#to say nothing of the shirt!! aaaaaaaaaa

[eggchjf]

me creating Hunger Games Simulators ft. all my blorbos from my shows, games, etc.

[corrodedcoughin]

Just a little thing bc I'm craving fluff

Once he and Eddie have been dating for a little while, slowly settling into something comfortable Steve gets really touchy. That sweet, romantic, intimacy. That sweet boyfriend shit. They're lowering their walls and getting more vulnerable with each other. Slowly but surely, and this is the start.

Little, simple things like gently resting their hands together when they drive. Steve in the Beemer, Eddie in the passenger seat. The pair twining and untwining their fingers together as Steve drives. Steve dropping Eddie's hand to change gears and then picking up Eddie's hand again. Bringing their entwined hands up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on the back of Eddie's hand just to watch Eddie beam.

In the early morning they'll have coffee together at the trailers small dining table. Sun streaming through the windows, dust dancing in in streams of light. Still in their boxers and sleep shirts, Steve in bare feet and Eddie with odd socks. And Steve will rest his hand on Eddie's thigh, warm and heavy and comforting. It's nice. Having a physical reminder that the other is there, and alive, and warm, and safe. Eddie feels his heart clench when Steve gets comfortable enough that he doesn't move his hand when Wayne gets home from the night shift.

They're standing in the Backlot behind Family Video, sharing a cigarette on Steve's break. Leaning against the wall, Steve still in his work vest, slowly smoking. Eddie's dressed in his usual ripped jeans and a worn Metallica shirt, doing nothing with his day except vising Steve. So he grabs his cigarettes and loiters with Steve. Eddie lights one up, takes a puff and then holds it out for Steve to take. And instead of grabbing it with his fingers, Steve simply leans forward and puts his mouth around it, cigarette still in Eddie's hands. His lips gently kissing Eddie's fingers as he takes his own puff.

Steve and Eddie have gone round to Robin's for a sleepover on one night when her parents aren't home. They're all standing in the kitchen together while she makes them all Kraft Mac n cheese. Eddie and Steve standing together leaning against the bench, and Steve has one hand resting in Eddie's back pocket. And it's nice, being touched and touching like that with no expectations.

They're having a movie night in the Harrington house, just the two of them lounging on the plush couch. They're not cuddled up together, not yet, and Steve has his arm thrown over the back of the couch. He'd look the picture of the classic macho jock if Steve wasn't wearing a soft cozy looking sweater with his hand gently resting at the back of Eddie's neck. Fingers gently running through his curls and thumbs running circles on his skin.

I just aaa!!!!! I want soft boyfriends with soft gentle touches because they both deserve love and soft things and romance and aaaaaaaaaa

‘Aaaaa’ is RIGHT!!!

I want ALL of this for them!!! Idk the image of them sitting close but not ontop each other and not bothering to move when Wayne comes home absolutely breaks me. Wayne walking past them to get to the kitchen, ruffling Eddie’s hair and squeezing Steve’s shoulder. Letting them both know that he’s happy they are here without having to say anything. Leaving all three of them smiling to themselves at the thought of the family they made for themselves.

Eddie and Steve over at robins, Robin sitting on the kitchen counter as she waits for water to boil and food to cook. Talking to Steve who is absently playing with Eddie’s leg hair on his calves as his feet are propped on Steve’s lap, they are sitting at the kitchen table and eddie is painting his nails over the newspaper Robin spread out to avoid mess.

It’s comfy but electrifying knowing that they love each other so much and in such an easy way. Yes there was in and fear at the start but everything has been aired out in the open now. They know exactly how gone for each other they are. Sure they still have stupid arguments but even when neither of them are willing to back down the love is still there.

They share that last cigarette outside family video, Eddie still feeling the press of Steve’s lips on his fingers. Kisses his own fingers tips and taps them to Steve’s cheek before Steve head back inside with a bashful smile. Eddie flicks the filter away and grinds it under his heal. Stretches up high and thinks about how he’s going to need to buy a new pack for his next visit.

[nostxlgia18]

15. Big sister

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"Your Pregnant"

You couldn't get your eyes of that text, this was so overwhelming

'I can totally hear Gigi say "told ya" ' you thought to yourself grinning

Well it's time to surprise everyone

You searched up different ways to announce your second pregnancy

'Oh wait Charlotte's bday is in 2 weeks maybe Char can herself tell everyone, wait this is perfect. I'll go get her a customized t-shirt which says it all'

You figured out a way to tell everyone and first thing you did was message a friends to make you a customized t-shirt for a 3 year old that says "I'm going to be a big sister"

2 weeks later

'Well my baby girl is 3 today, its been three years since this ray of sunshine got to your and Henry's life' you thought to yourself while getting ready for the party

Someone encircling their arms around your waist brought you out of your thoughts, you looked up to see Henry staring at you through the mirror

"Whats up?" You asked him while wearing your earing

"Aah nothing I'm just staring at my perfect wife" Henry answered while training open mouth kisses to your neck line

You suppressed a moan as he bit on your sweet spot

"Stop it, we will be late at a party in our house itself" you wiggled out of his arms

Henry groaned at your gesture

"Come on, she has been excited for a week now for this day" you said while getting to your bedroom door

Before you could open the door, Henry held your wrist and pulled you back to his chest

"Woah" you exclaimed while settling your hands on his chest

"Thank you so much for bringing her to our lives 3 years ago" Henry confessed gazing into your eyes

"Thank YOU for you know spilling it in" you bit your lower lip to avoid laughing from your reference

Henry growled at your comment

"Stop it okay, or it won't take much time for me ripping you out of that dress and spilling it in making an other baby" saying this Henry put his face in the crook of your neck

You got nervous at his statement wondering how he will react to your surprise

"Mamma, Papa! Come on let's go my friends are here already" you heard Charlotte knock the bedroom door

You chuckled and broke the hug and opened the door

Charlotte got in quick, held her father's hand and dragged him out of the room

"Jeez your strong pumpkin" you heard Henry say and couldn't help but laugh and wonder what their reaction will be

𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗳𝘁 : ayeee I'm so happy for you!! ♥️

𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗻𝘁 : congratulations ���� & Happy birthday Charlotte 🎂

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝟮𝟬 : Aaaaaaaaaa ❤❤❤

𝗴𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗱 : Char's best birthday gift!! 💚

𝗴𝗮𝗹_𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘁 : 💞💞💞💞

𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗿𝘆𝗰𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹 : ❤

𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆_𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 : congratulations @ava.carter @henrycavill 🌻

𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼𝗳𝗴𝘆𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀 : 🤩🤩🤩

𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘀 : L O V E

𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗸 : can't wait to meet Baby 2 😘

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Angus figures everything out and fucks up Lucretia’s whole Thing AU

Lucretia hires angus, innoculates him, and is like this is the deal with those missing people cases you were investigating

Angus says oh okay! This totally and completely satiases my curiosity :)

Internally angus says this is sus as hell

So he does what he does best, he snoops

So angus is snooping and somehow, cause he's a little crime boy who can sneak around real good, he finds the starblaster

He's like what the fuck is this

He gets in, and it's.....odd. he doesnt linger in any one room too long, he just kind of pokes his head into the bedrooms and moves on (he figures he shouldnt stay here too long, lest he get caught)

But the most peculiar thing is how lived in this place looks. There's mismatched furniture with throw pillows and blankets in the common area, a chore chart on the fridge, the bedrooms are all cluttered with knick knacks and clothes, beds unmade, theres a lab with papers scattered around tables and taped to the wall

But one room catches his attention

It's... fairly simple, and emptier than the others. Bookshelf with some books missing, a bare desk, but what catches his attention is the pile of red on the bed

He goes to investigate and finds robes and jackets, all with an odd patch and names embroidered on them

He finds, in this order:

A robe with "lucretia" embroidered on it

A jacket and robe, together as if someone had been wearing them at the same time, with "lup" and "taako"

A jacket with "davenport"

A robe with "merle"

A jacket with "magnus"

(there’s no barry robe cause he fell off the ship with it, these are the robes/jackets lucretia took off of the crew members as she sent them off to their new lives)

Now. This is after crystal kingdom and angus was at the candlenights party. He knows the director's name is lucretia

He knows who Davenport is

He knows who taako, magnus, and merle are

This is pre-LUP incident, so he doesnt know who lup is

Angus, appropriately freaked out, puts them all back and BOLTS

Angus vacates the premises

Runs back to his room

He tries to figure out what this all means, but his thoughts dodge around the obvious conclusion that's right in front of him

Hes too nervous to go back, it's not until the L U P incident that he decides okay. I have to go back

So he goes back. He goes into the room labeled Captain's Quarters (although "captain" has been scratched out and changed to "cap'nport". Angus doesnt think too hard about what that means)

In the desk he finds some folders with the same weird logo as the robes and jackets. He doesnt look in them. Not yet. He can do that back in his room. He cant spend too much time here.

Then he goes to the lab. He doesnt know what hes looking for, but he grabs ones that seem important. A notebook or two. Some papers clipped together. He just grabs and shoves them into his bag and he fuckin bolts again

he looks at what he grabbed and some of it he can read, some of it he can't

They lived in that ship. They were going on a mission for something. They made the grand relics to stop something. Theres a lot of notes on the planes.

Angus recognizes the way some stuff is redacted, and he kind of figures out that there must be another voidfish. And if the directors name was on one of those robes, maybe she has it.

Refuge mission comes and goes

Angus, cause he's so fucking good, is able to sneak back into lucretias personal quarters and finds junior. He fills a water bottle with the ichor and gets the fuck outta there

He gets back to his room, innoculates himself and is like AAAAAAAAAA

Cause he can finally put it all together properly

And he basically pieces together the whole hunger situation himself with the notes he grabbed

The stuff he grabbed from davenports room was the crew's like profiles or whatever from when they got hired on to the mission so angus now knows who lup is

So angus is like oh i GOTTA fix this

So he heads down to the reclaimers dorm with his bottle of ichor

Angus: i need you to drink this Merle: what is it? Angus: voidfish ichor Taako: *laughs* hate to break it to you kid, we already drank the voidfish juice. Angus: just- please? Magnus: yeah alright

So magnus drinks it. His breath catches and he kinda goes weak and he's shaking and he drops to his knees. After a minute or two (or more) he looks up at angus. "Holy shit," he says. He grabs the bottle from where he dropped it and holds it out to taako and merle. "Drink it." He says.

"Yeah alright," merle says. Same deal as with magnus.

Once merle collects himself, they both turn to taako.

"Yeah, alright. Sure. Let's get taako in on this weird party," he says, taking the bottle and drinking

This time, magnus is ready and he catches taako when his knees give out

"Im gonna fucking kill her," taako mumbles into magnus' shoulder, his knuckles white as he grips his shirt.

"You're not gonna kill her."

"Im gonna fucking hit her so HARD, i swear to god."

Taako keeps his face in magnus' shoulder, but magnus and merle watch as angus crosses the room to where taako had left the umbrastaff, and he walks back over to magnus and taako on the floor

"Sir?" Taako looks up at angus. Angus holds the umbrella out, "i think i know where your sister is."

(Lup, meanwhile, in the staff: HEEEEELLLLL YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH)

It takes taako a second, but he realizes what angus is saying and scrambles out of magnus' hold and to his feet. He takes the umbrella and lifts it, about to snap it when angus says, "wait!"

Taako glares at him. "Ive waited ten years, kid. Make it snappy." "Madame director had a holy symbol in her office. I think it would ward against your sister, if shes a lich." "Uuugggggghhhhhhhhh LUCRETIAAAAAA"

The four of them go down planetside under the guise of a magic lesson and not wanting to burn any more "cryptic messages" into the walls

Taako snaps that fuckin umbrella as soon as his feet hit solid ground

Lup's back!

Lup does some magic shit to summon barry, so barold shows up, happy reunion, and then a Discussion on what to do re: davenport not being innoculated and re: lucretia

Their plan boils down to this: thb and angus will go back to the moon and act as if this never happened. As far as lucretia knows, thb are still under junior's influence

As soon as they can get davenport alone without rousing any suspicion, they bring him to their room and innoculate him. Once he's got his memories back, he'll be powerful enough to a) get his bracer off/disable the tracking spell in it and b) get off the base undetected

Davenport will definitely not want to go back to playing butler, so he'll sneak off the base and hang out with lup and barry until lucretia sends the boys to wonderland

When the boys get sent to wonderland, theyll meet up, get the bell all together, and THEN confront lucretia, cause at that point theyll have the whole light, and they'll have Options

So they do just that. They go back and innoculate davenport a few days later, a week at most

A panic ensues once everyone realizes davenport is missing

AND the tracking in his bracer is turning up nothing

Lucretia's blood pressure has never been higher

But everything goes as business per usual

Lucretia, oddly enough, suspects nothing re: the boys ‘cause surely they wouldve confronted her if they remembered

The boys get sent down to wonderland. They meet up with blupjeans and dav at the entrance. With the six of them with all their memories and full access to their skills they take edward and lydia down in like 30 minutes. Tops.

