgetting that this was a past tense discussion of events.

“Scott buddy, listen. I’m fine. The poison is gone and cured, thanks to a little diddy I like to call Badassium which cured the poisoning. Turns out Grandpa Howard actually was some merit to me after all. And the shrapnel is gone, and I’m okay. I’m fine, Scott,” he said slowly, calmly. “Breathe, Scotty, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“You promise you’re okay?”

“I swear on DUM-E I’m fine, and the things you’re panicking about right now aren’t worth your time and effort. It’s okay, Scott. I’m okay.”

Tony’s relieved to hear Scott take deliberately long, slow breaths. “That’s it, Scotty. Atta kid, it’s all good now. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

After a moment of quiet on the other end, he heard a soft, curious voice ask, “Badassium, huh?”

Tony chuckled and nodded. “Next time you come over, I’ve got some pretty impressive holoprojections to show you. It’ll give more depth to the name.” Then after a beat, he asked, “You okay?”

Scott nodded even though Tony couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry I freaked. That was…”

“A lot thrown on you all at once and without warning, yeah I get it. Sorry you found out that way.”

“That’s okay.”

“I just thought–”

“No, no, I get it. Why make me worry about something already said and done, right?”

“Exactly. You sure you’re alright? Anxiety worked out of your system?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine now, Tones. I'm good...and I’m really glad you’re still around, ya know.”

Tony smiled softly. “I know. Thanks, Scottster. I’m glad you still let me be around,” he teased gently.

They eventually hung up the phone, and Tony sighed as he looked at the schematics of new arc reactor models.

He really was better than what he was, and he didn’t need the arc reactor to stay alive. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he couldn’t let the arc reactor go completely. Not just for Iron Man but for himself. For whatever reason, he still felt like he needed it.

A whisper. "I'm fine."

[tanglesline]

FNAF SB ENDING SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

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i find it extremely funny how in one of the endings, gregory and freddy escape from the pizzaplex in a van. this implies that gregory is not only really short for a young teenager, but the van he drove most likely had MANUAL TRANSMISSION.

we can tell from the comic that gregory absolutely FLOORED IT TO THE MAX. this is further supported by the fact that freddy had an iron grip on (what’s affectionately called) the “Oh Shit” bar (the handle that’s right above the interior car door.) from that, we can assume that freddy was particularly worried about gregory’s ability to drive a car, not to mention how to activate the windshield wipers.

for those of you who have only driven automatics, or perhaps may not know how to drive at all, below are detailed instructions on how to operate a manual transmission vehicle.

if you DO know how to drive a manual, ill put some big text after my whole spiel about driving cars.

now, you can’t just turn the key on a manual and expect the car to be ready to drive. the steps on how to start a manual car is as follows:

put on your seatbelt

put your seat to where you can press the clutch all the way down

step all the way down.

release the emergency brake.

press your foot all the way down on the clutch

put the stick shift in the neutral position

keeping your foot on the clutch, turn the key all the way forward for about 1 second, then let go

keep your foot on the brake until you are ready to drive

if by chance you forgot/skipped step 1, the car will roll forward/backward depending if you’re on an incline. even if you’re sure you’re not on a hill, for the love of god just step on the brakes.

congratulations! you started the engine! but why do we need to do this complex ritual in order to do something as simple as starting a car?

you have to understand that every step has a purpose. if there wasn’t a purpose, it wouldn’t be there in the first place. step 1, 2, and 6’s purpose are simple to understand, you need the car to stay in place while you get ready to actually drive it. step three, however, involves a crucial part of the car: the clutch. the clutch is the pedal that allows you to switch gears via the stick shift. if you try to change gears without your foot on the clutch, it won’t move. if you try to turn the key without your foot on the clutch, it will stall. if you don’t have the stick shift in the neutral position, it will either jerk forward (if you have it on a numbered gear) or backward (if you have it in reverse AND your foot isn’t on the brake.)

now you’re probably thinking, “yeah, yeah, whatever. how to i get this thing to GO?” to which my response would be: “hold your damn horses, there’s still some things to go over and keep in mind while you’re driving.”

when you are not accelerating when the car is running (e.g. at a stop sign) you must keep your feet on the brake pedal and the clutch at all times.

each vehicle has an individual “feel” to it. for example, the clutch may be harder to press down than this other vehicle’s clutch. one car’s gas pedal may be ‘touchy’ usually meaning that it’s really easy to press down and make it go BRRRRRR (revving the engine)

knowing this, it’s time to go vroom.

change into first gear. remember: the stick shift will not move if you don’t have the clutch depressed (pressed down fully)

slowly remove your foot from the clutch. letting off of the clutch too quickly will stall the car. keep your foot on the brake.

to accelerate, slowly remove your foot from the brake and slowly press the gas pedal. you might roll a little bit backwards, and that’s okay; the engine’s going to make you go forward anyway.

now, you will hear the pitch of the engine rising. when IT WAS A FUCKING CARTOON HE DREW???????? THIS ENTIRE TIME IT WAS ONE GODDAMN PIECE OF NOTEBOOK PAPER

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Wanda Maximoff x fem! Reader - Saving you from control

A/n: We're all slaves for Wanda lets be honest

*Vision does not exist within this universe! I don't know how age of ultron works than but we won't get into that!*

Summary: You're just living your life when the first splash of color comes into it, specifically a flash of red

Warnings: spicy (heavily making out), illusions to smut, manipulation, toxic, technically cheating, death, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pov: second person] [Pairings: romantic/main! Wanda Maximoff x reader kinda romantic! nameless male character x reader parental! billy and tommy x reader] [Pronouns used: you/your but the reader is meant to be a girl]

Your life seems to be dominated with blacks and whites, there's no color to reveal just a black and white wall of memories. Even you have to admit life is boring, you get up call whatever family member you're supposed to be calling, go to work in your tiny office job, and come back home to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who's also awfully boring, you want to think you love him, but you don't really think making up lies will give life to your boring life.

You won't break up with him though, he's safe, and your family loves him. Plus your family seems to be always on edge around you, you can't seem to figure out why though. It's like that piece of information was stripped from you.

It's also tied into the feeling that you were meant for something more, but alas there would be no world saving in your books.

Your in bed with your boyfriend when you see it for the first time.

It's nothing really, just a flash of red from behind you, but all the same you knew that flash's of red don't just happen out of no where. You shift your body more upwards to see if you could see anything.

Nothing there's nothing, of course it's nothing, it must have just been a trick of the light. Your eyes messing with you, or your brain having too much imagination. So you just go back to bed and take your sleeping boyfriend hand in yours and try to take comfort from it.

It happens twice more before something else happens.

After it happened twice more you were a bit paranoid, and on your way to the eye doctor to see if there was anything wrong with your eyesight.

You go to check your mirror and instead of cars you see a woman with red-orange hair with something that looks like devil horns placed as a crown on her forehead.

She was smiling at you.

Your car weavers to the right, you can hear cars honking in the distance, and CRASH! Echoes, as your ears ring and your car somersaults across the highway.

The next thing you know you're waking up in the hospital with that same woman beside you.

Gasping you grip onto the sheets and try to move, but a red mist keeps you down covering everything but your head.

"What the- Where's the doctor!"

She smiles down at you and laces her hand with your own and you can't help the feeling it gives you. It's different from when your boyfriend takes your hand, when he does you feel a small sort of happiness. When this random woman takes your hand the accelerating feeling you get is overwhelming from just a touch.

"Don't you worry your little head treasure, the doctor was just trying his best but I decided it would be better if I took over."

You looked down at yourself and saw no injuries nor did you feel any. Considering you got into a pretty nasty car accident you should be casted up to the brim, yet you weren't. Someone would call you crazy for thinking this but you're pretty sure the person crouching beside you, saved you.

(Your mind doesn't seem to remember very well how she might have just be the cause of the accident in the first place.)

"What's your name?" You manage to say as you gaze upon her beautiful figure.

Laughing she takes her other hand and places it under your cheek like a lover would. "Missy, I'm surprised you didn't recognize me! That's okay precious, they did insist on wiping your mind. It isn't your fault."

A new part of you is unlocked and her words must have triggered something because a flow of memories come back to you and tears surface to your eyes as you start to remember.

