#which always makes me feel bad because Now I feel like a huge Snob

[monster-noises]

I mean, there's most of me that is primarily looking for a Partner, someone to connect with and build a long term relationship.

But there is, at this point, at least a Bit of me, a slowly growing sliver

That would

At the very Least

Like someone to Match with me, on these godforsaken apps, who is very upfrontly like 'lets chat for a few days/ a week or two then go on a Date'

Cause like.. i've never Been on a fuckin Date Before Really.

And maybe I wanna know what it's Like. Maybe having a normal human experience, regardless of how it goes, would make me feel better about the whole..... Thing????? And maybe I would just enjoy it idk!

Maybe it would give me some insight, or the confidence to ask other guys on dates myself so i don't feel like i'm floundering around in the quietest corner of rhe metaphorical Room of the Apps all the time!! It would be cool!! To have even a Modicum of a connection I make from a Dating. App. To be even Remotely Interested in Dating!!!!

Don't get me wrong i've made at least two really great friends from matches on the apps, one of them i Do consider a best friend (hi hello you'll probably see this i hope you know who u are i lov u) but just!!!!

Any amount of Explicitly Forward Romantic Intent Would Be Nice.

I'd Like To Live On The Same Planet As Everyone Else And Experience Normal Human Things Just One Time In My Life Maybe. Perchance. Perhaps. If At All Possible.

And I Knoooooooooooooooow I know that the apps are Bad and I knoooooooow the far superior method is to engage with community activities that would contain like minded people. But my GOD I don't have the time or developed social skills for that! As much as I would Love to!!!

I am Aware.

But that's not the pooooint. That's not the Point.

The point is

I guess

I would just like someone to maybe someday express explicit interest in and attraction too me, and to act on that on Anyway, like it seems Everyone Else Gets To Do, even just a little bit for once.

[anaktoria-of-the-moon]

I touched on essentially this topic in the tags of a recent reblog, and my issues are broadly thus:

Maas reuses mythological names and terms with very, very little respect for their origins. That isn’t necessarily a fatal flaw. However, firstly, she has enough experience and success by now that this particular habit is something she surely now has the time and resources to improve. Secondly, I feel that she ought to improve it because, being as popular as she is, she is now a gateway for many of her readers into some of these cultures from which she’s borrowing; she's doing those readers a disservice by giving them highly inaccurate first impressions of what the original namesakes are like.

Take nagas. In Maas’s world, these are depicted as fully humanoid, highly malevolent fae monsters with scaly skin. Real nagas are either divine or semi-divine, regal, and powerful, and - though they can be deadly to mortals - they range from beneficial to neutral toward mortal designs. Most importantly, they’re always at least half serpent in appearance (i.e., no bipedalism). One naga in particular was instrumental in Vishnu’s creation of the world, and there is a line of the kshatriya caste today who claims descendance from nagas. All this to say: I’m not saying you only ought to depict nagas as good guys in fiction, but come on, there’s such a gulf of difference between “throwaway evil, entirely man-shaped scaly forest monster” and “massively powerful and intelligent demigod with a snake body” that I don’t understand why you’d bother to use the naga label to begin with.*

Suriels in Maas’s world are similarly depicted as ugly, evil humanoid fae who have little role in the narrative beyond delivering convenient plot info to Feyre whenever she captures one (and the way she captures them is such an insult to their lore, in-world or otherwise; you’re telling me to take seriously a monster who’s foiled by a teenaged mortal with bit of dead chicken?). Suriel (just the one Suriel, not plural) in actual Judaic mythology was one of the few named angels (and thus we can surmise he was probably pretty important and powerful within angelic hierarchy); he was neither evil (well, disregarding the fairly non-canonical bit in Enoch about lusting after mortal women, but that’s a separate thing) nor corpse-like in appearance, and his canon doesn’t suggest anything regarding Maas’s device about being forced to answer mortal questions truthfully, at least as far as I know. So again, with this little similarity to the pre-established entity from real-world religion, why bother to use the same name at all?*

*(Probably because the names sound cool, but frankly, that’s bad writing. The point of using names and words is to communicate via their common meaning, and if you throw away almost any semblance of that previously established common meaning then you’re undoing the whole aim of language in the first place.)

Am I also suggesting that certain authors owe it to audiences to write well? Yes I am. Don’t get me wrong: Some books are simply good, trashy, meaningless fun, and writers have every right to produce those, and readers have every right to unconditionally enjoy them. I am not saying Maas (or writers in general) can’t or shouldn’t produce poor writing at all. I am saying that because she has become such a popular and seemingly admired author, she now owes it to her readership to improve the general quality of her work beyond what it currently is. I do in fact fully believe that one is obligated to (at least try to) lead by example through competent work once one has acquired a sufficiently great reputation.

Does this also make me a snob and also a huge nerd and a pedant and a spoilsport? Yep. Sorry. But what else did you expect on Tumblr, really? 💀

So, I have a question. I am planning a new series with following a certain mythology. I know a lot of readers drag sjm through the mud about stealing names from mythologies (including myself), like the names of gods/goddess & places, and not coming up with none on her own.

How should I combat that?

Is it a tad bit better to come up with all new names and places but keep the mythology lore?

I am trying to avoid being like sjm. (Also, I am asking a bunch of other tumblrs this question so you might see it around).

Hi anon!

So for me personally I don't really care about her "ripping off" mythology, nor do I think that's really a thing? Storytelling is as old as humanity itself; some myths are going to be retold over and over. That being said I have seen some people getting upset about this because they're from a certain background/culture and they feel Sarah is misusing their holidays/mythical creatures and whatnot. For example a few months back I saw a post by a pagan who was offended by how Sarah portrayed Calanmai because that's a legitimate holiday she celebrates irl and she felt Sarah warping a real holiday she celebrates was offensive. So there *are* legitimate criticisms made in good faith by some people. I just am not one of those people who particularly focuses on that type of thing.

But I do take issue with Sarah stealing exact quotes and original characters/creations from other modern writers and passing them off as her own, though. So I would simply suggest you avoid stealing exact lines from other movies/books. That's all I really have to offer, I'm afraid.

[hiccanna-tidbits]

HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 3, DAY 3 - STEAMPUNK AU

BEHOLD! I finally came up with a plot for the steampunk AU that’s been floating around in my head for a cool minute now!!! I always wanted to do something with this AU (because HELLO, Hiccup invents??? And the setting is just cool af???) but I could never figure out anything that seemed like a fresh or interesting take on it, and I could never figure out what I wanted Anna to do in a steampunk AU XD

THEN it suddenly came to me, and I was like “OMG??? Hospitality work???” Like it would be PERFECT for someone with her kinda friendly personality, especially in a world of flying hotels--big variety of tasks, lots of interesting people (even if many are snobs), good views, etc. Also my friend Dave and I were talking about a baker!Anna AU a while back...which somehow worked its way in here, of all places XD

Partly inspired by this post, since dragons of any sort (mechanical or not) would very definitely cause air traffic problems in any world with lots of aircrafts XD Also me??? Turning a ship month post into a scathing satire of hypercapitalistic societies??? More likely than you think!!!

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

***

Anna, a young worker on an airship resort, hasn't quite found her life's direction yet. As is, she tries to do everything, jumping back and forth between copiloting, helping to decorate fancy cakes in the kitchens, cleaning rich peoples' cabins, and occasionally keeping the peace with her trusty zap gun--only as needed, of course. It's a good job, and it gets her up in the sky admiring some stellar views of the city, but she can't help but feel like she wants more.

Then she hears concerned whispers in the pilots' cabin, rumors of some young, up-and-coming inventor who's wreaking all kinds of air traffic havoc with his hand-crafted, enormous mechanical dragons, supposedly built entirely out of rusty gears and trashed parts. Although Anna knows great metal dragons interfering with the air hotel's pre-determined flight path is bad for business, she can't bring herself to feel the same disdain for the mysterious young man that her boss and coworkers do. The metal dragons can't even breathe fire, really, and they don't go around eating people with their huge metal maws, so that's something. As far as Anna can tell, the worst they do is get in the way.

And get in the way they do. One fateful day, the airship captain doesn't alter his flight path fast enough. The dragon in front of them, a rickety, ancient thing leaking steam from every crevice, moves out of their way about as quickly as an zeppelin whose back propellers are barely bothering. In the moments right before the explosion, Anna makes reluctant peace with the fact that the legacy she is leaving behind will be that of a stressed-out, directionless hotel worker.

She wakes up somewhere sunny. At first, she wonders if she's made it to an idyllic afterlife--somewhere with grass and meadows and butterflies and other things that just aren't very accessible anymore. That is, until she sees a wide glass dome above her head, and feels a cot underneath her.

When she sits up, she realizes she's on a platform above a vast, tiled room filled with all sorts of contraptions, dials, machines, clockwork gears, and glowing coils. As well as the workshop seems to be functioning, it doesn't look particularly polished or upkept. Weeds and tree sprouts seem to be poking up out of every crack, like whatever crew who would usually pull unwanted plants decided to take a permanent vacation.

Not that Anna minds. It's nice to see some green, after the sleek, polished whites, silvers, and creamy browns of the resort.

And then in walks a frazzled young man, fussing over some tiny doohickey with the gears out of place. He puts it down and lifts his goggles, and she gets a good look at the man who must've saved her--shrimpy, disheveled brown hair, green eyes, lots of freckles. A DIY clockwork leg in place of a real one, the original limb probably lost in some kind of factory accident. He introduces himself has Hiccup Haddock--a rather anticlimactic name for someone who's been stirring up so much trouble in the city, Anna thinks. He tells her the rest of the hotel staff and patrons are fine--the inventor arrived on a much faster dragon just in time to evacuate them all. (“Poor Old Gray--he was on his last leg. Figured it wouldn't be too long before he went up in smoke--er, steam, I guess.”) Most of the guests were out for the day, hitting tourist traps all over town, so luckily the amount of people on the airship wasn't enormous.

Anna wonders if Hiccup carried her out of the blast, and wonders why the thought is making her blush.

Hiccup, it turns out, runs an automaton rehabilitation of sorts. He makes broken machines run again, sometimes having to cobble together dozens of spare parts and practically start from scratch. The dragons were a side passion project of sorts, made out of everything that wouldn't fit anywhere else. Well...a side passion project that apparently got very out of hand. Anna wonders if he has some sort of dragon-cloner, or if these mechanical dragons are somehow able to reproduce.

He says his family was in the weapon business, but Hiccup never had much interest in fancy guns and laser shooters (Anna thanks her lucky stars that at least one of them is comfortable using a zap gun) and was more interested in society's rejects. Everything mocked, bullied, and dismissed, just as he had once been on the schoolyard and at his soulless first job designing blasters for his father. The blueprints never worked quite right--probably, Anna figured, because his heart didn't seem to be in it.

Eventually, he says, he did make a blaster design that worked. It would've been the proudest moment of his life--had he not seen his very blaster being used to mow down rows upon rows of rebelling servant automatons at a citywide protest. After that, he decided he'd rather use his knack for tech and designs to fix things rather than destroy them.

Over the next few days, the hotel patrons and staff leave Hiccup's workshop one by one. Back to their vacations, off to the resort headquarters to get stationed at a new airship hotel. (All grudgingly agree not to snitch about Hiccup's many unlicensed dragons, considering he did save their lives.) Not Anna, though.

It turns out Hiccup could use someone to fly his dragons around the city, collecting thrown-out metals and wires and defunct automatons. Just as good of views as she could get from any airship, Anna figures. Besides, he has a complicated-looking device that can somehow make much better coffee than Anna ever got in the resort staff's breakroom. It turns out a zap gun-slinger well-versed in both cake-decorating and the tourist elite, and with no less than 3/4 of an airship pilot's license, might be exactly what Hiccup needs.

And so their adventure begins, living up to Hiccup's reputation as the biggest nuisance in town and saving every downtrodden automaton they can get their hands on. But this new path for Anna is not without its dangers; Skyway Cloudside Resorts is searching for someone to sue for the massive property damage of one of their best locations exploding--and without anyone even inside to collect life insurance on! The fines Corporate has to pay for the lost hotel are no laughing matter, and the rumors that one of their ex-workers is now on the side of the geek responsible only makes them crankier.

It's a perilous cat-and-mouse game, but Hiccup and Anna are not a team to be trifled with. In the end, they can always outwit even the most cunning of Skyway's sleazy attorneys.

They find that together, they can do anything.

[ruthiesrambles2]

Ohhh, I like the look of the fic writer ask game, all the questions are soooo good! Can you answer the following? 3, 4, 5, 15 (No More Lies), 18, 20

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

I got tempted in by all things Mel/Ruth. It was actually Brakenight that brought me to reading Snowpiercer fanfic but MelRuth that got me writing. I read pretty much everything tagged for them starting with E fics and working my way down because I am, unfortunately, a simp for them. In terms of writing I very much aspire to write like @train-pirate who appears to be physically unable to miss.

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

My one and only bookmark is actually a Motherland: Fort Salem fic. I would never ever have chosen to read it because it's a complete AU and kinda trauma heavy. But someone recommended it and I ended up bingeing all 94,000 words in one day.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35173792/chapters/87638206

This one is so freaking good (brakenight but not canon:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38123920?view_full_work=true

And I'm never getting over @gohoubi 's traumatised Ruth in Sesshoku:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33024361

(I don't really have any overall favourites so I'm just trying to pick ones I love that I haven't recommended before)

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Ooooh. Poor sentence construction. I'm not trying to be a snob but it completely pulls me back to reality if I have to spend time working out what the author meant. Typos and the odd grammar mistake is fine but I have to really convince myself to keep reading if I struggle with someone's prose.

Also obvious self-insert in the form of OCs or first person perspective. I would probably only read those when absolutely desperate for content.

15. Tell the author your favorite fic of theirs. What’s your (the author’s) favorite fic you’ve written?

Hey thanks! No More Lies is one of my least favourite and very much feels like a chore to work on, so I'm really really glad you enjoy it.

Gonna out myself and say my favourite fic I wrote was. Bendthecanon one, The Bad Nights.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38340679

Also got a soft spot for my rarepairs Ruth/Asha (https://archiveofourown.org/works/40093056)

and Ruth/Boki (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38401711)

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

Oh god so many. In terms of unpublished, I have one called Dear Melanie which I have wanted to write forever. But I every time I try and write more I just end up deleting more! I can't get the tone right. Also my Snowpiercer poetry, mostly Ruth's but some others. Some days I like it and some days I have to force myself not to delete it.

At the minute No More Lies is in this category too but I do hope I can start writing it again soon.

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Dopamine hits when people actually read them. Which I know is unhealthy especially as I'm not a very popular author and the MelRuth circle is quite small these days.

But also the initial idea and writing little scenes in my head. Actually typing them up spoils it, but whilst it's still in my head it's so exciting.

Thank you so much for asking 😊😊 please make yourself known, I'm always up for DMs about this sort of stuff x

[bill-y]

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Peeta mellark x male reader

We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part one: Over there, buddy

Part two:You’re here right now. :)

Part three: Click here, pepperoni salami.

Wattpad account: L0calxDumbass

I separated with Gale and Katniss for a while, telling them I needed air. I sighed, leaping from branch to branch in the thicket of trees. Bread, not just bread, baker's bread. If I'm lucky I could get just enough squirrels for the baker, he had a taste for it but his wife was much of a witch, so he only buys it when she's not around.

I remembered how she found me stealing some burnt bread from the trashcan. I looked at her with wide eyes, frozen, I thought I was going to die, stealing was punishable for death, after all. But she just let me go, screaming about her frustration of Seams picking through her trash.

I got bread that day either way.

I landed on a sturdy branch, spotting a squirrel on the tree adjacent to me; it was quite huge, I'm sure he'd love this. Let's just hope the witch isn't home by the time I give this to him.

I crouched down, still as a statue as I watched the squirrel run up and down the tree. I pulled out the thin, glistening dagger, unwrapping its course, leather bindings, which became a makeshift thin rope. I felt my eyes unconsciously widen,  watching the squirrel's movements.

My arm aimed, then with a simple flick, the dagger whistled through the air. The small creature was then pinned to the bark of the tree through its eyes. The dagger's blade was thin enough to not damage anything when aimed right.

I pulled on the rope, the blade coming back, dragging the animal carcass with it. A small smile tugged on my face, I can get bread.

Kunal was surely panicking, he was the type to worry about the smallest of things. He once stepped on a cat's tail, Buttercup, Primrose's cat and he bawled, nobody could calm him down. Until he was offered food, that is.

I chuckled at the memory, slowly pulling the blade off the head of the squirrel. I held it in my hands victoriously, a grin on my face. I whistled a small 3 tone song, the chirping mocking birds falling silent before they imitated the tone.

After meeting up, we went back home, passing by the Hob. It was sort of a black market, where coals are transported directly to trains. I disliked it here, the amount of coal dust always bothered me, so when I come here I tend to cover my nose.

We managed to trade six of the fish for good bread, the other two for some salt. The lady who sells soup, the one that always glares at me because I've insulted her soup on multiple occasions, Greasy Sae: took half the greens we gathered, along with the dead dog meat that she calls "beef".

