#the silver and gold vibes… if I think really hard and reach so far this too can be jb

[swordmaid]

they saw u from across the room and they really liked ur vibe (they’re gonna rob you later)

[missvifdor]

(The continuation of this post where during a spell class a portal opened and the boys' female doubles as well as MC's appeared in the class) (I think I could make it an independent "story" for the adventures of my MC /OC /YUU)

My MC /OC /YUU and his double crossing the gaze in the class: * Double bi panic *

*Now we will have to find a solution to bring these young ladies and this gentleman back to their reality, but in the meantime here is the look of our twisted guys if they were girls*

Dorm leaders:

Riddle: Looks both serious and cute, with a round cheeky face and big eyes with long thick lashes as well as a pretty pixie haircut. Obviously she stays small but is always bigger than my MC OC YUU, her voice both soft and sharp, a very interesting contrast.

Leona: Made more of a woman than a young girl, still has magnificent hair, bewitching eyes and has a very toned and nicely muscular body. His voice is deep with that tone both seductive and bored. She knows perfectly well that she is beautiful, that she has charm and adores the handset with her immense intelligence. It's an absolutely formidable combo. She is the same height as her male double.

Azul: Gives that mafia-like aura (Or Sugar Mummy), with her hair styled in an impeccable bun and her tailor that is both professional and flatters her gorgeous figure perfectly. Her smile is both sweet and dangerous. But we all know that deep down she is a sweet girl who needs reassurance and who needs to realize how smart, hardworking, and beautiful she is (and we know any of us don't would stop proving it to her). She must be two or three centimeters shorter than her male double.

Kalim: She's still a sun ball and a full cinnamon roll! So positive and supportive! Tie up her long silver hair with a cute headband and always do her makeup in warm tones (where instead Jamil helps her with her makeup like that). Always wears tons of gold bracelets on her wrists and ankles, is very tactile, and has no problem cuddling the people she loves and appreciates! Is the kind of friend who makes sure you eat well and that you don't miss anything. (I can see her thinking that she and Jamil have more of a sister relationship than a master and servant relationship). Is exactly the same size as her male double.

Vil: Let's be honest here, Vil would be the most gorgeous woman who hasn't set foot at Night Raven College for decades after The Beautiful Queen! You almost feel like she's straight out of a fashion magazine but no, it's just that our Reine des Poisons takes so much care of her and works so hard to come to such potential! Her magnificent hair would reach her shoulders, her voice would be as beautiful as honey on a slice of bread and her makeup and manicure would be as perfect as it gets! Maybe she would be a little taller than her male double (even without heels). (I don't know why but apart from her care and makeup, I also see her very well making her own jewelry as well as her perfume).

Idia: Haired with two long, fiery quilts, she would be more the type to have an e-girl style but with very loose clothes that would not show her forms (the poor one does not realize that she has the potential to become a model for lingerie). Her voice would be both sweet and high-pitched, and she could also be smaller than her male double. (And Husbando, so many Husbando!). Doesn't trust her smile because of her sharp teeth but that is her charm and she is so fucking cute! Maybe she would be more organized and manic than her double even if her room would still be in a very big mess (at least she didn't leave her underwear lying around in plain sight, she would die of shame if anyone saw the cute and childish little designs on it).

Malleus: This woman ... Would be exactly the same size as her male double! And she would be so beautiful and elegant! With long black hair that she would let hang down her back, as well as her incredible figure! (Also gives those Magical Sugar Mummy vibes). His voice, by all the gods ... The most sensual and that playful note we've ever heard. Her voice is also so deep and sweet (let's not even talk about her laugh or I'll die of happiness). Still gives that awesome and intimidating impression on people but is so sweet when you get to know her (Always make that adorable pout when she's sad or upset, you feel like hugging her tight and telling her that even though she is scary in the early days, she's the sweetest person we've ever met!).

The Vice-leader:

Trey: Don't lie to each other, give these married vibes over and over again. But beware, also hides his game very well because in private ... 🥵. Her beautiful hair tied in a ponytail and her voice in playful tones. Would be the type to wear stockings with his uniform and is the same size as his male double. Smells like cake and vanilla, it's both so nice and it also makes you so hungry!

Ruggie: Is quite skinny because as we know Ruggie often endures difficult months. Short and messy hair, has a cheerful voice and an infectious laugh (Quite fond of pretty things in the background, but since she doesn't have much money, she can't really afford it. If she could, she would certainly treat herself to some pretty hair accessories). Perhaps an unacknowledged Tsundere side. Since she cannot feed herself properly for someone her age, she is most certainly smaller than the average for a Beast Woman. Would probably like to have a cuter look, unfortunately she can't afford it as she doesn't want to look "weak".

Jade: Holy shit, this woman is so dangerous and sweetly sadistic, if you ever pique her interest and she likes you on top of that, I'm sorry for you. Her body is certainly muscular and graceful (She also has quite incredible strength). Has long, wavy hair that she wears half-loose and is exactly the same height as her male double. Her voice and at the same time so soft and cold, you don't know if you should feel comfortable or on the contrary, run as far as possible. Obviously loves going for long hikes, (Her legs are so muscular, if she catches you with that, you won't be able to go anywhere). His tone is so teasing, you can't resist him for long.

Jamil: Very tall, even a few inches taller than her male double. Just like Trey, she smells so good, like cinnamon. Has a fairly athletic build, and remained a very, very good dancer. Very skillful, maybe makes her own wrist and ankle bracelets, also wears a lot of jewelry (not as expensive as Kalim's, but still very pretty and it shows her really well, especially the snake designs ), also wears a lot of ear piercings. His hair is very long, silky, and worn the same way as the male Jamil (maybe with extra pearls in his hair). Her voice is deep (sensual) and with a note of irony and sarcasm. Her make up apply lightly but always in such beautiful warm tones (she also highlights her cheekbones), especially with eyeliner to highlight her intense gaze.

Rook: His hair is worn in the same way as the male Rook, also wears a multitude of hats as well as pretty earrings. Likes to tease those around her, smiling and bright. Has a French accent, of course. But remains someone dangerous in the end. Is the same height as her double, is athletic, skillful and has excellent eyesight (Normal for a hunter). See beauty in everything and everyone! Don't you think you're handsome? Rook will give you ten points for why she thinks you are beautiful and why you should stop thinking that way because otherwise she will stalk you until you accept this truth. Her voice is happy and confident, deep and warm. May like to wear accessories like long socks with natural or animal designs. Specialized in throwing knives.

Ortho: So cute! The little sister you will want to protect at the risk of your life! So smart and friendly, curious too. Wears a cute fiery pixie hairstyle and has a cheerful, thin voice. Is so small and skinny.

Lilia: Oh boy ... see Draculaura from Monster Hight? She has the same look. So much into jokes, loves to surprise people to scare them. Her voice contrasts completely with her appearance since it is deep and velvety. Same size as her male double. Even though she looks so young, she still acts like a child mom. (Obviously, is always so bad in the kitchen, she brings out stuff, sometimes you are afraid that it will come to life to devour you). Despite her jokes, she is still very good advice and listens.

The rest of our boys:

Cater: If fashionable, is certainly a great influencer. Cater pays so much attention to everything, especially the little details and accessories that she wear. Makeup always on top and colorful, could become a model if she wanted. Is smaller than her male double. Joyful and higher pitched voice, her hair is a bundle of silky curls always worn in a cute way (Like Ariana Grande). (Has a multitude of fans and contenders) carefree and likes to give cute or silly nicknames to people she loves and appreciates. Would be the type to flirt with his friends for fun. Probably has a passion for nail art and would be so proud to show off her designs on her Magicam account! Would act with the first years like a big sister although she is not always good advice. She is so teasing.

Ace: Short, messy hair! Pretty tomboy style, enjoys teasing others too much for his own good, always smiling like shit and communicative. Is a sporty person, and quite arrogant, maybe also a little Tsundere side. Is a hopeless hideaway romantic. Even though she likes to do her makeup, she doesn't like taking fifteen years to do it and does the minimum required. Of course has a more feminine side when she's out of school, but honestly, feminine clothes are never practical for big movements. Act confidently but not too deep down. Her voice is happy and dynamic. Is one or two centimeters smaller than her male double. Likes to wear necklaces and chokers. Rather skinny but not as much as Ruggie.

Deuce: So sweet and so want to do her best to make her mom proud of her. Wearing long hair tied in a low ponytail, her voice is high-pitched and strong. Is quite tall (even taller than her male double). Read romance books on the sly but can't help herself when someone finds out. Probably already dyed his hair blonde during his delinquent period and dyed it before entering Night Raven College. Likes to wear barrettes in her hair, also does her best with her makeup but was not used to it before (it was mainly Ace who taught her everything she knows). Secretly loves wearing skirts and dresses, she hasn't been able to experience it before because she didn't think it would look pretty on her (But she's actually pretty). Certainly be shy and insecure when she finds new people, afraid of doing things badly. Blushes so easily that it is funny. When his delinquent side resurfaces, his voice becomes more serious, threatening, his posture leaves no room for shyness! She might want to change for the better, but that doesn't mean she's going to let others do if they want to bully her!

Jack: Do you see Jasper in the Steven Universe? You now have Jack as a woman. She is muscular and strong! The part she's most proud of is her muscular back! His silvery hair his savage and remained indomitable (But that gives him a crazy charm). Don't take shit from people and still is a Tsundere. But her wagging tail always betrayed her about her emotions, as well as her ears. Same size as her male double. Secretly loves cute things and certainly has an army of adorable stuffed animals in her room in Savanaclaw. Wears a biker style, and because she lives in a cold region with her family, she doesn't get cold easily, so her muscular arms are uncovered all the time (for your viewing pleasure 😏). Her voice is serious, so serious! But if you're friends, you definitely hear that thoughtful little note in her voice. If his male version is the Best Boy, his female version is the Best Girl! She takes care of those she loves and is always ready to help!

Floyd: Is exactly the same size as his male double. Wear her hair short cut in a boyish style (she doesn't have the time or the energy to dwell on her hair). Her voice has high notes, especially when she finds something or someone cute! Very expressive, has no filter. Like her sister, she is muscular and graceful. Her dress style could be similar to those of men in the 40's (she much prefers masculine clothes because it is more comfortable and she doesn't have to worry about her chest with large shirts. does not have to wear a bra!). Love accessories like earrings or piercings. Has immense strength and doesn't always control it. Dislikes makeup, she doesn't want to bother with it (but finds it charming on others, that's just her personal opinion). If its male version is not to be upset, it also works with its female version! Especially when it is at this time of the month, run away poor fools!

Epel: The same problem as with its male version! Except that instead of being manly, she wants us to find her sexy and not cute! All her life in her hometown has not to stop telling her that she was cute! Really ? Was she nothing else ?! She wants people she finds attractive to find her sexy, not cute! Just because she is petite, because she has big, innocent eyes and a round, youthful face, doesn't mean it's her definition of beauty or femininity! Much like her appearance, her voice is cute, slender. Her hair is long, wavy and held up with a red ribbon in an elegant manner. Compare to her male version, Vil lets her speak with her accent because it is one of her charm assets. Her face is decorated with delicate freckles. Is quite skinny with a tiny bit of shape but not a lot (let's say she has a lot more than Riddle). Epel is a little smaller than the male Epel, but not much.

Silver: She is the equivalent of Disney Princess Aurora. Except that, unlike, even if she falls asleep anywhere, she doesn't need a knight to protect her, she is her own knight! Remain a formidable swordsman! In spite of everything, remains someone calm and taciturn, very easygoing. She is very fond of animals and as they naturally flock to her, she is very happy about this fact. Wear her hair up to the shoulders and tie it in a ponytail for practice. She has a fairly toned body, but not too much. Her voice is soft and measured. She is much smaller than her male double.

Sebek: Acts hard but is so soft in the end. Looks pissed off all the time but that's just her natural expression. Wears her hair like her male version, and is the same size. Her voice carries so far, it's very impressive the first time you hear her! It is a bit sharp, but not in an unpleasant way. Carries so much esteem and respect towards Malleus, she would also like so much to be like her but she would never dare to compare herself to her! Blushes so hard and so quickly if you press the right buttons, it's so funny to see her get annoyed! Her figure is quite toned and sporty.

And finally, My MC /OC /YUU: Just like his female version, he wears round glasses, is always 150cm tall and has long wavy hair. Has fairly broad shoulders and is slightly muscular without really being so. Does everything possible to make girls feel comfortable and safe in his presence! He knows how exhausting the life and daily life of women is because of societal pressures and the male gaze. He knows that because of assholes, women are afraid of men and are afraid to even be in the same room as them, so he will do his best to ensure that she never feels that way around him! And if someone has the audacity to make one of them feel these feelings, oh boy ... that person won't last long! He was raised by his mother alone, and she taught him respect, consent and righteous values. He is an ally, so rest assured 😊😉. His voice is soft and serious (Also watching him get angry and argued in French is quite impressive! The sound of Rs in his mouth sounds even more aggressive).

[akiraink-no]

Empires SMP-Spirts/Fae AU

Hey! So I was watching Shubble’s stream(right after her first episode and as she was playing, I got some ideas for the Empires SMP!  Note: I haven’t watched everyone’s episodes on Empires, but I highly suggest that you check them all out. Pearl and Gem’s videos on Empires are some of my favorites, but I also love Shubble, Scott, fWhip, and Pixlriffs.

Initial World-building:  I like to think that the Empires SMP is a story of spirits/fae/royal courts. For example some of the players would be spirits or fae creatures. (Think Scott, Shubble, Jimmy?? And maybe Pixl), and the rest would be normal, human players that are royals. (Again, fWhip, Mythical, Pearl, Katherine, Joey, Gem, etc…)  I’ll start with the fae creatures first and if I’m up to it, I’ll post my ideas for the others. 

Scott Smajor: Ice/Wind

So in my head, I like to think that Scott is a fae creature from the court of ice and wind. (Mostly because ice powers are cool and because he’s in a mountain). He has explicitly stated that he’s building in an elven sort of style, which can still match with him being from a fae court. 

Personality: 

I would like to say he’s cold, calculating, and even ruthless or cruel at times (He murdered Gem after she died, guys, come on). He sees the people around him as assets that can help him, but he doesn’t form a real connection with any of them just yet. Everything is very strict and formal around him

I like to think that because wind spirits are pretty mischievous and free spirited, he has a softer side to him as well. He likes to pull pranks, but doesn’t know when too far is too far. His pranks can border on cruel and sometimes insensitive, but it’s because wind/ice spirits are probably the most detached from the other spirits

Appearance:

As for his appearance, I’m taking his skin as part of my inspiration. I like the idea of him in whites, blues, golds, and silvers. He has a crown of diamond shards that mimic ice and is held together with silver and gold that mimic branches. His robes are mostly white(representing snow) and there would be a trim of blue for the skies above his lands. He might have either arm bands, bracelets, or rings that are made of silver or gold(representing the times when the sun or moon hits the snow). 

Powers(?)

Because Scott is an ice/wind spirit, I think it would be cool if parts of him would reflect that. Maybe his skin is super pale and cold to the touch. Maybe he doesn’t wear furry coats because he doesn’t get cold. 

The air around him gets colder when he’s angry or stressed, and if he gets really pissed, he could make it start to snow around him. When he’s sad, ice starts to freeze the ground under his feet or plants around him. Maybe it gets windy when he’s happy or dies down when something shocks him

I also think it’d be cool if he had like… frost walker(?) on his feet. Like the water freezes should he get too close and he doesn’t even realize it until someone points it out. It makes travel easy for him, but also an annoyance when he is doing a build or getting a bucket of water

Shubble: Nature/Decay

So Shubble’s kingdom/empire is called the Undergrowth. When I think of that, I think of mushrooms, soil, roots, and trees. It’s pretty close to what she’s planning right now. Her style of building gives me very cottage core vibes that’s very overgrown. I like to think that she’s a nature spirit because she has said that nature provides and that just seems like a very spirit thing to say. 

So I know I said decay, but when it comes to decay, it has an interesting look to everyone. Sometimes it’s bleached bones and withered grass, sometimes it’s spongy soil and mushrooms. I like to think that Shubble is the kinder side to decay(That’s saved for someone else). Something that must happen for the cycle of life to continue, she isn’t ruthless or cruel, she’s just trying to help the earth along.

Personality: 

Shubble would be very kind, sweet, and overall very trusting. That doesn’t mean she’s stupid or naive, it just means she’s willing to be kind to people first and give them chances to show their kindness. (I spent a long time in her chat during her streams and… yeah, wholesome energy). 

She doesn’t see the people around her as assets and rather hopes to make friends rather than enemies. I won’t say she forms connections quickly(mostly because I haven’t seen her interact with others just yet). But she is very trusting. (remember fWhips potatoes and Pearl’s shovel). During her stream after her first episode aired, she talked about hoping to be friends with Katherine from House Blossom and is aiming to stay as peaceful as possible during the time of the server. 

Appearance: 

So I haven’t seen her skin yet(mostly because this is coming out before we see it.) But she’s using a lot of browns, yellows, greens, and reds. I would like to say that her outfit would sort of reflect that. Instead of a crown of precious gems and metals, it’s maybe a crown of twigs, branches, leaves, and maybe some smaller mushrooms. (Antlers would be cool, so… ) 

I don’t think a dress would work, since she does a lot of work around her base. (Her stream was having her working with trees, leaves, and mining), so I think maybe a pair of overalls (maybe a brown?), a yellow/red undershirt and maybe a dark green jacket. Her outfit would be perfect for her to get on her hands and knees and dig into the earth(Gardener! Shubble). 