S.W.O.R.D had taken you from Wanda, they had said they were saving you, saving you from giving up complete control. Funny how the irony comes back at them considering they didn't give you a choice in the matter.

You remember your powers, similar to Wanda's but nearly the exact opposite of hers. While she had chaos magic, you had order magic, meaning you could place order back into things and see the future.

That's another thing S.W.O.R.D had taken from you.

Then you remember further, with all the little things with Wanda, to all the big things with her. That you had children with her (through both of your magic of course) and how they took you away from them. The things that balanced you and Wanda so well, chaos and order. Now that you had them back though...

"Wanda." You croak tears adorning your face and the red mist dissipates as a dark calming cyan covers the floor.

Standing up she pulls you into her as you sob into her chest.

"Oh, my princess how I've missed you."

"I- I didn't know that they were going to wipe my memories of you. And- and our children. When I started to realize they weren't doing what they told me they were doing I started to panic and I was so scared." You cry.

"Shh," You rubs your back as you shake in her arms. "Everything is alright now treasure, we're together again and no one is taking you away from me ever again."

You don't have the time to analyze her words further with your powers before her lips connect with yours and your mind explodes.

Wanda kisses you hungrily, like you're her last meal and you eagerly reciprocate the sentiment. As she bites on your bottom lip, it surprises you slightly as you feel like you haven't kissed her in centuries so you've forgotten how chaotic she can be. Nothing like your past boyfriend, who when he kissed you was bland and colorless.

Your mouth opens and you let her take dominance, she nearly always did in the past, it's just the way Wanda is.

Pinning you against the bed with her own body her lips start traveling down further and you feel her hand go underneath as they two go further down.

"Did he kiss you like this?" She mutters against your throat.

You blink and her civilian clothes from before are gone and come has the scarlet witch. The deviled horned crown embellished on her head.

You've transformed too though, a suit covers your body much like Wanda's but it has more blue and green under tones. There's a white diamond arched upon your chest and it has a purple point in the center with eight lines different shades of blue, and green.

You don't answer her you just let your head fall back as a halo falls around your head.

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Stephen Strange doesn't expect to see you when Wanda finally has America at Wundagore, he thought your memory had been wiped. However you stood in front of him furious, and your mind fully intact.

The cyan magic enveloped America, you shouldn't have been doing this. You were order, you can see the truth if you wanted, if you saw it he's sure you would have been helping him.

So why haven't you?

"You can stop this Y/n!" He calls out to you voice strained. "Look for the truth with you're powers! You'll see that this is all wrong!"

Slowly you're head turns to face him and your eyes glow an unnatural dark teal.

"I already have."

Strange is astonished and terrified. The outcome in his brain that you already had looked into the truth didn't serve him. He didn't think it was possible, Wong even said it was impossible.

Improbable, it was improbable not impossible. Oh god, he's such a fool.

"The only thing that conflicted." You go on as you lift a hand on Miss America's face, stroking it like a mother would a child as Wanda's power envelopes him too.

"Is her."

You tilt your head and a flash of red goes through your eyes and suddenly Chavez is getting prepared for Wanda and the two of you trade off and you block Strange from getting to Wanda and Chavez and from seeing what's going to happen.

"This is you're endgame? You help Wanda and she gets the children? She'll throw you away the moment she gets them!"

Giggling you turn around and behind you is Wanda looking more powerful than ever with America Chavez's dead body behind her.

She pulls you in for a passionate kiss as her left hand flicks to make the portal to the other universe.

"We made our children together." You growl to Stephen right before the portal opens.

He had really underestimated how much the two of you love each other, and would do anything for one another. Everyone did.

Now they would have to pay the price.

Wanda is the one that goes in for the children, you know you'll have to go in later to save her from her own fate but you know that she still has to experience it first. She just needs to think she got over it on her own.

The children throw things at her and she snaps at them and as the next Wanda comes in she something to her and for a second Wanda looks like she's going to stop everything.

Then her eyes flash cyan and she kills the other (weak) Wanda and force the children in her arms into their rightful universe.

With the two of you.

They scream and cry but you crouch down to face them and you gently take both of them into your arms.

"Let's put some order into your minds shall we?" You whisper into their ears.

A dark teal mist covers their eyes and then in another second it's gone and they look up to you and abruptly hug you.

"Ma!" They cry.

You nod Wanda over (as she's now the one who has a hold of the sorcerer.)

Standing up you turn your boys around and when they see Wanda they yell out for their mom and cry into her neck.

Facing Strange you get close and place a hand next to his head.

"You know what I saw was the biggest threat to this universe was?"

You lean in so your lips are right next to the cuff of his ear.

"You."

Instead of saying anything else your hand next to his head begins to move as magic exhumes from it pulling his sorcery into you. Eventually the light fades from his eyes and his body falls to the ground.

Wanda may of been playing the long game with you - manipulating you and making your truth vision weak but so were you. You saw a threat to the universe long ago and back then you didn't want to believe it so you ignored it. Then Wanda came along and showed you something different, Wanda may have been weaken you and manipulated you but you also weakened and manipulated her.

Together though, together to the two of you are strongest thing in the universe.

So you turn back to your happy family, and pull Wanda into a kiss.

Words 1866

-thedelusionreaderbitch

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[jadedlavendergemini]

Driver’s Ed

Summary: Your boyfriend Eddie Munson teaches you to drive.

Warnings: none (just cuteness!)

Relationships: Eddie Munson x Hopper!reader

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The sun has just risen in the small town of Hawkins and the morning was quiet, almost too quiet.

Most Sundays were spent in your bed, sleep being your only friend at the moment. But you had spent the day before with your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, who had promised to teach you to drive in his van.

Normally this responsibility would have fallen upon your father, but being the chief of police and a new father to a young girl with strange powers, it was pretty much the last thing on his list. But you weren’t upset, in fact you were over the moon when Eddie had even brought it up.

“I’ll teach you,” He says, taking a puff from his cigarette. He was sitting next to you on an old blanket out in the field overlooking your boring town.

Your eyes widened and you turned to look at him in surprise from your spot on your blanket. “Really?”

He laughs. “Uh, yeah, I would love to teach my girl to drive! I mean unless you would rather-“

“Nope. You’ve offered and I’m taking it.” You smiled.

While you were excited and beyond thrilled, you were also nervous as hell. You worried over causing an accident to his van. But he had assured you that he didn’t care.

The second your eyes opened to the little bit of sunlight that made its way into your room through your cracked blinds, you moved to start getting ready. You had practically raced to get dressed and add any bit of your minimal makeup.

Fast forward to the present, you were now seated in the driver’s side of his old beat up van with Eddie seated next you in the passenger side.

The first couple minutes were spent by Eddie explaining everything about the gear shift, the break and acceleration paddles below your feet and the lights that could pop up on the dash.

After a few brief nods and a few “gotchas” you were set to go. Eddie smiled to himself and snickered “You got this babe! We got nothin’ to worry about!” As he clicked his seatbelt into place.

You nodded and did the same. Anxiety slowly creeping up through your spine but you shook it off. After all, this was a huge moment in your life.

You took a deep breath and inserted the key and gave it a twist, causing the van to roar to life.

“Remember, hun, remember to keep your right foot placed on the break until you’re ready to go.” He reminded you.

“Right,” you nodded again. Your hand reached for the gear shifted, memorizing in your mind the meaning of each. You finally settled for DRIVE.

“Okay so now you can slowly remove you foot from the brake and go slOW-“

Eddie was cut off by the force of the van caused by your aggressive foot pushing down on the accelerator pedal a little too hard. Eddie had both of his ring clad hands placed onto the dashboard in attempt to hold himself in place.

Once you realized how much power you gave, You quickly released the pedal and slammed your foot back down on the break. Once again caused the two of you to nearly hit the dash.

Slowly, you turned towards Eddie who looks bewildered at what just happened. His widened eyes shrunk back to their normal chocolate brown orbs and slowly he reached back from the dashboard and turns to you.