That's why I hate her soups, though it's not like I have much of an option, we can't afford luxury here. Unlike those obnoxious, entitled, privileged people in the Capitol. My jaw clenched at the mere thought of those scums.

We finish our business on the market, so we went to the mayor's house, who was particularly fond of strawberries. We knocked on the back door, his daughter, Madge opening it for us.

She's in Katniss and I's year sits beside us at almost every event because we don't really have groups of friends. For being the mayor's daughter you'd expect her to be an entitled brat or maybe a snob, but she was alright, she kept to herself.

I like that, I hate noisy people, They'll scare away the game, that and I've never really liked loud noises. I still remember the explosions in the mines, it was traumatizing, even though my father didn't meet death there. I really wished he had.

Madge didn't wear her usual attire, instead, she wore an expensive white dress, her blonde hair up with a pink ribbon. Reaping clothes. I felt my face scrunch up, that day was supposed to be a form of celebration. It's more of a way for the capitol to show who's in control.

We were being punished for the crimes of the people who failed, disguised as some form of celebration. It's disgusting.

"Pretty dress," Gale complimented. Madge shoots him a look, trying to see if it's genuine or if he was just being ironic. It was a pretty dress, but it was a waste.

She smiled, "Well, if I'm going to the Capitol, I want to look nice, don't I?"

I clenched my jaw, "But you won't be going to the Capitol," I said coolly, my voice monotone. My eyes landed on a small, circular pin on her dress. Real gold. The testament to the fact that she probably won't be chosen. "You probably have five entries, compared to us, that's a blessing."

"That's not her fault," Katniss said. Madge looked slightly hurt, probably because I've never really spoken my thoughts to her, I try my best to be polite when she engages a conversation with me.

"I know," I responded plainly. Madge smiled towards me, though it was clear it wasn't exactly genuine. She then handed the money for the berries. She looked towards Katniss "Good luck, Katniss"

"You too," She responded.

We walked toward the Seam, I can't help but feel angry. Her? Going to the Capitol? What a joke. When you're twelve your name gets put in the pile once, thirteen twice then so on. Up until your eighteen, where your name is entered seven times.

But the thing is, the rich have an advantage. You can enter your name willingly in the pile when you're starving in exchange for some tesserae. I had been doing this since I was twelve, having entered my name 3 times, for my mother, brother and myself.  Every year following suite, it has always been like this.

Now at the age of 16, I've entered my name twenty times, same with Katniss. Gale was in even greater danger, with a number of forty-two.

And she'll be the tribute this year? It can happen but it's deadly slim. I knew Gale felt the same way, listening to him rant about tesserae in the woods with Katniss was enough confirmation, along with the fact that I join in on the rants. Always end it with a promise to destroy the Capitol, somehow.

But what good does that do us?

Gale, Katniss and I divide our spoils, though it wasn't really the evenest distribution.  Gale got more, understandably since he has more mouths to feed.

"See you guys in the square," Katniss said, Gale nodded, "Wear something pretty," he joked.

I decided to stop by the bakery, by then the witch should be home but I took my chances. There was Mr Mellark, sitting outside, watching the pigs. He saw me from the corner of his eye, he grinned. "Greyback!' he called.

"Mr Mellark, still up for some squirrel?" I ask, holding the fat one up. He nodded, "You're lucky my wife isn't here, yet. Hold on, I'll get the bread for Kunal," he said, rushing inside.

I walked to the backdoor of the bakery so that he wouldn't trouble himself that much. I waited awkwardly outside, looking at a small bird fluttering about. I whistled, holding my finger out.

The bird landed on my finger, making me smile. From the corner of my eye, I saw a boy, blonde, stocky. Could probably kill me, if I'm being honest. Even though I was fast, I wasn't strong.

Soon enough, the bird flew away with the arrival of the baker, with a loaf of sweet, savoury bread, hot from the oven. "Here you go, Greyback."

I nodded, handing him the squirrel. "Oh!" he hummed, "Have you met my son, Peeta?" he asked, a smile on his face, "You're in the same year, yes?"

I didn't know what to say. Sure, I know him but I don't know that well him that well. My eyes travelled to the boy, who simply waved and briskly walked away. "I don't think so," I answered.

"I better be going, Mr Mellark. Nal needs his favourite bread after all," I said, flashing a small smile before I left. A small pit of dread boiled in my stomach, something bad is going to happen.

But then again, it's Reaping day, nothing good ever happens.

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Silva's Revenant

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Chapter 5

“Look at them smiling.”

Your lips turned upside down hearing Yami. He is on his way out. Wait, didn’t they all leave earlier? Why is he still here?

“Are you eavesdropping?” You asked, gaping at him.

Yami laughed, “I just passed by and I heard you insulting each other.”

“Mind your own business, foreigner.”

You realized Silva’s favorite nickname for Yami hasn’t changed at all.

“Don’t be such a snob, Mr. Royalty. Y/N is here, be kind.” Yami touts.

You scoffed whilst shaking your head at the two as Nozel is busy glaring to a smirking Yami. The scene brought nostalgia to your heart. It was a kind of feeling that in this moment only, everything seems the same for all these years.

“Begone forever, foreigner.” Silva remarks.

“This will take long. I’ll leave first to leave you two lovebirds.” You turned and walked away.

A smile formed to your lips as you heard him, “Shut up, you idiot.”

“Stop calling Y/N an idiot. She’s not an idiot. You are the stupid one.” You heard Yami defend you.

“What? You are defending her? You foreigner, why?” The arrogance speaks clearly in his tone.

The last thing you heard is Yami laughing so loud, that you decided to totally leave the two. Next morning, you were at your room as you received tons of papers to read. It is the missions that shall be passed to you by the squad captains.

Yami gave you five missions as you wished. It made you smile. Charlotte, Rill, Kaiser, William and Jack all gave you three missions. Fuegoleon gave you two missions, which are all only relatively easy missions. It made you frown and confused. Your captain told you that you aren’t going to be given any as you are still a part of the squad instead she will send missions for me.

You scanned and flipped the pages again but a certain squad isn’t in one of the papers.

The building didn’t change as you looked around. Some senior magic knights quickly recognized you, they looked perplexed seeing you at the place. You must find his office faster. People might think of something and gossip about it!

The magic knight wasn’t clear that you were lost for minutes trying to figure it out. A huge door with royal guards side by side confirmed for you that it is indeed Nozel Silva’s office. You were about to strut your way when you realized something.

“What am I doing here casually?” You mumbled to yourself. The talk last night made you at ease so easily, you wanted to hit your head but that would make you look crazy. This ain’t it, you thought.

“What’s your business?” A royal guard asked you.

You sheepishly smile, “I do-”

“Why? Who’s there?” Nebra appeared to the other side of the hallway. She shifted her gaze from the royal guard to yours.

Now, what are the odds?

Nebra’s cold gaze drilled to your eyes, it almost made you look away. Almost. You smiled a little acknowledging her presence before you. It was not received well as you can conclude based on her unchanging gaze.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her eyes scrutinizing.

“I need to talk to Captain Nozel.” You managed to answer.

She rolled her eyes at you, “Didn’t Solid tell you to not even try coming near him?”

“Nebra, this is not personal. This is for a mission.”

“Mission?” She scoffed, “He is the captain of Silver Eagle and you are in a different squad, how could he care about your mission?”

“You won’t understand.” You are perplexed.

“Don’t use those words on me!” Nebra yelled.

The raise in her voice took you aback. This person in front of you became a close friend to you. The shared memories you had, good or bad, resonated to your mind.

“Nebra…”

“What?! Don’t come near my brother, or there will be serious consequences. I am not kidding, Y/N.”

“Neb-”

“Nebra Silva.” A low but full of authority voice said. Your eyes shifted to the owner and saw an emotionless look as he stared down to his sister. Nebra slowly looked up, suddenly felt like she was washed by cold water, she stood straight and her clasped hands in her front.

“Nozel-nii sama.”

This is bad.

“What are you saying?” Nozel asked, his expression unfazed. His eyes turned into slits, eyebrows were furrowed, and a deep frown on his lips. He looks angry.

“I was just-”

“I need to discuss something, Captain Nozel. If you don’t mind I am in a hurry today.” You cutted off.

You exactly know how Nozel gets mad. He is collected all the time, but not when his emotions are at peak especially when he is flaring. He lost all the logical reasons, and acted based on his emotions. The reason why his younger siblings always avoid him getting mad.

He turned to you, still glaring but not that intense.

“Come to my office.” His voice sounds cold.

Nebra turned glaring at you. Nozel walked back inside his office, leaving the door open. You looked away from Nebra and followed Nozel inside.

“Make sure it’s just business, or else…” You heard Nebra mumbled before you went inside.

Nozel is behind his table, the build of his back welcomes you. You went all the way in stopping in front of his table. The silence is as eerie and as uncomfortable. It made you uneasy. You remained standing, not making a move at all.

You heard him exhale, “What do you want to discuss?”

“I checked the documents earlier, and you forgot to give the missions.” You paused, trying to read him through his back but it seems he made a wall, “Captain Nozel.”

“I didn’t forget,” You heard him chuckling humorlessly, “I really didn’t give any.”

What?

“You need to pass a mission to me, Captain Nozel.” You said, still level headed.

“Do I?” He turned to you, “Do I really?”

You sighed, “Captain Nozel, this was already discuss in the conference yesterday.”

His lips are on a thin line. You don’t understand why he is making a big deal out of this. Nevertheless, you are sure that he is not unreasonable but stubborn and this attitude is making you question him.

“Captain No- What?” You asked, when he suddenly walked around the table and his eyes pierced yours. The loud beating in your chest made you hold onto it.

“Do you badly want to avoid me?”

“What?”

He stopped in front of you, with a meter away from you. You eased a little at the distance. Atleast he is giving you space but what? Avoid?

“Don’t fool me. I know you are only taking this because you want to stay away.” His voice is dripped with acid, and it is unknowingly clenching your heart.

He stepped forward and you were alarmed that you stepped back away from him. You glanced at him and you saw pain and anguish in his eyes. You cleared your throat and composed yourself again, innocence at your face again as if you weren’t alarmed at the close proximity with him.

Nozel was silent and his eyes didn't wanna leave you alone! This is frustrating that I cannot even look at him!

“I don’t know what…” You gulped, “You are talking about.”

He scoffed, “I am just calling you an idiot, but I am not calling you that because you are so stop acting like you are.”

“Why are we even talking about this, Nozel? I just want the mission!” You said, bursting due to the emotions that you are suppressing and did not wanna show to him at all. You will shout and then leave. That’s your plan.

You saw anger in his eyes. The narrow purple eyes of his, turned into slits. You cannot almost not see his eyeballs. But you are determined to get away from the conversation and his piercing gaze can’t stop you.

“I cannot believe you are bringing up something so irrelevant in this conversation. This is so unprofessional. If you will insist, I have no choice but to tell the Magic Emperor about the mission.” You turned back and started walking out, “I’ll expect the missions till the end of this day and I can tell you I wont te- Agh!”

You were about to pull the door but a gripped pulled you back and pushed you to a wall beside the door. You were met with a different Nozel Silva unlike earlier, this time his eyes are soft but still in pain.

“I-I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” His voice is quiet to your ears. The next thing you know, his forehead is on your shoulder.

“Nozel…”

“I apologized.” He whispered, “Please, don’t leave again.”

It’s like a slice in a gut. The water worked its way on your eyes, as Nozel is still on your shoulder. His arms slid on your waist pulling you closer. He is embracing you tightly.

“I missed you.”

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[desthesleepdeprivedwriter]

A Winter's Ball

Day 1 of the Fundywastaken week

Hosted by @fundyfiles

Fundy didn’t really like balls.

They always demanded so much energy. How to behave correctly, how to dress, how to look, how much time you have to be there, how to dance, how to eat, and the list goes on and on.

So, when his father told him that they would have a Winter’s Ball hosted at their palace, the only thing Fundy was happy about was that he wouldn’t have the trouble to behave during the trip. And he could steal food from the kitchens without big troubles. Definitely the best outcome.

What didn’t he like about the situation? The ball was only to welcome some far kingdom stupid king and his court. Which means he would have to be placed as some dumb mannequin right beside the rest of the family AND be forced to oblige his younger uncle to behave. Great. So. Fucking. Great.

Fundy did his best to pretend to not be bothered while testing his clothes, but his ears pressed against his head and tail wrapped around his leg really didn’t help his case. His father knew him way too well, so he just sighed and approached his only and annoyed son.

“C’mon, Fundy. Don’t be like that.” Wilbur tried, smiling a little. Fundy just rolled his eyes, now looking up. “Like what? You know I hate balls.” “I know, but you’re a prince! Part of the-” “Part of the great Antarctic Empire. Ok, I know that. It doesn’t mean I have to like this bureaucratic bullshit.”

Wilbur shaked his head, usually the talk wasn’t this bad. “Fundy, what’s wrong this time?”

“....It’s the prince.”

“The prince? You only met him once, Fundy!”

“He was a snobby asshole!”

“He was ten!”

“Imagine now, with 21!” Fundy huffed again, ears perking up and a slight growl in his voice, only getting a weak slap due to his behavior.

“Deal with it, Fundy. You will be the host of the ball, and you supposedly have some royal manners.”

"Fine. But, if he acts like a bitch, I'll bite his face off."

Wilbur ended up smiling with that, huffing his son's orange hair. "You sound just like your mother. She also hated this royal stuff."

"Wasn't she also the one who stole your gold when you were 18?" Fundy poked, knowing that story like the back of his hand.

"My gold and my heart." Wilbur half sang, he had a song written with that exact lyrics.

Fundy pushed his dad away, ending the talk by saying he would do his best, and went back to testing his clothes.

The ball came, and Fundy wished he had run away the day before it.

There he stayed, right beside Tommy and his royal hyperactivity, both of them not wanting to be there, pretending to be some good behaved family.

The northerner king and her court entered the large ball venue, people complimenting them as they passed by. The king was a sheep hybrid, and the people said she used to be king of the pirates before being declared king. Her name was Puffy, and her kids were named Foolish, Dream and Michelle, and, as far as Fundy knew, all adopted.

That's why Fundy didn't even bother to look at them, focusing on his friend Niki talking with Eret, or Tubbo and Jack Manifold quietly snatching food from the table.

Fundy waited for the moment his grandpa, Emperor Philza, went to compliment King Puffy and he quietly left his place, followed by Tommy. Which one went in a different direction, and Fundy was the lucky one to be stopped by Technoblade.

"Where are you going?" He asked, voice low.

"I was bored, and I have a sweet!"

Fundy took out a chocolate treat wrapped in plastic from his pocket, putting it on Technoblade's hand and quickly moving away before he could stop him. "Love ya, Uncle Techno!"

Fundy walked fast, zigzagging around the corridors and halls, finally ending up on a cool and quiet balcony. The stars were shining in the night sky and the snow started to slowly fall. It was pretty, and calm.

Well, at least for a while.

Someone also walked in, and they both stared at each other in surprise. The other man was blond and had green piercing eyes. The bottom half of his face was covered by a white scarf, probably due to the cold.

"Uh… how did you end up here?" Fundy asked, since he was in one of the furthest points from the ballroom.

"I got lost, this place is huge." The boy said, voice muffled by the scarf. He placed himself right besides Fundy, side-eyeing the fox. "Wait, aren't you one of the princes? I saw you there."

"Yeah…" Fundy said, kinda annoyed. "Prince Fundy, not at your service."

This made the boy laugh, and Fundy noticed the reptilian-like pupils dilated a little. This guy was a reptile hybrid, no doubt why he was suffering with the temperature, it must be hard to be cold-blooded.

“Damn, are you always this harsh with people?”

Fundy actually held himself back this time, noticing that he was kinda aggressive with the poor guy. “Sorry, I was just stressed. Balls aren’t my thing.”

“What, you can’t dance?” The guy mocked, leaning towards Fundy.

“I am actually a great dancer, smartass. But there’s this other court here and I’ll have to probably talk with this other prince… He is an idiot.”

“What?” The guy almost looked offended. “Why?”

“He is a snob. I’ve met him before, I was a kid, but I can feel when the vibe is wrong.”

“And….” The guy tried to make his way, nervously hitting the balcony. “Can’t you give him another chance?”

“For that, I’d have to go down to the ballroom, and act like a prince. Won’t do that, I hate to behave.”

“I can see that, you don’t act all prince-y like.”

Fundy scuffed, laughing a little. “If you actually knew what it is like to be part of this family, you’d know it's not that glamorous.” The guy sympathetically nodded, letting Fundy talk. “Dad is so annoying, and he wants me to be the perfect prince. Tommy always get away with his antics, while I just get fucked.”

“Wow, dirty mouth.”

“Wow, boring.”

They stared at each other, a spark of challenge between two boys that apparently never met before.

“Me? Boring?” Fundy nodded, taking out another sweet from his pocket and eating without ceremony. “I can prove I’m not.”

Fundy raised an eyebrow, curiosity being his fatal flaw. “I’ll bite it, how?”

The other man fixed his clothes and stole the rest of the threat Fundy left on the balcony taking out the scarff just to eat the chocolate.. “Dance with me, I can prove balls aren’t that bad.”

For once, Fundy hesitated.

