#who occasionally likes to throw punches just for the fun of it lmao

[teddybeartoji]

ok ok ok no bc i’m convinced sukuna COULD be a softie if he met the right person ((you))……he just needs to be HELD!!!!! and CHERISHED!!!!!! he needs soft fingers and warm dough and light touches and hands that don’t curl into fists on instinct and and and!!!!!!! i see the vision mickey I SEE IT

QUINNNNN!!!!!!! YOU GET MEEEE!!!!!!!! i think he can be a big big softie actually... i think when he finds the person he really likes he kind of turns into like a kitten in a way lmao like he just wants your attention and he wants to impress you and tbh i don't think he'd be afraid to say so either. he'll just come and lay himself on top of you without a word and you're like ???????? and he just huffs at you and while that doesn't sound too nice you can literally feel him smiling against your neck????????? idk he gets weird when he's in love and i mean that in the best possible way<33333

he doesn't really understand that he likes you at first btw. or that he has a crush on you. there this innate need to Do Things so you'd look at him lmao and if anyone points it out he's just goes Pfft I Don't Know What You're Talking abt😒😒😒 i genuinely think he doesn't know what having a crush on sb means it's kind of new to him it rarely happens okay just give him some time...

ANDDD so if i'm talking abt mikuna... he is just like that right buuut i think he does like to get into bar fights😭😭😭 he's not necessarily angry or anything he just gets very excited lmao i think he does get off on pissing off some bigots in a club somewhere on a saturday night this is like actual entertainment for him and ykw..... i am here to cheer him on i can't even lie ok he's fighting for a good cause😭😭😭😭😭 aand then i get to kiss his bruised knuckles and he gets to tease me abt being so into it💀💀

[cosmitton]

benjicot blackwood enemies/rival to lovers (?) with bracken!reader headcanons

A/N: I originally started writing this the day after the episode with “Benji” came out and never finished it until today, lol, so it’s not a very original idea. Sorry lol.

I know that he might not be Benji and that the show called him Davos, but idc idc idc. I think he fits as an aged-up Benji so that’s what he’ll be to me lol. Maybe if they give us actual Benji later in the show, I’ll come back to edit this to Davos. You can think of this as either Benji or Davos, it’s up to you but I’m referring to him as Benji.

Also, I can’t believe that the first thing I’m writing for HOTD is just because of this rabid squirrel that was on screen for maybe 5mins LMAO

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!F!Reader

Enemies/Rivals to Lovers(?)

Warnings: nsfw (not full-on smut, just a bit I think), a little violence, Benji being a little shit lol, reader is easily irritated oop-

As with pretty much everyone in House Bracken, you were raised to hate the Blackwoods

Regardless of whether or not anyone even remembered why at this point

As a woman, naturally there were a lot of people that opposed to you learning how to fight or participating in battle

No matter how hard you fought for it, it wasn’t your place

But you weren’t the type to just accept being pushed aside so easily

And, oddly enough, Benji was different from the other men you knew

He didn’t seem to care very much that you were a woman fighting, he just wanted someone to talk shit to

He cared more that you were a Bracken, and, even more than that, you were fun to fight and mess with

At this point, you couldn’t remember when or how this started, but it was a relatively regular occurrence for the two of you to butt heads

Occasionally coming to physical blows

Like right now

Benji really needed to learn how to shut up if he didn’t want to get punched in the face

Though he would probably say the same about you

Despite the fact that you both had swords you could’ve used, you both have a tendency to use fists with each other

“Here you spend all your time trying to prove yourself a fighter and that’s the best you can do? What a shame, Bracken.”

“Fuck yourself, Blackwood. You can prattle all you want but you have yet to draw blood when I have.”

Benji laughs, not even bothering to wipe that blood from his mouth

You try to ignore what the sight of him bloody does to you

“I’m merely being kind. We both know how much you enjoy having your hands on me. Who am I to deprive you?”

You can feel the heat creeping up your neck and into your face, but before you can respond, Benji is suddenly much closer to you

You didn’t realize how fast he could be

“Although, I’m sure we could figure out a much better way to have your hands on me if you’re so desperate.”

You’re stubbornly trying to ignore the feelings his deeper, raspy voice inspires in your belly

Instead you focus on the rage that hits you immediately

You’re both long past decorum at this point, so you don’t think twice before rushing him to tackle him to the ground

Benji’s still laughing, seeming to think this is all a game

You’re rolling around on the grass now, both of you trying to gain the upper hand on the other

For a moment, Benji uses his weight to pin you down

“I knew you couldn’t resist rolling around with me. We could find some place more comfortable-”

You bite his hand that’s pinning your shoulder

When he pulls away with a sound that’s halfway between amused and surprised, you throw your weight to roll him over

“Give up now, Blackwood, and I won’t cave your skull in.”

“You’d never harm my face, you enjoy it too much.”

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, would that you could back it up.”

“Oh, you like my mouth, don’t you, Bracken? Don’t worry, I could show you just how talented it is if you’re so interested.”

You go to punch him before you come to a realization

Benji’s just laying there

He isn’t even trying to get up or throw you off

“What are you doing?”

“What?”

“You’re not even attempting to push me off.”

Benji grins and you immediately regret asking in the first place

“Why would I? I can get on board with you being on top if you so wish to be.”

You’re exasperated, what did you expect

You roll your eyes, frustrated that you’re not getting anywhere with this

Ignoring that you’re also frustrated because of the images his words conjure and, he’s right, you wouldn’t mind being on top either

“You’re a fool.”

You get up to walk away from him

You should’ve expected that Benjicot Blackwood wouldn’t give up so easily

He scrambles to tackle you by the knees and you catch yourself before you faceplant into the ground

Benji’s weight lands against your back and presses your chest down, your arms folded between the grass and your body

“Blackwood! Get the fuck off of me!”

His laugh is right next to your ear now and you hate the way it sends a thrill down your spine

“Come now, little spitfire, you’re running already?”

“I’d never run from a craven like you! I’ve just decided you’re not worth my time.”

You’re trying to wriggle out from underneath him, embarrassed by the way the warmth of his body encompasses yours

“Careful, you might hurt my feelings.”

“I’ll hurt you in much worse ways than that if you don’t get up immediately.”

You try to push yourself up by your arms, but that just presses you against him even more

And he makes a noise that’s like a sigh and a groan

Gods

That noise should not make your face warm and your thighs tingle the way it does

You’re both frozen now, unsure what to do with that new development

He drops his head so that it’s pressed against your neck and shoulder now

“…Ben?”

“I told you to be careful…” his voice is much deeper now, and you can feel it rumble from his chest and through your back

You could also feel something pressed against your ass

“What are you doing?” You ask again, because you don’t know what else to say

“Nothing.” He replies, but you can feel his hands on your waist now

You refuse to acknowledge the fact that you’re not trying to get away from him anymore

His hands start to move slowly up toward your chest, as if giving you a chance to tell him to back off

You don’t

You can feel his breath against your skin from where his face is tucked against your neck still

You’re breathing hard by the time his hands reach your chest

You know he can feel it because you can feel his smile against you

But he’s breathing hard too

Still, the idea that he’s affecting you more than you’re affecting him annoys you so you press yourself back against him harder

You’re rewarded with the same low noise he made earlier and you feel the same tingles between your thighs

He must take this as a challenge, too, because one of his hands moves to your thigh and squeezes

“Must I warn you yet again to be careful?” Benji breathes

“You may as many times as you wish, however I may not listen.”

He laughs breathlessly and presses himself harder against you, pushing you against the ground

In response, you press back again

And you two continue like that, pushing and pulling like the ocean, rhythmic

His hand moves further up your thigh, pressing between them

Your legs part further without thought

You’re not thinking of much but Benji anymore

The movements of his hips are getting more frantic, his breathing heavier

His hand finally slips down the trousers you’re wearing to touch your skin directly

And you learn that Benjicot Blackwood doesn’t know how to shut up even now

“Gods, I always wondered how soft you’d be.”

“I knew you’d be so warm, I dreamt about it.”

“I bet you’re so beautiful, too. Pretty little princess.”

“So wet, gods, have you thought about this as much as I have?”

You wondered if he even knew what he was saying at this point, considering it all just sounded like rambling now

But you also couldn’t deny it, you had thought about this multiple times – even in your dreams

You have no awareness of how quiet or loud the noises you’re making might be right now

Probably for the best, though – you’d most likely be embarrassed

Either way, you know Benji can still hear you because he won’t stop smiling

If you weren’t so distracted by his fingers right now, you’d punch his smug face again

He’s lucky his hands make up for his personality

You’re almost nervous by the feeling that’s quickly creeping up on you right now – having never experienced it before and unsure of what exactly will happen

He must notice by the way that you’re squirming, almost trying to get away

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, “I’ve got you. I’m here, relax.”

You figure he must know more about it than you, which isn’t exactly surprising from what you’ve heard about what boys his age typically get up to at night

So you relax and give into the feelings he conjures in you with his fingers

He must be feeling similar things by the low moan-breaths he’s making and the quickening of his hips

You gasp, pressing your mouth against the back of your hand that grips the grass underneath you, when that building pressure finally snaps

Your thighs, almost on instinct, start to close around his hand that doesn’t stop moving between them

But his other hand moves to squeeze at your hip when his finally still, pressing his open mouth against your neck as he gasps lowly

His hips finally slow, seeming to come back to the world as you do

He’s still softly touching you, until you start to feel a bit too sensitive and squirm away

You’re both silent for a moment, aside from your harsh breaths

And now that you’re back to reality – you’re faced with one question more important than the others

Where do you two go from here?

[d4rkdi0rrr]

First off I just want to say I LOVED you’re other Leo x reader writing 😭

Could you write a sort of enemies (they just argue a lot lol) to friends to lovers with Leo on the Argo. Like maybe he’s blasting country music like 24/7 while he works and the reader hates it (sorry to any country music lovers lmao). Or like the reader is one room down from him and she just hears the power tools going all night. And maybe the reader ticks him off too because she like keeps breaking her weapons, or starts playing loud music to retaliate idk. But then one day they are paired together for night patrol or cleaning duty. Leo’s like “dude why do you hate me so much??” and the readers like “who said I hate you??

(Sorry if this is long I’m horrible at explaining things lol 😭)

he hates me, he hates me not

(im glad you liked the leo x reader fic and thank u sm for this request! it was a little rushed so i apologise in advance but it was rlly fun to write <3)

leo valdez x fem!reader

cw: arguing, enemies to lovers, swearing, reader cabin not specified, not proof read

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Leo Valdez was infuriating to say the least.

You had agreed to join the quest, thinking that you and Leo could become good friends. What was there to dislike? He could be funny (at times), cared about his friends and had a nice face (something you would never admit out loud). But boy were you wrong. He held some sort of personal vendetta against you, ticking you off on purpose, making your life a literal living hell. You had no idea why he hated you so much.

"Maybe he likes you," Piper giggled, fanning her freshly painted nails. You two, along with Hazel and Annabeth were in Piper's room, having a girl's night.

"Me and Percy were like that before we got together too, y'know," Annabeth agreed, grabbing a cookie from the box that was sat beside your position on the bed.

"Oh please," you scoffed. "You guys know how much he pisses me off. It's too bad he has such a pretty face - oh shit." Realising what you'd said out loud, you immediately covered your face with your hands. "Please forget what I just said."

"Aww, someone's got a crush!" Squealed Hazel, throwing a pillow at you, "we are never letting you live this down."

You rolled your eyes at her. Just as you were about to grab the last cookie, the door flew open, along with the sweaty grime-covered bane of your existence.

"Pipes, have you seen Buford? He ran off with my tool belt. Are those cookies?" He reached an arm out towards the cookie box faster than the speed lightning, and before you could stop him, he'd taken the last cookie. Darn it. He looked around the room before his gaze fell upon you, to which he wrinkled up his face. "I wasn't aware that we let aliens in on this ship."

"Fuck off, Valdez," you grumbled. You weren't in the mood to argue with him right now. He'd taken the last damn cookie and now your evening was ruined. "Says the abominable fuck face. Buford isn't here. Go away before I punch your face in."

"Alright, alright, good night to y'all." Leo winked before saying, "except for you, Y/N, of course." You threw a pillow at the closing door.

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It was currently 1 am on the Argo, and Leo had been tinkering away in his room beside you. To be honest, the occasional sounds of the metal clinking and clattering was quite relaxing. It was the loud country music blasting, making you want to crawl under your bed and stuff cotton in your ears that was truly insufferable.

You weren't about to let go of the absolutely appetizing thought of sleep escape you, so naturally, you got up and knocked loudly on Leo's door.

"Come in!" you heard over the loud music. You entered his room and looked around, disgusted. The ground was absolutely trashed and looked like the equivalent of a war zone. "Oh, it's you."

"Can you please turn this horrible music down?" you tried to yell over the obnoxious music. "I'm trying to sleep."

"No can do!" he yelled back. "It helps me concentrate. Get out of my room!"

You huffed (which Leo thought was absolutely adorable) and slammed the door closed.

Back in your own cabin, you accepted the fact that you were going to wake up looking like a sleep deprived rat. However, maybe you were hallucinating or delusional but you swear you heard the volume lower before drifting off to sleep.

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"Not you again," you groaned as you saw the first locks of Leo's curly hair from the top of the ladder. "I thought I was on duty with Frank."

"We're stuck with each other I guess," Leo shrugged cheerfully, plopping down next to you. The night breeze was cooling on your face and you felt like the main character in a movie as the wind gently kissed your hair. For once, you actually didn't mind his presence. Then: "Dude, why do you hate me so much?"

"Hmm?" you hummed, unsure of where he was going with this. "What do you mean? I don't hate you."

"We can't stand each other!" Leo protested. "I'm always insulting you, and you're always insulting me back. This is probably the most civil conversation we've ever had!"

You were starting to feel defensive. Wasn't he the one that'd always started tormenting you? You'd only wanted to get back at him for everything he'd done to you. "You start all of it though! I wanted to be friends with you but you just wouldn't let me! I tried, Leo, I did but you were just so infuriating with your jabs and pretty face and pretty everything and- "

"Wait, you think I'm pretty?" Leo looked starstruck by your words. He was gazing at you with the softest look on his face. "Can I tell you something?" You nodded. "I acted like I hated you because you were too beautiful, definitely way out of my league. I'm so sorry."

You grew flustered at the sudden proximity between the two of you.

"Can I kiss you?" He breathed softly.

"Okay."

He leaned forwards and placed a hand around the back of your head, the other finding yours and intertwining your fingers together. His lips were slightly chapped against yours but you felt like you were in heaven.

Breaking apart with a small giggle, you mustered up your courage and asked, "Can we do that again?"

[mysticstarlightduck]

New WIP Tag Game! OC Fun Facts!

Hey! So I'm bored and want to do something fun, so here it goes a new OC tag game!

(I originally posted this in the wrong place lol, because I was hella tired yesterday, but here it goes - a repost on my actual blog lmao)

Also, pls reblog to get the game going! 💕

Rules: Make a list of fun facts about your OCs. Like a headcanon list, if you will! Except it's actually canon lol.

I'll go with some of the cast from Scrapyard Boys!

Valen Cassidy

... has never dated anyone before and despite his usual brash, occasionally hawkish, and extroverted personality, actually feels really awkward/too shy to ask anyone out

... likes pop rock, pop punk, and heavy metal. his music taste varies between happy-go-lucky, upbeat, feel-good songs and the most aggressive "I hate the world"-type heavy metal

... hyper fixates on arcade games and hates losing. like, he'll throw a full-on pity party or start an argument if he loses In front of other people

... can only sleep properly if he has his dinosaur plushie with him but will never let anyone find out

...can mess someone up in a fight, especially if he hates that person or if that person threatened his friends. like he is freakishly strong and has a very short temper - his punches are devastating and his superpower isn't even super-strength

... is a night owl and hates waking up too early. is the most grumpy, angry kid in the face of the earth up until 10AM even if he drinks a truckload of coffee

... has some anger issues and feels super bad when he accidentally snaps at/says something rude to someone without a reason - he doesn't mean to be rude, and if he happens to be stressed and loses his temper, he is very harsh on himself afterward

... can actually bake pretty well and loves making cupcakes

... hates horror movies with a burning passion but will watch them if dared just to uphold his "tough guy" reputation, and then promptly won't sleep for two nights straight afterwards

... since his power is Electrical Conduction, he can actually charge things, like cellphones and laptops, etc, if he does so very carefully

Quince Warren

... likes 80s pop music and early 2000s alternative rock songs, especially grunge

... prefers to solve things diplomatically or by talking it out, because his powers are usually lethal to others and he's scared of using his powers to this day

... likes waking up early, usually before anybody else, and sleeps so soundly he could literally sleep through the apocalypse if it happened

... could not dance properly if his life depended on it

... drinks more coffee than is probably healthy, but likely doesn't realize it isn't ideal

... cries while watching romantic comedies and gets way too invested when watching soap operas

... has unnatural pain tolerance - can probably break an arm and legit not realize anything is wrong until someone points it out

... will eat pizza for breakfast if unsupervised

... is unhingedly good at hide-and-seek to the point that his friends will give up looking for him and he'll simply emerge, seemingly from out of nowhere, and they'll have no idea where he came from

... is very respectful to others and despises people who don't respect other's boundaries

Jordan Raith

... suffers from chronic insomnia and gets pissed off when he can't sleep even though he knows to expect it, takes sleeping medicine but his superhuman metabolism refuses to let it work

... likes all things macabre, gothic, and dark, ranging from 1800s gothic romance novels to early 2000s teen horror movies, will 100% enjoy the heck out of a Halloween party

... occasionally sleepwalks and talks in his sleep almost every night

... adores fast food, especially from diners, and his favorite food to order is strawberry milkshakes with a plate of tuna sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies

... loves listening to music and is almost always wearing his headphones, has a playlist for every occasion, and his favorite music genres range from moody, dark aesthetic songs to cheesy pop songs

... has a 'bad boy style' and genuinely digs it, as he is a fan of a gothic aesthetic, and despite being a troublemaker is also a cinnamon roll

... is the most dangerous, murderous, and downright ruthless member of the main cast, even some villains are afraid of him

... has an old motorcycle

... confessed his feelings for the girl he likes (Maggie) a week after meeting her, and their first date was eating ice cream on a graveyard. they've been soulmates ever since

... hates loud noises and people who are obnoxiously loud in proximity to him

... is unpredictable and genuinely terrifying to his enemies

... is bad at handling tech and social media - gets confused easily and might post a bunch of nonsense on accident + has no patience to handle it

Emily Warren

... loves puppies and cats with her whole heart, and has a chonky cat named Sir Theodore Smothie The Third, who has the personality of a chaotic little bastard of a gremlin

... has a crush on Valen because she finds his personality endearing and he is generally a great friend but is waiting to figure out if he feels the same about her

... loves survival videogames and is very competitive when it comes to beating a high score

... despite singing rather well, likes to playfully sing as awfully as she can to annoy her brother (Quince)

... can play the guitar decently and likes learning new tunes

... rarely gets into fights but has a couple of brass knuckles and a switchblade in her pockets just in case

... dyes a single strand of her hair a different color each month, or every time she can remember to

... wears glasses and has very poor eyesight without them

... her power is Combustion and she has pretty bad control over it so she can either cause block-levelling explosions or less than nothing, and it's very much a problem

... loves musicals and boy bands - and has a poster of her favorite boy band in her room

... adds stickers to anything and everything, especially if they're glittery stickers

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[santastic]

the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

navigation || skz masterlist

Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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[sarah-sandwich]

“that wasnt supposed to happen” from the prompts?🥺✨💖

Thank you so much for sending this! I had a ton of fun writing it! I definitely indulged in some delightful tropiness lmao

Content warning: they get fresh in this one lads (but not that fresh--rated T)

Undercover? I thought you said under covers...