“Maybe this was a bad idea?” You managed to squeak out. You moved to unbuckle the seat belt. “I just don’t think I’m ready-“

“No, no- hey no, y/n.” His large hand takes the belt clip from you and clicks it back into place. “Like I said, you got this. Driving can be exciting, but not easy. You’re gonna get this down. Now just do the same thing but slower. When you take your foot off the break, the car should roll on its own. The acceleration is just to add a little speed, okay? Try it like that.”

You took a deep breath before taking his advice. You moved to shift the gear out of park once more to Drive. You let your foot slowly remove the pressure from the break and watched as the van slowly made its way forward at a safe pace.

“Just like that, sweetheart. You’re doing great!” Your metal head of a boyfriend encourages.

You can’t help but smile. But it dropped the moment you heard the other idea that popped into his head.

“Try slowly turning out there, to the left. Outside the trailer park.” Eddie had made it sound so simple, as if he were talking to a cab driver. But he wasn’t, it was you, his girlfriend/driving student.

You placed your foot back onto the break pedal without hesitating. Turning towards him, you voice your concerns. “Eddie, I don’t think I’m that quite there yet. I think the trailer park is just enough. I can’t be out there driving with other cars, other people.”

“Baby, you’ll be fine. Just remember what I taught you. Stop on red, go on green-“

“Well that’s obvious.” You rolled your eyes.

“Just pay attention to the people and surroundings around you, sweetheart. Look for the speed signs, follow those and for the love of GOD don’t floor the accelerator. Okay? Worse case scenario? We get pulled over by your dad and you get a slap on the wrist…. Except me because he probably won’t like me.”

You nodded and took a deep breath. You did the same maneuver to get yourselves on to the main road. You eventually spotted your first speed sign so you slowly accelerated to said speed and managed it from there. There weren’t too many cars out this early so it was easy.

After five minutes driving down the same road, Eddie eventually began directing you on where to go, which roads to take. Until you made it to an older looking home with an even shadier looking boat house.

Once you pulled up, Eddie had given you the signal to stop the car. So you did and made sure the gearshift was in park.

Eddie turned to you, his big smile causing you to smile. He waisted no time in unbuckling himself and jumping out the door as you did the same.

He quickly wrapped you in his arms and swung you around a few times, causing you to squeal. “See baby?! I told you you could do it!”

The moment he lowered you back down. You wrapped you arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. He warmly returned the kiss but was the first to pull away.

“Do you know where we are?” He asks, hands still holding onto your waist.

Looking around, you were unfamiliar with this property. “Uh, no. I-I don’t think I do.”

“Reefer Ricks,” he replied, moving himself back towards the van. “He’s a cool guy. But Uh, he is in jail at the moment so this place is pretty empty.”

“Oh,” you were now feeling a little concerned. “Should we even be here?”

Eddie was now rummaging through the back of the van. “Nah, we’re good baby. Nobody comes around here. Well, except me or Rick.”

You watched as he shuts the van doors and reveals himself with a medium sized basket, you could only assume that it contained snacks and drinks (most likely beer).

“Uh, what’s with the basket?”

“Well, my sweet y/n, I thought since we were going to be up this early we might as well enjoy breakfast with a great view…. out on lover’s lake.”

You smiled again and gesture towards the boat house. “And let me guess, on Rick’s boat?”

Eddie winks at you before nodding. “He won’t mind. Now let’s go, lady Hopper, because we shouldn’t miss out on such a beautiful sight!”

You giggled before following him into the boat house.

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A/N: I want to write for Eddie so bad! I’m thinking about starting a new series! But for now, here’s a cute little one shot. Enjoy!

[inagetawaycarxo]

Post Breakup Run-Ins [WWE]

Warnings: breakups, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, heartbreak, breakout them tissues, me listening to SOUR while writing this, more angst, roman’s part is FULL ANGST, broken hearts, Roman being an ass in Jey’s part and his own part, as well as Drews, asshole!roman, mentions of cheating, insecurities, heartache, alcohol, Seth’s part is short.

A/N: All two parts. This preference involves Drew Mcintyre, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Roman Reigns & Seth Rollins. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Drew McIntyre:

Drew and you were on different brands so a breakup was inevitable. Drew and you broke up before survivor series. You were lucky you haven’t run into him yet, but that was all going to change when survivor series happened.

You thought you could avoid him but you were so wrong. You ended up crashing right into his chest.

You were talking to Jey, so your attention wasn’t in front of you. nor was his he was looking at you. you crashed right into something solid. Nearly falling, put a strong muscular arm caught you. the familiar smell invading your nostrils. It was him.

You looked up. Staring into his eyes. he stared into your eyes.

The moment was interrupted by Jey when he pulled you off of Drew. Drew looked annoyed.

“Come on y/n/n,” Jey spoke, before dragging you away quickly. Drew and you stared at each other till you disappeared.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

“You, okay?” Jey asked noticing that you were spaced out while he guided you to Roman’s private locker room.

“Do you think I should talk to him; I mean the way he stared at me…” You spoke. As Jey and you walked into Roman’s locker room.

Jey fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t why you were under Drew’s spell. He broke your heart because you got drafted to smackdown while he stayed on raw. He couldn’t even bother to try a long-distance relationship with you. In Jey’s eyes Drew didn’t deserve you or a second chance.

“He broke up with you because both of you were on different brands,” Jey pointed out.

“I know but…” You sighed, but Jey cut you off.

“Y/n, if he cared about you, he wouldn’t have broken up with you, he would have tried,” Jey grumbled. Trying to prove a point to you. You must have forgotten all those nights you cried till you had no tears left to cry.

“What are you flapping your gums about?” Roman demanded. Rubbing his temple. Jimmy looked up from his phone, while Paul looked at Jey then at you, then back at Roman.

“Y/n ran into Drew and now she wants to get back with him, which I think is stupid,” Jey grumbled. Making you roll your eyes.

Roman let out a huff. Rolling his eyes. Obviously, you forget how much it broke you when he dumped you.

Roman composed himself. Looking at you. Making your heart jump to your throat.

“He broke your heart, y/n, he couldn’t be man enough to make it work, so he dumped you, broke your heart into pieces, you spent years trying to get over him, and now you want to get back together with him,” Roman hissed out.

“But…” You gasped out. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.

“I’m not done talking yet, you are better off without him, he isn’t a man,” Roman spoke in a cold tone. Like he was lecturing you.

Roman got up. Walking over to you. He gently rested his hand on your cheek. Eyes looking into yours.

“I don’t think your heart could take another heartbreak from him,” Roman sighed, stroking your cheek before leaving his locker room. Leaving you standing confused. Paul followed him, as well as Jey. Jimmy trailed behind but stopped beside you.

“Y/n, don’t listen to them, do what your heart tells you, if you want to be with him, then be with him,” Jimmy spoke. Making you smile.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” You beamed. Making him give you a playful wink before he left the room.

You quickly spun around. Opening the locker room door and walking out. Searching for Drew.

After about an hour of searching for him, you were about ready to give up. You couldn’t find him. Cursing to yourself. Maybe Roman and Jey were right.

Pouting to yourself you hopped onto a crate. Wishing the world would swallow you whole. You didn’t see Drew sit down next to you.

“Hey y/n, I’m surprised your guard dogs aren’t around you,” He joked. Making you look up. Surprise edged on your features.

“Drew,” You gasped out. Mentally cursing yourself.

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a minute or so of gazing into each other’s eyes, both of you broke the silence at the same time.

“I want to give us another chance,” Both of you spoke at the same time.

You smiled at his response. While he smiled back at you. Drew took a hold of your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours. Your heartbeat beating a hundred miles. Butterflies swarming inside of your stomach.

“I shouldn’t have broken up with you, these past few years have been torture,” Drew spoke. As you starred at him.

“It’s okay, all that matters now is that we want the same thing, and that’s that we want to get back together, to give us another chance,” You spoke. As Drew closed the space between him and you.

His other hand grabbing the side of your face. Lowering his lips down to yours. His warm lips pressing against yours softly. Eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you…

Jey Uso;

You avoided Jey, and if you did see him you would run in the other direction.

Ever since he joined Roman, he had changed and not for the better either.