It was a guy he never met before, but now he was staring at mischievous and challenging green eyes and a smirk that made him feel something. His breath condensed in the cold air almost as smoke. A dragon hybrid, where he met a dragon before?

“C’mon, Fundy… The fox doesn’t bite?” And there it was, the last push. Fundy should think before going into this stuff.

But it was too late to think, Fundy taking the hand offered by the mysterious guy and feeling only the heat of a challenge.

“Bet accepted.”

And now, Fundy was in the middle of the dance.

The guy pulled Fundy close, taking the lead of the dance, and they spinned around the floor, in the middle of other people. Fundy could see Niki surprisingly staring at him, Tommy saying something behind his back, and his uncle Techno eating a threat like the one Fundy bribed him with. But his focus was in his moves, eager to prove that he was a great dancer.

He stole the control of the dance in the middle of a spin, and, for a moment, he saw the dragon slightly blushing, but he kept dancing.

The control shifted, and shifted, and they lost count. Both were in charge of the dance. It was funny, and Fundy was actually enjoying himself for once. Songs passed one after the other, and they kept enjoying themselves.

Fundy only stopped after seeing his grandfather approaching, right besides the northerner king. Fundy and the guy stopped dancing, making a small reverence to the two monarchs.

“Oh, I’m glad to see you two are getting along!” King Puffy said, a relieved smile on her face just to match the surprise on Philza’s. “I was worried that I’d have to, hm, calm down some conflict.”

Fundy was confused, or at least he wanted to be, because the reveal of what was going on already happened in his brain,and he didn’t want to acknowledge that.

“Don’t worry, dad, me and Prince Fundy got along just fine.” The guy said, and Fundy ignored the fact he knew his name. No. It couldn’t be him.

“Great, Dream. I’m going to need you to come with me. Can you?” She asked, in a really sweet tone.

“Okay, let me just end this talk with Fundy.”

Both the Antarctic Emperor and the northerner King nodded and walked away, Philza still looking back to Fundy.

“Well, I have to go.”

Prince Dream held Fundy’s hand, planting a kiss on the back of it. “I hope I didn’t bore you”. The dragon hybrid smirked one last time to Fundy and left, disappearing between the crowd.

Behind, only a flustered prince with a fast beating heart, convinced of how much of a prick that stupidly beautiful northerner prince was.

[tuffduff]

#1 Fan (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader

Words: 2,043

Request: @normatural “Hii, hope you’re doing fine! Could you write some Axl (current or 80’s) x reader, where she’s a famous young (20s) actress and they go to a talk show/interview together? It’s okay if you don’t feel like writing :)) Thank you xx”

A/N: Hello, love! I went with 80s Axl for this one, and lemme tell ya, I LOVE this request so much. I love ideas like these, thank you for requesting! Happy Friday loves! <3

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia​ @reigns420​ @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker​ @rumoured-whispers​ @dustnbones​

“Critics have already been calling The Winter Trials your breakout film. This is also your first action movie. What was it like filming and working as a lead role opposing Arnold Schwarzenegger?”

For you, doing media to promote your movies was one of your favorite parts of the job. That is, when you got to actually engage in intellectual talk rather than just details of your diet. But this late-night talk show appearance had you more nervous than most.

“It was an awesome experience. Getting into acting, I’ve never wanted to do only one genre, I’ve always wanted to do different types of work. He’s an absolute workhorse and a true professional, which is such a privilege to be around because your company really elevates your own mindset. And he’s so kind! He really helped bring out the best in me.” The talk show host nodded at your words.

“Well, I know I can’t wait to see it and I’m sure the rest of the world feels the same; you’ve really been working hard the past few years to make a name for yourself. Do you have time for anything else? Do you watch MTV?” You laughed despite feeling your stomach drop; you had a feeling this was a segue point.

“Oh, absolutely. Yeah, I love MTV.” You shifted nervously on the small loveseat you were seated on.

“Have you heard of Guns N’ Roses?” The crowd cheered, mainly the women. You pressed a smile on your lips, hoping the camera couldn’t see you sweating.

“Yeah, of course.” You replied evenly. On the inside, you were screaming. You were a huge fan of Guns N’ Roses. When Appetite for Destruction came out, it was the only thing you listened to for months straight. And if there were any other guest appearing on the show with you, you would probably be gushing over that fact.

But your fellow guest star was in fact Axl Rose, and you couldn’t lose your cool. You were actually certain he probably had no idea who you were. He probably didn’t care.

He had a bad boy reputation, known to fly into a frenzy at a moment’s notice. You were America’s current sweetheart.

Ever since you found out you would be appearing on the show with Axl Rose, the only thing you could think about was his reaction to you. He probably thought you were boring, uptight, and some actress snob. He was probably disappointed it wasn’t Arnold Schwarzenegger.

“What do you think of them?” The host asked.

“I think they’re very talented.” The crowd clapped in agreement and you took a breath before you added, “I think their album actually is the greatest debut album of all time. Of any genre.” The crowd cheered louder in agreement and the host’s eyes went wide.

“Wow. Are you just saying that because of our other guest this evening?” You laughed a little and shook your head.

“No! I’m being honest. I don’t ever get asked about my music opinions.” You admitted. If Axl held a certain disdain for you, or no opinion at all, it couldn’t hurt to put your honest feelings out in the open. Right?

“Well, alright then—let’s talk music! Don’t go away, up next we’ve got Axl Rose joining us!” The crowd cheered and clapped in anticipation. You smiled and clapped with the audience, knowing Axl himself was in the back waiting to come out.

Sooner than you expected, the show came back and the girls in the front row were screaming exceptionally loud as Axl walked out. He was instantly an intimidating sight in his leather chaps over his blue jeans, thick studded snakeskin belt paired with an LA club tank top and black leather vest. You swallowed nervously as you clapped, realizing the loveseat you were sitting on would barely provide enough space for the two of you. You saw the host stand to greet him with a handshake and scrambled up to your feet, remembering etiquette. Oh god, were your hands clammy? Was your top wrinkled from where you were sitting? You didn’t even have time to think because as soon as he shook the host’s hand, he was turning to you.

There was something immediately disarming about him. You’d seen the magazine covers and music videos of a rough and tough arms-crossed-and-covered-in-tattoos man, but now, here, he didn’t even look like the same person. He was smiling pleasantly at you and his face was incredibly clear. Smooth and frustratingly beautiful, like a sculpted Greek statue. His hair wasn’t ratty and teased and sprayed in Aqua Net like other rock stars. Instead, it rested against his shoulders neatly, shining a delicate strawberry blonde in the studio’s lighting. Even his handshake as he grabbed yours in his was gentle. You weren’t expecting him to lean forward and kiss your cheek.

“How are you?” You heard him ask next to your ear. It wasn’t small talk other famous people made for appearances, he genuinely pulled back and waited for your answer.

“Good.” You were able to murmur in reply. You could smell his cologne and almost felt your knees weaken.

“W. Axl Rose! Guns N’ Roses!” You heard the host say and you were suddenly reminded this was an interview. You sat back down again and Axl followed your lead. Your legs instantly brushed, and you wondered if you should’ve tried to scoot over, but decided to stay frozen, waiting for him to be the one to move. He didn’t. His leg stayed against yours, brushing yours with his every time he moved ever so slightly. “How are you? How’s the band?”

“Good. We’re really good. We just got done touring for our last album. We’re all taking a short break and getting everything in order before we head back to the studio and start working on the next album.”

“Right, yes. I’m sure everyone’s heard it, Appetite for Destruction?” The host checked with the crowd who cheered and clapped in response. The host turned to you, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “We all know Y/N has.” You could feel your cheeks heating up and you looked down at your lap, unable to even look at the man next to you, though you were pretty sure you heard him laugh. You were eating your words now. “But what I found interesting is, in the beginning, MTV wouldn’t even play your videos. The album didn’t even get notoriety until a whole year later, which doesn’t happen. How did that make you guys feel, Axl?”

“Uh, I mean, it’s kind of disheartening. When you put so much work into something and everything is against you, it only makes you want something more. We had to claw our way to where we are now.” You listened carefully to his words, surprised by how well-spoken and articulate his response was. And his voice, smooth and deep, so different than the earth-shaking screams he could produce. “But, in the end I guess it all worked out. If Y/N thinks we’re good, then we’ve really accomplished something great.” You looked up quickly at the sound of your name. The host and crowd laughed, and at first you assumed Axl was being sarcastic until you saw the smile on his face. One of earnest, with his eyes lighting up a little when you finally met his. You smiled back at him, laughing a little as you relaxed.

“Are you surprised Y/N listens to your band?” The host asked.

“Oh, yeah. It’s a real trip—I almost lost my mind back there while I was listening and waiting to come out because,” Axl shifted in his seat, facing you with his body. Somehow, he managed to appear bold and yet bashful at the same time. “I’m a really big fan of yours. I almost considered canceling this appearance because I was so nervous.” The host and crowd were delighted at his revelation, but you could only sit there with your mouth open.

“…Me? You were nervous to meet me?” You managed to get out. There was no way you could hide the blush on your face now.

“Yeah. I’ve been a fan of yours ever since Don’t You Remember?” You blinked a few times in amazement. That movie had been filmed years ago, when you were barely breaking into the film world. It was a romantic and sentimental 1800s period piece.

“No one’s seen that.” You laughed in amazement, making the crowd laugh too. Axl only smiled sincerely at you, and all of a sudden you felt like a giddy teenager again.

“I have. I liked the title and the cover when I saw it in the rental store. I don’t really watch movies, but I watch all of yours. I go back to that one all the time.” You were speechless. “Yeah, I think you’re incredibly talented. I’d really love it if you starred in one of our music videos someday.” The crowd cheered in agreement.

“I would love that!” You couldn’t help but blurt out. “So much. I’ve never done a music video, but I would love to do one with you guys.”

The rest of the interview went pretty smooth, with Axl shedding a little light on some of the song’s inspirations, what Guns N’ Roses hoped to accomplish in the future, and upcoming tentative tour dates. But it was when you were both backstage together again that you felt the most nervous, just the two of you.

“You know, I meant everything out there. I wasn’t bullshitting you for TV or something.” He told you. Without the noise of the crowd or studio, the deepness of his voice struck you even more.

“I meant it too. I had no idea you were gonna be so…” you struggled to find the right word. Charming. Interesting. Insightful. “…not scary.” You finished lamely. He laughed warmly, but you noticed he stepped closer.

“Did I scare you before?”

“I…didn’t think you even knew who I was,” you admitted. “I mean, your band has this reputation, and I get it. More than you probably know. The media likes to twist you around and paint you a certain way. But I can see there’s a lot more to you than what everyone else thinks they know.” He listened intently every time you spoke, and now, his eyes continued to search yours for a long moment after you were done speaking.

“I think all the hype about you is true. And you’re more beautiful in person.” You were a nervous mess, practically giggling like a school girl at his compliment. “…But I agree with you. And I want to know the things about you no one else knows.”

That was it; you gave Axl your personal number and he called you that next night. The magazines, radio, and TV had a field day with your interview segment and rumors ran rampant of the two of you crushing on each other. The world was obsessed with the idea of the two of you together. Polar opposites—the rebellious rock star and the polished starlet.

There was a mad frenzy the first time you two met for dinner, with pictures in the magazines and tabloids for weeks after. You and Axl then agreed to have secret rendezvous in disguises at odd times of the day and night, the two of you sneaking around and going off to hole in the wall restaurants far from the prying eyes of Hollywood.

As time went on, you kept your relationship very private, though neither of you failed to mention the other in interviews or speeches. You went to each other’s award shows, movie premieres, and concerts. You became the “Guns N’ Roses” girl, appearing in every single video afterwards on starting with “Don’t Cry.” Axl even wrote a song for one of your movies. The both of you were obsessed with each other, always one another’s biggest fan, always celebrating every accomplishment together. Out of any accolade you could attain regarding your professional career, nothing could ever top the true happiness of a partner who loved, cherished, and respected the blood, sweat, and tears you put into your craft. And with Axl, you had that, as he did with you.

[ladyreapermc]

Rules of Engagement 1/? (Henry x OFC)

Summary: Henry and Em have been friends for almost ten years and involved in a casual affair for just as long. The rules were simple: no romantic attachment and their friends and family couldn’t know. Easy enough to do right? However, when new complications emerge, Henry and Em will need to navigate this relationship of theirs, if they can even call it that. Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 |  Chapter 04  | Chapter 5  | Chapter 06

Author’s Notes: Here it is. My first official series for Henners. I’m strangely nervous, because it’s sort of my baby and I have been putting lots of work on it for a couple of months now. So I would really, really appreciate feedback if you could take some time to do it.

Wordcount: 4815

Warnings: alcohol consumption; smut (oral; dirty talk; penetration)

Chapter 01: Casual Affair

It was by pure chance that when Emeline’s flight coming from Istambul had technical difficulties while on air, they stopped in Budapest of all places. However, it was straight bad luck that what was supposed to be just a quick stop turned into an allnighter due to more serious engine problems, with her new flight being scheduled for the next morning.

She considered just getting herself a hotel but it was nearly ten p.m. she was exhausted and Em really didn’t want to deal with finding a half-decent place to crash when she could just call Henry. That was what friends were for right?

Henry came, of course. That was the kind of person he was. Kind and helpful. Dependable. He hugged her tight, since they hadn’t seen each other since Clara and Todd’s baby had been born, before taking her carryon like the perfect gentleman and ushering Em into the rental car he had been using during his stay.

During the drive, he talked in an excited tone about the series and all the work he had to do. Em could only smile at the huge grin on his lips and the glint of excitement in his blue eyes. It was quite something to see Henry this happy and engaged with a project. Em was truly glad for him, but she was also tired, never being one to sleep on airplanes, so her contributions to the conversations were just hmms and nods every now and then, not that Henry seemed to mind.

“Did you eat?” Henry asked once he parked at the driveway of the cute white house and its perfectly maintained lawn that had been his home for the last couple of months.

“Airport food? Please!” she pulled a face, making Henry laugh as he led the way through the stone pathway.

“You’re such a food snob,” he commented, pausing by the front door, and Em was already smiling because she could hear Kal’s whines through the door.

“I’m not. I just have good taste.” Em dropped to her knees to pet and greet Kal which shot out the second Henry opened the door.

She had always loved dogs but never had a chance to have one for herself. At first, her father didn’t allow it, but once she moved out Em didn’t really have the space to keep one so she channeled all her dog mom tendencies towards Kal.

“Sometimes I think you’re only friends with me so you can see Kal regularly,” Henry teased once she let go of the dog long enough to step inside and Em smirked at him.

“You are not wrong, Cavill,” she said, her gaze traveling over the tasteful décor of the house, but her focus was instantly drawn to the kitchen and as soon as she shook off her coat on Henry’s waiting hands, she made a beeline to the room, in Em’s opinion the most important part of any house. “I love your kitchen.” She ran her hands over the wooden countertops and light blue cabinets.

“Technically, it’s not mine,” he chuckled, moving towards the fridge. “I have aubergine lasagna leftovers. Want some?”

“That sounds disgusting,” Em said with a grimace. “But it will do.”

She settled at the isle with the heated lasagna, once again listening to Henry babble about the project and his castmates and how things were going in the set. Some of it she had already heard since they texted every day, but Em enjoyed listening to Henry and actually missed his deep baritone voice.

It made her glad that she chose to do this, instead of staying at some crappy motel by herself, awake most of the night since Em had a hard time sleeping in other beds that weren’t hers. At least here she had Henry and she missed him.

“So how was Istambul?” he asked, bringing her plate to the sink, refusing to let her clean up herself.

“It was amazing,” Em sighed, chin resting on her hand as she watched Henry’s back unseeingly. She was actually thinking back on her journey, in which she had spent a week exploring the city and the sights, completely by herself just like she preferred.

Now, with her belly full, it was her time to babble about everything she saw and experienced while there. Em knew Henry had seen the pictures and stories on her Instagram. He liked everything she posted during the week, but there something about the way he was watching her, the focused look in his dazzling blue eyes like she was telling him the most interesting story in the world, that just made Em keep going, even as Henry finished the dished and they moved to get more comfortable in the couch.

“It does sound like you had fun,” he smiled at her, body turned her way on the couch, head resting on his palm as he listened, his other hand holding his glass of wine. “But don’t you miss having someone to share the experience?

“Sometimes,” Em shrugged, sipping her wine, she was in her third glass by now and she really ought to slow down, her mind was already getting a little foggy.

She had been doing these travels since she turned eighteen. First, she had her best friend Clara as her companion, but as they got older, Em started doing by herself since Clara couldn’t. One or two boyfriends in her time had offered to come along once, but it felt wrong to taint the memories of those trips with someone that might not be with her for the long run.

“But it’s nice too, you know? To have my own thing, without anyone else,” she scratched Kal behind the ears, just like he liked it, smiling at the way he rested his head on her knee to keep being petted. “Thanks again for letting me stay.”

“Anytime,” Henry replied with a smile, his own eyes clouded with alcohol.

They had been talking for hours, one and a half bottles of wine gone in the process. Enough alcohol to make Em’s mind wander as she took in Henry’s impressive physique, the stupid amount of muscles he built up for the series stretching his blue button-down. His dark hair falling in messy curls over his forehead, just like she Em liked it and the blush of alcohol making his cheeks even sharper.