The ballroom is warmly lit, dark wood floor shining under designer shoes. High-class socialites mill around with crystalline glassware held in well-manicured hands as a tinkling piano melody wafts over the dull murmur of conversation occasionally broken by a neatly constructed and perfectly timed laugh. Somewhere close by, a fountain splashes pleasantly.

And Peter can’t take his eyes off of the appetizer spread.

“James, darling,” Harley says with a toothy smile, sweetness and charm wrapped around his drawl like cotton candy on a stick, “would you mind getting me a refill?”

Peter’s eyes snap away from the food and he falls back into character. Idiot.

“Of course, honey.” Peter takes the empty glass and in the same motion leans in, nose brushing his cheekbone as his warm soft lips press into the apple of his cheek and his body presses into his side.

Then he’s gone.

Harley tracks him as he crosses the room, heart fluttering and breath short.

“You two make a lovely couple.”

He tears his eyes away from Peter and faces Maria Leonetti, the hostess of tonight’s event, with a devil-may-care smile and confident but relaxed posture. He is Randall Johnson and he loves bumping elbows with the wanna-be one-percenters and trying to convince them to back his latest venture, but if it doesn’t pan out, oh well. So long as Daddy hasn’t cut off his stipend yet, he’s got nothing to lose.

What a freaking joke.

-

“Thank you, according to my mother we’re the talk of her book club but then again, she’s a horrible flatterer and an even worse gossip.”

Maria laughs, high and false and grating and he hates it here, he hates it here, he hates it here. For all of the glitter and shine, everyone here is fake, contrived, plastic. He hates it here.

Peter returns, so close the heat of him seeps through his suit jacket and warms him entirely. He holds out a champagne flute wordlessly, eyes dark on Maria as she turns to greet another lady in a fine gown that glistens delicately under the glow of the chandelier.

There’s mustard on the corner of his mouth. He ignores the offered glass and he swipes his thumb through it then holds out the yellow glob for Peter to see.

“Did you even taste it?” he asks. He was only gone a handful of seconds. How did he have time to hoark down an entire—

His mouth goes dry as Peter, still focused on Maria’s journey across the room, leans forward and parts his lips. Teeth scrap the pad of his thumb, followed by a sweep of tongue, and then he pulls back.

“Yeah, it’s good,” he murmurs, eyes narrowed on Maria.

A wheeze punches out of him but luckily it’s drowned out by a hearty chuckle.

“How long have the pair of you been together then?” the glimmer dress woman asks, hip cocked and long white hair spilling around bare shoulders. “Can’t be too long.” She continues, ticking off a list on fine-gloved fingers, “Still star-struck by each other, not bickering like a married couple, easily jealous.” Her eyes settle on Peter, a small smirk playing painted lips.

Wait, what?

Peter smiles but there are too many teeth for it to be genuine. “Can you blame me?”

Huh?

The woman turns to Harley and makes a show of looking him up and down, eyes lingering on his hands and his chest. “No, I suppose not,” she tells Peter. “You’re cute but it’s clear who the real catch is.”

Peter smiles again but the grinding of his teeth is nearly audible and there’s an aggressive slant to his shoulders that usually precedes Spider-Man throwing a punch. “Unfortunately, this catch isn’t going to market,” he grits out, “so you can just go and— and gossip about your latest spa day or whatever.”

The woman’s eyes light with interest and she cocks her head to the side as she regards Peter in earnest.

Uh-oh. Abort, abort!

“Excuse us,” he says, threading his fingers through Peter’s and squeezing his hand tightly in warning, “we need to umm— Bathroom.”

He hauls Peter out of the suddenly stuffy ballroom, abandoning the champagne glass on a random table as the woman’s eyes bore into his back until he shuts the door behind them. They’re in an empty hall, wide and polished—gold gilding on the crown moulding, decorative sconces adorning the walls, heavy drapes framing intermittent windows. He’s rarely felt so out of place.

He shakes off Peter’s damp hand and turns on him. “Dude, what the hell?”

“I know, right? What was that lady’s problem?”

“What’s your problem? She was playing with you. You almost compromised the whole mission because you got all butthurt over a fake relationship!”

Peter sputters. “Butthurt? I was playing the role!”

“What role? You didn’t bring up your hedge fund once.”

“Maybe that’s because I had to do double the work selling our relationship while you smiled and simpered at every pretty face that gave you the time of day!”

“Every pretty— I’m gay you idiot.”

“I know that but they don’t. Especially not after how you—,”

“Shut up, just shut up. We don’t have time for this. Did you bring it?”

“Of course I did. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

“You couldn’t handle the rodeo.”

“Oh ho! Big talk from the guy who doesn’t know how to use the subway.”

“Well excuse me for not growing up in rat pit city!”

“It’s been five years. Any dumbass could have figured it out by now. Well,” he smirks, “almost any dumbass.”

Harley steps up so they’re chest to chest and looks down his nose while Peter tips up his chin in defiance. “When this is over I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Looking forward to it, darling,” Peter says, uncowed, eyes sparking with a challenge.

He’s never backed down from a challenge and he isn’t about to now, but the longer he stands breathing in the scent of hair gel and soaking in Peter’s body heat, the faster he forgets what they were arguing about in the first place. His lips seem pinker than normal—maybe because they’re not chapped for once—and his hair is neatly styled rather than a frizzy curly mess. He sort of hates it. He resists the urge to dig his hand past all of that gel and ruck it up until it looks right again. His suit… well, it’s got nothing on the Spider-Man suit, but he wears it well. He looks good. He looks really good.

“What?” Peter asks.

He snaps his gaze back up to his eyes where he finds the spark has dulled to a curious glimmer.

“What, what?”

“You were looking at me weird. Did I get mustard on my suit too? Tony’ll kill me if I did.”

His mind transports back to Peter sucking his thumb clean and he takes a large step back. “No, it’s nothing. Let’s get back to the mission.”

Their steps echo as Peter falls into step beside him. “Didn’t look like nothing,” he mutters.

He pretends not to hear.

They slip into the private sector of the estate easily enough (perks of having one sticky boy as a partner) and after only one wrong turn (sticky boy’s fault), they manage to sneak into the private office of some rich jerk-off who throws fancy parties for wealthy socialites while he meets with HYDRA operatives and makes plans to create orphans.

“Give me the goober,” he whispers once they’re secure in the room. “You keep a lookout.”

Peter gasps, pretending to swoon. “You’re using my terminology.”

“Shut up and give me the thing.”

He plugs the goober into the USB port while Peter hunches near the door, listening for anyone who might interrupt them. Tony said the goober would take less than a minute to do its thing and then all they have to do is sneak back into the party, make nice with the rich snobs so they don’t arouse suspicion, and then retire to their safe house for the night as they wait to be picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D. in the morning.

Easy as pie.

“Peter,” he says slowly, staring at the laptop screen, “why does this say installing? Shouldn’t it be downloading?”

“Huh? I’m sure it’s f—,”

Peter cuts off as the laptop chimes and opens the loading screen for his and Ned’s unofficial (and illegal) Splatty Spidey desktop game, hijacked from the ever-popular phone app that Peter never shuts up complaining over.

“Peter,” he says again.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“You dunce. Did you grab the wrong goober?!” he hisses. “Please tell me the right one is in your other pocket.”

“Umm.” Peter pats his pockets and his face goes more ashen with every second that ticks by.

He rips the USB out of the port, shoves it into Peter’s chest, and looms over him as he bites out, “If we get out of this alive, remind me to kill you.”

Clutching the goober to his chest, Peter says to his chin, “We’ll see if there’s enough left of me after Fury has his say.”

“No,” he says firmly. “I’m calling dibs. Your ass is mine.”

“What do we do?” Peter whispers, meeting his eyes. “Take the whole laptop? Abort mission? They need this intel now. Oh God. Oh fuck.”

“Hey, cut that out. Breathe. Let’s call Tony.”

Peter groans, tipping his head back. “Anything but that.”

“Okay, yeah we’ll go back in the other room and ask around if anyone has a spare goober for downloading and encrypting HYDRA intelligence from insanely secure—,”

“Okay! Whatever! Call Tony. Just shut up. I don’t need you to make me feel worse.”

He takes out his phone and says, “Kind of defeats the purpose of calling if I don’t talk to him.”

He hits dial while Peter growls and mimes strangling him.

“Hey Tony, we’ve got a problem.”

~*~

He holds his breath, clutching the lapels of Peter’s suit with a white-knuckled grip, keeping his face tucked against his neck like a toddler thinking that they can’t be seen simply because they can’t see.

A watched pot never boils. Surely there’s a similar saying for not looking at security guards with multiple guns holstered on their person.

Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Please don’t look up.

Drawers open and close, papers rustle, boots scuff hardwood until finally, finally, the door closes and footsteps rap down the hall. He lifts his head.

“Shh,” Peter says, barely more than a breath of air against his ear.

They’re nestled in the corner, Peter’s palms stuck to the ceiling, his feet splayed on the wall, and Harley balanced on his lap, back pressed against the ceiling, hanging onto Peter for dear life. Thank goodness this ostentatious prick loves high ceilings. Thank goodness Tony had the forethought to design dress shoes with thin enough soles for Peter to stick through.

Thank goodness he recently went to the bathroom or he would have shit himself when the doorknob started to turn and Peter slammed into him, hauling him up to the ceiling in a blink.

“Okay,” Peter says in undertone. “I think it’s safe.”

“How do we get down?” he whispers.

“Umm, hang on tight?”

“Fuckin’ worst plan,” he grumbles but nevertheless koala hugs his arms and legs tight around Peter. “I hate your guts.”

“Love you too, snookums.”

That’s all the warning he gets before Peter swings free from their corner, wrapping an arm around his back as soon as his hand is free, and drops. It’s a short plummet, all things considered, but it takes several months off his lifespan. They land with a thump and then freeze, Peter frowning in concentration as he listens and Harley stays very very still, not wanting to mess up his concentration and end up surprised again.

“Okay,” Peter says.

Harley releases a full breath for the first time in minutes and gets his feet on the floor. “What the shit, Parker. You were supposed to be lookout!”

“I got absorbed, jeez, sorry! You try reprogramming a USB drive with borrowed equipment, a killer time crunch, and a distracting cowboy breathing down your neck.” He puts his hands on either side of his head, expression tight with anxiety. “Ned is going to be so upset I had to erase the game. We spent hours on it. That was his baby.”

“Serves you right for grabbing the wrong thing for our super important S.H.I.E.L.D. mission.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

He sighs. “Did you get everything? Can we go?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You think—,”

“I did, okay? The program had just finished running when I heard that mook coming down the hall.”

Harley pauses. “Hold on. You heard him coming before he got to the door? Thanks for the heads up. Unbelievable.”

“You’d have gotten all panicky! And I was sort of hoping he wouldn’t come in.”

“Un-be-lievable,” he repeats. “Let’s go. I want out of here.”

“We’ve still got to do more socializing. Hill said for at least an hour but two would better.”

He groans. He fucking hates it here.

“Come on. Stick close.”

They creep into the hallway, easing the door closed behind them, and then set off at a quick but silent clip down the long empty hall.

They’re nearly back to the public sector when Peter suddenly goes stiff, then grabs him by the sleeve and tugs him through a random door. He crashes into his back in the unlit room and kicks over a bucket as the door shuts behind him.

Too loud, too loud, too loud!

Peter curses and whispers, “They’re coming. Follow my lead and remember you’re in love with me.”

“I’m— Wha—,”

Peter grabs his tie and yanks. Their lips crush together but he’s not ready and their teeth clack painfully before he gets with the program and puckers up.

They’re going to be interrupted any second by people who could very well kill them for being where they’re not supposed to be. They were so close to getting away, to getting back to the party and—

Peter grabs him, hands on either side of his face, and glares into his eyes as he demands, “Focus on me.”

Well, okay.

In the low light of the closet, he can’t see details but he’s been watching him all night. The first thing he does is rake his fingers through that stupid perfect hair. He allows himself a moment to glory in being the one to mess it up, then shoves Peter back against a shelving unit, capturing those pink lips with his own. Peter gasps and all of his blood rushes south at the sound. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and runs his tongue over it while Peter’s hands fumble at his sides tugging his dress shirt free from his slacks with a single yank.

He pulls back, winded. “What’re you—,”

Peter surges forward, sealing their lips together as his hands dive under the fabric, hot and firm on his bare skin.

He can’t breathe. He can’t think. All he knows is Peter Peter Peter. Peter between his palms, under his lips, breathed deep into his lungs and around his heart where he belong—

The door rips open and they spring apart, blinking dumbly into the light that spills in around the two security guards.

Oh. Right.

“Oh umm we were— We were—,”

Goon #1 snorts, interrupting Peter’s wide-eyed stuttering. “I think it’s obvious what you were doing. Get outta here. This area’s off-limits.”

“Which you should know,” Goon #2 says, “considering you had to cross the roped off corridor to get here.”

“We… We were—,”

“We don’t need to hear about how horny you are for each other,” Goon #2 says tiredly. “We’ve heard it all. Just go.”

Harley grabs Peter’s sleeve and hauls him out of the closet, nodding at the guards as they pass. He doesn’t let go and doesn’t slow as he pulls him down the hall towards the party.

“I’m straight,” Peter says over his shoulder just before they round the corner that will take them to safety.

He chokes on a laugh. It’s so not funny—it shouldn’t be—but after getting caught doing what they were doing and to hear raging bisexual Peter Benjamin Parker claim to be anything other than what he is after years of listening to him gush over Keira Knightly and Harrison Ford in equal measure— Well, it’s kinda funny.

Shaking with silent laughter, they round the corner and he releases Peter only to punch his shoulder.

“You asshole.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” he whispers. “C’mon, keep moving. I think we can safely leave. Neither of us is in any state to go back to the party.”

He’s got a point. Swollen lips, beard burn from his stubble on Peter’s chin, hair sticking up all over, suit wrinkled—he looks incredible and no one else deserves to see him like this. His stomach swoops at the thought that he did all of that. And Peter let him. He insisted.

“You’re looking at me weird again,” Peter mutters without looking as he ducks under the out of bounds rope.

“Can’t help it that you’re weird to look at.”

~*~

Peter yanks off his tie and collapses face-first onto the bed. He says something but it’s so muffled he can’t make it out.

“What?” he asks, pulling off his own tie and tossing it in the general vicinity of his overnight bag. He starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Peter rolls onto his back and repeats, “I can’t believe we pulled that off.”

“It would have been a lot easier with the right equipment.”

Peter groans and frowns up at him balefully. “I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I.”

“Never.” He shrugs out of his button-up and it and his gross fear-soaked undershirt meet the same fate as his tie. “Where’s my t-shirt from earlier.”

“Is it the one in the bathroom?”

“Maybe.” He ducks into the bathroom and holds up the gray t-shirt. ‘Midtown Tech’ is printed on it in red letters. Definitely not his. He pulls it on anyway. It’s a bit snug but he wants out of his monkey suit.

“At least I didn’t almost get us caught by being a bad kisser,” Peter calls out.

Excuse?

He steps back into the main room to Peter perched on the edge of the bed reaching behind him and pulling his shirt off over his head. His mouth goes dry at all of that skin and unbidden, he thinks of how it felt to be pressed against him.

“I’m not a bad kisser.”

Peter shoots him an incredulous look. “You practically bit me and then stood there like a statue.”

“You surprised me! How was I supposed to know you were going to throw yourself at me like that?”