Roman told Jey to forget about you, that you weren’t supportive and if you dumped him because he joined family then you never really did love him. The truth was Roman was manipulating him and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

At first, Jey listened to his cousin giving you death glares, but that all faded. He missed you. He missed your touch, your smile, how your hair smelt, how you laugh, he missed deep conversations with you. He was aching for you.

So, he planned to corner you into a corner.

“Jey, what do you want, here to glare me to death,” You asked. Placing your hands on your hips.

Instead of answering you he just grabbed the side of your face and kissed you roughly. Placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away.

“Jey…” You gasped out. Eyebrows furrowing.

“I miss you so much, I need you, I want you back,” Jey begged you. Making your heart ache.

“We can’t, you’ve changed so much, ad Roman hates me,” You sighed. Looking at him with sad eyes.

“Then what if we date in secret?” Jey suggested. Making you think for a second.

You let out a sigh.

“Okay,” You whispered. Jey was close enough to hear. He smiled before kissing you again.

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Jey let out a content sigh, as you snuggled into his bare chest. Both of you coming down from your high, after having multiple orgasms.

You traced his tattoo. Looking at a bruise of his in concern. Jey knew you weren’t fond of Roman. Or his actions, in fact, you liked to call him a self-centred asshole. Telling Jey he is manipulating him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind, well dirty mind?” Jey asked, winking at you on the last line.

You moved your head up, looking at him, to see him staring at you. You playfully rolled your eyes. Lightly swatting him. Jey let out a fake ow.

“I just… I wish your cousin wasn’t so self-centred. He could come and save you when you get attacked by his opponents,” You sighed. Pouting at him.

“Don’t worry, babe,” He replied. His hand cupping the side of your face.

“But I do, you get hurt, and he doesn’t, it’s hard not to,” You sighed heavily. Jey had to distract you. He was still horny, so he thought why not go for another round.

“Let’s not talk about my cousin, not when we can go for another round,” He spoke, shifting his body so he was on top of you. Your heart rate accelerating a few beats.

“But…” You tried to speak but stopped you by putting his finger on your lips.

“Sh,” Jey shushed you making you pout. Jey positioned the head of his cock with your entrance.

Before you could even protest, he entered you. Making a gasp escape your mouth. Jey smirked. Satisfied he got that reaction. Your hands gripped his forearms.

“See so much better than talking about Roman.” Jey groaned out, as your walls clenched around him as he continued to slide into you till bottom out. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

What the two of you failed to notice was that Jimmy and Roman entered Jey’s hotel room, walking in on Jey and you naked about to have sex.

“Yeah, let’s not talk about me while you are fucking this whore, in fact, I thought the both of you broke up, please don’t tell me she manipulated you into sleeping with her,” Roman shouted. Voice booming.

You let out a slight scream. You could have sworn he locked the door. But the two of you were both driven by the lust for each other that the two of you didn’t lock it. However, your shock disappeared at what he said. What a hypocrite, he was the one that was manipulating people.

“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Covering him and you. Jimmy awkwardly adverted his eyes, while Roman just glared at you. You glared back at Roman.

“We wouldn’t have broken up if you didn’t manipulate him,” You hissed out. Giving him an icy glare. Which he shot right back at you.

“Babe,” Jey gasped out. Roman scoffed.

“You are such a brat,” Roman growled out.

“Least I don’t let my cousins do my dirty work or get injured because I couldn’t be bothered to save them,” You hissed out.

“You wouldn’t understand you aren’t a part of the bloodline,” Roman shot back.

Jimmy wished he had popcorn, Jey wished this would end, because he knew Roman would make him choose and he couldn’t do that.

“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Shooting Roman a look.

“You such a manipulating asshole,” You shouted. Voice rising two octaves.

“Y/n,” Jey huffed out. Looking between Roman and you.

“Least I’m not sleeping my way to the top,” Roman smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“That’s enough,” Jey shouted, slightly upset at Roman’s words.

“And there it is,” You chuckled darkly.

“It’s true, you slept with Jey, got attention, now you will probably want to sleep with someone else,” Roman growled out. Glaring at you coldly.

“You really think that low of me,” You spat out.

“Yeah,” Roman smirked.

“You are such an asshole,” You yelled.

“Might be but you wouldn’t understand, even if Jey did make you understand you just wouldn’t get it,” Roman spat out. Crossing his arms. Did he just call you dumb? you thought to yourself. You wrapped the sheet around you, getting up. Jey quickly covered himself with the quilt cover.

“No, you are being a manipulating toxic asshole, I honestly think you need a reality check, and I hope Brock knocks some sense into you,” You shouted. Walking over to him. Roman’s glare intensified.

“Y/n,” Jey hissed out. While Jimmy looked amused. Damn you had balls to stand up to Roman and say that.

“Jey is either her or us?” Roman spoke, giving him an alternative. Making you narrow your eyes.

You quickly slapped him hard. Making Jey gasp and Jimmy try to control his laugh. The slap echoed through the hotel room. Roman grabbed his cheek a red mark formed on his cheek.

“I’ll do you one better, I’m done,” You hissed out. Casting a look at Jey, before you turned your head to look at Roman. Giving him an icy glare. You stormed off. Jey quickly got out of the bed, holding the quilt close, as he chased after you. Roman rolled his eyes.

“Y/n, wait,” Jey gasped out. Voice full of panic. He couldn’t lose you again.

“You are just going to walk out with a sheet wrapped around you,” Roman questioned smugly. Jey shot him a look, as you stopped in the doorway of the front door. The door was half-opened.

“Well, got to keep my slutty reputation up,” You spat out, slamming the door after you exited it.

Jey glared at Roman.

“What the hell was that?” Jey hissed out.

“She wouldn’t understand, and she is a distraction,” Roman responded. Shrugging his shoulders like he just did Jey a huge favour. Jey glared at his cousin….

Jimmy Uso:

Jimmy cheated on you. He begged you for forgiveness telling you it was a moment of weakness and he missed you.

But you weren’t having any of it so, you ended it.

Jimmy vowed to get you back. Yelling at you that he wouldn’t stop until you were his again.

You weren’t really surprised to see him at your doorstep.

The loud sound of persistent knocking came from your front door. Taking you away from the tub of ice cream and the show that was playing on the TV. You whipped your tears away. Before walking to the door. Unlocking it and taking the lock chain off, before opening the door.

You let out a groan of annoyance when you saw Jimmy at your doorstep. Eyes red from crying. He was the one that got himself in this mess. Holding a bouquet. Like they were going to fix the issue.

You were about to close the door, but he stopped you. a look of panic crossing his face.

“Please, y/n, I love you, I am so sorry I cheated on you, it was a moment of weakness, please, I love you,” He pleaded.

You closed your eyes. Fighting the tears back. You then reopened your eyes.

“If you ever loved me, you would have never cheated on me,” You snapped. Before slamming the door and locking it. Putting the chain lock across before walking back to the couch. Turning up the volume on the TV to drown out Jimmy’s pleas.

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You wished your self-doubt would go away, you wished you didn’t fall in love with Jimmy, but nothing is ever simple or easy in life.

The first few months of the breakup you wallowed. Crying your eyes out. Eating junk food to comfort you. To soothe your breaking heart. It didn’t help when Jimmy kept coming around with gifts trying to apologize. You didn’t want the gifts, you just wanted his love, but he couldn’t give that to you. Because if he even loved you, he wouldn’t have cheated.

He only went away when Sasha threatened him. Chewing his ear out. It pained you to see her get up him, but he did hurt you, and he did deserve her grilling. Sasha was your best friend in the company. Claiming you were the best hairdresser in WWE.

So, when you didn’t come to work, she started to worry about you. Till the point, she came over. Comforting you and telling you, you needed a distraction and to forget about him.

So, here you were at the salon you worked at. Trying to distract yourself. But failing miserably.

A bunch of teenage girls going to prom, made you think of Jimmy. Wishing it were that simple. You styled their hair. Doing your best not to think of Jimmy, asking about who they were going to prom with, what their gowns looked like, but it was hard not to think of Jimmy when his twin brother made his way into the salon. You rolled your eyes, as he walked over to you. The teenage girls swooned over him.

“Is he your boyfriend?” One asked.

“He is so cute,” One of the girls spoke.

“He is so hot,” Another one swooned.