So edward and lydia get their asses thoroughly handed to them by the six of them

(Davenport has the time of his LIFE)

They head back to the lich cave, barry gets in his new body and gets innoculated (the boys brought some ichor with them for him)

Lup possesses barry, then barry-with-lup and dav get in the pocket spa and back up to the moon they go

Lucretia is in her office when avi comes knocking "Uh... director? The boys are coming back." "Already?" "Yeah." "Are you sure it's them?" "Yep."

Lucretia is.... stunned. It's been... an hour and a half. Two, maybe. She has full faith in the boys but they took down wonderland in two hours?????

Not even two hours

She goes to meet them, highly suspicious

But they arrive and, sure enough, it's them. No magic. No tricks. It's them, for sure.

taako has the bell and hes just holding it casually from the top as if it isnt one of the most powerful magic items in existence. And she can tell he isnt thralled, that's just how hes decided to transport it.

Lucretia: ive got to admit, you boys took care of that...much faster than i expected Magnus: ah, it was no big Merle: piece of cake! Taako: yeah, luce, shit was easy. Dunno what you were talkin' about earlier.

And lucretia just freezes. Luce. Thats what taako called her. It’s what they all called her, really, but it’s the nickname Taako took 4 whole cycles to give to her, officially cracking the door of friendship open to her. And she looks him in the eyes and she knows that he knows. And she looks at merle and magnus and she can tell they know, too.

And taako gives her a venomous smile, all teeth, and says, "why dont we go have a little chat, madame director" and she flinches at the way he spits out her title

She doesnt know what to do but nod and turn to leave. As she turns, there's angus, looking up at her with a determined set to his brow, and she knows he knows too

They head back to her office, and taako pulls the pocket spa out, and before lucretia can ask him what hes doing, out walks barry and davenport. And barrys eyes have got that red glow about them, so she knows lup's here too.

"Take down the lich ward, lucretia," barry says.

She does, and now there's a firey, red robed lich among them.

Now this is where things get a little iffy for how they work out but here's what i got

They have a similar confrontation as canon where theyre bickering about staying or going, shield or no shield, and im thinking this is where taako has his "there's a third option" realization

And, because they did extreme wonderland speedrun, and they didnt take a whole extra day to travel to the lich cave and just used fuckin magic to get there, theyre a whole day ahead of where they were in canon

The hunger is close enough at this point tho that they can enact the plan like. Now.

But magnus insists on returning Fisher's baby to them first

As magnus takes junior, lucretia works on getting the base secured and getting the bureau members ready for if the hunger touches down before they can cut it off

Magnus goes down to fisher with the baby, he takes his axe and swings, breaking the tank open

Johann, still alive and now soaking wet, is like dude wtf

Magnus returns the baby and out goes the story and song

Now johann is REALLY like DUDE WTF

Magnus is like im off to save the universe. Peace.

So since theyre a whole day ahead of the hunger, all seven of them go up in the ship

And then they fight and they win and they cut the hunger off and it's rad

The end

[nowoyas]

Bread and Brownies

Requester: @birds-have-teeth​

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, love! I had a bit of fun with this one <3 I’m sorry it’s so short though aaaaaaaaaa I tried to find anywhere I could add more and I thought it would actually suffer if I tried to add more than this fic needed and I ;-; I’m sorry I love u

Warnings: some eggs were harmed in the making of this fic, some suggestive text but nothing spicier than pepper

Word Count: 1600+

~

"I think you look better like this, I dunno."

Izuku lets out an indignant gasp at the accusation. "And here you were saying I looked perfect before."

You giggle, turning back to the recipe with an eye roll. "Well, yes, but I hadn't seen you in an apron before." You toss your head over your shoulder, winking. "It's a good look for you, hon."

The apron in question is simple, understated. The main part of it is a smooth forest green that matches Izuku's hair, with black straps wrapping around his waist and shoulders and a baby blue pocket over his chest. It's a classic—in looping cursive on his chest reads "kiss the cook", but what makes it so perfect, however, is the smallest personal touch—the shoulder strap is held on by two white clasps in the shape of rabbit heads. The touch is subtle, but you can't help but mentally squeal at how cute he looks.

"Well, maybe I should wear it more often, then," he teases. "Oh, please." You pop up on your tip-toes, kissing him on the nose before shoving a bowl into his arms. "Less flirting, more mixing. You're the big, strong man, mix this up for me while I get out the other ingredients."

"Are we seriously making box mix brownies for your work party?" he asks with a roll of his eyes as he begins mixing the batter.

You snort. "No, the box mix is just the first step. The brownies aren't the show-stopper here, it's what we're putting on them."

"I still can't believe that you tricked us for years into thinking your godlike brownies are just Godiva brand, box mix brownies," Izuku says dramatically, lazily moving the spoon about the bowl.

"They're good, idiot. And the brownies are just an avenue for the good part, which is made from scratch."

"Box mix. My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend makes box mix brownies."

"Izuku, I will literally give you the softest hair known to man if you don't shut up about my family brownie recipe," you tease.

"First I'm not already perfect, and now you're telling me all those compliments on how soft my hair was were lies? Et tu, [name]?" His eyes are covered by his arm as he drapes it over his forehead dramatically.

You raise a single egg in your hand threateningly. "One more word and I crack it on your head."

He's silent for a long moment, meeting your playful glare with his own challenging glint. "How long am I supposed to mix this for?"

"Combined, but not smooth. We love the lumps in this house." You relax your posture a bit, setting the eggs back in their bowl and going back to collecting ingredients for the other things you've planned to bake today.

"Got it. How's this?" He tilts the bowl towards you, crossing your kitchen to lift the spoon out of the batter and show its consistency. You're satisfied with the consistency, but just in case, dip a finger in to taste. The minute your finger's in your mouth and you've nodded your approval, he slowly sets the bowl and spoon on the counter. "...also, you can try to crack an egg in my hair, but that's assuming you can reach it, box mix."

You squawk, reaching for an egg and scrambling after him as he bolts. "Izuku! That's it, get back here! I'll climb you like a tree if I have to!"

Laughter rings through the apartment as you chase Izuku, wielding an egg threateningly in one hand.

"No, no!" he calls over his shoulder. "I give, I give! Just spare me from your eggs-ecution, angel!"

You freeze, nearly dropping your weapon as you try hard not to double over in laughter. "I can be persuaded to let you off, this time, for a fee."

"What fee could I possibly pay in exchange for my life?"

You hum, eyeing him mischievously. "I think you know what I take as bribes by now." You carefully slip the egg into your apron pocket to put away later.

"Remind me?" he says innocently. You roll your eyes and tug him towards you, sealing your lips over his in a sweet, slow kiss. There's a suspicious hint of brownie batter on his lips, and when you pull back, you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Have you been stealing batter when I wasn't looking, mister?"

He grins innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I'm sure you don't. Such an upstanding hero would never lie to me or steal brownie batter." You smile and turn away to go pour the batter into the pan. 

Izuku joins you not long after, wrapping both arms around you from behind and snuggling his face into the back of your neck. "I'm so glad you trust me, sweetheart."

"Yes, yes, I'm very loving and trusting," you tease. "Let me go so I can put this in the oven, dork."

"Nooo," he whines. "You're so huggable. Don't wanna let go."

"Oh my god, you are the worst baking partner. I'm never asking you to join a baking marathon with me again."

"But [naaaaaame]~" he whines into your ear before letting you go. "I love youuuuu." God, you can hear the pout in his voice. 

"I love you too." You roll your eyes with a goofy smile before leaning down to slide the brownie pan in. "Come on, I promised you I'd teach you to make my favorite bread, and if you behave, we can get the first proof started before the brownies are out. Can you set the timer for me, baby? Fifteen minutes."

He nods, determination flashing in his eyes. "We're gonna work together so well you'll have to ask me for help next time." 

You giggle. "Alright, alright, I get it. Let me know when the timer's set."

Izuku salutes you with a grin before dutifully setting about his assigned tasks. The rest of the baking goes as smoothly as it can–amid soft laughter, teasing jokes, and the occasional errant smear of flour, both the brownies and the bread are the best you've ever made them.

~

Bonus:

Later, when the smell of bread wafts through your apartment and the brownies are somehow successfully iced and cooling (despite your goofball's best efforts), you come up behind Izuku, wrapping one arm around him in a soft hug. "Thank you for helping me bake today, Izu."

If a man could purr, he would be. You press a gentle kiss to his back, giggling when you can feel the vibrations as he speaks. "Thanks for teaching me how to make your signature recipes."

Your eyes lock on their target as he speaks, readying yourself as your hand slowly inches toward its goal. "Mhmm. You'll never use the knowledge against me, right baby?"

He chuckles, wriggling around to turn in your arms. You panic, but it's far too late to abort the mission—you pop up on your tip-toes and pull him into a kiss before he can see what you were about to do. He smiles into the kiss, hands landing on your waist and pulling you closer. You peek one eye open to aim for the prize, and finally, finally, it cracks.

Izuku yelps when the first feeling of cold and wet seeps through his hair, yanking himself back in surprise. "Did you actually—[name]!"

In your heart of hearts, you know you should run while you can. Izuku's fast even without his quirk, but if you're quick and act while he's still processing, you can get away. So you bolt, expertly maneuvering your way around your furniture, and you're about to make it into the bathroom to hide when your feet go out from under you and you shriek as Izuku lifts you off your feet effortlessly. 

"You are gonna pay for that," he growls playfully, carrying you into the bathroom and kicking the door shut behind him. He tilts his head forward, and you whine as the egg you'd cracked onto his head slides off and plops onto yours, the yolk breaking from the force of the landing.

"Zukuuuuu," you whine, writhing in his arms as the egg seeps into your hair. "whyyyyyyy?"

He giggles, carefully setting you down. "Now you have to join me in getting cleaned up."

"I would've joined you anyway, jerk!" You roll your eyes as you untie your apron, desperate to get out of your clothes before you have to wash egg out of them. 

"I couldn't take that chance." He looks so damn smug, and god, you'd love to wipe that grin off his face, but you're more worried about stripping at present.

"Hate you," you grumble as you yank your shirt off. You yelp when arms circle your waist from behind, tugging you close as a warm kiss is placed on an egg-free section of your head.

"Love you too, my sweet little box mix."

The moment is sweet for about two seconds. Pretty much up until the moment a drop of egg white drips down onto your now-bare chest, eliciting a shriek at the cold, gross sensation.

"Okay, okay, moment over," you complain, forcing yourself out of your boyfriend's vice grip. "You can be cute when we're in the shower, egghead."

"Mhmm, and you can apologize for cracking an egg in my hair while we're there," he replies, raising a daring eyebrow at you before he strips down, himself. 

You climb in the shower after him, and true to both of your words, he is cute while you're working the egg out of his hair, and you do, in fact, apologize. Whether or not that apology is, how one might say, proper, well, it's one that Izuku accepts wholeheartedly, and isn't that what really matters, in the end?

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[depeche-inof]

Torchwood: Outbreak - First Listen Stage 2 - Prodromal - Love

What???

Homicidal maniac???

My brain is confusion

Jack’s hallucinating?

“Hey, men! I need to see what I’m dealing with here, take your shirts off.” 

Wtf is going on 

THEME MUSIC  this shit slaps 

“Kill me now, I mean don’t” phat mood

Ripped his own tongue out???

Who tf is itching

AAAAAAAAAA

Fuck

Don’t like the scratching

Andy said being shot won’t stop me bitch

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

She’s cutting herself open

OH FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK

Quarantine time!

Oh damn

OH FUCK THEY SHOOTIN

Rhys don’t you dare go into Cardiff

Rhys said idc bout ring of fucking steel, my wife is in there

Oh fuck oh fuck

Ianto don’t you go near him

“Listen to me, I need you”

“How you doing, treacle?”

Where tf are we and what is going on

Is this that Norton fellow everyone was talking about?

GRAPES

“You set me on fire, now you’re bringing me fruit.”

NO IANTO DON’T YOU DARE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Healing spray

I am v confused but damn

“Pretty boy.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

My brain is saying confusion

Oh damn this is sad

“Hugo, wife, 3 kids, great ass.”

“Yeah, about the locks, I’m determined.”

“Torchwood: touching stuff we shouldn’t since 1879.”

“And look at you, Ianto Jones. Still here.” “For as long as you need me.”

I thought that was going to be a love confession 

“For once in my life, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I’m actually listening to you.”

“No Ianto! I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I need you, I love you!” “Don’t, it’s just the virus talking.” STOP RIGHT NOW! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE OKAY AFTER THAT! STOP! I CAN’T FUCKING. I can’t cope i am screaming i just i am huperventilaiting i am FEEELIGNNNGGGG  aaAAAAAAaAAA STOP WHY IANTO JACK REALLY DOES LOVE YOU I PROMISE

Rhys stirring up shit oof

Oh, Ianto.

PRETTY BOY

Time projection………

F O O T S T E P S

OH FUCK

He love Ianto a lot

Is Norton flirting with Ianto?

ANDY

ANDY, who has been shot

“I’ve just been shot, that’s all.” ah yeah nothing much

“The great big immortal show off.”

SEXY BAD BOY

“And what gives you the right to decide who lives or dies?”  M O R A L S

I kind of like this Norton guy but I don’t know if I trust you

Dark!ianto

He is good 

“You know, you can be quite butch when you try.”  Norton can SENSE THE GAY

“Our city’s under attack and I’m stuck in here with a homicidal maniac and a camp ghost, hate it when that happens.” 