Powers:

I feel like because Shubble has this overall sweet and kind energy, I think mushrooms would grow from around her feet. Maybe she can sense when things are about to pass on and tries to make them as comfortable as possible. She can communicate with the earth below her(again, nature provides), and can speak with the animals to some degree

I would like to see spore blossoms react to her. Since spores are also the seeds for mushrooms, it’d just make sense in my head. Maybe she can coax plants to bloom or grow slightly faster around her if she’s happy. Maybe when she’s sad, things start to wilt or shrivel up. Her anger makes things die or age rapidly around her. Her touch can either harm or heal. Knitting the body’s wounds or it could tear into them, causing them agony. 

Jimmy: Ghosts/Decay

I like to think that maybe Jimmy started out human. Or maybe he’s half human. Like one of his parents was human and the other was a fae. (It would certainly explain his skin) 

Personality:

So I haven’t watched a lot of Jimmy, but I wanted to get this off my chest because it’s been in my head for a while now. I think Jimmy, like Shubble, is trusting. Not as much as Shubble, but he does aim for friendship first and then enemy second. So, maybe he’s an opportunist instead. 

Another thing that he might be is petty or spiteful(see his and Sausage’s argument over a music disc). Another ruler might negotiate or bargain their way to what they want, but I think that either Jimmy is pretty young(for fae standards) or his mixed bloodline makes it hard for him to act with a clearer head. It’s pretty clear that he wants others to take him seriously, but at the same time, he can act very impulsive and rashly(See all of 3rd life). 

Appearance: 

It’s pretty clear that Jimmy has that green tinge to his skin. But I think he would have colours such as green(for obvious reasons), browns, and maybe some greys(for clay in the swamp). He wouldn’t have a crown, instead, he’d have a set of gills on each side of his neck. Since I like to think that he swims around in the swamp to talk to the cod in his kingdom. 

For more formal events, he might have a brown cloak and pants with a rich green tunic. He doesn’t look the most royal, but maybe that’s okay because he doesn’t want to be seen as super royal to the rest of his kingdom. Maybe he feels like if he appears to be too royal, the people of his kingdom wouldn’t approach him. 

Powers: 

So Jimmy’s was pretty difficult. Swamps aren’t like ice and wind or nature. But he is a spirit of decay. A less kind version of decay, but not overall cruel. Maybe his decay strikes faster than Shubbles. Where she is understanding and aims to help those along, Jimmy is buried with memories, sunken bodies, and ghostly apparitions. 

So maybe he can see the dead, ghosts who haven’t passed on and simply wander his empire. His eyes glow a faint green whenever he talks to them and tries to aid them to move on to the afterlife.When he’s happy, he shines in the dark backdrop of the swamp, drawing more of the dead, eager to pass on. 

Maybe his anger results in ghostly wails or being dragged into the soft earth around his home. His sadness draws more of the dead to his area, even if they didn’t die there. His pain and grief is like a blackhole, pulling souls in and forcing them to stick around, stuck in his orbit. Maybe a certain few stayed because he was the first one who spoke to them, who reached out to them, who made an effort. 

Pixlriffs:Time/Death

So Pixlriffs has said that he wants to watch over the others deaths with his vigil and he lives in a desert, so I thought they would work with each other. When you think of time, you think of hourglasses, they have sand so that’s the connection I made. 

Personality: 

So Pix has shown an unhinged side to his overall calm and collected composure.(Example, Episode Ten, I think?) His: I sent five people to their deaths and they granted me wings(paraphrased) line is both chilling and is also perfect for a spirit of time/death. 

He, like Scott, is a bit disconnected from the others. Not by accident or nature, but by choice. As a spirit of time and death, he sees the clocks above everyone’s heads, knowing when their last breaths will be taken and when those clocks finally stop. 

It’s not that he’s apathetic to his fellow kings and queens, but rather he is scared. He doesn’t want to form connections only to see them disappear like a drop of sand in a desert. He wishes to honour the people who have weaseled their way into his heart. So he keeps the vigil to count their deaths and remind them that they will not be forgotten. Pixl is a watcher, an overseer that is afraid of the day his friends will pass on and leave him alone. 

Appearance:

The man calls himself the copper king, so I have to have those shades of copper in his outfits somewhere. Teal, brown(for bronze), and those shades between (for copper)are very good(both in builds and on clothes). I also think that pale yellow(representing the sand) is also a nice touch and green for his lush gardens is also a wonderful tone. 

He has a cape that is mostly teal(I’m thinking the shift between the third to final stage) with a bronze belt. The pale yellow would be his shirt and his pants would be a darker brown. Matching his boots. 

I think he would have a crown with pale yellow crystals(yellow zircon or topaz) with bronze wires making up the rest of the crown. Maybe there are pieces of turquoise or aquamarine, that would be cool too. 

Powers: 

The man is basically a watcher. He has wings and can see through time. Like I said before, he can see the clocks ticking above the other players’ heads. Seeing how long they have until their last breath. Pixl is equal parts chaotic and calm. So I think he has a good control over his emotions. 

When he’s stressed things start to wilt under his feet(another reason he lives in a desert), in his anger, he can cause death. Maybe he’s just an omen or something that draws in death. (See his end raiding attempts one and two). I like to think that maybe he has the ability to hold flames or make small ones(just for his candles), he isn’t violent or uses them to hurt others. He simply just uses them to light his candles. 

He’s more than capable with his other abilities. 

This is all I have for now. If I decide to do the others, I’ll add a link to this post. I’d appreciate some information or ideas for the other players since I haven’t had the chance to touch down on all of them. If you have any ideas, feel free to send them to me too!

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: [Volume 3, Chp. 5]

"Smells good and feels nice Warm to touch and mostly good to mention Like sunny days it's warm and light Now it's time to release the tension…"

Omar – "Best By Far"

"Salud!"

Erik clinked his wineglass with the Korean woman next to him then glanced down at the delicious meal that sat before him. The beef bourguignon had diced carrots, pearl onions, mushrooms, and bacon. It sat on a sliced toasted and buttered baguette right next to roasted red potatoes and sauteed broccolini dusted with red pepper flakes and a grated French Gruyère cheese topping. He sliced into the tender beef and took his first bite. He immediately tasted the thyme, bay leaves, sage, and sea salt. His mouth watered and he closed his eyes while chewing. The savory flavors made him think of the meals his father prepared with his mother. Food was family to him, and exquisite meals humbled him. What could Disa not do?

Erik sipped the glass of water next to his plate to cleanse his pallet before he tucked into the broccolini and potatoes. Around him, he heard the loud clanks of silverware going to work and the moans of satisfied dinner guests.

"Exceptional dinner tonight, a toast to Disa!"

Hollis held up his wineglass and all the others followed suit. There were twelve people around the enormous mahogany dining table. Disa sat in the middle of the table with Hollis on the end seat and Yamilet on the other end. There was so much food and wine and the guests took their time with the meal with great conversation. Erik felt uncomfortable being seated next to Alexis. Her man flanked her other side, and she kept bumping her warm thigh against Erik's.

The rapid-fire conversations made Erik feel in his element. He stayed quiet as he felt people out around the table. Disa drew him out when she asked him about the transition to MIT from the Naval Academy, and the others listened respectfully as he gave a short comparison. She brought up his studies with bioacoustics and the others chatted him up before they moved on to other topics with Disa's lead. She picked up on his discomfort at being the center of attention a little longer than he wanted and she saved him.

He ate, drank, listened, and kept his eye on Disa when she commanded the table. Yamilet went to the kitchen and brought back another bottle of wine, and the table grew loose with laughter and loud talking. The woman next to him asked him for a platter of toasted bread and thanked him in Korean. He responded back in Korean and that started an easy conversation.

"You speak, Korean?" Alexis asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"That's like, three—"

"I speak five languages," he said scooping more stew onto his plate.

"Five?" Disa asked.

His eyes went to hers.

"English, Spanish, Korean, French, Portuguese," he said.

Disa's lips quirked.

"A polyglot. I should teach you Arabic," she said.

Erik didn't respond because he felt the heated glare from Hollis. The conversation came back on him on how he learned so many languages fluently. He mentioned his mother, Aunts, and his Korean childhood friend Walter. He left out his Wakandan heritage. He could still speak his father's mother tongue, but without his Baba around, he lost a lot of words as time went on. There weren't very many Wakandan language books available in print or online.

"Everyone ready for dessert?" Disa asked.

Nods went all about and Disa stood with Yamilet. Erik jumped up and followed them.

"We got this, Erik," Disa said.

"I want to help. I was the extra unplanned guest. I should at least assist a little bit."

She handed him a tray of apple crumbles. Yamilet carried another tray and Disa picked up a silver sauce boat filled with warm caramel sauce.

The guests clapped hands and oohed and ahhed when they saw the sweet treat and Erik walked around the table until all of his dessert bowls were taken. He followed Yamilet back into the kitchen to return the trays and washed his hands at the sink. He gave a hearty exhale that he had gotten through the meal without incident. Alexis's boyfriend was not a talker and spent most of his time stuffing his face and keeping a low profile.

Erik returned to his seat and ate his treat without joining any more talks. When people were almost done, Disa left the room. They all heard music being switched in the living room from soft jazz to more upbeat instrumentals. She returned with a beaming smile.

"Espresso and whiskey in the living room. Give me a moment to hook up the hookahs and we can all migrate," she said.

Erik followed the routine of the others as they cleared their own plates and returned things to the kitchen where Hollis and Yamilet stacked dishes in a dishwasher and the sink. Folks cut up once they began smoking from three hookah pipes and vibing to the music. Those who wanted espresso and a hard liquor helped themselves in the kitchen and the real conversations began to take place. The room grew smokey, loud, and fun. Erik stuck close to a bookshelf and watched others as he cradled an espresso. Alexis bounced up in his face. The liquor had her tilted.

"Small world," she said touching on his arm.

"Yo, Alexis, just chill, a'ight. Your man is right over there."

"It's cool. We're cool."

"I don't like being in situations like this, so let's just stay away from each other," he said walking away from her.

The last thing he needed was a scene in Disa's house. He saw Yamilet grab onto Disa's arm and another woman's and the three of them slipped out of the living room. They giggled, and it made Erik curious. He followed them into a hallway that led to a master bedroom.

Disa and the women sat on a gigantic bed. She lit up a joint and puffed on it before passing it to her friends. She tossed back her hair and noticed Erik in the doorway.

"I was looking for the bathroom," he said.

"Oh, it's the next room over… you smoke?" she asked handing the joint to him when it came back to her.

He stepped into the room and took the weed from her fingers and toked. He blew the smoke out and her eyes looked tight to him. She was faded from the wine. The weed just hemmed her up.

"You are one entertaining young man," her white female friend said eying him up and down.

Svetlana was a tall, lithe Ukrainian woman with a strong accent.

"Yeah," he said pulling in the strong smoke into his lungs and letting the weed twist him up.

Disa tapped the space next to her and Erik sat down. She smelled like sandalwood and cloves. Her fingernails were polished in rose gold color and her off-shoulder top revealed moisturized skin that needed his lips on them. She was barefoot now and her toenails matched her fingernail polish. All she had to do was ask and he would rub her feet or suck her toes. He was so gone over her that it was hard to look her in her face. Could she tell that he was smitten? Nah, more than smitten.

When Erik was a boy, he sat at a dinner table with his parents and asked his Baba how he knew that his mother was the one. His father made his mother cry. The words stuck with Erik. Baba's dark perfect skin flared nose, and supple lips gazed at his mother with such a piercing stare.

"She was fierce, JaJa. So fierce. When I looked at her, I couldn't see anyone else. That's the honest truth, Son. It wasn't just the way your mother looked. It was how she made me feel. Strong. Powerful. Happy. Special. Curious and open to new ideas...just so many things that made me feel alive and whole. No other woman has ever made me feel like that. When she was away from me, I was miserable...I didn't feel like myself without her. When she was by my side, I knew I could conquer the world. That's how I knew she was the one for me. That's how I knew. And I love her more every day each time I look at you, JaJa. I hope you can be so lucky one day."

N'Jobu's voice echoed into the void and Erik closed his eyes and inhaled the weed smoke. His body grew relaxed and his mind floated. When he opened his eyes and looked at Disa, he recognized his Baba's truth. Erik knew. Disa was the one. He knew her mind for over nine months listening to her talk on the radio. Her physical appearance was a gift, but her mind was where it was at. She made him feel…open. To ideas. To people. To his studies.

"Erik?"

Disa handed him the last of the weed. He polished it off, and she took it from his fingers to throw it away.

Yamilet and Svetlana left the room to get more wine, and Erik stayed on the bed.

They were alone.

"I'm glad you stayed," she said.

"Food was bomb as fuck. Conversation good too."

"Told you. You are cordially invited to the next one. I'm thinking of making a rack of lamb."

"I'll be here."

She raised her hand and rubbed his arm.

"You are a gifted young man. Use what you can while you're at MIT."

Her hand stayed on him, and her eyes were shiny and beautiful. Erik leaned in and kissed her. She drew back sharply and held her hand up.

"Hold on now, I'm not part of that equation," she giggled.

Erik couldn't get a fix on her signals. The weed and wine probably had her mixed up like him.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's all good, Erik."

She touched her bottom lip with a polished fingernail, then glanced at his lips.

"Soft," she whispered tracing a finger over his mouth.

Disa pressed her lips over his and he felt his scalp tingle. He reached for her waist and pulled her against him, her soft breasts feeling perfect against him. She moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue into hers. His hand snaked past her waist and squeezed her backside. Disa pulled his hand away.

"Okay, you got it out of your system," she said with a soft giggle.

"Wait… what?"

"C'mon, let's get back to the others before Hollis comes looking for me."

Disa stood and waited for him to leave with her. Erik stood, but he grabbed a hold of her hand.

"I'm not out of your league," he said.

"Erik, your crush is really sweet. I enjoy your company and would like for us to be friends."

"Just friends?"

"Friends… oh, don't pout."

She pinched his arm when he screwed his face up.

"You give a taste of heaven and deny me access? You a cold woman, Disa."

She chuckled.

"I'm high, and will probably forget I kissed you in a few hours."

"I won't forget."

She walked away and he trailed behind her back into the mix. No one even noticed their absence they were so caught up in a topic. Alexis's mouth was twisted up, and it matched the grim visage of her boyfriend who was listening to Yamilet hold the floor.

"… we all know it's true. Even Disa will tell you," Yamilet said waving for Disa to sit next to her on a loveseat.

Some guests sipped liquor and only three of them smoked the hookah, their eyes glazed over and mouths puckered around pipes. Hollis stood near a bookcase nursing some cognac next to an Arab engineer that had known Disa from their undergrad days. His name was Samir, and he once dated Disa before she ran off with Hollis. Samir nodded to Disa, and she grabbed a hookah pipe and partook. Yamilet waved her hand around.

"For years Black women have been brought up to adore Black men. We fight for their survival, march for them, speak their praises and all I'm saying is that it's not reciprocated. They run around talking about being Black Kangz, but they shit on us all the time. No other race of men do this to their women, and I'm done catering to losers—"

"Losers?" Kwame said with bass in his voice.

"Losers. Am I right Disa? Out of all the men in this country, Black men have had four hundred years to prove their worth, and all they do is simp. You build nothing, you support nothing but your own agenda, and you trash the very women who have been your doormats for too long. Divest ladies. They are not the prize."

Erik felt the blowback and the other Black men in the room grumbled and protested.

"Yeah whatever," Yamilet said dismissing every one of them.

"Then who is the prize?" Hollis asked.

"Black women," Disa said.

Alexis and the other Black women snapped their fingers. Disa removed the pipe from her lips and wiped a strand of hair from her face.

"The sooner Black women accept that they are the only prize in this world, the better off we'll be."

"Prizes my ass," Kwame said.

Alexis slapped his arm.

"Black women should be happy any man wants to be with them. All that foul attitude and neck rolling, acting all masculine—"

"Hold up, hold up… neck rolling and acting masculine?" Alexis said.

"See, neck already bobbing and weaving!" Kwame said making the other men laugh as he pointed to Alexis.

"Let's unpack that," Disa said leaning forward. There was a glint in her eye and her lips grew tight.

"Black women assert their humanity, their opinions, their intelligence, and it's viewed as masculine?"

"You're emotional too. Can't have a conversation without Black women getting loud—"

"Like you are right now? I'm talking calm and your voice has gone up three octaves since I challenged your words," Disa said.

Kwame rolled his eyes at her. Erik stepped closer to the man. He was ready to smack the taste out of Kwame's mouth.

"Black men do belittle their women every chance they get," Samir added.

"I don't believe Black men have a monopoly on being sexist," Hollis interjected.

"The rise of bashing culture online comes for Black women more," Svetlana said, "I can speak the same topics online with Black women, as I have done, and I get less attacked than my Black women friends. I'm a white woman telling you this. Sexism is terrible to all women, but it is ferocious for Disa, Yamilet, all the Black women in this room."

"Black men are punks," Disa said puffing and blowing a stream of smoke toward Kwame.

"You must be one of those 'Men are Trash', women," Kwame said.

"Men are the scum of the earth. I really don't like them at all. But alas, I suffer from an affliction called 'I like dick' so I have to pick and choose wisely."

Erik burst out laughing with a few others.

"Black men built the pyramids, raised kingdoms, ruled in Africa…"

"Here we go. I swear. Why do Black men always want to bring up being Kings? There ain't no royalty over here. We were regular folks who got stolen, traded, and exported. Some Kings more than likely sold their own people, so please don't cape for slave traders and race traitors. Royalty…," she snorted.