“What do you want Jey?” You asked as you continued to curl the teenage girl's hair. She was the last one.

“Do you have a minute?” Jey asked. As he sat down on the bench to the side. The teenage girls stared at him in awe. While Jey shot them a wink. Some of them blushed while some of them giggled. You rolled your eyes. Shooting him a look.

“Are you two dating?” The teenage girl whose hair you were curling asked. Jey’s eyebrow flicked up.

“She wishes,” He teased. Giving you a playful look. He was trying to cheer you up. Seeing how miserable you looked. You rolled your eyes at his answer.

“He wishes,” You grumbled. As you curl the last strand of her hair.

“Nah, she dated my twin brother,” He spoke. Making the teenage girls gasp.

“There’s another one that looks like you,” One of the girls gushed out.

“Alright girls, all done, go to the counter and I will ring up the price,” You spoke. They all obliged, but not before giving Jey flirty looks.

“Can I have a word?” Jey asked. Making you let out a huff.

“I’m busy,” You huffed out, as you unplugged the curling iron.

“I’ll wait,” Jey responded. Crossing his arm as he sat on one of the chairs.

“Fine, just give me a second,” You sighed. Walking off to go charge the teenage girls. Their mums were there as well. Paying for the styling. You smiled warmly at them as they left the store. Telling the girls to have fun.

You let out a heavy sigh. Dreading to go back and talk to Jey. You knew he would want you to get back with Jimmy.

You took a deep breath before letting it out. Walking back to Jey.

“What do you want Jey?” You sighed out, as you reorganized your kit.

“He misses you, and you miss him, the two of you look like shit, and I before you argue and say he cheated on you, he regrets doing it, he needs you and you need him, can you please look past the fact he cheated on you and go back to him, at least give him another shot or be his friend,” Jey pleaded.

“I can’t Jey,” You sighed. Tears gathering in your eyes you quickly wiped them away.

“At least come back to WWE, everyone misses you,” Jey sighed. You thought about it for a second before looking up at him.

“Fine, but keep Jimmy away from me,” You sighed. Jey smiled brightly. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close into his chest. Giving you a bone-crushing hug. You let out a groan of pain. His plan worked, now all he had to do was get Jimmy and you back together…

Roman Reigns:

Breakups were hard. Especially how Roman and you ended. He ended up telling you he still has feelings for Galina and wanted to try again with her.

That left your heart breaking into two. You quickly rushed out of the room, while he called your name.

Ever since then you have been avoiding him. It didn’t help that the two of you worked in the same place, smackdown.

Doubts setting in your mind, where you a placeholder? Did he ever love you? Did he cheat on you?

Unfortunately for you, your luck ran out. You bumped into him in the hallways.

You felt like your throat was closing up. Heart thumping loudly in your eardrums.

“Hey, y/n, I haven’t seen you lately, how are you? Are you okay?” He asked. Looking at you with a general interest. His eyes looked sad. The nerve of him to ask you that, to even speak to you like you are his friend.

“Okay?” You shouted out. tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“I can’t even look at you without bursting into tears. You broke my heart, you ruined me,” You snapped. Tears falling from your eyes.

Out of habit roman went to wipe them away but you slapped his hand away.

“Did you even love me? Or was it just fake, maybe you even used me just so you felt less lonely,” You snapped. Bianca noticed the Commotion. She quickly walked over to Roman and you. she wasn’t too impressed with how Roman broke your heart, after all, you ran to her crying your eyes out till you passed out. She was your best friend, so she felt a little protective over you.

“I hate you; I never want to talk or see you ever again, heck, I’m going to see if I can go to raw, and if I can’t then I quit,” You yelled. roman looked heartbroken, but you didn’t care.

“Come on y/n/n,” Bianca spoke softly, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you away from Roman, casting him a glare over her shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” She spoke in a soothing voice. While your body shook in anger.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

You no longer had emotional breakdowns over Roman. Lies. At least not in front of anyone. Though Bianca believed you weren’t over Roman. Especially since you got drunk to numb the pain or have one-night stands with other guys, to forget about him, and the fact he chooses her not you.

Roman on the other hand after his encounter with you, wasn’t doing so well. He made a mistake breaking up with you to be with Galina.

He saw how cold you were to him, but deep down he knew it was all a front. He knew you were breaking, and he was breaking too. But he knew he couldn’t break up with Galina as well.

She noticed Roman’s behaviour as well. Often finding him deep in thought. Or scrolling through his phone. Looking at selfies of you. Sometimes he would stalk your Instagram as well. At first, she felt jealous, but then she accepted that a part of Roman was going to love you.

“You still love her, don’t you?” Galina asked as she noticed Roman was looking at photos of you again. He quickly locked his phone a little too quickly for her liking.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m with you now, I picked you,” Roman spoke. Flashing her a soft smile. That didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She let out a sigh. Just because he flashed her a smile. She could tell it didn’t reach his eyes. He was miserable without you. Every time he was happy his mind would then wander off to you. His smile turning into a frown. She could tell he missed you.

“Talk to her,” She sighed.

“She hates me,” Roman sighed.

“She hates that you choose me over her, and truthfully I only think you choose me because of the kids, and maybe you do still love me, but I know you love y/n more,” Galina spoke. Giving him a sad smile. He needed to hear it.

Roman tried to speak but Galina cut him off again.

“Go win her back, give you her your all, and if it doesn’t work out, we can try again,” She spoke.

Roman smiled at her sadly. Getting up and walking over to her.

“I’m sorry, for doing this to you,” Roman sighed. Cupping the side of her face. She looked up at him. Slightly smiling. Leaning into him. Her hands grabbed his wrists.

“I know, but you still love her, go get her,” Galina spoke. Leaning up till her lips pressed against his. Kissing each other passionately one last time before he went to your apartment complex…

Nerves racked throughout Roman’s body. Palms clammy. Rehearsing in his mind what he was going to say to you. Roman took a deep shake breath in then exhaled. Clenching his hand into a fist. Bringing his fist up to the door and knocking.

He knocked three times. Calling your name. But got no response. His heart hammered against his rib cage.

“Look, y/n, I know you don’t want to see me, but I left her, I want us to get back together,” Roman spoke voice slight loud.

Roman heard the door behind him. Making him glance over his shoulder. Seeing your neighbour standing there in their pyjamas. Looking slightly annoyed.

“She’s not home,” They grumbled. Looking at Roman in irritation.

“That’s fine, I can wait for her,” Roman replied. Giving your neighbour a forced smile.

“You’ll be waiting for a while,” One of your neighbours spoke. Making Roman shrug his shoulder.

“Your problem,” Your neighbour grumbled. They were about to slam the door when Roman spoke again.

“Is she doing, okay?” Roman asked.

“By okay you mean, coming home drunk while her friend helps her, or doesn’t come home at all till the next day?” Your neighbour shot out. Shotting Roman a glare. Before shutting the door.

Guess he deserved that. But that got Roman worrying more about you. You weren’t doing okay, and it was all because of him….

“And after all, he put me through, I still fucking love him,” You drunkenly blurted out. Making Damian furrow his eyebrows as you downed the shot. An idea popped into his mind.

“How about I get him off your mind?” Damian suggested.

“How?” You asked as Damian got up off the barstool, tilting his head to the side hinting at the dance floor. Holding his hand out to you. You bite your lip, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Okay, handsome,” You slurred out, getting up and taking his hand. Damian pulled you towards the dance floor…

Seth Rollins;

You tried to get transferred to NXT but no, Vince wanted you on Smackdown live.

It was hard to avoid someone you loved, hard to look at him, hard to be happy for him since he was now a father. You weren’t too happy when you found out the woman, he cheated on you with Becky was pregnant, it broke your heart.

So, when you did bump into Seth you cast your gaze down to the ground and walked off muttering an apology and walking off.

Seth felt bad. All the guilt of cheating you eating up inside of him. he tried to apologize to you he really did, but you ignored him. he knew he broke your heart. He loved Becky but deep down in his heart you always held a special place.

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The alcohol only numbed your heartache to a certain extent. Though you always ended up crying yourself to sleep. You wished that you didn’t fall in love with him, then you wouldn’t be so broken. Wondering what you did wrong.