Did he just spill his drink?

“Well, you know what it’s like round here, things have a habit of not staying dead.” you can say that again

AH FUCK JACK SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME, I WAS FIDDLING WITH A KEYCHAIN AND I THREW IT

~~~BBQ BREAK~~~

Okay i’m back and i have a lil chocolate guzillionaire cheesecake thing

JANET

“Ianto Jones: the man who can love monsters.” OH DAMN

“Shut up!” boyfriends who speak in sync together stay together

“I love you, Ianto Jones.” YOU DO, YOU FUCKING DO

“Shall I just leave the two of you to kiss each other? Or kill each other?”

I thought he was gonna say cock

But you’re not just friends are you, dumbos

M U R D E R O U S  R  A G E

“You look like the sort who could get handy with a bonesaw.” 

Love Jack paying attention to Ianto but not like this

“He always cheats.”

NORTON YOU BITCH

“Look into my eyes, say my name, and beg.” that sounds creepy as fuck but also sounds like they’re gonna fuck i-

“Jack, please don’t hurt me, please. I love you. Please, I can’t imagine my life without you and I know you can’t imagine yours without me either.” STOP IM GONNA CRY, actually don’t stop coz this is a love confession AAAAAAAAAAAA

IANTO’S THEME

snogging noises “Oh, don’t mind me. Just keep snogging straight through me.”  these bitches

“Ianto and Jack, sitting in a tree, K-I-L-L-I-N-G.” I LOVE THIS BASTARD

“Revolver in your pocket, and you weren’t pleased to see me.”

NORTON YOU SHADY BITCH

IANTO HIDE IN THE ARCHIVES

“OH YES I BLOODY DO.”

“Torchwood’s plans, well, they do have a tendency to NYEEEHHHHHHH PFT.” 

AWHHH IANTO

“We both like bad boys.” I NEARLY SPAT MY CHEESECAKE

WHAT IS THE ONE THING HE SHE KNOW

“The man you love.” DAMN RIGHT HE LOVES HIM

Norton’s got a fucking point

“More balls than Hitler.”

YES IANTO DOES REALLY CARE ABOUT JACK

“The silly booby.” I CAN’T BREATHE HAUIDGSYAIDGVUSADIJK

NORTON YOU TWAT

Boyfriends do be fighting

I’m imagining Norton sat one leg over the other on the desk with his hands poised on his knees

Choking kink?

“I wish I’d brought an apple.” THIS BITCH

Oh fuck

OH FUCK NORTON GONE

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.” I’m gonna cry 

They’re so in love with each other i can’t cope

Oh fuck he dead

WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK FUCK

“Just out for a lovely stroll, while everything goes to hell.” phat mood

Ah fuck they got Jack

OH DAMN RHYS

Oh no Gwen

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 22

IN THIS EPISODE OF SURPRISINGLY TENDER TENDERNESS:

It had her soul by a hook, a barbed arrow digging into her flesh, gouging her bloody the more she tried to escape it.

JUST KIDDING

okay i’m just gonna HOP RIGHT IN if u dont mind me cause we in it now and i DON’T have time to catch you all up go read the fic!!!!!!!!!!!! DONT ASK ME SHIT

A direct line suited her better. From up here, with only the rain between her and the sky, the path ahead was so clear. The tether was a straight line.

a gaydar so refined it comes with its own overlay. sweet.

the planet below her resisted, no matter how she insisted

even when she persisted? 

She pushed, and the force released like a broken dam, propelling her body away from the unyielding world beneath it—she leapt, high into the air, and it was like flying. With huge bursts of Aura, she cushioned her falls and leapt again, from rooftop to rooftop, making a straight line across the city.

can u imagine yr in umbraroot having a grand old time minding yr own business and then u see Very Famous Tenured Professor of Beacon Academy, Glynda Goodwitch, pinging herself across the sky? nobody would believe u. do u think it’d b on the news.

The rain fell hard. It was pitch dark. Glynda had the phantom of a scent: like the last breath of a campfire before it died, like a kinder version of the acrid stench of Grimm, Cinder’s trail was clear as day to her. She was getting close; she could sense it, like blood on the wind.

ISNT THIS NOSTALGIC,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, wow. its like glynda’s abt to ruin vale’s infrastructure all over again,

If Cinder was in a fight, this rain would muzzle her. Glynda remembered it vividly: how frustration tainted Cinder’s face in Forever Fall, how her fire sputtered and died. Even Cinder would lose her edge here, in this cold downpour. If she was in trouble—if she—

remember when glynda realised this for the first time and was like ‘hoho’ only now its made a thousand times worse because u have a crush emotions r hell and yr in the soup now!!!!!!!!!!! YR IN THE SOUP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She almost ran right past Cinder—might have missed her entirely, if not for the painful yank at her own soul.

did cinder just hit the ground like a wet grape

“Don’t touch me!” Cinder’s voice was raw. She snarled the words out like a cornered animal and lashed out with one arm, hitting Glynda’s hand away. The other arm was limp, still tucked to her chest.

BE GENTLE WITH KITTY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, lure her ass out w/ some shrimp on a string,

She shook like a frightened fawn under Glynda’s touch, ratchet tense and wholly spent of strength.

i cannot even describe how many of these scenes i am seeing so vividly in my head and my GOD do i wish i were better at sequential art cause i want to draw them ALL........................ I WANNA DRAW OUT THIS WHOLE THING!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

god i cant like. TALK ABT THIS SCENE WITHOUT COPY-PASTING THE ENTIRE THING BUT AAAAAAAAAA god. GOD. i just. phew. PHEW. its REAL TENDER. GLYNDA PICKING CINDER UP LIKE A LIL GRAPE AND wait diesel is this the thing you drew art of. diesel. diesel look at me is this that art--

Her fingers bunched in Glynda’s shirt. They were drenched and cold and Glynda hurt so much inside for her—whatever had happened to Cinder this night had destroyed her, that much was clear.

/sips drink see if i were an asshole id say hoohoo the karma but as i am not i say only this: babey 😔

If they recognized her name, they were determined to act normally when arranging the room she asked for.

“hey didn’t we just see her ping across the city a couple of hours ago--” “greg don’t even ask”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Cinder mumbled. “Leave me.”

“I won’t.”

ough,,,, directly in the kokoro i see

The shower was a collaborative effort; Glynda inspected for injuries while Cinder sat in the tub, warm water pelting down on them both.

other slowburns when they share a shower: hoohoo,,,,,,,, the tension,,,,,,,,, the s k i n offal hunt: what if you got in the shower with yr ex-enemy,,,,,,,,,, to inspect her wounds,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and you were both girls 😳

Glynda gently roused her own, pressing a tender flow of it through her palms, offering it to Cinder.

Cinder’s Aura was hollow and hungry. Her soul lapped up everything it was offered. Cinder leaned back slightly, like that would help the boost go through faster; or maybe like all she wanted was a kind touch. She didn’t look back. Slowly, the various cuts and scrapes that littered her body erased themselves.

i am loving this mirroring which you probably already guessed but im like wriggling in my chair abt it all,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THIS GAY SHIT. FUCK YEA. FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA

She turned off the shower and stepped out, gathering up the biggest towels she had found, bundling Cinder up in one and fluffing her hair again. This time the white towel came away clean. Cinder peered out owlishly, her face a far healthier color despite the purple bruising that remained around her eyes, telling plainly of her weariness.

OKAY straight up that description is so cute i physically clapped a hand to my mouth and went ‘AWUGH’ because BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B A B Y

There was a gulf between them in the hotel bed.

It wasn’t at all like their nights at Cinder’s house. This was closed off. Distant. A thousand questions and answers hung unspoken in the air, heavy like the rain clouds themselves. The two of them were warm and dry, but not much else. There was little comfort to speak of.

see the real slowburn experience is having progress and losing that shit again. we take one step forwards and two back. u get the HIGH and then u get the real low but rn i hope cinders round face smiles once again. nobody who looks that baby like should ever b so sad and thats a fact 😔

Cinder, in her sleep, started crying again. It came and went in disconnected pieces, until she finally cried herself awake, startling out of her dreams.

i sent this crying cat in response to the update announcement but i never knew how real it was until now

again there’s a whole ass section where i cant pick one bit cause its ALL good but GOD this fucking. whole silent conversation theyre having. OUGH. THE SOULMATES.

When Cinder didn’t answer the question, Glynda held one arm out, lifting the blankets between them. “Cinder.”

Glynda didn’t know which surprised her more: that she had offered, or that Cinder accepted.

OH???????????

She settled quietly, face pressed into Glynda’s collarbone, her breath flitting warm over scar-marked skin. Glynda’s arm, curled around her back, weighed her down. Cinder did not hold on to her in return. She was folded up around herself, fitting into the space Glynda had made for her, taking to warmth and shelter like an abandoned child.

OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;w; 

also whuh-oh:

The fear was eating her alive, and bit by bit, her skin seemed to unravel, every layer of her body sloughing off into just meat, rent through by that light—it felt like teeth, like destruction, like being twisted apart in some giant’s hands like an insect having its wings pulled out. It held fury like she had never felt. She quailed before it, and it bared its teeth, black tar and grave-rot spilling from between yellowed fangs.

Glynda tried to close her eyes, to look away, to run away, but it seized her like a bear trap sinking its jagged teeth into the wrong prey, snapping a much more fragile deer bone with ease. It sieved her being out from between her ribs, drinking only the cacophony of her soul, lapping up every part of her inheritance—all the while she was fighting, struggling helplessly in its grasp, her mind mere shatterings of bright-red pain, with only slivers of meat and fragments of bone remaining of her body—torn apart by lances of sunlight, burning like fire, a dawn that came with the sound of a scream.

firstly: 👈😎👈

secondly: do i gotta say how i love how visceral this fic is? i say it like in every liveblog. BUT IM SAYING IT AGAIN FOR GOOD MEASURE. IM SAYING IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was coming. It would destroy her. With ease, with relish, it would tear her still beating heart from her chest and discard it, offal from the slaughter—and then it would dig deeper still, to draw out of her that very engine that kept her moving.

is this the closest we’ve gotten to an almost title namedrop?

Glynda stared through the darkness, seeing nothing, but knowing without a doubt that her gaze pointed north like a compass.

HRM............................................. I N 👈 T E R 😎 E S T I 👈 N G

THATS CHAPTER 22 BABEY. it was VERY good. i mean rip cinder’s whole ass but i do love her. i love this evil baby. i also love glynda picking her up with all the effort of picking up a bag of crisps,

[lokidiabolus]

Actors

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Pairing: Newtmas

(Jonipony:  So this idea just came to me out of thin air, Thomas and Newt are actors who don't get along well together, but they have to do a love scene together for their characters and end up falling in love in real life. I was thinking maybe they forced themselves to spend time together in order to make their character's relationship seem more real and once they fall for the other person they can't tell if it's real or just their characters. And of course you can put your own twist or interpretation on it, you don't have to do just that. I think it could work for a longer fic or just a one shot depending on how you want to do it. Thank you so much for considering it!

Holy shit, I'm so sorry it took foreverrrr. I started writing it, then suddenly didn't know HOW to approach it, so I scrapped it, started again, scrapped it, wrote first 10 pages and stopped. Then returned to it after several months, wrote another set of pages, stopped. And now I FINALLY finished it, aaaaaaaaaa. Seriously, sorry it took ages lmao. Not even sure if it's what you've wanted, they seriously started to live their own life in there :'D)

Ao3 Version.

Maybe it would do you good if you spent a little more time together, off set.

In retrospect Thomas should have known it meant bad business, because as much as he liked his job and the series he was in, spending more time with Newt out of all people was not the best idea. Not that he could do anything about it – their producer and writer Jorge simply decided their characters needed to become less flat and also had the guts to say he was planning it all along, because representation. So Thomas’ until then completely straight character Stephen who liked parkour and Chinese food became miraculously captivated by a scientist Isaac, even though up until then they didn’t really have much screen time together.

When the morning read-through of the new episode revealed Jorge’s masterplan, Thomas didn’t know what to say or how to act. Him and Newt – they were like water and fire, and even though they didn’t clash loudly or made scenes, their civil behaviour had pretty low borders and they simply couldn’t be bothered to raise it. Up until today they didn’t even need to, because hey, one, two scenes per episode were only necessary evil and they usually didn’t even have the space to glare at each other much.

Thomas wasn’t sure how exactly it started – there wasn’t a girl they were both interested in involved, no role they both wanted and one of them got it, no pranks they played on each other that embarrassed them in public. There was nothing wrong with their interactions up until there was and Thomas couldn’t point a finger at it. The animosity was just there, sitting on the perch like a duck, ready to strike when they got into few meters wide vicinity of each other.

He didn’t know what exactly bothered him about that thin, blond nobody either. His appearance was pretty normal, maybe he just needed to gain a pound or two, and he had kind of unreal baby face, but apart from the lankiness and blond hair ruffled all the time, his looks were not that notable to irritate him. Neither did his British accent he usually concealed anyway or the way he talked to people. He just didn’t sit well with him, and quite frankly the antipathies were mutual and Newt wasn’t shy from showing him. So they kept their distances and interactions to minimum and everybody was happy.