Fighting the allure of the man before her, Em shifted her gaze down to Kal, but it was like he could pick up that something was about to happen, because pulled away from her touch, trouting out the back door, leaving her with only one option now.

Henry’s palm was warm and rough against her jaw as he tilted Em’s face back towards him, his eyes searching for her consent before his lips landed on hers in a soft kiss that gradually grew heated as their mutual need for each other was set alight.

Em sighed against his lips, giving in to the urge that had been brewing from the second she dialed his number. She inched closer, fisting his shirt, licking into his mouth and chasing the taste of wine on his tongue as Henry let his fingers wander down her torso, sneaking under her blouse to touch skin.

“Bedroom,” she mumbled against his lips. “Last time on the couch was a mess.”

“Yeah,” Henry chuckled getting to his feet and leading the way backward, his mouth never leaving hers, his touch getting bolder as their kisses because more desperate.

“This is the last time we do this,” Em declared, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt or at least trying to. The amount of alcohol she consumed was enough to leave her a little uncoordinated. Henry was doing only slightly better.

“You’ve said that the last five times.”

Em could feel his smirk as his mouth descended over her jaw, pressing sucking kisses on her neck. He loved to leave marks all over her. No matter how many times Em asked him not to, Henry would just ignore it. It was as if he knew she secretly loved to watch herself in the mirror in the following week and be reminded of how amazing the sex had been.

“I mean it this time,” Em said, finally undoing his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders, exposing Henry’s chiseled chest to her wandering hands.

“I think you said that too, last couple of times,” Henry pointed out, shaking his shirt to the floor and pulling hers over her head, leaving Em standing there in only jeans. “Just admit it: you love how I fuck you.”

“Like you don’t enjoy it too,” she said, pushing him towards the bed, and Henry fell back with a bounce and a chuckle.

“Oh, I definitely enjoy it,” he declared, that same smug smirk in place as she undid his pants. “Never said otherwise. Never been in denial either. You’re the one…” He trailed off with a groan when Em freed his hard cock, giving a couple of quick tugs before running her tongue over the underside vein.

Em didn’t want to think about the fact that Henry was absolutely right. She had always been the one to often have second thoughts about this casual affair the two of them had been keeping for years, but not because she didn’t like Henry. It was quite the opposite, Em liked Henry a little too much, but knew it just wouldn’t work, not when he was always all over the world shooting his movies and tv shows, while mostly she stayed in London due to her own work.

And they were both too career-driven and unwilling to concede to the other. If even as just friends, she and Henry were frequently bumping heads, Em could only imagine how terrible they would be as a couple.

She still remembered that fateful night that Clara dragged her to a sport’s bar of all places because she wanted Em to officially meet Todd. She had been at one of his rugby matches earlier that week but ended up leaving before being introduced. In hindsight, Em should have known something was up because of the way Clara made such a big deal about this meeting and fussed over her outfit

“You can’t wear jeans and t-shirt!” she complained, digging though her friend’s wardrobe as Em just huffed a breath and laid back in bed.

“Why not? I’m meeting your boyfriend. What I’m wearing doesn’t matter.”

She had just baked and decorated 150 cupcakes for a children's birthday party. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was going out, but Clara invoked the best friend rule, so Em was stuck.

“What if there’s a cute guy there?” Clara asked, coming out with a tight, black dress that Em hadn’t worn in 3 years and it definitely wouldn’t fit her now since she gained more than a couple of pounds. She really needed to do some spring cleaning in that closet.

“If a cute guy is hanging in a sport’s bar, big chances he’s a douche, and I already filled my douche quota for the year,” she replied as Clara dove back into the closet. “Besides, I don’t have time for relationships.”

And Em really didn’t. She has just invested all her savings in opening her dream bakery. No way she would be getting distracted by guys while she was trying to get her business off the ground.

“There’s always time for relationships!” Clara declared, coming out of the closet, this time holding one of Em’s favorite sweater dresses. “You never know when true love is gonna knock on your door.”

“Tell it to come by later,” she joked, grabbing the dress and walking into the bathroom to change. It would be a lost cause to argue with Clara. Her friend was a lawyer and could talk her ear off, so Em might as well just get this over with.

She put on the dress and the heels and the makeup Clara pushed her way before she was finally deemed worthy of stepping out of the flat for the bar. At arrival, they found Todd already in his third beer and accompanied by his friend Henry.

Todd and Clara played innocent, pretending to be surprised that the other decided to bring a friend too but Em knew right away this was an ambush. And if Henry’s eye roll was anything to go by, he knew it too. It was their friends' not so subtle attempt to set them up.

Em had to give it to Clara though, Henry was a handsome man but maybe too handsome. She was a run of the mill kind of girl. Not unattractive, mind you. She did pretty well dating wise, especially when she put an effort like tonight, but never with guys that looked like Henry.

He was all dark, curly hair, blue eyes with just a tiny fleck of brown. Perfect features and the kind of chiseled physique that his hoodie didn’t manage to hide completely. He also looked kind of familiar, but Em couldn’t place him right away in her memory.

As they talked, she kept staring at him with a thoughtful frown, trying to come up with subtle questions that could enlighten her of where she knew Henry from because the longer Em talker to him, and she couldn’t help but notice that Todd and Clara kept finding excuses to leave the table so she and Henry could be alone, stronger that familiarity became.

“So how did you meet Todd again?” Em asked, sipping on her drink, which was too sweet but she didn’t mind.

“We went to school together and still play rugby from time to time,” Henry replied, cradling his pint of Guinness. He had shifted on the booth so his back was to the corner and he could properly look at Em. “How about you and Clara?”

“We grew up together. Neighbors all our lives,” she replied, popping a chip in her mouth. “Clara dragged me to one of Todd’s matches on Sunday. Did I see you there?”

“Umm, no.” Henry smiled indulgently. “Just got back yesterday. I was out of town for work.”

She only hummed in response, trying to think back on anything that could have put her and Henry in the same place and explain this feeling of familiarity.

“The Tudors.”

“What?” She asked in confusion at Henry’s random comment.

“You’re trying to figure out from where you know me,” he pointed out with a smirk and Em felt her cheeks heating up. “I mean, I did some other stuff too, a couple of very bad horror movies but that was my biggest role, so you might know me from there.”

It was like a lightbulb finally switched in her brain and she finally managed to place him in her memory.

“Oh my God, you did that weird-ass movie with the nazi vampire zombie! The one with Fassbender and the guy from Prison Break.” Em exclaimed a little too loudly, but Henry only chuckled. “That movie was terrible.”

“Yes,” he nodded, ducking his head a little, and was that a blush? “And seriously? That’s where you know me from?”

“I like crappy horror movies, ok?” Em shrugged with a grin.

“Clearly.” Henry laughed too.

And just like that, conversation flowed easily between them. Henry was a fun guy, surprisingly dorky, and a huge geek for videogames and the fantasy genre. It was nice to talk to someone that seemed to appreciate Lord of the Rings as much as Em did and she didn’t even notice when Todd and Clara slipped out without a word, obviously thinking their job was done.

Maybe if Henry was someone else, not an actor or that hot, they could have been right but as it was, Em didn’t see things going beyond a cool friendship.

That was what she thought at least until Henry walked her home, like a perfect gentleman, making her laugh with so many stupid jokes her sides were aching and she felt like she hadn’t smiled this much in days.

“You didn’t need to walk me all the way to my door,” She commented, turning to face him, her back leaning against the frame. Even in her heels, she needed to tilt her head up to look at him.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Henry snorted. “You can barely stand on those.”

He wasn’t wrong, but it was more because her feet were sore from the constricted space than from the amount of alcohol she consumed, though that definitely played a factor on Em turning her head just when Henry leaned closer to lay a goodbye kiss on her cheek, making his lips land on hers instead.

They just stared at each other until Henry closed the distance again, his mouth returning to hers for a harder, much hotter kiss that had Em pressed against the door. His hands found their way under the hem of her dress; hers to his hair, pulling him even closer, desperation clawing inside her gut because it had been a while for her.

That was only the first of the one-night stands with Henry. Back then, Em thought it would be the only one, but as years passed, whenever the two of them found themselves single and in need of release, they would get together, no strings attached, no commitment, just a purely physical thing that none of their mutual friends knew about.

Her attention snapped back to the present when Henry tugged on her hair until she let his cock out of her mouth with a pop, crawling on top of him to meet his lips for a messy kiss.

“Where did you go just now?” he asked, panting. His hands working on the buttons of her jeans to push them off. “Your mind was so far away.”

Strangely enough, this casual affair they shared made her friendship with Henry stronger because once you’ve seen a person naked and on one of their most vulnerable moments, it could be so easy to open up to them.

“Just thinking about when we met,” Em replied, sucking on his lower lip and Henry let out a weird wheezing sound that it was half a groan, half a laugh.

“That’s was a good night,” he said, rolling them until Em was lying on her back and he was on top of her. His blue eyes, despite being clouded by lust, were still so intense and seemed to be able to look straight into her soul. “But I want you here, in the present with me.”

Henry met her lips so softly and with so much affection that her breath caught in her throat, hand tightening on the sheets beneath her as his mouth descended over her body, kissing and sucking and biting. Lingering over all her pleasure spots and lavishing them with attention.

This was why Em needed to put an end to this thing with Henry. Lately, every time the two of them ended in bed together, it was getting harder and harder to keep the doors closed against the growing feelings in her heart.

To keep herself from not letting the love she felt for her friend Henry to be contaminated by the lust that ignited in her body whenever the two of them fucked, turning this into something else that would definitely end with her heart broken.

“I can hear you thinking,” Henry chided, biting her lower belly and making Em jolt and giggle.

“Sorry, sorry,” she looked down at him with a smile. “Just too much in my head tonight.”

“Let’s see if I can make you relax.”

He smirked at her, his mouth moving lower, planting soft kisses over your hipbones, tongue tracing the waistline on her panties, and anticipation started building in her center. Em wanted to press your legs together to find some kind of friction, but Henry was kneeling between them, his strong hands keeping them open; thumbs rubbing circles on the sensitive inner skin of her thighs and she couldn’t focus on anything else even if she wanted to.

His mouth finally moved lower, tongue teasing her folds through the lace of her panties and she gasped and tried to thrust up but Henry kept her down before hooking his fingers on her panties and pulling them down, exposing her wet cunt to his warm breath and she shivered in expectation.

Henry seemed to be keen on driving her crazy because he was taking it so very slow, kissing and nipping her mound on his way down until finally, his tongue flickered against her clit. Only the briefest of touch but it was enough to make Em buck and moan, her hands coming to his hair and fingers digging in his scalp.

“Stop teasing,” she asked, making Henry chuckle against her and a groan ripped from Em’s throat at the sweet vibrations. “Hen… please.”

“That’s better,” he replied, rewarding her with a broad stroke of his tongue over her slit before he sucked hard on her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she raised her hips to try to get more of it.

Fortunately, Henry seemed to be done teasing because he moved things along, licking and sucking and even nipping very, very gently on her clit, while two of his thick fingers moved in and out of her drenched slit. Every outer motion he crooked his fingers up, hitting right in that spot to make Em see stars.

It was easy to get lost in sensations whenever she was with Henry. He knew her body like the back of his hand and made sure to keep her completely engaged. He kept his eyes on her face, reading her expressions to make sure she was enjoying herself but also because he knew Em loved the sight of him like this, his mouth on her cunt, his eyes dark with his desire for her.

He also made sure to hum and grunt for her, so she could hear how much he loved her taste and smell. Whenever his mouth wasn’t busy, he would also whisper the filthiest things in her ear, because he knew it turned her on.

His free hand roamed her body, touching and kneading her breasts, pinching the nipples to make Em arch and mewl, sending bolts of pleasure that seemed to gather on her core, coiling into a knot of ecstasy that made her writhe and shake. Her body tense with arousal, toes curling and thighs quivering as her orgasm approached like a rushing wave.

Henry also knew exactly when she was close to the edge. Em never needed to let him know and he would always redouble his effort, suck her clit harder, finger her faster, until that knot finally snapped and she arched against his mouth, her release soaking his fingers and chin.

Her body felt weightless like she was floating. Her muscles spasmed with the aftershocks of her pleasure and her mind, always running, was for once pleasantly blank as Em grinned wide, enjoying her high.

She barely noticed when Henry pressed one final kiss to her clit before he crawled on top of her again, meeting her lips and letting Em taste herself. It was one of the things that turned him on, to have her lick her juices from his mouth and chin, letting her tongue running over the rough skin of his stubbled jaw, chasing every last drop and Em felt his cock twitching in response against her hip.

“Fuck me, Hen,” she gasped against his cheek before her lips moved to his ear, nipping the lobe to make him groan. “I wanna feel you deep inside me.”

With her brain still swimming in endorphins, She barely noticed Henry getting up and moving to the bathroom. She only registered the curse he let out as he came back to the room with an empty box.

“Do you have some?”

She gave Henry a look, propped in her elbows. Em was a little too old to go around with condoms in her purse. She kept them on her toiletry bag which was in her suitcase, still at the airport.

“Shit! I really wanted to fuck you tonight.” He dropped the box on the ground, combing his fingers through his hair before climbing on top of Em, his kiss searing and stealing her breath away.

She moaned against his mouth, fingers digging on his shoulders. It had been a while for her and Em shared Henry’s frustration. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling and stretching her in that perfect way only Henry could do.

“Do it,” she declared, meeting his confused gaze. “It’s fine, I have an IUD and it’s not like I’ve been with anyone else in the last four months.”

“Me either,” Henry replied, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, smirking at him. “Fuck me, Henners.” He groaned and glared, making her chuckle. He hated the nickname and Em knew it.

“I’m gonna make you regret that.”

He flashed her a mischievous smirk, reaching between the two of them to guide his cock to her slit, pushing inside in one rough stroke and Em cursed and clawed at his back, the sudden intrusion with just that edge of pain made her clench tighter against him and Henry grunted against her ear, pulling her legs around his waist.

“Fuck, Henry!” she hissed breathlessly, slapping his shoulder blade, which felt more like hitting a brick wall. “A little warning would be nice.”

“You love it,” he smirked down at her and nipped at her bottom lip before grinding his hips against hers, making Em moan. “No point in pretending otherwise.”

His movements started slow and deliberate. Henry’s goal was to drive her crazy all over again because he loved to see Em lose control and he loved to gloat over the fact that he was the only guy that ever managed to make her cum more than once on the same night.

Taking her hands in his and pinning above her head, Henry started to add some more strength to his movements, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making Em mewl at how deep he was going.  His mouth on her neck, and collarbone returning to the task of marking her as his, even if the two of them weren’t like that.

Her hips raised as best as she could to meet his movements and welcome him in. Her walls clenching tight as if refusing to let him go and every time, it made Henry grunt and suck harder on her skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. She arched closer, seeking more as he licked a path from the hollow of her throat to her chin, lapping at the sweat gathering in her skin before his lips met hers again.

Soon, all Em knew was the way their bodies moved in tandem, meeting each other in search of pleasure. Henry praised and whispered dirty things in her ear, while her fingers entwined with his and her heels dug on the small of his back, urging him to move faster, harder, give her everything she craved for.

The knot of pleasure started to form in her core once again, growing and expanding as she could feel every single ridge of Henry’s thick cock filling her up, his pelvic bone slapping her clit at each thrust. She knew he was close too, his motions losing its controlled rhythm, becoming wilder, messy. His grunts turning throatier, his words filthier.

“God, I love your cunt. The way it squeezes me so tight,” he mumbled against Em’s mouth, his breath coming in short pants. “It feels even better without that fucking latex. Shit! I wanna fill you up with my cum. Do you want that? Can I cum inside you?”

“Yeah.” Em nodded, too far gone to form a reply more elaborate than that.

“I wanna see it trickling down your pussy.” Henry’s grin was absolutely filthy and she cried out as his words brought forth her second orgasm of the night.

“Oh fuck, yes!” He grunted his grin widening, his hips snapping harder against hers, dragging out the ripples of pleasure shaking her body. “Just like that! Yeah. Fuck! I’m gonna…”

His words hung in the air as Henry stilled above her, muffling his growl against her shoulder as he spilled inside her and she could feel his cock pulsing against her quivering walls and Em never felt more complete before.

In the back of her mind, a treacherous thought broke free and she couldn’t help but think that she could definitely get used to this. Having Henry every night, without barriers, without anything in the way. Just the two of them. Like it was meant to be.

x(tbc)x     Chapter 02

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A Kenji Character Analysis

I can safely say, by the end of Season 1, Kenji has been my favorite character so far. But it didn’t always start out that way. Long post ahead, also an excuse to do a character analysis on Kenji :D

In the beginning of the season, Kenji really annoyed me. I saw him as a bad influence on Darius and he gave off a sort of annoying jock stereotype, trying to impress the ladies and all that; exactly the type of character I usually don’t like that much.  I had thought ‘Great, now we’re going to have to deal with his constant rich bragging and “alpha male” stuff. Nice.’ Oh well, it was still the beginning of the show, time to press on. 