“Throw myself at you? I was saving our lives! I didn’t see you coming up with any brilliant ideas.”

“Which we only had to do because you—,”

Peter throws his head back and groans as he stands and violently chucks his shirt into the corner. “Shut up about the goober already!”

“Make me.”

He almost regrets the challenge but then Peter cocks his head at him and something in his gaze sparks. He feels dangerous in that moment, skin singing with the thrill of it.

“Make you?” Peter asks, eyes darkening as he seems to notice his shirt for the first time.

“Bet you can’t,” Harley says.

“Bet.”

He holds his gaze, feet rooted to the floor, pulse racing, and chest tight. What the hell is he thinking?

“You’re looking at me weird again.”

“You’re still weird looking.”

“Was I a good kisser?” Peter asks, not looking away.

“Uh, I mean… You were fine.” Even he can hear the lie. He expects Peter to laugh or resume mocking him. He doesn’t.

“Harley, come here,” he says.

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m closer to the bed and if I go to you we’ll just make out against the wall again.”

Oh. Oh shit.

He swallows thickly and uproots his feet. “You were lying about me being a bad kisser.”

“I was,” Peter says, dark eyes heavy on him. He puts his hand on his hip and for what feels like the millionth time tonight they’re breathing each other’s air, standing in each other’s body heat. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that all you have to say? Does this mean I win?”

God, he doesn’t care about some dumb bet. He just wants to kiss him again.

“Yeah, Pete. You win. Are you going to kiss me or what?”

“You want me to?”

“I think that’s obvious.”

“Okay, but why?”

“Why?” he parrots. “Why do you think?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Is this a kink? Some kind of power play—,”

“Harley, please,” Peter says, as serious as he’s ever seen him, an anxious line between his eyebrows. “I’m just trying to make sure I’m not about to get my heart broken here.”

“You…” He stares as his brain misfires and his synapses short circuit. “You… me?”

Peter laughs nervously. “You’re killing me. Just… What is— For you, how— How do you—,”

He moves in, cupping Peter’s face in both hands and smooths his thumbs over his cheekbones. Peter sucks in a sharp breath and his hands curl loosely around his wrists.

“Pete, sweetheart, I’ve been gone on you for years.”

“Oh,” Peter says quietly.

“When did you figure it out?” he asks.

“Figure what out?”

“Don’t play dumb. It’s not cute.”

A tiny smile twitches Peter’s lips but it vanishes as he licks his lips and says, “It was… It was in the closet. I told you to act like you were in love with me and you looked at me like you already were.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” He smiles again, small and almost shy. “So are you going to kiss me or what?”

He does.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

AIGHT Y’ALL I wasn’t tagged but I’m doing this anyways because f u c k  i t

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I could’ve predicted happening in our lord’s year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But I’ve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I can’t really complain.

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:  

Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans

Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, he’s trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!

Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!

Favorite ship:  

Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes it’s Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the world’s most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? That’s TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because they’re cute as shit and it’s just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!

Underrated character:

SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasn’t always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, y’all! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit he’s become, and I for one think that’s very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):  

Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just don’t watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and it’s just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where there’s not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I don’t like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moon’s influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole “mean girl” shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY it’s underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). I’m really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, I’m begging!!!

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, I’m sorry

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

There’s something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Cole’s boba!!!) I’m also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I don’t really care if they bring anyone else back??? I’m invested in the characters we already have in the show, I don’t need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...I’m good??? That’s all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, “unhinged” karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eli’s lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRI’S NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

I hope not! He’s kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I don’t think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also I’d probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree

What’s your training montage song?

"Shut Up and Drive” by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I don’t know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

*Briefly panics because I don’t actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*

Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY

You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like “Wtf are you doing here? Aren’t you like 30?” ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time he’s about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like “???? He didn’t get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???” ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks he’s selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesn’t work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Daniel’s dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like “Watch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guy’s marriage.” She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and she’s like “Is that the guy from Mac’s goddamn dojo?!?!” ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like “Oh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!” ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and he’s like “IS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIAL’S WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like “Oh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???” Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.

For tagging, uuuuhhhhhh @jackonthelongwalk @soe-leo @max-eagle-fang @cc-tinslebee @backawayfromthegay @asphodel-storm do the thing, if y’all haven’t yet!

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A/N: This came in later than I expected,it’s really long but I hope you enjoy it.

This is for the anon who requested nct or tbz spending Halloween with you. So I did nct 127 ;’) sorry for waiting 

**also thanks to @365nct, i used one of their incorrect quotes for the jaehyun one haha hope they don’t mind

  NCT 127 – Spending Halloween with you

 Taeil

-He was not really used to celebrating Halloween if it wasn’t for the SM Halloween party

-So this year you got him unprepared

-but he doesn’t mind celebrating as long as it is with you

-he came with the idea to have a couple costume and that was ,,,,

-yup you guessed it

-Beauty and the Beast

-but this time he was the beast and you ofc,the beauty

-because he can’t repeat the incident from 2017 where he was dragged to dress up as Belle and winwin was the beast- anyways

-he glares at you every time you bring it up lol

-this time he pulled the uno reverse card tho

-because he definitely treats you like a prince/princess all the time,he went shopping for costumes with you

-he bought everything you wished for,even the crazy unnecessary decorations like a stupid flying skeleton or a witch dressed as a hooker

-like what even is that?? He wondered but laughed when you gave him puppy eyes

-“it’s funny tho,it would look good at the entrance “

-he snorted

-obvs taeil couldn’t resist those eyes and the pouty lips that he kissed in the end

-spends the whole night eating the candies you’ve got

-he likes to take a loooot of selfies so be ready to be bombarded with funny filters

-after you both get tired of all the dress up thingy,you too decided to watch a horror movie

-classic but he knows what he’s doing

-whenever you cling onto his arm or squeeze his hand he smirks and hums into your ear

-you know he’s teasing and he chose that movie on purpose so you occasionally punch his arm when he tickles you with teasing small pecks on your cheeks and neck

-but you secretly enjoy it don’t lie

 Johnny

 -Oh johnny boy 

-I think for sure Halloween is his fave celebration because he always plans to visit Chicago in that period

-for this and for Christmas of course 

-he likes to celebrate it in the US cause the traditions are kept alive there 

-so he’s excited to take you trick or treating 

-You chose Corpse bride for costumes

-you were so excited to do his make up as Victor and he was excited to see you dressed for a wedding lmao

-While doing his make up before leaving for treating,he kept looking at you being so concentrated 

-“you look so beautiful like this babe”

-“johnny I look dead“

-literally

-he laughed and kissed you when he got the opportunity 

-and ofc he couldn’t contain himself from making cheeky remarks  either

-and you get mad at him for talking and smudging his make up by accident

-“you distracted me !!”

-but you like his annoying ass and would never be actually mad at him

 -plus he looked good even with smudged make up

-you think maybe it’s too smudged but he lifts you up and kisses you harder that before

-…and now you’re both smudged  but you don’t really mind as you kiss him one more time

-after all,you leave for trick or treating but realize you’re a bit old for this 

-he will not go home without corn candies tho so you’ll have to force him to do so -but because he looks around and sees mostly children,

-he suggests going to a party in the neighborhood 

-it was a party thrown by his friends ofc 

-and you were more than happy to show everyone the power couple you make together

 -he drives there,one hand on the steering wheel,one hand on your leg

 -occasionally caresses your skin and you blush a little 

-he knows your weaknesses tho

 -anywayssss

-you arrive at the party,everyone is in awe,,,he can’t really stop bragging about you

 -and you have a great time meeting his American friends for the first time

-seeing you tired after a while of being there,he comes closer to you and hugs you from behind

 -whispers in your ear how gorgeous you looked and how everyone loved you 

-and how he’s gonna take you home and spend more time as real ‘groom and bride’;;))

 Taeyong

 -this cute baby couldn’t be more excited to celebrate Halloween with you

-and not to baby him even more but his idea for the costumes was to dress up as among us characters

-yes,,among us characters

-specifically black and pink

-can you guess who’s who?

-he went full shopping mode with you and dragged you through  the stores only to find the perfect match

-and you did ofc

-you came with the idea to throw a party and invite the rest of your friends

-he checked the list of things you needed to buy for Halloween

-and you teased him saying he stressed too much and we should have fun instead of worrying

-“but baby you know if we throw a party,we need to have enough drinks and food”

-puppy eyes: checked

-speaking in tiny: checked

-how could you say no lmao

-and after you bought everything necessary (and unnecessary),,

-you came home to decorate and to put your costumes on

-tried to kiss but you forgot you had the helmets on lmfao

-you both giggled like two kids

-he looked so cute when he put his science goggles on his head

-and you made sure to capture every single angle of his cuteness

-too many pics ,,

-too many

-you had a lot of fun especially that you organized a costume contest

-and you didn’t win because you were the hosts pfff..

-it’s not like everyone voted you for having the coolest couple costume

-kinda sus if you ask me

-n ee ways

-the party was a success and everyone had fun

-you ended up eating so many sweets  

-even tho tyong told you to slow down

-he took care of you and bathed you in kisses and cuddles after everyone left

-“you eat too many sweets every Halloween,,do you even learn?” says as he caresses your cheeks and gives you a long forehead kiss

-“but I can’t help myself,,too good and sweet”

-‘”you’re too good and sweet”

 Yuta

 -It was the morning of 31st October

-the only thing in your mind was the Halloween party at sm you and yuta were going to attend

-and ofc you didn’t want a lame costume,you wanted something cute

-but powerful

-and not to be a cliché but you asked yuta if he wanted to be dressed as anime characters

-man did he give you a look

-he chuckled lightly at your request but couldn’t say no

-“baby the fact that you’re Japanese makes it 1000x better”

-you cup his cheeks in between your hands and he laughs holding you on his lap

-after all he agrees and you go shopping for costumes

-as you thought,you didn’t want to be the basic anime characters so you chose a cute and powerful couple

-Kagome and inuyasha

-When you saw yuta wearing that long white hair-wig,your heart did a flip

-he smiled so large when he saw you wearing that pretty school uniform

-you made him take you in his arms immediately only to start smooching your face

-“baby my make up”

-you were pouting,but he was smirking coming closer to your ear

-“ I will make up for this later,promise”

- he said that biting your ear lobe softly

-oh boy you wanted to forget about the party only for yuta to “make up” for you but

-you could’ve handled that later that night

-you had a great time partying with the members and other idols at sm

-yuta held onto you the whole night feeling so proud to have such a gorgeous s/o only for himself

-but what you had planned after the party was much more exciting ;;)

 Doyoung

-This little sh

-that you loved to the moon and back 

-was a bit skeptic about partying for Halloween 

-for your sake tho,he prepared a horror movie marathon for both of you

 -he also suggested cooking something thematic 

-you actually caught him few days ago watching an instagram video of ‘how to make eyeball lollipops”

-You were like ???

-“I want to make these for Halloween because you don’t need to bake anything you know”

-“so we won’t burn the kitchen down? Ok!”

-you agreed faster than he thought

 -and that made him doubt his cooking skills for a bit but anyways 

-you too didn’t really have anything planned for a costume but you decided to surprise him

-with a bunny costume

-not an onesie,no

 -bunny ears and a bunny tail 

 -while he was concentrated on cooking,

-you showed up wearing a cute lingerie and that bunny costume on you 

-“ hey bunny,wanna snuggle?”

-you leaned on the door frame while trying not laugh

-in that moment he was tasting the jam

-but when he turned around and saw you LIKE THAT 

-he snorted and dropped the spoon full of raspberries 

-he was absolutely sure you wanted to give him a heart

-attack somehow

 -but he came to his senses and approached you with a smirk on his face

 -you couldn’t even think for a bit because in the next second he lifted you up to kiss you 

-“you made me drop the food and make a mess,,do you think I’ll let you go with that?”

-you blushed harder than you thought and suggested to help him clean up the mess 

-but he cut you off mid-sentence with a deepened kiss only to tell you with a low tone

-“those raspberries can wait,the bunny wants snuggles doesn’t it?”

-you tried so hard to keep your cool but who can blame you?? 

Jaehyun

 -Another Halloween enthusiast

-he couldn’t wait to dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams

-you even helped him with the make-up,drawing a mustache on his face

-“haha very funny’’,

-he responds sarcastically every time you look at him and try not to laugh

-but damn the costume was pure gold

-you both looked amazing and he even managed to kiss your hand,up to your arm and neck

-just like Gomez kissed his wife every time he had the opportunity

-you both went trick or treating,along with johnny,mark and other members

-then came back to the dorms and ate so many candies

-jaehyun couldn’t help but stare at you every time he had the chance

-and you knew this costume was a perfect match because you could show him how sexy and elegant you were

-taeyong prepared some food for you all and you had few drinks

-told a lot of horror stories and felt like kids again but jaehyun was waiting to go home only to spend more time with you

-“ the food is too hot,I can’t eat it ::( ’’

-you complained while the others turned their heads to look at you especially taeyong who was about to apologize for the food being too hot

-jaehyun: ‘’you’re hot but I’d still eat-“

--he was cut off mid-sentence by taeyong who slammed his hand down on the table

-“ONE MEAL

-“ONE NORMAL FUCKING MEAL JAEHYUN”

-you all started laughing and looked at jaehyun only to see him grinning like a little bitch he is

-you knew how cheeky he can be so you got up and came closer to him to wrap your arms around his neck

-closer to his ear so you can whisper nonsense, that apparently got him happier that you intended

-he was one lucky guy for sure

-and the Halloween was once again one of his favorite holidays

 Jungwoo

 -Jungwoo wanted something cute this year

-he was very excited to show you what costumes he prepared for you both

- he kept saying it was a surprise and told you not to prepare anything cause he will handle it

- so while you were preparing the candies for the kids, he snuck up on you and covered your eyes

- you could’ve sworn you felt something fluffy covering your face

- you touched his arms and tried to feel it

- and realized he was wearing paws

- ???

- “babe what are you-“

- he cut you off and turned you around to face him

- he was wearing a big Snoopy costume,with a red bowtie as well

- you felt yourself dying of cuteness

- because now you had THE actual snoopy as your boyfriend

- a bit weird but CUTE ok cute

- “do you like it?? the red bowtie is part of the costume so we could match”

- you looked at him all smiles

- his eyes were sparkling just like a puppy’s :,(

- He grabbed your hand and took you to your bedroom to show your costume

- it was the same snoopy costume but you had a red ribbon on top of your head

- you were excited to try it on

- and when you showed him the costume, he gently approached you to kiss your forehead

- “aren’t we the cutest?”

- after that, he helped you give sweets to trick-or-treaters and so many kids were in awe when they saw you two

- you took pictures to send to his family

- and in the end, you two ended up falling asleep

- cuddling on the couch surrounded by the candies left because you weren’t very active this year

- but still had a great time

  Mark

 -This year mark wanted it different

-he didn’t only wanted to crave pumpkins or go trick or treating

-he needed a break from every exhausting activity because being and idol

-and well,,

-being mOrk

-he was tired and needed an escape from that solicitant lifestyle

-he surprised you one day with a small trip to an orchard outside of Seoul

-you were so excited because you knew the weather was going to be in your favor

-plus you knew mark was a nonconformist and he wanted to make the time spent w you very special

-like every time

-such a cutie oml pls-

-you two took the train till there,admiring the view from the empty cabin you were in

-he was holding you close and your hand all the time

- occasionally he kissed the top of it

-but you always turned to give him a quick peck on his sweet lips

-you liked to see him all giggly and shy,rubbing his hand behind his head

-when you arrived there,you were accompanied by a guide

-showing you around the orchard

-you were so excited while looking around,looking at the different colors of the apples

-mark grabbed two baskets and offered to help you pick few red and beautiful apples

-you were picking them and from time to time you felt mark’s gaze on your body and smiled

-while he was distracted, you snuck up behind him only to see him startle

-you giggled when he picked you up,spinning you around

-only to leave a sweet kiss on your nose and lips

-after the apple picking,you went to a café that was only few miles away from the orchard

-ate apples on the way because you were a bit tired and very hungry lol

-at this cute café,you two spent some time chatting and just staring at each other

-because you were both cute little hopeless romantics <333

 Haechan

 -Haechan was actually going to lazy around that day but nope

-you dragged him out of the bed

-telling him you want to crave pumpkins because otherwise

-you will bite his ass

-he gave you the most shocked look

-then managed to laugh

-“I wouldn’t mind,just bite the corner,,just a small bite”

-you rolled your eyes and puffed air from your nose pretending to get mad

-you walked out of the room and grabbed your coat and the car keys

-“yeah right then I’m going to buy the pumpkins myself”

-he came after you giggling and insisting it was a joke

-but you knew and were obvs trying not to smile

-he was a sucker for your pouty face so he loved pissing you off

-little cute shit

-you finally arrived at the local market and bought two big pumpkins

-so orange and tasty

-haechan took a tiny pumpkin and said he’s going to make it your child

-“haechan I’m not gonna shove a knife into our kid,don’t name it!”