Until Jorge fucked it up. And by fucking it up Thomas meant he started an apocalypse. Basically the series’ new couple was fancying each other because why the hell not, precisely after meeting in the university infirmary where Stephen ended after rather risky parkour manoeuvre that ended in few bruises, his friends who studied on the university thought it was a good idea to use the infirmary to patch him up, and then wild Isaac appeared, and his white coat and glasses apparently did it for Stephen.

As much as Thomas was concerned, he would say the plot was weak as morning coffee they had in cafeteria. But apparently where representation mattered, it was basically much better when no annoying drama got involved and it had a carefree flow, apart from the usual society problems Thomas kind expected to jump at them in the upcoming episodes somewhere.

“There are going to be snogging scenes.”

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the exasperated voice, and then once more when Newt sat heavily next to him and the chair squeaked.

“I just asked Jorge,” the blond added with a deep sigh and Thomas mentally ticked it in his to do list. He knew there were conditions like stunts and possible romantic storyline with physical exposure when he signed the contract for the series, but he had no idea his partner would be a guy he couldn’t stand even on his good day. Was this Jorge’s version of the get-along shirt?  

“Amazing,” he commented and Newt hummed in agreement. Jorge recommended a solution for their antipathy – which naturally included more contact – but Thomas had a feeling it would only worsen their current relationship. So far he had no idea what Newt’s bad habits were because he never spent time with him, but if he added something seriously annoying to the already bothersome mix, murder would sound like a good solution.

“Let’s grab lunch together,” Newt stood up while glancing at his watch. “We can talk about it there.”

“Lunch,” Thomas repeated, because man, hearing that from Newt was seriously unreal. The blond looked at him with furrowed brows and took Thomas a second before he realized it was his way of saying: okay, we gotta work on our attitudes, so this is where it starts.

“Ye, you know. A place where they serve food for money,” Newt deadpanned. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept, at least from TV.”

“Just thinking if I want to ruin my day by spending it with you, is all,” Thomas shot back and it made Newt snort and shook his head.

“Great start, mop head,” he commented and started walking to the exit. “And they say I am defensive.”

Thomas wasn’t defensive, but maybe a little desperate.

***

“Look, I’m sure we both are professionals,” Thomas started when they finally found a free spot in a restaurant that led them to a secluded corner with small table and a candle in the middle. Thomas kind of thought this was on purpose, but he kept it to himself.

“Well, one of us definitely is,” Newt retorted without even looking at him, his eyes fixated onto a menu. Thomas wished he would order beer, so the waiter could tell him they are not serving alcohol to kids and he would have to give them his ID. “Your point?”

“We don’t need this torture,” Thomas decided not to snap at him for the time being. “It’s gonna be fine on set.”

That finally made Newt to glance at him.

“You think so?” he put down the menu and leaned a bit forward, his elbows on the desk. “So Jorge shouting at us because there is no chemistry whatsoever and it looks more like we want to kill each other, that’s fine by you?”

“He never said that,” Thomas disagreed stubbornly.

“He did,” Newt shrugged. “Sure, it was a year ago, but mate, I still feel like kicking your shin most of the time I see you, it kinda shows.”

“For you maybe-,”

“It shows for both of us,” Newt stopped him mid-sentence and sighed before getting back to the menu. “If you don’t believe me, ask the rest of the cast. Or the crew.”

Thomas didn’t need hear it from other sources to be able to tell Newt was right. The glares they occasionally sent to each other spoke volumes and he knew that, but he was almost sure it didn’t really show when they were on the set together, filming a scene. They were actors, it was their job to pretend to love people they didn’t fancy as much or at all, they were taking money for that kind of shit.

“So what’s your problem then?” he crossed his arms on his chest, looking at Newt expectantly. “Why am I on your shit list?”

“Why am I on yours?” Newt uttered lazily.

“I asked first.”

“It’s exactly this,” Newt finally stopped paying attention to the menu completely and closed it, then leaned back to the chair. “That thing you do all the time.”

“What thing?” Thomas raised an eyebrow and Newt gestured towards him with click of his tongue.

“That overbearing and unhealthy competitiveness,” the blond elaborated. “You hear an opinion and you immediately challenge it or you try to surpass it with me, me, me. Just talking to you about literally anything is a bloody waste of time because you’re unable to talk about anything else but you.”

Thomas blinked, then tilted his head to the side, and kept quiet. When nothing else from Newt came, he cleared his throat, just to be interrupted by a waiter asking for their orders and lighting up the candle between them with a weird smile.

Well, maybe not that weird, judging from where they were sitting. Thomas wondered what kind of bad karma was punishing him today, because he was slowly reaching his bullshit quota. Unhealthy competitiveness? Great! Maybe Newt could even make a whole psychological profile while at it!

“Don’t fry your brain, mop head,” Newt spoke up the moment the waiter left their table with orders. He reached for the candle and held his hand above the flame, changing heights like a kid that got a new toy. “I guess it’s just your thing. Rarely anybody acting like that realizes they are doing it. And if they do, they don’t care. Which is probably your case too.”

“Thanks, Dr. Freud,” Thomas forced out and pinched the bridge of his nose. The sole image of him having to pretend to be in love with this jerkface was making his blood boil. “I guess my reason is just that you’re such an insufferable brat I simply can’t stand you.”

“Well, it’s a start,” Newt uttered back and crossed his arms on his chest. “I propose to spend time together between sets, to go through the lines. If we won’t kill each other, I’m sure there is still hope for us to be able to survive the filming.”

“I refuse,” Thomas shot back without hesitation and it made Newt to bark out a laugh. “What.”

“Nothing, nothing,” the blond waved his hand, but kept on smiling and Thomas’ frown deepened. “It’s just that you’re such a kid all the time, it’s bloody hilarious.”

“If this is supposed to help me not to hate you, then you’re doing a very bad job,” Thomas warned him and then the waiter was back with their food, to which Thomas completely lost his appetite. Newt was still grinning at him like he won some sort of competition, and if it had been a race of who will get pissy first, Thomas had to admit he did lose.

“Hate is such a strong word though,” Newt commented with apparent amusement and pulled the plate with his lunch closer to him. “You shouldn’t use it so deliberately. What if there would be somebody you’d hate even more?”

“I don’t think it’s possible at this moment,” Thomas gritted through his teeth and it finally made Newt to stop with the nit-picking and his face turned a little more serious again.

“Alright, sorry,” the blond gestured with his fork. “Not going to push you anymore. Was just wondering how much you can take.”

“Not much more than this, I assure you,” Thomas said gruffly and Newt still had the nerve to smirk at him.

“Are you not going to eat?” he pointed at Thomas’ plate and when Thomas made a face, he insolently stole a fry and ate it. Thomas was sure one of them was not going to survive the filming at the end of the season.

***

“Can you stop glaring at me?”

Thomas groaned and put down the script with a loud bang against the table. Newt was in front of him, in his stupid oversized sweater and crazy hair and Thomas was literally on edge.

“Does it matter? It’s just a script reading,” he growled at him and heard Minho next to him laugh. Jorge on the other side of the table shook his head.

“Thomas, pull yourself together,” he said with a strict voice he usually reserved on sets when they kept on butchering the lines, and Thomas wanted to point at Newt and shout it’s all his fault! But he didn’t, because of course not, that would be childish and something Newt apparently wanted to provoke out of him. That little blond shit was taunting him from the first moment they sat down in the meeting room and he kept on smirking at him even when there were no lines they had together, and Thomas felt his blood pressure rising. Seriously, this couldn’t be healthy.

“Sorry,” he managed to bit out and looked back into the script where he was supposed to be flirting with Isaac, but it got out of him as a death sentence. Even he heard that, so naturally there was no denying it, and Newt just had to point it out in front of everybody.

“Minho, continue from the second paragraph,” Jorge commanded and the room grew quiet. Thomas wondered if he could fake a voice loss for a month or two, maybe it would help him get his shit together while avoiding his co-star like a plague.

***

“Oi, come here.”

Thomas almost did a pirouette when a hand stopped him from his march out of the building, and before he could properly react, he got dragged inside of the now empty meeting room by Newt. The cast was already gone and most of the crew as well, the studio was filled only by low hum from cameras not yet turned off.

“What now,” he sighed unhappily and the blond leaned against the table and crossed his arms on his chest.

“How did you get hurt?” he asked and Thomas stared at him like he lost his mind. Hurt? Him?

“What?”

“How. Did. You. Get. Hurt?”

Thomas opened his mouth to call him an idiot, but then it hit him. It was the line from the script. Newt’s character line from the dialogue the two of them had and kind of failed in the script reading this morning.

There was a small moment of him wanting to leave, because he was still bitter about the morning scene, but Newt was apparently trying to make amends and Thomas would be against himself if he just left without even giving it a chance.

He shook his head and reached for the door so he could close it while Newt watched him from his spot, and then took a deep breath.

“Tried to conquer the walls,” he finally responded with his line and it was easier without people staring at him, expecting to bite Newt’s head off. “They kind of won.”

“I can see that,” Newt continued, the exasperation easily believable. He pushed away from the table and took several cautious steps closer to Thomas, then lifted his chin and turned his head from one side to another.

Right, injuries from the fall. Isaac was supposed to check them and treat them.

“Huh, you have really long eyelashes,” he said then and Thomas blinked. That wasn’t in the script, he was sure of it.

“Are you improvising or is it just a statement?” he broke the character too, tilting his head to the side and Newt let his hand fall back again.

“A statement,” he answered with a shrug. “Sorry. Just never noticed that.” Then he looked Thomas up and down. “This should get treated.”

Is he back in the rehearsing scene? Jesus.

“Are you always this on and off?” Thomas asked instead and Newt’s lips curled up in a smile. For once it even looked genuine.

“I might be,” he admitted. He was almost the same height as Thomas, but definitely thinner and lankier. With the oversized sweater he reminded him of a kid that got lost in a filming studio, especially with his baby face. “And I might have an idea too.”

“An idea?” Thomas crossed his arms on his chest, because hey, so far Newt’s ideas were only making things worse, so he was right to be wary.

“Like, I’m aware you don’t like me, and that’s fine,” Newt made a vague gesture towards them both and Thomas only nodded in agreement. The antipathy was there and he would be lying if he tried to tell him the opposite all of sudden, especially after yesterday. “So consider this – stay in character.”

“I do stay in character-,”

“I mean stay in character all the time you’re around me,” Newt stopped his immediate defence swiftly. “And I’ll stay in mine. So every time we will interact, just let Stephen and Isaac do it.”

“I don’t follow,” Thomas sighed in exasperation. What was that supposed to be about? “What if I’m going to need something not work related or-?”

“Stay in character even for personal-related things, for work things, for all things, with me,” Newt proposed. “Think of it as a roleplay? Ever done that?”

“Roleplay,” Thomas repeated the word with raised eyebrows and all he could think of was Dungeons and Dragons or something really kinky. “Well, not outside of work, I guess.”

“It’s a perfect way how to get into the character and understand him better,” Newt explained with strange happiness around him and Thomas gulped down the comment he probably did it a bit too often. “And maybe it’s what we need as well. If you think of me as of Isaac?”

It was true Isaac was rather interesting character – the show portrayed him as smart, a little geeky, but fun, and with sharp sense of humour. Apart from Newt’s own stubbornness and nasty comments it could be a nice change.

“Okay then,” he agreed in the end, because what was there to lose? Apart from some dignity, he mused, because as much as being an actor made his living, playing the character outside of it sounded more like a chore than fun. Then again – if he had to do that only around Newt, it could work.

“Great, it’s settled then,” another genuine smile and it felt like aura around Newt changed somehow, it was almost eerie. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah,” Thomas managed and Newt was out of the door in a second, leaving the brunet alone and confused. He was a little worried this state would be a norm around the guy from now on.

***

“Morning,” Thomas yawned on his way to the table, coffee in hand and several greetings echoed back at him, Newt’s included. It sounded friendly and Thomas had to do a double take before he reminded himself it was supposed to be that way because they weren’t them, but their friendlier counterparts. He seated himself across the blond and glanced at him out of curiosity, just to get another smile in response before he looked back at Jorge, leaving Thomas in slight stupor.

So this was how Newt interpreted Isaac? Thomas wasn’t sure if it made him uncomfortable more than his usual snide remarks for how big the change was, but at the end of the meeting he felt a little more relaxed around him at least, because apparently no verbal attack was coming. Newt behaved like there was no bad blood between them and the lines reading was easy and probably surprising for the rest of the cast. At least Jorge looked satisfied at the end, which was a small victory.

“Lunch?” Newt asked him at noon and Thomas thought it was fine to say sure more easily now.

