#which is why the last gif is dramatic af

[ophelialoveshandsomemen]

Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.

Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??

They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...

Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.

And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!

Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!

By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?

Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!

Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?

Alright I need to go to bed now.

[neonscandal]

Neon, from all openings and endings songs of BNHA & JJK, which are your fav? Why?

Ooof, you're probably expecting really deep analysis to accompany these likes but my pleasure is not always that deep so please lower your expectations! I'm usually listening and looking at the animations for easter eggs and vibes, if anything, I don't religiously look up translations. Some of your questions are so funny to me, I'm sorry to disappoint if this wasn't what you were expecting!

This is a light skinned man. IYKYK

JJK

Off the top of my head, I feel like JJK has no misses? Hitting different vibes but nothing that feels like a theme song. Don't get me wrong, I love a good "Gotta Catchem All" or Pokemon Rap, too, but I prefer songs that don't feel out of place if it just popped up on shuffle, you know?

KaiKai Kitan - THE TROLLING.

Lost in Paradise - Catchy AF. Plus, this was as close as we were getting to a filler episode. I love how "simple" the illustration style is but the animations of each character have so much personality in their movements. Plus, provided a solid cozy cosplay on the last day of cons when you want to dress up but don't want to be encumbered as you hit the dealer room and artist alley.

Give it Back - even without the translation, this is sad. The animation is sad. The idea of this day that never happened when you think about the canon timeline is sad. It inspired a mediocre lil oneshot because why would they do this to me, specifically? This, of course, is animating something so realistic but ethereal.

Ichizu - okay, so maybe I looked up the translation to this one too and just.. SatoSugu.

Where Our Blue Is and Lantern - make me want to burst into flames? Also, I had a no-sleep-epiphany the other night where, if Geto was the last blue spring of Gojo's youth and blue is the basis of Gojo's strength then... I failed to make a sensical connection because I clearly don't rest and I'm unwell. It's currently 3:45AM. But it was something along the lines of equating that Gojo is not at full strength without Geto.

Specialz - this animation is just. 😘👌🏾 Also the breakdown at "I love you, baby". Nevermind that it is synonymous with tragedy and trauma. King Gnu clearly must have known that when signing on since a great deal of JJK songs are theirs

More Than Words - Again, simple illustration but also capturing this idea of youth for the trio which... after S2 is so *melt emoji*?? I think the theme of romanticizing life and their connection to one another while actively contrasting with murder and mayhem is so funny to me. 🥲

God tier level looping, tbh. Ty for your service @osakaxkobe

MHA

Def more of a casual enjoyer for the music on MHA. Especially since the brain rot for this series didn't set in for a very long time so I had to go back and look up each song.

Peace Sign - my niece and nephew dance to this song dramatically and, knowing none of the words confidently, sing anyway. I think it's the instrumentals and the clapping that does it for me haha

Odd Future - lowkey meets the "appears on shuffle without being too embarrassing" requirement but, with MHA being as pervasive as it is... will not beat the weird kid allegations if this pops up because I think it's recognizable

Merry Go Round - That "Hey Brother Listen" popped off so does the crescendo.

Hitamuki - I just like the graphical switch up to the comic book style because isn't it so silly and cute just to preface some trauma??

North Wind - are you kidding me? Showing all these critical moments from Deku's first. person. perspective. to elevate how important the people shown are when we've had largely the whole story from his actual first person perspective? As he's running to catch up to everything the story has built up to like running through a museum exhibit. Inspired. Beautiful. No notes.

Sketch - for the depression. ✨

Datte Atashi no Hero - just... fantasy AU. Song I can do without but who am I to ignore the best AU illustrated and animated? A nobody, that's who.

Believe - Hawks really said "The next time the cherry blossoms fall, I hope we will all be smiling" and then everything went to shit.

Shout Baby - less song more visual commentary. Hero or villain, it all started where Class 1A is right now, some of it even sooner (like with Tenko).

[scaredysap]

uhm. bro? that's kinda. that's sorta.... you know....

okay wait ah fuck. i care him. i care the protagonist. i don't even know his name but dude decides he needs to protect someone with his life because "i've known him since this morning" and that's good enough for him. because he's a wanderer and he doesn't have any long lasting attachments, so the short ones still matter a lot. OH NO I CARE HIMMMM

why is this so tender....

oh Ankh is so normal about Eiji

the enemies drop coins medals when they're hit and defeated, this is so very much like a videogame and i love it. also!! Eiji gets different powers based on what medals he uses???? that's so cool!

OF COURSE it was the gay blonde eyeliner dude. i KNEW it. which means i kinda remembered the names but i wasn't sure, but the gayness of his interactions with Eiji definitely tipped me off

and that was episode 1! ngl i am... kinda invested! how long is this thing... 48 episodes, 20 minutes each. that's not too bad! i bet i can fit another in tonight. this was wild but so far it's been in a good way. i wanna know what the deal is with the rich dude and why he sounds so evil and also see more of Ankh. because i can already tell this guy is MY type of character. dramatic and flamboyant af, truly my style

gonna liveblog my first tokusatsu experience, aka Jude watches Kamen Rider OOO

so first off, the acting is already so over the top, it feels like i'm watching live action ace attorney

second off: TANSFORMER BIKES???? THAT SPROUT FROM VENDING MACHINES. less than five minutes in, this is already amazing

then tokens turn into suits of armour and uh

this one is just a furry version of Predatoralso OH he (I'm told it's a he) is sassy. good for him good for him

I think protagonist might just get fired

uhm. what.

oh boy, the underwear is gonna be a major ThingTM in this, isn't it.... i think that should mean that there's gonna be an emotional moment with that blonde haired eyeliner dude where he gifts the protagonist new underwear and they bond over it. it's only fair. i've seen the gifs, i know they've got stuff going on

OH MY GOD, GIRL???

wow

OH DEAR GOD, IS THIS THE GIMMCIK?? thanks, i hate it!

I HATE IT EVEN MORE NOW, THANKS AGAIN

i hate hate hate and despise the sound it makes while eating/drinking (???) the jewelry. but i must admit, it's very cool once it has gone through its pokemon evolution

[holly-mckenzie]

When a new case lands on Police Officer Nisha’s (Sai Dhansika) desk, she thinks the case is closed, all she needs to do is put a rowdy behind bars. However, when Nisha investigates the case, she realises things are more than what they seem. Determined to prove herself worthy of the kaaki setai, Nisha will do anything to solve the case. Even if this will mean working alongside the man she almost arrested, Ravi (Vijay Sethupathi), a small-time rowdy, who is eager to make Nisha’s life and job difficult.

fake movie meme (based on this post):  • vjs/dhansika for @danhellaradcliffe

[arrenlebanen777]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS 666

🌑Lilith square ASC: I see so many people in the community idolizing this aspect for the s*x appeal, but I know several people with this aspect that I find them "meehhh", but they have quite beautiful energy and bodies, and they have a rebellious energy that many try to trample on. 🌑Moon Conjunct, Trine, Sextile AC or in 1st house: i think this aspect is noble and honestly beautiful, when you are in their presence you feel so relaxed and protected that you could fall asleep (sedative effect), they bring a lot of comfort, security and vulnerability to the table because they expect and want that in return from relationships. 🌑Watch out with people who have too many dark asteroids (Walpurga, NyX, Tezcatlipoca, Apophis, 1996 SZ4, Lempo, Tyrannosaurus, Daitarabochi, Andrejka) in the 3rd house or conjunct mercury: These people hold back a lot when they speak to others because they are humans, but please don't try to provoke them because they could kill you with their words or they can really hurt you a lot, because they have quite dark mentalities when it comes to discussions, and they see all your traumas, pains, insecurities, what you try to pretend, what you are not, your weak points, they see all the problems of your life, so think twice before entering into a discussion with them because it can be an overwhelming/traumatic experience, in fact it's overwhelming for themselves too, because they don't know all the darkness that can be unleashed when they get into arguments, is a sad experience. :( 🌑People who have a lot of Taurus and Aries in their charts are very seductive but at the same time they are time bombs because they have a lot of patience but they are also very impatient at the same time.

🌑When you have Sun in the 12th house in your solar return chart you could lost a lot of things, you could feel drained a lot or could be involved in secretive situations(spiritual year). For example: The last year i had this and i lost “lifelong” friendships, one of my dogs died, proyects died, my dad got sick around that time, many people tried to take advantage of me, ego death, Shadow work, Therapy, I was involved in two relationships at the same time.

🌑Venus in sagittarius in solar return chart: You could have a lot of crushes that are from another country/city, you are going to philosophize a lot that year, you could be more extrovert,  you can travel a lot, traveling can help your self-esteem, And if you have a partner that year, traveling for both of you can greatly enliven the relationship, very fun placement to make money too, but you can become like a leaf in the wind that lacks firmness (too playful).

🌑People who have a lot of Scorpio in their charts could be stubborns AF, more than a taurus, in a more manipulative way, because they hate/suffer losing a fight, and they can become very arrogant for all the resources they have inside, but the key here to bring them down from that place, is deep emotional connection. 🌑I have observed that generally those who are Sun Virgos have much more characteristics of a lion / lioness than Sun Leo people, and Sun Leo people are much more emotional and dramatic than Cancer people, Cancer people are much more playful and witty than Geminis, obviously this is because of Vedic astrology but i see it prominently in these signs. 🌑Sun Scorpio people in Vedic astrology are Libra Sun, and it makes so much sense, they suffer a lot in relationships because they are most of the time relationship oriented(libra influence), excellent artists, Sun Libra in Vedic astrology is debilitated thats why it gives that introversion and entrepreneurs qualities(Which gives that feeling that they are mysterious but in reality they just want to be loved, they protect themselves from suffering and thats why they are possessive, jealous), Scorpios are super seductive because of the Venusian influence of Libra(vedic), and Venus in Vedic most of the time represents s*xuallity and pleasures, Thats why they have that Powerful magnetism. 🌑Important Postscript: Western Astrology most of the time is about your psychology(that is why it has effects in the external world because as it is inside, so it is outside), but there are so many types of astrology, that what we read in astro communities is a mixture of everything

🌑Juno: Talks about your capacity for commitment and it is also related to your MC (how people see you/reputation), so any planet/asteroid you have Aspecting your Juno, can influence your ability to commit and how people can see you, For example I have Lilith conjunct Juno: And I find it difficult to be in a relationship without having a high degree of s*xual content, and when I commit to something, I commit violently, all or nothing, with all my guts and strength, and sometimes I see people from the past/present having a distorted image/version of me(Lilith poison)that i am not, Until I meet them in person again and they all shut up, because they realize that it is not like that(lol), it could be annoying sometimes (I think Leonardo Dicaprio also has this position lol). 🌑Want to look the eyes of a Mercury Conjunct(0 orbs) Pluto person?: https://www.pinterest.cl/pin/14496030041175750/ (River phoenix, he also has Sun conjunct Lilith and Mars in 10th house)

🌑Water Moons: Please go to therapy, I know you think you could do it alone, but you can become very manipulative because you are avoiding internal issues that are important to attend to/see.

🌑Pluto transiting Capricorn: Pluto here is bringing to light and making evident all the social structures and paradigms that do not work, in a quite extreme way such as: Women sexualizing black men (sexualization of races), Men hating women (red pill / mgtow movements), Wars ( well this is quite evident), during the last degrees of this transit people can become quite toxic and superficial because Pluto is transforming/alchemizing that, so be prepared if we have a mental health crisis afterwards and the suicide rate goes up like crazy, because when Pluto enters aquarius: it will transforms the collective completely, it will force us to go to 5d, it will force us to work as a team in the most humanitarian and altruistic possible way, and people who won’t follow this force, could suffer like hell because something much more transcendental and bigger than your ego is working for this. And when Pluto enters Pisces: Pluto will force planetary enlightenment, unity consciousness, contact with other beings (Pleiadians, Arcturians, extraterrestrial beings), we will transform reality and raise our vibration like crazy, and in the worst case, the end of humanity(metaphorically or literally).

[tender-rosiey]

Can I request headcanons of chuuya, dazai, fyodor and whoever else you want where they stand up for y/n against a toxic family member (or toxic friend whatever your comfortable with) I just had this idea but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to :)

❥ Standing up against a toxic family member of yours

Includes Dazai, Fyodor and Chuuya

ᴀ/ɴ: *sharpens knife* do I have to kill someone? Also may anyone who gets the reference have a lovely day, it’s been a good while since I posted 😀 I hope you like this dear and this is what you wanted 💕

f/m= family member and I made the pronouns gender neutral to suit everyone’s taste and their dialogue is in bold :D

DAZAI OSAMU:

It has been the day that the great Dazai meets your family

Don’t ask me how tf did you convince them to meet him and likewise but he always wanted to “meet the people who birthed the most beautiful and stunning human on earth”

His vocabulary is sometimes concerning, oh dear

HE SHOWS UP

With a bouquet of flowers, a very pretty one too

What a gentleman

Your parents welcome him (though your dad begrudgingly)

Your mom obviously fell in love because woah a (seemingly) proper gentleman

He bows and introduces himself dramatically and throws in some ✨fancy✨ words

Your dad is wary of him because he seems a little too proper and people like that rarely appear anymore

Somehow you forgot to mention to Dazai that it was a family gathering

Though he adapted quickly so it was fine

But it came to this one person that you really didn’t like

It was your f/m who just seems to get mad and is sensitive about every single thing you do, even if your drink water

He did sense some bitchassness in the atmosphere but he couldn’t pinpoint who did it belong to, but now that he in front of them he can 🤡

He tried his best to be polite in case you wanted that and for the sake of the people there

It didn’t last long because they spoke

“Hello there, I am Dazai—“ “Why are you with that whore?”

Blink once, blink twice; did he hear that right?

“Pardon?” “I said-“ “No I heard what you said, I am making sure that you want to repeat that.”

Someone is not gonna make it out safe of nightmares

Cue his very famous glare that sends chills down their spine

“I would appreciate if you keep your mouth shut, and stop insulting my lover, now and in the future. If you do, I will know.” He then got near their ear and whispered “The price won’t be pleasant.”

“Well! I will go check the rest of the people :D”

Acts like nothing happened and goes to you and starts pampering you with kisses

Also will start shit talking them whenever you bring them up

Because I believe Dazai is the boyfriend who hates who you hate

And because they insulted you and are clearly shit and toxic so they deserve his hatred anyways

When you guys get home he will compliment you 10x more and cuddle you because he wants to remind you that you are beautiful and perfect the way you are <3

CHUUYA NAKAHARA:

You guys were shopping per the rule of “y/n should be spoiled weekly” that Chuuya put without the interference of any body

Which you everyday argued with because he shouldn’t be spending money carelessly >:(

And he defends with that is that his love for you isn’t careless

Anywho

You guys are in a shop and you were trying out outfits

He was hyping you up because as usual you are stunning af and I take no criticism

However you had an outfit that you quite liked and were showing it to chuuya to see what he thought of it, and you didn’t expect that one particular family member of yours to show up here

You have never liked them and they never did anything to lessen the dislike, on the contrary they kept treating you in a horrible way that you didn’t deserve

“Oh y/n.”

“F/M, what are you doing here?”

Chuuya could already sense the tension because of his job as a mafia required these skills though it was even crystal clear for the naked eye

“Oh nothing, I was just shopping with my fiancé; didn’t think I would run into a pig though.”

Chuuya’s anger risen as he heard those words, but they didn’t stop

“Like honestly, this doesn’t suit you at all, you are too full for it.”

“I didn’t know they allowed bitches in.”

F/M looked at Chuuya thinking he was joining them in their horrible act

“Right?—“

“I was talking about you.”

Only to be cut off by his venomous tone and horrifyingly piercing gaze

“You are gonna take your toxic and sorry self out of this shop, before I send you to a five year coma. Right this instant.”

They could only shudder and run with their tail between their leg at Chuuya’s threat

Even if you don’t know Chuuya, those words weren’t an empty threat, they were a promise

He took a deep breath before turning to you gaze softening tenfold

“Love, I know what they said is harsh, but don’t let it get to you; you are more beautiful than you think. They are just jealous of you.”

He bought the outfit you were wearing and everything you chose before gently pulling you out of the store

“Let’s go to another store, it makes me sick knowing I was in the same place as that thing.”

You smiled knowing that you had someone to rely on, and someone who truly loved you for you and in his eyes you were the beauty of the world combined

Also whenever they are brought up somehow he gags and his face is just full of disgust

FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:

Look at how his hair and ushanka are going swoosh and whoosh

Anyways

He is another one that happened with pure coincidence

Just another day of planning mass murder with your dear boyfriend while walking the streets of Yokohama incognito 🥸

Not really incognito but people couldn’t care less about anyone else in the roads

And y’all are a couple

No one needs a reminder that they are single

And what are the odds that you bumped into this very shitty and annoying familiar member of yours

Life is unfair, isn’t it

You thought you would just exchange quick hateful glances and then continue on your day forgetting even seeing their shit face

However they just had to just show how toxic they are and let out a very disturbing sound

Their voice <3

“Oh, a stray y/n is going around slutting around I see.”

You tried to pull Fyodor away from them and to continue your walk ignoring them but he wouldn’t bulge

Instead just kept staring at them, but a cold stare that they couldn’t get the hint from, because apparently they lack braincells

Hence somehow they took it as cue to continue which will eventually end in a very horrible way I assure you

“And like you are not even worth it, why are you even trying? I am surprised you have a boyfriend even—“ Please do shut up, your appearance disgusts me enough.”

They really went 👁👄👁

“What are you waiting for? Scram.”

Their trial to put on the tough act once again failed as they saw the dagger in Fyodor’s big ass coat

Hence they ran away like the embarrassment they are

But they were limping and clutching their sides?

Meh, could’ve drank a lot of water before going for a walk and polluting the air with their presence

Y’all indeed continued your walk like nothing happened after that

“Hey dear, so I was wondering about going to this rather lively restaurant in…is something the matter?”

“Did you stab them?”

“No—“

“Fyodor did you stab them?”

“:)”

“FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY!”

Anyways

he bribed you with poetic lines and kisses to forget about it

Though after that incident he is more sure about the fact that he will commence his plan to get rid of shitty people like them because screw these disgusting people

And yes they are in the ER

Ha ha

Ha 🤡

*calls steveioe*

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[laufeyamp]

President Loki Headcanons Part 2/?

HEADCANON SERIES. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- SFW Alphabet, Part I, Part 2.