You tried your best to avoid Seth, especially Becky. You were hoping you would get released to at least ease your pain, but that never happened. You could only wait till your contract ended. Then you could be free of him. Maybe you would wrestler in AEW or Impact anywhere that was free of Seth and Becky.

All you wanted was to be enough for him, and you weren’t. You thought he loved you, but he didn’t. You were sick of feeling heartbroken…

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Boundary [Dana’s 700 Special]

Track: Fever - Enhypen / TiO - Zayn / Close - Nick Jonas, Tove Lo

➣ Member: my og bias owo

➣ Genre: idol! ju x stylist! [fem] reader

➣ Warnings: swear words and if you squint, some smut

➣ Word Count: i’m like 100% sure it’ll be as long as accelerate [i was wrong it’s nowhere near but whatever]

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He’s going to be the absolute death of me.

The thought is loud in your head, and you were almost sure you would’ve blurted it out had the filming studio been empty. Breaking Dawn was blasting from the speakers behind the MV director, experimenting with some strange angles that you’ve never seen any other MV director try with the group before. 

If you thought Reveal was dangerous, this might be worse.

“Okay! Let’s do that hook into the chorus first and we’ll see how that angle goes!”

“Breaking Dawn, I see-”

“Cut! Juyeon-” The director snorts while staring at the monitor from the camera. “That was great but um, we’ll need to rate the video if we release this one.”

Never mind. It is worse.

��Yah, Juyeon!”

“Ahh... seriously?”

“You already have enough screen time, why are you so greedy?!”

The members crowd around Juyeon and shove him playfully as the director films that part from the monitor, and brings his cellphone over to the group to see. You can barely hear the music from the phone, given how far you were standing from the filming area. 

The group of 11 burst into loud yells and frustrated groans, with Younghoon and Chanhee giving their iconic ‘OoO’ faces to Juyeon. The main man chuckles, embarrassed, and shakes his head while waving it off.

“I didn’t intend to make it so suggestive, sorry!”

“It’s alright, that was great, really!” The director assures him. “It’s just that we can’t release that without rating the MV, and you guys don’t really have that kind of reputation yet so, we won’t do that for you guys now. But anyways, can we get a 10 minute break and we’ll pick up where we left off?”

The boys celebrate in unison, Eric immediately rushing off for the washroom, some members going to the staff to ask for their phones, others going for the monitor to check their progress and the remaining approaching their stylists for appearance maintenance.

So, when Juyeon approaches you with that sly-mixed-with-shame smile, you can’t help but to shake your head at him. 

“Really? He asks you to go all out and you look like you want to eat the camera,” Pulling open your little kit, you set it on the table next to you. You pull out the comb and hairspray and start adjusting his hair again - all that dancing’s pushed some strands out of its rightful position.

“Aw, so you agree that I looked good enough?”

“What?” The pitch is higher than expected, but you hope your feigned annoyance camouflages the pinch of jealousy. “Please! The director said it’ll be rated!”

Juyeon laughs, standing with his feet a little more apart than natural for you to have easier access to his hair. 

“Well, you’re the one who did my hair and makeup. If it’s anybody to blame, wouldn’t it be you?” 

His words halt the sharp end of your comb in his hair, and you poke it into his scalp for good measure while puffing out your cheeks. He chuckles it off. 

“Excuse you, sir, Cre.Ker gave me a color palette and a set of reference pics. Ever since they cracked the code with you with Reveal, they just won’t stop with this genre of style on you.”

“I mean... I definitely prefer my current style over what they did to me in Boy.”

The memory cooks up a bunch of images in your head, and you fail to stop the giggle that runs off your tongue when you return the comb to the kit. 

“Aw, come on, that was cute,” Picking up a brow pencil, you fill in the tiny fade-out. “You were, what? 19? No reason for you to look as raunchy as you do now.”

“It’s a pity you only met me just before I become ‘raunchy’.”

“Why? I mean, ‘Juyeon’s not a good boy’ though. Raunchy’s closer to that than what you did pre-Reveal.”

“I meant it!” Juyeon widens his eyes and his brows shift up his forehead just as the tip of the brow pencil lifts off his skin. “I’m happy Cre.Ker’s letting us show what we want to.”

“And I’m happy for you too,” You finish up on his foundation where it’s starting to wear off. “But one day, you’re gonna cross a line and break some hearts.”

Juyeon smiles as you cap on all your equipment and close your kit. Resting one hand on your hip, you quickly give his hair one last poke before he resumes his normal standing position.

“What if I only want to break specific hearts though?”

A frown befalls your face and you forge an ugly look by crooking your lips. “What? Was that an attempt to flirt? Please stop,” Waving him off, you turn and pick up your kit, walking away on your heels as Juyeon tails you.

He’s just practising flirting on me at this point. Best friends and best friends for what? Get MY heart broken? PLEASE.

“Flirt with Kevin if you want, he’ll give you better advice,” You turn to the film area and sure enough, Kevin was busy twerking into the camera and Changmin’s just face palming himself. 

“Oi Kevin! Stahb it!” You yell across the space and Changmin points to you, turning to yell at Kevin.

“Yah, even y/n’s telling you to stop!”

Chuckling, you turn into the dressing room as another hair stylist finishes with Sangyeon in the mirror. 

“Hello sir, you look kinda tired today, are you resting well?”

“Don’t get me started. Schedule’s packed into June,” Sangyeon subtly shakes his head, but his stylist holds his cheeks and shifts his face back to face the mirror.

“Sangyeon, please face the mirror. It’s not my fault if your hair gets messed up again,” The hair stylist grins as he picks up the hairspray.

“Sorry,” Sangyeon blinks at him and purses his lips. Juyeon crashes into the two seater-sofa in the corner of the dressing room and groans tiresomely, resting his head on the top surface of the headrest. 

“Well, you should get some rest before Kingdom kicks in,” You place the kit on the dressing table and sit down in the two-seater next to Juyeon. “It’s not going to be an easy fight, y’know.”

“Right! You used to be ATEEZ’s hairstylist!” Sangyeon’s eyes widen and you can see him struggling not to turn to you directly instead of trying to find you in the strangest angle of the reflection in the mirror. 

“Yeah. Those guys are intense, and I mean intense! Six out of eight are known for performance skills and the other two... one produces 99% of their tracks and the other belts out notes even I can’t reach.”

“You sound like you were sent from KQ to intimidate us-” Sunwoo struts in and waves an annoying finger in your face.

“I’m not-” Swatting his finger away, Juyeon leans forward and pulls Sunwoo’s hand. “I’m just saying for good measure- it’s not going to be easy. Stray Kids is also going to be great competition, not to mention iKON and-”

“AhHH, we get it!” Sunwoo shushes you, swinging his hand with Juyeon’s.

“No matter the outcome, you all need to know that you guys were stellar last year. I was new then, but it was absolutely stunning to watch you guys work and put so much effort into your performances.”

“Oh my God, yeah, you could not shut up about the Danger performance,” Sangyeon cooes, letting his stylist finally finishes and shifts to pack the hair equipment. 

“I’ll bet it’s cause your best friend over here got the most screen time,” Sunwoo perks up a mischievous brow and smirks at you.

Juyeon’s eyes widen and stares at the youngest, “I didn’t get the most screen time.”

“If not you then who?” Sangyeon butts in as he stands.

“Uh... Changmin?”

Sunwoo and Sangyeon go quiet. 

“Yah, you had a good amount of screen time too!” Sangyeon turns and blurts out at Sunwoo, playfully shoving him. 

“Y’all are being loud in here,” Kevin’s head pops out from beyond the door frame, one of his stylists tagging behind him and struggling to pat down his clothes. 

“No, tell me if Sunwoo had more screentime than Changmin in Danger from last year,” Sangyeon wraps an arm around Sunwoo and slowly walks him out. 

“What? I don’t know, Changmin had the opening and the dance break...”

Sangyeon’s hairstylist follows closely, and by instinct, he shuts the door behind him, leaving you with Juyeon in the dressing room. It’s humid, from all the lights turned on in the room, and the leather seat wasn’t the most comfortable thing to sit on.

Turning to Juyeon, his eyes are gently shut, and frankly, he looked like he was about to fall asleep. The backrest of the sofa sinks when you lean back, mimicking his position.