They grabbed food and actually talked about non-work related things without any poison threw in, which made Thomas conflicted as hell. He felt like he was sitting on needles for about first 20 minutes in, during the menu studying and ordering and sipping his soda, like the attack could have happen anytime and he needed to be ready, but Newt sat on the opposite side of the table like a holy picture, smiling and telling him about a football game that happened last night (and Thomas missed it because sleep was too demanding) and not a single bad thing fell from his mouth. Not even a dirty comment about Thomas’ obvious lack of knowledge about football teams – Newt actually explained why he liked his own team (apparently family fixation, so he was a long-time fan) and what games have great moments in it and Thomas found himself relaxed and listening for the first time ever when in Newt’s company.

“You strike me as a sports fan,” Newt offered leisurely while poking in his food. He barely ate anything since he mostly talked, but somehow didn’t even look like he had the appetite.

“I’m more of a baseball fan,” Thomas responded easily and wondered if this was even allowed. Was he supposed to talk about himself or about Stephen? He made a mental note to ask Newt at some point, but so far it looked like the blond was talking about his own hobbies rather than about Isaac’s, but he couldn’t be sure. He knew Stephen was more into adrenaline sports, especially the ones he could do himself, rather than watching others to do it, but Thomas liked all his limbs intact and not broken, so he was mostly Stephen’s opposite. “Long time Mets supporter.”

“Nice. Watched baseball sometimes with my uncle,” Newt flashed him another oh-so-genuine smile and Thomas felt himself tensing again, alert and ready for a flip without any real means to. The difference from normal Newt and Isaac’s Newt was huge, to the point of worrying, and Thomas couldn’t help but wonder how much of a self-control it had to take for Newt to maintain this happy-to-go attitude with him when normally he was about to bite Thomas’ head off.

He took a breath to point it out, but then deflated when Newt finally started eating, relaxed and for the lack of better word vulnerable. Attacking him now in any way was low even for their normal interactions.

He kept his peace for the remainder of their break.

***

“You sound angry.”

Thomas stopped mid move when Newt’s words flew over to him, blinking in confusion. The scene was called cut a few seconds ago for another take and Thomas wasn’t really thinking about why, since Jorge didn’t really pinpoint anything being wrong. They were in Isaac’s lab, the crew around them busy as bees, preparing for another take, the cameras pointed at him and Newt with deadly accuracy.

“Angry?” he repeated and Newt walked towards him with thoughtful expression.

“Yeah, like. You’re mad about something,” he gesticulated between then while he stopped in front of Thomas. “I don’t know if it’s intentional. The script doesn’t really say he should be angry, but it’s kind of sharp from you?”

“Oh,” Thomas cleared his throat. It was actually a valid point. Not even an attack, more like an observation. Newt was trying to be helpful. Towards Thomas. Without malice. So weird.  

“You’re right,” he admitted, taking the script to his hand from the table behind the scene, going through it. “I’ll try to soften it a bit.”

Newt nodded, still thoughtful, and retreated back to his spot. He was in the white lab coat and had thick, black glasses and wild hair and Thomas caught himself staring without any means to do that. He had seen him in his getup before, it was nothing new. Yet somehow it was like interacting with a completely different person and when Jorge came back and the scene played out again, he found himself talking softer and Newt’s eyes told him it hit the right spot.

The scene didn’t need to be repeated anymore and Jorge patted them happily on the back. Thomas pretended he didn’t see the smile Newt sent his way.

***

The days passed and the strange roleplay approach worked like a charm. Even the crew noticed and the cast was commenting on it at readings repeatedly, but without real heat. Neither Thomas or Newt elaborated though, and it was probably for the best to keep it at vague we talked it out.

He thought he was going to be much more opposed to the romance progression part in the story, but when the more intimate scenes started, Thomas didn’t have an urge to strangle Newt anymore, so he had to admit Newt’s idea wasn’t bad. The story romance was cheesy but slow and getting accustomed to Newt’s Isaac was no work, since they did that the whole time now.

“Gotta work on your stiffness,” Newt piped after the wrap up when the crew was packing up and they were putting costumes away. “You’re like a wooden board when we touch.”

“I guess that’s my default setting,” Thomas joked back because he had no idea what else to say. He was aware every time Newt touched him (and they weren’t even in the intimate part of touching yet), his body seized up and he moved like a robot for the remainder of the recording, mechanical and unattached. It wasn’t like he expected a punch or anything, but his brain didn’t get it yet. “I will work on it.”

He saw Newt nod in the corner of his eye when he was pulling the shirt over his head and then yelped when he got seized in a strong hug from behind, clutching him like a vice.

“What the-!”

“Practice.” Newt squeezed a bit more and then finally lost the strength Thomas would never believe he possessed in that lanky body of his. He still held on though and Thomas hung there helplessly like a doll. It was uncomfortable and weird angle too, but Newt didn’t look like he cared.

Well, when he ever did?

“This is not really helping though,” he commented with a huff, letting his arms fall and Newt barked out a laugh. He was plastered over half of Thomas’ back and his side, just holding him like a teddy bear, and his body was warm like a thermo blanket.

“Don’t worry, it will,” he assured him, gave him one last squeeze and then finally let go. Thomas wasn’t surprised by the big grin he had when he turned around to tell him off. So he let the words die in his throat and only shook his head.

Newt did the hugging thing every day after and Thomas resigned to his fate after a week (once he even leapt to Thomas’ arms without any warning except shouting sike! and Thomas had to praise himself for actually catching him properly while swearing like a sailor). He pointedly ignored Minho’s smartass commentary about it though.

***

It was usually Newt that approached Thomas on his own, either with some work-related questions or even a simple talk and for some reason Thomas started to expect their daily 15 minutes of freestyle since then. Maybe that was why today he was so weirded out when Newt didn’t really do that before the reading, or after reading, or for lunch. He saw him several times during the day usually staring into his phone or talking to somebody else, but he didn’t make a move towards Thomas at any given time. True, they there were no scenes involving them together scheduled, but normally it didn’t stop him.

Thomas, to his dismay, realized he grew restless.

When he saw Newt again in the hall, he decided to be a big boy and start conversation on his own, even though he had no idea why. He grabbed two cups of coffee on the way (one with milk and sugar, one purely black) and let his legs carry him all the way towards his blond nemesis, who was staring into his phone again.

On one note Thomas hoped nothing serious happened, and that care alone surprised him. Just a month ago he wouldn’t give a rat ass about Newt’s problems, so this was definitely new. And concerning, really.

Then again that’s what you get when you act like a decent being, I guess.

“You seem awfully quiet today,” he greeted him with an outstretched hand holding the cup and Newt glanced up from his phone with badly masked surprise. Thomas would even say it could equal a shock for a split second before he mastered it enough to hide it.

“Oh,” he let out, kind of lamely, and Thomas had to clear his throat for the blond to notice the coffee. When he finally took it, Thomas felt a wave of relief he wasn’t turned down. Somehow, he already dismantled most of his defence mechanisms against this guy; it would suck if he allowed being vulnerable now just for Newt to blew it out of blue.

“It’s black,” the blond commented when he sipped the coffee, his brows furrowed. Thomas made a humming noise.

“You drink it black, as far as I know?” he offered and Newt’s eyes searched for his. It was a weird look, like he didn’t know what to do or say.

It’s just a coffee though, sheesh.

“I do,” he replied after a moment.

“Okay.”

“You remembered,” Newt added a little more hesitantly. “That I drink it black.”

“Yes?” Thomas raised his eyebrows. “I mean you always drink black, it’s kind of easy to remember?”

“No, I mean…” he stared a bit more, but then averted his eyes. “Never mind. Thanks.”

The uneasy feeling of something being wrong creeped into Thomas’ stomach almost instantly. He stood there in complete stupor, no words coming out of his mouth, paralyzed of the sudden change he got so easily unaccustomed to in a span of several weeks. Newt was not looking at him and Thomas wanted to ask if the roleplay was over and they were about to be mean to each other again, but couldn’t get it past his lips.

“So, what do you want?” Newt finally asked and it was bizarre to hear now. What would Thomas want from his colleague he spent few weeks talking daily to about any possible thing? Gee, who knew. Was him doing the first step not allowed?

He didn’t say anything because he had no idea what would be an appropriate response Stephen would give. At this point he drew blank even for his own reactions. When Newt glanced at him worriedly, he wanted to ask why the hell was he making that face, but at the same time didn’t want to know.

“And here we can see two awkward roosters in their natural habitat,” came suddenly from behind them and an arm landed on Thomas’ shoulders, almost making him spill the coffee. Minho shook him like a rag doll, grinning from ear to ear. He didn’t even hear him coming. “Never saw courting so painful than with you two, I swear.”

Newt made a face and Thomas felt his stomach drop somewhere between his legs.

“Fuck off,” he shot out and shook off Minho’s arm unhappily, pushed his coffee to his hand and left the hall like a tidal wave.

He ignored his phone for the rest of the day. It was constantly beeping.

***

He had never seen anybody with deadlier puppy eyes than Newt had. The moment he arrived on set and before he could even greet anybody and get a cup of coffee, the blond was there, gazing at him with the ultimate weapon of mass destruction, and it didn’t get any better with time.

“Okay, I’ll bite, what’re you doing?” he finally confronted him, arms crossed on his chest, and Newt gave him almost a full body shrug. The meeting room was half empty and Newt was following him around the whole day like a sad dog. Thomas didn’t even read the messages from yesterday and already knew they were from him and what approximately they said.

“Trying to make you feel sorry for me, naturally,” he replied with ease. “Is it working?”

“Sorry for you,” Thomas repeated with raised eyebrows. “For what?”

“For being a target of somebody’s ire.”

Somebody as in Thomas, no manual needed.

“Shouldn’t you be doing that at them in that case?” he decided to play the game as well, because for some reason the Newt’s Isaac was back and yesterday’s Newt’s Newt departed once more like a glitch in Matrix. Thomas didn’t lose any sleep over it, but then again, he went to bed so late there was almost no sleep to be talking about.

It wasn’t because of Newt though. Why would it be, even?

Newt made a face at him, but the puppy eyes resumed right after.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged again. “They’re stubborn.”

“That so.”

“Yeah,” the blond took few steps closer. “Need them not to be mad. Want to kiss them.”

“Wait, what-,“ Thomas barely get the words out and Newt was already in his personal space, hands on his cheeks and leaning in and Thomas felt like he was losing balance for how much he was trying to avoid him, and would probably fall flat on his ass if Newt didn’t grab him around his waist to prop him back up.

“Nice gymnastics, you two!” Minho shouted from the table and Thomas felt the heat rising up in his cheeks, his body pressed against Newts’ from their chest to their knees while he heard others snapping pictures of them.

“Are you fucking nuts?!” he hissed at Newt in a hushed whisper and the blond grinned, not letting go.

“Nah, but I’m helping,” he had the audacity to squish Thomas’ cheeks and Thomas grabbed him by his wrists to stop him. Newt didn’t budge and that unnatural strength was beginning to make Thomas worry.

“To my grave, yeah, you are,” he growled and Newt laughed quietly while his hands finally let go of Thomas’ face.

“It’s today, you know,” he said with a smirk and Thomas frowned. “The snogging scene. It’s today.”

“It’s today?!”

“Today.”

Thomas blamed Newt for not knowing and not checking the plan yesterday and for the sleep and bad mood too – and quite frankly even for the spoiled food he found in the fridge because Newt was weird and out of what Thomas was used to and it threw him off more than he thought it would and it sucked.

The hands on his cheeks were back and then there were also lips on his own, smooching him like grandma visiting on Christmas along with obnoxiously loud mwuah and the cameras snapping were even louder now, throwing Thomas into a murderous spree.

“You-!”

“Meet me in five at the trailer and let me snog you right, dog,” Newt stopped him from the outburst and pinched his cheeks, then let go. “No homo.”

“Fuck you!” Thomas barked with his chest heaving at Newt’s retreat back, and the blond glanced back at him and smiled.

“No u.”

And left.

***

In retrospect coming after Newt to the designated meeting spot was a bad idea, but Thomas had seen red and didn’t care. He had no idea what the hell was the blondie thinking and he was about to shake it out of him if he had to, truce be damned.

“My, don’t you look ravishing,” Newt greeted him between the doors with a chuckle and if Thomas was just a bit angrier, he would probably greet him back with a fist in his face.

“I thought you said we’re going to be fucking civil with each other,” he barked instead and Newt tilted his head in silent question. “Your stupid roleplay shit! And then you pull this out?”

“What’s this?” the blond opposed calmly. “Don’t tell me you’re angry over one smooch. What’re you going to do after the rehearsals with the crew watching us make out? Kill me?”

“Listen-,”

“No, you listen,” Newt stopped with an exasperated sigh. He ran his hand through his hair, making it even messier than normally, and his shoulders sagged down as if he flipped a switch. “I’m sorry I was a dick yesterday. I guess it threw you off and it’s my fault, and I want to make amends.”

Thomas opened his mouth in opposition before it dawned on him that Newt was, in fact, apologizing. He had to do a double take and run it again in his head until he was sure he heard him right, and it still didn’t really make it as believable.

“Oh,” he let out.

“And also, I wasn’t lying about the snogging shooting, so,” the blond took a step away from the door and gestured for Thomas to enter. “I’m sorry and let’s try it before we look like complete idiots in front of everybody else.”