Erik grinned. If only she knew who she had in her house. A real-life African Prince. If only she knew he came from a people who turned their backs on the entire African continent.

"Black man, where is your army? Where are your institutions? Corporations? Industries? Where is your backbone? I gave up on Black men being anything other than conquered weaklings when that little boy got shot by cops and nothing happened. Black women rang the alarm—"

"As always," Alexis added.

"—and that cop is not in jail. And more hashtags cropped up. Again, where is your army Black Kangz? They slaughtered a child in the street and you did nothing. They shot a woman in her bed. You did nothing."

Where was their Black army? Erik thought. Posted up in luxury, high tech, and protection in Wakanda.

"We built our own universities, we started the Civil Rights Movement…," Kwame's voice was higher-pitched and angry-sounding.

"Why are you yelling?" Erik asked.

Kwame's chest puffed out. Disa blew out more smoke and glared at Kwame.

"Powerful men do not let their women and children march in the streets against white supremacy and the police. They take care of their women and children. Protect them at home while they go out and face the enemy. The people who built those universities long ago, who stood up for Civil Rights? Black men and Black women together. But guess what? They don't make those types of Black men anymore. The Black women are still here who do that type of fighting with little kids! Little kids fighting your grown man battles, but what do you Black men do today? Nothing. You act buck online hidden behind dusty avatars waiting to become the next hashtag because you're scared to fight. You have all the smoke for Black women every day of the week, will kill your own at the drop of a hat over some bullshit, but don't have any backbone for systemic racism and anti-Blackness? No energy for that? You don't deserve Black women. Any Black man still getting pussy from Black women should feel blessed and lucky. The world doesn't deserve Black women. At all."

Disa sat back and the air in the room was electric. Yamilet smirked and folded her arms, and the other Black women rested in their own secret thoughts.

"You hate us that much?" Hollis asked.

His eyes looked spooked. Clearly, he never knew this about Disa.

"I don't hate you, I'm just tired of you. All of you. I love us as a people, but I recognize who the weak link is."

"Damn," Samir said.

"That's harsh, Disa," Svetlana said.

"No, it's not, and it's not your business," Disa snapped.

Svetlana's husband jumped in.

"Hold up, it is her business. She's married to me and we'll have Black children one day."

"Oh please, Matthew, you've never dated a Black woman in your life and we know your self-hating ass don't want any of your children to look like you! Svetlana was your get out of Blackness pass," Yamilet barked.

"Time for a musical interlude," Hollis said trying to cut the tension by changing the music.

"What the hell, Yamilet?" Matthew said.

Svetlana stood up with her cheeks reddening.

"That's not true. Matthew is a proud Black man—"

"Who doesn't want Black children and spends more time traveling to Ukraine and embracing your culture while negating his own. Black kids? Where? Connected to Blackness in Donestk? Girl, stop. Please," Disa said.

"Matthew?" Svetlana said.

"Your husband has made numerous comments in your absence about hoping his kids have your hair and your color. He wants them to have your green eyes and features. Tell her Matthew," Yamilet pushed.

"I want healthy children with my wife. I don't care what they look like. Honey, what I meant was that if our kids looked like me, then they would have a harder life and I don't want them to suffer."

"Being Black is just suffering?" Erik asked.

All eyes turned to him.

"It's… difficult," Matthew said reaching for his wife's hand.

Svetlana looked shell-shocked.

"Then build a world where it won't be difficult. We're more than our pain, bruh, but sometimes a few of us have to die to make this country better. If not, we're just passive sheep waiting to go to the slaughterhouse. Just another hashtag on deck like Disa said," Erik pressed.

"They won't fight or build up anything, because they're scared—"

"That's not true, Disa. I'm doing what I can to make sure my children have all the advantages I didn't have," Matthew said.

"And skin color is one of those things," Erik said.

"He's right," Yamilet said.

"You should be the last to talk, Yamilet. You're light-skinned and benefit from it," Matthew said.

"Yeah, I'm light, with two Black on Black parents, but I have full African features and hair that can't go through a fine-toothed comb. Any privileges I have, I understand why, and I use them to benefit my people. You can see my Blackness the minute you see my face or hear me talk. But I would never see it as a blessing to get away from my tribe, man. That's all you."

"I love my wife," Matthew said.

"You love whiteness more," another Black woman said.

The room grew quiet. Disa played with her fingers and rested the hookah pipe on her lap.

"Matthew, we know you love Svetlana. You've just been conditioned to be anti-Black. We all were."

"Disa, come on now. You've dated non-Black men—"

"And you've never dated a Black woman ever. That's a problem for me."

"If that's the man's preference then leave him alone," Kwame said.

"That's not a preference," Disa said.

"You women are tripping up in here," Kwame said.

Alexis stepped away from him and Disa stood up.

"The fact that Erik, who isn't even a legal adult yet, can see what needs to be done, then I don't know what you grown negroes are going to do. You sacrifice nothing anymore. You gave up."

"Um, Disa..."

Karen, a cute TA in the Science department stared down at her cell phone. She looked up wide-eyed.

"Turn on your TV," Karen said.

Disa turned down the music and tapped the TV controller for the flat-screen embedded in the wall across from the couch.

"There!" Karen said.

On the screen, a female newscaster with a trepid face filled the room.

"… right now, the Pentagon has stated that the U.S. Navy is sending the battleship U.S.S. Steiner to the area. If you're just joining us, breaking news. They have reported that two coast guard ships were attacked off the coast of Florida. We're not sure if the vessel that attacked them is a submarine… hold on, we're getting some live footage from our affiliate station in Miami…"

"Wow!" Hollis blurted when they all saw the TV screen fill up with images of a submersible that skimmed just under the surface of the dark ocean with bright yellowish lights that glowed. A military helicopter hovered above it. The submersible breached the surface slick and curved like the back of an orca, but metallic and bigger.

"Holy shit," Hollis gasped.

Disa reached out and grabbed Erik's arm as a powerful bright green laser beam struck the helicopter. The entire aircraft glowed neon green for a second and exploded mid-air. The cameraman shooting the footage cursed on live TV and the picture grew jumpy before cutting back to the newscaster who now had a pallid face. Seconds later, the news studio image was replaced with an emergency broadcast static picture.

"Are we under fucking attack?" Yamilet yelped.

Disa flipped through more channels and more emergency broadcast pictures were up. Everyone went to their cell phones, except for Disa.

"That submarine, that wasn't… what was that?" she asked.

Erik escorted her to a loveseat, and he took the TV controls from her and flipped to more stations. He found a cable news network that discussed the attack and replayed the destroyed helicopter while warning viewers of disturbing images.

"Who could it be?" Svetlana asked, "the Russians?"

"The Saudis?" Kwame suggested.

"The machine looked weird. Like a… like a… whale," Hollis said.

Erik's professor moved in and sat next to Disa.

"It didn't take much for that thing to wipe out that helicopter. Will a destroyer be able to take it?" Yamilet asked.

Frightened eyes watched the TV.

Erik sat on a side chair next to Disa's loveseat. Flashes of his past rushed him and he latched on to a memory that had been one of the happiest times of his life although it was a dangerous time too. Police in Brazil tried to kill and jail his mother in Sao Paulo. But his Baba called on Wakandan rebels to fly a ship that rescued them from the top of an apartment building's roof during a daring escape in the middle of the night. A Wakandan battle cruiser that could turn invisible and take out an American city like it was nothing floated down from a midnight sky. His family spent a glorious week onboard hiding out over the Atlantic Ocean, and under it, when a similar threat came for them. The Atlanteans.

That was an Atlantean warcraft. Erik was sure of that.

He remembered the talk onboard the battle cruiser about the Atlanteans flexing against the Wakandans. He remembered the red alert and the escape from the battlecruiser in a smaller craft that his Baba piloted to get them back home. Now it seemed, the Atlanteans were ready to come for the Americans.

Erik's future was coming for him hard and on live television.

Disa reached for his hand and not Hollis's. He squeezed it tight.

"It'll be alright," he whispered to her.

She squeezed his hand back.

Chapter 6 HERE.

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From the meet uglies prompt list:

84. I’m not entirely sure who you are but we’ve been in a massive prank war ever since your first prank on your friend went awry and I was covered in paint

For JakeHollis, please? Sfw or nsfw! This screams them to me!

JakeHollis, SFW, very light angst, some absolutely weird vibes! QueerElfClub's Hollis cosplay is my headcanon for them always and forever

All told, Jake’s first day at Kepler High hadn’t been too bad. Barclay and Dani had told him roughly what to expect, including a rapid rundown of the Earth history he’d be looked at strangely for not knowing. So far, math was his favorite class, because it was the same as on Silvain. Mama had gotten him into something called AP BC Calculus, which seemed like far too many acronyms for a class about shapes. His next most favorite class was PE.

Now it was almost three, and the final bell had rung. Packing up his backpack had taken so much time that the hallways were mostly empty, and he wandered idly, looking for the exit. Barclay was supposed to be picking him up somewhere called the “kiss and ride,” though Jake had been assured kissing was not mandatory. No signs pointed the way, and Jake knew better than to ask someone for directions. Teenagers were the same everywhere.

He found himself in a wing of the school none of his classes had been in, passing rooms labeled ORCHESTRA and BAND and COLOR GUARD EQUIPMENT STORAGE. The sound of music came through the walls.

Finally, though - miracle of miracles! - he saw the light of day, and hurried towards the door it was coming from. The door was even cracked open, and Jake pushed it open the rest of the way and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

Something hit his head.

Something that made a klang noise against his skull, and he thought for a moment his head had cracked - he didn’t know how fragile these disguises were - but no, there was something else dripping through his hair and down his face and down all over his new colorful jacket. He looked down. It was white and foul-smelling, and when he blinked his eyelashes clumped and stuck together.

Jake was fairly certain neither Dani nor Barclay had mentioned this. He could barely see, just the edges of a person saying oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I thought you were Keith, and tugging him back into the school, which was not at all where he wanted to go.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” the voice said, and Jake found himself in a restroom, without even the time to make sure it was the correct one - he needed to be in one called BOYS or MEN, or the one with a little outline of a person without a skirt. or GENTLEMEN. (Barclay knew a long list of things he’d seen printed on bathroom doors.)

But here he was, and he bent to the sink to wash his face and came up dripping. Then he repeated the introduction he’d given so many times already today.

“I’m Jake,” he said. “Dani’s brother.” (People knew Dani; she’d graduated only two years earlier. He told teachers he was Barclay’s brother. Barclay was a little older, but a better student than Dani had been.)

“Oh,” said the person. “I think I had an art class with her. I’m Hollis.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Hollis had curly black hair and brown skin, and the sleeves of their shirt were tattered like they’d been cut off and not hemmed afterwards. When they rubbed at the stuff on Jake’s sleeve with a wet paper towel he could see the fine line of muscle beneath the skin in their arm.

Jake took a deep breath. “Do you think you could point me towards the kiss and ride?”

By the time Jake climbed into Barclay’s truck, he was as clean as one could get with hand soap and paper towels.

“How was your first day?” said Barclay, tactfully not saying anything about the paint.

“Fine. I’m really glad you and Dani told me so much about what to expect. But when I was trying to find my way out at the end of the day a bucket of paint fell on my head.”

“Oh, dear.”

“Someone helped me clean up, though. Their name’s Hollis. I think we’re friends now?”

“Well, that’s nice.”

“One girl in my homeroom brought in brownies to share with everybody because it was her birthday. Are you allowed to do that even if it’s not your birthday?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Can I bring in cupcakes tomorrow? The ones you make are really good and I think people would like me if I gave them some.”

Barclay looked over at him, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll make you some cupcakes.”

--

The cupcakes were gorgeous. Each was as the platonic ideal of what a cupcake should be, the cupcake held before the fire to cast a shadow in Plato’s confectionary cave. The cake part was delicate and moist and yellow, and the frosting was pink, dusted with rainbow sprinkles.

“Oh,” said Jake’s homeroom teacher when she saw him come in carrying the lovingly packed tray. Barclay had put crumpled saran wrap between each cupcake so they wouldn’t knock into each other. “Is it your birthday, Jake?”

“Nope! But I brought cupcakes for everyone.”

“Alright,” said the teacher. “You can start passing them out now, if you’d like.”

Jake held out the tray to each person in the first few rows in turn, receiving varyingly sincere ‘thank you’s in return. But sitting in the back corner by the window was Hollis, and when Jake got to them, he didn’t hold out the tray. No, he selected the most perfect cupcake there was, cupped its soft bottom, and shoved the perfect pink frosting into Hollis’ perfect face.

“Oops,” Jake said sweetly.

“Jake!” said the teacher. “What do you think you’re doing!?”

But Hollis was already laughing, wiping pink frosting off their face and licking it off their fingers. “It’s fine, Ms. B., we’re in a prank war.”

“Well, please refrain from waging it in my classroom!”

“I’m sorry,” said Jake. He’d never heard the phrase prank war before, but the word war he didn’t like at all. War was the slowly narrowing boundaries of habitable land, war was an enemy that was somehow both inuman and implacably angry.

The boy sitting to Hollis’ left was looking up at Jake with something like shock and anger in his face. Looking away, Jake held out the plate of cupcakes to him so he could select his own.

--

Jake still had trouble finding the cafeteria, and so most of the students were seated when he arrived. He was scanning looking for a seat where he wouldn’t be intruding on someone else’s friend group when Hollis’ waving hand caught his attention. “Yo, Jake! Come sit with us?”

Jake hurried over. Before he reached the table Hollis elbowed the boy who was sitting next to them, the same one who’d been next to them in homeroom, and he scooted hurriedly over into the next seat so Jake could sit next to Hollis.

“Hello,” Jake said, nodding at each person at the table.

“This is Jake,” said Hollis. “He got me good in homeroom with a cupcake to the face.”

The others at the table laughed.

“Jake, this is Keith, Madison, and Ty,” Hollis continued, indicating the boy who’d been displaced, a girl with purple streaks in her long brown hair, and a boy with a mullet.

“Nice to meet you,” said Jake. He listened to them talk as he unpacked the lunch Barclay had packed him. A sandwich on part of a baguette, a chocolate-chip cookie, a honeycrisp apple (Jake had just been on earth long enough to have opinions about the different varieties of apples), and a note reminding him that Barclay loved him and wanted him to have a good day.

His tablemates were discussing what they were going to do over the weekend. Ty suggested going to Walmart, which was shot down on the grounds that they’d done that last weekend. No one’s parents were out of town, which eliminated the possibility of a house party.

“There’s nothing to do,” Madison whined.

“Can you drive places?” Jake asked.

Everyone went quiet. “Yep,” said Hollis. “When Madison’s parents let her use the car.”

It was Jake’s first autumn on earth, and from his bedroom window on the second floor of Amnesty Lodge he could see the leaves changing colors, red and orange and yellow between the bristles of the evergreens. “You could drive around and look at leaves. I’d like to come along, if that’s alright.”

Everyone was silent, deciding whether that was the lamest thing they’d ever heard or so lame it went straight through the other side into being kind of a good idea again.

“Fuck it,” said Hollis finally. “Let’s do it. And of course you’re invited, Jake, let me add you to the group chat.”

--

That Saturday, a silver Honda pulled up in front of Amnesty Lodge. Madison was at the wheel, Ty in the front passenger seat, and Keith sulking in the back. Behind it was a sleek motorcycle, and the rider’s helmet reflected the autumn leaves above.

Hollis pulled off their helmet. Their hair was disheveled and gorgeous. “If it was five of us in the car someone would have had to sit in the middle back, and that sucks,” they said. “Hop on, Jake.” They were holding out a second helmet.

“Um,” said Jake, offering them a bottle of sparkling cider with gold foil around the neck. “I brought something for us to drink?” The agreement had been that they would drive to one of the pull-off spots along the highway and have drinks there.

“Sweet,” said Hollis. “Put it in the back of the car?”

When Jake opened the back door of the car he saw a case of white claw on the seat next to Keith. “Was I supposed to bring alcohol?” Jake said. “I could have.” There was wine at the lodge; sometimes on the weekends Mama and Barclay went wine-tasting together, because Dani’s ID said she wasn’t old enough.

“No, Jake, you’re fine,” Hollis said. “Climb on.”

Jake fit the helmet over his head and climbed onto the smooth leather seat of the motorcycle behind Hollis. “Hold on tight,” said Hollis.

The motorcycle roared to life like one of Silvain’s larger beasts. Then it leaped forward, swerving hard to veer around Madison’s parents’ car. Jake swallowed a shriek and held on tighter. He could no longer feel the soft fabric of Hollis’s shirt, only the beast beneath them and the wind tearing at their jackets and the red, orange, and yellow leaves racing by above.

By the time they reached the appointed meeting place the others weren’t even in sight.

“So,” said Hollis when they pulled their helmet off. “What brings you to Kepler?”

Jake knew how to lie, when presented with questions like this. But with Hollis they found they didn’t want to. “I got kicked out of my old school.”

Hollis’s eyebrows went up.

“For… stealing.” Stealing food, because his family’s traditional hunting grounds had been corrupted by the Quell, and everyone else had barely enough for themselves. The huge mounds of apples in the grocery store in Kepler were the first thing to convince him he’d been exiled to paradise.

“Damn, Jake. And here I thought you were so wholesome.”

Jake threw up a hang-ten. “Nah, I’m a real bad boy.”

“Are you… with anyone? From your old school?”

“Nope. Are you?”

“Nah.” Hollis took a deep breath. It was the first time Jake had noticed them breathing. Human beings had to breathe so frequently, he’d found, and he sometimes forgot to until his lungs reminded him. His old body had been able to hold its breath for over an hour, collapsing his lungs so he was sleekness against the water inside and out. Incompressible.