PAIRING. president!loki x gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 0.879k

THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff, intense fluff, slightly smutty, swearing

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he actually included the hickey request in your agreement on the following day, highlighted in bold-

*some other normal night in the Void* y/n: Good night. *ready to go to bed* President Loki: I think we missed out a truly important event, little one. y/n: ... What event? President Loki: My supper. *climbs on top of you* y/n: BE GENTLE WITH ME . 

truthfully, he’s quite tender with you compared to what you’ve expected

instead of pinning your wrists and keeping them in place, he lets your hands wander across his body to your liking so that you’ll feel safe and comfortable

he literally takes hints and observes every facial expression and body language of yours

since he genuinely cares about you, he’ll feel extremely terrible if he accidentally hurts you which is the reason why he’s so careful

he definitely picks his spot, and a different spot every . single . time .

and also, every time he does it, he has to leave at least one special love bite on a less visible area

the last time you questioned why he said it’s only for him to view and you were like “okay I guess??”

just in case if you’re wondering about the heated kiss you both shared on the night he first bit you, neither of you brought up about it

but you both felt something different for each other, which you were both too blind to perceive what exactly was it

anyways as I was saying, he teases you whenever he notices how embarrassed you are

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ACCIDENTALLY MOAN

y/n: *moans* Mister President- *grasps onto his horns harder* President Loki: *smirks* What was that, kitten? y/n: *embarrassed af* N-Nothing. President Loki: *bites a little harder just to hear you moan his name again* y/n: *moans* President Loki: mhm, I thought I heard something. *still smirking*

he’d definitely shower you with kisses and praises every time he’s done which is your favourite part of the whole hickey session

he is super protective of you, and it’s getting a little too over

he would never let you go out alone and you must be home by sunset

he’s just worried of your safety another thing which he would never admit either

and you being that type of person who would literally drive your way into chaos and not notice it just makes stuff ten times worse

but he also forgets the fact that you’re pretty good at getting away with it too-

y/n: I CAN PROTECT MYSELF President Loki: y/n, we all know fair well that this is a lie. Remember when you were kidnapped and held hostage by some enemies of mine in the Void? And the other time when you- *proceeds to bring up about every time you get into trouble*

on top of all of that, there’s pretty much nothing you’re worried of since you knew he’d come to your rescue no matter what

he just shows up at the perfect timing which is when you’re an inch away from death with an army of men

you consider yourself quite lucky (?) to have someone who’d go out of his way for you

and you feel rather safe under his protection, to be honest

which is one of the reasons why you’re still sticking with this president who thirsts for power

President Loki: *makes a dramatic entrance* y/n: *rolls eyes* President Loki: Whoever dares lay a finger on what’s mine will have their hands cropped. *winks at you* y/n: *eye roll intensifies*

expect him to commit a gruesome murder with the target of every single person who’s involved if he finds a scratch on you

he’s so emotionally attached to you to the point where he’d start questioning how he feels towards you whenever he realizes how his blood runs cold when it comes to you

though for someone who believes that he’s destined to be alone, he wasn’t ready to confront his feelings, nor accept any of it

especially when he’s one of the candidates in a presidential election

which leads him to deny and ignore everything he feels for you dw he’ll figure it out soon

and about him wearing his horns 24/7- 

so you barged into your room to grab an item of yours since the door wasn’t locked

and with your luck, you accidentally saw him without his horns when he just finished *cough* showering *cough*

he had his towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets on his bare chest and his greasy locks damp from the shower

he was well, truth to be told, far more built up than what you’ve pictured him to be

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIS TIDDIES

President Loki: *teases* Enjoy what you’re watching, pet? y/n: *cough* I was just- *averts gaze* President Loki: *smirks* I’m listening.  y/n: -just thinking if you’d have your horns on too when you’re in a shower. President Loki: *chuckles* Is that so? y/n: *stutters nervously* Y-Yeah. *looks at anywhere but his abs* Where else do you uhm, think I would be looking at? President Loki: ... y/n: ... y/n: *glances at his tiddies very quickly* President Loki: CAUGHT IN ACTION. y/n: ... god damn it. *doesn’t even try to hide the fact that you’re staring anymore*

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[wandsandwheezes]

NASCAR III | G.W

WARNINGS // 6.9k // SMUT 18+, George x Reader // Fred x unnamed OC, Angry Fred, Racer!George, light angst, fighting, rough sex, soft sex, breeding kink af, mentions of alcohol, cars, sex, possession, praise kink, a (tiny) amount of degradation, oral, unprotected sex, one ass slap.

A/N // the series that nobody expected to become a series has now officially done just that. @darthwheezely​ and I do be hoes for these racer boys xoxo 🏎🦋 ILYSM PHIA MWAH <333

“Fred, have you seen my jumper?”

“Yeah, it’s on the bed, baby” he called. Fred was not often a meticulous man, but (as Lee said) ‘if the fit called for a bit of work, it was always worth it.’ 

And to Fred, going to a press conference with his exceptionally hot fiancé warranted at least basic perfection, right?

Fred made a low whistle as she came out of the bathroom, a towel around her. “Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.” She came to stand in front of him, pressing one, two, three kisses to his mouth, the flavour of fresh toothpaste still on her mouth. He hummed in contentment and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Love, it’ll be fine, this will be my tenth, glorious win-“

“-and you almost got in a crash last time because you were being a tosser, remember?”

“Mmmm, that’s in the details,” he said softly. He searched her eyes and sighed, pulling her flush  into his body.

“I promise I’ll be okay this time, you know I’m a great driver and that this isn’t anything different...I still intend on marrying you in one piece, you know.” She chuckled at that and he tilted her chin up, pressing a kiss to her forehead and murmuring:

“I love you, you know that?”

“And I love you, Freddie...even though you are a tosser.” 

He slung her over his shoulder, rolling his eyes dramatically, and threw her on the bed, her giggling at the action.

“There’s my saucy little minx, now how about a pre-press test drive, yeah?...”

—

“I can’t just not go, babe.” George sighed, pushing the hair from his face, a sudden clammy feeling of his clothes against his skin indicating just how nervous he was for the up and coming press conference. 

“You’re running a fever, George, I’ll call Lee and tell him that you need the rest and that–” You rambled, pressing the cool back of your hand against his forehead, then neck and chest, feeling that thin veil of sweat forming against his hot skin.

“Don’t.” He mumbled all too abruptly, cutting your flow of words short. Furrowing your brows, you looked down at him before shaking your head. He recognised the tone at which he had spat his word, immediately pulling your hand into his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m sorry I snapped, I know you’re only looking out for me.”

“It’s okay, Georgie, I still think you should stay here with me.” You sighed, climbing over his legs to be sat in his lap as you breathed out softly, watching as his eyes softened only for his eyebrow to raise, a smirk soon finding his lips while his hands rested on your waist.

“Any old excuse to keep me at the hotel then, eh?” George licked his lips, pulling you closer into his chest as he eyed your expression, the giggle that fell from his lips like pure music to his ears.

“I just want you better for the race, idiot.” You rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, his lips finding your cheeks to pepper kisses there with a smug grin on his face.

“I think I could win this one you know, regardless of me being sick or not, I have a good feeling about it.” He hummed, forehead pressed against yours lovingly.

“What makes you say that?” You prodded, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head.

“I have one thing nobody else has; you.” He praised, only for you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath as his hands ran up your back. “I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you too, George, more than you’ll ever know.”

—

The conference room was packed - that’s an understatement, really. Every journalist alive came to talk to the new dominators of modern NASCAR racing, George and Fred Weasley. Although, as George spitefully knew:

He was somewhere because of Fred. Again.

That familiar feeling of resentment threatened to bubble in the younger twin’s throat, and he immediately began to push it down. The fights, the mutual disgust and disdain - that was done now. Ten wins for Fred should mean legitimately less than nothing but excitement for his older brother. 

So why was that feeling still there? 

“Hello, everyone, I’m sorry I’m late!” Fred entered from the back of the stage, nothing but glimmer (and gloat) in the elder twin’s face. Good mood Fred could always either be an impending disaster, or one of the best things the world has ever seen.

Of course he’s late, he’s always late, George thought, before guilt immediately settled in. 

Fred took a bottle of water, winking playfully at the young lady who got him one, before settling in his seat next to George. 

“Right then, questions?” Fred boomed, that familiar sunshine of a smile very evident on his face. The man behind them, George’s manager was directing questions, and George swallowed at what questions would appear. 

“This is for Fred, do you predict another victory in this race?” The journalist asked.

Fred leaned a bit forward in his seat and dipped his mouth into the microphone:

“Does the pope wear a big hat, love?”

George however sniggered to himself at the question, holding back a laugh at Fred’s answer. Of course he would answer in the cockiest way known to man, only lighting a fire under the younger twin’s arse to kick into gear and take the baby driver down a few pegs. 

“Something funny, Georgie?” Fred turned his head slightly to the side, the smile still there, but dark eyes venturing into icier territory.

“Nothing, Brother, just think you should remember there is always tough competition, no matter how cocksure you are.” George murmured loud enough into the microphone for his words to reverberate around the room, some reporters eyeing each other before vigorously taking notes. 

Fred had been taking a sip of his water and nearly choked, eliciting a “sorry everyone!” into the microphone. He gave George a brief side eye, but no - he wasn’t going to let him ruin his moment again. They’ve moved past this, George can have his own fun, why couldn’t he be a little confident for a change?

“Hi, this question is for George,” Fred only heard that much before a brief but very definite prickle of resentment tingled at his skin. He started to feel a bit warm but was determined to brush it off, turning towards George a bit.

“You’ve had a fantastic season these past couple years, and although you’ve lost the past ten races, you still stick to the top five - will we get our own Crimson Wonder back, or is that Fred’s title now?” 

George held back on his instinct to bite at his brother’s ego, instead taking a sip of water to collect his thoughts before speaking, his mind trailing back to the words he had said this morning; ‘I have a good feeling about this one’.

“Fred and I both train hard, as does every other racer out on that track,” George swallowed thickly before continuing his sentence, “But I think my own winning streak is far from over, who knows, as you say, you may get your Crimson Wonder back yet.” 

Fred attempted to register and probably stop the inherently blank expression on his face, but honestly? It was too much. Yes, George was great, and yes, he was proud of him but.

Why was there a deeply unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach? Twintuition as they called it was something not out of the ordinary at all - but why was it that somewhere in the back of his mind he just felt this...this negative foresight.

There was one thing Fred didn’t like more than avocados (Fred hated avocados) and that was losing.

“My baby brother, so inspirational isn’t he? Gets it from my mum, absolutely.” Fred curled his lips into his mouth, gnawing on his bottom lip, in complete understanding of what he just said. The reporters didn’t have to know that any time he brought up their age or said my mum instead of our mum, it kind of lit a match in George. 

In short, Fred knew exactly what he was doing. And George didn’t really like that, but he wasn’t about to stoop to Fred’s level and ruin his public imagery, not with his wife-to-be and his sister-in-law-to-be watching and murmuring to each other with pained faces: they knew the tension was there too, of course they had.

“I think we should leave the rest of the heat for rubber burning on the track.” The moderator cut in, taking final questions from the press aimed at the others on the panel, letting the twins simmer in their own jealousy toward one another as the conference came to a close.

The boys’ demeanours had completely shifted, George staying behind to take pictures and leave autographs for fans, smile on his face and a sense of pride in his chest, while Fred had made a swift exit in just the way he arrived, looking absolutely miserable.

—

“Georgie,” Fred called out from the locker rooms, “just what the fuck was that?” His bare chest red while he angrily scrambled to get his uniform on.

“Please,” George scoffed, zipping his uniform up calmly, before pushing his bag into his locker with ease, “I could ask you the same question.” 

“I was actually trying to give the press what they wanted, a good show, you, on the other hand, just wanted to be a proper arsehole in front of everyone.” He slammed his locker door shut, his knuckles on his hand against it surely white now from childish rage.

George closed his locker with force, not so much anger, running a hand through his hair before picking up his helmet, his tongue truly in his cheek, the angel on his shoulder begging him to stay quiet while the devil paralleled telling him that it was about time he spoke his feelings. “I’m the arsehole? Check your own actions first, mate.” 

He breathed but he wasn’t done, the words flowing like vomit as he finally let go all of the bottled aggression, “You don’t know the first thing about being a racer, how fucking tiring it is and you use it against me like its something I’m not good at and I’m fucking tired of it.” 

George went to continue, but the guilt of spitting every thought in his brain suddenly overcame him, instead he clutched at his helmet a little tighter, taking a deep breath before muttering as he walked away, “Good luck out there, you’ll need it.”

Fred stood there watching him walk away, something a bit more unfair that self-loathing and resentment lingering in his chest. It was dizzying, it was a feeling he altogether hated and actively tried to pretend he didn’t have.

Fred Weasley, in short, was guilty. 

—

The Arizona sun was beating down on the track, everyone watching on with baited breath as each car lined up on the Phoenix Raceway, engines revving in anticipation of the start of the race. Fred was clutching at his steering wheel tightly, blinkered only on one thing; winning this one. George however, knew the racers he was up against; some of the best in the NASCAR cup and even some that had been driving as long as he had been alive, was lucky to find himself there, taking a deep breath. George wasn’t a religious man but in that moment he was praying to whatever god to grant him some good luck. 

The green flag waved, signalling the start of the race, each car zooming by as the engines roared. The race was a tough one and everyone watching on knew that. The first ten or so laps went just as smoothly as planned, a backhaul crash in the 18th lap just missing the twins, but nevertheless cutting the number of racers pretty much immediately in half. 

George grew more confident as he crept up the rankings, sitting comfortably in about 6th place for a grand majority of the race, while Fred trailed much behind him in about 8th place. The tension of the conference had truly stumped the older twin, pushing him to want to be up in the top dogs, but to no avail, every attempt was blocked for him. 

The final three laps, George was in fourth and Fred was nowhere to be seen, well sat in his 11th place, seething at his inevitable loss. The younger twin was content with his placing, watching the third place drop down to 5th pushing him into the top 3. George swore he felt every single beat of his heart as he zoomed past the lap line. Two to go. Third place was enough for George, especially in a race like this. He zoomed past the lap line again. White Flag. Last chance.

In a flash, a car from behind George pushed forward, striking the first place car, sending three cars spiralling off the track leaving behind only dust sparks and fire in their tacks. It didn’t click for George that he had passed the finish line in 1st place until it blared through his headset.

“I fucking did what?” He shouted as he continued speeding around the track, the confirmation of his win ringing through his ears as he let out a loud but satisfied yell, the stress of weeks of losses finally leaving him in an exhale, welcoming the new feeling of pride. 

Fred in the heat of the crash had fallen to 12th place, pushing him to be the last of all the cars on the track past the finish line - a loss he was not ready to accept no matter how much pride beamed from him hearing the news that the winner had been his own twin brother. 

—

“George, how does it feel to have a trophy back?” 

“Honestly, it feels so surreal - I’m so grateful for my team, crew, and absolutely amazing fiancée, Y/N - I love you so much, baby,” he shouted over the noise, cameras completely swamping the victory stage and hallway down to the bar. He had everything he could’ve wanted, you, a real win again, happy sponsors - but there was one thing missing.

Fred. Where was Fred? Did it really matter? He knew he hadn’t placed very far, but surely he wouldn’t be that angry would he? But then - no. No, George won, he deserved to win again after Fred had been hogging all the sunny days and he was still supportive. So where was his twin now? Even after everything.

He stopped you on his arm and said: “actually, there is one more person I really do have to thank.” He faced directly towards the camera, you utterly confused.

“Thank you, Freddie, for being the best supportive big brother a guy could ask for. You’ve always been a winner to me.” And with a shaky swallow, knowing he wasn’t here, knowing he probably could give a shit whether George thanked him or not, he went off with you on his arm to have a drink.

God knows he needed it.

—

The older twin sat in the lockers, his elbows resting on his knees, his bare arms and chest tensing periodically with pure and spiteful rage. What the absolute fuck had he done differently? He had been on his highest alert, his most pristine focus, what went wrong? 

He didn’t crash, he didn’t bitch and moan to his pit crew, he didn’t fly off the handle - yet - so why did he get the curt, “I’m sorry, son, we all lose sometimes,” from Vinnie, his new manager like it was just normal. 

Fred Weasley didn’t lose. Especially not after a ten time winning streak, no, he refused. 

So there he sat, knowing his fiancé was probably making excuse after excuse as to why her husband had fled the cameras and the questions, why he wasn’t congratulating his brother on his fantastic win - but he didn’t have the energy to feel guilt. All he felt was loathing. He barely didn’t register the soft clicking of his soon to be wife’s heels clacking against the tile floor. 

“Fred Weasley, what the fuck are you doing naked in the locker room, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said with great exasperation. She looked stunning, in that pretty little two piece skirt and black crop number, not at all like a woman frantically in search of her formula 1 MIA husband. 

“You look great, sweetheart,” he mumbled, barely looking up at her before getting up and turning to his locker, getting out his change of clothes. She watched his back ripple with tension and at the sight alone felt her thighs break for a second.

“So were you planning on telling me where you were or just sulking in here?” 

“I was taking a shower, actually...I don’t get why you’re so pissed at me.” He snapped, not even bothering to turn around. 

“I’m ‘pissed’ at you because your brother loves you and you’re in here acting like a five year old who got his teddy taken away from him.” She retorted. Fred turned around then, slamming the locker door shut for the second time that day, the sound echoing in the bathroom. 

“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?” He seemed to punctuate every word in the sentence, but his voice very quiet - too quiet. 

“You’re - just get your clothes on and knock it off, Weasley,” she scoffed, trying to walk off the very minor but very palpable fear she felt, and the evident arousal pooling in her thighs. Fred, unfortunately, knew this, and in Fred fashion, was feeling quite a good many ways about this. 

“Get your ass back here, right now, sweetheart,” he snapped, his volume gaining to a low roar. When she kept on walking to the door, his long legs loped to a brisk walk in front of the doorway, right in front of her. She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath for a second until she exhaled, and his thumb came up to grace her bottom lip.

“Open,” he said quietly, and then she did listen, her lips opening up to his thumb immediately. He always did this mannerism, when he said open he’d open his mouth too, almost showing her how she needed to be before usually saying “theeere, it is” but right now, he was silent, his mouth pressed in a thin line. 

But then she bit. And hard. Pushing him off her and making him gasp, her heels clicked down the tile as fast as she could walk. But Fred wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. In an instant he threw his elongated and toned arm out to grab her waist, pulling her back into the wall, caging her in his hold.

“You’re being an absolute twat, you know that?” She spat. He delicately slapped the side of her face and squeezed her cheeks to form an o.