-he knew if he names an object and something bad happens to it

-you get attached to it and get sad

-so in the end he didn’t name it but still got it home

-at home,you tried to look on pinterest for craving ideas

-and haechan laughed cause that was silly

-“cmon babe are you seriously looking that on the internet? Just do- *stabs the pumpkin in the middle and cuts out the lid* -this”

-he looks at you with a smile on his face and you just stand there

-bamboozled

-like “I’m really dating a gemini huh”

-you try to cut your pumpkin but the skin was too hard

-and managed to drop the knife out of your hands with a loud bump on the floor

-haechan literally jumped thinking you cut yourself but you were just standing there,,

-bbq sauce on your tidd-

-jk jk

-you were standing there looking at the guts spilled all over the floor

-you sighed but haechan gave you a hug

-“you clumsy baby,gotta be careful. Let me do it for you,,you just scoop what’s left from the inside”

-and you did as he said a bit disappointed that he took the hard work

-even tho you wanted to show him you don’t need help

-but he knew you were an independent person anyway

-that’s what he loved about you actually

-after you were done with cravings,it was the tiny pumpkin’s turn to be cut

-you and haechan just turned to look at each other and he saw you giving him a trembling bottom lip

-“we can’t cut it baaabeee…” you whined

-“okay then just ..let’s draw a cool face on it,no harm”

-you agreed because obvs you couldn’t cut the child you had with him pff

-you took the marker and drew a caricature of your bf on it

-before showing it to him,you covered his eyes and suggested him to sit on the couch for few moments

-he was wondering what you were doing

-after a while you led him,eyes still closed,to the fireplace where you placed the pumpkins

-he opened his eyes and saw the tiny pumpkin standing between the bigger ones

-“see,these two are us and the tiny one is the kid”

-he gave you a look,his eyebrows rised but then laughed

-he hugged you and gave you a small kiss

-he then looked at the bigger pumpkins and stated nodding

-“damn we’re kinda ugly ngl”

taglist: @peachyhan​  --(who wants to be in the tag list,lmk!!)

[summonerscenarios]

Could I get an "All Talk, No Game," kind of MC? Where they are like the smoothest flirter, but as soon as the other person flirts back just a little, they're a stammering red mess? With Gunzo, Shennong, Toji, and any other characters of your choice?

Ah, yes, All bark and no bite I can get behind this lmao. Also I know literally nothing about Shennong or anyone in chapter 10 for that matter, BUT I tried my best! :D

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Gunzo

You honestly torture him all the time with your teasing. You’re a relentless flirt and like to lay it on thick especially whenever he’s around; it really doesn’t help poor Gunzo that he’s so easy to tease, you never fail to get a rise out of him because he almost never sees it coming. You’re so smooth with your flirting that on more than one occasion he’s had to do a double take processing what you’ve said, and the gradual flush that rises to his face as he mulls it over in his head makes alllll of the flirting worth it.

He thinks about making comebacks to your flirty remarks all of the time - key word, ‘thinks’ - because they always come to him long after the conversation’s over, by which point he gets too nervous to follow through on using them on you until the next time you see each other, at which point you throw another flirty comment his way and then he’s back to square one . You can see Gunzo’s dilemma here - the boy’s struggling.

With that being said, however, one time he actually fired a flirt back, and the reaction was legendary. You’d once again been relentlessly trying to make him flustered, enjoying the way that he blushed, when he spun around to face you and just kind of blurts it out all at once. He doesn’t really think much about it, just yelled out the first thing that came to his mind and it just happened to sound ridiculously smooth despite the fact he all but shouted it.

It takes a moment for you to register what he said, distracted by how loud his statement was, and the two of you share a moment of pure silence as you stare each other down. But, once you do process it, he’s shocked to see your face go bright red and that teasing facade crumbles just like that. You stammer over your words, trying to find a witty comeback but the words just won’t come out, getting stuck in your throat and making yourself all the more flustered - honestly Gunzo can’t help but think that the way you react is so cute...

Then he realizes what he just thought and now you’re both blushing, not even able to look one another in the eye and you bury your face into your hands in a futile attempt to hide your red cheeks as you whine in embarrassment. Gunzo’s absolutely baffled by your reaction, being the last thing he expected and he calls you out on it.

“H-Hey! Why are YOU the one blushing?!”

“Because YOU weren’t supposed to flirt back!”

By this point the two of you are pointing accusingly at each other, both bright red and riled up waiting for the other to move first. Fortunately, Legion beats you both to the punch with a swift wack to the back of the head, changing the topic swiftly from flirting to complaining at the force of the hit, eventually ending with the two of you laughing it off altogether. But the moment the two of you part ways, Gunzo ends up thinking about what just happened for ages. You were usually so smooth like nothing would phase you, but now? Seeing you blush and fumble with your words because of something that just happened to sound flirty? Not to mention how cute that was to see...he’s gonna be hung up over it for a while.

Shennong

Out of the three, Shennong can actually keep up with your attitude, and handles it the best in terms of actually dealing with you. He’s heard others talking about some of your flirty remarks and has had firsthand experiences with it himself, and it really doesn’t take him long to get used to all the smooth talking.

Every time you peek your head into the office and notice that he’s in, he knows what’s coming, and he’ll look over to you, sometime swiveling in his chair to face you, arms crossed in a ‘this ought to be good’ gesture as he waits for you to hit him with the inevitable flirty comment. He’s even got a little tally of some of your cheesiest lines scribbled in the corner of his workbook - and will teasingly chide you when you try using the same pickup lines, often leading to you regularly switching up tactics in an effort to find what’s going to get a reaction out of him. Shennong’s a tough nut to crack, so you’ve certainly got your work cut out for you.

Yet some of the things you say do catch him off guard though, and you can tell by the shift in his expression and the raised brow that he gives you as soon as the words leave your mouth. Typically this is brushed aside with a comment of ‘ah, that’s a new one’, but it gives you an idea of what will make him perk up when you can keep an eye out for these little notions.

Be warned though, that Shennong gives as good as he gets. He’s been around long enough to have picked up on a couple of flirting tricks and won’t hold off on using them if you try and lay it on too thick. And it was the first time that he flirted back at you that he saw you were all bark and no bite. It had gone the same as usual, with you poking your head into the office after school hours, spotting him at his desk, and he could practically sense the grin on your face as you sidled up to the desk, leaning down to his height and resting your head on the hand propped up on the table. 

He sees the flirty remark coming, waits for you to get it out of your system, then, with only a quick glance in your direction, throws a flirty remark right back at you. Shennong hears you choke out a “WAIT, WHAT-” before your arm slips out from under you and you go down like a sack of bricks. Now there’s a whole other problem, and Shennong has to pull you back up onto your feet to check for any damage while the whole time you’re stammering and blushing so hard he’s genuinely a little worried that his little flirt broke you.

A few minutes and an ice pack later you calm down, but you’re too flustered to utter another peep of a flirt for the rest of the visit, cheeks still flushed and incredibly thankful that Shennong doesn’t push the issue (even though he totally could, your response was priceless). From that point on Shennong knows your weakness - you’re all talk, and while he’ll still humor you and let you get the occasional jab in, if you’re pushing the flirting too far all he has to do is fire a flirt back at you and watch as your carefully constructed cockiness gets replaced by blushing and grumbling.

Toji

You’ve been berated by Toji for flirting at inappropriate times on multiple occasions, to the point where it’s pretty much become a game to you. When you’re flirting with someone else, especially if it’s during a bad time or even at the enemy, you’ll get a tug back and an earful warning you that there’s a time and place for your remarks, but a battle and serious encounters are not on that list.

Toji’s way of dealing with the flirty remarks you direct to him, however, is pretty much boiled down to ‘if I don’t react, they’ll give up and go away’, and he’ll attempt to use this tactic on you so that you don’t see how embarrassed your flirting actually makes him.

TOO BAD FOR TOJI, YOU’RE BOTH PERSISTENT AND STUBBORN. The more he ignores or brushes off your attempts the more entertaining it is to try and get a rise out of him. Sometimes you’ll get a scandalized look out of him (most of the times when you guys are in public) and you’ll end up in one hell of a lecture about ‘the right time for your boldness’. If anything though, these berations just make it more fun to continue, so long as it’s all in good fun (even you’ve learned when best to hold off just in case you risk going too far).

You try to push to see what will make him crack. And Toji reacts in the usual way, shaking his head and shifting to turn away from you with a frustrated grumble about your antics. Only, Toji probably should have thought about how he worded said grumbling, because they come out far more flirty than he could have predicted and you’re floored.

Immediately Toji realizes the connotations behind his words and he snaps his focus back to you, retorting that it was not what it sounded like, it just came out different than he intended! But the damage is done, and for once you’re the one who looks taken aback, hand flying up to your mouth with a startled squeak. Flirting from Toji??? You honestly would have laughed at how bizarre it sounds coming from him, but even though he didn’t mean to, that sounded smooth as hell and you are weak. Just replaying his words back in your head makes them sink in more, with getting progressively more flustered until your face is burning and you look ready to bolt in the opposite direction.

Toji, at your reaction, is aghast. You’re the one who’s constantly flirting, always pinning him with underhanded comments as a means to get a rise out of him, and you are the one who’s reduced to flushed cheeks and stammered words at the hands of accidental flirting??? Seriously???? He voices these thoughts directly to you, only making you even more embarrassed over the whole situation as a result.

[discotreque]

Disco 3.09: Terra Firma (Part 1)

That scene of [spoiler] flat on the ground getting just systematically pummeled by [spoiler]—punch after punch after punch after punch—was a perfect metaphor for what the themes this season have been doing to me emotionally. It’s been a pleasant, if occasionally heart-wrenching, surprise to feel something about this show besides “whoa, cool CGI!” or bone-chilling dread—but hopefully Season 4 won’t feel quite so much like it’s being aired directly at me.

So I went zero for two on last week’s predictions in the first goddamn scene, lmao. Turns out the post-TNG combadge on Vor’s early-TNG uniform was just a VFX mixup in the trailer, since he’s seen with the correct oval-backed delta in the actual episode—so that’s neither a meaningful plot element nor a cute inside joke about historical accuracy over the centuries, shame. Still got to see Gersha Phillips’s take on a spandex front-zip, though—that piping! *chef’s kiss*

I also thought Georgiou’s condition was “obviously” something engineered by David Cronenberg’s character (subtitles say his name is Kovich). Apparently he didn’t cause what’s happening to her; he’s just here to explain it. Now if only he’d explain what the fuck is up with his tie...

Speaking of the unfortunate Lt. Cmdr. Yor—he was from the fucking Kelvin timeline??? I wasn’t sure they’d ever acknowledge that in prime canon—and I don’t think the mainline Trek universe has ever been called “the prime universe” diagetically until now, either. (“Why not The Mongooses? That’s a good team name! The Fighting Mongooses.”) I especially love what a small connection it is: one guy crossed over from there, a long time ago, in what was apparently a one-off incident. (He also arrived a year before Lower Decks S1 is set—will we see an animated Vor on the Cerritos next year?)

Tilly: *aggressively eats lunch with you*

You can see how the hope and idealism of Discovery’s crew has softened Admiral Vance—his conversation with Captain Saru was so mentorly and almost tender that it gave me the terrible, terrible feeling that his character growth, and especially his soft “See you when you get back,” mean that he’s definitely going to be killed by Ossyra before they actually get back :(

Likewise, Georgiou’s goodbye scene with Saru and Tilly was a transparent attempt to manipulate my emotions, and guess what? I was successfully manipulated 😭😭😭

As a “computer person” myself, I found Adira forgetting to un-pause their descrambling program—then thinking, since it wasn’t running, it had broken—almost painfully relatable 😩 Also in that scene, Stamets sticks up for Gray’s presumable intentions in (sorry for this...) ghosting Adira (...it was right there!), and Adira says, correctly, “but he doesn’t get to decide what’s good for me”—and speaking of painfully relatable moments, I loved Stamets’s reaction there.

When you’re an adult of a certain age and you’re talking to someone a fair bit younger, you’re sometimes confronted with the uncomfortable reality that wisdom rarely comes from quantity of experience alone. To grow wise, you have to experience things that teach you important lessons, and you have to be willing to learn from those things. That can happen at 16 or 46, and realizing it’s more about luck than time when you’re closer to 46 than 16 can give you a little existential vertigo. It’s a lovely grace note in Stamets and Adira’s relationship (and Anthony and Blu’s performances!) that Paul doesn’t always have the high ground when it comes to emotional intelligence.

SPEAKING OF PERFORMANCES, just drive a truck full of Emmy statues up to the Martin-Green household and dump it out on the lawn. Every one of Prime Michael’s pangs of hurt and confusion and desperate affection for Phillipa comes through loud and clear—and Mirror Michael is just unhinged. Sonequa Martin-Green is one of the greatest acting talents any Star Trek production has ever had, she’s clearly having the time of her life sinking her teeth into this role, and it’s a genuine fucking privilege to watch her work every week. I can’t decide whether I want Evil Michael Burnham to have a SUPERLATIVELY AWESOME death scene or show up again down the line as a recurring villain—but this is Star Trek, so you never know, we could easily get both.

David Ajada shows up to collect a paycheque, ask Saru if there’s room in the A-plot yet for Book (not this week, sadly), and walk around looking like the goddamn Wikipedia entry for "compulsory heterosexuality" in yet another long black sweater from H&M’s 2019 "Gender? I don’t know her" collection. (Face it: there’s no man more attractive than a fictional one written by a lesbian.)

I guessed last week (privately; no points) that the barren planet we saw them on in the trailers was going to have some kind of Guardian of Forever situation, but I didn’t expect Paul Guilfoyle to be there, and I did not expect Carl—who, sort of like how Book has a Star Wars vibe, feels right out of Doctor Who.

(The only other headline in Carl’s newspaper that I could make out, by the way, besides the big one about the emperor, was about the USS Jenolan having gone missing—the ship that crashed into the Dyson Sphere with Scotty in its transporter buffer, as seen in TNG’s “Relics.” Easter egg? Or plot point???)

Michelle Yeoh has been so great in so many ways on this show, but she outdoes herself in this episode, in every single scene. Just like Michael Burnham, Georgiou was conceived as a one-season character—she wasn’t designed to have room to grow—and Season 2 didn’t really do anything to write her out of that corner. Season 3, though, has done a really compelling job of giving her interesting things to do and interesting ways to change.

And sending her back to the motherfucking Mirror Universe is possibly the most interesting way to show just how much she has changed, holy shit. (I guess Carl didn’t read about the Interdimensional Displacement Restrictions in that newspaper of his.)

There are two legitimate reasons for sending characters to an AU with extremely out-of-character doppelgangers: to highlight something about our regulars through contrast, and/or to let the actors vamp. The MU arc in Season 1 was grim and almost entirely joyless, and didn’t really shine a light on anything in the prime universe—it was just a generic escalation of stakes for our heroes. The Klingon War was the frying pan, and the MU was the fire.

This time we actually learn things about these people: Georgiou, of course, but also that the “real” Captain Killy has a lot more of Prime Tilly’s trademark nervous disposition than Prime Tilly pretending to be Captain Killy. (Too bad Killy’s destined to get blown up by Klingons with the ISS Disco in the Prime Universe.) It was also a ton of fun to see Rhys and Owo as deadly rivals, Rekha Sharma as Evil(...er?) Landry again, and Bryce throwing knives in the mess hall—at, please correct me if I’m wrong, a brunette Hannah Cheeseman as an un-augmented Airiam?????

Also, I don’t know why they got Mirror Stamets of all people (inventor of the evil spore drive—not, as far as we know, also an evil slam poet) for that dramatic recital at the evil ribbon dance, except I know exactly why: he’s played by Anthony Rapp, who’s a goddamn treasure. And Georgiou changed the timeline here—Mirror Stamets was still alive to get phasered by Mirror Lorca in S1—but I hope we come back to the MU in Season 5 and Stamets is somehow, inexplicably, still around—only to get killed in a hilariously blasé way again, because—again—he genuinely sucks at like, the logistics of betraying people.

Finally, those adorable little DOT-7 drones... but make them eeeeeeeevil.

Next week: We must leave behind all of that which destroys us. A mood for 2021 if ever I’ve heard one. (Plus, Mirror Saru grabs a dude—either Mirror Culber or someone else in medical red—and bodyslams said dude into the ceiling, which... is also a mood for 2021, tbh.)