“Wanna make out?” said Hollis.

“Yeah,” said Jake.

Hollis leaned in and kissed him. The best part was how warm their lips were, how warm their face was, right up close to his. No, scratch that. The best part was how they smelled, a smell Jake hadn’t encountered on earth up to that point but knew now he could never get enough of. No, the best part was -

Tires on gravel. Jake startled, but Hollis didn’t stop kissing him, even as Madison honked the horn on her parents’ car.

To Jake, that was the most surprising thing, that Hollis would want to kiss him in front of their friends. Teenagers were the same everywhere.

[littlefreya]

Bad Reputation

Synopsis: Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them. 🤭

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, exhibition kink, public display of affection, dirty language, slight fingering, daddy kink.

A/N: This is by request made for thigh riding! I see this as a slight sequel to  Putting up a Show and Good Girl just because in my mind they are the same couple. Many thanks again to the marvellous @agniavateira​ for doing the beta! Masterlist is here.

Let me know if you want to be added/removed! Thank you for reading as always :)

PR fucking nightmare - that’s what our managers call us. 

They thought it would go away after our first year of dating. But the sad truth is, Henry just loves to touch, and I’m a hot-blooded woman who loves to fuck shit up. Three years in being married and the line is so goddamn blurry by now; I am never quite certain which one of us initiates it, nor do I even care. 

I see my bear sitting sprawled across the red leather sofas, legs spread open as he can never keep them shut. I know I’m terribly biased but that black tuxedo suit sure as hell looks great on his strong figure, especially with the crooked bowtie and the beard he’s been growing for his new movie role. 

And as if the bad boy vibes and big dick energy he sends everywhere wasn’t enough, the half-empty Grey Goose bottle on the round golden table next to him and the slight sweat that covers his forehead is a red flag that we are definitely getting into trouble tonight. 

Bring it on. 

Armie is sitting right next to him, telling him about some scheme by the gesture he is making with his hands. But I can tell Henry has other things on his mind. I can feel his eyes looking at me even when I am standing far away. Our gazes meet, he offers me a mischievous smile, showing off the large dimples of his cheeks. This is what I call a wet, slippery invention. 

I blush and look away. I mean, I have Rebecca Ferguson holding my forearms. That woman makes me want to invite her into our bedroom, but Henry doesn’t like sharing, not even with women. It doesn’t matter how much I’d pout and beg, he likes me all to himself, and he loves it when others can see that I am his. 

It’s always his hand between my thighs, riding up higher, thumb tickling at my clit teasingly. We sat through an entire acceptance speech with him working me hard. If anyone looks closely at that video on Youtube, you can see the exact moment when he hits the spot.

Sorry, Leo, I wasn’t smiling because you won. 

This is us being subtle. Hotels and parties, however, are a different story. We already had a manager quit on us because we made sure the entire floor hears what we are doing through the night. 

Rebecca kisses me on the cheek, the gorgeous Swedish redhead is already tipsy, and I’ve had my second glass of wine. She’s in a red satin dress, her impressive breasts showing through her cleavage. I also spot a few freckles on her chest. It makes me pout and look at Henry, who shakes his head in refusal. 

“Where is your hubby anyway?” she asks playfully, and I point in the direction of where he is sitting. Armie is just getting up, leaving Henry alone. He pours himself some more vodka, fills the glass with ice and then takes a sip with a lustful gaze. That’s probably my cue to keep him company and take that glass away.  

That video when he told everyone to get naked will forever be online. He also has a tendency to start making impressions of others when he is flustered, and I can’t contain my laughter when that happens.

“He’s too drunk to get up.” I sigh, shaking my head while he makes playful, sad faces at me. I shrug and take my phone out my purse, seeing two text messages from him.

Henry: “Where are you, babygirl?” Henry: “I want to squeeze that ass.” 

I text him back “Armie’s? Go for it. Can we have Rebecca, pleaaaaase?” 

He reads my reply, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in complete refusal. 

“Not. sharing. you. Do you want me to spank you in front of all these people?” 

Rebecca is oddly enough very touchy-feely, her hand sliding down my forearms while she speaks about how wonderful Henry is, and how fun it was to work with him on MI6.

“He’s not like all the other ones, he is an actual friend,” she explains to me, her beautiful green eyes lighting up. 

“I know, that’s how he got me, pretended to be my friend for years.” I chuckle, remembering the times we were still just friends. If you look at videos of us from interviews and photos from events from the time we worked together, you’d think we’ve been dating already. He always touched me subtly, his eyes staring at me intently when I speak. And of course, no one cracks him up the way I do.

But Henry waited 5 years for both of us to be single at the same time to “kidnap” me during a walk with our dogs at the forest, where I’d literally be unable to run away. He did that so he can tell me he’s been in love and growing in love with me ever since we met.

I smile at the sweet memory. I held my tears when that word left his lips.

“I’ll come to say hello later, I’m starving,” she says and rubs her belly gently. I nod and lean forward to kiss her, deliberately kissing her soft, red-painted lips for Henry to see. Us girls, we really don’t mind.

As I turn to face him, he is already frowning. He’s not amused by my vexing behaviour. I give him my best angelic posture, batting my lashes and holding my hands together while my head is tilted to the side. In that pale blue and silver dress, I might look like some saint right now, but my darling knows I’ve come from south to heaven.

I make my way to him, walking slowly, a smile both in my eyes and between my cheeks. I can feel the fire burning in my chest, the sight of him is dashing, those thick thighs ever so inviting. He spreads his legs even wider, the bulge in his groin made only for me. He has his pinky finger pressed between his teeth while checking me out.

My body heeds his calling, I’m tingling wet. 

I stand in front of him, my cheeks warm as if this is a first hook up of some sort. Henry rises his beautiful blues to stare straight into my eyes. The beaming lights in the hall make his sweaty skin glow in neon pink and gold, his eyes flashing bright as the different colours dance across his face.

“How many of those have you had?” I ask, gesturing at the glass, noticing the half-empty bottle. I hope not too much, I expect to be rammed tonight when we return to the hotel. 

He shrugs, putting the glass away without bothering to finish it. He is British, and boy, he can drink a lot. He is not as half as flustered as a different guy would be, but yes, he is certainly quite drunk. Enough to give me that look of his-one eyebrow rising up-while his eyes drink in my dress, cleavage, ass, and that slit that runs from my legs to my thighs.

My friends asked me if Henry is an ass or tits man, to which my answer was “he is ‘all of me’ man.” 

“Gotta love women's liberation.” He speaks in a deep, low voice, gesturing at my provocative dress. 

“Come to daddy.” He demands, holding out his hand for me to come and sit on his thigh. To which I am more than happy to comply.

I spread my legs, moving to straddle his muscular thigh. There is a burning sensation at my core as my pelvis meets his taut muscle. My body always reacts to his touch. Henry’s hands immediately take my face, thumbs stroking at my cheeks.

“Why do you tease me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his fierce gaze tracing my face, always taken by me, memorizing every freckle and flaw as if it’s the first time we ever sit so close. God, he makes me feel so beautiful even in my ugliest of ugly days.

I lean forward to get even closer, my ass riding up his leg and my hands reach out to tug at his white buttoned shirt. “Oh, Henry-Bear, it’s. So. much. fun.”

Someone sits right next to us on the big red sofa, saying a friendly hello. We answer at the same time, without breaking eye contact. We never bother looking who is the actor, producer, or whatever who moved to bug us. Too lost in our own little mist of admiration. Henry’s fingers descend from my face to my neck, fingers skirting down my neck sensually. 

“You know what I love about these ceremonies and parties?” he asks as he leans closer to whisper in my ear and then places a wet, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His chin pushes the straps of my dress away, letting it fall on my forearm as if by accident. I let it glide, shivering as the coarse hair of his beard marks my flesh.

“I get to show you off while you’re wearing these outrageous dresses and everyone knows I am taking you home to fuck you until sunrise.”

I chuckle lustfully, my tongue pressed between my teeth. “Last time we didn’t even make it home remember?” I hum gently, feeling his rough touch on my breasts. The tip of his thumbs circles my nipples, teasing them to harden through the thin fabric of my dress. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Henry had me topless right now and sink his fangs in my tits for everyone to see. But he is far too selfish, I was made for his eyes and his eyes only.

He settles for a “chaste” show, laying a kiss beneath my chin and then pressing his face at my cleavage, inhaling the scent of my body lotion before nibbling at my breast through my dress. His breath smells like vodka-sweet and spicy at once.

“I remember, Cumberbatch saw the whole thing,” he answers, his hands holding my ribs, slightly guiding me to move my body on top of his thigh in ghostlike movements. I am searing hot, my mound feels as if it’s seconds from catching fire. I am certain he can feel it, his blue eyes now hazy and dreamlike as they watch the pink tint that runs through my neck to my cheeks. 

“Fuck me, daddy, I am so horny!”

My whisper comes out as half a cry, weak and desperate. My body is a void, it suffers without his touch, it aches when we’re disjointed. I hope we’ll never stop feeling this way toward one another. 

“Ride me, babygirl.” he urges me, raising his thigh up higher, so I’ll slide down closer. The friction makes me lose sight for a moment. My vision blurs as I throb wet and hot onto him. Good thing his trousers are black, otherwise, everyone would be able to detect the wetness I am leaving on his pants. 

I can’t reject his decree, my body needs him. 

“You like it when they watch, don’t you?” he asks me with a slightly slurred voice. His hands glide down to squeeze my ass, assisting me in dancing on the rock-hard muscle of his leg. I am grinding slow and rough, shifting my weight forward, my right hand reaching his other thigh, clawing at him with growing pleasure.

Everyone is looking at us, I am sure, some embarrassed and perhaps even appalled. How puritan of you Hollywood. These people formed their own religion and hidden sex clubs. But I am convinced many enjoy this facade and discreetly salute us, some probably holding out their cameras.  

I roll my hips up and clench my inner thighs, whimpering as my body begins to tremble.  

It doesn’t matter who is staring while I ride him so passionately, seeking my pleasure with urgency while Henry’s hands support me, saddling my hips and pulling me toward him. We don’t see anyone else. We’re locked into one another, the way we always did, just like when Henry had a girlfriend, when we were “just friends” when I dated that asshole. We’d walk into a room, and it was just me and him, hearts and chest bursting with love.

Every moment we couldn’t have one another was stolen from us, we now fight to own it back.  

“I’d sit you on my face in front of everyone, but I think Gretchen would kill us.” Henry half whispers against my throat and then licks up my neck as I lift my chin to the ceiling with gaping lips. He has his hand between my legs, drawing at my centre and sneaking between the slit of my dress to finish the job. 

“Fuck!” he teases my clit, his middle finger travelling at my seams. My entire existence shudders. The bass of the music blasts through my chest, my eardrums throb, and my eyes see all the colours of the neon at once as my cunt implodes with orgasmic bliss. Henry steals my gasp into his mouth, his hand pressing my cheeks, crushing my mouth with hunger. 

Who could ever hate us for our expression of true love?

I gasp feverishly, holding onto him as if I’m about to fall. Henry’s lips are on my temple and then my cheek. Pressing against me and not moving away. He envelops me in his big arms, a clear statement to all our viewers that I am his and he is mine.  We both move our heads to see who's been sitting next to us this entire time.

Alec Baldwin and Jake Gyllenhaal. They pretend not to stare, at least Alec does. Jake gives us a wide, knowing smile. Everyone else has also been staring as I hear the whispers and gasps. 

“Really? They did that again!?”

We bump our foreheads together and snicker with delight. Like we ever gave a fuck about being caught. It’s not the first time, won’t be the last. We just can’t get our hands off of each other. 

“Better call Gretchen now.” I tell Henry, hanging my arm around his thick neck. 

“Before or after I fuck you in one of the back rooms here?”

[eirabach]

Steady As You Go [1/3]

For @olliepig​ who asked for Gordon + Caught in an Explosion and @mrmustachious​ who asked for extra Penny and for @godsliltippy​ who asked for jealousy... um, sorry? All for @badthingshappenbingo​ 

This is rated M for insinuations of a sexual nature, drinking, references to drugs and a touch of the old violence. So, without further ado, lets go.

He remembers the first time he ever laid eyes on her, back when she was a debutante and he was still stealing dabs of Virgil's cologne. She'd floated through that ballroom, between all those businessmen, aristocrats and celebrities and worse, and he'd been sure, totally sure, that she was easily the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. He thinks he might have said so, or maybe his tongue was just hanging out of his mouth, because he also remembers the clout of Scott's hand around the back of his head and the way his dad's laughter had followed the ringing in his ears. 

"Don't even think about it, Gordon."

So he hadn't. Much.

And it hadn't been all that hard not to think about her back then, back when she'd been some distant, ethereal being and he'd been busy falling in love with a submarine. She'd just been a stray thought at night, a flash of gold behind closed eyelids and -- yeah. Easy peasy.

Except then there'd been secret meetings and firm handshakes and scuba lessons and flying cars and the fierce sort of decency that makes his heart skip a beat. A smile that he half convinces himself is always a little brighter when she turns it on him. 

And somewhere, somewhere between that ballroom and the island's beaches, somewhere before an Aztec temple but after -- after Dad, somewhere, something had changed.

He thinks it's love, actually. He wonders how much Dad would laugh at that.

Scott had laughed. Not at Gordon's being in love -- he's not that much of an asshole, not really, and anyway Gordon's not entirely sure Scott would recognise romantic love if it slapped him round the face -- but at the situation? This particular one? Sure. He supposes it is kinda funny.

After all Scott and Virgil have spent a significant amount of energy keeping Gordon out of these sorts of premises -- and now he's working in one. 

Despite the many, uh, experiences of Parker’s misspent youth the passage of time has left him an unlikely companion for this particular mission. Even if he could carry off the tight, leatherette trousers and accompanying waistcoat, there’s a pretty solid, almost certain, chance that he’d lay out the first man to set his wandering hands on her Ladyship. And the second. And the rest. It’s a lot of bail money that GCHQ aren’t especially keen to pay out, and so that’s where Gordon comes in.

And if he’s not totally sure how he feels about the woman he probably actually for real loves classing him as ‘most likely to pass as a sexy waiter’ in a club of extremely dubious repute, he is at least having a better night than Parker who, last he saw, is sat out in the alleyway behind the club panhandling for change.

Gordon’s getting notes.

He might not be quite as busty as the majority of the other waitstaff, but that doesn’t seem to bother a significant majority of the clientele. He squeezes between the tables where they’re crammed close together next to the dance floor, bestowing neon bright drinks and winning smiles in almost equal measure. The bass thrums through the club, up his spine, and arcs of ultraviolet light up the shark’s teeth smiles of people he shouldn’t be within a mile of. Some just whistle or hoot or ignore, hey, he can't be everyone's type, but others tuck fifties into his waistband, wink at their companions, whisper things as he leans over to collect the glasses that probably *ought to horrify him. Someone else paws at him, grabbing at his bicep as he tries to manoeuvre his way back to the bar, and the heavy tray he’s carrying wobbles in time with shrieks of laughter and, “Oh honey, why don’t you just pop that down and come sit up here with me?”

On second thoughts Scott wouldn’t be laughing. He’d probably just drop down dead.

“Sorry folks, gotta share the love.” He winks, hovers long enough for the hand on his arm to go for a lingering squeeze and then flexes just enough to set off another round of hooting and hollering. “Y’all have a great night!”

Okay, so maybe the notes aren't the only upside. He's been a long, long time on an island. With his Grandma. He's only human.

He kinda shimmies his way back to the bar to drop the tray of empties, leans up against it, and grins.

"Are you actually enjoying this?"

Kayo looks -- Kayo looks like she might rip his head right off if he looks too closely, honestly. The uniform, if it can be called such a thing, of the female bar staff makes Gordon's look respectable, just a minuscule leatherette skirt and two scraps of fabric over the chest, and he's not sure he's seen Kayo in a skirt in -- well, ever, if he's honest. Seeing her in this getup is kinda akin to seeing a brother in full red pvc fetish gear. Scarring.

The look on her face, though? That's hilarious.

"Might be," he says, and leans over the bar to swipe a maraschino cherry. He pops it in his mouth with a grin and probably a little too much tongue. Kayo scowls.

"Do your job, Gordon!"

She shoves a tray across the counter at him. No more unnaturally coloured concoctions here, instead there's an ice bucket, a bottle of champagne that's considerably older than him, and two crystal flutes.

He sweeps up the tray with a wink and a mouthed FAB that has Kayo's eyes almost rolling out of her head, and makes his way past the dance floor that heaves with sweating, gyrating bodies. He heads towards the raised platform at the far end of the club where a velvet cord and dimmed lighting promise something rather -- different.

Gordon has to look up, way, way, up, in order to flash his most winning smile at the beefy guy on the rope.

"Special delivery?" he says brightly. The guy doesn't even look at him, only lifts the rope enough for Gordon to slip beneath. He shifts the tray to one hand as he does so and shoves a sweaty curl out of his eyes. It's his first time up here tonight, and he's not entirely sure what he was expecting. The space is filled with plush velvet sofas pushed together to create private little enclaves around impractically low tables, but they're almost all empty. In the darkest, most shadowy corner Gordon clocks another figure, even larger and more off putting than the one guarding the ropes, but other than that -- 

He strides over to the only occupied sofas, lets his hips swing a bit, tries to give off a vibe of confidence that he doesn't entirely feel.

Because the thing about Penelope is that she never fails to look anything other than perfectly at home in any environment, and the thing about Gordon is that she's gonna make him drop his tray. He remembers the first time he ever saw her, pretty and pink and ever-so posh, and he thinks -- he thinks maybe he ought to have run then, because it's way too goddamn late now, isn't it?