“And you’re being a prissy little bitch, but I’m still here, aren’t I?” He said harshly, scanning her eyes before yanking her in for a kiss. She immediately released a desperate moan into his mouth and he slid his hand through her hair and all the knots and tangles possible to reach the back of her head. His other hand slid down up her skirt to grope her thigh, hoisting her legs around his waist. 

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad, I swear,” she breathed out, before his lips messily met hers. He always kissed with his jaw, she noticed that, when he’d hit his strong jaw out to move with her and nuzzle her face and then she always moaned like she was doing now.

In an instant he was carrying her back towards the shower, the shuffle of so many movements causing the towel around his waist to fall off.

“You ready to take a winner, baby?” 

— 

After a couple of drinks it was safe to say that you and George had gotten a little closer than you usually would have sober. He wasn’t even tipsy, feeling no more than the pride of his win but even with that he wasn’t going to ignore the fact that his girl was practically purring for him while clinging to his arm. You were so desperate to pull him in for a kiss, hell you probably would have let him have you in the hall out of pure lust for your husband-to-be.

It had been so long since you’d seen him smile the way he was now, pride radiating off his skin alongside the heat of his lingering fever, making you remember that not only had he won the hardest race he’d ever driven, but he’d done so while sick. A smirk spread over your lips as you went to push up on your toes, lips pecking a gentle kiss to his jaw.

“What’s that for, angel?” He smiled down at you, his lips now ducking down to press a loving kiss to your forehead. 

“Just a taste of how I’m gonna congratulate my winner later.” You mumbled playfully as his arm snuck around your waist to pull you in tighter, leaning to whisper in your ear as his lips grazed over your earlobe.

“Guess I should think about getting you to bed then, yeah? That what you want bub?” He pulled away from your ear with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

You nodded bashfully, letting him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the rosy hue on his cheeks apparent just from being close to you, in this moment. George didn’t care about the press or his manager or really even the win anymore, not when he had you right in front of him, begging him short of being on your knees. 

He made an excuse, whatever it had to be to get you alone, to get away from the champagne, cameras and chatting. His jacket was draped over your shoulders as you found your way out of the celebration lounge, giggling like teenagers as you walked hand in hand to his car, the echoes of laughter humming around the underground car park before he had you trapped between his body and the passenger side door.

“I can’t wait to get you back to our room.” He mumbled, lips just hovering inches away from yours. His hand slipped just under the hem of your top, his hot touch sending sparks flying through you.

“The things I want you to do to me, Weasley.” You breathed out, hand reaching behind his head to pull his lips down to yours, letting him leave no gaps between you, him and his car. 

“Oh yeah?,” he murmured breathlessly, nose knocking against yours, “Like what, princess? Don’t be shy, we have a whole journey for you to run that pretty mouth of yours.”

“You’ll ruin me one day if you keep talking like that, George.” 

“I think I’ll ruin you tonight instead, love.” 

—

“Freddie, please-“

“No, I’m not stopping until you cum on me, princess, I deserve that much,” he snarled, his cock rippling through her over and over. He had intended on fucking all his anger out on her ever since he pushed her into the shower, everything only mouths and melded hands. 

“Feels - feels so good, Freddie” she whined, her legs barely able to sustain being wrapped around him. His hips whipcracked into her at an entirely new angle, prompting her to mewl and claw at his back like a cat. 

“Oh my poor baby, can she not take my cock? Would another racer do a better job at - “ he pushed deeper into that new spot, her mewls and whines turning to wanton cries. “ - stretching you out instead of me?”

“No one can do this, Fred, I promise, love,” she murmured, her eyes rolling vacantly to the back of her head. He sensed her climax was arriving soon, she was like butter under his hot embrace.

“Look at me,” he growled, squeezing her face and tilting it upwards. “I want to see my prize when she makes a mess everywhere, you hear me, princess?” Her widened eyes bore into his deep chocolate ones and when she finished, she truly could not look at anything else except him, it was always him and only him that made her feel like this. 

“Thaaaat’s it, baby, look at you, being such a dirty little girl for me. You like making messes for me, princess?” He cooed, his soft and caring tone a total opposite to the way he pulled out and slammed back in, making her scream and be flush against him. 

“M-mhm,” she murmured, Fred shaking his head as he chuckled, carrying her dripping out of the shower, still inside her. “Do you want me to take you off?” He whispered, the anger still in his throat, but...she would always be more important. Making her feel safe was always important, even in the worst of his rage. Fortunately, she nodded at him and kissed his jaw, a soothing gesture that always meant she loved him, everything was okay, he didn’t hurt her. He smoothed the top of her wet hair down and gave the top of her head a kiss, his ring finger stroking against the centre of her spine.

But then, a certain thought excited him blackly. 

“Baby…who put that ring on you?” He asked pensively. No, he didn’t win that idiotic fucking race, and no, he didn’t beat his brother in this race but - he still won her. He suddenly felt his dick twitch deep inside her and he groaned, clenching his jaw at the sudden awareness of her engagement ring digging into his shoulder. He fully stopped looking at the ground and the towel on the locker hanger, reaching for it and dropping it flat on the ground.

“F-Freddie?” She asked weakly.

“Mhm?”

“What - what are you doing?” She released a high pitch whine at the feeling of Fred twitching again, and at that he flipped her over on the towel, backside up, his cunt and his ass being fully presented to him like that. And then he moaned, his eyes shutting after and his jaw rolling when he saw her buck her ass up to try and meet him wherever he was behind her. 

“God, you are just a good for nothing little Formula 1 whore aren’t you?” He breathed out, his hands sliding to cup her ass and squeezing, relishing in the scarlet rash of skin that came and went with a blink of an eye. 

“You’d like to think so,” she quietly quipped, his hands suddenly freezing on her ass.

“Oh...is that so? Well, then…” and at that he slowly began to squeeze again until she was squirming, then bringing his hand down to the centre of her ass, a loud smack echoing in the room. She cried into the towel and bucked her ass towards him once again. 

“Yes, yes, I’m a Formula 1 whore,” she wept, Fred chuckling and positioning his cock at her entrance, just barely letting his tip brush her cunt.

“What if I just stayed here, hmm? Didn’t even let you have my cock, just gave you a taste of what it would be like to get fucked by me and go use another checkered flag slut instead, that sound good, baby?” He said crisply, trying not to let the tortured feeling of his cock get to him. 

“Fred, I-“ and with a final growl, Fred pushed himself to the brim inside her once more. She cried out his name into the towel, his free hand not bracing himself from behind pushing her head into the towel. He was devouring every noise that came from her mouth, mostly strained cries and pants that registered with every crack of his hips inside her. He felt her near her release again, his as well, his hips losing tempo.

“Gonna marry you and stuff you with aaaall my babies, isn’t that right princess? Gonna make my trophy wife swell up, you won’t be able to even fathom seeing that pretty pussy of yours in the morning” He panted, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing in her - in his - cunt. 

“Please, wanna be so full, of your...of your babies, Fred,” she whimpered, his name falling from her lips like alphabet soup as she, with a final rock of her ass against him, came undone around him. He gripped her hips and with a sharp “I love you, fuck” followed her in the same way, his hips rolling ever so gently back into her to soothe their highs.

After a moment he pulled out of her, dismantling the baby hairs sticking to her forehead out the way, pressing kiss after kiss there. 

“Weasley, you got any car plush toys on you by chance?” She quipped, prompting a grin from Fred and a chaste kiss to her lips and nose.

“No, but the Babies R Us near home might…”

—

The second you were parked up, George had his hand snaked around the back of your neck pulling you in to peck your lips over and over, warm and comforting giggles slipping from your lips between every kiss. The trip up to your room took twice the time it would usually take, stopping frequently to evade the hotel staff, as well as missing your floor entirely in the elevator; too distracted by the taste of his lips and the way his hands gripped desperately at your hips.

Once well inside your hotel room, you found yourself underneath him, hair sprawled out beneath you as he marvelled at your beauty. A toothy grin spread across his lips before his head ducked down to press a kiss just below your ear, sucking a deep purple mark against your warm skin as a giggle erupted through his throat, the vibrations causing you to do the same, hands pressed against his shoulders to push him away. 

“Good lord, woman, I love you.” He breathed out, his lips moving to press a kiss to your forehead. You sighed out a moan as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, bunching the fabric up as he pushed it up your torso and over your bra, exposing the plain but gorgeous lace.

His lips soon pressed against your exposed skin, sucking mark after mark down the valley of your breasts, humming in satisfaction at the way you writhed beneath him as your hands wove through his soft, ginger locks, tousling them perfectly as you giggled together.

“You may have won today, Georgie, but I’m winning now.” You whined, keeping him pulled close to you as his free hand snuck just underneath the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing against your sensitive clit as he swallowed each and every moan, taking pleasure in slipping the flimsy lace to the side to sink his fingers into you quickly and with no mercy, letting you chant his name as you begged for more. 

It didn’t take much for him to oblige, hardly pulling away from you to slip his cock free, teasing your entrance for a moment before he was pushing slowly into you, letting you get used to the feeling of the first few inches, only for him to pull back out, chuckling darkly at the way you writhed against the sheets. “Baby please, don’t tease me like that.” 

He pouted mockingly, dipping his head down to press a slow and intimate kiss to your lips, nose nudging against yours before he mumbled into the kiss, letting you lean into it. “As you wish, princess.” 

Almost all at once, you felt him move your hips to the right position, continuing to tease you as he sank slowly into you, not daring to pull away again as he eyed the way your face contorted with pleasure, your hands slipping under the thin t-shirt, he wore, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room, your nails dragging down the freshly exposed skin, pulling a groan from him.

“I’m gonna fuck you so deep, bub, gonna make you scream and give you a baby.” He groaned, hands pressing your head down to the mattress as he cradled it, hot breath fanning over your face as his slow thrusts pulled moan after moan from you.

His strong arm hooked underneath you, pulling you up and into his chest, as his hips continued in pushing in and out of you at the most antagonising pace. He smirked at the way your head immediately fell to rest on his shoulder, your eyes squeezing shut from the new angle. 

“Bet you’re loving this aren’t you? Not so bold anymore, angel.” His gravelly voice rumbled through your ear, hand gripping that little bit tighter as he felt your small shallow breaths growing deeper at the intensely slow lovemaking you were far from expecting tonight.

“I’m still bold.” You whispered, nudging forward to pull his earlobe between your teeth before peppering sloppy, wet kisses along his neck.

“Funny one, love.” He smirked, beginning to pick the pace up a notch, enough to bring the hanging release down on you, pushing you to be clenching around him as you begged for it. “I knew you’d like that.”

He had a way of completely dumbfounding you, making you lost for words, finding yourself against the sheets fully again, this time he had hooked your legs over his shoulders only to lean down and press his lips to yours, all the time his skilled fingers toyed with your clit. 

You felt as if every sense had been awoken, stimulated by his very touch like a fire had been lit around you, pulling you into the embrace of the flames as you found yourself screaming his name, the inevitable high falling over you.

“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me…” He breathed heavily, his lips pressing to your forehead as he continued to ride out your high, his own release painting your walls as he fucked it into you, pulling true on his promise of filling you up.

You felt so full, his love washing through you from head to toe as he lazily kissed you, slipping your legs off his shoulders to pull you back into his arms, keeping himself bottomed out inside of you. 

“I’m dead serious about giving you a baby, princess.” He chuckled, hand trailing up and down your back as he traced languid shapes into your soft skin.

“Good, I’m dead serious about having your baby.”

—

Fred knocked on the door, his foot tapping on the carpet outside George’s hotel room. He was always a fidgety man, but today would be all too different for the eldest Weasley twin. 

He knocked once more, altogether considering just going home and leaving a lengthy but probably nonsense voicemail, if not entirely fueled by alcohol then by sheer force of nature that was his fiancé alone. 

He had decided on giving up, his legs stretching as he turned around. But then the door opened, the equally messy haired ginger behind it looking so much calmer and more serene than Fred ever could. 

“Heya, Georgie,” Fred breathed out. George would never have said it out loud, but Fred looked like absolute death. He could tell his older brother had gotten little to no sleep, his eyes sunken in. He knew Fred was hurting, and George never was one to rub it in. If anything, George would always be the one who understood him the most, they rarely ever had to apologize to each other for things like this, their souls simply understanding when pain was evident. 

“Morning, Freddie…” George spoke warmly, crossing his arms over his chest for a moment, smiling lazily at his twin as he pondered his next move. “D’you wanna come in?” 

“Yeah...yeah, that’d be nice,” he swallowed, smiling softly at his slightly younger (but in many ways, much older) twin. 

George stepped aside, letting his brother in as he shut the door behind him. He rubbed his hands together, a smile that rounded his cheeks on his face as he sensed the awkwardness in the room. This wasn’t like them at all. “Everyone missed you yesterday, Fred, parties aren’t the same without you.”

“As in, no one drank all the rum and Coke at the party without me is what I’m hearing?” He cracked a small smile, attempting to avoid as much eye contact with Georgie that wasn’t necessary. 

“George, I’m so sorry.” He said softly, his jaw stilling. 

“You don’t have to apologise, Fred.”

“No, but I do. I...I know how special being behind the wheel is to you, and you’re right. I don’t know what it means to win, at least not like you, and...George, you’re my best friend, stupid.” He aggressively wiped under his eyes. “I want to be happy for you and lately I haven’t even been thankful for you and that isn’t fair, mate, I...I love you. So much.”

“I feel like I was losing you there, Freddie, I’ve hardly seen you, we don’t talk unless it’s a press conference and just… Fuck I hate this, I miss being able to call you and talk about all the dumb things we can do together.” George sighed, looking up to the ceiling to stop the tears from falling.

Fred’s, however, were already hitting the ground. “I hate it too, Georgie...I hate it so much. It’s fun, being a racer like you - with you - but I just...I want to fix your tires again, man” he tearfully chuckled, watching George do the same. “I want to say stupid shit like ‘baby brother, your blinker fluid is out’ over the headset and listen to you cuss me out, and I want to be able to know I’m still on your team at the end of the day.” He curled his lip inward. “That’s all I’ve wanted. Is to be on your team.” 

“You have no idea what it’s like to win without you, when you’re out there making sure that everything is okay I just know my big brother is there looking out for me and I miss it, I miss telling everyone that it was you who made it possible, Freddie, you’re my star man.” George smiled, scratching his arm nervously, wanting nothing more than for things to be like old times.

Fred let out a breathy laugh, his eyes still brimming with fresh tears. “I’m the last one to thank, you big wanker, I don’t drive the damn thing constantly, that’s all you and your foolishness.” He swallowed. “I just...if you’ll have me back, I already talked to the Wood Brothers and everything but um...there’s a deal where I would be able to also drive once a month or so, and be your Pit Crew Pit Bull the other races. If that was okay with you - I want to be there with you again.” His knee bounced in the silence, his guilt and fear bouldering in his throat.

“I’d want nothing more than to have you back, I think it’ll be good for you to still stay driving, you have to get that adrenaline fill somewhere… I don’t say it enough, but I’m proud of you, proud of what you’ve achieved.” George smiled, the toothy grin brightening up the room as the awkwardness seemed to fade. “Even though you do become a cocky bastard sometimes.” 

Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes. “One does not become a cocky bastard, Georgie-kins, one is a cocky bastard...also, I have to be,” he said getting up and moving to where George was sitting. “if I’m going up against my snot-nosed little brother who’s getting married and is going to expect me to babysit for a thousand hateful children,” he waggled his eyebrows and threw a pillow at him. “But thank you...I mean that. You know you’re easily the best on that track every time. Every time. I’m...I'm proud to be your twin, Georgie.”

“I don’t know how I survived without your brilliant humour gracing us all, Freddie, I truly missed the inspiring wit,” George chuckled, gently nudging his twin with his fist, “After all, you’re not too bad of a brother to have, not everyone can be me but you’re as close as anyone’s gonna get.” He smirked, eyebrow raised as he looked over to his twin.

“I truly am so distraught I did not destroy you in the womb when I had the shot, but here’s to the wish anyway,” full on slamming George in the face with the pillow and howling at the action. “Top that, bitch,” he barked.

“It’s on now.” George laughed, throwing the pillow back at his brother, sending an eruption of laughter echoing around the hotel room, the two boys flinging cushions around like there was no tomorrow.

But the laughter didn’t end, only continuing as loud roars and giggles as time passed. You found yourself swinging your legs out of bed, trudging towards the source of the noise, only to find feathers everywhere and the twins laughing together in a childlike manner. “Could the two of you be any more loud?” 

“Sorry, baby… didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Yeah, sorry, Y/N.” Fred chimed in.

“You’re damn lucky it isn’t early, Weasley.” You sighed, rolling your eyes as you shuffled off towards the warm embrace of the morning shower, thankful to see the twins as they should be, happy and together once again.

A/N //  so phia and i have pretty much decided that we’re gonna keep this going so... part IV coming sooooon ;))))

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Oneshot- Derek Hale

Derek Hale x reader fluff

This is extremely fluffy, I nearly puked sorry :)

(A little bit oc like but who cares :)

You and Derek have a nice Day together.

The bright morning light shone through the huge windows in the loft, waking you up softly.

You felt light breathing on your head making you you flutter your eyes oben to see you were cuddled into Dereks naked chest as he had his arms wrapped around you securely. You were clothed in Dereks T-Shirt and a pair of underwear which Derek was wearing too, speaking of lower part of the body, your legs were completely entangled in his, your leg between his and his leg draped around yours.

You enjoyed his soft breathing on your hair making little strands blow away.

You felt your nose was icy cold due to it being winter so you nuzzled more into his chest and warmed you up more, which must have woken him up a bit.

You felt him kiss the top of your head.

,,Good Morning.“

he said with a sexy morning voice.

,,Morning.“ you tried to say but it came out as a ‚mmnng‘ as your lips were muffled with his chest.

,,You’re cold“

,,mhm“

He wrapped his arms around you tightly and rolled you so you were on top of him with him lying on his back, he spread his legs so you’d be comfortable between them, which you totally were.

He pulled the blanket more up so it covered your shoulders, nearly reaching your nose as it only covered half of his chest.

You layed there for at least half an hour with him playing with your hair until your tummy decided to be hungry and ruining the beautiful position, he chuckled:

,,hungry?“

,,no“ You said not wanting to move.

He huffed in amusement, gave you a kiss on the head and sat up with you on his lap, your head on his neck. He then wrapped your legs around his waist and stood up, his hands hold your butt so you don’t Fall, which he loved. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hung your head under his chin, still tired af.

He tried getting you to sit on the stool in the kitchen but you just held on tighter, so he gave up, making you both a sandwich while your still clinging on him like a monkey.