Let’s try to snog, that definitely wasn’t something he thought he would ever hear from this guy. It must have showed in his face since Newt’s mouth curved up in obvious amusement.

“I know right? What’s been happening to us lately,” he commented on it like he read Thomas’ mind and then reached for his shirt and pulled him in the trailer. Thomas wanted to comment on how damn stupid it must have looked to anybody outside, but Newt was already kissing him without even a word of warning and Thomas was too stunned to move.

There was a pressure and a hand on the back of Thomas’ neck, but other than that nothing else really happened and then Newt was pulling away, looking at him with mild annoyance.

“Can you do something better than the dead fish lips?” he asked and Thomas blinked, his vocal cords not working in the slightest. He could imagine all kind of things happening with Newt – a fist in his face, a vicious prank of sitting on a pin, but being kissed when not in front of a camera (since that’s where it was supposed to happen) was not one of them.

“Uh oh,” the blond stepped away. “Did I break you?”

“I think so,” Thomas heard himself saying. He couldn’t really recall much about the kiss, his brain drew a blissful blank, not even how long exactly it was, but he knew it happened. “Little warning next time?”

“Isn’t the shock value counting as a plus point though?” Newt‘s face relaxed and even smiled and Thomas shook his head.

“Not if you aren’t trying to cause me a heart-attack,” he commented sternly and then took a deep breath. “Fine, okay. I’m ready.”

“So clinical,” Newt rolled his eyes and took a step forward but Thomas’ hand flew up and spread in the middle of Newt’s chest, stopping him. “What now?”

“Is it supposed to be Isaac to take the lead?”

It was a valid question, because Thomas didn’t see Isaac as a leading man for this kind of thing. But then again, he purposely left the snogging scenes be so he couldn’t say.

“Yes,” Newt shrugged. “Think nerds don’t take initiative?”

Thomas rumbled but let his hand fall down.

“You didn’t even read it, did you,” the blond smirked. “You left those scenes alone.”

It’s not like Newt could read Thomas mind, but lately it felt like he did and it was terrifying.

“Maybe,” he let out grudgingly.

“You’re adorable.”

“Shut up, nerd.”

“That’s not very Stephen of you,” Newt commented with a grin and he looked so smug Thomas couldn’t stand that. He grabbed the blond by the collar of his stupid striped shirt and pulled him forward until their lips met in the middle, along with Newt’s yelp somewhere in between.

It was mostly just pressure with almost no movement of the lips, like proving a point he could do it as well without warning if he wanted to, and for a while it kind of worked, since Newt was standing on the spot like a frozen statue.

“Hmm,” Thomas pulled away with a cocky smile, drinking in Newt’s wide eyes. “Can you do something better than the dead fish lips?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” the blond breathed out and quite frankly Thomas expected him to lean back in, since he presented it as a challenge, but still didn’t think it would be open mouthed and pushing and that there is going to be tongue involved right off the bat. He made a muffled noise when Newt stepped even closer and grabbed Thomas by his waist, bringing them chest to chest, kissing him so deeply it made his head spin.

Was it supposed to be like this? It didn’t even feel like simple kissing anymore, but make out with the way Newt’s hands started to travel over Thomas’ back and his sides and hips and even fucking squeezed his butt few times. He was tilting his head and pushing into Thomas so insistently it felt like he just wanted him horizontal in near future and Thomas felt his body moving backwards, step by step until his back hit the wall and he made another muffled noise that should have showed his discomfort but Newt probably didn’t even hear it.

It felt like forever before Newt finally pulled away, drawing in a shaking breath, his eyes still closed and lips almost red. Thomas couldn’t help but think he looked like he was ready to shoot a porn scene, with his ruffled hair and heavy breathing and like, everything, but quickly got rid of the thought. Newt, out of all people, definitely didn’t look erotic to him. No fucking way.

“You done?” he croaked out, cursing his own voice to be so weak in a situation like this, and Newt finally opened his eyes, almost black how his pupils were blown wide and had the audacity to shook his head.

“Not in the slightest,” he replied in a low voice, so low Thomas barely heard it, and his hands, up until now resting on Thomas’ hips, travelled up, dragging over Thomas’ shirt up to his neck, warm and sure. The silence in the trailer was almost suffocating, making Thomas hear his own heartbeat so clearly he was almost sure Newt had to hear it too.

“Newt-,”

“Not at all,” the blond didn’t let him speak, his thumbs started caressing Thomas’ jaw and before Thomas could at least ask him what the hell was wrong with him, he was already being kissed again, gentler this time, but not less lewd with all the tongue, and Thomas found out he couldn’t move, like his body rooted to the spot. The blood was now roaring in his ears and he was goddamn confused about it, because it was Newt kissing him, Newt being here, crowding him against the wall in the trailer, holding him on the spot by caressing his neck and his face and kissing him like he wanted to do it for ages and then some. The same Newt he hated to bits just a month ago, who was bitter and sarcastic and never said a nice word to Thomas.

Was this some sort of revenge, maybe? Some elaborate prank he played, maybe with a camera rolling from a hiding spot, so he could laugh about it later with others? His let’s try it before actually shooting the scene in front of the crew now blurred together with unreasonable making out and Thomas was damn sure they didn’t need to do this much up until who knew when in the shooting.

Yet he still didn’t push Newt away. Hell, he even participated in the kiss – slowly, maybe, hesitantly, but he wasn’t just taking it like a figurine either, no matter how hard he would try to deny that. So when Newt let go of him with a slow exhale and his hands slowly fell from Thomas’ neck, Thomas was at loss of what to say. He couldn’t really accuse him of anything, though maybe he sort of wanted to, but words simply didn’t come.

“Well,” Newt finally broke the silence, stepping away. “I think we’re good.”

He cleared his throat about three times and it felt awkward, like the reality caught up with him and now he was internally screaming. Thomas was surprised his own inner monologue stopped instead, only accompanied by a low hum of his thoughts.

“Right?” the blond finally looked up from the floor he was hypnotizing since the kiss ended and Thomas stared back at him in silence. He could still feel Newt’s mouth on his own and he licked his lower lip without even thinking about it and Newt’s eyes followed the movement with wide eyes.

“Right,” Thomas said eventually, refusing to try deciphering that particular look, and left before Newt could say anything else.

***

Hiding was a wrong word to use for Thomas’ current behaviour. He wasn’t hiding at all. He didn’t have a reason to hide, what happened was Newt’s initiative and Newt’s alone. If he ever wanted to make Thomas guilty about it, Thomas was ready to kick him back with something equally nasty, like you were the first who stuck his tongue into my throat or grabbing my ass or rubbing against me – which he was by the way, he totally was at some point but Thomas didn’t want to think about that. Hell, he tried to push it out of his mind the whole time between sets while reading the incriminated scene in the script (damn Newt being right about Isaac taking initiative, damn him), up until he couldn’t anymore because it was the scene, and Newt was standing in front of the camera already in the white lab coat and crazy hair and Jorge was talking to him about something and Thomas felt his legs turning to jelly.

“Oi, don’t look so scared,” Newt’s voice flew over to him, making Thomas’ stomach make a double flip. “We practiced, right?”

“If you call that a practice…” Thomas uttered under his breath, but at least he felt little less intimidated when the Newt in the trailer with almost black eyes and heaving chest and red lips bruised from kissing got replaced by this cocky shit again. Jorge was behind the camera and Thomas had to mentally praise him for not grinning at them like a loon and making it even more awkward.

Because if anything, awkward definitely fitted the description the best and probably even more so after the practice Newt put him through. At least most of the crew left, even though they usually only did when there were more intimate scenes involved, but Thomas was still grateful he didn’t need to try and ignore Minho making faces at him from behind the scene.

When the camera started rolling and their lines flowing in, Thomas was surprised he didn’t feel nervous as much as he thought he would. If anything, he was anticipating, because he knew how Newt felt already against him, so when the blond stepped close with the scripted line and touched Thomas’ chest in the middle, he was ready for the tongue and teeth and hands everywhere and maybe even the butt touching because Newt did that plenty.

But then there was pressure on his lips and a gentle touch of hand on his cheek for split second and then Newt was pulling away, eyes downcast, small smile playing on his, no, on Isaac’s lips, and it was over.

He couldn’t help but gawk at him, and quite frankly wasn’t even surprised when Jorge ended the scene and called him out for looking like somebody just told him he lost the raffle for a teddy bear and demanded a retake.

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” he responded sheepishly and they started anew, the marks, the lines, the touch on his chest, the fucking innocent peck on his lips, the small smile scripted to a tiniest detail, the end. Thomas still gawked and Jorge let out a sigh, giving them ten minutes before trying again.

“What’s wrong with you?” Newt asked him like there was nothing wrong going on, like he didn’t just endlessly grope him in the trailer and then kiss him here like grandma on Christmas visit. Thomas wanted to tell him, he wanted to throw it in his face, but he just couldn’t bring himself to.

“Sorry,” he repeated, clearing his throat. Jorge didn’t say anything about the kiss, only about Thomas’ bewildered expression, so there probably wasn’t anything bad about it, but it still felt like… nothing. In comparison, at least.

“You really did look like somebody stole your cookie though,” the blond poured oil into the fire and had the audacity to smirk as well. “Didn’t we practice?”

“Not enough tongue here, I guess,” Thomas bit back and felt a small amount of satisfaction when Newt averted his eyes with small hitch of his breath.

“Well, it’s not really in the script,” he mumbled after, almost grudgingly and Thomas took a deep breath.

“Interesting,” he commented. Nothing else. Newt kept his eyes casted on the floor, looking stiff and uncomfortable and Thomas wondered if he kept quiet long enough, if he would elaborate. He did not, not until Jorge got back, sent Thomas questioning glance and he managed to muster a smile.

The camera rolled again, the lines, the touch, the kiss, Thomas forced himself to look happy and Jorge was looking satisfied at the end. He even praised him with a pat on his back and when Thomas turned back towards Newt, he realized the blond was already gone.

Typical.

***

They didn’t have any shooting together the next day and Thomas frankly wasn’t surprised he didn’t even catch a brief glance of Newt. Probably for the best too, since his mood was so bad, he would probably only bark at him and neither of them needed that. He barely slept, his thoughts kept on swirling around the weird intimacy Newt showed him and then proceeded to be shy about it, and it just didn’t make any sense.

“Newt called in sick,” Minho told him around lunch, sitting next to him when Thomas nursed his coffee and only nibbled his food with fork. He ordered Chinese and it was great but his appetite probably called in sick as well.

“Mhm,” he let out. No surprise there, probably. Thomas thought he should have been relieved but quite frankly nothing much came.

“Didn’t text you?” Minho asked, eyebrows raised and Thomas sipped his coffee.

“Nope,” he responded coldly. “Am I his mum or something?”

“No, but you do spend lots of time together lately,” his friend shrugged. He meant well, probably, but obviously wanted some gossip too. Thomas couldn’t blame him. “Thought you’d know.”

“Nah, he’s sulking now,” Thomas uttered and Minho’s expression changed to a surprised one. “Better leave him to it, I guess.”

“Sulking cuz of the snogging?” Came a question and Thomas had a fleeting panic reaction of Minho knowing about the trailer make out, but he squashed it fast. “I thought it went well?”

“Yeah, was fine,” Thomas waved his hand. “He’s just being weirder than normally about it.”

“Huh,” Minho propped his chin on his palm. “Thought you’d be the one freaking out, not him.”

“Same.”

“But maybe it’s cuz he likes you,” his colleague offered with an absolute calm. “So kissing you sorta flipped his switch?”

Thomas glanced at Minho with a sigh. It probably looked that way from outsider’s point of view, he mused. Newt suddenly being nice to him, asking him to go for lunch together and then having all those weird quirks like hugging all of sudden or smooching him in front of everybody and all in all being quite affectionate, so coming to a conclusion of falling in love was logical. They didn’t know it was Isaac’s character and Isaac’s quirks and Isaac’s affection that Newt played, that it was part of the deal between them. All fake and calculated, all according to plan… until the trailer. Or so Thomas thought, because even though Newt was so confident in there, in the aftermath he just looked vulnerable and guilty, as if he took it too far but didn’t know how to remedy that.

Thomas kind of wanted an explanation. Anything would do, really, but Newt didn’t say anything, so Thomas decided to ignore it as well. Not that it was possible to just forget about it, but not talking about it worked.

“You know what,” he pushed away the plate and put down the coffee. “You’re probably right. He’s totally in love with me and he stayed home cuz he has to think of an elaborate love confession that will sweep me off my feet.”

Minho made a face but left him alone. Thomas was really looking forward to his day off tomorrow.

***

NEWT: So now you’re sulking?

Thomas blearily looked at his phone, the clock showed something past nine in the morning and he would never believe a text alert could actually wake him up.

THOMAS: What

NEWT: You’re not here, so I’m asking if you’re sulking

THOMAS: Weren’t you the first one to sulk yesterday?

NEWT: Called in sick

THOMAS: Yeah, aka sulking.

NEWT: I was sick, not sulking

THOMAS: Convenient.

NEWT: Was throwing up

THOMAS: Sure you were.

NEWT: C’mon, were you lonely?