Way, way too late.

The beading on her dress glows like liquid fire in the low light, her bare legs are crossed at the ankle, a river of sleek black hair flowing over the arm of the sofa as she tilts her head back at his approach.

"Oh lovely. I'm parched."

She sounds like Penny, far more like Penny than he was expecting, all things considered, but there’s a reason for that. This is code. A warning. Things aren’t going entirely her way, and when Penny’s way is also the world’s way, Gordon needs to think on his feet. He presents the bottle with a flourish, glasses neatly held between the fingers of his left hand, and tucks the silver tray swiftly beneath his arm. So swiftly, in fact, that no-one would have noticed the carefully timed wobble as he did so, the flash of reflected light just a meaningless side effect of the motion -- unless, of course, they’re an irritable Security Specialist who is on the lookout for it.

Danger, he flashes, bending down to pour the champagne, and Penny’s fingers brush ever so delicately against his as she reaches for the glass. She looks up at him through her lashes, darker and thicker than he’s used to as they may be, and he feels his heart rate kick up just a notch. Caution.

Way too damn late for that, too.

It takes the clearing of a throat from behind him before he remembers the *other reason he's here.

"Nice view, poor service," a voice drawls. "Seems like I just can't get the staff."

Gordon's never knowingly met an international arms dealer before. Not on purpose. They’re not the sort to hang around at charitable auctions or linger at the ribbon cutting of children’s hospitals. When he’d been told he’d be meeting one here he’d expected -- something else. Something old, a throwback to a harder, darker age long past. An ugly face to reflect an ugly soul. Something seedy, like the club around them, ground down and dirty and wrong. What he finds on the other side of the cosy little nook is something else entirely.

He’s young, not much older than Gordon himself, slim and smartly dressed with chestnut brown curls and freckles that spill like grains of sand over an upturned nose. He’s smiling as Gordon gapes at him, and that’s -- Gordon doesn’t really know what to do with that.

Penny’s spent months in pursuit of this guy, and Gordon knows why, he does, there are hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of biological and chemical weapons at stake -- the future of the whole planet, even -- and there’s no reason, none, for the funny little burning sensation in his chest to rise up into his throat. No reason for him to flick his eyes back to Penny, to the casual way she drapes herself across the sofa and sips at her champagne. No reason to hold on to the guy’s glass for that split second longer than he has to, no reason to force him to tug at it, a brief flash of frustration creasing the handsome brow. No reason except that this guy stinks of power, of expensive cologne, of something else that Gordon can’t quite put his finger on only he knows he doesn’t want Penelope within a million miles of it. Blood and gunpowder and he probably really shouldn’t piss this guy off.

He probably was not the best choice for this op after all.

"Although --" And the guy’s holding the glass now, he’s holding it and Gordon’s pouring and there’s -- there’s no reason for him to look at Gordon the way he is now. Blue eyes track up his obnoxious trousers, hover momentarily at the cash still stuffed in his waistband before flicking up to Gordon’s eyes. The crease between his eyebrows deepens, and the tip of his tongue peeks out to dampen his lips before he takes a sip. “Then again, perhaps I can.”

Gordon blinks at him, shock rendering him half dumb because Penny’s -- Penny’s right there, looking like that but he’s looking at Gordon like -- like -- 

Hunger, he thinks. It’s hunger.

He’d have known what to do with that, once. Pretty eyes and a handsome face. He knows this game of old, although god, it’s been years hasn’t it? It’s been years, but it’s exactly not the sort of game you forget how to play.

Well then. Perhaps he does have a few skills he can bring to the table.

“Uh, thank you?” He shifts his weight, rubs at his damp hair and enjoys the little thrill he gets from watching the way the guy's eyes follow the flex of his muscles.

One neat eyebrow rises. “Thank you? Are you new?”

“Oh! Oh, yeah. First night.” 

The guy, and that’s all he can think of him as, just some guy because if he thinks about who he is he’s gonna grab Penny and blow this whole damn thing, reaches over and flicks at the wad of notes. “Enjoying yourself?”

Gordon laughs, a little breathily, a little nervously, a little genuinely, and the tray slips to the ground with a clatter. “Sure! I mean, what’s not to love, right?”

The guy laughs too, rich and throaty, and hooks a finger through the belt loop of Gordon’s trousers to tug him towards him. The whites of his eyes glow violet, his smile almost alien as the lights strobe over them and his hand is cool against the skin above Gordon’s hip as he grips, twists, turns him to face Penny. She’s sitting up now, champagne glass raised, her lip between her teeth. Her shoulders are tensed ever so slightly, the pads of her fingers pale against the glass.

“What do you think?” he asks, “Should I keep him?” 

Penny’s eyes go wide, just a half second’s warning, and then she smiles, cool and cunning.

“Oh,” she says, her smile like ice. “Lets.”

[diariesof-kg]

Love & Order.

08_01_2021

I am bothered that I keep having dreams about this person. I am confused why my mind is going in reverse.  Why my mind creates these visuals of us happy and being together when that could never be.  Perhaps it’s the illusion of the mind.  Perhaps my dream is the reality of false hopes.  It’s strange and I need it to stop.  There are moments that I do miss, I can be honest about but I feel as those the rush of disappointments erased all of that.

I do embrace the dreams because they are true feelings that I had. I really loved and cared about her deeply.  It is extremely hard to make me fall in love.  I don’t rush into using the word love either.  I have to feel it on a spiritual level before it leaves my mouth.  I am at most disappointed with myself though. I reflect a lot and think, girl, you were blinded because you left a lot of people behind for things they did to you and you couldn’t see any of this coming.  But relationships are complicated as usual.  The last time we had a disagreement, was when she was doing my hair.  And I remember I just got over it quick and asked for a kiss.  And that was the end of it.  There are positive reasons why I stayed although it felt toxic as hell.  I had experienced things I didn’t experience in my past relationships.  I legit slept on the couch, floor after an argument from my past.  I legit couldn’t get a hug or kiss. It was bad and so part of me was getting something different and I stayed.  There were positive moments.

After the court proceedings, I reflected on what was said.  She said she bit me to get me to leave.  But I was bit outside of your residence and it wasn’t a nibble, it was cuts in my arms and a nasty bruise that looked gross overtime.  That statement made me sick to my stomach.  It just reminded me of victims in domestic violence situations get blamed for them being harmed.  She admitted to it, but still didn’t apologize.  It was disgusting.  This is why I will speak on what happened to me to the masses.  Because there are so many victims who live in silence, because of how conditioned they have become from their partners.  Like when she told me her friend slit her wrist and wrote I love you all over the girlfriend walls because they were breaking up.  What excuse is that?  What if your friend killed her girlfriend, you are going to blame the dead? She shouldn’t have broken up with someone crazy, then she’d be alive.  This is truthfully sick.  It makes sense why your friends are your friends and why as a flock of pigeons, neither one of you really held each other accountable.  Her and her friends find excuses to one’s actions and blames the victims.  That’s honestly scary.  I am lowkey scared for my life now.  I mean wow.  And then the person who paid you to mail drugs or what have you told you the police was coming and to not come home.  I should report his ass. LOL.  He part of the problem too.  You have a whole ring device to avoid the police from your recreational activities. Oh boy.

I am at peace though.  I feel refreshed after everything that has happened.  I wish I could date someone else, but I am stuck, well my soul is stuck on the person who betrayed me.  I am patiently waiting for everything to resolve itself, so that I can move on and be with someone else.  I feel like the timing and the universe will work itself out.  I honestly love the Buffins.  The way they built their foundation and their relationship is goals.  They both have great work ethics and indulge in each other.  I know where they are with each other took a lot of time, but when you know that person is your forever I am going to have to assume something silently dings.  I thought she was my person too, but somehow I was wrong.  Still upset with myself about that.  I even thought, what if all this blows over and we reunite but then I think to myself, she told a federal employee that I stole her identity.  I just can’t forgive that.  That’s really dangerous to lie like that.  You walking around Los Angeles telling lies like that.  I work for the government how gross can you get.  You could make up any lie on me but that is too far.  Even the lawyer was shocked and was like, you work with so many people, why would you choose her.  Especially when they ask if she has a job or monies.  They trying to understand the motive here.  Like that is disgusting.  That’s part of my story too.  Like I said, someone else is for me.  A soulmate.  A lifetime partner.  I just have to be patient enough.  I want to move in with my partner and travel together.  I want to propose the whole nine.

So before everything hit the fan, I had this plan to ask her to be my gf.  The only person that knew of this was my bff Nay.  I had told her to ask her what kind of ring she likes and all these questions.  I started taking her out on random dates just to see how things could go.  I had bought a ring, lordt nobody knows, because they’d all kill me. Lol.  But I did.  You can even check my bookmarks.  Even when I was planning Big Sur, it was all part of the plot.  I remember trying to figure out how to get her out of the resort room to set this all up.  I even reached out to a planner.  I am very romantic when it comes to showing my partner love.  I don’t believe in showing it upfront all the time, because its cliche.  I even had the idea of at my house.  It was a thing.  And this was being planned since December.  I think my bff did ask silver or gold and my bff said silver.  It was bound to happen regardless of us being on bad terms, because I never give up on what I truly feel.  But parts of me is glad I saw those tweets.  Because I would have been a dumbass bish looking real stupid.  I mean I still looked stupid because I was loyal and not being flirtatious to others. I am still upset at my damn self to be honest.

I wake up everyday feeling great, because I can replan it for someone else.  I can fall in love with someone else.  I can spoil someone else who will truly love and care about me.  Who is secure within themselves and open.  That is what keeps me going.  Even though I felt broken after April 30th, I told my therapist no one will ever want me.  And I cried for a week.  I look back and think damn I survived that.  Someone will accept me as damage goods and understand my past.  I do believe it will happen soon.  It’s difficult being that covid has made its rounds again.  But I took time from work to refocus on a few things.  My room is almost done.  Its going to be like a spiritual room when you walk in.  You can meditate, write on the board of things you want to let go of and then it’s just that.  I my friends to feel at peace when they come in.  I know it seems strange but that’s how I want my condo to be as well.  Like a zen vibe.  I am just waiting for more stuff to be delivered.  I am excited about that.  I have not have the urge to hop back on any dating sites.  I do feel different about myself.  I have never had trust issues at all.  And now I do.  I am definitely scared to get to know someone or allow them to know me.  It’s not a good feelings at all.  But I do want to be with someone by 2022.  I want to share a life with someone.  There is no rush but I for one don’t want to be past 35, still can’t be in a relationship.

Parts of me is sad though too.  Because we would look at million dollar homes and in my head, I knew how simple it would to get it.  But like spiritual z said, you can’t protect her anymore and I have to move on and get out of this cycle.  But I do want to settle down by 2022.  I want to get this townhouse or condo and then a Tesla.  And then whomever is interested can have the choice as we get serious to move in with me or we get a place together.  All about communication and commitment and I am ready for that.  But also, I have to close this chapter.  Which means after telling my story to the blogs, the groups etc. and I am fully healed, I know the universe will be ready to send me someone by the end of the year.  I am honestly excited, because I am definitely going to take my future bae on a vacation by the 5th date.  I am not playing this time.  I have the means to do it, so why not.  I saved up enough for anything I desire at this point.  Plus thank you MTV and VH1.  Thank you for all the bookings honestly.  

To end this blog, I will post the responses I received after the domestic violence occurred.  I posted this anonymously to avoid being flooded in my inbox.  But it made me feel better about the situation, especially when you are torn. 

Until next time...

[disaster-bay-leaf]

Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

[chessiesystem]

StEx Appreciation Month, Day 31: Nitpicks

SO, I have a LOT of nitpicks about literally every aspect of the show, like I could go on and on, but then this post would be the embodiment of this gif:

So for today I’m just going to focus on costume nitpicks! Like with everything in the show I have an ideal version of everyone’s costume/wig/makeup, so today I’ll just go over my main nitpicks with the various costumes and post my favorite versions!

Obligatory JapanAus picture because those tours overall had the BEST costume aesthetics.

Let’s get started:

(Also just to go ahead and get this out of the way, this post is almost completely ignoring the 2018 redesigns, like. Those don’t live in my head. I’ll just be focusing on the Broadway/Bochum/tour designs.)

Rusty:

Okay so with Rusty my main nitpick is!!! That stupid empty black space that’s above his chest plate in SO many of the costumes!! Like WHY is that there?! Here’s a good picture of it:

It drives me absolutely insane aljsldf. Luckily Bochum eventually corrected this but that it was ever there drives me up a wall.

Another nitpick is his headband… I can tolerate it when it’s paired with the hat, but I can’t stand it on its own, it just looks ugly to me. And speaking of his hat, I love most versions of it, EXCEPT for the New Starlight Express one where it was styled after a baseball cap. That bothers me on a level I don’t even fully understand alsjflds.

Anyway, I think overall my favorite version of Rusty’s costume is the 2018 version… I think the silhouette looks strange, especially from the side, like kind of too baggy? But overall it’s really cute, I love the colors and the new chest plate design, and the HAT. Also really like the new makeup!! It was looking rough for a minute lmao.

This is Peak Performance (not the Pearl…definitely not the Pearl):

Pearl:

Being as I’m in love with most of Pearl’s costumes I actually don’t have a ton of nitpicks. I think my main one is that I’m not a fan of the salmon/gold tones that were sometimes used for the bodice. For example:

I think moreso than the costumes I’m critical of Pearl’s wigs. I HATE when she has straight wigs… the only exception to this rule is Stephanie Lawrence’s and Nikki Belsher’s because those wigs were also big and fluffy. But that lanky thing Bochum had in the early 2000s? Terrible. Pearl should have big, dramatic curls. Also, this should go without saying but her hair should be PINK. Blonde Pearl actually gives me acid reflux.

Also I don’t think much attention is given to her headpiece, but I really love when they’re big and princess-y. Like, this headpiece with these earrings? I love:

As far as a favorite Pearl costume, that’s really hard because I love so many of them, but I’ll say this one. I think it’s a nice balance of pink and white:

Greaseball:

I don’t have a ton of nitpicks about Greaseball’s costume… like, it fucks pretty hard? I moreso have beef with his makeup. NONE of these men know how to blend and it looks terrible. I get that it might be a stage makeup thing that looks better under stage lights but I still don’t even really buy that because every other character blends?? Also, I don’t like how the makeup is just contouring… I get that it’s to make the actors look more masculine, which does suit Greaseball’s character, but PLEASE give that diesel some character makeup!!

I really stan the Broadway makeup for this reason. Look at this Jareth-looking bitch, he looks amazing! And it’s just SO cool:

Idk even this London makeup is pretty okay imo… anything to make him more visually interesting 😭:

Dinah:

My main gripe with Dinah’s costume will forever and always be the apron lmao. I’m very, very picky about it because it’s SO easy to make look tacky as hell. The 2018 apron is the ugliest its ever been, I’m sorry:

LIKE WHY IS IT SO BIG AND LONG. Also the silver strap around her chest is WAY too high now. I swear they tried to make the 2018 coaches more modest in the ugliest ways possible. But anyway.

I prefer for the apron to only be beneath the belt, but if it also has to be above the belt I can tolerate it if its small, like the Broadway design or the earlier Bochum designs. I also prefer when her leggings are on the more silver/metallic side than just straight up blue. Broadway and Japan-Australia had the right idea with how metallic they made everyone look.

As far as Bochum goes, I feel like the costume’s peak was from like 1997 to 2007:

PERSONALLY, though, my ideal Dinah costume would be Debbie Wake’s from the Japan tours. The color, the leggings, the wig, it’s all so… Peak! I also really love how the top of her skirt is divided into sections?? It’s really cute. The only thing I’d change is I’d remove the part of the apron that reaches above the belt and adjust the color of her wig. But otherwise I love this one so much 🥺🥺🥺:

Electra:

I have a lot of very disjointed thoughts on Electra’s costume, but bottom line is I’m rarely content with it… but my MAIN nitpick is definitely the color scheme. I know that it’s intended to be blue/red/silver but instead it often looks blue/red/white to me and I just CANNOT dissociate that from the American flag/overzealous patriotism alsjdlf, it kind of gives me heartburn. I’ve seen some fan redesigns of the costume that incorporate a blue/red/gold color scheme instead and I think that could REALLY fuck, though I don’t know how it’d translate to the stage/irl. Or just?? Design his palette after the bi flag colors??

Another nitpick is how boxy and bulky his chest box often is. I feel like I can’t criticize this TOO harshly because, in my opinion, this musical should be FIRMLY 80s, and that’s probably what counted as “futuristic” in the 80s, but it’s just a personal preference of mine that I wish his chest piece was more slender and streamlined. I think it’d make the silhouette better and just?? Look better??

I also don’t like most of the mohawk wigs… they just look… VERY cheap and fake to me most of the time. I prefer the looser/wilder wigs because they look softer and more natural.

ANYWAY I’ve found that the costume that actually sates most of these complaints for me is the Japan-Australia costume. The palette actually looks blue, red, and SILVER to me, and the body suit is just?? Sooo shiny and metallic and sparkly?? It’s so pretty. The wig is a perfect balance of the looser/wilder London wigs and the early mohawk wigs, and the MAKEUP is so good, it’s the only time I’ve seen a silvery/metallic base on Electra work and NOT whitewash the fuck out of the actor. Not to mention the base in JapanAus matched the body suit REALLY well and aaaah idk I could wax poetic about this costume all night aljsfld it’s really good and I appreciate it for being the, like, one (1) Electra costume I vibe with 😭.