As soon as he was done you jumped off and swooped the plate away, he smiled and joined you on the couch watching Rick&Morty on your new flatscreen TV. The last two months were spent with you decorating the Loft to look more comfortable, Derek loved it and helped you out, even the pack went out of their way to help.

Anyway, you were sat there with a sandwich, Derek knew you were still cold so he took the fluffy blanket and wrapped you both in it.

Once you both were done Derek got some strawberries and ate them with you, then he layed down with his head on your lap, head faced upwards so he could see you grinning down at him ,,what?” He asked smiling at your dopey grin, ,,oh, just that bit of strawberry on your mouth.” You said. He tried licking it away but you couldn’t stop laughing ,,now you really look like a dog.”

He rolled his eyes and went to wipe it off with his hand but you stopped him, gripped his hand, bent down and licked away the bit of strawberry on the upper lip, you went to go back up but Derek cought you in a soft and gentle kiss, resting his now released hands on either side of your face as he caressed your cheek up to to the back of your ear.

Derek broke the kiss for air, you kissed the tip of his nose like he did with you earlier and leans back on your lap.

Derek was never really cuddly with other people around, he kinda has this badass reputation going on but never when he’s with you, he would always make sure your okay, and never leave without a kiss and a ‚i love you‘, which you absolutely adored.

There was comfortable silence of you two watching TV, enjoying each other’s company.

Derek broke the silence: ,,What do you wanna do today?“.

You turned the volume of the TV down so you could hear him better.

,,Hm, let me think about it.“

You thought while caressing Dereks hair, it was very soft, but a still a certain roughness in it.

,,What about a date?” Derek asked as he turned to look at you.

,,Ouh we haven’t had one of those in a while!“ you said excitedly.

He smiled, got up and said:,, 8 o’clock here, wear something warm and comfortable, I’ll organize the rest.” Then he walked off to who knows where.

You were happy to be spending more time with him.

You stood up and started preparing for things not knowing what to bring.

[ 9 hours later]

(In that time you went shopping with Lydia and got some dinner with her, she’s kinda your bestie to go)

You sat on the couch, grey wool jumper, black jeans and a black coat, waiting for your Prince Charming.

Finally a knock was heard from the loft door. You opened it to see Derek in also a gray hoodie and black jeans.

He smiled as he saw you ,,You manage to look perfect In anything” he said as he intertwined his hand In yours, starting to lead you down the loft. You blushed, kissed his cheek ,,well good thing we’re matching, I guess we both were going for perfect.” You said smoothly, he chuckled and led you to his beautiful camaro.

As Derek drove through the streets he intertwined his right hand with your left hand, keeping them on the gear and one hand on the wheel. The radio played a familiar tune as you slightly bounced your leg to the song.

The car ride was silent, not bad silence but peaceful silence.

You were now in a parking lot in the woods. The moonlight shone perfectly around the trees and leaves.

Derek got out of the car and went to open your door before you could. He smirked while you rolled your eyes and laughed ,,always the gentleman.“

,,always“ he replied with a smile while taking your hand once again in his, leading you to the trunk of the car.

,,Is this the scene where the loving maniacal boyfriend kills the girlfriend in cold blood and drags her body in a hole he digged? That would explain why you were preparing for so long.” You gasped loudly for dramatic flaire.

,,The boyfriend might, if he’s tempted enough by his equally loving maniacal girlfriend.“ he sassed back, quirking an eyebrow, tilting his head and looking deep into your eyes. It was a look he often did, kind of his trademark look.

You both chuckled as he resumed taking the stuff out of the trunk.

You couldn’t really guess what you both were going to do because he his the stuff in two black duffel bags, you took one duffel bag and he took the other, he didn’t bother to argue because he knew you would rather stubbornly take the bag than give both to him since he’s more than capable of taking them.

After a little walk in the woods he led you to a clearing right by a lake.

It was beautiful, there was plenty of room to sit on, the Moon reflecting elegantly against the water.

While you were gushing about the prettiness of this place you didn’t seem to notice your boyfriend building up a little tent, there even was a picnic blanket on the floor, a basket and some lights around it.

When Derek was finished building up the tent you walked up to him and threw yourself on him in a big hug throwing him in the blanket with you, he laughed and kissed your cheek.

,,This is the best Derek! Like WOW! I love you so much.” You said while peppering kisses all over his face.

,,Aw I love you so much too, you big softie.” He said with a big smirk.

,,oh shut up I was trying to be nice so fuck off, you did great.” You said getting off and sitting next to him. He laughed ,,There she is.“ .

He brought out the basket and got some bread sticks out, some wine and some fruit. We started talking and eating throughout the night.

He suddenly stood up and held his hand out. You reluctantly took it as you didn’t know what his devious mind was up to.

,,Take your clothes off”

You raised your eyebrows, not understanding what he was up to. He got out a pair of swimming trunks for him and put them on. Normally you’d be uncomfortable undressing in front of a boyfriend because you were insecure, honestly though, who isn’t? Derek knew that and always reassured you that you were the most beautiful woman on earth, that’s why Derek isn’t just any boyfriend, you felt very comfortable in your own skin around him.

,,So you knew we would go swimming but decided against packing my swimsuit?” You asked, eyebrows still raised.

,,Well I thought it would be nicer in underwear?” He said smirking.

,,For whom?”

He chuckled and walked over to you, kissing you.

He pulled your sweater up while you kissed and undid your jeans. You pulled back, stepping out of your jeans.

He led you to the water, picked you up and threw you into the icy cold water.

You gasped as you resurfaced, seeing Derek laughing as you were flailing your arms around. You tried pulling him in but it didn’t work, you splashed him a couple of times. This continued a few times, you trying to get out but that resulted in you being tossed into the water again, again and again. Soon You began to shiver, so he went in the water and held you close. You rested your head on his neck as he did the same, playing with you hair.

You sat there for a bit before you started to shiver again. He held you tight and walked out of the water with you still on him. He layed out two towels as sat you both on them. He even brought a heater!? There was a power supply in the ground, bc this place was made for camping, it was shut down but the power weirdly still works, I suspect Derek bought the property. He said he used to come here for peace and quiet, when he needed to get away. We layed on the towels and wrapped in lots of blankets, stargazing, talking, joking and remeniscing o about the past.

,,You know I love you?“ he said suddenly getting serious and staring into my eyes as he held both my hands.

,,Of course! I love you too.” You smiled and stared back into his eyes.

,,No, you don’t know how much I love you.

Every day I wake up in the morning and see your beautiful face. Every time I see you I just want to hold you and never let go. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you so I try to be with you every day. I want to protect you forever, I never want to imagine letting go of you, never!

So I’m asking you this [Y/N] [L/N], will you marry me?”

He asked as he pulled out a little box, a beautiful ring with a diamond and the Hale Triskelion on It. To say it was gorgeous was an understatement.

You had tears in your eyes. Frantically nodding and breathing out multiple ,Yes’s before you kissed him passionately.

He was had the biggest smile while you kissed, his hands on you waist as you were now between his legs.

The night went on about you both talking about the future, making plans and what not. Derek wanted kids, a lot he said, you didn’t expect that since you never really saw him as a kids person but you can definitely see why, his own little pack.

You wanted to get married with all your closest friends, even Peter should be there.

You wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man. YOUR man.

When you both realized the excitement and the thought of being husband and wife settled in you could feel the temperature of you shared blanket space increase.

You decided to go to the tent since thing were getting a little steamy.

Oh what a wonderful night.

A/N: If you want me to make a continuation of it just tell me :)

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[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi Dear Jalebi, I demand your analysis :)   What are your thoughts on IPKKND might have some typical track if the audience, TRP, actors departure didn't influence it otherwise? Let me explain, IPKKND was supposed to have a longer office track (that wasn't common though, I would've loved it) but the TRP was low, so Shantivan track was introduced. Then, I read that, Sana Maqbul (Lavanya) wanted to quit IPKKND, that's why the quick breakup???

Is that why they didn't give us the COMMON AF *jealousy and hero's ex GF turns villain* track? Then again, Anjali was jealous and sad about Khushi after the first reveal of Shyam, and it looked like track about Didi Ki Saut was beginning. But again ratings dropped and the fandom didn't react well (kinda protested), Anjali quickly stopped showing jealousy and Dadi was introduced to give ArShi a common saas-bahu vibe.

Hello Dear Analysis Anon!

I am going to over answer this with a lot of detail because I have a lot of thoughts, as always! Time to get into my thinking cape/coat:

This analysis is going to cover:

(1) every example you just mentioned,

(2) my thoughts on external things affecting plot of the story,

(3) things/plots/ tracks that could've been if not for external factors

Examples

1) IPKKND was supposed to have a longer office track (that wasn't common though, I would've loved it) but the TRP was low, so Shantivan track was introduced

As far as I can remember from one of the writers' interviews, the office track was cut short because this was a show on Star Plus - which, as a channel, caters to 'family audience' therefore needs to have sanskaar and stuff at its core. Hence the rude shortening of the office track and weird 'makeover' and 'desi-dying' Lavanya. And hence we had a very weird four months of an eighteen-twenty years old Khushi teaching someone about sanskaars and suddenly knowing everything about a household when Bua-ji or even Payal would've been a more apt choice for this 'tutoring'.

If this was a Star One show, they might've not shifted out of the office for the longest time!

2) Sana Maqbul (Lavanya) wanted to quit IPKKND, that's why the quick breakup??? Is that why they didn't give us the COMMON AF *jealousy and hero's ex GF turns villain* track?

I did not know that's why the quick end happened. Honestly that happened perfectly. I think Lavanya had an inkling about their relationship heading south right when Arnav told everyone he's getting engaged to her. But she chooses to not see it until one day she couldn't. Maybe we could've gotten more from La but if you see carefully, La clearly knows that this relationship is now just for face. Bless her heart for trying though, trying with a smile!

Also, again I think the writers never thought of making Lavanya a vamp. They had enough material with Arnav-Khushi's own differences, Shyam and Buaji playing enough roles to mess up Arnav-Khushi's love story. I probably think they always had planned Lavanya as a beautiful person who was unintentionally caught in all of this. I feel they planned La and Khushi's friendship - they clearly enjoyed writing two completely different people becoming closest of friends.

The writers/creators deserve full credit for this.

3) Then again, Anjali was jealous and sad about Khushi after the first reveal of Shyam, and it looked like track about Didi Ki Saut was beginning. But again ratings dropped and the fandom didn't react well (kinda protested), Anjali quickly stopped showing jealousy and Dadi was introduced to give ArShi a common saas-bahu vibe.

This is all true.

My Thoughts on External Things Affecting Plot

It's not necessarily bad that external things affect plot. Feedback, from channel or fans, can help the show to pivot and understand what is working and what's not. The problem is when feedback is implemented regardless whether or not it matches the theme of the plot.

I loved:

1) The channel moving out of the office because the power dynamic was too great and the contract terms were very unhealthy and Arnav Singh Raizada deserved to get sued at least 10 times by the end of this contract so yes, the shorter the office track the better. Literally the saving grace is they didn't "fall in love" there.

2) The fans protesting against Didi Ki Saut track. Not because I hated the track - I think it was executed in the worst manner! From identical visual languages to show Arnav-Anjali and Arnav-Khushi scenes (which didn't work to show Arnav being equally torn between the two most important women in his life, but just made the audience get creeped by Arnav-Anjali's relationship) and writing scenes of Anjali getting offended by Arnav-Khushi's intimacy/Arnav spending time with his wife, on her birthday, in his bedroom... did she expect Khushi would just *disappear* in a her and Arnav's bedroom? Like that was the worst way to show a compelling plot line and giving people some weird thoughts about Anjali-Arnav (which I hate because I LOVE Anjali-Arnav).

3) Barun walking out when the plot was literally done. Yes, thank you!

4) Barun going to do a movie led to the kidnapping track, which I liked a lot. No, not the nonsense of Manorama Bond fishing out Delhi's security camera footages in vintage recording system - but the fact that given the chasm and angst between Arnav & Khushi, only something bigger than their misunderstanding could force Arnav to give weight to his feelings and for Khushi to be able to forgive him. And his life was at stake. It was a sharp reminder to both of them that they lost so much by not communicating that it doesn't matter what they had to say - they loved each other, they just needed to get back and fight off everything together.

And then again, there are things I HATED that happened because of external factors:

1) The channel for the whole La becomes Desi. And the overdose of sanskaar and tradition that followed for a few months *uggggh* Clearly the channel demanded this from the plot because family, traditions and all are important to Star Plus (wtf are they thinking for Ghum Hai Kisi Ke? though or YRKKH?) And even the Aarav track and Mrs. India - two tracks with terrible execution - were very Star Plus recommended content. Just now Saath Nibhana Saathiya 2 had a Mrs. Surat/Gujarat track and Yeh Hai Chaahatein had a miracle child popping up...

2) The fans demanding Arnav & Khushi's proximity. The whole hut scene was *noooooo*. Lack of consent, body doubles, GLARING logical loopholes and them just trying to do it when one of them is really not in the mood and they were both so out of character. @phati-sari explains this really well in her post (just search for the hut to get all relevant posts on her blog)

3) Barun? Not exactly - he's never in control of the plot so really it's the writers that kinda know what to do with his presence and absence. Even if they get a short time, it's upto the creators who know if they use the last 2-3 weeks for stretching a random track as much as they can and give a rushed ending or quickly wrap up a crap track and give a satisfactory ending. A good example of this is Lavanya's exit - although rushed was dealt with grace, important conversations and memorable hugs. Bad one is the end of the show - I know Barun gave his papers but I wish they went the La way with the end of the show - important convos, teary hugs and a sweet moment (they tried their best tho...)

It's an ITV trend though to not plan for the end of a show... they stretch a crappy track as much as they can and have like a 2 min epilogue. Kasautii 2.0 was the funniest cause they had all misconceptions cleared, Komolika and Mr. Bajaj die and then have a weird 2 min pillow fight to show 'happy family'... guess in that way I'm glad we had whatever we did with IPKKND!

Possible Tracks Then

So if external factors didn't influence the show, we might have had the following:

1) A longer office track. It would end the way it did in canon though. I think it was prewritten that at one point Khushi would tear up the contract and hold him accountable for everything Arnav did. Just instead of 3-4 days it would've been 10-15 days after the contract.

2) Didi Ki Saut track. Honestly that was compelling if executed right. Sometimes you can have an antagonist without becoming a villain, Anjali the perfect character for that.

3) A separation track. I'm pretty sure Arnav-Khushi could have separated at some point in their six months marriage - this is just my inkling and not something I heard in an interview unlike the above two. If given full reign to writing, we probably would've gotten an angst heavy stuff at some point post marriage/6 months.

4) A remarriage track sans Dadi. We know why Dadi was introduced (honestly I didn't mind her, it was a track done well and kinda to redeem Arnav in front of the public eyes. It's a perfect track cause Arnav is 'nice' for standing up for her and kinda heals the wounds he caused in the first few months of the marriage by retorting someone who tells Khushi everything he told her...) But anyway I do think a remarriage was in the works, not because of TRPs but the way their whole 'marriage' was framed and how Khushi was broken because of the lack of everything in it. And they deserved one w/o the devastation that night brought.

5) The 'marriage' would've been a live in. Arnav and Khushi's elopement was supposed to be darker in nature*. Their 'marriage' would've had no religious nor legal validity, therefore a stark contradiction to everything Khushi stood for... but you can't have that in ITV. *By dark I don't mean sexual violence - never.*

6) The whole IPKKND was meant to be darker. I am glad for the romantic comedy though! I think their balance of angst and comedy pre marriage was perfect! Not sure post marriage because it felt like a loop of going back to square one with no progress. But I think things were meant to be less subtle, more tragic and dramatized. So I think we could've gotten extremely angsty periods post marriage with a slow, gentle lull to the romance/comedy. While I am extremely glad for the lightheartedness, I wish I could've read what the whole original concept for Arnav/Khushi was!

7) Arnav revealing the truth to Khushi would've been different. We know the distasteful suicide track quickly came as a way to push Arnav's buttons and have him confess the truth of his elopement to Khushi. And that came from Barun going away - hence the quick kidnapping track and everything. So if Barun didn't go away, I honestly don't know how the revelation would happen. Would Arnav start piecing things together from information and things about Shyam in Laxminagar? Would Arnav end up helping and hospitalizing Shashi who would tell him the truth? Would Arnav come across any hidden wedding card Buaji could've had printed for Shyam-Khushi or even Shyam's fake kundili? Given the Gupta house wasn't the place where Shyam covered his tracks... was this where Arnav would start seeing things? Or guilt ridden, would Garima/Khushi/Madhumati tell Arnav the truth? Something was meant to happen for this revelation, whether it's Arnav believing Khushi or just getting further evidence against her - I... don't know! I wish I knew what the writers had in store.

We highly appreciate for not showing a typical Nanand against Bhaabi trope, also for not making La villain, but would it result differently if things didn't have a hand? Imma cry thinking Anjali jealous and La villain! meh!  What a feast for the eyes it was to see ONLY ONE VILLAIN and less negativity in a tellywood show. Baas bohut hua my casual verbiage. By demand I mean no pressure, please take your valuable time and reply whenever you feel like it.Take Loads of Care and Chocolates your way <3

I hope the above answered all your queries :) Thank you for all the chocolates and care!!!

Phew this was rather long! A big hug to anyone who went through it! See ya later!

- Jalebi

[swordofpevensie]

As I've seen it again, here are my favorite things about Prince Caspian (2008):

warnings: It is a very long post and I can't help but swear sometimes.

• How Caspian is confused all the time.

• Prefossor: “Don't use that until you really need to use it.”

Caspian: *Uses it the first time he is in danger.* Good job boy, good job.

• “Phyllis.” “SUSAN!” (Lucy does the same thing in tvodt *emotional voices*)

• That disappinted look in Susan's eyes when she sees Peter fighting, and they way she doesn't do anything to help him. Like girl they are beating your brother??

• Edmund comes and saves Peter by simply jumping on everyone who is trying to hurt Peter. We love a clever and quick boi™

• Lucy's little comfort to Peter. *sniffing*

• Peter's iconic hair, that rebel and sassy hair.

• “I'm not touching you!” “I'M NOT HOLDING YOUR HAND!”

• How happy they are at the beach and the way they finally can have pure fun. *more sniffing*

• Narnia is so beautiful in summer and Pevensies look so beautiful too.

• And for my own please, I'll mention how beautiful Peter looks when he is playing in the sea and walking among the ruins.

• The way Lucy holds Peter's hand to show him the way and THE TORCH SCENE GETS ME EVERYTIME.

• Everyone is like where the hell are we and Lucy is just enjoying her apple.