THOMAS: Just enjoyed some peace and quiet for a change.

NEWT: You were and now you’re sulking

THOMAS: It’s my day off, Romeo. Fuck off my DMs.

NEWT: Wait, what

THOMAS: DAY OFF. LET ME SLEEP. FUCK YOU.

NEWT: In that order?

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned and plopped the phone next to him on the bed, ignoring how it beeped several more times. He planned to sleep the whole day.

***

NEWT: Jesus, it’s so boring here without you

THOMAS: You’ll live.

NEWT: You should stop by

THOMAS: I don’t want to get molested, so no.

NEWT: Molested? Preposterous

THOMAS: You’re an old pervert.

NEWT: I’m quite young tho

THOMAS: Still a pervert to the boot. Touching my butt and all, no manners.

NEWT: I never said I have manners

THOMAS: I already knew you didn’t have any manners, trust me. No illusions.

NEWT: See so don’t act surprised

THOMAS: I was hella surprised, but I admit not really about the practice kissing as I was about the scripted one.

NEWT: Oh yeah not enough tongue

THOMAS: Like you got all shy.

NEWT: I got all professional

THOMAS: So the practice was all personal?

Thomas wasn’t surprised when no reply came.

***

NEWT: Sorta was personal yeah

The clock showed something past 7 in the evening and Thomas didn’t expect Newt to reply anymore. It took him three hours, but the text actually came and Thomas was staring at it with Who framed Roger Rabbit playing in the background.

THOMAS: Took you three hours to come up with that?

NEWT: If you didn’t notice I’m at work

THOMAS: No, I didn’t, you’re bothering me the whole day.

NEWT: I’m making it more pleasant you mean

THOMAS: No, not really.

NEWT: Liar

THOMAS: So what was personal about it?

NEWT: Your butt was

“Fucker, you just can’t give me a straight answer, huh,” Thomas grumbled, debating with himself if he wanted to continue the pointless conversation or not. Newt was all bold over the phone which was frustrating – in person he would never tell him all these things.

THOMAS: So you decided to practice some French on me cuz of my butt.

NEWT: Huh that sounds like a better excuse than the one I had prepared

THOMAS: You’re so fucking annoying. Just tell me wtf it was already or I’m turning my phone off.

NEWT: Damn you so mean today

THOMAS: Turning it off.

NEWT: Nononono wait

Thomas frowned and sent a question mark instead. He would rather to hear it personally but if Newt needed to hide behind the texts, maybe it was for the best.

NEWT: I’m totally in love with you and wanted to kiss you and grope your butt cuz yolo

THOMAS: Fuck off.

NEWT: What it’s a legitimate reason and also totally believable cuz Minho said so

THOMAS: Maybe you need better friends.

NEWT: Please love me back baby

THOMAS: You’re not my type.

NEWT: Don’t break my heart :(

THOMAS: I don’t like blond people.

NEWT: You don’t like … WHAT

NEWT: ARE YOU FOR REAL

NEWT: YOU HEATEN

THOMAS: Blond people are meh. All stupid. No brains, ever. It’s the bleach.

NEWT: Bleach! But I’m natural c’mon

THOMAS: That’s even worse. You were born with small to none brain already. You’re doomed to be an idiot for the rest of your life.

NEWT: Oof you real mean now

THOMAS: Newt.

NEWT: Yes

THOMAS: Seriously. Be honest with me.

NEWT: I’m honest. I’m really a natural blond

THOMAS: Do you like me or something? Or you hate me and thought it was a good prank? Or you went with the flow and sort of didn’t think of consequences cuz the kissing was nice? Did you freak out after and did the lame kissing thing during the scene on purpose? Or did you want to throw me off by it?

NEWT: Yes

THOMAS: Yes which.

NEWT: Just yes you can pick the one you like the most

Thomas turned his phone off and left it that way for the rest of the day.

***

It was Newt’s day off, Thomas knew that. Maybe that was why he went to work less stressed than in an opposite situation, but hated it all the same. Stressing himself over Newt was never really a thing, but he was always somewhere on his mind even before, though only because he found him annoying. But now it was different, tugging in the back of his consciousness and demanding attention 24/7, which quite frankly started to be a problem. Yesterday text exchange didn’t help matters either – it actually only made it worse.

“Wasn’t it your day off? You look like shit.”

Thomas stopped abruptly when Newt’s voice came and then there was coffee in his field of vision and a veiny hand that was holding it, and Newt stood there in white shirt and jeans, offering him the cup.

“Whose fault you think it is?” he barked and didn’t take the coffee in defiance. Newt looked guilty and it served him right.

“Yeah, I know,” the blond admitted and Thomas heard the sound of the cup hitting the table while he was on his way to the changing room. “Look, I’m sorry.”

“You came here today to tell me that?” Thomas refused to look at him. “You could have sent a text. You’re good at that.”

“You turned your phone off,” Newt opposed and caught up with him enough to walk beside him now.

“I told you I would if you keep that up,” Thomas uttered and was glad nobody else was here yet, since hearing them arguing about this was honestly slightly embarrassing.

“I know.”

He didn’t say anything else and Thomas was at the end of his rope.

“Jesus, what else do you want from me?” he finally stopped and looked at the infuriating man next to him in anger. “I played your stupid roleplay game, your practice game, your texting game and your hugging spree and I just don’t want to anymore, I’ve had enough. So just tell me the punchline already so we can go back to hating each other without pretending we’re fine!”

Newt took a deep breath, then another and another and then gnawed on his lower lip for several seconds, keeping Thomas in painful suspense. It made him want to leave him be and just close this chapter of his life, but then Newt finally opened his mouth and said: “I think you’re a bloody prick.”

Thomas stared at him, not really sure how to react. It took several deeper breaths from Newt and then he was talking again, this time in a lower voice.

“I always disliked you,” he said gravely. “You were just so opinionated and stubborn. I thought we could never bloody get along and then Jorge decided to put our characters together and I thought it’s the end, that we’ll kill each other eventually and it’s going to suck-,”

“Why-,”

“Let me finish,” Newt stopped Thomas’ speech quickly. “You bloody wanker, jesus. You just. Made things so hard, so needlessly complicated, I just couldn’t take it. Even at the first lunch you were so full of yourself, so confident you were in the right, it was maddening.”

“Holy shit, why-,”

“Just let me!” This time Newt raised his voice and it echoed in an almost empty studio almost eerily. Thomas shut up. He felt his body shaking and couldn’t even say why, his nerves were like too tightly bound strings.

“You insufferable…” Newt took another deep breath. “I just don’t get it. I don’t fucking know who I love. You or Stephen. I just don’t know who of you two is the one I just can’t leave alone; it’s making me so bloody frustrated.”

Thomas opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Newt would probably tell him to shut up again anyway.

“I kissed you back there, in the trailer, because I thought we gotta, cuz if I did that without you getting used to it, we would fail so hard,” Newt continued and started pacing back and forth, back and forth. “I thought it was smart of me, to just bait you, to make you angry so you wouldn’t protest. But then I kissed you and it all went to shit.”

He stopped, glaring at Thomas from under his blond fringe. He looked angry but at the same time not really.

“You played your part and I played mine and we clicked. You were still struggling, but you were nice to me and I was nice to you and I think it was kind of fun to do that, to play around like that. But now I don’t know. Now you’re here and I know it’s you who is angry at me, but it was you who I texted as well and I’m still bloody attracted to you-,”

“You’re not making any sense,” Thomas finally managed to say, silencing Newt to a complete stupor. “Me or Stephen, what’s that even supposed to mean? I’m me, for fuck’s sake, nobody else.”

“The you that hates my guts,” Newt pointed out with arms crossed on his chest.

“You hate my guts too!” Thomas barked and took a step forward.

“Well not anymore!” Newt copied him and then they were standing in each other’s personal bubble and everything was hot and frustrating and Thomas wanted to punch his lights out so bad, but he grabbed his shirt instead and mashed their mouths together.

There was not even a fraction of second of hesitation on Newt’s end. He grabbed Thomas’ head between his hands and immediately deepened the kiss like he was drowning and Thomas was the only air supply, licking into his mouth so insistently and pulling them together from head to toe, every part of their body touching. Thomas couldn’t breathe but he didn’t even want to, falling into the same frenzy, the same heat and rhythm of tasting, tasting, tasting and more, more, more.

“You just piss me off so much,” Newt was growling against his lips, biting and sucking in between the words. “You always have your way to press all my buttons like you have manual somewhere-,”

“Oh come on,” Thomas pulled Newt’s hand that insistently grabbed his butt away, imprisoning it in a steel grip. “You think you’re hard to read, you spoiled brat?”

“Yes, I am,” Newt struggled to break free and succeeded after a moment, immediately returning his hand on the spot Thomas wanted to keep him from. He even squeezed as if in victory. “You were bloody begging me yesterday to tell you why I frenched you in the trailer-,”

“Begging?!”

“You were pleading-!” Newt devoured his mouth again and Thomas found himself pressed against the wall again but now with Newt’s knee between his thighs, pressing up, making him whine. “You wanted to know, you needed to know what’s going on, you were so cute-,”

“Jesus, I hate you so much,” Thomas struggled against the hold but he only made the friction more insistent and instead of a curse a moan escaped his lips, only to be swallowed by Newt’s mouth closing over his again.

“You don’t mean that,” Newt purred into his ear once he moved his lips to Thomas’ neck, biting it with an obvious intent to leave a mark. “You actually like me, don’t you~.”

Thomas, to his own horror and maybe also relief, realized that he actually did like the guy. And to add to his even worse revelation – it was Newt who he fancied – the foul mouthed and frustrating brat rather than the all likable Isaac persona he was using.

He decided to keep it to himself.

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

O D D N U M B E R S

EM YOU ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH THANK YOU!! X’D

1: Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

None of them work on my computer but I have a feeling when I get a phone, it’ll be Spotify.

3: what color are your eyes?

The most boring shade of brown you could possibly imagine! :D

5: what is your relationship status?

Ahhhhh single but I also have a crush so I can’t see anyone else in a romantic way??? AHHHH HELP??????

7: what color hair do you have?

Dark brown.

9: where do you shop?

Target/Kmart/Big W… we’re pooooor. XD

11: favorite social media account

YA LOOKIN AT IT :D for real tho I gotta stop wasting my life on this gotdamn website

13: any siblings?

Yeah. An asshole big brother. I hate him. :)))

15: favorite snapchat filter?

Never had a snapchat, no idea. XD

17: how many times a week do you shower?

Pretty much all 7 days. Occasionally I only shower every other day, especially when The Depression is kicking my ass. But I normally shower at LEAST 4 days a week.

19: shoe size?

21: sandals or sneakers? 

SNEAKERS. God I hAtE sandals with a fiery passion. >:(((

23: describe your dream date

adopting a shelter dog :D Getting take out and curling up on the couch watching a movie or show.

25: what color socks are you wearing?

Not wearing any. Too hot.

27: do you have a job? what do you do?

Not yet!! But we should be moving back home this year and I’m going to get one then!! :DDDD

29: whats the worst thing you have ever done?

I used to be on another site. I left that site to dedicate all my time to this one (abusive) friend, and I left all my other friends on there with only a mediocre explanation for 9 months of silence. I was in a bad place mentally and wasn’t thinking too clearly, but I still feel guilty to this day. I apologized to all of them and explained myself after I left that bad friend but it was never the same again and honestly I don’t blame them for not trusting me again. I wish I’d never done it.

31: 3 favorite boy names

Uhhhhhhhh I really don’t know? Aaron, Ben, Zephyr??????? First three that pop to mind, don’t even know if I really like them or not. XD

33: favorite actor?

T E R R Y  C R E W S :DDDD

35: who is your celebrity crush?

Don’t have one.

37: do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

YES!! Tho I do have a bad attention span when I’m bored so only books I really enjoy grab me. My all-time favourite book is Bird by Crystal Chan. It’s beautiful.

39: do you have a nickname? what is it?

Matt and Math(s) mostly! :D My parents call me Bubba bc I’m the baby of the family. XD 

41: top 10 favorite songs

(in no paticular order)

Favourite song ever

Coward

Somebody Else

Take me to Church

God Put a Smile on Your Face

Light

Mr. Blue Sky

Dust and Light

Give It Up

Gorgeous

43: what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Dry AF with brief and confusing bouts of Grima Wormtongue. XD

45:how many kids do you want?

Me??? A responsible parent who wouldn’t accidentally fuck up their child’s life??? *hysterical laughter* Idk. Depends on how future-me is and if my partner wants kids, I guess??

47: what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

Small!! Big houses just mean more cleaning. Besides, I like feelin cozy n my parents do to. XD

49: what was the last compliment you received?

I can’t remember? Not that it was that long ago, I just tend to disregard compliments?? bc I don’t think I deserve them?? I mean don’t get me wrong I love them and appreciate them and they’re super nice but.. idk, I don’t let them soak in. :’)

51: how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

………………………………………………………………….. 14. i wAS HOMESCHOOLED AND DIDN’T HAVE ACCESS TO THE INTERNET AND WAS BASICALLY COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTACT FROM THE WORLD AND REALITY OKAY SHUT UP. X’D

53: opinion on smoking?

If you wanna slowly and painfully kill yourself, it’s your choice, go nuts. But don’t do it around me bc my lungs flat out don’t work at the best of times. (fun fact but I actually blackmailed/guilted/manipulated my Granddad into stopping smoking when I was 6 lmao.)

55: what is your dream job? 

Waiter at a li’l cafe thing I used to go to when I was little. Also, author! :D

57: do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

……………. ye. :) XD I know they won’t reuse them so I may as well have ‘em.

59: do you smile for pictures?

Yeah but I look stupid. XD

61: have you ever peed in the woods?

Multiple times. XD