The first sign of the depth of Kenji’s character was when he “lied” to Darius about how he wanted his father’s approval. The thing was, Kenji treated it as if he was lying. But really, he wasn’t. The implication is that for at time, he did want his father’s attention, but it’s come to a point where Kenji just has given up on it, which is why he considered it a lie. Deep down, I think Kenji still wanted his father’s attention. The next sign of Kenji’s depth was when Kenji came back to save Darius when he was stuck in Toro’s pen; it was played like he just abandoned Darius, but he just went to go find a stick to wedge open the grate. That’s when I was convinced that Kenji was a ‘Jerk with a Heart of Gold’ character, but he still wasn’t my favorite yet. 

The next part that really caught my attention was when they first encountered the I-Rex. When Ben was having trouble getting out on the zip line, Kenji stepped up to yeet Ben down the zipline, even though he was at risk of being thrown off standing so close to the edge (if Kenji didn’t get Ben moving, they all might have not survived). The next huge thing was when the kids found a van and were all loading on into it, but were at a loss on who was driving. Even though Kenji clearly, wasn’t a confident driver yet (from the way he acted while driving), he still took responsibility, did his best, and drove them outta there, even if he was doing a lot of silly things (lmao signaling). I enjoyed these little tidbits of his character, it shows that when push comes to shove, Kenji will step up and taken responsibility without even being asked. I just started liking him even more after that. 

It’s around the part after they meet Eddie (and watch him get eaten alive) that Kenji’s ‘egotistical jock’ attitude practically doesn’t really exist anymore. It’s brought up with the ‘CKK’ nonsense but it seemed like he was just playing around because he was dealing with nerves. Then gives surprisingly wise insight onto Brooklynn’s beef with Sammy and how there wasn’t really any use being mad at her when Sammy was genuinely sorry. Kenji was the last person I saw giving this speech to Brooklynn and the fact that he seems sadly aware that he’s annoying and makes people angry (hmm...might do a more in depth look at this later). It just made his character just that more deeper. At this point, I was sold. Kenji was definitely my favorite character.

During the monorail ride, Kenji revealed more about his past. He looked genuinely torn when he started talking about how he would be alone once he went home. Later in the convo, he seemed to be hit pretty hard when Sammy pointed out that it was sad that he didn’t hang out with his father often, but still tries to play it off like it’s no big deal with the ‘bowling alley’ comment. It just confirms that Kenji only acts out as an ego snob jock to hide the fact that he’s lonely.

After Ben “dies”, Kenji seems the most broken about it. I don’t ship any of the kids (it feels like they don’t have time for that right now). I personally interpret this despondency to just be that he isn’t taking the death itself very well. If any of the other characters died, Kenji would act fairly similarly. It not every day that you, a lonely rich kid, for once in your life actually connected with other people, only for them to die on you. I felt horrible watching Kenji call out for Bumpy because I know he’s just dealing with the concept of loss very hard. I think he felt like he owed it to Ben to take care of Bumpy and that in itself is incredibly honorable of him.

Kenji’s freak out in the maintenance tunnels felt a little too real to me. I just keep thinking back to the beginning of the series where he was leading Darius to Toro’s pen. At that time, Kenji was jolly, self congratulating and constantly stroking his ego. Now he’s panicking, incredibly stressed, and grief-stricken over what just happened. It’s a stark and heavy contrast was sort of awful to watch. I just felt so bad for him.

Out of all the campers, I feel like Kenji really went through the most development and in the end, be became a better person, even if he was stressed out, traumatized, and getting angry with people (can’t really hold him on that, everyone was stressing out). Kenji’s development was little by little, over the course of the entire season. Almost every episode showed us something new about his character that made me understand and enjoy him more. By the end of the season, he’s become a dependable teammate and his know-how of the park practically saved the others. 

These are all just my thoughts and interpretation of his character and because of it, I really can’t wait to see what Season 2 has in store for Kenji’s personality and character now that he’s gone through major development.

[jungshookz]

Winemaker!Hobi!!!! y/n is wine tasting with her friend (idk why people go wine tasting but I'm sure it's for parties or something) and she forgets you aren't actually supposed to SwaLLow the wine and gets a little tipsy and she embarrasses herself, and her friend, but Hobi is like uwu she cute

➺ pairing; jung hoseok x reader

➺ genre; sommelier!hoseok, mostly comedy because y/n’s kind of a dummy 

➺ wordcount: 3.6k

➺ what to expect; “the choice to spit or swallow is entirely up to you.”

➺ note; after one million years i have returned with a hobi drabble!! i thought this request was sO good and also everyone look how handsome sommelier!hoseok is :’)) i hate wine but i would chug ten bottles just to sit around and listen to him explain to me how white wines go with creamy foods and red wines go with spicy foods :’)) okay happy reading clink clink!! (gif source unknown but i found it off here!!)

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sometimes the fact that you’re friends with kim taehyung genuinely confuses you

not just because you’re complete opposites in terms of literally everything but also because-

well… that’s pretty much it.

the two of you are like... a peanut butter and pickle sandwich!

when you first look at it you might think that combination is a little funky anD could possibly lead to destroying a toilet BUT when you actually give it a try you realise it’s actually pretty great!

…you get the point

so when taehyung told you that he wanted to spend his birthday at a wine tasting event, you really weren’t that surprised because of couRse he wants to spend his birthday drinking wine and socialising with other wine snobs instead of doing something actually fun like… literally anything else in the entire world

you’ve always prided yourself on being a good friend so if wine tasting was what taehyung wanted, then wine tasting was what he’d get!

but, uh

to be perfectly honest

you’re not really a wine person

you’re more of a margarita person

you just don’t see the appeal of drinking fermented grapes!!!!

why drink bitter grape juice when you can drink sugary lime goodness??

why drink something that’s been ageing in a barrel for like fifteen years when you can drink something that nevER ages due to the insane amount of additives in the premix formulas??

“wowiE, check out that spread!” you look over at the round table in the centre of the room as you and tae trickle in with the rest of the participants of the event “is that fondue?? holy shit.”

“hopefully you don’t burn the roof of your mouth again.” taehyung snorts before the smile falters on his face, “…maybe you should stay away from the fondue altogether.”

the two of you take your seats (there are fancy name cards for everyone!!) and you smooth your skirt out before smiling politely at a couple of the other people at the table

so far, the rest of the people here are… to put it as nicely as possible… more mature than you thought they’d be

but then again this is a wine-tasting seminar so it would be a huge surprise to see other twenty-something year olds hanging out here

you feel out of place but taehyung is just soaking it all up

he’s happily chatting away with the older gentleman seated next to him

sometimes you tell taehyung that you feel like he’s a fifty-five year old man trapped in the body of a twenty-four year old

and he never fights back because he knows it’s true

you let out a breath as you take a look around the room

god

you’re going to be stuck here for a good two hours drinking wine

maybe you can sneak away to the hotel bar or something

taehyung probably wouldn’t notice, right?

but would that make you a bad friend?? abandoning him here when you said this was a thing you were going to do with him??

“you know, i see myself as a wine enthusiast. the more i drink, the more enthusiastic i become!” taehyung laughs heartily and the other couples join him

christ almighty  

you’re tempted to ask him which wine-mom facebook page it was that he stole that joke from

“does anyone have the time? i think it might be wine o’ clock soon…”

you let out a quiet groan as you feel your soul literally float out of your body

okay well

that’s your cue

you are ouTTa here

just as you’re about to get up off your chair, you hear the door slam shut and-

“good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! welcome to today’s wine-tasting event. my name is hoseok, and i’m going to be your host…”

you shift in your seat as you follow the host with your eyes

you feel your heart skip a beat when he spins around to face the table

oh

he’s handsome  

like vERY handsome

perfectly tousled dark brown hair

bright twinkly eyes

his nose is literally perfect!!! perfectly slanted and perfectly pointed!!!

and his smile!!!!! it’s shaped like a heart!!!!! how precious!!!!

the thin gold chain hanging around his neck winks at you under the lights and you swallow thickly

it seems as though you’ve found a reason to stay at this event

as hoseok begins to explain how the structure of the event is going to pan out, you find yourself paying extra attention to the way his lips curve around certain words

“as you’ve probably already noticed, there’s an abundance of different dishes in front of you that’ll go great with some of the wine you’ll be tasting today… over here, a roasted fruit and cheese platter… a smoky three cheese fondue with some freshly baked french baguette slices on the side… popcorn with sesame glazed pistachios…” he slowly makes his way around the table as he introduces each of the dishes and you feel your heart drumming away as he gets closer and closer to you, “dark chocolate sea salt cashews… baked brie with figs and walnuts…”  

and you think it might be a nervous habit or something but whenever he pauses his tongue pokes out quickly to lick over his bottom lip

whatever it is it’s cuTE

as he passes you and tae you catch a whiff of his cologne and for some reason you instinctively cross your legs

and when hoseok looks directly at you your thighs automatically squeeze together and-

oh god

okAY you need to relax

why don’t you just stare at the fondue or something??

ya

you’ll do that

you immediately look down at the three cheese fondue and you begin counting how many chunks of baguettes there are on the plate sitting next to it to keep you distracted

it’s a shame you’re staring down this fondue instead of paying attention to hoseok because you don’t notice the way his eyes scan over you before he’s quickly looking over at someone else

“i believe it’s essential to expectorate when you’re tasting a wide variety of wines, but i’m well aware that some people might not be comfortable with spitting into cups and pouring that into a dump bucket, so-“ you look back up at hoseok after you finish counting the baguette chunks (you counted twenty six but some are hidden under others) “the choice to spit or swallow is entirely up to you.”

you immediately choke (on nothing??? apparently??? goD you’re lame) and reach over to grab your glass of water to keep yourself from bursting into giggles

tae gives you a couple pats on the back before rolling his eyes playfully

you find toilet humour pretty funny so he’s not surprised that you chokEd over the spitting or swallowing thing

the corner of hoseok’s mouth twitches in a smirk when he hears you whisper: “in my humble opinion, spitters are quitters-“ to your friend before you’re pressing your lips together and holding back a grin

he looks at your name tag quickly

y/n y/l/n

how cute

“so you’re going to want to hold the glass up and examine the wine against the light,” hoseok explains, “what you’re looking for are colour and clarity.”

you let out a little sigh as you prop your cheek up on your fist while the other hand holds up your glass on wine

you look down at the information sheet on the table

it’s basically just a list of the wines that you’re trying today and you’re still on number one

it’s been like fifteen minutes!!!  

there are seven wines you have to go through!!!

this hoseok guy is hot but gee whiZ he really takes his time with things

you could probably explain the wine better and faster than him!!

the colour of the wine is red!

…and you don’t know what clarity means so you’re just going to say that the clarity of the wine is also red!

“now stick your nose into the glass and give that a good whiff. what do you smell?” hoseok pauses as he looks around the table

“i’m getting notes of… i’m thinking strawberry…?”

“yes, so am i!”

“is it strawberry or cherry? i feel like it’s easy to mix those two up.”

“there’s something nutty… i’m picking up something nutty but i’m not quite sure…”

“it smells like wine to me.” you blurt out and tae elbows you when you get a couple irritated glances from your fellow wine buddies

what???

were you wronG??

you lean over to get closer to tae, “when are we drinking??” you whisper as hoseok continues to babble on about the different notes that you should be picking up on

“hush.” tae scowls before nudging you back

goD

this is torture!!!

“go ahead and give that a taste.”

aH

there we go

you tilt your head back as you down the wine in one go

down the ol’ hatchet!

also

another reason as to why you’d be a much better sommelier than hoseok: his serving sizes are tiny!!!! how are you supposed to properly taste and appreciate the wine when he gave each of you like a tiny baby shot of it??

“now, this wine pairs particularly well with the dark chocolate sea salt cashews, so feel free to try that combination.”

you perk up at the mention of eating

noW we’re talking

>:)

so

since the two of you are here for him, taehyung didn’t think that he’d have to worry too much about you

because today is his day! he should be able to enjoy his fancy wine tasting event! he wants to chat about how the creamy brie cheese compliments this rich white wine! he wants to learn about how different types of glasses can change the way you taste a certain type of wine!!

but NO

he doesn’t check up on you for good half an hour and thIS is what he gets

you’re wasted

zooted!!!

completely gone!!!!

you’re slumping back against your chair with a dopey little smile on your face while trying to balance a little chunk of camembert cheese on the tip of your pointer finger

“y/n, you weren’t- you weren’t supposed to drink all of the wine, you blockhead-“ taehyung whispers as he plucks the cheese off your finger before using his napkin to wipe your hands clean

“well, i believe in noT being wasteful, sooOo i think you might be in the wrong here, mr. look-at-all-the-wine-left-in-my-glasses-“

“alright, so this next one is a merlot,” hoseok explains as he makes his way around the table to fill everyone’s glasses up, “in terms of flavour, it’s definitely more fruit-driven and has a more cherry-like aftertaste. it has a smoother finish compared to the cabernet sauvignon that we tried earlier…”

taehyung whacks the side of your leg when hoseok gets closer to the two of and you immediately straighten up in your seat

“wine me up, monsieur.” you hold your glass up for hoseok and offer him a bright smile

he chuckles and plucks the glass from your hand before setting it back down on the table

taehyung gives you a warning look before reaching up slowly and gesturing to keep your lips zipped

you raise your hands in defence before zipping your lips and throwing the key away anD blinking hard (it was supposed to be a wink)

taehyung raises a brow

you can’t zip your lips anD lock your lips that doesn’t make any sen-

you know what

it’s fine

as long as you don’t say anything else for the remainder of this session it’ll be fine

“everyone has a little in their glass? good. go ahead and give that a taste.” hoseok clears his throat before turning to put the bottle down

you take a small sip of it before tilting your head back and-

gurlrulrulrurlurlurrgurlugr-

“what the hell are you doing?!” tae hisses as he gives your arm a hard pinch

you choke and give your chest a couple hard pats before grimacing

“god, that did noT go down smoothly.” you whisper loudly and shake your head, “i’m giving that one a sssaaad face.” you slur as you doodle a little frowny face next to the name

taehyung’s eyes widen as he looks at what you did to your information sheet

where did you even find a pen????

‘not good very bitter if ass was a flavour then this would be ass juice’

‘supposed to be complimentary with aged cheddar but i think it would go better with a kraft single’

and then in thiS corner there are several attempts of you trying to spell sauvignon blanc and they’re all scribbled out

‘sawvinion bank. solveingrown blank. sawnananananananananananananananana batman!!!!’

oh dear god

you slap tae’s hand away before scribbling something new down

‘tasted better after gargling.’

oh dear GOD

“everything alright over there?” hoseok chirps and taehyung gives him a sheepish smile before nodding quickly

“all good! sorry, we’re all good.”

“alright, does anyone have any questions for me before we move on to-”

“oOh, i have a question!! i have one, i have one, pick me-“ you wiggle your arm around and hoseok nods in your direction

“yes, y/n?”

“i think, i think that we should order, um, we should, we should order a pizza. because these water crackers or whatever you call them are nOT doing it for me, like, look at this-“ you pick one up before popping it into your mouth and chewing obnoxiously, “fho dhry. fho DRY-” you let your jaw drop and taehyung suppresses a groan of mortification when what looks like straight up saND falls out of your mouth and sprinkles right into your wine glass

“oh, god. please stop, please stop-“ taehyung winces and quickly reaches over to snap your mouth shut

you slap tae’s hand away before swallowing your bite

“so, thoughts on this pissszzzaa?” you slur as you reach for another water cracker (tae moves the plate away before you get a chance to grab one) “is pepperoni okay with everyone? yes? yes? good? nice? yum? hm?” you look around the table while nodding enthusiastically, “barbara, my love, i noticed your earrings are from chanel which can only mean you’re loaded so because of tHAT i think you should be the one to pay for this extra large, cheese-stuffed crust pepperoni-

“okay! i think you need a time out-“ taehyung chuckles and gets up before grabbing you by the arm and yanking you up off your chair

“time out??” you gawk as you stumble over your feet, “i’m not three years old, taehyung, i- oOh, barbara, dahling, if we order within the next five minutes, we can get two cans of coke on the HOUSE-!“

sLam

“-you’re going to sit here and do nothing, got it?” taehyung scolds as he helps you get settled on the ground next to the door of the room

“i gotta say, i think all this wine is making you a little catty-“ you purr before playfully batting at taehyung’s face

luckily he moves before you get the chance to scratch his cheek

tae pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration and shakes his head, “y/n, you know you’re one of my best friends and that i care a lot about you, and i appreciate you being here with me but- today was supposed to be my day! my day! so can you please just sit here and behave? please?”

even in your drunken haze you can see that taehyung is upset with you and that’s enough to sober you up a little bit

you didn’t mean to upset him :-(

you were just trying to do this wine tasting thing right!!!!! and you weRe technically tasting the wine.,. just maybe a little too much of it.,,.

you nod slowly and reach up to zip your mouth shut

“good. the water dispenser is right there, so stay hydrated.” he gets up off the ground and dusts his knees off, “and we can order a pizza after this is over, okay?”

you nod again and offer him a meek little smile

you spend the next twenty minutes staring at the wall in silence

occasionally you looked around to see if anything besides nothING was happening

you did get up once to get yourself a little paper cone of water

and then you put the cone on the top of your head like a little party hat

but theN you realised that putting a white paper cone on top of your head was just you giving yourself a dunce cap which… was actually pretty fitting in this situation  

at the twenty-eight minute mark the door opens quietly and you immediately perk up because you automatically assume it’s tae  

“it’s y/n, right?”