• And again for my own pleasure, I'll mention how beautiful Susan looks.

• “wHiCh cHeSs sEt?” “whOt?” We love a one confused king.

• That shot when they all stand in their places in the ruins and Peter says “Cair Paravel.” I'm like YES SIR I'M READY TO SACRIFICE MY WHOLE LIFE FOR YOU.

• I'm lowkey attracted to General Glozelle. (shameful sniffing)

• I like it that Edmund is the first one to figure out what might have happened to Cair Paravel. And our confused king is again like “whOt?”

• C'mon Peter is very committed to make a torch and it is SO CUTE. And Edmund watching him is so funny, he is like ‘I'm about to end this man's whole career.’

• I'll not tell my thoughts on the time Peter takes his sword. I'm trying to be a good. *choughs*

• Boom! “Drop him!” YOUR QUEEN IS BACK YOU IDIOTS! OOOH HOW I LOVE SUSAN.

• Peter jumping to the water and Lucy using his dagger to cut the ropes.

• “High King Peter, the Magnificent.” I mean if I were magnificent just like him, I'd tell it loud very frequently too.

• Edmund using sword... 10/10 His final pose 20/10. *chefs kiss and sniffing*

• “Or do I have to sit on your head again?” Narnians and humor? Count me in!

• Caspian's accent... YES SIR.

• “I'm Prince Caspian... The tenth.” and “High King Peter, The Magnificent.” are cousins and you can't tell me otherwise.

• “Running away.” Oh just come into my arms you sad and broken boi. *too many sniffings*

• Proffesor inside: Eheheh they are back. You are a dead man now Miraz.

• That underwater shot... 10/10. Peter paddling... 10/10. All of them sitting in silent, sadly... Okay this one hurts A LOT.

• “We didn't mean to leave you know.” *no more sniffing i'm crying*

• Lucy greeting and trusting in a bear is me vs. life. Susan saying a bear to stay away from Lucy is me vs. life again.

• Peter helping Lucy to stand up and her hugging Peter for comfort.

• And that bear scene is very clever to me. It shows that those bad times have an effect on everyone. How even Narnians, kind, gentle, happy Narnians turned into wild creatures because of bad times. Also Susan not killing the bear immediately shows how gentle she is and she always gives a chance.

• “I can hear you.” We love a done™ prince. And him asking questions about Narnia is so cute!

• That zoom to Caspian's face is kiLLING ME.

• AND REEPICHEEP I'd kill and die for him unless he kills and dies for me first.

• CENTAURS ARE BACK!!! Oh I love them so much.

• “You can't carry a map in your heads.” “That's because we have something in them.” LUCY DIDN'T STUTTER.

• “i'M nOt lOst.” My baby tries so hard I love him bye.

• “OH SHUT UP!” is one of my favorite Peter lines. Also he is very sassy and why is no one talking about it?? (I'll talk about it later btw, eheh)

• IF SOMEONE BELIEVED AND LISTENED TO LUCY THE FIRST TIME SHE SPEAKS, THINGS WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER AND EASIER FOR ASLAN'S SAKE.

• And Edmund supporting Lucy? We love a supportive and cute brother.

• Caspian is so brave and the speech he gives... *CHEFS KISS* I mean I would fight and die for him too. And when Narnians believe in him, I cry even more. (++Ben Barnes' voice in that accent... Gets me every freaking time).

• The look in Peter's face when he sees the making of the bridge. He is like “Not my kingdom, you bitches!”

• The conversaion between Lucy and Susan... I hate to think their struggles, adjusting to Narnia, adjusting to England.

• Lucy telling a tree to wake up is me vs. life, again.

• The way Peter just comes and hides her out of nowhere... WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE BROTHER.

• When Caspian and Peter fights... Okay, for your safety I'll shut up but the way Peter is ready to hit him with a rock is both funny and shows how a quick and smart fighter he is.

• “PETAH!” Okay Susan, we get it honey.

• “Well if you like, we can come back in a few years.” LIKE WHY IS NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT HIS SASS??

• “You were right to fear the woods.” IS. EXCELLENT.

• Caspian and Peter walking in the front and talking casually. My heart goes *butterlifes* *looove*

• When the papa centaur rises baby centaur's sword... *a loud sniff* .

• I love that there are pictures of Pevensies and Golden Age on the walls. It makes me feel so majestic.

• Caspian: *dramatically lights fire*

• They are looking at The Stone Table and Caspian in the back is like look at the mess you made.

• When Peter and Caspian talk at the same time.

• “There is always a first time.” THAT. SASS. AND CONFIDENCE.

• “We could collect nuts!” “Yes, and throw them at Telmarines!” Reepicheep... Love you babe.

• Okay the whole castle stuff is so freaking cool until the last minutes. Like Edmund and his torch, Susan and THE WAY HE KILLS A MAN BY THROWING AN ARROW.

• But... Caspian babe, kill your bastard uncle anyways.

• And it just should be said: I love how Narnians are always ready to sacrifice themselves because freedom is much more important than their lives. They are not afraid of death as long as it means to get freedom back.

• That poor cat... I don't know what to say.

• You are attacking a castle and your baby Caspian just casually knocks the window.

• Professor doing his best to help Caspian escape and then seeing him back in the castle again... I mean a disappointment level I can relate.

• I wish I could be woken up at night by Caspian, with a sword on my throat? Depends on my mood.

• Miraz being so done is a mood.

• They all are in Miraz's bedroom like:

• Edmund literally headbutts a man wearing a metal helmet. I am speechless.

• You don't have sword? Don't worry you have a torch... just don't break it.

• Reepicheep and his friends pushing that thing makes me cry and scream.

• “Who exactly are you doing this for Peter?” THE LOOK ON PETER'S FACE.

• When Peter screams “FOR NARNIA!”

• My Queen Susan throwing an arrow to man and killing him despite his armour. I. LOVE. ONE. POWERFUL. QUEEN.

• Sometimes I wish I was an minatour.

• Edmund kicking that dude's head by sliding. A simple and powerful move.

• OKAY SO MIRAZ PUSHING THIS MINATOUR IS VERY PERSONAL TO ME. AND I AM VERY PISSED OF.

• And that minatour holding the door. I love you, you strong and scary baby. And I always will.

• When Edmund casually jumps back, I hear Blow Your Mind by Dua Lipa playing.

• That moment when other Narnians are trapped inside and Peter and Susan watch them... MY BABY PETER HAVE HAD ENOUGH PLEASE LET HIM REST. And Edmund seeing the dead bodies...

• That agressive “HEY!” from Caspian and the way Peter and him just scream at each other, idk what to say but it is sort of funny.

• When mama centaur cries, you know I'm dead on the floor.

• King Miraz getting on his throne... Sassy and majestic af. He is a psycho but you know he has taste.

• “What do you want? Congratulations?” Okay Caspian put that sarcasm down babe.

• When my mom watched the scene where The White Witch sort of comes back for the first time, she was like “Not that bitch witch again.”

• The way Peter pushes Caspian is skcjskfsj MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY

• And Edmund killing the wolfish thing is so cool, he is a very talented warrior. Also him stabbing Jadis, he gives like zero fucks.

• And when the ice is broken, they see Aslan on the wall and it is such a strong scene!!

• Can someone please explain me why Miraz and his men wear those freaking helmets?

• “And she won't be alone.” WE. LOVE. ONE. SUPPORTIVE. AND PROTECTIVE. SISTER.

• No, Caspian you may not, no matter how hot you say Miraz.

• Edmund in Miraz's place... Just perfect. That sass, that confidence, that intelligence. THAT look on his face.

• “Your brother's sword is sharper than his pen.” It is an adage in Turkish btw: “A pen is sharper than a sword.”

• “Or hooves.” Lucy, was that joke really necessary honey?

• THE LOVE OF MY LOVE AND MY ONE TRUE LOVE PETER SAYING “WELL, FEEL FREE.” AND “JUST. ONE.” WITH A BRAVE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS THE CAUSE OF MY DEATH.

• Queen Susan standing on her own, holding her bow to hunt men... YES. QUEEN.

• Proud brother™ Edmund.

• The way Peter snarls at Miraz. I mean I WOULD SURRENDER TO HIM.

• AND MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION FOR PRAISING WILLIAM'S ACTING? He fights amazing and his expressions are both beautiful and real. He makes you feel what Peter feels. I just love the way he portrays Peter.

• “Keep smiling.” King Edmund just knows things.

• And the way he just doesn't listen Peter and fixes his arm... 10/10

• When he hits Miraz's wound. He is a smart fighter, and I'll not even bring up how he stabs Miraz.

• “It's not mine to take.” Me inside: *MINE IS YOURS TO TAKE.*

• Caspian just stop screaming and kill this bitch for Aslan's sake.

• “Not one like you.” WITH TEARS ON HIS BEAUTIFUL BLACK EYES. I HATE HIM SOMETIMES.

• Although I hate that they have to fight again, what the Lord did was really smart, I have to admit.

• Have I told you that I hate that ball-throwing-machines?

• Queen Susan telling archers to get ready and Prince Caspian telling “Narnians, attack!” while riding his horse. ALSO WHAT THEY DID WAS SO CLEVER. PETER COUNTING WITH THAT BRAVE FACE.

• My baby Peter fighting again. And Caspian coming out of the underground. *CHEFS KISSES*

• KING EDMUND RIDING A HORSE AND ARROWING PEOPLE?? MORE CHEFS KISSES.

• Reepicheep's tiny armour OMG

• I HATE THAT BALL-THROWING-MACHINES.

• When they all run again (Not to mention Peter has to attack and fight like for like the hundredth time) THEY LOOK FREAKING GOOD AND MAJESTIC AND KING EDMUND CUTTING MEN IS PER.FECT.

• I AM IN STRONG NEED OF HUGHING AN ASLAN.

• THE TREES ARE COMING BACK HELL FREAKING YESSS!!!

• Queen Susan killing with this bows and arrow is just perfect. I love her. Like so much.

• Ooh there is shield wall? Don't worry Narnians will jump on it.

• Peter proudly saying “Lucy,” and looking at Caspian like “Hehe did you expect that?”

• And my baby yells “For Aslan!” and goes to fight. AGAIN.

• Lucy and her dagger? FREAKING DANGEROUS. RUN AWAY.

• Welcome water grandpa, you are very cute!!!

• Aslan is like hehe this is my friend. He is very proud of his friend.

• The guilt on their faces when they see Aslan is so cute.

• “All of you.” SHUT UP YOU MADE ME CRY AGAIN.

• OH AND REEPICHEEP. PLEASE I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH. HE'S HAD ENOUGH.

• Aslan calling him “Small one.” awWWW

• “Do you see him now?” QUEEN LUCY NEVER STUTTERS.

• Okay but the way they all look perfect during the parade. Caspian's crown and Susan's dress are my favs.

• AND THAT LOOK ON SUSAN'S FACE. IT KILLS ME.

• What the hell is Caspian wearing when Telmars go back?

• There is a talking lion in front of them and Telmarines still are amazed by a turning tree.

• Peter looks so good in blue and him giving his sword to Caspian is awwww again.

• Peter and Susan are the ones who'll not come back again and they both wear blue while Lucy and Ed wears green.

• Peter shaking hands with the centaur is an another awwww.

• The kiss makes me feel weird but I'm alright with that.

• “I'm 1300 years older than you.” is CUTE TO ME.

• Peter's proud brother smile. 10/10

• The way Lucy looks back at Aslan breaks my heart.

• THE ENDING KILLS ME. DESTROYS ME. VANISHES MY EXISTENCE. THAT LION ROAR. THAT SONG. OH HOW I LOVE THIS MOVIE AND NARNIA MOVIES... I AM CRYING AGAIN.

oooh okay, thank you for sharing this emotional roller-coaster with me. i hope you enjoy it.

love, andrea.♡

[peppersonironi]

I Watched Captain America: The Winter Soldier For The First Time

So, I've seen most of the MCU, except CA:TWS, AoU, Iron Man 3, & GotG Vol. 2. So when I missed a movie night on my server where we were going to watch the captain america movie, I was disapointed. SO I said I'd just watch it myself later. @night-scroller kindly offered me use of the movie night channel to live-blog my thoughts.

So, here they are. Unedited. And mostly me thirsting for Natasha and Bucky like the hopeless bisexual I am.

Oh, and FYI, it'll obviously contain spoilers

Alright, I'm in bed and ready to watch!

gosh I'm late but I'm still excited

THIS IS WHERE "ON YOUR LEFT" COMES FROM????

THIS IS WHY IT WAS SUCH A BIG DEAL IN ENDGAME AND TO FANS?!?!

Other Person: YOU DIDNT KNOW THAT??? BDJDJSJSJD

NO, NO I DIDN'T

ALSO: THIS IS SAM'S FIRST APPEARANCE?!

HOW DID I NOT REALISE??

I THOUGHT HE JUST SHOWED UP IN ANT MAN

Natasha's voice is so husky

Just step on me, please

Oh, guy got a knife in his hand. Wimp! Just pull it out like Damian did when fighting Deathstroke [This is a Reference to Robin: Son of Batman where Robin (Damian) literally just pulled his hand, which was impaled against a wall, through the hilt of the knife.]

NATASHA

YES

PRETTY

WOMAN

LOOK

Kill me please

I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULY

That might have been the first instance I've actually noticed her using her widow's bite

This fight scene is impressive with all the flips...

But what was the point of Steve taking his helmet off? Really?

"Last time I trusted someone I lost an eye"

Uhuh

You sure did trust that alien cat with your life! Your closest companion. Such betrayal. Many heartache. Very sadness.

How is such a large basement structurally sound?

"Air conditioning fully operational" 😂😂😂😂

Other Person: That car is the funniest character in the whole movie

Yes!

Fake cops: eh, kinda cool Lone black clothed figure: BUCKY! SUNSHINE BOI! FREAKING COOL AND SCARY AND HOT!! ADORABLE! SMILEY!

Music is on?

Oh gosh, Fury is probably trying to act like Batman and is camping out there, isn't he?

I WAS RIGHT!!

Bucky is rocking that eyeliner

This scene would be much more impactful if I didn't know Fury is alive and chilling in space without socks

So this is the iconic elevator scene!

Honestly, if people want to take out cap, why bother with strike teams? It's much simpler and and more efficient to just poison him, or use knockout gas. Maybe, idk, at least try to get him while he's asleep?

Nat is a pro at hiding from people!

I'm totally bottling [Edit: not taking] notes for it I ever have to go on the run

I love Natasha's shoes! So much!

"Shall we play a game?" Yes! I actually get that reference!

Oh no! Who could possibly be in the shadows?

Don't shoot her! You'll get blood on the floors!

Evil glasses guy listed Stephen Strange along with other threats to Hydra. Did this come out before Doctor Strange? I forget. That would be cool

Becky's [Edit: Bucky's] first daytime reveal! So cool!

Other Person: It did come out before Dr. Strange!

Other Person: Two years before, I believe

Cool, thanks Ray!

Okay, why aren't they shooting Steve's legs????

Or at least aiming there?

I Knowles [Edit: know it's] physically almost impossible to actually shoot someone in the leg, unlike what the media will say (as someone whose dad and sibling actually know how to use guns), but this is movie logic! They could make it work!

I don't know why this is striking me now.... But Bucky is smoking hot!

ON BOY THAT REVEAL

I knew what would happen, but that was dramatic AF

Oh, and I love Nat's jacket

FURY!!!

"I don't think he's the mind [Edit: kind] you save"

*Stares as The Falcon and the Winter Soldier*

THE STAN LEE CAMEO!!!

makes me so happy

And yet so sad

Awwww! An inspirational speach!

OLD LADY CAN FIGHT! WOOOOOO!

wIt [Edit: wait]

If that's Natasha I'm gonna scream

"Trip from airport to Shield"

Oh gosh

IT WAS NATASHA!!!!

I think I might have seen a gif of that reveal before

Huh

Also, that's not how wigs work!

Cool line tho

FURY IS HERE!

and boy was that dramatic

Ew! His eye!

Cool

Weird

Ew

Huh

HILL IS SO COOL

Step on me, PLEASE!

Ugh, all this property damage!

Batman wouldn't have been this messy

What kind of a name is Buchanan?

Other Person: It was very common back then actually

Still, it sounds weird to me in this moment

AND I FINISHED THE MOVIE!!!

WOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I can check it off my list!

This was a ride, let me tell you.

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Season 1, Episode 4: Magic Bullet

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (eventually)

Notes: Thanks so much for everyone liking this series! It helps me dig up the motivation to keep writing, like Stiles and Scott dug up Derek’s....you know what. Never mind 😉

P.S. Derek is dramatic af and Stiles is almost scarred for life.

                                                    ————————

I tossed and turned in bed, my brow furrowing and my heart racing. A whimper fell from my parted lips as I tried to get comfortable. I’d been falling in an out of consciousness for the past hour, violent images flashing behind my eyes. Some of them were memories from Friday night, but others were new. 

I saw Derek running through the industrial district of Beacon Hills. I didn't know who—or what—was chasing him, but it must be pretty bad for him to look as concerned as he did. Scott was there, too, hiding behind a building. A gasp escaped my lips as Allison’s dad came into view. He was talking to a blonde woman, but I couldn't make out any of their words. 

Then, a loud gunshot rang through the night. 

I bolted upright. One of my hands moved to clutch at my chest as I tried to catch my breath. I looked toward my window, unsure if the sound had been real or only a part of my dream. Without giving myself time to hesitate, I threw my legs off my bed and padded to the window. I peered outside just in time to see Scott jumping down from his own second story window. 

As he landed, an agonized howl echoed in the distance. 

Okay. Definitely real, then. 

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“If Derek isn't the alpha, and he’s not the one that bit you, then who did?” Stiles leaned close to Scott in an effort to keep their conversation private. 

I’d been trying to teach him how to actually whisper. It was a work in progress. 

“I don't know.” Scott just shrugged. Stiles pursed his lips and stood straight again. 

It was the end of the day, and I was headed toward my locker when the two boys materialized at my side. I wasn't exactly opposed to being their friend, but I still wasn't happy about having been dragged into their supernatural problems. 

“Did the alpha kill the bus driver?” He once again hunched forward. 

“I don't know.” Scott repeated, looking defeated. 

Stiles’ nostrils flared and he let out a frustrated huff. His eyes suddenly widened as he seemed to realize something. “Does Allison’s dad know about—”

“I don't know!” Scott yelled, drawing a few curious eyes our way. 

“Wait, what?” I stopped walking, confused by the mention of Mr. Argent. Sure, he’d been in my dream last night, but that didn't mean he was involved in all of this. Did it?