[ticklishpeter]

𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

STRAP IN EVERYONE THIS IS A BUMPY RIDE

ok first of all :: here’s my ranking from least to most ticklish (and yes im including lila fuck off): allison, luther, ben, klaus, lila, vanya, five, diego!!!! like theyre all hella ticklish, don’t get me wrong, but khjdfs this is like based on how many spots they have tbh

a whole fckin novel under the cut tbh jhkgfsd

allison’s worst and perhaps only spot is her armpits???? she’s real giggly and v free and open about it!!!! squeals galore m8

luther’s legs??? like his whole legs?? and his feet. and like his neck but only lowkey;;; basically everything that wasn’t effected by the serum

well  um… ben’s dead. but he’s about as ticklish and squeaky as a dead boy could be!! he tries to keep his laughter silent bc he’s embarrassed about it 🥺 his tummy’s sensitive as heck but they all have to be real careful just in case they end up summoning something on accident hfwkjs, and his feet are also HELLA ticklish ok

so yeah, klaus’ hips being the WORST is a big sorta community-wide headcanon and i’m so super on board, but also his ribs?? especially the backs of them / his shoulder blades?? and his palms tbh?? he’s screamin 

lila’s ribs and inner thighs are like,, hyper sensitive?? but also her butt and tops of her feet? kjsdygh don’t ask me why. she’s also a big squealer and would definitely punch u successfully if u tease her about it ok she’s baby

another baby: vanya 🥺🥺🥺 another rly popular headcanon is that she gigglesqueaks at the slightest touch on her neck/under her chin/around her ears kfjhdgb and i absolutely love it but she also is so squirmy when she gets tickled basically everywhere ,, but only soft tickles bc hard ones overwhelm her lowkey

FIVE’S KNEES OKAY im ON THE BANDWAGON. scribbles or squeezes on or around his knees make him SCREAM BLOODY MURDER and he covers his face almost always bc one time klaus took a picture of his scrunched up red laughing face and he just,,, damn he really wishes he wasn’t in his 13 y/o body bc how ticklish he is just makes him feel like such a baby and he hates it. hiS ribs and armpits are also so so bad. also he’s a kicker for SURE

and diego… wowowow diego. ticklish evERYWHERE ok but he’s also the type to be like squealing and giggling “i’m not! i’m not!!!!” when someone teases him asking if he’s ticklish. he’s a VIOLENT THRASHER and even tho, again he’s ticklish everywhere, get his tummy or his sides??? ur DONE bro he loses his strength but just throws himself around and snorts a TON. he’s also super easily brought to tears and hiccupy cackles (honest to god i could do a whole post about lee!diego i love him so much)

diego's laughter is mostly silent but like you'll hear the occasional squeak or hiccup, which makes him cover his face bc embarrassment and tough boys don't squeak. bouncy shoulders and just trEMBLING w laughter uwu

luther honestly only lets allison tickle him sans revenge kjhdfs any other siblings that try?? theyre gettin grabbed and wrecked ok. but w allison, he just kinda giggles and really gently tries to squirm away uwu

lila’s teases, towards diego especially, are BRUTAL “aww what’s the matter, knife boy? is someone’s tummy a wittle tickwish?” and um,,, while he’s like trying not to break, she gets up real close to his face and gives him this fucking DEADLY teasy grin before wrecking him with pokes. all that combined makes him sNORT n break which lila laughs at and makes him blush even more kwfhjds

fivey uses his teleportation to his advantage,, he’ll sneak up on his siblings, squeeze their sides, and blink away in like seconds so he’s hard to catch,  and he’s so COCKY about it all ,, unless he’s being tickled of course, he gets totally powerless

vanya didnt get like any tickles up until like,,,, maybe just this last season lmao but she would always notice the kids having tickle fights or grace giving them lil cheer up pokes so i have in my mind that sissy was the first to tickle her (sissy prob just touched her neck a little too soft and vanya just melted)

and now the ones who tickle vanya the most are deFINITELY allison and klaus

five turns into a fish outta water when his knees are squeezed lmao (aj reference not intended),,, but i just picture his WHOLE body fucking FLAILING and him just kicking like a kid having a tantrum

diego and five both curse up STORMS and hurl HELLA death threats when theyre tickled like,,, anywhere.  perhaps bc they always insist theyre not ticklish lmao and so they gotta keep that big boy facade goin somehow (but yk it’s hard when ur a giggle puddle)!!!!

i can just hear them both cackling and squeaking before “YOU FUCKING BASTAHAHAHHHJKSDBDR” and klaus being all teasy n shit like “i dont think i caught that, i’m fucking who now??”

which ofc brings me to my headcanon that klaus, along with allison, are the biggest lers of the family tbh (which is wild bc klaus is my fav and usually with my favs i’m like ✨ur a lee✨ but idk man) tHEY’RE BOTH JUST SO TEASY

let’s face it tbh allison’s basically the mom of the group so she’s def the one that’s giving them tickles if she can tell theyre upset but also so frickin mean in a tickle fight ksdgjy

and i know klaus would just be ruthless as a ler,, and he finds tickles fun and almost relaxing in a way (except for his hips; that’s a death wish) which ofc is no fun for his siblings who wanna torture him hwkjsfg

klaus usually wins tickle fights if theyre one on one??? unless it’s against ben,, which sucks bc he’s the only one who could even wreck ben so to lose to a ghost? humiliating kshdjg,  ben can tickle ppl while he’s possessing them by just tickling the body he’s in lmao so yeah he gets klaus a LOT

but as of late, klaus will give ben a few pokes and tickles just to hear his noises bc theyre just,, SO FUNNY to him  which usually results in a slap in the face and hella revenger from benjamin LOL

some of them have little things they just repeat when theyre getting tickled and laughing so hard like,,,  diego just strainingly goes “nonononono,” lila squeals “shitshitshitshit,” five just grunts expletive after expletive: “fuckingshitihateyoufuckfuck,” and vanya honestly kinda sounds like “sksksksks” bc she starts saying stop but she doesn’t want it to stop so she’s stops herself kdufsjh

you'd think that luther would be able to get away from tickles super easily but all of his strength is just LOST like immediately ,,, and when it's not, he doesn't want to hurt anyone so he just takes it and rolls around so tickle fights have been pretty comical lmao

highkey tho tickle fights between diego and lila are actually like really tough matches??? like there's never really a clear winner bc theyre both just so stubborn and ticklish and would never admit defeat

ray tickled allison ALL the time bro like the precious couple they always were meant to be and ray always took so much pride in the fact that he wasn’t ticklish at all lmaoooo

baby talk teases frickin DESTROY fivey tbh they annoy him so much but they just make him all the more giggly

ok those are all my general ones that came to me right just now at 9:47pm on august 9 2020 lmao

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Laundry

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warnings: really soft smut like just sweet smut, no condom whoops, cussing, also! not proofread lmao

A/N: so i have two requests rn but i’m having a hard time writing them bc i don’t feel inspired but ! i’m inspired for this so let’s get it folks

also this is like a modern college!warren au 

Finals week. Commonly referred to as hell week, which is a perfect description for it. College was hard enough without taking long, difficult exams. (Y/n) had been going through a quizlet for her macroeconomics class for the last 2 hours. She could feel her brain start to go numb. If she had to go over monetary policy one more time, she was going to literally punch herself in the face. She shifted in her desk chair, trying not to wake her dorm mate. (Y/n) grabbed her phone, going to check her notifications, but stopped herself when she saw the time. 

“2 am, holy shit.” 

(Y/n) didn’t want to pull an all nighter, knowing it would just make her feel like shit the next day. She figured she deserved sleep (if she was able to get any). After closing her laptop, she slowly creeped over to her bed.

“Damn it.”

Her dirty laundry was in a pile in front of her bed. She was supposed to do it earlier and study at the student laundry mat, but all the machines were taken. (Y/n) thought about her options, deciding that since she had just drank a red bull an hour ago and wouldn’t be able to sleep, she might as well throw her laundry in the wash instead of just laying in bed overthinking. She figured she could go over her biology notes as her clothes washed, giving her a break from economics. 

She quietly threw her laundry in her basket, placing her bio notebook on top. (Y/n) tiptoed out of the room, heading left to the student laundry mat. The dorms were extremely quiet. Everyone was probably either cramming for exams or passed out already. 

(Y/n) reached the laundry room that was at the end of the hall, but hesitated in walking in. She noticed a person sitting on top of one of the machines, but with her eyes still adjusting to the bright florescent lights she couldn’t tell who. 

“Oh, hey (Y/n).”

She squinted to see the figure as she stepped into the room.

“Warren?”

Him and (Y/n) were somewhat close, having shared a class their sophomore year of college. She had always found him cute, especially early sophomore year, but now he had grown into himself more- he was a straight up hottie. She saw him more frequently now because he had taking the position of RA for their dorm hall. They never spoke too much, just exchanged smiles and the occasional small talk. 

Warren hummed, looking back down at his textbook. 

(Y/n) lugged her laundry basket on top of one of the machines, filling it with quarters before turning back to face Warren.

“Why are you in here at 2 am?” 

“Why are you?”

“I asked you first.”

He let out a sigh, “Just couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d get some chores done and some studying in. Was going pretty well too before someone distracted me.”

(Y/n) laughed, “Distracting? I’m not that loud, but fine I’ll be quiet.”

“It’s not you talking, it’s your clothes.”

“Huh?”

(Y/n) looked down. All she was wearing was a big t-shirt over a pair of underwear, her feet clad in fuzzy socks.

“That’s against dress code, you know.”

(Y/n) could hear the smirk in his voice. She turned back around, loading her laundry into the washing machine. “Oh shut up, Mr. RA. And if you’re distracted, close your eyes.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and even though Warren couldn’t see her, it’s like he could feel her annoyance. 

“Oh, fuck me,” (Y/n) mumbled to herself.

“Gladly.”

She slammed her hand down on the washer, “Shut it! Why are you so horny right now? I’ve never seen you act like this.”

“Must be all the sleep deprivation. Really gets the hormones pumping. But no, really, what’s wrong?”

He hopped off his machine, checking the time and seeing it only had another 5 minutes before it needed to dry. He walked towards (Y/n), trying to keep his eyes from scanning her bare legs and looking creepy.

“I didn’t bring my detergent. Fuck me.”

“You can use mine!”

Warren happily ran to his basket, grabbing two big bottles, excited to be able to help her. 

“Here.”

“Fabric softener?” (Y/n) tried to hold in a laugh.

“What? It makes my clothes feel nice!”

“You’re such a softie!”

“Shut it!”

“Nope! If you get to make sex jokes, I get to bully you for being a softie.”

Warren groaned, hopping up on the machine next to (Y/n), leaving his textbook abandoned on the other side of the room. 

“It’s cute, seriously. Wanting soft clothes and all.”

He rolled his eyes, but wasn’t able to keep a smile from forming on his face after she indirectly called him cute.

“But, no, thank you. For the detergent and softener.” 

Warren hummed in response, watching (Y/n) add detergent and softener. Somehow she seemed to beautiful even under the bright laundry room lights at two in the morning. 

(Y/n) started the machine and shut the top of the washer, hopping up on it. She scooted closer to Warren, her legs dangling off the washer. 

“So...”

“So?”

He turned towards her, waiting for her to continue. 

“So-”

(Y/n) was interrupted by the buzzing of Warren’s machine. He hopped off, going to toss them into a dryer. (Y/n) followed him across the room. Warren opened the washer top and started loading the clothes into a dryer. (Y/n) grabbed some clothes, wanting to help. 

“Nice boxers.”

Warren spun away from the dryer, turning to face her.

“What? Put those down!”

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles huh?”

Warren snatched them from her hand, “Don’t touch my underwear! That’s- that’s weird.”

“Says the boy who has made at least three sex jokes since I got in here.”

Warren rolled his eyes, focused on digging quarters out of his laundry basket for the dryer. 

“I liked them though. Pretty cute.”

He let out a scoff, “Sure, cartoon underwear is so cute.”

“Yeah, would look even cuter on my bedroom floor though.”

Warren whipped his head to look back at her. She was sitting up on the washer he had just used, absentmindedly flipping through his textbook.

“Did- did you just make a sex joke?”

“Did you like it?”

Warren turned back to the dryer, finishing with his quarters, “Not at all.”

“Fuck you.”

“Please do.”

“Damn it! You’re good at that.”

“That’s what she said.”

(Y/n) lightly kicked Warren in response to his never ending sexual humor. He patted her leg, making her scooch over so he could squeeze in next to her. 

“So statistics huh?” 

Warren patted his textbook cover with his other hand, “Yup.”

“Gross.”

“Yup.” 

A moment of silence passed, Warren’s hand still resting on her thigh. 

“S-so, what did you want to say earlier?”

(Y/n) looked away from his hand, “What? When?”

“Over there,” he pointed lazily towards her machine.

“Oh! I, um, I just wanted to say you got taller. Since last year, you know?”

Warren laughed, eyes on her face. “Thanks.”

“You look good, Warren! Serious glow up.”

“So I was ugly last year?”

“What?,” (Y/n)’s eyes widened, “no! Not at all! You were different though.”

“Bad different I’m guessing.”

She shoved his shoulder, “Shut up! Good different. You were cuter, now you’re-”

“I’m what?”

(Y/n)’s tongue darted out to wet her dry lips, “Hot. I mean- you know, uh, hotter? You always looked good. But now you’re like- whew! You know?”

Warren’s eyebrows were raised in amusement, not used to seeing (Y/n) so flustered. It felt refreshing, like they were finally escaping the stress of school and just having fun again.

“You’re hotter too. Still hot last year, but like- whew!”

“Fuck you, okay. Don’t mock me.”

He poked her ribs, “I’m serious! You look great.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, trying to hold back her smile. 

“(Y/n),” Warren whispered, scooting closer to her, “C-can I kiss you?”

Instead of responding, (Y/n) smashed her lips into his, desperate for him. Warren’s hand moved from her thigh to cup her jaw, making her slow down. He wanted to savor this moment with her. 

The kiss became softer and lighter. Butterflies were going off in Warren’s stomach as she pulled herself onto his lap, accidentally shoving his basket off in the process. The loud bang made them pull apart.

“Fuck! Sorry! I was trying to be sexy and get on top, but-”

 “It’s okay.”

Warren shut her up by kissing her once more, slightly more feverish this time. His hands slipped under her shirt, slowly climbing higher. (Y/n) stopped to pull the shirt over her head. 

Warren’s jaw dropped when he noticed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“I- um, wow-”

(Y/n)’s lips moved to his neck while her fingers began to slip behind the waist band of his sweatpants. She slowly tugged them off, leaving them hanging around his ankles. 

(Y/n) began to palm his obvious erection, her mouth sucking a mark onto his neck.

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

She pulled away, retracting her hands from his boxers, “Y-yeah, are you okay? Oh boy-”

Warren grabbed her hands, holding them between his, “I’m fine! Great actually, really really great. I just- I really want to say I actually like you. Like feelings- not just this. And yeah I want to do this too, but I would also want something to happen with feelings..”

(Y/n) moved her hands from his to cup his face, “I definitely want to date you, Warren. You’re so sweet.”

She could feel his face heat up in her hands, “Good! Yay- yes, okay. Cool-”

“Just stop talking.”

(Y/n)’s lips found their way back to Warren’s neck as her hips began to grind against Warren, making him whimper.

Warren slid down his boxers before moving his hands to her underwear, rubbing her folds through it. (Y/n)’s sleep deprived body responded quicker than it usually would, she was already soaked.

She pulled away to move her underwear to the side, too tired to take it off in their difficult position. She lined herself up with Warren and slid down, taking him all in at once. 

Warren let out a breathy moan as her heat wrapped around him.

“Fuck, (Y/n).”

(Y/n)’s nails went to scratch against his head as she slowly moved her hips on him. 

It was soft and slow, but exactly what they needed to relax and unwind. 

(Y/n) felt herself grow closer to her edge and she began to move slightly faster, lips smashed against Warren’s.

She tightened around him as she came, making Warren follow. 

“Fuck- I’m so tired.”

(Y/n) laughed, climbing off of him and pulling her shirt back over her head. 

“Me too.”

Warren hopped off the machine, almost tripping over his pants around his ankles.

“You could come sleep at my place. I-um, I have a room to myself you know? Since I’m an RA. Y-you don’t have to, but-”

“No, that’d be nice. Except I’ve still got a load in. But you can just go ahead, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Warren shook his head, “I’ll stay.”

“Really? It’s like 3 am.”

Warren walked over to her machine, “I need to stay, you still have my laundry detergent.”

“Oh fuck you!”

“You just did!”

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Concentric [9]

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Words: 5.6k

Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: just more punchy violence, dom!jk jumps out briefly

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: oof my update schedule has really gone to hell huh. lmao wack. Anyways here it is friends! Engoy! 💙

The screech of the whistle in your ears.

The shift of sand beneath your feet.

The thumping of your heart in your chest.

You sprang into action, ducking slightly to the left underneath Jennie’s first offensive attack. The female certainly didn’t waste any time getting started. She immediately rushed you after the whistle blew, forgetting all about your mocking response to her pre-fight brag. Letting loose a combination of moves meant to destabilize you, she mainly went after your lower body with an occasional punch aimed at your face. You allowed your dance instincts to take over as you weaved around her limbs and blocked any of the attacks you couldn’t fully avoid. She was fast, you would give her that, but not as fast as Jungkook. You’ve been learning several fighting techniques from the male Saeni, but you’ve also learned how to not get hit. A lesson that was really coming in handy right now, much to the dismay of your opponent. Jennie released a scream of frustration, growling at you to stay still.

You chuckled provokingly while moving out of the way of her spinning kick, “What? Is the secret weapon getting mad?”

She only made another noise of aggravation as she sent a sloppy punch toward your face, leaving her torso completely defenseless. After blocking her attack with your forearm, you sent your other arm swinging into her stomach. You couldn’t help but send her a smug look when your fist caused her to groan and fold over a bit, knowing that doing so would irritate her even more.

You flashed back to when Jungkook would make infuriating comments at you during your first training sessions to try to elicit an emotional reaction from you. It had taken you a while to realize he was doing it for a reason, to distract you and make you lose focus. You decided to take a page out of your teacher’s book and apply the same tactic to Jennie since she seemed to be driven emotionally.

And so you continued. Dancing out of the way of her attacks and antagonizing her with your words and actions. Eventually she would get so annoyed she would throw and arm or leg out blindly, just wanting to hit you in the face, but not executing it well. That’s when you would sneak in a hit of your own to the area she left open.

It felt like you had been fighting for such a long time, but you knew it had to have only been two minutes at the most. You were focused. You controlled your breathing. Maintained proper form. Kept your eyes forward to watch Jennie’s entire body for signs of her next move. At some point, you think you heard Jungkook release an exasperated sigh and mumble something after one of your poking comments, but you paid him no attention. You just continued distracting your opponent and letting her emotions direct her attacks.

“So, what is the secret to your secret weaponry?” You inhaled, and side stepped away from the heel of Jennie’s palm that was targeting your nose. “Can you go Super Saiyan? Because that would be pretty cool.”

“Just… SHUT UP WILL YOU!?”

You bent your knees to duck below Jennie’s kick and swung your right leg in an arc, knocking her off her feet.

Sweat dripping.

Limbs aching.

Muscles burning.

It wasn’t exactly dance, but it was similar, and the rush of exertion and elation was all too familiar. You lived for this feeling.