“oh, uh-“ your eyes widen as hoseok slides down the wall to plop himself down right next to you “yes? yeah. i’m- yes, i’m y/n.”

“i noticed you were a fan of the dark chocolate covered cashews, so-“ he holds out a little napkin filled with the cashews before handing it over to you, “everyone in there is currently mingling with each other, so i figured i’d come out here and keep you company.”

you blink owlishly

he’s being pretty friendly considering the fact that the two of you are complete strangers

almost too friendly

…you like that :-)

because you totally like being overly-friendly with strangers too!!!!

in fact, that’s how you and tae became friends!!

but enough about tae because heLLo attractive young man sitting right next to you-

“ah, well, i’ve been staring at that patchy blotch of paint on the wall for-“ you pause to check the time on your phone, “coming up to be twenty-five minutes now, so you’re not missing out on that much.” you murmur as you unwrap the napkin and pick up a cashew before popping it into your mouth

“i, um, actually…” hoseok trails off before laughing lightly, “i wanted to come out here to talk to you about earlier-“

“oh, god. you don’t have to say anything, i know i was acting insane-“ you shake your head before snorting, “trust me, you won’T be seeing me again after the event ends-“

“but i do want to see you again.”

you freeze for a second before turning to look at him

you wait for another second to go by juSt to make sure he’s not playing around with you

“…say that again?”

“i mean… i thought you were hilarious!” he grins, “i know the alcohol was definitely a contributing factor, but i took a glance at your information sheet and-“ he pauses to pull the folded up piece of paper out of his shirt pocket, “-i don’t think i’ve ever heard anyone describe the aftertaste of a sémillon like: ‘you know lemon-scented febreze? now imagine what it’d taste like if you mixed sprayed lemon-scented febreze into a glass of bleach, because that’s what this tastes like’.” hoseok looks over at you with wide eyes, “you made this wine-tasting session way more fun than i thought it was going to be!!”

huh!

what a pleasant surprise!!!

cute boy thinks you’re funny!!!!!!

“i’m glad to hear that me humiliating myself was entertaining for you!” you joke before rolling your eyes playfully,“the only reason why i’m here is because my friend is a self-proclaimed wine snob.”

“oh, please. everyone here is a self-proclaimed wine snob.” hoseok rolls his eyes playfully, “no offence to your friend, of course.”

“oh, no. all the offence, please.” you snort and pick up another cashew, “he kicked me out to punish me but i didn’t even wanna be in there in the first place so this is actually super great.”

“ooh, i think i just felt my heart split in half…” hoseok winces dramatically as he presses a hand to his chest

you can’t help but giggle before you look away nervously

now that you’re not drunk off your ass, you feel the butterflies returning to your tummy

you barely know this guy but you’re pretty sure you’re already 500% in love with him

…what wine is he going to pick out at your guys’ wedding?

oOp

okay time to reel it in a little

“-i know this might seem a little out of the blue, but… would you wanna go out for drinks sometime… with- with me…?” hoseok clears his throat

wait what

you look back at hoseok so quickly that your head probably could’ve popped off your neck

he glances away before letting out a nervous chuckle, “i just… yeah, can i take you out?”

your eyes widen slightly

oh!!

you certainly weren’t expecting for him to ask you out but you’re definitely not complaining

“feel free to say no, i just- ah, i don’t know, i don’t usually get a lot of people my age coming to these things, and i feel like you-“

“i’d love to go out for drinks sometime… definitely with you.“ you tease as you nudge his arm gently

hoseok’s cheeks flush before he beams at you

“great! i know a place that makes really good cocktails- say, do you like margaritas?”

your lips part in a gawk

“do i like- do you wanna get married??” you scoff as you sit up straight, “i love margaritas!”

“great! i promise i won’t make you drink anything that tastes like-“ hoseok pauses to look at your sheet again, “‘mouldy grapes after they’ve been trampled on by someone with athlete’s foot’…?”

you flash him a sheepish smile

yeah

you don’t think you’re ever going to be a wine person. 

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

requested drabbles masterlist

[sparkles-and-trash]

Craig and Those Guys, Headcanons Masterpost  ~

Craig Tucker 

Looks:

tall and gangly 

has really pretty, thick black hair, but is always wearing his chullo so he always has hat hair lol 

light blue/grey-ish eyes 

long face, defined jaw 

really smooth skin, which is odd since he has no routine what so ever 

casual style, lot’s of hoodies and those Adidas pants with the white stripe at the side? 

Personality:

he has a resting bitch face, but like, as a personality? 

like, when he’s not thinking about anything special or talking about something he cares about, he’ll just sorta tune out and look pissed and/or bored 

but he isn’t grumpy or careless 

just a little aloof lol 

cares a lot about his boyfriend, friends, family and pet(s) 

doesn’t always feel confident when showing it tho 

dorky, he loves space and his niche shows and likes tidying haha 

has the dorkiest laugh and is super embarrassed about it hehe 

Friendships:

isn’t that good with people tbh 

but he really values his friends, and enjoys spending time with them

will fight for his friends, hands down 

is weary around new people, like the the two boy gangs started to hang out a little more, he was the one who took the longest to open up and be chill with it 

likes seeing his friends having fun and being passionate, so he always tries to keep up with their interests etc

which sometimes surprises people 

but like I said, he is really a nice guy, he just has a rising bitch personality 

Family:

has a healthy and good family dynamic 

is kinda awkward with showing them affection tho 

his dad and him have a “slap each other on the back and huff” type of relationship 

but deep down they both know there’s a lot of love and acceptance there<3 

Laura is a cool mom, fight me 

not like, too cool, she has rules and is an authoritarian person 

but she is also funny and sees through her kids’ bullshit 

Tricia is really similar to Craig in a lot of ways

they stay out of each other’s way mostly, but sometimes hang out casually 

doesn’t really fight that much? 

Ships and relationships:

y’all know it, it’s always creek time around here

I usually see Craig as demiromatic gay 

he and Tweek totally have that best friends and lovers type of relationship 

like, not too lovey dovey, but sure as hell passionate at times 

Craig genuinely have so much fun with his bf man, he just wants to hang out with him all the time 

isn’t too creative when it comes to dates and stuff, but he really tries 

often gets help from Token and the others when it comes to it 

actually doesn’t mind PDA, at least chill PDA like handholding and kisses etc 

Token Black 

Looks:

pretty tall and broad, but not like, super fit, he’s just naturally like that 

around the start of high school he started growing his hair out a little, he keeps it in a short and manageable length 

he has very remarkable eyes, dark brown at the edges and they get almost golden by his pupils 

handsome, simply put haha

I would describe his style as preppy/casual? 

like, he dresses nicely, and likes looking sharp, but he isn’t a snob about it! 

I feel like he would look amazing in purple and wear it often! 

Personality:

always writing in a little notebook

loud, contagious laughter

big conscience, always tries to do the right thing

while his friends and classmates loves the perks of his wealth, Token himself feels bad about it a lot

he has a tendency to get a little down about the state of world and it’s unfairness 

he works with a lot of charities and is a volunteer and both the pet shelter, the homeless shelter and the children ward of the hospital, and he really, genuinely loves doing it 

Friendships:

very protective of his friends

because he volunteers a lot, he started running into Stan and Kenny at both the pet shelter and homeless shelter a lot, as Stan is a huge animal rights lover and Kenny genuinely likes helping both people and animals 

the three of them start becoming better friends because of this, eventually brining the two groups closer together 

he is one of the few people Craig will actually go to for relationship advice etc

which is kinda funny because Token is a casual dater all through High School

nothing wrong with that! and like, he still has great advice and is very good with people in general 

very good at making people feel included 

the mom friend 100%

comforts Clyde, keeps Jimmy’s antics under control, keeps Tweek from killing Cartman and helps Craig actually communicate dhslkfhb

Family:

has a good relationships with his parents! 

but feels like he has to live up to a certain level of expectations at times 

his dad is a bit old-fashioned in some senses, but he means well

and both his mom and dad loves him a lot and is super proud of what a wonderful person he is (so am I ilu Token you’re doing amazing sweetie)

Ships and relationships:

first of all, I think Token is bi! 

I like Tyde, but my OTP for him is Tokenny! 

I just really like the dynamic potential and think they would make each other the best versions of themselves? 

Token is great at being suave and charming in general and on first dates that’s casual, but if he already has a crush and/or feelings he is a mess

but like, a cute mess 

anyways, here’s a tiny Tokenny fluff one-shot I wrote a while back lol 

Tweek Tweak

Looks:

big, soft & fluffy hair

big, nervous looking eyes

either electric green or lively brown 

soft sweaters and big flannels 

sweater sleeves always covering his hands

pale, perfect skin 

soft freckles on his nose, shoulders and hands

crooked smile 

slight gap between his front teeth 

a little shorter Craig, slightly more defined much wise naturally 

Personality:

very confused

doesn’t know what day is it

has gotten a lot better at dealing with his anxiety, but still twitches a bit because of the meth coffee his parents had him drink as a kid

juMpY

very funny when he chills enough to be funny haha

has a kind heart, esp when it comes to people and animals in difficult situations 

he has so much compassion in his heart, man 

but also has a short fuse 

is pretty scary when he gets pissed 

will get into a physical fight

esp if anyone insults his friends 

which is why Cartman is terrified of him 

Friendships:

his friends makes him feel very lucky and grateful and he tries to make up for it a lot 

often bakes as a stress relief, which makes Clyde love him even more lol

is pretty good friends with Kenny 

he likes to just hang around people sometimes, doing nothing together, and Kenny enjoys that too, so they often do that 

Tweek loves these dudes a lot, but there’s always so much going on yanno 

good friends with Wendy! 

they share a lot of the same values 

he has a secret talent when it coms to drawing, only Clyde knows (by accident) 

always tries to include those who is a bit on the outside

Family:

complicated 

his parents have always taken a lot of advantage of him, let’s be real 

I often headcanon them selling out to Harbucks at some point, but they keep running the store 

but they have to hire more people and is under more surveillance now, so that saves Tweek a little

he still works there tho

so does Kenny 

honestly, Tweek avoids his parents as much as he can, there is a lot of resentment there 

he loves Craig’s family tho, and they love him back <3 

Ships and relationships:

yeah, Creek it is 

I also like Twenny tho, but creek is my OTP! 

I usually write Tweek as gay, but I’m open to other interpretations 

but he likes boys in any scenario to me 

often has his hands in Craig’s jacket pockets, or hands onto his arm, just likes being physically near him

Craig likes it too, so 

Tweek still struggles with sleeping, but always sleeps amazingly with Craig around :softeyes: 

blushes so hard when Craig manages to catch him off guard with compliments and soft stuff 

is pretty good at being romantic, and does really sweet stuff for birthdays and anniversaries and stuff! 

Jimmy Valmer

Looks:

thick mop of brown hair that’s purposely messy 

would never admit it but he spends time every morning making it that way 

light brown eyes that turns golden in the sun 

had braces for years, so now his teeth are very straight and white and perfect 

a few cute freckles on his face

actually pretty tall, but because of his crutches he slouches a bit so it doesn’t always show 

Personality:

has the best one-liners

living legend for having the record for both the best grades and highest number of detentions at once

can’t shut up in class

sarcastic lil’ shit

sometimes speaks before he thinks but never means harm 

good at seeing when he’s out of line and has no problem apologizing! 

on the fist day on freshman year the current quarterback (a huge senior) was being horrible to Butters so Jimmy simply smashed the guys toes with his crutch 

Friendships:

often takes on a comic relief role in groups 

him and Clyde have big “brooo” energy 

he is the best wingman 

very supportive of his friends, no matter their interest, he always tries to lear about it so he can be there for them and cheer them on! 

Jimmy and Stan bond over their interest in writing in an English class Freshman year 

whenever Stan has a bad day or week, Jimmy or Kyle is always the first two people to notice and do something because of that 

Family:

has a pretty superficial relationship with his parents 

nothing really bad in that sense, but it ain’t that deep 

doesn’t share too much of his private life with them, but if they ask he won’t lie either

because of his good grades and general intelligence they tend to be gullible with him, so he gets away with a lot  of shit 

Ships and relationships:

I usually think of him as pan! 

I see him dating around quite a bit in high school and college! 

hooks up quite a bit, but isn’t a fuckboy, he’s very upfront about what he wants and what he doesn’t

never wants anyone to get hurt

but doesn’t have the best attention span when it comes to dating lol 

falls hard when he does tho!! 

Clyde Donovan 

Looks:

looks like a chocolate Labrador that got turned into a human shdghsdg

soft, dark brown hair 

big, puppy like brown eyes 

medium tall? 

kinda soft, like, has soft features, chubby cheeks etc but isn’t fat 

isn’t ripped either, normal to slightly pudgy I would say! 

wears a lot of old, comfy jeans and hoodies, often red ones 

likes silly graphic t-shirts! 

Personality:

the guys who cries at parties

a real good guy, there’s no denying that

he and Token both cried while watching The Kissing Booth on Netflix, promising each other to always support who the other dates. They swore to never talk about it again

loves his friends SO MUCH

generally loves being around people, he is very extroverted! 

notices stuff others may overlook

both with people and scenery and stuff idk 

compassionate to a fault 

Friendships:

when Tweek and Craig started dating, Tweek was a bit nervous about being with the group and feeling like he took up too much space?

and Clyde noticed right away and made sure to really get to know him well and they became great friends, to Craig’s somewhat surprise

Clyde can be a little intense and Craig figured Tweek might find him too much, but it ended up being the opposite, they really enjoy each other’s friendship and their differences works well together

thinks of all of these dudes as his best friends! 

his first real crush was Bebe who turned out to be gay

they’re real good friends now but deep down he’s still a little heartbroken

but he values their friendship so much so he’s working through it!  

Family:

ohhh :((( 

sad hours offh 

is still very emotionally raw from his mothers’ death

blames himself very much 

his dad is really trying to bond with him tho 

and be a good dad

like I said on the main 5 post I like the AU/headcanon that Clyde’s dad and Cartman’s mom gets married 

in that scenario I think Clyde would be very resentful at first, feeling like his mom got replaced 

but Liane is kind and warm to him and he warms up to her eventually 

calls Cartman his brother 

actually really comes to care for him tho (it’s mutual but Cartman will never admit it) 

Ships and relationships:

bi disaster 

bad luck with love 

he falls fast and hard 

gets sooo happy when things work out! 

but sooo heartbroken when they end 

he has no problem getting the dates! 

but he gets nervous and a little too intense too fast 

loses his confidence fast, but his friends are always there to pick him up <3 

[awhitehead17]

We Have Each Other

TimKon, Hurt/Comfort, Love, Hugs, Established Relationship, Fluff.

Summary: When Tim and Kon decide to make their relationship public, they both thought they were prepared for everything about to be thrown their way. It turns out that they really weren’t prepared at all. 

Enjoy! :D

When their relationship first went public, Tim had originally expected the backlash. He mentally prepared himself for the comments he would hear, the scandalous ways the papers would portray him and variety of looks he would receive when he walked through the streets.

When making the decision to publicise their relationship, he and Kon had long and tiresome conversations on making sure they each knew what to expect when it happens. Really, it would have been much easier just to keep it a secret between them, their families and friends but the desire to be together in public and to act normal pushed them to make the decision.

Eventually they got on the same page and Tim sorted out their relationship reveal to the public. With Tim being a Wayne, it didn’t take very long for the news to travel around and soon enough he and Kon became the next topic of gossip. 

Tim had thought he was prepared, he thought he was going to be able to handle everything that came with being in a public relationship with Kon, but he was wrong. He was so very wrong.

Their relationship got publicised just over four weeks ago and despite that time length, he and Kon were still the hot topic of gossip. Tim realised that he hadn’t been prepared, or actually couldn’t take any more of it, when he attended a charity gala with his family within Gotham.

Kon was attending his own party back in Kanas, some sort of annual summer festival that happens each year. Tim would rather be there than here that’s for sure.

They were surround by all of Gotham’s top socialites who were all dressed to the nines in ridiculously expensive clothing. News reporters and photographers were scattered around the room gathering who knows what kind of scandals. Luxurious food was spread widely on a table that stretched as far as one of the walls.

Tim wasn’t new to these things, he despised them but like the rest of his family he has to suffer through them to maintain a civilian identity. At the beginning there were photos, pictures and conversations with reporters before they were partially left along to ‘enjoy’ the gala.

It was at this point, a few hours into the gala, that Tim overs hears a couple socialites talking. He’s pretty sure he was meant to overhear what they were saying because they did not do anything to try and keep their voices low. He makes himself look busy as he watches the room, taking careful sips from his drink as he listens to them chatter.

“I’m surprised he’s keeping up the act.” One of them was saying, a lady in a long blue silk dress.

“Oh I know! I would have thought it was just a phase and he would have moved on from that hillbilly by now.” Another agrees with her, this was a man dressed in a light grey suit.