Scott and Stiles shared a wide-eyed look. Stiles shifted his weight and tightened his hold on the straps of his backpack. Scott cleared his throat. 

“We should...” He trailed off and looked expectantly at Stiles. I crossed my arms and cocked my hip, waiting to see what lie they were going to try and pass off. 

“Yeah?” Stiles suddenly called and jerked his head to the side. “Yep, coming!” 

He grabbed Scott’s arm and they ran away down the hall. I frowned. They clearly weren't telling me something important. If her dad was somehow involved, did that mean she was too? Or was she oblivious? I huffed and decided to just ask her where her dad was last night when I met up with her for our daily ride home. 

The hallways were quickly clearing out. My classmates were always in a rush to leave at the end of the day, and I usually was, too. But something about the way that I was the only one left after just a few seconds didn't sit right with me. I came to a slow stop, looking left and right for anything weird. I turned around timidly, getting the feeling that someone was behind me.

When I saw that everything was clear, I shook my head and continued on my way. I would need to hurry if I didn't want to miss Allison. I turned a corner and froze as I saw none other than Derek Hale talking to Jackson at his locker. 

“I’ll find him myself.” He muttered, looking close to death. He had dark purple rings around both eyes, and a trail of blood running down his left arm. His skin was pale and almost transparent. Basically, he looked really, really bad. 

He started walking away, toward me, but Jackson lunged forward to grab his shoulder. “No! We’re not done here.”

Derek whirled around and gripped Jackson by the neck. I gasped and quickly covered my mouth, not wanting either of them to know I was listening. He slammed Jackson face first against the lockers, hard. He groaned out in pain and started breathing erratically. Derek paused for a moment before withdrawing his hand and inspecting it. Jackson winced and my fear only grew as I saw claws at the end of each of Derek’s fingers. He’d dug them into Jackson’s neck. 

Without another word, he turned and walked away. Jackson cupped the back of his neck, which was now oozing blood, with a pained grimace and watched him stumble down the hall. My heart was in my throat as I started backing away. He was coming right at me, his eyes boring into mine. 

My hands began to tremble. What I just saw did not bode well for Derek’s innocence. What kind of person walks around a high school attacking people?

“You.” He mumbled. I continued moving backward and began shaking my head violently. Oh, God. 

“Nope.” I decided to make a run for it and turned on my heel as fast as humanly possible. “Nope, nope, nope.”

I cried out as one of his hands wrapped around my right bicep. He jerked me back harshly, and I stiffened. My entire body was shaking with fear now. 

“Where is Scott?” He huffed and pinched his eyes shut, seemingly in pain. 

I eyed the claws that were pressing into my bare skin. He had a tight grip, but he hadn't broken the skin yet. I moved my head back, trying to get as much distance between us as possible. 

“I don't...I don't know.” I stammered, finding it hard to think beyond my anxiety. 

I was in the hands of a potential murderer. I’d just watched him hurt one of my friends. There was no way this could end well for me. 

“Yes, you do.” He growled and his eyes flashed a bright blue. I whimpered and tried to tug myself free, but he had an iron hold. 

“I don't.” I insisted breathlessly. “I haven't seen him all day.”

Okay, that was a lie. But I wasn't about to tell a homicidal werewolf where he was. I could assume he and Stiles were in the parking lot preparing to leave, but I didn't know for sure, so it wasn't a total lie. 

Derek growled and I flinched, waiting for some kind of attack. He shook me in frustration and began striding down the hall again. “You’re coming with me.”

I started blabbering nonsensically. I tried prying his claws off with my free hand, but it was no use. He stumbled every few steps, clearly growing weak. His eyes fluttered as his breathing became labored. Something was seriously wrong with him. And he was kidnapping me.

He staggered out the front doors of the school, and I looked around frantically. Scott or Stiles had to be out here somewhere. Derek led me through the parking lot, which was swimming with students who somehow didn't notice what was going on right now. I wanted to scream, but I had no idea what this guy was truly capable of. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt. 

I dug my heels into the ground, but it did nothing to slow Derek down. My heart was hammering wildly in my chest. I had no idea where he planned on taking me, but I was terrified out of my mind. He forced us through a few parked cars before someone skidded to a stop in front of us. 

“Oh, my God!” I heard Stiles call out from his Jeep and breathed a small sigh of relief. His eyes bulged as he looked between me and Derek. 

Cars started honking as the Jeep held up the line to get out of the parking lot. Derek suddenly clutched his free hand over his heart, his hold on me loosening. A crowd was starting to gather as Scott ran up frantically. Stiles flung his door open and flailed his way out in a hurry. 

“Hey, let her go.” He sounded breathless as he stood cautiously to the side with one hand outstretched.  

Just then, Derek fell to the ground. I took a big step away from him and rubbed at my skin as his hand disappeared. Stiles pulled me into him instantly, one of his arms wrapping around my shoulders and the other clutching my head to his chest. He walked us backward until we were beside his Jeep. Despite being relatively safe, my heart was still going crazy. I let out a breath and leaned into the comforting embrace. 

“What are you doing here?” Scott kneeled down to Derek’s level and looked around anxiously. 

“I was shot.” Derek huffed, somehow even more pale now. 

“Why aren't you healing?” Cars continued honking angrily as we held up the line. 

“I can’t...” He tried catching his breath. “It was a different kind of bullet.”

“What? A silver bullet?” Stiles called, his breath fanning against the top of my head. 

“No, you idiot.” Derek glowered at him and he took another protective step back.

“Wait, wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you have forty-eight hours.” Scott didn't try to keep the amazement out of his voice as he seemed to realize something.

Derek grew still and look at him expectantly. “Who? Who said forty-eight hours?”

“Who shot you?” Scott countered, apparently not wanting to give him all the information. 

Some people behind us started yelling, and I pulled my head away from Stiles’ chest. He looked down at me gently, his eyes swimming with concern. “You okay? Did he hurt you? ‘Cause if he did, I can get him arrested again.”

I giggled despite the situation at hand. He gave me a lopsided smile and I felt my cheeks flare with heat. I cleared my throat awkwardly and took a step back. That hug had done wonders at calming me down, but I didn’t want to make things weird by continuing to stand there in his arms. 

“Stop that!” Scott suddenly yelled, panicked. 

I turned to see that Derek’s eyes were flashing between their normal color and that wolfy electric blue. He let out a groan and blinked harshly. “That's what I’m trying to tell you. I can’t!”

Scott helped him to his feet and frantically looked around. There were a lot of witnesses, so if Derek shifted right now, it would be beyond bad. Despite the fact that he would probably kill someone, he would also be exposing himself and Scott. 

He tore open the passenger side door to Stiles’ Jeep and shoved Derek inside. Stiles immediately ran over and stood at the other opened door. The honking behind us seemed to get louder.

“I need you to find out what kind of bullet it was.” Derek breathed, looking like he was going to pass out at any moment. 

“How am I supposed to do that?” Scott’s eyes widened and he rested his hands against the window. 

“She’s an Argent, she’s with them.” I stilled at his words. 

Who’s an Argent? The woman that shot him?

Oh, shit.

It suddenly made sense. The blonde woman from my dream...Allison’s aunt just came to town. It had to be her.

“I’ll try.” Scott begrudgingly agreed before letting his eyes sweep to Stiles. “Get him out of here.”

“I hate you for this. So much.” Stiles angrily started getting in his Jeep and I turned to walk away. I had no idea how I was going to get home now, but I couldn't find it within myself to care. I just wanted to be as far away from here as possible.

“No. She comes with us.” I heard Derek bark and my shoulders stiffened. 

I turned back to see Stiles looking at me with wide eyes. I had no idea why he would want me there, but I wasn’t going to risk arguing. Even like this, he was still incredibly dangerous. I avoided Stiles’ worried gaze as I brushed past him to scoot into the backseat. 

Stiles got in and slammed the door, finally putting an end to the incessant honking. We drove in tense silence for several minutes, before the two started bickering. 

“Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats. Okay? We’ re almost there.” Stiles groaned after seeing that Derek was getting much worse. His jacket sleeve was dark with the sticky liquid.

“Almost where?” Derek’s head was lolling from side to side with every bump we hit in the road. 

“Your house?” Stiles said it as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. 

“What?” Derek used all of his strength to look at him threateningly. “You can’t take me there.”

“I can’t take you to your own house.” He laughed at the audacity of that statement. Where else would we take him?

“Not when I can’t protect myself.” Derek responded with his own high level of sass. 

Stiles gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A moment later the Jeep was pulled over to the side of the road. He threw it into park and took out the keys before whipping around to glare at Derek. 

No, no, Stiles. What are you doing? I just want this to be over. 

“What happens if Scott can’t find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?”

“Not yet. I have a last resort.” Not yet wasn’t exactly reassuring. It wasn't that I necessarily cared if Derek lived or died, but I also didn't want to witness the latter. Or deal with the aftermath. 

Stiles flailed his arms angrily. “What do you mean? What last resort?”

Derek groaned and pulled up his sleeve to check on the wound. I couldn't help but lean forward to catch a glimpse of what had taken him out like this. There was a small bullet sized hole in his arm, and it was oozing thick, dark blood. 

“Oh, my God.” Stiles instantly recoiled in disgust. “What is that? Is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out.” 

“Start the car. Now.” Derek’s chest was heaving, as if taking every breath was a struggle. The command didn't sound very threatening, given his current state. 

“I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look! Okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” Stiles anger at the situation hit a boiling point as he raised his voice and jerked his arm wildly.

Derek’s head slowly swiveled so that he could glare right at Stiles. “Start the car. Or I’m going to rip both of your throats out. With my teeth.”

I stiffened and pressed my back against the seat behind me. Why he had to bring me into it, I had no idea, but I didn't doubt for a second that he could actually do that. Dying or not. Stiles stared back at him for a long moment, his eyes twitching. 

“Just go, Stiles.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

He turned his head to glance at me briefly and I saw the contained frustration burning in his honey eyes. He did not like this situation one bit, and neither did I. It seemed like every time I was in this Jeep, my life was in danger somehow. He started the car with a jerk and we were on our way again. 

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It was dark now, and we hadn't made any progress. We were pulled over again when Stiles finally got through to Scott. He’d been calling and texting him nonstop for almost an hour. He was currently at Allison’s trying to find the type of bullet that her aunt shot him with. 

“You’re not going to believe where he wants me to take you.” Stiles sighed and handed the phone to Derek. 

“Did you find it?” He paused for a moment. “Look, if you don't find it then I’m dead. Alright?”

While waiting, I’d learned that the Argent’s are werewolf hunters. It had only taken an hour of pestering before Derek finally spat the truth out to shut me up. I was starting to get annoyed with Stiles and Scott’s habit of keeping things from me. If I was going to be their friend, and help them with this stuff, then I needed to be able to see the whole picture. 

“Think about this. The alpha called you out against your will. He’s gonna do it again, and next time, you’ll either kill with him...or get killed. So if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.” Derek hung up and threw the phone back into Stiles’ lap. 

I sat forward in my seat and braced one hand on each of the headrests. “What are you talking about?” 

When he didn’t answer, my attention shifted to Stiles in the rearview mirror. “What is he talking about?” 

His just pursed his lips and glanced away, starting the car once again. I let out a huff and fell back into my seat as he began driving again. Unbelievable. 

A few minutes later, we pulled up to the animal clinic Scott works at. This is where he wanted us to bring Derek? 

Stiles jumped out and pulled a large garage door open. I scooted my way free and joined his side with my arms crossed. We would be having some words when this was all over. Derek came stumbling up after a long moment and collapsed onto a pile of big bags of cat litter. 

“Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” Stiles asked after glancing down at his phone. 

“It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.” Derek confirmed, clutching his injured arm tightly. 

“Why?” I spoke up, accidentally drawing all the attention my way. 

“Because I’m going to die without it.” Derek let his head fall back into the plaster wall behind him and huffed out a long breath, his eyes drifting closed.

Okay, Mr. Dramatic. We get it. You’re dying. Stiles typed something furiously into his phone before unlocking the clinic door.

We all shuffled inside quickly and I flicked on the lights as we entered an examination room. Derek stripped himself of his shirt, and damn, did he have a nice body. If he weren't a murderer, and currently dying, I would actually think he was hot. Oh, and there was the disgusting state of his arm to consider. 

He slammed it onto the metal table in the middle of the room, breathing heavily. It looked so much worse than before. His blood had turned black, and the veins around the wound were matching. They were swollen, too, looking ready to burst any second. 

“You know, that doesn't look like something a little echinacea and a good nights sleep couldn't take care of.” Stiles leaned his weight on the table across from Derek. He was using humor to try and get out of this situation, something he did a lot. But I don't think it would work this time. 

“When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.” He turned away and started rummaging through the wooden cabinets hanging on the wall.

“Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?” I snapped, over this whole situation. You would think the guy would be slightly grateful that we were even trying to help him. I didn't want to be here. Stiles didn't want to be here. But we were helping because Scott needed us to.  

“If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time...last resort.” Derek huffed, more to himself than us as he pulled open a drawer.

“Which is?” I prodded, nervous to find out his plan. 

He turned with a small saw in his hand and held it up before gesturing to Stiles. “He’s going to cut off my arm.”

“Oh, my God.” Stiles started freaking out as Derek laid the saw on the table with a clank. “What if you bleed to death?”

Derek pulled a length of blue elastic string out of nowhere and started tying it around his bicep with his teeth. “It’ll heal if it works.”

“Look, I don't know if I can do this.” Stiles’ voice broke on the confession. Hell, I didn't blame him. There was no way I could cut someone’s arm off. Not even if he was a dying werewolf. 

“Why not?” Derek barked, still trying to tie off his blood flow. 

“Well. Because of the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!” Damn, he was really freaking out. I put an hand on his shoulder in an effort to calm him down. He glanced my way and tried to slow down his breathing.

“You faint at the sight of blood?” Now the two were back to their bickering, which wasn't going to do anything but waste time. By the looks of it, there wasn't much left. 

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!” He was getting riled up again. If he was going to actually do this, he needed to be calm. Otherwise Derek might really die.

“Fine, how about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I’m going to cut off your head.”

“Okay. You know what, I’m so not buying your threats anymore—”

Derek fisted Stiles’ shirt and dragged him harshly across the table. I flinched away from them, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire if they were going to fight. Let’s face it, if they were going to fight, Stiles was a dead man. 

“Oh my God. Okay. Alright. Totally, totally. I’ll do it, okay? I’ll do it.” He stammered, panicking at their close proximity. Derek was still scary as fuck, even minutes away from death. 

He let go of Stiles and lurched over the table. He puked up a thick, black liquid and I covered my mouth to prevent myself from gagging. I didn't even know the human body could produce that kind of material. 

“What the hell is that?” I practically shrieked, unable to hide my disgust. 

“My body is trying to heal itself.” Derek murmured with barely enough strength to lift his head. 

“Well it’s not doing a very good job of it!” My stomach churned at the awful sight.

He looked expectantly at Stiles, who was grimacing intensely. “Now. You gotta do it now.”

“Look, honestly, I don't think I can.” He struggled to get the words out around his labored breathing. 

“Just do it!” Derek suddenly shouted, making both of us jump. 

“Oh, God. Okay. Let’s do this.” He picked up the saw and pulled the trigger to test it. He rested it against Derek’s arm and I backed away until my ass hit the small medicine counter. I had no desire to watch something like this, but I couldn't look away, either. “Here we go!”

Just before he pulled the trigger, Scott came barreling into the room. Stiles instantly dropped the saw and breathed a sigh of relief. I found myself doing the same, my heart hammering wildly.

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott yelled out in confusion at the sight he walked into. 

“Oh, man. You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” Stiles’ happiness at not having to go through with it was obvious as he smiled gratefully.

“Did you get it?” Derek demanded, still hunched over. 

Scott dug his hand into his jean pocket and handed him a small, golden bullet. Derek used his remaining strength to stand up and bite the tip of it off. I stepped forward to get a better look as he tapped it against the metal table. Something that looked like a pile of herbs came out. 

He pulled a lighter out of nowhere and lit it. We all looked away, covering our eyes as it emitted bright sparks. Once it had fizzled out, Derek scooped up the ashes and wasted no time in shoving them into his wound. I grimaced and looked away as he started screaming and groaning in agony. 

He fell to the floor and writhed around, growling lowly in his chest. His hands were clenched into tight fists, and his back arched every few seconds as the powder worked its way through his system. We all watched in amazement as the bulging veins in his arm started to fade. Within seconds, the wound was completely healed. 

“That...was...awesome! Yes!” Stiles pumped a fist in the air, apparently enjoying that way too much. Scott and I gave him a concerned look and he lowered his arm back to his side with pursed lips.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked as Derek got back to his feet. 

He looked completely fine now. The dark circles and pale skin were gone, replaced by tanned muscle. Not that I was staring at his muscles. He seemingly had all of his energy back, too. 

“Except for the agonizing pain.” He bit out and started unwrapping the elastic from his arm. 

“Well, I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” I huffed out a tense laugh, but my smile instantly dropped as Derek glowered my way. 

Damn, he’s scary.

“Okay, we saved your life. Which means you’re going to leave us alone. You got that? And if you don't I...I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad I’m gonna tell him everything—” Scott was rambling out his attempt at a threat. The guy was always so tightly wound, I was surprised he hadn't had a full on panic attack by now.

“You’re gonna trust him? What, you think they can help you?” Derek scoffed as if the idea was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. 

“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are!” He shouted, frustrated at Derek’s stubbornness. 

He hesitated a moment, as if mulling over an idea. His eyes narrowed. “I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

Yeah, because that isn't ominous or anything. 

Episode 3        Episode 5, Part One

[ofstarsandvibranium]

This Is Your Song

Fandom: Marvel (Rock Star AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your best friend is the lead guitarist of the up and coming rock band, The Howling Commandos. You’ve been with him and the band since the very beginning and throughout that time, you’ve realized you’ve fallen in love with your best friend. And you’re not sure what to do anymore seeing that you’re the band’s assistant and you’re tired of seeing Bucky with other women.

A/N: Was inspired after listening to Sami by Darren Criss and I changed some of the lyrics a bit. Also, this is long af (nearly 6K words!!), so I’m sorry.

You watch from the side of the stage as the Howling Commandos finish off their final song, the crowd going wild for them. There’s screams, hollers, cheers, all of it for your best friend and his band. You’ll never get tired of hearing the enjoyment the band gives to people, nor will you ever get tired of the proud look on Bucky’s face whenever they finish a show. 