Again, I’d streamline the chest box if I could but overall? This is peak performance:

CB:

Off the bat I’ll say I hate how big his shoulder boxes have gotten over the years. Like they are just ridiculously massive, it looks kind of awkward when the actors can’t even rest their arms by their sides due to it. They look like little kids wearing arm floats. Also not a fan of how much lower the neckline has gotten, and how much smaller the bandana has gotten?? His chest and neck are SO exposed now when they use to be completely covered and it irks the hell out of me.

Funnily, this one picture pretty clearly displays all three of these nitpicks:

Compare this to back when the neckline was higher/the bandana larger, he’s completely covered. He also isn’t fucking DROWNING in his shoulder boxes:

Also not a fan of the hair piece Bochum has used in recent years. Like it was just so much cuter when the actors used their real hair :^//. And I just Do Not Vibe with how straight and neat the hair piece is, CB has wild, curly hair and I’ll die on that hill.

ALSO, and this is more specific to just one actor, but I kind of hate Dan Ellison’s makeup aljsldf. Like it’s well done but it just has far too much going on. All what CB needs done is his cheeks, his eyes, and his lips— all that extra that Dan does on his jawline and with the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes is just… too much. And it frustrates me so much because he would be SO much cuter if he went with a simpler makeup!! Ugh. But anyway.

This was 100% the makeup at its best, like. Absolutely peak, thank you Thierry Gondet:

And my favorite costume comes from the 1990 Japan tour. I ADORE how this chest box is fitted and designed, and it just looks so shiny and red? Like it was freshly washed and painted 😭. Not to mention the red contour on his temples is kind of a Look:

The only thing I’d adjust is I’d give him the suspenders present in most of his costumes, because they’re honestly adorable. And, of course, he needs his Chessie System sticker. But otherwise? This is Peak Performance.

Okay I was gonna do more but this thing is fuckoff long as it is, so I��ll just stick to the Big Six. If you made it this far you’re a trooper, thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings aljsldfs.

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Healing Stellar Vibes

AO3

Danny had, from the beginning, thought that his ability to repair himself from damage was probably his second favorite power right after flying.  It was beyond helpful after a fight with Skulker or Valerie or some competent ghost that was out to get him.  One thing he’d always wished – silently, in his head where Desiree couldn’t hear him – was that he could extend that to Sam and Tucker.  They did so much to help him in his fights and they had to get real good with concealer real fast when things got serious in their fights.  He had hoped, of course, that the ability to extend that neat healing power to others would come to him at any time, though he’d expected it in the middle of a crisis situation, such as all his other powers.

In the middle of English class, the sun warming his face while he leaned on his hand, tilted toward Mikey instead of Tucker for once since Mikey was closer to the window, Danny found himself thinking about space more than about the hidden meaning in whatever literary text Lancer had cooked up for them to go over today.  He thought, of course, about the stars and life and how the two were affected by each other.  This had almost nothing to do with him getting high off of ghost nip that one time, no siree, just your standard contemplation about how every living thing came from the stars, and how all the people and beings on Earth were just the ghosts of a long dead star.  His hand had found his pencil and doodles of the night sky were being sketched very much so without Danny’s conscious input but that was just how it was sometimes.

Eyes drifting as much as his mind, Danny noticed for a moment that Mikey had a few bruises on him, likely from Dash being an asshole.  Feeling sympathetic, Danny reached out and patted the ginger on the shoulder, offering him a smile.  What the ghost boy did not expect was to find his ghostly energy surging to his fingertips and into Mikey, filling him with the cool warmth of the space just around a star, silver, gold and green light rippling like flames just beneath the nerd’s skin as his purple and yellow bruises fixed themselves up and healed over to a healthy pink.  Danny noticed only the flaring up of his powers, though, not what they had done, and his attention snapped up to the board and around the room, searching for anything that might’ve set them off.  Finding nothing, Danny shrugged and leaning back in his chair, trying to focus on Lancer’s dry as toast lecture.

 Unlike Danny, Mikey was not so oblivious as to fail to notice the energy surging through his body like a friendly live wire, healing up his injuries.  He was a somewhat intelligent boy, he liked to think, and it didn’t take much to put together that Danny had been the source of his new found lack of pain. Now, to an outside observer not from Amity Park this would be cause for alarm or shock or something like that.  Mikey, however, has been a resident of Amity Park his entire life.  When Danny Fenton was in his 6th grade algebra class and Dash had been calling Tucker names, Danny’s eyes flared up a toxic neon green that they all now knew was the color of ectoplasm.  Jasmine Fenton, when not paying attention to what she was doing, caused books to move toward her – either dragged toward her on what appeared to be an invisible string, or simply appearing where she needed it.  Mikey has seen Danny walk through a vending machine while talking and not notice.  This was weird, yes, but it was nothing new at all.

So, instead of freaking out, Mikey reached into his bag, pulled out a blueberry lollipop and slipped it to Danny, who accepted it without looking or really noticing.  Once the pop was in his mouth, wrapping vanished in pockets that some were certain had no actual limit to their depth, the nerd turned his attention back to class.  Unlike Danny, he actually found Lancer at least mildly interesting.

And then he heard the soft rumbling purrs of a cat coming from none other than Danny Fenton himself.

Everyone paused for just a moment, the students behind him and on the sides turning their attention blatantly toward the purring teen while Lancer cocked his head to the side and listened.  Tucker’s phone was out and recording immediately, as were several others, and Mikey heard at least one person coo about how adorable that was.  Danny didn’t seem to notice, and before he could notice and probably stop purring, everyone went back to normal class things.  It wouldn’t do to let him know so soon when it was far more entertaining to see how long it took to notice on his own.

Turns out, it wasn’t until the end of class when Danny leaned on Tucker’s shoulder on the way out and saw the silver light just beneath the geek’s skin that he stopped purring.  The absence of the vibration did more to tell him about it than it’s arrival.  “Guys, was I vibrating just now?”

“You were purring like a kitten,” Sam whispered with a wide smirk.  “It was honestly kinda cute.  Also, is Tucker glowing or do I need to get my eyes checked?”

“Oh no, I’m feeling tingly. But it’s like, a good tingly?  Like, scrapes from the last few fights are feeling less sore all of a sudden?”

“Huh.”  Danny pulled up Tucker’s arm and gave it a pinch.

“Nope, nothing but your fucking pinch,” Tucker said, elbowing Danny in his ribs.  “Thanks, by the way.”

“I expected to get something like this during a fight, not gonna lie.  Wait, shit, what if people-“

“Everyone just sorta waited for you to notice you were purring, Danny.”  Sam ruffled his hair and he bat at her hands.  “No one thinks you’re a ghost, they think you’re mutated by your parents’ experiments and shit.”

“That’s not inaccurate,” Danny muttered.  “How long have people thought that?”

“In those exact words? About 8th grade.  In general though?  About 4th grade.”

“What?!”

“Danny, your eyes have glowed since that one time in the park when Kwan and Dash were being little shits to us.”

Danny took a deep breath and buried his face in Tucker’s sweater, screaming for a moment, and then leaned on his best friend.  “Why is this my life?”

“Better question is why you think the perfect cover story is a bad thing?”  Sam arched a brow.  “This is literally the best way to make sure no one figures you out.”

“It kinda paints my parents in the worst light ever, though,” Danny mumbled.

“It’s an accurate light, you’ve been glowing, seeing things that other people can’t, and sometimes making people feel lighter than they should since forever bro.”  Wonderful.  Danny needed time to figure that out.

“Think Frostbite can help me figure out this healing thing?” That was a good distraction.  His powers always kept him from thinking too hard about things – that and ghost fights.

[out-of-jams]

Airplane Mode | Track 07: 21st Century Girl | jhs

Summary: Inspired by Love at First Touch by bagelswrites

In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you're really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate in time, they starve to death.

So what happens when your soulmate is a world famous idol?

And you're just one fan in a sea of many who can't even speak the same language?

Pairing: Hoseok/ FemOC

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Explicit language.

Warnings: Explicit language. Anxiety. Somewhat brief depiction of a panic attack.

Words written in bold are spoken in Korean.

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“It’s cold as hell.” Eunjae’s mumbled complaint passed through the black face mask pulled over her mouth and dissipated into the winter air.

With teeth chattering, she quickened her pace to keep up with the older woman next to her. Eunjae’s over the knee black boots clicked against the sidewalk and she took a moment to be grateful that they were only three inch stiletto heels. Even with the sleeves of the thick, red Supreme hoodie that she’d borrowed from Hoseok’s closet that morning covering her hands, she was still freezing.

There wasn’t much that she could have used from his wardrobe without looking like she was playing dress-up, so Eunjae did what she could. A small, cute black belted fanny purse that she’d designed months ago was hooked around her slim waist. With her silver hair loose down her back and tiny rings through her cartilage piercings, Eunjae was pulling off a very Ariana Grande-esque look.

She’d been lucky that while her clothes were nowhere to be seen, most of her shoes and accessories had been shipped out to Seoul early. So after digging through two boxes worth of various shoes, she’d found her favorite pair of boots. Even though Eunjae wasn’t necessarily self conscious of her short height, her footwear collection might say otherwise. Almost every pair she owned were either platformed or heeled. Though she did own the occasional regular pair of running shoes.

“Let’s go in here.” Eunjae barely got a warning from the woman walking beside her before she cut to the right and almost left Eunjae in the dust.

At eleven am on the dot that morning, the doorbell to Eunjae’s apartment rang, effectively scaring the hell out of her. She’d been in the bathroom inspecting herself in the foggy mirror, the steamy air from her recent shower billowing out into the hallway.

The sound had startled her so much that Eunjae’s hand jolted from where she’d been drawing on winged eyeliner. The brush jerked, leaving a huge black streak down her cheek, which she scrubbed at viciously as she stumbled to the door. Luckily, the bruises had faded completely from her skin due to the impromptu cuddling session in the car with Hoseok on the way back from the airport.

Unlike earlier that morning, there was only one ring of the doorbell as the person on the other side waited patiently. With sudden nerves invading her senses, Eunjae hastily ran a hand down the hoodie she converted into a dress. The hem fell a little lower than mid-thigh and she was grateful that her boots were tall enough to help prevent her from accidentally flashing someone.

Eunjae took a moment to take a deep breath before pulling open the front door. She wasn’t normally so nervous about meeting new people. In fact, she was actually pretty outgoing. But something about the whole situation just made her a bundle of nerves that she tried to hide behind the bright smile she pasted onto her face.

Standing on the other side of the door was a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties. Though it was hard to tell for sure. The woman’s wavy black hair was cut into a fashionable bob that did well to accentuate her elf-like face. She was dressed business casual, with a white blouse underneath a black blazer, french tucked into a pair of jeans. The woman had on a pair of short white heels with a cross body purse hanging from her shoulders.

She gave Eunjae a polite bow of the head and extended her hand with a smile on her red painted lips. “Hello, Morales Eunjae-ssi. My name is Park Soyeon and I’m here to show you around Seoul.”

Soyeon’s soft, accented voice soothed Eunjae’s nerves and she reached out to take her offered hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You as well.” Soyeon brushed her hand through her short hair, the gold watch on her wrist glinting under the lights. “I work as an English interpreter for the company, so I’ve also been appointed to tutor you in Korean, if that is something that you’re interested in.”

With a hand still swiping the excess eyeliner gel from her face, Eunjae stepped to the side and waved the woman in politely. “Absolutely. Yes. Come in and please ignore the mess that is my face.”

Now, almost two hours later and a healthy amount of shopping to break the ice, Soyeon’s personality was beginning to emerge. The woman was professional, that was a given, but the more time the pair spent together, the more Eunjae discovered that the woman’s initial innocent appearance was far from true. Her energy was enough to rival Hoseok and despite being in her mid thirties, she gave off a very spirited vibe. And the woman loved to shop.

Eunjae found that out the hard way when she had to physically hold Soyeon back from dragging her into all the high end stores in Gangnam. While yes, Big Hit was paying to supply Eunjae with enough clothes and necessities to last until the rest of her belongings arrived in Seoul, she didn’t feel comfortable racking up a huge bill. Soyeon had pouted all the way to the less expensive, less high end designer stores. But she’d perked right back up at the cute displays in the windows. Apparently, Soyeon’s girlfriend was huge into fashion, which only served to prompt the woman into even more of a shopping fiend than normal, since their anniversary was fast approaching.

Sitting across from Soyeon at a corner table inside a cozy cafe, Eunjae sipped idly at the sweating glass of water in front of her. With one hand fingering the sleeve of her too big hoodie, the other tapped across the screen of her brand new iphone. That had been something that Eunjae decidedly couldn’t pass up on, since she needed it to communicate and all.

Soyeon had nearly run her down in the Apple store when Eunjae tried to pay for it herself. While she didn’t have a job, she still kept up a somewhat steady flow of income into her bank account. Sometimes Miles would invite her to costar in some of his YouTube videos (or she’d just invite herself over since she practically lived there anyway) and since he made so much revenue, he would split the profits with her. Despite explaining this to the interpreter who snatched her wallet, the woman refused to acquiesce. So Eunjae reluctantly let Soyeon swipe the black company credit card to purchase it.

The first app that Soyeon had insisted she download was something that everyone in South Korea had. The air in Seoul wasn’t always clean enough for the human body to inhale, so the app forecasted when and when not a face mask was needed in order to step outside. Hence the face mask currently pulled down below Eunjae’s chin.

“So I think after this, we head back to the company. Sound good?” Soyeon’s voice came out muffled as she chewed on the end of her straw. The iced latte in her plastic cup was almost completely drained with more ice than coffee left.

“Sure.” Eunjae closed out of the most recent text thread with Miles and set her phone on the table. “If you want.”

Soyeon paused in her vicious chugging to eye Eunjae over the rim of her coffee. The woman’s eyes were narrowed in thought and she pursed her lips as she stirred the remainder of her drink. “You nervous to meet the boys?”

Eunjae huffed a laugh and dropped her gaze to her cup, using the tips of her pointer fingers to push it back and forth across the table. “I’m just surprised you’re done shopping is all. You were like a tornado of fabric and credit cards back there. I thought they’d have to call in a SWAT team to stop you.”

“Uh huh.” Soyeon leaned forward on the table and placed her chin on her fists, lipstick stained straw pressed between her lips. “You have nothing to worry about. The boys will be nothing if not respectful.”

She reached out a hand to stop Eunjae’s fidgeting ones, pausing long enough for Eunjae to look up. “Besides, you barely speak Korean and not all of them completely understand English. What could possibly go wrong?”

With a playful roll of her eyes, Eunjae snorted in amusement and fell back against her chair. “That’s like, exactly what someone says right before shit hits the fan.”

“Whelp.” Soyeon shrugged, taking one last noisy pull of her drink. “What’s that weird English phrase you showed me earlier?”

Eunjae simply raised a brow in response, lips pursed in mirth.

Soyeon giggled before standing from her chair with a wink. “‘Ain’t nothing to it, but to do it.’”

“I regret showing you that video so much right now.” Eunjae groaned but followed the older woman’s lead, standing and shoving her phone into the purse around her waist.

The ride to BigHit Entertainment was spent with Eunjae anxiously playing with the sleeves hanging over her hands. Numerous bags stuffed with more clothes than she needed spread across the backseat in a multicolor rainbow of plastic. A radio station streaming Seoul’s most current popular music blasted from the car speakers. Soyeon had turned the volume up to an obnoxious level, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel along with the beat.

Eunjae sank down further in her seat, causing the top of the hoodie to bunch up closer to her nose. The faded scent of, well, Hoseokstuck to the fabric and she had to stop herself from burrowing into it. She felt strangely comforted by the smell in a way that she didn’t understand. Maybe it was just a soulmate thing? Or perhaps it was because he was the closest person that she knew in the whole country? Who knew. Which was a little sad in and of itself since she barely even knew the guy.

The closer she got to the company, the more her nerves came out to play. Eunjae tried to push the thoughts--the reality--of the situation to the far recesses of her mind for as long as possible. But now she was less than two miles away from coming face to face with the boy group that she’d been fangirling over for a while now. Not only that, but she would have to put all of her nerves, her doubts, her starstruck anticipation aside because her soulmate was J-Fucking-Hope.

What if the members of Bangtan hated her? What if, for some reason, they couldn’t get along? Where would that leave her with Hoseok? Would he grow to dislike her too? Eunjae didn’t want to imagine being rejected by the one person in the world that the universe decided to pair her with. She didn’t know if she could handle that.

Over and over, the thoughts played in a continuous loop in her head until she’d worked herself up into an anxious mess. With her bottom lip caught between her lips, Eunjae fiddled with the golden crescent moon shaped earrings in her lobes. She clenched her eyes shut and turned her focus back outward, grasping onto the closest thing to keep her grounded.

Some song from Red Velvet was blasting from the speakers and Eunjae let the lyrics flush the dangerous thoughts from her mind. She had a habit of doing that sometimes: working herself up with situations that always turned out to be way less of a problem than she’d feared. And Eunjae didn’t want to turn into panicking mess before she even stepped foot out of the car.

Just as she got her anxiety under control, Soyeon whipped the compact SUV up to a gated parking lot. The woman barely had to slow to a stop and flash her employee badge before the security guard at the gate let her in. The car maneuvered around the various filled spaced until Soyeon finally pulled into an empty spot. As she cut the transmission, Eunjae took one last steeling breath.

“Come on, kid.” The woman patted her shoulder comfortingly before she opened her door and slipped out.

The cold air from outside shocked Eunjae back to her senses and she scrambled out to follow. The stiletto heels of her boots clacked against the concrete parking lot as she followed Soyeon inside the building. For once, Eunjae was thankful for the cold because it forced her to pick up the pace to prevent herself from freezing to death.