“You have like four minutes left so don’t even think of falling asleep.”

“I’m not sleeping,” He offers a tiny smile on his lips, eyes still shut. 

“Sure, you’re not.”

“Wake me up when the director needs me.”

“You wish,” The leather under your legs squeak when you push yourself off, but he sticks out an arm at your stomach and pushes you back down. Judging by the miniscule smirk on his face, he’s just messing with you. “What do you think you’re doing? I have a job to do and you have a music video to film.”

He remains quiet. Someone shouts at Eric outside.

“You’re being fucking weird today, sir,” You lift a hand and grab his arm to move it away, but he swiftly wraps his fingers around your wrist and yanks you forward instead. 

Using your palms to keep the distance between your faces, you’re hovering above him now, breath on his upper lip. The sweat’s begun to collect in the lines of your palms, stuck to the arm rest by his side and the cushion he’s leaning on. 

Your vision immediately darts to his face upon the bold move, and he’s got that slight smile prancing on his lips when he’s thinking of a joke or something funny and doesn’t want to say it. It’s been a good year of being Juyeon’s best friend (apart from the members), so you’ve definitely grown to know how to read him by his actions.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and removing your legs from next to his thighs.

“Juyeon-”

And then he cuts you off by holding you in position with his arm around his waist, challenging your knees to hold you up - because if they buckled, you’ll land right on top of him. 

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” 

Knock knock

“y/n, are you done with Juyeon’s hair? Filming’s resuming!”

There’s an awkward tension between you and Juyeon now, with his eyes wide open and staring into yours, arm still around your waist. But having his nose just inches away from yours and his breath breathing down on your philtrum feels so surreal. It feels like it’s a dream that you’ve failed to pull yourself out from.

He parts his lips, then purses them, and sighs through his nose. 

“Yeah, she’s done! I’ll be out in like, two seconds!”

Your gaze finds his and you’re panicking when he’s moving again. Within two seconds, you’re flat on your back on the length of the couch - and this time, he’s holding himself above you.

“What the- I-”

“We’ll continue this later back at the company, I promise,” Then he rounds your cheek and presses a kiss into your cheekbone instead.

He pulls back, offering you his kind smile and a ruffle into your hair for good measure. Nothing in your body is working when you hear him shuffle for the door, and it clicks shut behind him, with Breaking Dawn already blasting in the filming space.

Sucking in a deep breath, you don’t realise how hard your heart is thumping in your head until you hear your own shaky exhale. You don’t know where to look, you can still feel his grip on your waist and his breath on your upper lip, and everything’s just a mess right now.

What the Hell just happened?

“Eric - Dior Shirt Size M...” You mumble under your breath, fingers gripping the pen to the clipboard so hard, your writing would probably leave a mark in the sheet under. 

“I think this is the last luggage!” Younghoon’s stylist drags the black case in, lining it up with the last unopened one. “Need help?”

“Yeah, just open the luggage for me and separate Sangyeon’s clothes from Jacob’s, but otherwise I can handle it on my own.”

She nods, laying it down and unzipping it for the clothes to spew out. “How’s working here? It’s been over a year, right?”

“Mhm,” You glance at her, obviously tired. “It’s alright, but thanks to your advice since last year, I don’t think it could’ve been better.”

With a kind smile, she looks up at you, placing Sangyeon’s pants over his stack. “You’re experienced from ATEEZ, so it wouldn’t have been that hard anyway.”

She stands, resting her hands on her hips as you walk over, squatting to check Sangyeon and Jacob’s clothes. 

“So... what’s going on with you and Juyeon?”

I’d like to know too.

“Huh?” You look up at her, head tilted to the side with a sneaky cocked brow. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, please- All the stylists here know you and Juyeon are like- hanky panky nowadays. Pretty sure the boys know too, or at least have some idea.”

A cackle runs your throat dry as you graduate your attention to Jacob’s clothes. “Is that what they’re calling it? ‘Hanky-panky’? Cute.”

“Do you know why they’re still in a meeting this late?”

“No, why would I bother? As long as I don’t lose my job, it’s none of my concern.”

“They’re in meeting to be informed that their dating ban has been lifted.”

Your grip around the pen tightens, but halts abruptly. 

“Ah...” She sighs, contemplated with herself. “Cat got your tongue? Or should I say... Juyeon got your-”

Interrupted by the practise room door being pushed open, both of your attentions immediately flit to the new commotion. 

“Oh, Juyeon! Meeting’s over?”

“Yeah,” He turns and closes the door behind him. His hair was still waxed up from the day’s schedule, makeup still on but fading. Clothes snug around his shoulders with his belt tight around his hips. Those stupid jeans never did you any good since day 1. “Sangyeon said he left a ring in one of the luggages so he sent me to come get it while he counsels Kevin for twerking.”

“y/n’s just going through Sangyeon’s wardrobe, so she might find something,” Your colleague’s begun to take small, insignificant steps towards the door, and your anxiety begins to increase with every inch she places between the two of you.

“Which is why I’m here,” He stuffs his hands into his back pockets.

“Right, right,” Now, she’s already got her hand on the door knob, glancing past him and at you with wide, glistening eyes. “I gotta go check your wardrobe for tomorrow so... I’mma go now, and uh... security comes by around 12am. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“What-” You blurt out, receiving a sharp, surprised look from Juyeon.

“Bye! Bye Juyeon!”

“Bye,” He waves. 

“No, wait-” 

And so, the door clicks shut behind her, and her shadow behind the translucent material disappears down the corridor. 

The whir of the air-conditioner in the practice room fills all the awkward openings in the room, but all you can hear is the rapid thunk of your heart in your brain - as if that was even possible. 

Thunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunk

“About earlier today-”

“Give me a moment while I look for Sangyeon’s ring. What does it look like?” Standing up too fast, your vision goes white and a second of dizziness throws you off your balance.

So, of course, Juyeon rushes over and holds you by your waist before your ankles or knees give way. The incessant blinking makes you wish you could actually pass out right now, because your weight’s in his arms and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Iron deficiency much?” The corner of his lips curl up into his cheek before releasing you. “Do you need to sit down?”

Clearing your throat, you turn away first. “No, I-”

“Good, because I have some points to make and you’re gonna stop running away from them like you’re doing now.”

The change in tone runs chills down your spine and goosebumps erupt all over your skin - thank god you were wearing a blazer, safe from his observation. 

“How have you tolerated it so much?” He folds his arms across his chest, tilting his head innocently but his eyes say otherwise. It’s always his eyes that tell a whole different story from the person he’s known to be. 

“Y’know, being around me but you’re so calm and collected and I just...” He shakes his head, and to your dismay, takes a step forward - which drives you backwards. “How?”

His voice is too sing-songy. It’s too calm and collected for you because you’re about to barf up your dinner, which was a good 4 hours ago now. There’s nothing left in your stomach to barf up. 

He takes another intimidating step and you wince at your inability to look him in the eye.

Another step back. 

“Like, I know we’re friends but my God-” Shaking his head, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

Another step forward. Another backward.

“It’s upsetting that I can look ‘raunchy’ and it doesn’t seem to do anything to you... But seeing you the way you are every other day makes me want to- just-”

Another step forward. 

One more one back.

And your breath halts.

Your back hits the wall, the rear of your skull lined with the pillar. 

Oh, no.

Gritting your teeth so tight, your jaw starts to ache and your temples are throbbing. 

“I’m not seeing things, right?” A flicker of curiosity sparkles in his eyes when you muster up the courage to look at him - only to regret it instantly. “It’s not in my head that you feel the same way I do, right?”

“I... Don’t know what you’re talking about- You’re an idol... and I’m- I’m just your stylist and I-”

“‘Just my stylist’?” The comment forces his brows into a slight frown, before he lifts his hand and covers the bottom half of his face with his palm. “Rethink what you just said.”

Sucking in a deep breath, your chest wells with a horrid mix of desire and self-discipline. Those two don’t go well together. 

“We can talk about this some other day,” You choose to say, dragging your body along the pillar in a bid to shift out from the wall-Juyeon sandwich like a fool. He lifts his arm and presses his palm into the pillar behind you, caging your poor, poor soul in this fateful corner of his stupid practice room.