63: do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Neither. My brain doesn’t let me eat fast food. The only thing I can eat from there = chips/fries.

65: what do you wear to bed?

My birthday suit. 👀 (occasionally just briefs… but mostly nothing lmao)

67: what are your hobbies?

Writing. Walking. Daydreaming. Doodling. Playing with animals. Playing Pokemon. And watching Netflix atm. :D

69: do you play an instrument?

NO BUT I WANNA LEARN!! :D

71: tea or coffee?

TEA!!

73: do you want to get married?

I really don’t care either way??? So it’d depend entirely on what my partner wanted, I’d be happy to do anything for them. a lightning bolt might strike me at the holy alter tho just a warning XD

75: are you going to change your last name when you get married?

Again, it’d depend on what my partner wanted. But I guess I’d prefer not to? Or I could hyphenate the names?? :D

77: do you miss anyone right now?

Yep.

79: do you believe in ghosts?

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY!!!

81: last person you called?

Can’t remember.

83: regular oreos or golden oreos?

I’ve only ever had regular ones so I can’t really say! :D

85: what shirt are you wearing?

I’m not wearing one. Too hot. I’m wearing my binder tho (even tho I should really be bc it’s too hot and I can’t breathe properly lmao) and it’s black. :D

87: are you outgoing or shy?

I guess I’m shy? But really I’m just socially anxious. XD With people I know, I’m more outgoing.

89: do you like your neighbors?

I like the ones on our left, they’re a nice old couple.

91: have you ever been high?

No. I’ve had close people in my family addicted to drugs. Not even gonna go there.

93: last thing you ate?

BANANA CHIPS. :D🍌

95: summer or winter?

WINTER WINTER WINTER GOD I HATE SUMMER SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAA

97: dark, milk, or white chocolate?

Yes! :D

99: what is your zodiac sign

Pisces!

WHEW. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING, EM!! XD :’D

[jincherie]

🌱- so I might need to send this in parts. I believe in ghosts and demons. Have seen them since I can remember and I attract negative energy. I’m staying at my friends apartment and I worked up the courage to tell her something I thought would be a good Halloween story. Now what I planned to say was very much real. I just have seen this since I can remember so I wasn’t as bothered by it so I wanted to scare her you know? I didn’t expect the reply she gave me..

🌱- so I said “you know what in the spirit of Halloween I’m going to share something spooky with you about your apartment” and she said “you’ve seen the man too” with a smile. It wasn’t a question it was a statement, and indeed I did see the man. I woke up(I always wake at 3am every single night if I’m not already up) and I saw a figure standing in her room, not odd since at night we see things sometimes especially after waking up. Though this apparition didn’t fade in the slightest ..

🌱- I saw a tall skinny man standing in front of her window/door since she lives in a studio where the bedroom is the entire space and the kitchen is just in a corner and so is the bathroom. I thought it was my imagination, my “just woke up” vision. Though I blinked and it only seemed to get clearer, so I sat up and stared at it and just rubbing my eyes and that’s when details started becoming visible. A young man wearing a jacket with a T shirt, jeans and converse (style wise) shoes..

🌱- so I kept staring and even reached to grab my phone, I heard the floor creek so I froze and saw the figure sway lightly which made my stomach drop. Though I wasn’t afraid? I didn’t get a menacing feeling, I got one of confusion. Though I eventually gripped my phone and turned the flash light on and shown it but there wasn’t anything there, my friend stayed asleep but since then I wake up sitting up or wake up from the motion of sitting up and last night my foot was grabbed and yanked..

🌱- so obviously I’m more worried now, last night the feeling I got from whatever lingers here is nothing but anger. I felt unsafe I actually wanted to just leave the apartment, I ignored it and went to sleep just to have the blankets ripped from me and my foot grabbed. Hair, my friends hair, was also tightly wrapped around my foot too. (Tons of strands) it was wrapped up until my ankle and it was enough for me to grip it and rip it off and toss it on the floor. I don’t have a good feeling

🌱- so I’m currently sitting in bed next to her and she nudges me and I ignore her and she whispers “do you see it?” And I freeze. I heard creaks and noises once all the lights turned out but I ignored it and I looked up and sure enough it was there. Literally not even an hour after I messaged you and I looked down and she started laughing because she started turning the flashlight on and off and it disappeared only to reappear every single time. I’m so fucking scared.

ALRIGHT HERE WE GO SO FIRST OF ALL, IM FUCKKNGIN SCREAMING,, SECOND OF ALL I WOULD ASK IF UR ALIVE BUT YOU’VE SENT OTHER ASKS SINCE THEN SO I DON’T NEED TO (U CAN’T SEND ASKS FROM THE GRAVE (PROBABLY??))

IDK WHETHER U WERE TELLIN THIS IN THE SPIRIT OF HALLOWEEN,, OR IF IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED, BUT FUCC THAT!!!!!! WOW!!!!! I WOULD HIGHTAIL IT!!! TF OUTTA THERE!!!!!!!! i’m not even that easily scared or unsettled but JFC NOPE,,,, NO THANK U,, NUH UH,,,,, NOPE

but jfc if that actually happened I’m pRAYING for ur friend wowowowow bye,,, and i hope things have gotten BETTER  aaaaaAAAAA

[pinkforyoongi]

Unrequited | Jungkook | part 1

Jungkook x reader

Angst, slight smut

Warnings: ^ “slight smut”

Word count: 1705

pt. 2

"(Y/N), can we talk?" Jungkook asks me as his hand wraps around my arm carefully. I sense the seriousness in his eyes as he pleads me to say yes, and I do.

"Sure."

"I mean... privately." he looks around the room full of people, indicating he wants to find a place a bit more private. Jimin’s party seemed to be a great success, as he said he wanted a lot of people to attend. He got what he wished for and now he was somewhere in the house, wasted out of his mind, like the rest of our friends were. 

I nod, unsurely and let him lead me to wherever he had in mind. The hand on my arm doesn't tighten enough to hurt me, but he keeps a firm grip to not lose me in the crowds of people. 

Soon enough, he leads me into a room empty of people and I let out a sigh. I didn't even know I needed to get away from everyone until I did.

After letting me in, he shuts the door behind him, locking it so no one comes in and sits down on the large bed with silky sheets on. He indicates for me to sit down next to him and I do. I look around the room and notice one window with expensive looking curtains and an elegant little chandelier hanging from the roof. There is a mirror on the other side of the bed, the side I'm sitting on, and I notice from the reflection how Jungkook is staring a me. I turn to look at him and furrow my brows, giving him a curious look. As if he was nervous, he places his hands on his thighs and looks down at them.

"So what's up?" I try to get rid of the tension. His eyes seem to flicker at my voice, but he lifts his head up and looks at me. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He let's out a nervous chuckle and I feel myself getting nervous as well.

"Can I be honest with you?" he asks, suspiciously confident.

"Of course."

I feel vulnerable under his intense stare and start to fiddle with the sleeves of my sweater.

"And... don't freak out, okay? Just hear me out." he builds my tension up with skill. This seems so out of character for him in a strange way. His usual playful side is gone and he seems very serious, which is of course not out of the ordinary, but this was different, very different.

"Okay, okay." I try to encourage him, but he only smirks at my obvious curiosity.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm actually very attracted to you." he confesses, all the while staring into my eyes. I feel as if my heart stops as I stare at him in shock and disbelief. Something doesn't feel right. For some reason, I feel like that was not it. I feel like there’s more. Jeon Jungkook wouldn't confess like this.

"But..?" I dare to speak, my voice coming out almost as a whisper. Something flicks in his eyes again, and I unintentionally hold my breath.

"But... not in a relationship kind of way." he licks his lips to wet them. I patiently wait for him to tell me something, anything to shine a light into his words and the meaning behind them.

"What I'm trying to say is I think we're very different. We wouldn't work as a couple and I think you know that too." he stops to wait for me to confirm his thoughts. I slowly nod.

"But there is still this undeniable attraction I have towards you. I hope this doesn't sound too creepy." he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. I shake my head vigorously, still in process of his words, but not wanting him to think I see him as some creep.

"N-no Jungkook. I think I understand what you mean." I smile shyly, not sure if it's a good moment to be playful yet. His head hangs low, but he peaks up at me with a smile on his lips as well. I feel like I have to say something more to fill the silence.

"This is very out of the blue, Jungkook." I giggle and look down, not being able to meet his eyes as his words still echo around my mind.

"I know, I just- I find you really sexy right now and I couldn't just hold it in." he chuckles nervously. I look down at my outfit and blush at his words. I nervously brush some invisible dust off my light blue ripped jeans, not knowing what to say or to do. Unexpectedly, his hand places itself gently on my upper thigh. I stop and look up at him, to find him already looking at me.

His eyes darken when I don't push his hand away. My breath hitches in my throat when he carefully starts to slide his hand up and down my thigh, all the while he intensely stares at me.

My breathing quickens just as his hand movements quicken and I can start to feel myself getting wetter by the minute. Jungkook's eyes flash down to my, lips, then back to my eyes, as if asking for permission. And I grant it to him as my eyes cast down to his lips too. He rather quickly leans in  and our lips slightly crash, making me let out an accidental moan. This only seems to excite him more, as he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue almost immediately into my mouth.

My hands lock around his neck as an instinct and I pull him closer to me. His hand still rubs my thigh, now incredibly close to my core, making it ache even more, yearning for his touch. 

Jungkook grabs the back of my other thigh and my body immediately reacts to him by lifting myself up enough for him to pull me on his lap, all without breaking the passionate yet hot kiss. His prominent hard on presses up against my core and he let's out a moan at the contact. My hands start to roam his messy hair as his are squeezing my backside. I grind against him once and he let's out another moan, making me smirk in process. 

"Don't tease me, (Y/N)." Jungkook groans unsatisfied. I take it as an invite to grind against him again, and again, until I'm full on riding his bulge. This time, he does not complain, but mutters incoherent curse words into the kiss instead. Jungkook's hands take a firm grip of my waist as he pulls away, breathless and stares into my eyes with lust in his. 

"You're teasing me too much." he smirks at me and then tugs on the hem of my sweater. I lift my hands up and let him undress me off the piece of clothing. It ends up somewhere on the floor, but neither of us waste no time to see where, as I'm already tugging on his shirt as well. He reluctantly pulls it over his head and throws it on the same pile where the rest of our clothes end up in a matter of minutes.

Breathless and sweaty, Jungkook slumps down on the mattress right next to me. We're both on our backs, staring at the ceiling fan, waiting for it to cool our hot skins down. I don't know how long we lay there, but eventually, Jungkook lifts himself up on his elbows and looks at me. A smile spreads on his tired lips and he leans forward to kiss my forehead. I let out a chuckle at his romantic antic.

"What are we?" I ask, still out of breath. He seems to hesitate, to think it over before he slumps back down on the bed.

"Friends? With benefits?" he suggests and chuckles.

"Friends with benefits." I repeat his words.

"The people seem to have calmed down a bit. We should just rest it off."

He proceeds to lay on his side and pulls me to his chest, my bare back touching his smooth abs. An arm snakes around my waist and he slightly snuggles his head into the crook of my neck, legs tangling with mine. I don't stop him from doing so, so he kisses my neck one more time, before bidding good night and closing his eyes.

I don't dare to move, to wake him up as I lay there, eyes wide open. My gaze only naturally drifts to the mirror again, straight in front of me this time. I stare at our reflection, Jungkook’s peaceful sleeping form and his messy hair. I had done that to him.

Not long ago, we had been normal best friends. Playful, comfortable and over all close. In a matter of minutes, when our lips had met the second Jungkook initiated that kiss, it had all changed. We could never go back to the same we had. We could never laugh like we used to. We could never look at each other the way we used to. Or at least I couldn't.

A tear falls down my cheek and lands on the silky pillow beneath my head. I can't pry my eyes away from the mirror. It's like my eyes were glued to the reflection in front of me. I look at myself, and see myself as a pathetic little girl, who took an opportunity she didn't think over. Instead of taking a rejection like she should have, she gave herself to the man she loved, but he didn't give himself back in return.

More tears stream down my face until I'm quietly sobbing, but I don't even care. Poor, broken, pitiful little girl. Helpless, blind, idiotic. All I was good at was hiding and lying about my feelings. I had gotten into this mess, and I was the only one to blame. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know I had caught feelings for him.

I feel dirty in my skin, not believing what I had done. If I just would have told him, this wouldn't have happened. Because after all, my love for him was unrequited.

AN: AAAAAAAAAA I tried something new so go easy on me I have never written anything smut-ish before ;-;

[honeylikewords]

(Also, David and his s/o have couples t-shirts that read "Bear with Me" with the image of two people wearing bear costumes. And David's s/o somehow managed to find a bear kigurumi that fit him. He says nothing when he unwraps it, but he always sees eager to break it out during the winter months)

AAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE!!!

the minute it’s september first, which is “fall” in david’s autumn and winter based mind, he’s in his bear suit. seven foot tall man, wandering through his house in a warm, fuzzy, super soft bear kigurumi. and it’s so cute. he is wearing gym socks and his suit and if his ears get cold he pulls the hood up

the behind has a little tail on it and his s/o bops the little tail and david giggles