Instead of taking the front entrance of the building, the parking lot led to a back entrance for what appeared to be employees only. Soyeon bounced on the toes of her shoes as she quickly slid her laminated employee card through the scanner at the side of the door. With a beep, it flashed green and the woman rushed to pull the door open. She barely gave Eunjae two seconds to scramble in after her to avoid being locked out.

White marble floors and beige painted walls greeted the pair as they slipped inside. Eunjae had been expecting some kind of grand, showy interior. There were absolutely zero pictures of the inside of the BigHit Entertainment building online, which left ARMY to speculate what it was actually like inside. What she hadn’t been prepared for however, was how normal it looked.

Where they entered looked like any normal office building. They were in a wide, open hallway with a bright green exit sign glowing above the door they’d entered. To the right was another door that led to a stairway that Eunjae presumed went all the way up to the top floor. The rest of the hallway was empty of life: no doors, no employees, nothing. Just a security camera perched on the ceiling with a red light slowly blinking in and out of existence.

Soyeon turned to Eunjae with a sigh of relief, most likely from having just escaped the biting cold. The puse dangling from her shoulder swung with the moment and Eunjae had to shuffle out of the way to avoid being hit. “Well, this is where we part ways. I have a lot of work I need to catch up on.”

Eunjae blinked in both shock and confusion, stuffing her facemask into the purse around her waist. “Wait, you’re just going to leave me here?”

A short laugh left Soyeon’s red painted lips, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Not--”

Before the woman could finish her sentence, the metal door to the staircase swung wide open. It hit the wall with a thud as whoever pushed it put too much force against it. A sheepish looking Hoseok poked his head out from the doorway and he checked to make sure he didn’t put a dent in the wall.

“--exactly.” Soyeon finished her statement with a smirk of amusement. Tilting her head to the side, she raised an eyebrow at the rapper. A string of rapid Korean left her lips and if her teasing tone was anything to go by, Eunjae could take a guess at what she was saying.

Hoseok’s eyes scrunched as he let out a loud laugh; a shrug lifting his slim shoulders. “Whoops?”

The words had barely left his mouth before his attention turned to Eunjae. Quicker than she could process, he scanned her from head to toe. His expression morphed into something unreadable, eyes darkening in the fluorescent light. But before she could try to discern it, his eyes flashed back to hers with a dimpled smile, hair pushed back from his forehead like he’d ran his hand through it repetitively.

“How was shopping? Good?” The question left Hoseok’s mouth carefully, like was was trying to make sure that he was translating the correct words.

As with every other time Eunjae found herself around the man, the corners of her lips pulled up into a smile. She was the type of person where the energy of others directly affected her own. While he wasn’t as goofy and loud as he was on camera in person, the man’s friendly disposition rolled off him in waves so strong she could almost feel it on her skin.

“Yeah. Very good.” Eunjae shoved her still cold hands into the pouch of her borrowed hoodie.

“Aw, my little protégé!” Soyeon’s icy cold fingers pinched one of Eunjae’s cheeks playfully, earning an annoyed nose scrunch. “You’ll be fluent in Korean before you know it.”

Soyeon, much to Eunjae’s benefit (or horror), had been throwing random Korean words and phrases at her all day. After making her repeat them a few dozen times, the woman would give her random pop quizzes at the most inopportune times. And if that wasn’t enough, Soyeon had the habit of sometimes abandoning Eunjae at a store counter to fend for herself (“Immersion is the best learning tool, kid.”). All-in-all, the woman’s teaching methods were completely abnormal, but Eunjae couldn’t say they weren’t a little effective.

“Yah.” Eunjae waved the Soyeon’s hand off with a pout. “You’re such a bully. I didn’t sign up for this.”

“Sucks to suck, kid. Anyway,” Soyeon put a hand between Eunjae’s shoulder blades and pushed her towards an amused looking Hoseok. “Go hang out until the boss man sends someone to come get you two. Shouldn’t be too long, but also, who knows with how long business meetings usually last?”

The woman left no time for anyone to reply before she turned on her heel and strutted down the hallway. Pointing a finger at Eunjae from over her shoulder she added, “I’ll have someone drop those clothes off later today. And I’ll meet with you sometime either tomorrow or the day after. Seeya!”

All Eunjae could do was stare as Soyeon disappeared around the corner. She’d evaporated just as quickly as she’d appeared.

The sound of Hoseok clearing his throat brought her attention back to him and even with the added height of her boots, she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. He nodded his head back towards the door to the staircase.

“After you.”

Murmuring her thanks, Eunjae stepped past him into the stairwell. It was just as empty as the hallway and the drab colored steps seemed almost endless, twisting up and out of sight. Turning back to Hoseok as he followed behind her, Eunjae raised a brow, half curious and half anxious. “Where to?”

“Studio. Everyone..,” Hoseok flashed her a reassuring smile, hands gesturing with his words. “Excited to meet you.”

Well if that didn’t send a jolt of nervous anticipation down Eunjae’s spine, she didn’t know what would. She wasn’t sure if she should be thankful that the rest of the members were excited to meet her or if she should feel more pressured to make a good first impression. With her finger pointed to herself, she squeaked, “me?”

Hoseok’s contagious laugh forced the tight muscles in her shoulders to relax a tad. He opened his mouth to respond, but before any words could make their way out, a loud rumble sounded from his stomach. His eyes widened and he looked down at his body as if he’d been betrayed.

“Hungry?” Eunjae stifled a giggle behind a sweater paw. It reminded her, however, that she had yet to eat for the day. The dread that had been weighing down her stomach all day had effectively chased away her appetite. Now though, it mingled with a twinge of hunger.

“A little.” Hoseok smiled sheepishly with a hand resting on his stomach like that would stop the sound from escaping again.

“Have you eaten?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Eunjae’s brows pinched in concern at the grimace on his face. Hoseok’s shoulders lifted a little in a shrug. “Tried.”

“But?” She urged.

“I..,” Hoseok’s nose scrunched as if the memory he was reliving was unpleasant. His head tilted to the side slightly, eyes raising like the words he was searching for were etched into the bottom of the staircase above them. “Got sick.”

Eunjae’s eyes widened at what he was saying. She quickly did the mental math in her head, counting the weeks since they’d initiated First Touch. The timeline just about matched up to the normal statistic of when food would become totally obsolete to the body. Since she hadn’t eaten anything that day she didn’t know if her body would react the same.

And she didn’t really want to test that theory.

Slipping a hand out of her hoodie pouch, Eunjae extended it out towards Hoseok. The movement pulled his gaze down to her outstretched hand and she wiggled her fingers with a small laugh at his questioning eyes. “I’d be a bad soulmate if I let you starve.”

His slender fingers intertwined with hers slowly, almost completely wrapping around her smaller hand. Any remaining tension in her body dissipated at the electric current that burst through her veins with the feeling of safety, warmth, home. With a flash of his dimples, Hoseok gave her hand a quick squeeze of thanks and turned to the stairs.

“This way.”

As they ascended the steps, Eunjae couldn’t help but silently thank the fact that the touch of a soulmate also took away the feeling of pain. While she was used to walking around in heels, the toes of her shoes were starting to pinch her feet and it would only be a matter of time before she had to change her confident strut into an awkward shuffle.

Hoseok pushed the metal door open once they reached the third floor and Eunjae followed him out into the hallway. The heels of her boots sunk into the soft carpet and she sent him a questioning look when his hand slipped from hers.

He simply nodded his head at the doors lining the length of the long hallway. Words embedded in the frosted glass doors read out the names of some of BigHit’s main producers. Hoseok threw a wink over his shoulder and held a finger to his lips. “Shhh.”

Eunjae just hummed in understanding. From what Sejin had said weeks ago at their initial meeting, the nature of her and Hoseok’s soulbond had to be kept on the downlow. She just wasn’t sure who was or was not informed. Did anyone outside of Bangtan and their management get to know? With the way Hoseok didn’t touch her as they walked down the hallway, Eunjae hazarded a guess that none of the producers knew.

The hallway was quiet except for the occasional sound of drums or piano keys drifting from the closed studio doors. Eunjae couldn’t help her inner fangirl from internally screaming. Where she was walking, Producer’s Row, was where all of Bangtan’s songs were made. Just a few feet away from her could be the key to their next big hit.

Lost in thought, Eunjae almost ran into Hoseok’s back as he stopped in front of one of the frosted glass doors. His lips quirked up in amusement and she had no warning whatsoever before he twisted down the handle. All she could catch were the letters spelling out MonStudio.

As soon as it opened, music poured from the room and spilled out into the quiet hallway. Eunjae couldn’t see anything past Hoseok’s tall frame and she took that moment to gather herself. That was it. The moment that she’d been preparing for all day. She was about to meet the members of one of the most famous boy groups in the world.

She didn’t get much time to prepare before Hoseok’s hand slid back into hers and he lead her into the room. Whether he was grabbing her hand to soothe the nerves wafting off her in waves, or to sate his hunger, Eunjae wasn’t sure. But she didn’t give it much thought because there was only so much her overwhelmed brain could process at once.

MonStudio, Kim Namjoon’s studio, wasn’t very spacious. The walls on either side of his desk were taken up by glass shelves displaying numerous amounts of bears and trinkets gifted from fans. There was a leather couch pressed up against the wall closest to the door and a small coffee table in front of it. The knee high table was littered with paper, some balled up haphazardly and others with words and sentences scratched out in black ink.

Taking up a seat on the couch hunched over a notebook furiously scribbling was one of Korea’s most famous rappers. With his blond hair pushed back by a thick headband, Min Yoongi paused in his writing to look up at the sound of their entrance. The end of the pen in his hand tapped a staccato rhythm against his pale cheek like he couldn’t contain the words it itched to spill.

The rolling chair that had been facing the desk across the room spun around as well. Eunjae was grateful for Hoseok’s hand in hers keeping her grounded against the starstruck feeling creeping up her throat. Kim Namjoon, in all his dimpled, long-legged glory greeted them with a smile.

His pressed a button on the computer keyboard behind him that caused the music spilling from the giant speakers on his desk to cut off. Namjoon’s hair glittered a dark grey underneath the lights of his studio. The baggy green sweater and beige cargo shorts he wore almost blended into the beige painted walls. It was just those two waiting in the room and Eunjae felt her fear dwindle a little at the fact that she wouldn’t meet all six members at once.

“She’s here?” Tilting his head, Namjoon tried to peer around Hoseok, who almost instantly moved out of the way.

Eunjae suddenly felt like she was on display. At the corner of her vision she could see Yoongi’s eyes flicker down to where Hoseok’s hand was wrapped around hers. An uncharacteristically shy smile tilted at her lips and she wiggled the fingers of her free hand in a wave. “I’m here. Hi.”

Hoseok gently pulled her farther into the room and motioned back and forth between her and the two other men in the room. “Eunjae, Namjoon-ah. Yoongi-yah, Eunjae.”

The use of the informal nickname didn’t seem to bother Yoongi as both him and Namjoon dipped their heads in a respectful bow. Both men spoke their greetings at the same time, Yoongi’s deeper voice blending in with Namjoon’s.

“It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Namjoon’s English was perfect and Eunjae couldn’t help but feel a little relieved at the fact that he could translate between the four of them. Gesturing towards the couch that the eldest rapper was perched on, he smiled. “Please, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

Yoongi gathered the notebook in his hands and the stray pieces of paper scattered around him and shifted to sit on the floor at the other side of the coffee table. Eunjae’s eyes widened. “Wait! You don’t have t--”

“Too late!” Hoseok released her hand only to grab onto her shoulders and guide her to the now empty couch. She didn’t have time to argue as he dropped onto a cushion and pulled her down next to him.

Instead of taking her hand again, Hoseok simply threw an arm over her shoulders. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and she smiled in answer to his silent question. While he acted casual about the skinship between them, Hoseok repeatedly made sure that she was comfortable with it.

“So,” the sound of Namjoon’s voice brought her attention back to the other two in the room. Thankfully, neither of them made a comment about the fact that she was pressed into their best friend’s side. “How are you settling in?”

“I don’t think it’s fully hit me yet, to be honest.” Eunjae huffed a laugh, sinking further back into the comfortable couch. It was no wonder that the rappers would sometimes sleep in their studios if all of their couches were so plush.

“That’s understandable.” Namjoon’s golden cheeks dimpled. “It’s a pretty big change.”

“That’s one way to describe it.”

Namjoon snorted in amusement and crossed one of his legs over the other, the chair beneath him rolling back a little at the movement. “Well if you ever need anything, you can come to any of us. We’ll try to help you the best we can.”

Eunjae could feel Hoseok’s warm stare burning into the side of her face as she gave her thanks to the grey haired man. Yoongi simply sat cross-legged on the floor, attention wavering between the conversation going on around him and the open notebook on the coffee table. The words begging to be etched onto the page conflicted with his desire to participate. That and the fact that the blonde wasn’t entirely comfortable speaking in English.

Hoseok spoke to Namjoon, the end up his sentence lilting like a question.

“Hobi-yah wants to know how old you are.” Namjoon translated for the rapper at her side.

Blinking at the question, Eunjae almost smacked her forehead at the realization. Korean manners were based a lot around how old somebody was, with more respect going towards those who were your senior. And she couldn’t recall ever telling Hoseok her age, so she wasn’t offended at all by the question. “I’m twenty-three.”

Hoseok made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded halfway between teasing and something else that she couldn’t decipher. He tapped a finger against his chest and hummed, “older.”

“I know.” Eunjae’s answer pulled a smile from his lips.

“Speaking of,” Namjoon rested a cheek against one of his hands, his forearms propped up on the chair’s armrest. Whatever he was about to say got cut short as the door the MonStudio echoed in a knock. All attention turned towards the figure on the other side of the frosted glass. “Come in.”

The door swung open to reveal Sejin in all his exhausted glory. The man sent an apologetic smile at the occupants in the room, finger pushing up the falling frame of his glasses. “Sorry to interrupt, but Bang PD-nim is ready to see these two.”

Whatever slight comfort that Eunjae felt within the confines of the cozy studio was wiped away almost instantly. The anxiety that had turned to a gentle simmer cranked itself all the way up, threatening to bubble over. She held it in though, pushed it down until it hid behind the small upwards tilt of her lips. Hoseok moving his arm from around her shoulders had her bracing herself for the inevitable.

She followed him as he stood from the couch, and with a few quick parting words to the other two men in the room, Eunjae trailed after Hoseok’s fleeting back.

Time to put on your big girl panties, bitch.

[just-jordie-things]

Future Jumping - Peter Maximoff

word count: 5293 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) is a mutant that can see the future, and she winds up seeing who the love of her life is.  but it doesn’t exactly add up.  because Peter Maximoff in no way, shape, or form, could be her future husband... right?

(y/n) (y/l/n) was a time jumper.  A mutant with the ability to project her consciousness into any future or past version of herself, for any period of time.  She was powerful, that was for sure, and her mutation proved to be very useful.  Especially to a certain Charles Xavier.

Technically, she was nineteen, she’d let herself age as naturally as she could, trying not to stay in the past or future for extensive lengths of time, and just trying to live life as normally and without haste, and without spoiling her future for herself.

It was a difficult life, but she’d made it this far. ___

Sitting by the large oak, in front of the pond, (y/n) set down her journal, and just looked at the water, so blue and reflective, so beautiful.  But that’s not why she’d set down her things and allowed herself to zone out.

No, her powers were tingling, it felt as though her blood pumped a little faster and her fingers trembled with excitement.  Something important was happening, not right now, but ink the future.  She didn’t get visions, like Jean, or other telepaths, she just got a feeling when something big happens in the future.

The issue was, she didn’t know what it was, unless she projects to that time to see for herself.

“(y/n)?” Scott’s familiar voice called, and soon enough, he was jogging through the grass to get to her.

Some days her feeling, the vibe, as she called it, would hit hard, and restrict her ability to move or speak, like a panic attack.  And some days, the vibe was merely a passing thought, barely a pinch.

Right now, her legs trembled as a chill ran all the way down her spine.

“It’s bad isn’t it? Breathe with me, (y/n/n), can you speak? Do you need anything?”

She couldn’t get herself to form real words, as badly as she wanted to beg Scott, scream at him to slap her out of her frozen state.

“Oh God I-I’m not good at this-”

And then, suddenly, she let out a deep breath, and the moment passed.  All at once, relief flooded her, and it was all over.

“Thanks, Scott,” She sighed.  “You did fine, I really just prefer to not be alone”

He nodded, though unsurely, and took a deep breath of his own.

“Did you… see anything?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.  (y/n) shook her head as she picked up her journal and pen, sticking them into her bag.

“No, I never do” She told him with a shrug.

“Are you gonna… go see what happened?” He asked.  “In… the future?”

“No, I don’t think I will.  I don’t like to time jump, it could mess up everything without me even realizing it.  It’s tricky,” Scott scoffed as he nodded along.  “I’ll be alright, Summers, no need to worry about me.  Remember, this is my version of normal”

“Right” He agreed, chuckling a bit.

“I’m just gonna go tell the Professor though, just to let him know,” She told him as she stood up.  “He’s been logging the frequency of my vibes, just in case they happen so often that he suspects a war or something may be taking place”

Scott laughed and said goodbye as she took off, scooping up her bag and making her way as quickly as she could to Charles Xavier while trying not to draw attention to her haste. ___

Peter Maximoff was a speedster.  Not only because of his mutation, but also just in life in general.  He rushed through everything, never taking too long to really allow himself to settle in somewhere.  In fact, it wasn’t until he came to this school that he really felt like he was somewhere he belonged.