“Juyeon, we need... boundaries in this industry. One scandal and it’ll destroy your career.”

“Boundaries?” He buckles his elbows, shrinking the gap between your noses. “Boundaries are for idols who still have a dating ban.”

Breathing down your nose, he’s too close for comfort. You can smell his cologne, the scent of his hair wax and see the bumps on his cheek under the faint layer of makeup. You don’t realise you’re trembling until he tilts his head ever so slightly, free hand reaching up to your chin to steady your face.

“Stop running from me,” Shaking his head painstakingly subtly, he whispers into your lips. “You were mine from the start and you know that.”

The adrenaline rush through your nerves sets off fireworks all over you when he slots his body against yours, lips fitted with yours like puzzle pieces; against the wall, with his palms on your cheeks. There was no care or consideration with how much strength he was channeling into this kiss - it feels so pent-up, so frustrated. Without warning, your body resigns as you circle your arms around his shoulders.

Gripping the rim of his collar in your hands, his hands drop to your waist and holds you closer, if it were even possible. A million thoughts race through your head - and at the same time, none. This moment was something you didn’t even know you needed. 

Juyeon’s hands roam the small of your back as he keeps you against the wall, relaxing into the kiss and sighing into it instead. 

This bliss comes in the form of him. Him who provides you all the sinful wants deep down inside you. 

But this bliss doesn’t last, for the practice room door swings open violently and tears Juyeon off you.

“I told you to find my ring, not hook up with your crush!”

[agorejessstone]

Remembering Duskwood Part Three

EPISODE 1 - 10 SPOILERS

My eyelids fluttered open. Beneath my legs, an unfamiliar warmth radiated. As I adjusted to my surroundings, I remembered I’d passed out, but from what? Was it the lack of food or was I simply overwhelmed? Was it because I hadn’t had any sleep in forever? Who’s to say it wasn’t a combination of all those things, but more importantly who’s legs are those?

I squint, trying to get a gauge on my surroundings, hoping I wasn’t in another precarious situation. Who could have come into my home? The doors were locked. No one knocked. I don’t have friends, and my family lives out of state. They’d never visit without warning, let alone bust into my house unannounced like that.

Careful not to disturb the person trapped beneath me, I propped up on my elbows. Black combat boots, ripped-up jeans; dirt and water stains all over them. My eyes traveled upward; black hoodie, hands shoved into the pocket, chin resting against their chest. A man presumably but I couldn’t see his face. His hood was pulled up over his hair which peaked out from the corners in a matted, tangled, black mess, caked with mud, rust, and debris.

Mud, rust, debris; could it be? Carefully, I reached out hoping to remove the hood from his face without waking him. Just as I was about to grab the edge, a hand shot out of his pocket and snatched my wrist, gripping it tightly.

Just as quickly, his hand fell away.

“I’m…” his voice shook as he turned to face me.

His eyes, those brilliant multi-colored eyes, trembled. Tears gathered, threatening to break free at a moment’s notice. His breathing, no longer even, accelerated as his eyes moved over me. I was overwhelmingly aware I hadn’t showered in days. My house was a mess and so was I.

“Jake?” my voice trembled.

“Yes.” He said quietly.

“I…” I bit my lip, willing myself to remain focused, just for a moment.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I couldn’t.” His eyes narrowed as they searched mine.

“I know.” I choked.

“You wouldn’t have replied anyway, would you?”

I shook my head, “I’d always reply.”

Jake’s gaze slipped away, taking in our surroundings.

“Please tell me you’ve at least eaten something?”

I chewed my lip, refusing to answer.

“I need to know that you’re taking care of yourself.”

I shook my head, “Jake, I…” eyes welling up with tears I pulled my legs from his lap, against my chest. “I haven’t been able to sleep or eat. Everything makes me sick.”

I buried my face in my knees. I sobbed; thankful he was alive but embarrassed that I’d allowed myself to fall apart in his absence. I felt the couch shift as he moved, his hand hovering above my head before he sighed, pulling me into his arms. Pressing my face into his chest, I drained myself of all bottled emotions.

He kissed the top of my head as he whispered, “What happened out there, it won’t ever feel okay, but I’m here now. Just like I said I would be. It’s not Duskwood, but…”

“I was so scared I’d lost you, Jake. I was terrified that you went into that place because you wanted to protect me…”

He gently shushed me, running his hands over my hair, “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Was that you? I was watching the footage, and it looked like Hannah recognized someone coming out of the mines.”

He said quietly, “She almost gave me away, but thankfully, Alan covered for me.”

I sniffled as I pulled away to look him in the eyes, “Alan did that?”

“He said it was a thank you gift for the both of us for helping him clear up his reputation, whatever that means.”

I chuckled, “I’m glad he turned out to be such a nice guy.”

“I still don’t like cops, but Alan’s not so bad.” He pulled his hood away from his face.

I’d forgotten this was the first time I’d seen his face, heard his voice, felt his touch. I felt so connected to him, everything came naturally. His hair was longer than I’d expected, but now he’d been on the run for so long it didn’t surprise me. I pushed a strand away from his eyes, admiring the way they crinkled at the edges when he smiled. His smile was bright, despite everything, and had the most adorable dimples I’d ever seen.

“I…” I let my hand fall away from his face, “probably smell absolutely terrible.” I laughed.

“You could never smell terrible.” He cradled me against his chest, burying his face in my hair, “In fact, you smell amazing.”

“You’re feral if you think I smell good right now. I desperately need a shower.”

“I’m not any better. I went back into hiding. After I noticed you weren’t answering any of the calls or messages from the group, I panicked. I may have hacked your cellphone camera just to check in on you.” His cheeks and ears turned a cute shade of pink.

“We should probably shower. Do you want to go first while I clean up this mess?” I gestured around to the piles of garbage I’d been living in.

“Why don’t you go shower. I’ll clean this up.”

“We’re both exhausted, and It’s my mess.”

“It’s our mess. We’re a team, remember?” He smiled.

I cupped his cheek, “Jake.”

“Can I kiss you?” He leaned in slowly letting my hand slip to the back of his neck.

I nod closing my eyes, willing myself to forget about everything. The mess. How gross I felt. How sad I was. I needed to feel something different. I’d waited for this moment for so long. Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying it.

 As his hands slipped through my hair, he pulled me against his lips. I felt myself relax completely. I melted into him, as if we were destined to be one, not just in this lifetime, but in all the lifetimes I’d experienced. Our souls are meant for each other, one and the same, a twin flame, only moments from being extinguished without the other. With every second, every movement, the blaze burned brighter still.

I felt his tongue against my lips, teasing, asking permission, which I graciously granted. His hands moved over me like they’d been starved of touch. All of which made sense. Four years had passed since Jake had connected with anyone, even his sisters. He’d become someone who enjoyed solitude, thrived on it, but not anymore. He’d surrendered himself to me, and I him. I couldn’t imagine anything more thrilling. I was captivated by his touch.

Panting, we pulled apart, eyes closed, holding each other, foreheads pressed together. I smiled to myself, wondering how I’d let myself fall so deeply in love with this stranger, without even knowing his face. He’d not disappointed me, but I had a feeling that no matter what he’d looked like, I couldn’t deny him. He was perfect in many ways. Smart, funny, creative, understanding, loyal, and he loved me.

“So, about that shower…” He chuckled.

I slapped his arm, moving to stand, “I know you’re not being a pervert right now.”

He shook his head, “No, but now that you’ve said it…”

“Damn. You’re right.” I winked at him.

“I don’t see the issue.” He smirked.

“I need to focus on getting myself together. I need a moment anyhow.”

“Very well. I’ll see you when you get out.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I backed my way down the hall, terrified that if I took my eyes off him, he’d disappear. I slipped into the bathroom, closed the door, and pressed my forehead against it. I touched my lips, wondering how someone can be so perfect. For the first time in weeks, I remembered why I’d been so invested in saving Hannah. It was, and always had been, because I didn’t want to disappoint Jake. Yet here I was, falling apart, and he’d seen everything.

Will I ever get used to dating a hacker?

CONTINUE TO PART FOUR