“Thank you so much, everyone! We’ll see you next time!” Steve, the lead singer, shouts and the roar of the crowd grows as each member trickles off the stage. 

Dum Dum is off first, and he ruffles your hair as he passes by. Jim and Gabe both give you polite smiles. Jacques takes your hand and kisses it, he was the biggest flirt out of all of them. James gives you a little hip bump which makes you giggle. Steve pulls you in for a hug. And Bucky?

“WOO! THAT WAS QUITE THE SHOW TONIGHT, EH, Y/N?!” he lifts you up and twirls you around making you squeal and giggle. 

When he sets you down, you ruffle his already messy hair, “Yeah! They really dig you guys!”

“Alright, guys, let’s pack up and head to the hotel! We fly out tomorrow morning and you all need your beauty sleep...except maybe Dum Dum. He’ll always be ugly.” you all chuckle as the band’s manager, Howard Stark, pokes fun.

“Fuck you, Stark,” Dum Dum replies with a smirk, shoving his manager. 

Everyone exited the building, heading towards the waiting van. There were already fans waiting for them outside. Screams and yells for each member’s name from different people. They all took a few pictures with fans, gave some hugs, and signed some things. You sat in the back of the band watching them with a proud smile on your face. They’ve come a long way from that small garage band. 

Your eyes moved from each member and then landed on Bucky. Your smile wavered when you saw him accept a number from a very attractive woman around your age. 

“Hey,” you look to your side to see Steve sitting beside you. He never really liked the crowds or the attention. He still saw himself as the small, shy kid from Brooklyn. Not some rockstar, “You okay?”

You put on a smile, one that you’re sure he knows is fake, “Of course! You guys did amazing last night.”

Steve looks at you with pity and you hate it. He’s well aware of your feelings for Bucky, “Y/N, you-”

You shake your head, cutting him off, “Just drop it, Steve. Please.”

Bucky is the last one to enter the van and he has a big grin on his face, probably because of how many numbers he received from some attractive looking fans. He looks back at you and immediately sees the worried look on your face, “What’s wrong?”

“Just tired is all.”

He scoffs, “Come on. You can’t be tired! We have our ritual!” Ritual meaning going to Bucky’s room watching crap reality tv while binging on snacks. 

You shrug, “Sorry, Buck. But you need your rest anyway, like Howard said, we’ve got an early flight.”

He slumps in his chair groaning, “Fiiiiine. Guess I’ll be watching The Real Housewives of Orange County all by myself.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, “It’s only for one night, Buck. You can live without me for a night.”

He smirks at you, “You’re my best friend. There’s no way I can live without ya.” the way that he looks at you right there makes your heart beat faster. It’s just one of those things that makes you think, Maybe he feels the same way. But then you see how he flirts with fans and groupies and other women. Then that hope is gone. 

Twenty minutes later, the lot of you are trekking down the hall towards your individual rooms. Yours is across from Bucky’s and right next to Steve’s. You pull out your card key and open the door, but before you step inside, Bucky stops you.

“Y/N?” you turn around to see him standing there, hands in his pockets. He then leans in and kisses your cheek, “Good night.”

You muster out a “Good-night” back and watch Bucky enter his own room, the door closing behind him. You look to Steve, who witnessed the whole thing, and he looks how you feel, completely in shock. You close your door and push Steve into his own, closing the door behind you. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” you cry out, “That just happened.”

Steve snickers as he kicks off his shoes and catapults himself onto his bed, “Yeah. That happened. I told you he likes you. The whole flirty bad boy act is just that: an act. You’ve known him for ten years, Y/N, there’s no way that any other woman can hold a candle to you.”

You want to believe Steve. You really do, but you think back to all the other women Bucky’s been around. They’re so beautiful. And you? You’re just some girl from Brooklyn who’s been following her best friend and his band around the country. And you’ll only ever be that: Bucky’s best friend. 

The excitement from the kiss has faded back into sadness, “He doesn’t mean it, Steve.” you mumble as you sit on the edge of his bed.

“Oh come on!”

“Steve, why would Bucky have me when he’s got all these beautiful women throwing themselves at him?”

“Well, for one, you know him like no one else. These women just like him for his looks and talents. They probably want bragging rights to say that they slept with a rock star.”

You look up at him, seeing him hugging a pillow, trying not to fall asleep, “How does Peggy do it?” you ask softly.

Steve’s eyes immediately widen at the sound of his girlfriend’s name. A small smile appears on his lips and his eyes soften, “I don’t know to be honest. Peg’s something else. She knows her worth and sometimes I feel like I’m not worthy of her. I’m gone a lot, on the road traveling. I’ve tried to break up with her a few times, saying that she deserves better. But she doesn’t want anyone but me. She loved me before the band even started and she loves me now. And-I don’t know, Y/N. Guess I’m just lucky to have someone as understanding and trusting as her.” 

You stare down at your lap, “I love Bucky, Steve. I really do, but I don’t know if I can handle being rejected by him.”

Steve sits up and moves over to you, his legs now hanging over the edge of the bed, and he places a hand on top of yours, “You won’t be rejected. That guy love you, Y/N. I know he does. Sure, he hasn’t told me that, but I see it. So enough of this mutual pining shit! You walk out of this room and up to Bucky’s. You barge in there and you tell ‘im that you love him!”

You nod, “Okay! I’ll do it!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!” Steve wraps his arms around you and gives you a big hug, “You’re not gonna need it, but good luck.”

You snort, “Thanks, and don’t forget to call Peggy before you go to sleep!”

“Right! Ha, I forgot. Thanks, Y/N!”

“It’s what I’m here for!” you give him a wave and then you walk out the door. 

“Okay,” you mumble to yourself, “You got this, Y/N. You got this.” you walk the short distance to Bucky’s door and you knock on his door. There’s no answer. Maybe he’s in the bathroom. You look at the time and see that there’s no way Bucky could be asleep right now. He usually doesn’t go to sleep until late. So you pull out the key to his room, one that you kept only for emergencies and you walk in. 

“Hey, Buck, I gotta tell you someth-” you stop when you see a woman roll off of Bucky. She’s naked, save for the panties she still has on. Bucky is down to his boxers.

“Y/N! I-I-”

You shake your head, “Sorry. Sorry, I-you didn’t answer and I didn’t think you-Sorry. I’ll go.” you’re heading for the door and Bucky’s crying out for you.

“Wait, Y/N! Don’t-fuck!” you hear a thud, but you don’t dare turn around. If you did, you’d see Bucky on the floor, scrambling to pull on his jeans. The necklace with his ring, the friendship ring you gave him, swinging around his neck, “Y/N! Wait!” the door shuts in his face and Bucky’s body fills with dread. 

“She your girlfriend or something?” the blonde woman asks, sitting at the edge of his bed, looking unnerved. 

Bucky runs his hands through his hair, “Get out.”

“What?” the blonde looks at him in disbelief.

“I said get out! Get dressed and get the fuck out!”

The blonde is pissed as she quickly throws on her clothes, “Can’t believe this!” and she pushes past Bucky and out the door she goes. 

Bucky grabs his shirt and pulls it on. Not bothering with his shoes, he steps into the hallway. He takes two steps and he’s in front of your room. He hesitantly knocks. 

“Y/N? Can-Can we talk for a minute?” he runs a hand down his face, “I just-I’m sorry you had to see that.” he lets out a shaky breath, “Can you please opent he door, Y/N? I need-please?” he presses an ear to your door and he hears nothing. No shuffling or footsteps coming towards him. You’re either ignoring him or just not in your room. He really hopes it’s the latter. 

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Earlier.

As soon as Bucky stepped into his room, he felt a grey cloud loom over him. He didn’t like that he had to come to his room alone. After every show, you were always with him and you always did your post-show ritual. But now that was broken and he doesn’t really blame you. You’re tired and he doesn’t wanna force you to do something when you’re not in the mood to do it. So he let you have your rest. 

He decided to go to the hotel’s bar instead. Maybe get a few drinks in to numb the loneliness that’s usually filled in by you. 

He isn’t even finished with his first whiskey and he’s already approached by a beautiful leggy blonde. 

“Hey, you’re in that band right?”

He glances her way and eyes her form. She’s gorgeous and maybe this is his chance to finally get over you, “Yes, I am. I’m Bucky,” he sticks out his hand with a smirk.

“Elaine,” she says in a low, seductive tone, “How ‘bout we get outta here, Bucky? Bet we can have a lot more fun somewhere private.”

Bucky licks his lips and nods, slapping down a few bills, not worrying about the change and pulling Elaine by the hand, towards the elevator. 

Her lips are on his as soon as the doors close. She tastes a bit like vodka but he doesn’t care. He needs to drown out your smile, your laugh, your eyes. The doors open to his floor and he practically drags Elaine to his door, glancing at yours, before heading inside his room. 

Clothes are discarded. Bucky’s on his back, down to his boxers and Elaine’s straddling him, completely topless. The kisses are wet and messy and-

“Hey, Buck, I gotta tell you someth-” at the sound of your voice, Elaine rolls off him and he sees you standing there wide eyed. He looks at Elaine and then you.

“Y/N! I-I-” he’s stumbling over his words, trying to find the right ones to say, to explain to you that-

“Sorry. Sorry, I-you didn’t answer and I didn’t think you-Sorry. I’ll go.” you’re heading for the door and Bucky’s heart is pounding. 

He calls out for you, “Wait, Y/N! Don’t-fuck!” he scrambles off the bed, falling onto the floor with a thud. “Y/N! Wait!” he tries to run after you but the door shuts in his face. 

This was a mistake. Why did he think he could do this?! He loves you!

He kicks Elaine out with no remorse. She should’ve never been there in the first place. Once she’s gone and he’s redressed, he goes to your door, pleading for you to open up. When he gets no response, he really hopes that it’s because you’re not in your room.

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You’re crying in Steve’s arms. You should’ve never listened to him. Why did you listen to him? You knew the truth. Bucky Barnes will never have feelings for you like you have for him. 

And now what do you do? You’re the band’s assistant and you don’t know if you can face Bucky. What are you going to do?

The next morning you and everyone else are packed into the fan, heading to the airport. You’re sitting next to Steve again, ignoring the Bucky’s pleading gaze on you. You put on your earbuds and close your eyes, drowning out face and the pain. 

You don’t sit next to him like you’re supposed to. You and Bucky always sit next to each other on plane rides, but this time, you don’t. You seemed to have switched tickets with Dum Dum, sitting next to Steve and Dum Dum next to Bucky. Guess no rom-com movies with you. 

The days seem so dull and slow now that you seem to be avoiding Bucky. He hates it. The ignored texts and calls. Being waved off to go help the stage crew. He just wants you to look at him, to listen to him. 

He happens to catch you all alone in the green room. You’re setting up the band’s snacks while everyone else is doing sound check. Bucky said he needed to use the bathroom, but really, he was just looking for you. 

“Y/N?” he sees your body tense and he hates that he’s the reason.

“I’m busy, Bucky,” you mumble, going back to setting up the snacks.

“Y/N, please, stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not ignoring you, Bucky. I’ve just been busy doing my job.”

“You don’t answer my texts or calls, you keep pushing me away whenever I try to talk to you, and you’re suddenly spending so much time with Steve? How is that not ignoring me. I’m your best friend-”

“Yeah, Bucky. You’re my best friend, not my boyfriend! I don’t have to text or call you or hang out with you every second of the day!”

Bucky tries not to let your words hurt him. You’re upset with him, that’s it, “Listen, Y/N, I just want to explain that ni-”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Bucky. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your anything. You can sleep with anyone you want. I don’t care.” You push him out of the way and head for the door. 

“No, Y/N, please! You’re not listening to me!” 

You look over your shoulder, eyes teary and lip quivering, “Just leave me alone, Bucky.” and the door slams behind you. 

You march up to the sound booth where Howard is watching the sound rehearsal. He looks at you with a worried gaze, “You okay, kid?”

“After tonight, I’m quitting.”

“You sure?” 

You nod, “Yeah. I just-I need a break from all this. I wanna go back home work on my songwriting.”

“Alright,” you know he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. His arm just wraps around you and he pulls you in for a hug, “I’m gonna miss you, kid.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

The show was a blur for Bucky. His heart wasn’t in it like it usually was and everyone could tell. The band kept asking him what was up and he just answered with the same thing, “Nothing.” He goes straight to his hotel room after that, just needing some sleep and hopefully, when he wakes up, it would be just a terrible nightmare.

It wasn’t. In fact, it was so much worse.

“Quit? She just-she just quit?”

Howard nods, “Yeah. Flew back home last night. Said she needed a break.” 

This was it. After everything that you and Bucky had gone through, you were done. And it was all his fault. 

______________________

3 months later and 2 months until end of tour.

Being in back in Brooklyn is so weird. You became so used to hotels and big arenas and now you’re back to your old apartment. Your roommates Wanda and Pietro still around, giving you comfort and support. 

While working at a cafe, you continued to work on your songwriting, something that was a hobby you obtained whilst being friends with Bucky. You actually helped him write a few songs for the band and it always brought you joy to hear them play it, hearing the crowd sing along to the lyrics. But now the thought just made you sad. 

You’re in your room, sitting in front of your small recording set up, guitar in hand as you strum the chords you’ve been practicing, as well as the lyrics: 

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

You stop strumming to write down more lyrics into your notebook. It’s not much, but it’s definitely a big deal since this is your first song you’ve written without Bucky or anyone’s help. 

Speaking of Bucky, according to Steve, he’s not doing well. You see from footage of fans and media outlets that he’s not as lively as he used to be. Sure, he’s smiling on stage and meeting fans, but people have come to realize that he’s not genuine. Are you worried about him? Of course, but you need your time away from Bucky. You can’t handle your feelings for him while he’s around so being away from him has definitely helped...despite you writing a song about him. 

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Bucky just loves to torture himself, it seems. He’s in his hotel room and the tv is on in front of him, but he’s not paying attention. Instead, he’s watching a video of you and him on his phone. 

You and he are sitting on the couch in the green room before a show. The band is chatting away in the background while you and Bucky are tossing grapes into each other’s mouth. It was a competition to see how many you could catch in a row. You were winning. 

Bucky watches as you throw a grap at him, the small fruit hitting his nose instead of his mouth, which resulted in you bursting into laughter. A sad smile appears on his face. He notices how he’s looking at you on screen. Eyes filled with so much amusement and love. He should’ve just told you how he felt instead of trying to push his feelings aside. Maybe if he did tell you, you wouldn’t have left. 

“Hey,” he looks up to see Steve standing at the edge of his bed.

“How-”

“Stark let me in. I did knock.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Steve hears your laughter coming from Bucky’s phone and he shakes his head, “Stop it. You’re hurting yourself even more.”

"I miss her, Steve. She’s still not reading any of my texts or answering my calls. I love her and I fucked up.”

“Well, soon enough, the tour will be over and we’ll go back home. Then you can beg and plead and all that, but right now we have a job to do. So get off your ass and let’s go.”

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1 month until end of tour

You finally did it. You came up with the chords and the lyrics and you’re done. The song is done and you’re so proud! 

You sit in front of your camera, guitar in hand and you smile, “Hey, Steve. I did it! It’s done! I spent all last night finishing it up and here it is! I hope you like it!” you clear your voice and then begin to strum your guitar:

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

The way your hair falls in your eyes Makes me wonder if you'll Ever see through my disguise And I'm under your spell

Everything is falling And I don't know where to land Everyone knows who you are But you don't know who I am

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

I see you singing on that stage You look just like an angel And all I do is pray

That maybe, someday you'll hear my song And understand that all along There's something more that I'm trying to say When I say

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What you're doing to me!

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What you're doing to me..

“So yeah. That’s-That’s the song,” you chuckle, “Clearly, if I take this to the studio, I’m gonna change Bucky to, I don’t know, Baby. That makes sense, right? Anyway, tell me your thoughts and if I should change anything. Hope to hear from you soon!” you wave at the camera and then end the recording. 

You then hook up your camera to your laptop and attach your video to an email, sending it to Steve with anxiety coursing through you. 

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Steve his on his laptop in Bucky’s room. His earbuds in and Bucky assume’s he’s watching youtube videos or something. Meanwhile, Bucky is trying to read an email on his phone but the format is all weird. He turns around and waves at Steve, who pulls out an earbud, “Yeah?”

“Can I borrow your laptop? Becca sent me an email and I can’t read it ‘cause the format is weird.”

“Uuuhh, yeah.” Steve clicks something and then pulls his headphones out, “Here ya go. I’ll be back. I’m gonna grab my charger from my room.”

“Yeah. Kay. Thanks, man.”

Bucky sits up and settles the laptop on his lap and moves the mouse to add a new tab, but he stops when he sees your name. He knows he shouldn’t read Steve’s email, but it was your name! Curiosity got the best of him and he began to read Steve’s email.

It sounds amazing, Y/N! I’m really proud of you and I’m very honored to be one of the first people to hear your song. Keep up the good work and I expect you to remember me when you’re famous. 

Miss you a bunch, 

Steve.

“Song?” Bucky mumbled to himself. He looked up the thread and saw that you sent him a video. He clicks on it and he’s greeted to your face, your voice, your smile. God, did he miss you. 

He watched as you began to strum your guitar. Your mouth opened and there came that beautiful voice he loved:

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. You wrote this all by yourself? Bucky couldn’t help but swell with pride as he hears you sing-

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What? “She wrote a song about me?” he mumbles out loud. He looks up and sees Steve standing there, laptop charger in hand, “Why did she write a song about me?”

“The same reason why you’re so depressed that she left. She loves you.”

“She loves me,” he whispers to himself, “Did she send you an audio clip too?” Steve nods, “Can you send it to me?”

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You knew that The Howling Commandos had their last show in Los Angeles. That meant everyone was coming back home, which meant Bucky was coming back home. You don’t know what you would do if you saw Bucky again. Would you apologize for walking out on him? Would you explain your jealous rage and heartbreak? Would you tell him that you love him? You didn’t really know, but you supposed you’d cross that bridge when you get there. In the meantime, you’ll continue working at the cafe during the day and then working on your songs during the night. 

Tonight was open mic night. Anyone can sign up and perform for the cafe. It was usually busy on these nights, so you didn’t have much time to enjoy the performances since you were hustling to make drinks. 

Your coworker Denise was the emcee tonight. So before and after every performance, she was there to announce the next act. Like now.

“Alright! Thank you, Kelly for the amazing cover of All Star. Now, our next performer is going to be singing an original, but not one he wrote. A special someone of his did. Anyway, let’s give it up for James!” the people sat around the small makeshift stage clapped and then gasped. You didn’t really care nor did you have the time to pause for a moment. You needed to get these drinks out.