“What does Wayne see in him anyway? It’s not like he has anything to offer.” The third comments, another woman dressed in a loose, low hanging red dress.

The blue dress lady snorts into her drink, “He’s not bad looking, maybe Wayne keeps him around because he’s good in bed.”

“That must be the only reason why. It’s not like that country bumpkin could ever get anywhere in life or offer anything more to Wayne. No money, jewels, fame, hereditary. Just a nobody from nowhere.”

That was the last straw for Tim. Without meaning to the glass he had been holding smashes in his hand from where he clutched it too tightly in anger. It shatters all over him and his hand causing blood to instantly pool in his palm.

Everyone who had been stood by jumps at the unexpected sound and looks at him with wide eyes, however no one makes a move towards him. He glares at them and gently brushes the glass he can off of his palm. “Excuse me.” He says and makes his leave from the gala to find the nearest bathroom.

As Tim washes his hands, after picking out the glass from his skin (thankfully there was nothing deep and it all should heal within the next week), someone enters the bathroom and leans against the side as they wordlessly watch him. Tim pointedly ignores his older brother, focusing on washing his hands.

After a long moment of silence Dick reaches over and turns the taps off, he grabs a paper towel, takes Tim’s hands in his own and starts dabbing them dry. Tim ignores the way his hands shake in his brother’s grasp.

“What happened Tim?” Dick asks softly, looking at the little cuts on his skin.

Tim swallows and refuses to make eye contact. “They were bitching about Kon and… I just got annoyed. They’re commenting on things they don’t understand. ‘A nobody from nowhere’ those bastards don’t realise what the fuck they’re talking about!”

He takes a breath and frees one of his hands from Dick’s so he could wipe his eyes, hating the fact he’s tearing up over this. He finally looks up at his brother, “Kon’s made the greatest sacrifice anyone ever could and those… snobs have no idea what they’re on about.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, all he does is pull Tim for a hug which he instantly melts into. Having his brother here was comforting but in that moment he wanted his boyfriend. Tim wraps his arms around Dick and clings on tight. “I knew things like this was going to happen but to actually face it… it’s awful and unfair…”

Tim feels Dick press a kiss to the top of his head but again his brother doesn’t say anything which Tim is thankful for. They stay hugging in the bathroom for a long time before Tim gets himself together enough to face the public once again, hopefully they can pull some strings so Tim can get to go home early.

 Unknowingly, while Tim struggles in Gotham, Kon was having similar problems in Kanas.

The annual summer festival of Kanas, a time for lots of baked goods, cheerful music, smiles, fairground rides and Kon was miserable. He was stood just off to the side behind a ‘Grab a duck’ game tent playing with his phone wishing he was anywhere but there.

Tim was in Gotham attending a charity gala with his family, so Kon couldn’t call him like he wanted to. He couldn’t even call Cassie or Bart because they too were busy doing their own things. Ma and Pa were handling their own stall full of Ma’s fantastic baked pies so they couldn’t do anything for him either.

He was just debating on leaving when his hearing picks up on a conversation a group of young adults seem to be having on the other side of the tent. Kon soon recognises them as some of the people he went to school with a couple years ago.

“Have you guys heard about Kent? How he’s now dating a Wayne?” One of them were saying.

“I know! I was so surprised to find that out. I wonder how they met.” Another replies.

“Isn’t it obvious? Kent is obviously with him for the money, simply calling Wayne a sugar daddy.” The third voice snarks.

“I don’t know, he never seemed to be interested in that sort of thing.”

“Does it matter? They’re all rich snobs who think they’re better than everybody else. They throw money away like it’s nothing and actually do nothing with their lives except look down on folks like us who have to work for a living to feed our families.”

“Kent probably doesn’t know any better. I bet Wayne’s just using him for a country fling. Something that he’ll get bored with soon enough and then he’ll be moving on.”

By that point Kon’s had enough. Before he could think better of his actions, he steps out of his hiding place and clears his throat which gains the attention of his previous classmates. They all startle at his sudden appearance and rightfully look embarrassed. They each stutter out something before fleeing.

Once they disappear from his view Kon finds himself shaking with anger. How dare they say those things about Tim. They had no right. They don’t know Tim like he does, all they see is the celebrity persona Tim has to play to hide his identity. Kon wasn’t with him for money, just as Tim wasn’t with him for a fling. Tim and his family are probably one of the down to earth families he’s ever met (despite their flaws of being insane crazy Bat’s) they genuinely care for people and their wellbeing, they do their damn hardest to try and make things right both as Wayne's and Bat’s.

A sudden crack startles him out of his thoughts. He looks down to find his phone now supporting a huge crack across the screen. Kon lets out a sigh, that’s what he gets for forgetting his superstrength, that’s the fourth screen he’s broke in the last month. He fiddles with the device for a moment and is grateful to find that it still works fine. It could have been worse.

Deciding enough was enough Kon makes his leave of the festival. He was done and just wanted to be alone, or be with Tim but that wasn’t an option. He makes a quick detour to tell Ma and Pa he was heading off before leaving the festival to start the walk back. He could fly back, make the trip quicker and easier but he needs some time to think.

He knew that coming out to the public was going to be difficult, he and Tim had long conversations about it and both made sure they were on the same page about the decision. He had thought he was prepared for it, knowing there would be comments and stares about it all. But he wasn’t as prepared as he thought. Even now, weeks later after the initial reveal, things were hard to handle.

It wasn’t fair. People make comments without even knowing anything, they’re always quick to judge without knowing the details.

As he was nearing the farmhouse his phone beeps and Kon is pleasantly surprised to find that it was Tim.

“I know you’re probably busy but can you call me when you get the chance. I left the gala early, I’m back at the Manor.”

Kon instantly goes to hit the call button but hesitates just before he does so. Calling Tim was an excellent idea, he would love to his Robin’s voice right now but there was something even better he could do.

He rushes to the farmhouse and quickly changes his clothes, he scribbles Ma and Pa a note of his whereabouts before taking off for Gotham. There’s a beauty to having flight and superspeed as powers because he makes it to Wayne Manor in record time.

He floats up to Tim’s bedroom window and taps the glass. It takes a few seconds but soon enough Tim’s face appears the other side. Kon watches with amusement as Tim’s expression changes from confusion to relief before he opens the window and allows Kon to climb inside.

Once inside he turns to his boyfriend, “So I thought I’d stop by instead. Better than calling don’t you think.”

That gets a low chuckle from Tim. “Yeah definitely.”

Picking up that something was wrong, Kon frowns, “You okay dude, what happened? Why did you leave the gala early?”

Tim looks away from him in embarrassment and fiddles with his hands which Kon is now only noticing that one of them is bandaged. He steps forward and gently grabs it with his own. “Tim?”

Tim moves their hands so they can lace all of their fingers together, “A glass smashed in my hand, caused my palm to bleed. Nothing major and it’ll heal within a couple days.”

Kon feels like there was more to the story but he doesn’t push. Instead he unwinds their hands to wraps his arms around Tim, to hold him close and rest his head on top of Tim’s because it was the perfect height to do so. In return, Tim melts into the hug and slings his arms around Kon’s sides and hugs him back.

“They were making comments about you and I got angry.” Tim admits a moment later. “They said some stuff which they didn’t have a right to and I lost my temper, I accidentally smashed the glass I was holding and thankfully Dick managed to pull some strings and got us to leave early. I wanted to see you.”

Realising how similar his story was to Kon’s, Kon squeezes him and presses a kiss to his head. “Y’know I had a similar situation just now too,” he laughs lightly, “Some people I went to school with made comments they had no right to. Making judgments without any relevant details.”

It goes quiet between them as they hold one another, basking in the comfort they can provide for each other in ways no one else can. Eventually Tim breaks the silence, he pulls away from Kon to peer up at him, “Did we make the right choice about going public? Everything is just shit since we did.”

Kon contemplates this for a moment, of course he’s wondered that himself. Hell most of the time he wishes they didn’t say anything at all. In the end he reaches up to stroke Tim’s cheek and says, “I don’t know. We could have kept going on like we were but how long until someone unwanted caught us and then outed us in the way we didn’t want? It’s just the waiting game until something new comes up I guess.”

Tim hums and leans into his hand. “Unfortunately.” He looks up at Kon, making eye-contact, “Y’know I love you right. No matter what. What they say isn’t true, I’m with you because I love you for you and nothing else. They have no idea what you’re capable of and how amazing you are.”

Kon heart swells at the pride he hears in Tim’s voice. He also wonders about what kind of comments were made against him for Tim to say those things.

“And you know that I love you to right? Not because of what your name is, or who you are to the public but because you’re an amazing person who wants to do the right thing no matter what. A person who wants to help others even if it means getting hurt yourself. You’re the guy who’s been by my side my entire life, and Bart of course, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else meaning so much to me as much as you do.”

Tim smiles at him, “They have no idea what they’re talking about do they?”

Kon grins too, “Absolutely not. We’re in this together and we’ll get through it like everything else we do. We have each other and you know what Tim, fuck everyone else.”

Everyone who doesn’t know them can comment all they want, but at the end of the day Kon and Tim have one another, they both know it no matter what. That alone is enough.

[in-my-head-i-do-everything-right]

Hallie - “you had it figured out since you were in school/everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool.”

you’ve had it figured out since you were in school. everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool

Part of the reason why Allie even sends in that self-tape for that Disney show is because Cassandra tells her not to. She’s feeling rebellious. She’s thirteen.

Only then she gets a callback. And then a skype call with a casting director. And then another call but with the creator of the show. And then she’s across the country, out in sunny LA (it’s December, and it’s snowing back in West Ham, and this shift in weather is really freaking her out).

She gets through one audition. And then two.

She gets the part.

And maybe the show won’t even last a whole season. Maybe it’ll be cancelled before it even airs. Maybe she’ll hate her castmates. Or just LA in general. And, God, she can’t sing. Does Disney know that? Do they expect a music career out of her? Maybe this is all she’ll ever be known for.

But then Cassandra tells her to go for it, and then her family packs up and moves across the country, and suddenly… suddenly this is it.

-

Post-Disney, the first film she does is this small budget indie thing that films on location up in Oregon.

There’s a definite learning curve.

First of all, craft services sucks. Which makes her sound like a snob, but God, she is so used to these mini chocolate croissants available at all times. Like, on the last day of shooting that Disney show, she asked what bakery they were from. One of her co-stars had laughed at her like it was some kind of joke which honestly hurt more than the show ending.

Second of all, nature. As it turns out, shooting outside and shooting on a lot is a very different experience. And shooting out in the rain, which it is always doing in Oregon—twenty-four seven—is an… experience. But a fun experience. Really fun. Makes her think that maybe she’s doesn’t need the job security that Disney provided. Like, fuck that.

And, last of all, Harry Bingham. He gets a whole bullet on this stupid list because he’s the guy who thinks he’s somehow better than her because he got an Oscar nomination or something for a film just like this one. And he was twitter’s white boy of the month, something he is way too proud of. Like, he can’t even remember his twitter password, so why the fuck does he keep bring it up?

-

It’s really late and dark and a little cold. They’re sharing a fuzzy blanket because they could only find one and they both wanted it and when someone on set suggests they just share it neither could come up with an actual argument as to that’s a bad idea.

“You know,” he says, sort of out of nowhere, “my sister watched your show. I think she might be in love with you.”

“Oh,” Allie says, and she’s smiling at him. Not for the first time because, sadly, because he is way too funny for his own good. It’s upsetting. It’s not fair. “So, unlike you, she has taste?”

He scoffs, but he’s smiling too, very brightly. Maybe she doesn’t need the blanket. “I never said I didn’t like your show.”

She stares over at him, not trying to mask that look of surprise taking over her face. She’s just trying to picture him actually watching the show… and it’s not easy. It was a Disney show. It was stupid and immature and Harry fuckingBingham was most definitely not its target audience. She’s trying to picture him watching those commercials, the ones where she’d draw the logo with the fake wand.

Finally, she says: “Honestly, I wasn’t a huge fan of it.”

Harry lets out this light sort of snort, more an exhale than anything else. “Why’d you do it then?”

Allie shrugs. “It was a job. It was an opportunity. It was a chance that wasn’t gonna pass up just because I didn’t think it was some revolutionary thing.” She pauses, wrapping herself up just a little tighter in the blanket. “My family moved out here after I got the job. I was fourteen, and they gave up everything just so I could do this.”

“You’re good at this, Pressman,” he tells her, softly, and it’s stupid how much those words mean to her.

“Thanks, Harry.”

When they’re called back onto set, she swears his eyes linger a second longer than they probably should. That means something to her too.

-

They film a kissing scene in the rain, and she swears her heart stop for a half-a-second.

The director yells cut, and Allie can’t help it, the way she’s blinking up at him, a bit like he hung the stars in the sky, or whatever other sappy bullshit you feel when you start to realize—

It just didn’t feel fake for a moment there. On Disney, everything felt fake. She’s just not used to things being this natural.

(There are two fuzzy blankets waiting for them off set. They still share.)

-

Shooting ends on a Tuesday, and they fly back down to LA together on a studio provided jet.

Harry spends the flight tossing popcorn at her while she tries to watch Notting Hill.

“You’re being obnoxious, Bingham,” she says, one earbud out, turning to glare over at him.

He grins. “Just trying to keep you from falling in love with Hugh Grant.”

“Not possible. I’m already in love with him.”

“He’s old now.”

“Still hotter than you.”

“Not possible.”

“Verry possible.”

He scoffs. “And living vicariously through Julia Roberts isn’t healthy.”

“Oh, you know from experience, don’t you?”

“I actually met her once, at the Oscars.”

“God, everything with you always comes back to that Oscar nomination, doesn’t it, Bingham.”

He lets out this sharp, surprised laugh. She bites back a smile.

“I’ll introduce you to her one day,” he offers, it’s softer, more genuine than cocky. They’ve never talked about any sort of future, any sort of friendship that follows them past this film. Her breath catches in her throat. Her heart stops once again.

“I think I’d like that.”

-

She has a tiny guest part on some broadcast television sitcom. Craft services has those chocolate croissants. She wraps herself up in a fuzzy blanket and eats three.

She asks Harry if he’d want to grab coffee sometime.

He texts back yes almost immediately.

She wraps herself up just a little tighter.

-

She sits on the couch in Harry’s childhood home and watches her Disney show with his little sister.

“You’re even prettier in person,” Sarah tells her, almost unabashedly, and Allie blushes a light pink.

From beside her, Harry grins. “The Bingham’s have taste,” he says, his voice almost a whisper in her ear, and that makes her blush a dark pink.

“Sarah’s my favorite Bingham,” Allie announces, and the girl smiles and laughs and leans her head on Allie’s shoulder.

This feels a lot like family, she realizes, the soft familiarity of it all.

She likes it. She likes it a lot.

-

The morning Oscar nominations are announced, she wakes up beside him in his bed, wearing an old shirt of his, something warm and soft.

They lay in bed and eat chocolate croissants and wait for the call. And the sun hasn’t even risen yet—it’s so fucking early—but there’s something like adrenaline keeping her awake. God, it’s so stupid to be this attached to an award, a little statue that means practically nothing, but…

Harry lays his head in her lap. She plays with his hair.

“And if I don’t get nominated?” she asks, softly, carefully.

He stares up at her. “Then you find another script to fall in love with and do it all over again.”

“And if I do get nominated?”

“Then we figure out how to sneak snacks in the Dolby Theater and you write into your acceptance speech what an amazing guy I am.”

She’s laughing as the phone rings, and he’s sitting up to answer it. And then he’s smiling, smiling so wide, and that means—

Allie’s crying and beaming, and Harry’s holding onto her like he’s trying to keep her anchored, trying to keep her from floating away, and—

It feels a whole lot like everything was worth it.

She’s happy.

send me song lyrics and a pairing and i’ll write you a drabble

[ridiasfangirlings]

Sarumi in a Boarding School AU? Haha honestly im not sure why but I like the idea of Fushimi and Yata being roommates who dont get along but, in classic romcom fashion, a series of coincidences and mishaps causes them to see each other in a new way. And of course the best part: the pining after they get through their differences, because their friends now but suddenly they want to be more aaaa yes the kind of quality trash im always thirsting for haha

Fushimi probably gets sent to boarding school so Kisa doesn't have to deal with him, like say this is right after Niki's death but since Fushimi doesn't have a Yata to move in with (yet ;D) he's stuck in the house alone. Kisa doesn't particularly want to have to deal with him so she decides the easiest thing is to send him to a decent boarding school where he'll be out of her hair. Yata meanwhile also gets sent to school maybe to like make some more room in the house but also hopefully to better his education, like Yata's stepdad works with someone who runs the school and offers to take Yata in as a student free of charge. Yata's kinda been struggling in normal school and the apartment his family lives in is pretty cramped so his stepdad figures this would be a good idea, Yata's not super into it because he assumes all boarding school kids are stuck up snobs but he also wants to take some of the burden off his parents so he agrees.