Straddling Jennie’s slim waist, you pinned her to the ground. You used one hand to hold her right arm down and one foot to hold the other. She wiggled beneath you to try to knock you off, so you pressed your weight down further. You raised your right fist, aiming it at her face and her eyes widened in panic. She continued to squirm underneath you while her legs spasmed, desperate to shake you off. It was futile, though. She was locked down. You didn’t hit her either, just waited for five… four… three… two… one…

Jungkook blew the whistle.

Game over.

You released your hold on the girl beneath you and stood up, stepping to the side of her body. You held out a hand to her, but she only huffed and rose on her own, blatantly ignoring your hand. Shrugging off her poor sportsmanship, you turned to Jungkook with a proud grin. He ignored you too, though, and addressed Jennie with an authoritative tone.

“You lost because you were over-confident. You let your emotions control your actions. It’s not that Y/N is the better fighter, she just kept a level head and exploited your openings.”

This time, it was you who huffed and pouted. You won fair and square, didn’t you? So why was he basically calling your win a fluke? Dumb asshat.

Jennie gave Jungkook a weak nod before sniffling and slunking away in disappointment.

Once she was gone, you placed your hands on your hips and said, “Isn’t keeping a level head and exploiting her openings kind of the definition of being the better fighter?”

He looked at you questioningly before answering in an honest tone. “She has the better technique when she’s focused, which isn’t surprising. She’s been training much longer than you have. You just got lucky because she was too cocky.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.” You raised a brow at him.

Jungkook released a bark of laughter. “You can mouth off to me when and if you ever beat me. Now hurry along, I need to start the next match.”

“Ay ay Captain.” You saluted the Saeni and began walking back to the kiela. “See you in a bit.”

As you sashayed away, Jungkook watched your retreating figure and whispered, “Good job, little human.”

Then he called up the next name, which happened to be Yeonjun. You gave the young Saeni a big thumbs up and wished him luck as you passed each other.

You grinned as you arrived at the spot where the others were sitting due to their cheers and congratulations. You giggled as Hobi and Tae squashed you in a hug and made you jump up and down with them. After the boys released you and you thanked the rest, you sat back down under a patch of shade to rest a bit before your next fight.

You were getting your ass kicked.

This round, you were up against some guy named Yoo Yongha. When the tall male entered the ring and greeted you, he had a shy smile on his cute face and had spoken softly. It made you think you possibly had a chance at winning again. But then the whistle blew, and he did a complete 180. His cute face turned serious. His shy smile morphed into a flat line of concentration. His soft voice changed to grunts and exhales of power as he went on the offensive.

All you could think in the moment the match started was how fucked you were.

Currently, you were doing your best to block and evade his assaults. You, ducked, twirled, jumped, shifted, and stepped out of the way as best as you could but it wasn’t enough. As soon as you thought you could breath after dodging his fist or kick, another was being sent. You had already been hit several times and fuck, it was not fun. You just couldn’t catch a break. You couldn’t come up with a plan. It was happening too fast. All you could think of was evade, block, move. Over and over and over. Nothing else. It was the only thing you could do.

At the start of the match, you had attempted to put him in a headlock, recognizing that if you didn’t finish the fight quickly then you wouldn’t have a chance at winning. Not with how skilled your opponent turned out to be. Following the steps Jungkook had taught you, you got his neck between your thighs and squeezed while lifting your hips high off the ground. You held it for approximately two seconds before Yongha had reached back and sent a punch into your unprotected side. You cried out but managed to maintain the choke until his fist hit you again. With a strangled gasp, you had released the hold and scrambled to your feet before he could pin you. Your chance at winning… gone.

Now, you were moving backwards to try to put some space between you but he kept coming and coming and coming. Never relenting in his attacks. The only thing you could do was defend yourself, but you were getting tired and he knew it.

Blocked his punch coming to your right side.

Stepped back.

Ducked below his right hook.

Stepped back.

Grunted as his leg made contact with your left side.

Pressed your hand against the throbbing area.

Stepped back.

Breathed heavily.

Tried to refocus.

Blocked his fist coming toward your face.

Failed to see his punch aimed at your stomach.

Gasped and clutched your abdomen.

Barely managed to evade his knee.

You took another step backwards but cursed when your balance faltered because of the uneven sand. Your stumble left you in an awkward crouch. Your eyes bugged out when you saw that the kick Yongha intended for your side was now in route to be gifted to your face.

Shit! You dropped to your back as fast as you could.

Somehow you were able to do so in time to save your beautiful face, although you still felt a slight breeze whisper across your cheek since it had been so close.

Get up and keep going, Y/N.

You were slowing down, eyesight blurring and muscles sore and aching. All the morning training sessions and the previous fight were catching up with you, but there was no way in hell you were going to give up. You were going to keep fighting until Yongha pinned you or knocked you out… because in all honesty, there was no possibility of you winning. You couldn’t get by on luck and taunting this time.

Unfortunately, your drive to keep going was cut short because as soon as your body hit the warm sand you heard a shrill whistle.

You were trudging down an empty hallway on your way to your room for a shower while grumbling to yourself.

“Stupid Jungkook. Who does he think he is? Sure, I was getting my ass beat, but it wasn’t over yet! I could have done… well, something! Ugh! Stupid fucking coconut-headed, limp, clammy handshake of a person!”

Yeah, Jungkook had called the match once your back hit the sand. And you were still pissed about it hours later. There was no reason he should have ended it! The only explanation he had given you was that Yongha was the clear winner before he was calling up the next round of fighters. Yongha himself had a confused look on his face while glancing between you and Jungkook before thanking you both and excusing himself from the ring. Jungkook, on the other hand, hadn’t even looked at you. Like he was too appalled by your efforts to give you the time of day.

You had been astounded. What was he thinking!? Yes, you agreed that Yongha was going to win… but he hadn’t actually won yet when Jungkook blew the damn whistle! You had been breathing heavily from both exertion and anger as you stomped away from the ring. You approached the kiela and your new friends, who questioned you as to what happened. You spat out that Jungkook decided to throw the towel in for you. You were trembling from how mad it made you.

With a noise of pure aggravation, you had sat down next to Yoongi, knowing the grumpy male wouldn’t try to cheer you up. You didn’t want to be cheered up. You wanted to hit something. You wanted to hit someone. A certain green-eyed asshat specifically.

Yoongi simply commented on the other matches, pointing out mistakes and missed opportunities in a soothing, almost disinterested voice. After a couple rounds, you were finally able to calm down to a functioning level. It was then that Yoongi informed you that Yongha was actually the number one trainee, and that you did well lasting as long as you had.

The knowledge gave you some more comfort, but it still didn’t ease your frustration directed at the match’s referee.

That frustration was still coursing through your veins, almost a full forty minutes after the seminar had ended.

As your muttering continued, you spotted a flash of burgundy hair through a doorway to your left.

Is that…? Oh, this fucker is gonna get it!

You immediately altered your steps to enter the room and you marched up to the unsuspecting Saeni, who’s back was to you as he walked toward a chair.

“What the fuck Jungkook!?”

The male turned around and groaned when he saw you. “What now, little human?”

You moved forward until you stood flush against his sturdy chest and gave him a harsh poke. “How could you call the match like that!? I wasn’t pinned and I wasn’t KO’d; there was no reason to stop it!”

You weren’t yelling, but you were seething through your teeth. You didn’t care about losing the match, per say, but you were still so pissed he ended it early. You wanted to know why he had.

Jungkook slowly looked down at your finger digging into his chest before raising his head and a brow at you. “You weren’t going to win.”

“Wow,” you exclaimed sarcastically, stepping back and crossing your arms, “glad to know my teacher believes in me.”

“You were obviously losing. End of story.” His voice turned serious.

“Maybe, but I-”

“You weren’t going to win, and you know it. Stop acting like a brat.”

“But I migh-”

Your words were cut off as Jungkook suddenly grabbed your waist and pushed until your back was against the wall. You gasped when you were gently slammed into the wood, one hand gripping his forearm while the other rested against his lean stomach. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips tightly while he leaned in. Burgundy hair fell over his forehead, threatening to cover his green eyes which had grown dark, the pupils blown out.

Their attention captivated you and commanded your undivided attention.

“I told you to stop.”

He spoke in a low, gravelly voice that caused you to shiver. Heat began to burn through your body and linger in your core. Subconsciously, you tried to squeeze your thighs shut, but of course, Jungkook noticed. With a smirk, he forced his own thigh between yours.

“I swear to Illai, you’re so aggravating sometimes it drives me crazy.

“F-fuck off, Coco,” you weakly said, trying to gain a sliver of control back.

You still couldn’t look away from those dark, green orbs.

His hands roughly gripped your waist even tighter, causing you to sharply inhale. You wouldn’t be surprised if he left bruises from how hard he was holding you.

Hearing your pained gasp, Jungkook quickly released your waist and brought his hands up to the wall on either side of your head, completely caging you in. No escape. All you could feel was him. All you could see was him. All you could smell was him. Just him. Just Jungkook.

“I thought I told you to stop being a brat, sweetheart.”

Your mouth dropped open and you breathed in shakily. The way he spoke was both rough and honeyed. It was utterly masculine and entirely sensual.

Your head was spinning. What the fuck was going on? This wasn’t you. You weren’t one to become submissive so easily. You had to get ahold of yourself. You were a scorja, for Exia’s sake!

You steeled yourself and replied in the most teasing tone you could muster, “Well, why should I listen to a coconut head like you?”

Your attempt at regaining some control failed, though, because even though you didn’t stutter, you had to look away when you said it.

So much for not being submissive.

Jungkook growled and grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. “Look me in the eye and say that again.”

The sheer dominance in his tone made another flash of heat shoot through you. You shut your eyes and desperately tried to close your legs again, seeking out friction to appease the desire thrumming through you. That failed too, though, because Jungkook blocked the way. He raked his eyes over you and with a hum, pushed his thigh further between your legs until it pressed against your core. You tried to stifle your moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but you only partially succeeded. The whining noise that escaped from your mouth made him press even harder into you, and you had to restrain yourself from moving your hips.

But it still didn’t make you look him in the eye.

You didn’t know if you could repeat what you said if you did.

His grip on your chin tightened slightly. “I’m waiting.”

Okay. Okay. Breath, Y/N. You can do it. It’s easy. Ignore what’s going on... down there. Just look him in the eye and say it.

You took a couple deep breaths and slowly shifted your eyes back to him, but you instantly lost yourself in a sea of green. You were swallowed whole. Frozen. All you could do was look at him. Not able to do anything besides stare into his lidded eyes, your shaky breaths slowly grew heavy. With a jolt, you realized that his breathing was just as labored.

“J-Jungkook…?” You licked your lips and his eyes dropped to follow the movement, giving you a brief reprieve from his intense stare.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” His breaths became even more ragged, and he shifted his eyes back up to yours again.

“I…” You had no idea what you wanted to say.

You had no idea if you wanted to pull him closer or push him far away. Besides, you were supposed to be mad at him right now, not… not this.

He let go of your chin and caressed your cheek, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over your skin softly. “What do you want?”

You gasped at the gentleness of his hand, it contrasted so much with the rest of him. “I…”

Your head was cloudy from a combination of anger, desire, fatigue, and logic, but his presence was overtaking every one of your senses. And it was addicting. You wanted more. You wanted him closer. Needed him closer.

With your decision made, you fisted his shirt in your hands and went to tug him fully to you.

At least, you were going to until you heard someone cough from the doorway.

That sudden interruption let you break through to the surface of your confused thoughts. You blinked then released Jungkook’s shirt and shoved him away as fast as possible.

What the hell was I doing!?

With a shocked face, you looked over to the doorway to see your best friend with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

Oh. Oh, FUCK. Of all people why did it have to be him!?

“Hey guys, am I interrupting something?”

You hastily squeaked out a “No!” just as Jungkook growled, “Yes, so get out.”

Jimin’s grin grew even wider but he kept quiet.

Frantically, you shook your head with wide eyes. “No. No. No. Nothing was going on.” You looked at Jungkook desperately, who was staring at you angrily, eyes still dark. “I, uh, just had a question for him!”

You turned back to Jimin, unable to keep looking Jungkook’s glare, with a fake smile plastered on your face. He only hummed skeptically in response and leaned against the entryway.

After a few seconds of very awkward silence that made you want to crawl in a hole and wither away, you cleared your throat. “Um. Yeah. So anyways, where you going Slim Jim? I’ll come with!”

Before you had finished your sentence, you had begun moving toward the threshold. You had to get out. You had to get away from Jungkook and his dark eyes and whatever the fuck just happened. Yet, you had only taken a couple steps before a hand wrapped around your wrist and stopped you.

You whipped your head over your shoulder to see Jungkook gripping your wrist with a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. That made you nervous.

Your eyes widened once more. “I… I’ll see you in the morning for training. Bye!” You yanked yourself free and practically ran out of the room, grabbing Jimin’s hand and dragging him with you.

“Can you believe him!? Ugh! And he still didn’t give me a valid reason! Only said I was going to lose and that was the end of it.” You threw your arms up in frustration to emphasize its ridiculousness as you and Jimin continued to walk down the palace hallways.

You just finished explaining how Jungkook had called the match early to your friend, who was regarding you with an amused glint in his brown eyes.

“Maybe he saw something you didn’t and thought it was for the best to end the fight?” He replied, trying to think optimistically.

You only drew in a deep breath and dramatically expelled it before glaring at the apricot head.

Jimin chuckled and rolled his eyes at your antics. “I mean ‘Argh! How dare he end my precious best friend’s match early!? What a scumbag!” He gave you a nudge with his shoulder. “Was that better, your highness?”

You made a satisfied noise and nodded. “Yes, thank you very much. Glad to have you on my side. But speaking of highnesses, um, how was your picnic with Jiae?”

He looked at you quizzically. “How’d you know about that?”

“I saw her this morning.” You shrugged.

“Oh, well, it was really nice and relaxing. Hey… um… what do you think of her?”

“Me? I mean we’ve only spoken briefly, but she seems really nice. She’s really pretty too.” You answered honestly.

“Yeah she is. It’s so good to see her again.”

“How long have you known her?”

“Since I first began coming to Illain. She’s always been a great friend, but she’s…” He took a deep breath and smiled at nothing but the thought of the lilac-haired girl. “She’s just amazing, you know? Beautiful, kind, smart. I could spend the whole day with her and still not want to leave.”

I’ve always been a great friend too… You glumly thought before mentally giving yourself a smack.

You were supposed to stop thinking about that. You had to. It’s not going to happen. It’s never going to happen. You just needed to be happy for him.

When you realized you hadn’t responded yet, you punched him lightly on the arm. “Seems like someone’s smitten.”

“I am,” he said, a blush rising to his cheeks, “I think… I think I really like her.”

He exhaled dreamily and beamed, causing his eyes to squish close.

You forced a bright smile back at him while internally sighing. Those damn squishy eyes…

“I’m happy for you, Slim Jim.”

You were. You truly were. You loved seeing him all bubbly and blushing. It was adorable, and he deserved happiness. It just sort of sucked for you until you got over him.

“Just don’t forget about me, okay?” You said it in a joking manner, but the truth is that you were terrified that he would toss you aside if he got with Jiae.

As if he could sense your underlying worry, he stopped you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “I could never forget about you, Y/N. I’m always going to be here for you. You’re not just my best friend, you’re my family.”

He reiterated his words with a gentle but reassuring squeeze of his hands.

You smiled, genuinely this time. Family. I like that.

The two of you continued your stroll throughout the palace, talking about anything and everything. From whether or not Jimin was the best archer in the kiela (he swears he is, but his members had different opinions, especially Tae). To wondering how your family and friends were doing back home. Well, your home. You weren’t sure which place Jimin considered to be his. Regardless, it was the most time you spent together since leaving Earth. It made you feel grounded and normal. It was nice.

After a while, you cried out when you remembered that you never showered, and you turned to Jimin with a grimace. “I can’t believe you haven’t said anything about my sweaty stench, but I’m gross and can literally feel the salt on my skin, so I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

He nodded but it quickly changed to a rapid shaking of his head when you held out your arms for a goodbye hug. “Fuck no! You just said it yourself! You’re stinky!”

“Oh, come on! You know you want some of this.” You gave him a teasing grin while absurdly gesturing to yourself.

“Ew, I really don’t.” He laughed loudly but ran a hand through his hair when he saw your pout. “But, fine. Come here, you sweaty scorja.”

You rushed into his open arms and hugged him tight. “I think that’s the first time you’ve called me that.”

“Well, the boys are right. It suits you.”

“Thanks, Slim Jim.”

With a tiny smile, you stepped back and gave your best friend a final wave before turning and skipping down the hall toward your room.

Three days later, Jimin found himself walking through the palace with his youngest brother. The former was on his way to meet Jiae for an evening walk through the courtyard while Jungkook was hungry and wanted to make himself a sandwich in the kitchens. They ran into each other on their respective routes and decided to walk together since they hadn’t seen each other much since arriving at the palace.

They were almost to the exit that opened up to the courtyard paths, so Jimin decided to investigate a bit before he and Jungkook parted ways.

“So… Y/N told me you stopped her match early the other day. She wasn’t too happy about that.” Jimin look at his brother out of the corner of his eye and caught the younger’s exasperated eye roll.

“Trust me, I know.”

“Why’d you stop it?”

The duo rounded a corner, but Jungkook suddenly stopped and crossed his arms defiantly. “She wasn’t going to win. She was just going to injure herself.”

Jimin followed suit, stopping as well and looking Jungkook in the eye questioningly. “Since when did you care?”

The green-eyed Saeni scoffed and looked away. “I don’t.”

“Mhmm. Sure Jan.”