“Iced matcha for Matt!” 

You hear the faint strumming of a guitar over the espresso machine. When you hear some all too familiar lyrics, you freeze. 

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

You excuse yourself from behind the counter. Your other coworkers not paying you any attention as you weave through the crowd, heading for the front of the stage.

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

You make eye contact with all too familiar eyes and the low melodious singing voice. There, sitting on the stool onstage is Bucky. He looks like he hasn’t slept and his clothes are disheveled. Did he just arrive from the airport?

Baby, Baby... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

You continue to be captivated as Bucky sings the rest of your song, replacing his name with Baby, like you had mentioned in your video to Steve. Wait, did Steve show him your video? 

After a few more minutes, Bucky finishes the song and the entire cafe erupts in applause and whistles. He nervously chuckles and thanks everyone for their time. Hopping off stage and towards you. 

Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you feel like you’re on the brink of fight or flight mode. Mostly flight. You want to run away but your feet are planted to the ground. 

“Hi,” Bucky says, standing right in front of you.

“Hi,” you mumble back. You feel everyone’s eyes on you and your anxiety is creeping.

“Um, is there somewhere private we can talk?”

You nod and have him follow you to the storage room. Again, your coworkers paying no attention because they’re too busy pushing out orders. 

The door is closed and you’re both just standing there awkwardly. Bucky clears his throat and sets his guitar to the side, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, “I, um, I miss you, and I understand, truly now, why you ignored me and eventually left. I mean, I think I understand? That song, that beautiful song, says a lot, but I still don’t know. I can only hope what you truly mean by it? I don’t know, I’m rambling. I didn’t really think all of this through.”

You shook your head and gave a deep breath, “I thought, from the way that you behaved around me and wanting to spend time with me, that maybe you had feelings for me. But then you’re flirting and talking to other women, so I thought maybe not, and then I did. You gave me a lot of mixed signals. I was gonna tell you that night that I loved you. Then I saw you with-with her and I was just heartbroken. I couldn’t face you after that, or the fact that you didn’t have feelings for me the way I do for you.”

“But I do have feelings for you, Y/N. I have for years and-and that night should’ve never happened. You said you were tired so we didn’t do our post-show ritual and I got stuck in this loneliness. I met..her at the hotel bar and brought her back because I needed to get over you. I loved you, but I couldn’t have you ‘cause we’re best friends. One thing led to another and yeah, I almost slept with her. Then you came in and everything went downhill from there. And I was a mess. 

“I don’t know if you remember, but that same night, I told you that I can’t live without you. And it’s true. I can’t live without you, Y/N. You’re my best friend, yeah, but you’re so much more than that.” he steps closer to you and cautiously take a hold of your hand, “I’m sorry for hurting you, Y/N, and I’m sorry for being confusing about my feelings for you. The truth is that I’m in love you. Period. No one else has made me feel the things that I feel for you.”

You sniffle, trying to hold the tears in your eyes from falling, but to no avail, they’re streaking down your cheeks. Bucky uses his thumb to wipe them away, hating that he’s causing you to cry.

“i really missed you, Bucky. I’m sorry I hurt you too.” you throw yourself into his arms and he tightens his hold on you. 

“Sssshhh. I forgive you, Y/N. I’m so, so, sorry. Ssshhh. It’ll be okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

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1 Year Later

Bucky is standing front and center on stage, his guitar in hand while the rest of the band walk off stage, “Alright. Hello, everyone!” he smiles when people cheer back, “So, we’re gonna take things a little slow now. Some of you may know this song, and if you do, sing along.” he begins to play a few chords, but stops, “Actually, wait. I think I need a little help with this one. So can I have Y/N to the stage please?”

The crowd cheers as you enter from stage right, hurriedly walking towards Bucky, with an extra stool in your hands. You sit down next to him and he smiles.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You giggle, “Hey, Buck.”

“So you okay singing this song with me?”

“I mean yeah, I was the one who wrote it for you.” People scream out, knowing what song was coming up next.

“Right. Of course. Anyway, you ready?”

“Duh!” 

He looks out to the crowd, “Are you guys ready?”

“YEAH!”

Bucky starts to strum the chords, his eyes not focused on the guitar or the crowd, but you, as you’re sitting there beside him, hand holding up the mic, and engagement ring shining in the spotlight. 

[kunderdogs]

Monsta X / Curvy S/O Wearing A Body-Con Dress

So, I’m still big mad that I lost 800+ words of this reaction the first time around and I forgot wtf I put for them so let’s try this again ;-;  S/O to the anon who requested this. Idk what kind of revealing dress you were thinking of so I went with this and other similar dresses. 

I kinda snapped on Kihyun’s lmao got a lil carried away so it’s lengthy - sorry!

Remember this is just my opinion about how the boys would react and all in good fun.

Shownu: Heart eyes af. Proud boyfriend right here!! He’s quiet but that smile that lights up his face will not leave any time soon. Nunu’s got BDE (I can’t believe I typed this) so he’s going to show you off to the world. The type to take your IG pics for you and hit all the right angles. Gonna have you walk in front of him all night just so he can watch your hips swing from walking in heels. He’s comfortable in your relationship so he’s indifferent to the stares you get since you’re on his arm. Also, he’s not one to feel like he owns you in anyway so he’s not going to tell you to change. Definitely an ass/hips man so expect his big hands gripping you or pulling you into him. He’s going to want to dance the entire time you’re out, mainly so he can have your body grind against his. Totally fine with people looking, but talking to you is a different story and will 100% stand behind you, glaring at whoever had the balls to try to speak to you. Other than that, he’s extremely touchy when you dress up like this so expect a lot of affection, even if you’re in public because “Who told you to be so damn sexy?”

Wonho: Immediately groaning and complaining about how hot you look. “Whyyyyyy are you so hot? Let’s stay home baby~ Please?” 11/10 going to try and convince you to stay in tonight. Will whine and follow you around as you finish getting ready. Clingy AF!! Like more so than usual too (which is hard to do but this is Hoseok we’re talking about here). Big baby boy mood comes out and he’s whining about how he can’t possibly focus on the dinner reservations with you looking like that. Once you manage to drag him out, he’s going to keep touching you - hips, waist, arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding your hands. When you’re sitting, you can bet your left foot that his hands are gripping your thighs, unintentionally teasing you but when you touch him back - ohhhh boy. He’s giving you puppy eyes now and whispering in your ear, “Can we leave now? I’ve done what you ask, I think I deserve a reward.”

Minhyuk: Sunshine has left the building. Wide eyes, jaw dropped when he got to your place and you walked down the stairs like it was your own personal runway. Pride is filling up his chest as well as admiration. He loves you for you but your body was definitely a plus and he worshiped the ground you walked on but he wasn’t sure if he could handle you looking that sexy all night. In about two seconds, he comes to the conclusion that no, his heart cannot handle that stress and tells you to take your fine ass back upstairs and put on something with more cloth. “I can’t- Nope, I’m not gonna be hurting like this and not be able to touch you. You’ve got to change, for my mental sanity.” Compliments you and the dress but lets you know he won’t be able to focus on anything if your dress is that tight/short on you. Grips his heart dramatically as you walk back up the stairs “Gah damn, why must you hurt me like this baby?” Realizes you’re going to change and then runs up after you cause as much as he likes the dress on you, he will not miss the opportunity to see it come off ;) As much as you try to keep his hands off you while undressing, it doesn’t work and now you’re the last ones to the venue, cheeks flushed and lips swollen with the maknaes giggling as you fix your hair.

(oof this gif is powerful)

Kihyun: Yeah hell no. He’s buttoning up the cuffs of his suit as he walks in the bathroom and sees you all dressed up, putting on your jewelry. The way the diamonds he bought you on your third anniversary sat delicately on your chest made his mouth dry. Totally forgets what he had to ask you so he takes in the view as you lean over the counter top to put in your earrings. His eyes are dark and narrowed, head tilting to the side while his face is unreadable. When you’re done, you twirl around to ask his opinion but he’ll step towards you just like a predator would its prey. “Change.” and that’s all he’ll say, unblinking, looking you up and down. “Ki, I bought this dress for this award show. Do you not like it?” Honestly, he liked it way too much and that mean other people would like it too and nope he was having none of that shit on his watch. If you really refused to change, he’ll say some hurtful things, he’s got a sharp tongue and doesn’t realize the shit he says sounds bad until later on. “Who are you dressing up for cause it sure as hell doesn’t look like it’s for me.” You’ll have to ignore him because he’s just being petty but if you give in and say “I dress up for my damn self!” or anything sassy, his dom side will not allow it. He’ll probably try to start a fight just to stay home but it’s because he’s a bit insecure since you look so good, someone better looking or more talented was bound to catch your attention. In his mind, there was no way you could be this perfect and be with him. Will be fuming the entire award show, tense hand holding, jaw tight and lot of eyebrow raises instead of answering your comments or questions (angry KiKi sounds so hot) Later in the night he’ll realize he’s being a dick and apologize but he’ll sulk until you give him kisses and forgive him.

Hyungwon: At first, he’s just smirking like a cocky little shit. Rubbing his chin and biting his lip. He’ll make you walk back and forth just to stare at your ass. “Oh, you’re fine fine. Okay.” He’s going to vocally compliment you up and down. Licking his lips, rubbing his hands together (very fuckboy-esque) but my boy is seeing only hearts okay, he’s smitten! In my personal experience, skinny/lanky guys are the ones who looove thick/curvy girls the most and he’s no different. Doesn’t know what to do with himself except make comments while he’s following you around the house. “Baby, if you keep looking like a damn snack, I’ll have no choice but you eat like one.” And you’re like, “Damn it, stop being so horny, we’re going to your CEO’s birthday dinner.” Once he remembers that you’re indeed going out dressed like that, he switches very quickly. Silently, he’ll grab one of his big jackets and toss it at you, telling you to put it on otherwise he’ll go crazy all night if he has to see other guys staring at your ass. You do so, hiding your smirk when you think back to that one time Minhyuk had openly stared at you when you wore really tight jeans because Hyungwon almost lost his shit and it was kind of funny to see him so riled up. Very, very possessive and if you don’t pay him much attention that night, his attitude will jump out and he’ll definitely be rough with you later on - hands gripping your waist to get your attention, face grabbing to make you look at him in the eye. we love a confident zaddy whoops Will not let you out of his sight. You won’t even get 5 feet away from him without him following closely behind you & his eyes would stay mostly on how your hips swing back and forth. He does not last long so he’ll drag you to an empty room or even restroom so you can help him out.

(we need to talk more about flully/curly haired Hyungwon ok we were so so blessed)

Jooheon: Once he sees what you’re wearing to the company New Years party, it’s a mOTHAFUCKIN WRAP. He’s going to appreciate your figure with narrowed eyes and a smirk. He knows you got a nice body but didn’t know you had a dress that tight in your closet and wonders why you haven’t whipped that out for him sooner. Thinks you’re dressing up for him so he sees it as his own little present. Definitely going to suggest staying home and nearly has you wrapped around his waist, back smashed against the door to your apartment when he hears his phone ringing in his pocket. You break the kiss but he’s unbothered and attacks your neck with biting kisses as you try to get in his pocket. “Ooh are we skipping the foreplay tonight?” and you roll your eyes like “Boy, do you not hear your phone? We have to go to the dinner, honey.” He groans into your neck, pressing your body into the wood again. “Ignore it. I’m tryna have my dessert right now.” Somehow, you managed to get him to the party but he’s going to give you bedroom eyes the entire time you’re out. Outwardly, he can compose himself to not act as horny as he was feeling so his touches will linger but they’ll be appropriate. If someone was flirting with you though, he will definitely put his hand on the small of your back, basically your ass. “Let’s go home, baby.” 

I.M: “Babe have you seen my -...Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” My fav switch will enter dom mode pretty quickly upon seeing his s/o in such a tight, figure hugging dress. He’s a fan (a very big fan) of curves and ass in general. You don’t normally wear things like this, choosing leggings or hoddies over anything else. Changkyun would be biting his lip, watching you finish putting stuff in your hand bag and checking your makeup in the mirror but as you tell him, it was your friends bday and she wanted to go club hopping, he’s gonna go in the closet and get ready himself. When you ask wtf he’s doing since it’s technically a girls night, he’ll dead ass just stare at you blankly and say, “If you think I’m gonna let you out of my sight, looking like the goddess you are,” he pulled his button up on, snapping the buttons in place, “You’re dead wrong, love.” Yeah he’s just a bit possessive. Will hang on you all night, most the time is spent in his lap though and his tongue just can’t seem to stay in his mouth. It’s licking your neck, biting his own lips, licking them too. By the middle of the night, he’s tired of not having you beneath him so when you grind on him a little too good, he’s standing up and telling your friends good night, dragging you behind him and out the door.

[mayapenelopeclutterbucket]

*SPOILERS* Thoughts I had while TGD 3x11 “Fractured” aka watch me flip my shit about my otp

Ya girl is already having a stressful year ALREADY and I’m anxious and depressed buuuuut I’m excited for tonight’s ep because my baes said there was some good melendaire content and can’t wait to see what it is and if you’ve been annoyed with my constant hsmtmts content I’m sorry 😂 it was my new fixation especially since tgd was on a break and I’m hoping to get back into the swing of posting more tgd content, we shall see:)) anywayyyys onto my thoughts I insist on sharing for some reason ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m ngl I wasn’t as excited as I normally was tgd to come back on but now I am feeling the excitement and so reaaady 😆

I forgot how fucking sad the last ep was and how much shit the writers put Claire and shaun thru

I missed shea OKAY I ADMIT IT season 1 shea was just *chefs kiss* PERFECTION

Oh yeah I remember watching this sneak peek and being annoyed af with glassman because he’s an asshole as always and I’m tired oh him and his shitty thoughts/opinions and him shitting on lea and being annoyed because she just wants to be friends with shaun which there’s nothing wrong with that they can JUST be bffs glassy

Did someone really just yell they need a Doctor I mean of course they do you’re in an ER 😂

Morgan being SHOOK about that pain of childbirth lmaooo

Yoooo it’s Rico from Hannah Montana and yaaaasss bitch Claire is on her way back to being her compassionate self

Oof trouble with sharly

Y’all I AM CHEESING SO HARD AT THAT MELENDAIRE MOMENT OH MY GOD that was so freakin great she’s opening up to Melendez and he seems to know about her mom and I just it was BEAUTIFUL they’re going back to pre l*mlendez and connecting and sharing their feelings and talking about their past WE’RE ONLY 10 MINUTES IN AND IM HAVING A HEART ATTACK

Oh my god Morgan stop why you gotta be so mean sometimes bby 😂

Yesss shaun snapping back at Morgan’s sarcastic comments

Fuck park up Claire I’m sick of so many characters in this show oh my god lmao

Aww Melendez wanting to side with his boo

This patient who doesn’t want narcotics has the same name as me 👀

How can this lady keep a straight face with how much pain she must be in omg I would not be able to do what she’s doing

Melendez looks so fucking in love with Claire while she’s arguing her case and aww my baby has been thru so much and overcome so much and she’s a kickass doctor and human being and I love her

Don’t y’all love how Claire can always win Melendez over 😂

Park is such a dramatic hardass lol

Aww shaun is making a pros and cons list of lea and Carly

It’s so weird hearing my name mentioned on the show

Oh so asshole Andrews is still somehow married despite the fact that his wife is never shown and he never talks about her

Ayyye I just realized no lim so far this ep I mean I miss her but I’m glad there will be no l*mlendez nonsense because of it but at the same time it sucks her character was really reduced to just being a love interest??!?! The writers really don’t know what to do with a character when they make them chief of surgery 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Holy shit that’s a lot of drugs and not how I pictured balloon drugs to look lol

Lmaoo park jealous about Melendez giving his attention to Claire and letting her do the honors thank god SUCK IT PARK CLAIRE GETS TO DO THE LEAD ON CLOSE BECAUSE SHES NOT AN ASSHOLE LIKE YOU kindness always wins when are you gonna learn that, Melendez doesn’t stay impressed with his residents intelligence for long you gotta bring more to the table

Aww shaun listing all the things he likes about Carly and I’m glad he’s telling Carly the truth but now she’s sad and he’s sad and now I’m sad

😭😭 why did I think the moments that were gonna make me cry were over I hate glassman but that was so sweet and shaun finally admitting his fears about being left to glassman was a lot and shaun willingly hugging him ENDED ME

CLAIRE IS BACK TO INSPIRING PEOPLE

Jesus Christ that was intense and graphic and the classical music going with it the JUXTAPOSITION (ooh look at me using fancy words lol)

Man y’all really couldn’t let Claire catch a break and have a good day huh 🙃🙃 LET HER HEAL ASSHOLES (post ep edit look like Melendez is gonna help her heal 👀👀)

Oh my god oh my god oh my god I CANT BREATHE AM I REALLY GETTING MELENDEZ COMFORTING CLAIRE MOMENT OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAD TO PAUSE IT IM FREAAAAKING OUT

IS ANYBODY ELSE GETTING BALCONY FLASHBACKS FROM SEASON 2 OH MY GOD IF NO ONE ELSE HAS GIFFED THAT YET I WILL 😭😭 I haven’t even gotten to them talking because I’m so psyched about this parallel Jesus Christ I can’t

Claire STOP I paused it again lmao BUT THATS WHAT MELENDEZ LOVES ABOUT YOU REMEMBER THAT YOURE DIFFERENT AND SMART AND SPECIAL MY HEAAAART OH MY GOD

HE JUST TOLD HER THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH HER SEEING THE BEST IN PEOPLE AND BEING GRATEFUL TO BE ABLE TO WORK WITH HER HOLY FUCKING SHIT NOW ITS A PARALLEL BACK TO SEASON 1 my heaaaart fuck

THIS IS OUR MELENDAIRE SEASON GUYS WE’RE BACK 😭😭😭

The sharly angst is killing me and now we’re never gonna see lea if shaun moves out :// BUT SHAUN JUST TOLD CARLY HE LOVES HER 😭

WOW JUST WOW an amazing fucking ep 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I’m so freakin glad we got more of a focus on the doctors and not the patients it was freakin beautiful and honestly one of my favorite eps so far like I don’t think I was bored with any of it

THAT MELENDAIRE CONTENT THO YOOOOOO the greatest moment of my life oh my god I’m still not over it I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT and now I’m wondering if should make that melendaire video I wanted to now with their season 3 moments 👀👀 or wait until the season ends because IM SURE WE’LL GET MORE GOD BLESS 🙌🏼

Are we really getting melendaire working together again next ep

P.s. check out my melendaire gifset