Yata gets to the school and is shown his room, he's all excited to meet his roommate and become bestest best friends. Unfortunately for Yata his roommate is Fushimi, who's probably annoyed that Kisa couldn't even splurge to get him his own room. The minute Yata walks in Fushimi's pretty much like 'don't talk to me,' focusing solely on his computer and his PDA and basically having no interest in making friends whatsoever. Yata's not so easily defeated though and he keeps trying to get Fushimi to open up, which makes Fushimi more annoyed and he starts snapping at Yata and probably calling him by his first name (which is right on the doorplate outside their room). Yata can't believe that a whole school full of kids and he gets the number one asshole as his roommate.

The two of them end up in a bunch of classes together, though maybe Fushimi has like extra classes afterward that are for the accelerated group and he keeps ditching them because Fushimi has no interest in schools or teachers. Yata on the other hand is struggling to keep up, no one really seems to have any interest in making sure he's getting the extra help he needs and he probably doesn't get along well with many of the other kids either, like most of the kids in this school are wealthy and learned all kinds of social etiquette and no one has any interest in loud, wild Yata. Yata doesn't even notice at first that Fushimi's being ostracized too though, like at first a lot of kids want to get close to Fushimi because everyone knows who his mom is but then when they see Fushimi's got no interest in anyone people start to leave him alone or try to bully him.

One day Yata forgets something after class and has to go back and get it, which is when he sees some of the other students picking on Fushimi. Yata thought these guys were Fushimi's friends and he's really confused, which is when maybe one of the kids starts taunting Fushimi about his dead dad. Fushimi immediately reacts violently to that (for reasons entirely opposite of what Yata assumes), like headbutting the guy who said it and that sets off a fight. Yata comes running in to the fray, deciding screw this he's going to help Fushimi even if Fushimi is a jerk (like at least Fushimi is an honest jerk instead of pretending to like people or acting fake-nice just to tease someone). The teachers eventually break the whole thing up and the other kids point fingers at Fushimi and Yata, Yata's like wait you guys started it but the teacher also assumes that Fushimi and Yata are troublemakers and they get detention together.

Yata's pissed at being put in detention for this, like he and Fushimi are left alone together in a room and told to write apology letters or something. Yata wonders out loud what he should write, like he's not sorry and those guys were out of line taunting Fushimi about his parents. Fushimi shrugs as he gets up, saying he doesn't care about his parents anyway and everyone here is worthless. As Yata watches Fushimi moves aside some books and starts to climb out this hidden window that he found a few days ago, Yata follows him and immediately thinks it's super cool that Fushimi found a way to sneak out of detention. At first Fushimi starts to tell Yata not to follow him but Yata's looking at him with shining eyes and finally Fushimi clicks his tongue and is like 'if you want to follow, come on.' The two of them spend the whole afternoon hanging out and dodging teachers before sneaking back into the detention room right before their time is up, afterward they go back to their room and Yata's just bubbling over with excitement and calling Fushimi amazing and Fushimi finds himself feeling suddenly lighter than he ever has before.

So now the two of them have become inseparable and they're probably total troublemakers, Fushimi getting Yata into all sorts of bad habits and Yata doesn't care because Saruhiko is the most amazing guy he's ever met. He knows though that the two of them are different and sometimes it makes him worried, like imagine they go home for summer holidays at one point and Yata thinks about how Fushimi's going back to some rich family while Yata's headed back to this crowded apartment. But then when they return to school Yata can tell that Fushimi's suddenly acting all distant and cold again, like something terrible happened when he was home and it makes Yata wonder what kind of life Fushimi has at home and is there a way Yata can protect him from everything. This then leads to the realization of how important Fushimi is to him and Yata starts becoming more and more aware of how physically close they are all the time. Fushimi meanwhile hates his family and wants nothing more than to stay with Yata but he also thinks that there's no way this can continue, like he knows Kisa can take him out of school at any time to use as like a pawn for his inheritance and such and he can't stand that idea, that he might have to leave and never see Yata again. Fushimi's also starting to feel emotions that he can't even recognize, like he has no idea what this warm feeling is in his cheeks every time Yata gets too close or why his gaze keeps lingering on Yata all the time when Yata's not looking and he's basically just got this huge crush and doesn’t know what to do with it.

[tsarinastorm]

Lace & Paper Flowers-Adam Sackler/Reader-Part 1

Words:3100

Rating: Explicit, there is smut

Adam sat in the elite Manhattan bar, drinking his seltzer and trying to get his mind off of things. It’s been three months since Hannah rejected him. He had told her that he wanted to be there for her and her baby, he had thought that they were meant to be after everything they had been through. Then that dream was soon spoiled. He went back to Jessa, thinking that maybe she was the one he was meant to be with after all. Things were over with Jessa too, not long after their reunion, they had another explosive row where his apartment was yet again trashed. After that he told her that he wanted to put things on hold, she took as her chance to make another exit. He had no idea where she was, only that she was no longer in the city. And that Hannah was no longer in the city, she was somewhere upstate with her baby boy.

               He had chosen this bar because it was elite, and the best place to find a woman who would put Jessa and Hannah to shame. It had been while since his last lay, and he needed a good fuck. He may be out of his league, but it would be worth it for one night. Maybe if he’s lucky it will turn out to be more than just fucking and more than one night. He decides that he’ll get a drink to loosen up, so he orders a shot of whiskey. While he’s debating whether or not to take a sip of the drink, he sees a beautiful woman walk into the bar. She’s wearing a tight-fitting, nude pencil skirt, white crop top and white jacket draped over her shoulders. Motherfuck, he is definitely out of his league here.  She takes a seat at the corner of the bar and orders a drink. He’s going to have to decide what to do: go and make a conversation with her and see where it goes, or act like a chicken shit and do nothing.

However, he doesn’t end up having to make that decision.

               You walk into the bar on Friday night like any other Friday. This place is one of your favorites, its bit too elitist for your liking, but you’ve met several nice people here. Oh, and the drinks are fantastic. The bartender knows how to make them with just the right amount of alcoholic kick while keeping a pleasant taste. This is a place you go when you want to clear your mind. And you had to clear your mind from: you were crazy busy with your writing, and someone brought up your toxic ex today. Your ex was a toxic individual, and you’d finally left the relationship and put him on block. Hearing his name today though made you want to unblock him to see what he’s up to. Maybe if you found someone new tonight, you could take your mind away from the stress even if only for a few hours.

               You sit down in your normal spot by the corner, order your normal vodka cranberry and you notice the man who’s sitting a few seats down from you. He has long, wavy black hair, is well-built, and has prominent facial features. He’s not traditionally attractive, but damn he makes your heart flutter. Suddenly you’re happy that you chose to dress more seductively than usual. You notice that he looks like he hasn’t slept in days, and looks troubled by something. He’s had the same drink since you walked in, and he hasn’t taken a sip of it yet. He keeps looking at it, obviously struggling with whether or not to drink. You assume he must be an alcoholic or someone who struggles with substance abuse.  You pick up your drink and sit down beside him.

“You probably shouldn’t drink that if you haven’t already.” He turns to you with shocked eyes and he pushes the drink towards you.

“It’s yours then. You’re right. I don’t know how you knew to say that, but you’re right.” You pull the drink towards you, away from him. You angle your body so you’re facing him.

“I can just tell. I like to observe. In my experience, anyone who’s struggling that much over whether to take a drink should probably not drink it for a reason,” you hold out your hand and introduce yourself, “I’m Y/N nice to meet you”

He takes your hand and adds, “I’m Adam. Thanks.  I needed that. What do you do? You must be successful to be here.”

“I’m a writer. Just like hundreds of thousands in this city. What about you, I can say that you must be successful too to be here.”

“I’m an actor, I do mostly theater work, and a few commercials here and there. I’m certainly not successful in the traditional sense. Though, I’ll warn you, the last writer I met was crazy. Crazy enough that it’s kind of given me a complex about all writers.” He says with half of a smile, likely meaning it as a joke but waiting to see if you take offense to it.

“You know what they say about actors, always so dramatic. I kind of have a complex about them too. I guess we’ll see if we can work past them or if our complexes are true.” You laugh and take the shot. Holy shit, that burns. You remember how much you hate whiskey. You can’t help but grimace with displeasure. Your reaction makes him laugh.

“You’re clearly not a whiskey girl. You know you didn’t actually have to drink that.” He says with a bright smile.

“Definitely not a whiskey girl. I can never control my facial expressions, I would be a terrible actor.”

               You spend the next few hours talking. You’ve had several drinks but you don’t feel tipsy at all. The two of you have talked about favorite books, food, things that are overrated, and things that are underrated. You’re amazed at how naturally this conversation is flowing. You’ve found out more about him than you ever would have expected to learn from a stranger in a bar. But he doesn’t feel like any stranger in a bar, you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. He’s talked about the plays he’s been in including giving you his best accents, the craziest people he’s met in the city, and he finally confesses that he was an alcoholic. You congratulate him on his sobriety, and tell him that it must be hard. You confess that you still lonely in the city and often find it overwhelming. You decide to talk about something else.

“So how did you find this bar? You say you’re not successful yet I’m supposed to believe that you coincidently end up in a snobby Manhattan bar?”

“Funny story. I came to this bar one time with one of exes, who was a successful artist, Mimi-Rose Howard. I guess I wanted higher quality company tonight so I ended up here. Though I’m certain I scream Prospect Heights to these people.”

“I’ve heard of her. She’s your ex? A good ex or bad ex?”

“I have no good exes, only bad ones. But I guess that says more about me than it does them. She chose to get back with her ex-boyfriend while I was still in the room to overhear her decision.”

“Damn, that’s cold. You live in Prospect Heights?”

“I do, I’ve lived there for years, just can’t make myself part ways with it. What about you? Where do you live? I’m still trying to tell if you’re like the other snobs from Manhattan or not.”

“Very funny, but no I live in Brooklyn. Park Slope. I have an apartment there I share with my cousin. She’s in Seattle most of the time though. I came to this bar one time with a date. Liked the bar so I came back here but didn’t like the date so I never saw him again.”

You lock eyes and you both find yourselves unable to look away for several moments. You make the first move by placing your hand on his knee. He makes the next move by leaning in mere inches from your neck, you can feel his hot breath on your skin. It gives you goosebumps.

“I think we should get out of here,” he whispers in your ear, then he presses a surprisingly chaste kiss right below your ear, where it meets your neck. If you had any doubts about taking him home tonight they are gone now only to be replaced with excitement. You stand up, he follows you, and grabs your hand. The two of you walk out of the bar. Then you remember you don’t know if you’re going back to your place or his.

“Your place or mine?”

“You choose. I’ll go anywhere with you tonight.” He squeezes your hand and pulls you closer.

“Mine. Let’s head toward the subway.” You say as you change directions realizing that you were going the wrong way. You sit so close to him on the train that he pulls you into his lap. His arms wrap around your waist and he nuzzles into your neck. You can tell already that he’s a cuddler. That might be nice in the morning, but first, there will be other activities.

               He keeps a tight hold on you as you make your way passed the doorman of you building. You expect him to jump on you in the elevator but surprisingly he just keeps holding you as you press the button to your floor. You relax back into his warm chest, his hands are still around your waist and you can’t help but wish they’d sink lower. You can feel him hard against your ass. You think his cock must be huge.

               You unlock the door to your apartment. You take off your shoes, and throw your jacket down. Adam follows suit. You give him the tour as you pounce on each other.

“Living room” you say as you kiss him and his large body presses you into the wall, his tongue soon begs entrance in your mouth. You part your lips and his tongue explores every corner of your mouth. You take a breath and he’s pulling your top over your head. You then feel his warm hands on your breast, you can’t help but moan as he squeezes them then runs his fingers over your nipples. Your nipples harden and a whimper escapes your mouth.

               Your hands paw at his shirt until he’s pulling it up over his head. He pulls you close to him, then picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He smacks your ass which makes you wiggle.  You point the way to your bedroom as you kiss his neck, shoulders, cheek, any part of him that you can get your lips on while your hands grope the rest of him. When he gets to your bedroom, he throws you on the bed, and he searches for the zipper of your skirt. The second he finds it, it comes down your hips pulling your underwear down with it. You’re already embarrassingly wet at this point and your cunt throbs wanting friction and to be filled. You move your hand down to touch yourself but he smacks your hand away and he traces his fingers over your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Y/N” he says as his thumb finds your clit. He begins moving back and forth, varying from hard strokes to light. As his fingers further warm you up, his lips attack your neck, and you feel his teeth graze where your neck meets your shoulder.  You feel like you might combust, and you whine loudly when he suddenly moves his hand away from you.

“You’re going to need to use your words, Y/N. Do you want me to keep playing with your pretty cunt?” he says in a smug voice. The bastard is smug while you’re practically writhing.

“Yes please, keep touching me.” You finally break down and say. Normally you would never beg any man, but you felt like you’d burst if you didn’t come soon. His fingers return to you. One finger finds its way inside you, then he adds another finger, all the while he strokes circles on your clit with his thumb. He quickens the pace of his thumb, and crooks his fingers inside of you just so it grazes your g-spot perfectly. You can feel your orgasm build, you start to feel tingly through your legs and arms. You moan, and say, “More please, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good girl, using your words” he says he continues his ministrations then his lips latch onto your nipples and he gently sucks. That’s it. You come undone, you feel your orgasm rush through you and you thrust your hips up against his hand as your back arches off the mattress and your head falls back.

               As you’re coming down, you seem lick your cum off his fingers. You then grab his pants, and unbutton them. He obliges you and takes them off. Then you blatantly ogle his cock. It’s long, thick, and the most perfect cock you’ve ever seen. He notices your ogling, “Like what you see?”

You nod your head enthusiastically. You reach out and stroke him, and he grabs a condom. Then, he moves you so you’re positioned on your hands and knees with your head facing the headboard of your bed. You decide to reach for the headboard to hold onto as you feel his length teasing your folds. Then in one quick thrust he enters you, he gives you a minute to adjust before he begins ramming back into you. The sounds being made by him fucking you are absolutely obscene. He moves your hips up as you arch your back. That’s the perfect angle because he groans and quickens his pace. You moan as his cock hits your g-spot over and over, you can feel another orgasm coming. You take one of your hands from the headboard and start stroking your clit. He grabs your hair and pulls you up so your head is nearly leaning against his shoulder. His lips are suckling your ear lobe when you hear him say:

“Are you a dirty slut who likes my cock?”

“I’m a dirty slut who loves your cock,” you barely manage to say before your second orgasm rips through you. Your second orgasm is stronger than your first, you feel your legs shake, and your body feels like a flood has been released from a dam. And you moan like a porn star. You’re normally not super vocal during sex but you couldn’t help it. Adam holds you up for another minute before letting you down, and you crash unto the bed with Adam still pounding into you.

“Ah fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Adam groans as he gives you one more thrust before collapsing on top of you. You lay like that for a while both unable to move. He eventually rolls off you unto his back beside you and he pulls the condom off. You turn to your side to face him.

“I swear your cunt is the stuff of dreams, doll.” You laugh at that but decide that you’ll take that compliment. You lay there quietly just enjoying each other’s presence as you both continue to come down from your highs. He puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close so your head is laying on his chest. You finally muster up the courage to ask the question that’s been on your mind the whole night.

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“So tell me about her.” Adam moves to sit up so he can look at Y/N, because there’s no way he heard what she just said correctly. He can’t hide the surprise in his voice while his mind goes into panic.

“What?”

“You’re clearly upset over a woman, wasn’t that the purpose of this? I can tell by the way you’ve acted all night and my thesis was confirmed in the way you fucked me.”

Shit, he thinks. I already fucked this up is what runs through his head. I meet a nice girl who has her life together, we hit it off, have amazing sex and I’ve already scared her away he thinks to himself. He always finds a way fuck things up. He finds something to say other than what he’s thinking.

“Are you sure you’re not psychic? Because I think you’re psychic.”

“Not psychic, but I just know because I observe people like I already told you. I’m not upset by it, don’t worry about that. It was a good fuck, I came twice. It just seems like you need someone to talk to and I’m here if you want to vent”

“Well there’s a lot to it and it’s pretty fucked up, but I suppose it really started with Hannah.” For some reason he starts to tell Y/N the whole story from the beginning to the end. He has no idea why he feels like he talk to her, but he feels so comfortable with her, it has to be right.

“I met Hannah at a party.”

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“It sounds like the two of you created a codependent nightmare with a real connection somewhere in there too. You liked that she needed you, and you fed her narcissism. And you went back because you thought you were needed and you wanted to feel that connection again.”

You tell Adam as you place a hand over his. You’re sitting facing him with your back leaning against his legs as he reclines against your headboard. You listened intently to his whole, twisted tale. It reminded you so much of you and your ex, it was scary. It was like he and Hannah were you and your ex from an alternate universe.

“Well you have more insight into that relationship than I ever did,” he says as he holds your hand and brings up to his lips to give it a quick kiss.

“I’ve been there too. My last relationship wasn’t very healthy either. It’s easier to see when it’s happening to someone else or once you’re out of it. And I always try to be introspective of my feelings and others as a writer. You and Hannah sound like a twisted Hemingway situation to me.”

At that last comment he has to laugh, “Can you continue to compare all of my life situations to literature?”

“Absolutely. Do you want some leftover Chinese, or I can order something?”

“Absolutely. I’m starving.”