“The fuck does that mean, hyung?” Jungkook faced his brother once again and narrowed his eyes.

“It means I’m calling your bullshit.”

“It’s n-”

“Shut up and listen because I’m only going to say this once.” Jimin was quick to speak over Jungkook in a serious tone. “You’re my brother, Kook, and I’ll always love you, but if you hurt her I’m going to beat your ass.”

“Of course she’s going to get hurt. You know how training is, Chim.”

“I’m not talking about training…”

“Then what the fuck are you talking about? We get along fine now. Really well, actually. And I don’t yell at her anymore.” Jungkook was starting to get annoyed with the conversation.

He just wanted his damn sandwich.

The burgundy-haired Saeni sighed, picturing himself biting into the most beautiful and tasty sandwich to ever grace Illain. Shamefully, the heavenly image was quickly shattered due to Jimin raising his voice suddenly.

“You used to yell at her!?”

Jungkook saw the anger in his hyung’s eyes and widened his own. Jimin may be smaller than him, but Illai knows that he’s downright terrifying when upset.

Jungkook laughed nervously, food briefly forgotten, while rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, fuck. Um, so, I might’ve yelled at her this one time while you were getting kidnapped.”

The male suddenly became quite interested in the ornate carvings on the walls, doing his best to avoid Jimin’s murderous glare.

“Yeah… do that again and I’m sending an arrow straight to your balls.” Jimin ran a hand through his apricot-colored locks. “But that’s not what I’m talking about either.”

It was silent for several heartbeats as Jungkook wondered what Jimin could possibly be referring to. On the other hand, Jimin waited patiently for his point to get through his brother’s handsome, but oftentimes dense, coconut of a head.

Finally, it clicked.

With green eyes wide in utter disbelief, Jungkook whipped his head back to Jimin. “Oh my goddess, you think I like her?” He chuckled dryly at the, in his opinion, ridiculous thought. “For Exia’s sake, she’s human. I could never like her.”

“Sure, Kookie, keep telling yourself that.” Jimin patted the younger male on his shoulder in a pitying way. “Just remember what I said.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jungkook shrugged the hand off in annoyance. “You better get going, Chim. Your princess is probably waiting for you.”

After the elder jogged away to meet Jiae, Jungkook huffed and turned around, walking back the way they had come. In the opposite direction of the kitchens. The conversation had effectively caused the Saeni to lose his appetite. His perfect sandwich would have to wait for another day.

You were walking through the palace, admiring the construction, carvings, and décor while making your way to the kitchens for a snack. It amazed you how something like this had been created. You let out a sigh of wonder as you tilted your head back to look at all the beautiful lanterns hanging from the tall ceiling. Doing so made you groan, though. Your neck, and every other inch of your body, was sore as hell. Because after the seminar, Jungkook decided to bump up your training.

“Since we aren’t walking all day anymore, I want to increase your sessions to three hours, twice a day.”

“Oh, dear lord,” you mumbled to yourself but then shrugged. “Alright, sounds good. It’s not like I have anything better to do, so might as well.”

“It wasn’t a suggestion.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You waved him off and continued your stretches.

You tilted your head to the side to watch the Saeni out of the corner of your eye as he fiddled with the straps on his armor. You hadn’t brought up what happened yesterday when you arrived this morning, and thankfully, neither did he. It wasn’t awkward between the two of you, but it was apparent that it was a topic neither of you wanted to discuss.

Hallelujah. You gotta love the little things in life.

But while you watched him, you had to admire his figure. How lean and muscular it was. How powerful it was. How it had felt to be pressed against you. How those hands had felt while holding you. You wondered how it would feel if-

Nope. Nope. No. Absolutely not. We are not going there, Y/N.

You forced yourself to look away and finish your stretches, making sure to only look at the ground, the trees, or the sky.

“But that’s not what I’m talking about either.”

You were brought out of your memories when you heard Jimin’s voice echo down the hallway. It sounded liked he was up ahead around the corner. You gleefully approached, not having seen your best friend since he interrupted you and Jungkook’s… moment a few days ago. Quickly, you shook your head, not wanting to think about it again. You had just reached the corner and was about to turn it when a second voice made you pause.

“Oh my goddess, you think I like her?”

Jungkook.

Who are they talking about? You crept closer to the corner’s edge like the eavesdropper you were.

“For Exia’s sake, she’s human. I could never like her.”

Your breathing stopped while your eyes widened and your body stilled. They were talking about you. You didn’t even hear the rest of their conversation as you slowly backed away, you were too busy replaying Jungkook’s words in your head.

I could never like her. I could never like her. I could never like her.

Abruptly, you pivoted and briskly walked back the way you came. You could feel your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your breaths growing uneven.

I could never like her.

Disappointment blossomed in your heart and you felt it spread throughout your entire body.

I could never like her.

Your hands began to tremble slightly as the disappointment transformed into hurt.

I could never like her.

Fuck, why does it hurt?

You ducked into an open doorway, relieved to see that the dim room was empty. Letting your back hit the wall, you slid down until you were fully seated on the floor, legs tucked in close. You wrapped your arms around your bent legs and allowed your head to droop until you were completely curled into yourself.

I could never like her.

I could never like her.

I could never like her.

Why does it hurt so much?

You had truly thought that you and Jungkook had become friends. You had thought that all the bullshit and hate was behind you guys. You thought that his jokes and teasing came from a good place. You though that his smiles and laughs were genuine. Yes, you still bickered like crazy and considered him a grade-A asshole, but… but you… you had thought…

I guess it was all an act…

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[woonanamin]

1, 11, 22, 23 😌❤️

1) What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

I chose Helena’s name for a multitude of reasons. The main reason is the song Helena by My Chemical Romance (lmao). It’s one of my favorite songs and I’ve always wanted to name a character Helena. I was lucky since the name originated from Sweden (it means light which is also good for her “true” gadget). Her operator name, “Life-Line,” is derived from her goal/reason she is on Team Rainbow. This will be more evident in her bio/the fanfic I am writing for her.

For Elliott, the reason I chose his name was more that I liked it. I created Elliott without any knowledge of what he would turn out to be or who he’d turn out to be. For his operator name, “Judas,” reading on German names, I found out that it is sort of looked down upon if your child is named after something evil. Well, Elliott’s a little shit and decided to name himself after something people despised.

Amelia’s name is chosen off of Amelia Earhart and the plane she drove, the Electra. Amelia’s parents were members of the Royal Air Force until they both retired due to fear. The parents grew to love Amelia Earhart and saw her as a pure genius. They wanted to honor her by naming their first child after her.

11) What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

For Helena, it’s really not that hard to get her mad. She already has a lot on her plate so when someone messes it up, it’s over for them. Things that bother her the most is when someone messes with Rook or says something about their relationship. Ever since Helena joined Team Rainbow, Rook has been by her side sticking up for her. Another way to piss her off is by telling her that she doesn’t care about anyones life, but her own... Ash is the one who usually says that to or about her.

Elliott is one not to jump into anger. He plays things off like it’s nothing and often just jokes around. But, there’s always something to piss someone off. For Elliott, it’s when someone holds his past against him. Not only does it frustrate him, but it causes him to cry out in anger as he starts throwing punches at the person who’s doing it.

Amelia is the sweet girl in the SAS. Anger is something that she never crossed paths with. Well... Sometimes. To make Amelia rage out, it the hardest thing, but not impossible. Usually to piss the girl off, you either have to fuck with the other members of the SAS or just litter. Yes, litter... Amelia is a marine biologist and her biggest thing in life is saving ocean life... Don’t mess with her about it.

22) What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?

Helena has scars on her neck, arms, and torso. Most of these came from her abduction by a certain White Mask (someone she knows) long before she joined Team Rainbow. Most of the time she keeps them hidden under her clothes because she has no time to talk about her life. Helena has no piercings and only has a tattoo of her ESA and K-9 partner, Klas.

Elliott has a scar on his neck from the time a White Mask tried to interrogate him (he still finds it funny that someone tried to interrogate him even though that’s his job). He luckily survived even though he lost a lot of blood. He’s a shithead though. I’m not surprised. Anyways! Other than that, he has freckles covering his shoulders and a few on his face (angel kisses). He has a full sleeve of tattoos of just random designs that he found cool on his right arm and one ear piercing on his left ear (even though he keeps it out during work hours).

Amelia is very pure, so she doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings. She does hope to get some tattoos with the rest of the SAS or just Smoke. Amelia has angel kisses amongst her face. She even has two birthmakes: one on her wrist and the other on the back of her neck.

23) What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved?

Helena almost dropped out of school after her mother’s death, but she figured that she’d have a better chance of getting into the police force. She has no feelings towards it and just knows it’s something she has to do in life. Helena was well behaved and she was definitely known as the teacher’s pet. She always loved math and science, but really wasn’t bad at any subject. Though, she did despise english...

Elliott hated school and dreaded going. He would’ve dropped out if his mother hadn’t had passed away, but sadly, life happens. Elliott usually wasted time by being the class clown. Was he well behaved? No. He often got in trouble for talking in class or even getting into the occasional fight. He hated everything about school, but he loved english and only english. He felt that was the only place he could truly express himself.

Amelia actually loved school and loved college even more. She was a well behaved girl who everyone loved. There many times though where she fought a lot of men. The guys at her school had fun picking on her and Amelia finally snapped on them once... Let’s say... They never messed with her again. Other than that, Amelia loved biology, chemistry, and technology. She hated math, but she actually was an expert at it.

[kiraraneko]

CATS as reviewed by a furry

Apparently this is a movie review blog now lmao (listen I just have some Opinions™ I feel like writing down lately) You’ve already heard from a hundred sources about the terrible CGI and bad quality of the film overall, so I’m going to focus more on the characters themselves and how they’ve been translated from stage to film. As someone whose been a fan of CATS since childhood AND is active in the furry community, I hope this will be different from the other reviews. (YES THERE ARE SPOILERS)

Let’s just start this off by saying - everyone who keeps comparing this film to “furry porn” clearly is not familiar with furry porn, because the alleged “hornyness” of the actor portrayals is pretty in-line with the stage play. The only reason this movie comes off as so much more sexual is because the bad fur CGI doesn’t keep your brain from knowing these people are all basically nude. The stage play costumes feature fur tufts and limb wraps that work to somewhat hide the human silhouettes, whereas (even with some characters in coats and accessories) everyone’s fur in the movie is so skin-tight they end up being unmistakably human, so every sway and hip-thrust comes off as slightly disturbing in an uncanny way instead of feline and graceful.

Victoria the White Cat Now here’s where I’ll admit to my blatant bias - Victoria has always been my favorite cat (other than Rum Tum). Here’s a bit of trivia for you: Ever wonder why my fursona is a white cat? (Jumpcut to me as an 8 year old wearing a scarf around my waist, pretending to be Victoria). Her role in the play is small but she’s elegant, beautiful, and an incredibly talented dancer, and I always idolized her for that. So, you can imagine I was pretty delighted to find that she plays the role of “main character” in the film. Now in the play, the cats explain to the audience about who and what they are, with Munkustrap (the grey tabby) serving as a kind of narrator/translator and leader. Since you can’t exactly address a stage audience in a movie, Victoria fills that role of the “questioning onlooker”, which I feel fits her character very well considering she’s both a younger/newer cat to the Jellicle scene and she was the first to accept Grizabella, which connects her nicely to the entire story (both in the play and the movie). What I was markedly less jazzed about was the addition of her own song in the movie. I think it was a nice attempt to expand her role, but as an extension to Memories, I found Beautiful Ghosts to be frankly kind of boring and unnecessary. She’s essentially saying to Grizabella “I was just abandoned and I don’t have anything, at least you have good memories to look back on” which to me, came off as belittling to Grizabella with a dash of “poor me” for Victoria. However, the reprise version with Old Deuteronomy I actually ended up liking much more. It is less condescending when two old cats are singing to one another, versus a kitten who has their whole life ahead of them lecturing Grizabella about a past she knows nothing about. One last thing I’ll note about Victoria is her slight re-design in the movie - she’s been given some light striping patterning as opposed to being a pure white cat. This doesn’t bother me at all as I assume when it comes to lighting and rendering, pure white fur would have been too distracting on screen. Jennyanydots / The Gumbie Cat I’ll just come right out and say that this segment was probably the worst translation from the play in the entire movie, and it happens early in the film, so you’re already questioning what the hell the rest of the movie is going to be like. In the play, she’s a slow-paced and motherly type cat that only becomes energetic at night, when she sheds her fur to reveal a vibrant coat and goes to work teaching vermin of the house good manners and skills like crocheting (as opposed to hunting them, like other cats would do). In the movie, she’s flitting about the kitchen like a hyperactive rabbit, rampantly consumes some of the insects she’s painstakingly coached, and whines about wishing to leave her household. If this butchering of her character weren’t enough, they actually included the fur-shedding bit in an incredibly disturbing skin-unzipping sequence where she steps out of her cat skin to reveal a sparkly dress underneath. Characters in the CATS play occasionally do wear some clothing accessories, but this movie does not know the meaning of subtlety, and various characters are wearing fullbody clothes which even further breaks any illusion of these characters being cats. It just constantly wants to remind you that these are human people in unitards jumping around on a greenscreen. Rum Tum Tugger Undoubtedly a fan favorite, Rum Tum is the rockstar cat who swoons all the kittens and makes a general ruckus, with stylistic influences of Mick Jagger and Elvis. To say the least, I thought his part in the movie was fine, but certainly doesn’t quite have the punch to it that the stage play does. The movie has him breaking into a 50′s style diner while milk is liberally poured for all the younger cats. Both his character and that of the Gumbie cat’s are diminished further as she makes fun of his singing and dance moves - which may have been a funny addition, if it weren’t for her alleging his show-offiishness to a recent neutering. This joke just went a little too far in my opinion, and really detracted from the rest of Rum Tum’s performance. Bustopher Jones A very charming and gentlemanly cat, Bustopher’s sequence started well and then just got really weird. His song prominently describes his love of fine dining, his cheerful demeanor, and his well-groomed fur. The last of which was directly contradicted in the movie, as he rolled around in actual garbage making an utter mess of himself. He’s shown gorging himself through the entire segment with increasing fervor, until it’s just a bit too much to bear witness to. At one point, he’s meant to trapeze into a trash can, but the cat who jumps on the other end of the catapult is markedly smaller, and nothing happens. This is actually quite a funny moment, until once again, the joke goes a little too far and Bustopher comments being “sensitive about his weight”. This is just.. a bizarre comment considering he’s sung an entire song about being charmingly large and we’ve just watched him unabashedly stuff his face for five solid minutes. Applying human weight-shaming to the ideals of a cat is just completely unnecessary, awkward, and contradictory to his character. It changes him from an indulgent but experienced chap into something to be pitied. Asparagus / Gus the Theatre Cat Possibly my favorite segment of the movie, this is the only part I actually teared up at. As a child, I always thought Gus was a very boring character with a boring part, but watching as an adult I can understand and appreciate him much better. Sir Ian McKellen did an absolutely phenomenal job of channeling the frail, endearing, proud character of Gus (despite the wonky camera work of the scene). This might be the only part of the movie that matched, or perhaps even exceeded the stage play version, and I don’t think it’s any surprise that it also happens to be the most subdued sequence, relying almost entirely on character acting and line delivery, instead of fancy effects cluttering up the screen (as this musical should be). The end of his storytelling features some “lightning strikes” for emphasis, created by what I imagine would be a simple shadow stencil, and it added some genuine atmosphere to the idea of Gus as a performer with simple stage effects. It was a nice subtle touch, and I only wish the rest of the movie could have been more like that. I found his line condemning “modern productions” to be more poignant than ever before, and it makes you wonder if this movie suddenly became painfully self-aware.  Also I just want to throw this in: Before Gus’s song, there’s an unintentionally hilarious shot of Mr. Mistoffelees walking up on him drinking milk from a dish, except Gus is mostly in shadow with his cat features obscured and is standing fully upright, so he just appears to be a hobo man lapping at a dish, like someone legit just walked up on Ian McKellen being a complete fucking weirdo.  Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer This segment was another one that just didn’t come across quite right. These two are mischievous partners in crime, causing mayhem and stealing treasures. The '98 film version characterizes them as playful and upbeat, delighting in trouble-making, but they don’t seem to be quite experienced or clever enough to get away 100% of the time. The 2019 version came off as almost.. sinister to me. They coerce Victoria into stealing, frame her, and then leave her to what could nearly be her death, all while sort of talking through their lines with a cold inflection. This is supposed to take after the original “languid” London version, but they don’t play off each other very well and you don’t get a sense of the fun, amusing partnership they’re supposed to have. It’s mostly just watching them destroy several rooms of a house and then leaving Victoria to her fate like utter assholes. I don’t really have anything more to say on these two, it was just kind of bland and forgetful and leaves you disliking them instead of enjoying watching them have a fun romp. Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat I would give Skimbleshanks the award for “most baffling redesign”. As mentioned earlier, this movie takes cats-wearing-clothing to an uncanny level, and this is certainly the uncanny-est. While the play version has him in a cute waistcoat and arm warmers with elbow patches to give a “train conductor” vibe, the movie has him in full bright red overalls, with other reviews calling him “gay nightclub Mario”, lmao! As much as I wanted to enjoy this number, the sight of him was just too weird to look past.  The tap dancing during his skit was a fitting addition to his character - he is quite bouncy and light on his feet, so I thought it suited him very well and really liked that part. His song picks up after that, with all the cats dancing on the rail and there’s more weird camera work, at one point zooming out so ridiculously far it’s actually jarring. The rest of his song was okay, a CGI greenscreen that can do anything you want unfortunately just isn’t as creative and inspiring as watching actors build a train engine representation out of junkyard scraps on an actual stage.  Magical Mr. Mistoffelees The movie really took some liberties with this character, and I’m still on the fence about whether it was a good choice or not. In the play, Mistoffelees is a magician cat, performing tricks through his segment (including the most complex dance routine of any character) while other cats usually sing about his feats (in the ‘98 film, it’s Rum Tum). They went for the younger, unsure version of Mistoffelees in this new movie, and doubled up on it by turning him into something of a comedic-relief character. He doesn’t quite have a handle on his magic, and he trips up on his words and his feet several times through the movie. This would have been fine if his musical number hadn’t been such a let down. This is supposed to be his grand moment, but his “magic” ends up being underwhelming and the chorus repeats for SO long you’re practically begging for it to end. Where “Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as Magical Mr Mistoffelees?” was once a cheerful and upbeat line, it will certainly become a droning echo in your mind after watching this movie. The added plot of his implied attraction to Victoria I also found kind of weird, though I’ll admit that might just be my personal tastes. I always liked Mistoffelees being a more aloof kind of cat.  Grizabella / The Glamour Cat Alright buckle in, I’ve got some strong opinions about this one. Grizabella is undeniably the star of CATS - she’s an incredibly emotional character, visually intriguing, and her performance in the musical is nothing short of heartbreaking. She was referred to as “the Glamour Cat” in her prime, but it has turned into an almost mocking title as the other cats reject and shun her. We never really know why, but it can be implied she may have been cold and elitist to the other cats who once adored her, or had some other tragic and sudden fall from grace. Despite Jennifer Hudson putting in a damn good effort to play the role of this character, the movie itself let her down. The CATS play and the Jellicle ball which it centers around, while being a musical, is foremost a ball in which cats perform for the honor of being chosen. The dancing is just as important as the singing, and Grizabella’s character is heavily communicated by her posture. She’s hunched, stiff and limping, reaching out for others to accept her, and at one point even attempts to mimic some of the other cat’s dance moves before slinking away in shame. The 2019 movie paradoxically chooses to use extremely tight face-shots for just about every character routine. It is frustrating and claustrophobic to watch a movie where cats who are supposed to be expressing their character through movement are shown from only the shoulders up, just standing there singing into a camera - and this frustration is paramount at the Grizabella sequences.  Jennifer Hudson, singing her absolute heart out with tears pouring down her face, is still emotionally lacking because of the terrible cinematography refusing to show her doing any actual acting. I was so distracted by the mucus running down her face that I couldn’t even connect with her. I thought the costuming of Grizabella was very well done, but you barely got to see any of it. Overall a very disappointing performance, because Hudson was doing all the right things, and it could have been great if the movie had met her even halfway. Macavity the Mystery Cat Played by the incredible Idris Elba, Macavity underwent some heavy changes and expansion in this new movie. He’s the main antagonist of the play, and most of his antics like committing serious crimes and alluding the police are sung about as rumors but doesn’t himself sing, and actually doesn’t have any speaking lines in the play, adding to his mysterious character. When he eventually appears, he battles with Munkustrap and steals Deuteronomy (who is brought back by Mistoffelees). Macavity is usually depicted with vibrant clashing colors, wild hair, and uses quick threatening movements, while the Idris Elba version rein-visioned him as extremely sleek, black-furred, and sly and cunning, often emerging from the shadows to tempt other cats with their vices. He is given numerous speaking lines, and his villainy is expanded on as he kidnaps the other cats in an attempt to be the chosen Jellicle. I actually quite like this interpretation of the character, and it makes him a little more relatable instead of the vicious enigma he is in the play.  Something of note is just how literally the new movie took the rumors of Macavity’s powers. His abilities, which were muted and used sparingly in the play, were used constantly and without hesitation in this movie. He spends most of his time teleporting other characters and creating illusions, but then uses trickery to try and win the Jellicle ball, and fails to demonstrate his power of levitation when it really matters. So whether he does or doesn’t have real powers seems to be.. situational to say the least. Another thing I want to point out is just how uncomfortably sudden Macavity’s reveal is. He spends most of the movie in the shadows hidden under an oversized coat and hat, and then suddenly appears at the Jellicle ball without any disguise on whatsoever. Idris Elba is a damn fine looking dude, and you can clearly see his very human-shaped abs beneath his sleek Macavity fur, which is so close to his actual skintone that I’ve seen him described as “extra naked” and it’s pretty accurate. You just really aren’t prepared for this moment when it happens. Growltiger This guy is a rough and rowdy pirate-esque character with a dramatic love life. His segment was cut from the ‘98 film, so seeing the play in person is just about the only way to experience it. Because of this, it’s probable that many people may not even be aware of this character, so I was pretty excited to hear that he would be featured in the 2019 movie. Growltiger is quite overdue for his time in the mainstream spotlight. Turns out, unfortunately, Growltiger's Last Stand is not what you get. His appearance in the movie is more or less a cameo with a short introduction, and the rest of the time he’s serving as Macavity‘s henchman in the background. This is based on the 2015 revival of him as a dock worker, but I feel it was a weak representation of his character, and really wish he’d been shown in a better light. The movie cuts out pretty much every fight scene, and Growltiger‘s would have been dramatic and fun to watch, especially after Gus’s reminiscing. Instead, he was kind of lazily thrown into a river by Gus, who previously bragged about playing the role of Growltiger on stage, which is kind of an interesting juxtaposition if you don’t think about it too hard. Old Deuteronomy A surprising change was the decision to make Deuteronomy female, played by Judi Dench. I love old grandpa Deuteronomy, but this didn’t really bother me. Deuteronomy is a wise, beloved leader of the Jellicles and there’s not really anything integral about the character that says they couldn’t be female. Deuteronomy carries himself with dignity, but isn’t afraid to dance along with the songs of the other more lively cats, and Judi Dench certainly has an air of authority and respect about her. The character’s songs are reflective and thought-provoking, but once again, the 2019 movie fails to make any of these sequences actually entertaining. The absolute worst part of the entire movie comes at the very end, when Deuteronomy makes horrific, unblinking eye contact with the camera, and slowly talks her way through the Ad-Dressing of Cats. This is absolutely bewildering considering how the movie deliberately sets up Victoria as a main character in place of the audience, only to completely chuck that out the window of a moving car just to break the 4th wall in the most uncomfortable way possible and directly address the audience anyway. What is even the point? I can’t imagine there’s a single person that would watch that and be okay with it. The Ad-Dressing of Cats is supposed to be a cute, fun little recap of everything the cats supposedly taught you, but this movie made it feel like a lecturing stare-down. Other notes The Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles was cut entirely from the movie, which is fine because it isn’t integral to the story or anything, considering it was also cut from the stage play when I saw it live. I kind of shudder to think of how The Great Rumpus Cat would have been interpreted in this movie, so I think we were all probably spared some indignities.  While this movie was watchable and certainly an interesting take on the play, it creatively added very little and only succeeded in making me desperately want to go watch the ‘98 musical. I thought at least this movie would be a fun soundtrack to view, but many of the songs just didn’t have the punchiness, joy, charm, or energy that I’m used to. There were parts of it that I liked enough to say this isn’t the worst movie I’ve ever seen, but that’s not exactly a glowing review. From the perspective of a theatre fan and a furry: If I want to see CATS, I’m most certainly going to choose the filmed musical over this new movie any day.  I’m infinitely more charmed by the graceful 80′s style dancers of the play than I am by the uncanny valley, painfully human cat-people of the new movie (and honestly I haven’t seen a single piece of fanart for it, so that really tells you all you need to know).

[eightiesrockbaby]

Dreams of an Insomniac

Pairing: Nikki x Reader

Description: Your brother, Vince, let you ride with his new band after you decided to run away from home. Though, he did have a few rules. And you were prone to breaking every single one of them. 

Genre: Idk, kinda sad kinda smutty?

Word Count: 2,166

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol and sex.

Click here to find my masterpost!

Notes: I’m thinking about making a part two of this? Maybe Vince would catch them in the act, find out about them from a newspaper article? Idk lmao, enjoy <3

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The bus hummed quietly underneath your bunk as it continued down the dark, windy road. You huffed loudly, projecting your frustrations into the confined space. You weren’t frustrated at the situation - anything but, in fact - rather, at the difficulty of falling asleep. It had been like that ever since you’d joined the tour a couple weeks back.

Maybe the bus was to blame. The road had too many twists and turns for the large vehicle to handle, and the rain battered off it as though someone was throwing pebbles. Or maybe you were still focussed on your parents; the empty house they’d woken up to, the goodbye note you’d left on the kitchen counter.

Despite the worries that leaving them caused, you knew it was the right thing to do. And Vince left too, in a fashion. He gave them some warning at least, and a record deal to keep him going in terms of money. You didn’t give or have either of those things; you left because you were pushed, not because you were pulled.

For once Vince was the considerate older brother, when you told him you wanted to leave home he offered to help. Said you could ride with the band until you landed some place you wanted to stay. It was the least he could do, according to himself anyway.

You sighed again, pushing the duvet down to the bottom of the bunk and into a crumpled heap. You had decided to get a drink, maybe it would help you sleep. At this point, anything was worth a try.

The curtain separating the bunks was thin, so tip-toeing to the living room area was probably the best option. You didn’t want to wake anyone. Don’t get yourself wrong, the guys were nice and all. Just, it still felt somewhat uncomfortable when you were alone with them without Vince.

He had made the mistake of introducing you to the guys post-show. In other words, when everyone was drunk and high off their asses. 

Tommy made a couple of passes at you that night, saying he’d fuck you if you weren’t Vince’s sister. Something about fucking you would be like doing it with Vince anyway. You guessed it was the chick hairstyle he’d been sporting the past few months.

Mick never really spoke to you - he kept very much to himself. He talks more to you now, making sure you’ve had a semi-decent breakfast on the road and asking if you have to pee every time the bus stops. It wasn’t the best conversation, but it was something. Occasionally you’d poke fun at your brother together. Okay, that was more than occasionally.

Nikki slipped you smack that night - successfully, of course. Not that you wouldn't have asked around for some anyway. You two were eerily similar; same hair colour, humour, taste in drugs etc. Maybe the last one was nothing to brag about, but it was a similarity nonetheless.

The floor was cold as your bare feet made their way across it. You kept your head down as you entered the room to make sure you didn't step on any discarded clothes or empty bottles. The bus was a constant mess. Just like Vince’s bedroom used to be back home.

“Can’t sleep?” you heard a voice question. It was followed by a dark chuckle as you visibly jumped from it’s unexpectedness. After all, you did think you were the only one awake. 

You looked up to see Nikki sitting at the wooden dining table glancing back at you with a faint smile. There were papers sprawled all over the space - some ripped, or scrunched into balls.

You took the seat opposite him, nodding in response to his question. He chewed the lid of his pen and placed his other hand on top of a bottle of Jack. 

“Want some?” He asked, “old people use it as a nightcap.”

You laughed and nodded again before resting your head in your hands. Nikki reached round the side of him where the glasses were kept, grabbing one and filling it for you. Of course, he poured one for himself too. The man was nothing without his drink. Apparently.

He screwed the lid back on the bottle and motioned for you to take a glass. You did as he said, taking a large gulp and grimacing at the taste. Not your favourite to say the least. 

“So, why can’t you sleep?”

Nikki tended to ask a lot of questions; was quite interested when it came to other people’s lives. But God help you if you asked him anything personal. The ball would be on the roof before you could even toss it. He was somewhat of a mystery man.

“Could ask you the same question,” you tried, taking another sip of your drink.

“You could, but I asked first.” 

He had a way of getting things out of you; he was the first one - other than Vince, obviously - that you had explained your situation to. He was nice about it, too. Surprised you a little, considering he could come off as somewhat apathetic at times. 

“Just,” you struggled to find the right words, “it’s lonely.” 

Nikki looked up at you puzzled. Maybe a little hurt, too. The two of you had had the occasional movie moment in the past few weeks you’d spent together. With that, it meant that you would make eyes at each other from across the room, or simply let one take a bite of the other’s food. Little things nobody else noticed, or so you hoped. 

“I mean, you and the guys are great, but, I miss my girl friends. And my boyfriend.”

You looked down at the glass in hand and swirled the dark liquid. It wasn’t strictly him you missed, rather, it was the affection he gave. And the sex, oh god, the sex.

Vince didn’t like seeing you sleep around, and considering you were technically on his tour, you went along with his rules for the most part. Obviously you still gave the occasional blowjob in grubby club toilets, or maybe you’d get fingered behind the venue. But it wasn’t anything like you got up to back home - it was a sorry excuse if you were being honest.

Nikki coughed slightly before speaking up, “you uh, you have a boyfriend?”

You knew what he was getting at, considering you had never mentioned one before. Though, it hadn’t really come up in conversation. He knew if he asked you if you had a boyfriend, it would make it obvious that he liked you. And Nikki Sixx doesn’t do obvious. Not with relationships anyway; pretty sure the only people he’s said ‘I love you’ to was your brother, Tommy and Mick. 

But you know a hopeless romantic when you see one. Rather, when you meet one. And it wasn’t just because you knew he liked you - anyone could tell that from a mile off. Apart from Vince, who liked to pretend he didn’t notice anything between the two of you. 

No, you could see it in the way Nikki treated the women he slept with. It was different from how your brother would - oh, Vince sure treated girls like shit for someone who would punch a guy for treating you the same. Mick was the complete opposite; he didn’t have a girlfriend and rarely slept with random women either, not even the nice ones. And Tommy, well Tommy was a hopeless romantic too. Except it was so easy to tell - poor guy wore his heart on his sleeve. 

“I did. Or, well, I do? I don’t know really. We never explicitly broke up but then again we never explicitly asked each other out in the first place. It was always weird between us - but we had a good run.”

The older boy listened to you ramble, not interrupting even once. It was almost out of character.

“Well, it’s not like you’re going to see him any time soon,” Nikki spoke in a low voice. Whisper-like; flirtatious.

He stood up from opposite you, making you budge up so he could sit beside you in the booth-like diner seat. You turned to face him, the two of you now inches away from each other. Although, he seemed timid - nervous, almost. His words came out in quite the contradictory fashion, however.

“My advice would be to fuck him out of your system, you know. Maybe I could even help you?” Nikki suggested smugly.

You knew it was unlikely for anything real to happen between you and Nikki. He was a complicated man, and everyone had warned you not to get too close. As if you could.

But alas, you weren’t looking for a relationship anyway. So maybe Nikki’s offer was the best way to go about things for now. You had enjoyed the game of teasing the two of you had played over the past few weeks though, so you continued such.

“I don’t know, he was pretty special to me...” you lifted your arms off the table and wrapped them around Nikki’s neck to play with the strands of hair that fell down onto his back.

“Maybe it would take a few tries,” You said, matching Nikki’s earlier low and seductive tone. 

His lips turned up into a sly smile, humming in response and leaning in to rest your forehead’s together. Your breathing hitched, your mind almost wiped of all but this sweet moment.

Almost.

The two of you had your eyes closed now, both ghosting over each other’s lips yet neither confident enough to make the first move. But then he couldn’t take it any longer; the lust, the wait, the hunger - it was all too much.

Nikki leaned in, pressing his lips to yours faintly, testing the waters. You kissed back immediately, hands moving from around his neck to either side of his face. He moaned slightly in response and did the same, deepening the kiss as he went.

Eventually, he pulled back for air. You whimpered. He didn’t deprive you of touch for long, mouth now attaching itself to your neck. You threw your head back, almost completely entranced in the moment. 

Almost.

You couldn’t ignore it any longer, Vince’s words swimming around your head. 

“Nikki...” you dragged his name out, hoping to make him stop. However, it came out as more of a moan and hence didn’t work in your favour. 

Your hands roamed his body, tilting your head down and beginning to undo the buttons of his red shirt. It was part of the inner conflict; you knew you shouldn’t be doing this  - Vince would surely kill you...and Nikki, but it felt so good. So fucking good. 

“Nikki what about Vince?” You spoke breathlessly, helping the older boy slide his shirt off his tanned shoulders. 

He only chuckled in response, stopping his work on your neck and beginning to play with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. It was all you were wearing, and common sense had kicked in enough to push his hands down when he tried to lift it above your head. 

Nikki whined, now realising that you had wanted a real answer to your question as opposed to a grunt. 

“It’ll be fine, doll. It’ll all be fine, I promise.” He smiled at you, panting and pupils blown, still sporting an undeniably coquettish expression. 

And that was all it took. Your green eyes darted towards the bunks - thankful that Nikki had the bigger room at the back of the bus. He followed your stare and stood up from his seat at the booth, sticking his hand out for you. You took it firmly, butterflies swarming in your stomach at the gesture. In a good way, of course. 

He led you to the back of the bus, the two of you making sure to be as quiet as possible. Which was pretty hard for Nikki when you groped him through his leather trousers. Originally it was for a laugh, though you couldn’t help but enjoy the reaction it got out of him. 

The door opened. The door closed. It was a split second before Nikki had pushed you on to the bed, you lifting your t-shirt up to expose yourself. All naked, except a pair of black lacy underwear. Though they were soon to disappear, too. 

Nikki reattached himself to your neck as you worked on unlacing the crotch of his trousers - which was proving to be a somewhat difficult task. You eventually managed to slip them halfway down his legs, contently watching his every move as he stood up to discard them completely. 

He stood at the side of the bed and stared at you hungrily before you put your palm on his chest to entice him back to bed. You liked it when he looked down at you like that, the proud grin on his face as he knew he had eventually gotten his way with you.

And oh god, were you glad about that.