The day he’d met (y/n) was the day that changed his life.

It was a few weeks after the incident with Apocalypse, and Peter had ran all the way to Xavier’s mansion.  It took a whole minute.

(y/n) had been the one to answer the door:

“Hey- oh!” She looked him up and down with surprise, brows furrowing together.  “I thought you were Logan, what are you doing here?”

“Let me inside angel face and I’ll tell you all about it” Peter smirked and stepped forward to let himself in, but (y/n) put her hand up against the doorway and blocked his entry with her arm.

“Nice try, Silver,” She said.  “You’re gonna have to tell me who the hell you are first” There was a smug smile on her lips as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“Peter Maximoff”

“And what’s your business here, Peter Maximoff?”

“To get the cute girl to either give me her number, or get out of my way,” He answered.  (y/n) rolled her eyes.  “I’m here for Charles Xavier, is he still here?”

She blinked, and thought for a moment, before finally stepping aside and letting him in.

“Come with me” She ordered.

Peter walked silently behind her as she led him to Charles’ office.  Well, he was only silent for a few moments.

“So is this a real school?”

“Yes”

“And you go here?”

“Yes”

“And live here too”

“Yes” (y/n) sighed and walked a little faster to get this over with.

“I think I'm going to go here too”

There was a moment, ever so brief, where she paused, and then turned to look at him, as if for the first time.

“You are,” She mused, and his brows crinkled and a frown set on his lips, confused by her statement.  “And somehow, we’re going to be friends” She herself even looked confused, but she shook it off and led the rest of the way to get to Charles.

Peter would later learn that she has projected to the future to see that they become closer, and they somewhat have.

She had almost run right past him, but the perks of his powers was that he could catch up to anybody.

Next thing (y/n) knew, Peter was speed walking right next to her.

“Where you off to in such a hurry, (y/n/n)?” He queried.

“Just looking for the Professor,” She replied, and cocked an eyebrow towards him.  “No need to hold my hand the whole way there”

“Did you have a vibe? Do you know what it’s about? Did you project and see-“

“Yes, no, and no,” She answered before Peter could ramble out any more questions.  “I’m going to talk to Charles about it before I project”

“Why?” Peter asked, shaking his head, “You need permission now or something?”

“No,” She breathed out, “It was just… a strong one”

“Oh,” Peter mumbled, trying to think quickly something to say, or ask.  “Are you alright?”

She started walking faster, but Peter sped in front of her and grabbed her shoulders.

“Hey slow down for a minute, just talk to me real quick,” She sighed, but nodded.  “What happened?”

“I couldn’t move, I-I couldn’t breathe-“ She stopped when her voice cracked.  “These vibes they… they used to just be a chill, and now I’m just… paralyzed”

Peter nodded, a concerned look on his face.

“Come on,” He took her arm and brought her to the common room so they could sit on the couch.  “Why don’t you project, and I’ll sit right here with you”

“Peter that’s ridiculous, you don’t have to sit here and anchor me-“

“It’s fine,” He shook his head.  “I don’t mind, just do your thing”

(y/n) nodded, and took in a shaky breath, before shutting her eyes.

“Alright…” She sighed.  “Here goes nothing-“ ___

“...anyways my point is, we should invite him” (y/n) argued, but quickly snapped out of it.  The body she was in must’ve been twenty something, and she was arguing.  Suddenly, an all too familiar face began to argue back with her.

“Just because he’s my father, doesn’t mean he’s deserving of-!”

“Peter?” (y/n) breathed out in shock.  She couldn’t tell what they were fighting about yet, she was just surprised and relieved to see him.

Despite her suddenness, he seemed to understand what was going on.

“You’re projecting right now aren’t you? You’re a (y/n) from the past”

“Well you catch on fast,” She breathed out, and Peter stepped forward, his hands cupping her face and pushing her messy hair out of her face.  “Peter what are-” She stopped talking when she felt something cool brush over her cheek.

Hastily, she pulled his right hand from her face, and stared daggers towards the gold band around his ring finger.  She hesitated before looking at her own hand, and seeing a similar band on the same finger, a pretty diamond embedded into it.

“Oh- oh my- holy shit”

Peter chuckled and let go of her hands now.

“You’re from pretty far back, aren’t you?”

“We’re getting married?” (y/n) gasped, eyes wide and jaw dropped as she stared at the chuckling Peter Maximoff.

He ages well, she thinks, before snapping out of it.

“But we- we were just arguing, when I got here, right?” She shook her head, confused as to how this could be.  “I can’t be marrying you, I-I barely know you!”

“Actually, you’re kinda crazy about me,” Peter said, a grin on his lips as he watched her reaction.  Another jaw drop.  “We were arguing about whether or not to invite Erik to the wedding.  You want him to be there, I… don’t”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s in a maximum security prison.  Again” Peter genuinely laughed, but (y/n) crouched down to the floor, holding her palm to her forehead.

“Oh my God… oh my God oh my God I can’t… I can’t believe this… I came here to see why I vibed so violently just to find out that-that-”

“Hey… hey, shh…” Peter cooed and kneeled in front of her, taking her face in his hands again, thumbs caressing her cheeks comfortingly.  “It’ll make sense when you get here,” He told her, a smile on his lips.  “I know it doesn’t now, but you’ll understand as you live your life”

“What year is it? How old are you?”

“Twenty-three” He answered.

“Four years? I get engaged in four years?” She gawked, and he laughed again.  “When do we fall in love?”

“I don’t think I should tell you that,” He replied, still laughing a bit.  “I don’t wanna give away too much”

“Peter, we get married, that’s insane”

“Isn’t it?” He agreed, and (y/n) just stared at him, glancing between his eyes, studying his features.

“Wow,” She murmured.  Her hands reached out, and gently traced over his cheekbone, before, letting her palm settle against his cheek.  “Is there anything you will tell me?” Peter thought for a moment, before a small smile spread across his face.

“You made the first move” He hummed.

“I do?”

“You will,” He continued.  “We were both surprised by it”

They both chuckled at this.

“You should go back, it’s not right, you being here with me right now.  It’s not our time”

“Not yet,” She murmured, and he nods, taking her hand from his face, and kissing her knuckles.  “Soon”

“Soon,” He repeats.  “Before you go, you should know that I can’t wait to marry you”

Not knowing what to say, (y/n) just smiled, and kissed his cheek, before blinking back to her own timeline. ___

She gasped suddenly, that’s how Peter knew she was back.

“Fuck,” She cursed, checking over herself before looking up to see Peter sitting there, just like he’d promised he would.  “How long was I gone?”

“Probably three seconds,” He chuckled.  “What’d you see? What happens?”

“Uh…” (y/n) trailed off, knowing she’d have to bend the truth just a little.  “Magneto- Erik- he’s… he’s in prison… four years into the future”

“Oh” Peter looked away, not knowing how to respond.

“Peter…” The mutant girl leaned towards him a bit, trying to get him to look at her.  “I’m sorry, I couldn’t figure out why he was there… just that he is”

It was clear that Peter was trying to hide his disappointment and hurt, emotions that were usually a conflict for him when it came to his father.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” He chuckled dryly, and (y/n) forced a small smile on her lips.  “Alright, I’ll take you to Charles now if you want-”

“No, that’s alright, I don’t think it’s really important right now”

“You sure?” Peter asked, confused.  Just a few minutes ago she was on a panicked mission to see Charles, and now she didn’t seem to care.

“Yeah,” She shrugged.  “How about we just… do something”

Peter was taken aback for a moment, but he figured this was just her way of wanting to forget about it, and just be comfortable.  So he agreed. ___

“Have you ever seen me in any of your little future jumps?” Peter asked suddenly, and (y/n) looked over at him, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

“Yes” She answered simply, and looked back out to the skyline again.

He’d ran them out to the quarry, and they’d been sitting at the cliffside almost in silence for an hour now.  The sun was just starting to set, and there was a cool breeze that would blow by every once in a while.

One on one time wasn’t something (y/n) and Peter ever took part in.  The only time she spent with him was on missions, or if they had to teach a class together for the younger students.  That was always interesting.  Other than that, Peter was just someone she’d roll her eyes at in the hallway, or argue with in the kitchen.

“Is that all I get?” Peter asked, shaking her out of her thoughts.  “When did you see me?”

(y/n) smiled to herself, leaning back in the grass on her elbows.

“Before you came here,” She told him.  “I’d seen something of the two of us a few weeks before hand”

“And what was it?” He asked, “What’d you see?”

“You remember when we had to fill in for Ro?” She hummed.  “It was the first time that I ever had… the pleasure… of teaching with you,” She went on.  “We were supposed to do experiments using microscopes”

“Yeah yeah, what’s the kid’s name that kept eating the bacteria off the slides?” He was laughing as he remembered having to stand over the nine year old that couldn’t help but like the little glass slides.

“Aidan,” (y/n) giggled and shook her head.  “That’s the memory I had.  Yelling at you, while you yelled at Aidan”

“That’s a weird thing to have as a vision,” Peter chuckled.  “How confusing was that?”

“Very,” She replied, brushing a hand through her hair.  “But I get it now.  I’ve seen you a couple other times too”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, and she nodded.  “How often?” He smirked suggestively at her, and she rolled her eyes, smacking his arm with the back of your hand.

“Shut up, Silver, they aren’t all that exciting” She told him, sitting back up and pulling her legs to her chest.

“Alright, so tell me,” He mused.  “How much longer do we stay friends until you kill me?”

“Until I kill you?” She repeated with a small laugh.

“Yeah, I always figured one day you’d get real sick of me” He grinned at her, while she shook her head.

“To the point that I kill you?” (y/n) laughed aloud now.  “No, I haven’t been to a future where you’re not around”

Peter hummed, looking at the sky as it’s colors changed to a pinkish hue.

“What?” (y/n) asked.  “What’s the hmm for?”

“Oh, nothing” He said teasingly, refusing to look at her.

“Come on, really? You’re gonna be a child about it?”  (y/n) scoffed, but the smile was still on her face.  “What was it?” She asked again, folding her arms over the top of her knees and setting her chin on her arms.

“Do we become friends?” He asked her.  Her brows furrowed.

“We are friends,” She mumbled, almost embarrassed to say it out loud.  “But yes, we get much closer”

“Much closer?” He asked, that dumb smirk back on his face.  (y/n) nodded her head, not wanting to give any more away.

“Yeah,” She said simply.  “And as far as I’ve seen it, I haven’t killed you”

Peter smiled back at her, and it was quiet for a moment as you looked at each other, before (y/n) shied away, looking back at the sky again.

They watched the entire sunset together, sitting in the grass and enjoying each other’s silent presence.  It was nice.  It was more than nice.

After the sun had set, they reluctantly got up, and Peter’s hand clasped the back of her neck as he ran them back to the property.

They walked up the stone path past the fountain to the door, and (y/n) didn’t ask him why he didn’t just run them all the way to the mansion.

When they went inside, (y/n) turned to Peter to say goodnight, and she’d wanted to tell him that she would like to hang out with him again sometime.  But she was cut short before she could even start speaking.

“(y/n/n)!” A small voice called, and ran a familiar little girl.

“Ju” (y/n) smiled down at the eight year old mutant.  Her hair was in pigtails high on her head, and a big fake pair of glasses rested on her nose.

“Hey, Fireworks” Peter greeted with a grin on his face.  The younger mutant gave him a shy wave and smile, before turning back to (y/n).

“Scott told me you have a vision,” She said quickly, excitedly.  “Will you make a snack and tell me about it? Like last time?” Her voice was hopeful, and it made (y/n) laugh.

“It wasn’t that interesting, I promise,” She answered.  “But if you wanted a snack, you could’ve just asked.  I’ll make you one”

Jubilee clapped her hands together and smiled widely with excitement.  (y/n) giggled again and set a hand on her back, turning her around to lead her to the kitchen.

“I’ll see you later?” She asked Peter before they left, and he nodded, his lips curling up into half a smile back at her.

“Sure thing” He said, winking at her before speeding off somewhere else in the mansion.  (y/n) looked down to Jubilee with a raised brow and a slight smirk.

“Well, shall we get to the kitchen then?” ___

“Magneto was in jail?” Jubilee asked with round curious eyes while (y/n) stirred the waffle mix at the counter.

“Mhm,” (y/n) hummed, and Jubilee sat at the table, hanging on to every word that (y/n) had to say.  “Don’t get too excited, I don’t know why he was in jail, just that he was”

“Darn,” Jubilee mumbled.  “Nothing else interesting happened?”

“Sorry sweets,” (y/n) teased, pouring some of the batter into the waffle iron.  “They aren’t always interesting, you know”

“Then hows come you were gone with Peter all day?”

(y/n) turned around and placed a hand on her hip as she stared at the younger girl with wide eyes.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that, Ju” She played dumb, and Jubilee made a pointing face.

The waffle iron beeped, and (y/n) flipped it over to cook the other side.

“I mean,” The child drew the word out long, teasingly.  “You spent all day with Peter, I couldn’t find you anywhere!”

“We’re friends, we were hanging out, don’t be such a child” (y/n) teased back at her, sticking her tongue out.  Jubilee returned the expression.

“So you didn’t have a vision about him then?”

The iron beeped again.  Saved by the bell.

“Waffle’s done,” (y/n) announced.  “Get the whipped cream and chocolate sauce, and any other topping you want on it”

Jubilee eagerly got up and went to the fridge, pulling out much more than the ingredients (y/n) had listed.

When the older mutant placed the waffle on the plate, she curiously eyed everything Jubilee had set up on the counter.  Next to the whipped cream and chocolate sauce, was a bottle of caramel, one jar of maraschino cherries, two packages of mini M&Ms, a container of rainbow sprinkles, gooey marshmallow sauce, as well as mini marshmallows, and half a bag of chocolate chips.

“You’re putting all of this on your waffle?” (y/n) asked.  Her stomach hurt just looking at it.

“Well, no,” Jubilee walked over to the cabinet, pulling out the final topping.  “I forgot the syrup”

“Ah, a classic” (y/n) muttered, rolling her eyes.

As Jubilee added each topping to her waffle, (y/n) put them back in their places and threw out the trash.

“You really didn’t have anything else in your vision?” Jubilee asked defeatedly, praying for at least one juicy detail.

“Okay, fine,” (y/n) sighed.  “Maybe… I had an engagement ring on-”

“OHMYGOD REALLY I KNEW IT-”

“Shhh….” (y/n) hushed the girl’s screaming, giggling a bit into her hand.  “I said maybe”

“But that means definitely,” Jubilee argued.  “Who was it? Scott? Kurt? Or-” She gasped loudly, eyes blowing wide and mouth dropping open as she stared at (y/n), bouncing in her seat with excitement, and likely all the sugar from her snack.  “Peter!?”

“Ju-”

“It was! It was it was it was!” She squealed, and (y/n) couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head, not even denying it.

“Calm down, don’t get me in trouble for giving you all the sugar before bed, got it?”

“Got it!” Jubilee winked at her, and gave her a fist bump as she headed out of the kitchen.  “Wait, (y/n)!” She called, and (y/n) turned in the doorway to look back at her.

“What’s up?”

“Does that mean you and Peter are in loooove?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes.  Oh boy.

“Keep your lip zipped, squirt” She said, and then headed off to her own quarters. ___

Today had been quite the day.  A normal morning, with (probably) the craziest vision she’d ever had, a whole afternoon and evening spent with Peter, and then quite the realization while towering whipped cream on a waffle.

She was going to fall in love with Peter Maximoff.

Sure, she had realized that at some point they get engaged, and presumably married, but she hadn’t given much thought to what happens in between.  At some point, she’ll see him in a new light.  At some point, there will be gentle touching.  At some point, there will be affectionate gazes.  At some point, they’ll kiss.

And at some point, they’ll fall in love.

(y/n) was sitting at the vanity in her assigned room, taking off her makeup and brushing her hair, a usual night time routine that she enjoyed because it calmed her.  Tonight, she couldn’t seem to get her head to stop buzzing.  Images popping into her head of Peter, what being with him, completely, would feel like, be like.

Just as her hand had stalled and she was unable to brush through the rest of her hair from the nonstop train of thought, there was a rapid knock at the door.

Too rapid for anyone who didn’t have super speed to do.

She knew it was Peter before she even opened the door.

“What’re you doing here-?” Her question was cut off by his quick rambling.

“What’d you tell Jubilee? About your vision? We get married? Why didn’t you-”

(y/n) sighed as he continued on, shutting her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose before leaning against the doorway.

“- and when the hell does this even-”

“Peter,” She breathed out, “Slow down,” She stepped aside to invite him in, but before she could speak, he’d let himself right in, pacing around like he was about to lose it.  “I wasn’t going to tell you for a reason, Peter”

“Okay, but you told Jubilee”

“It wasn’t Jubilee’s future that I saw” She reasoned with him, shutting her door so that the other mutants on this floor wouldn’t hear their conversation.  Last thing (y/n) needed right now was rumors of a wedding.

“But it was mine, don’t I maybe deserve to know about it?” He asked, hands pointed to his own chest as he spoke avidly.  It dawned on (y/n) that Peter’s mutation fit his personality to a tee, and it made her smile a little bit.

“Peter, the future is fragile,” She explained carefully, slowly.  “Sometimes it changes, sometimes it doesn’t, you never really can know what will and won’t happen,” She walked towards him, her own hands wringing together as she tried to find the right words.  “What I saw was so simple, and so life changing-”

“What was it that you saw? Exactly?” He asked, arms crossing over his chest in defense.  (y/n’s) brows furrowed at the action, but she tried not to think much of it.

“You and I,” She mumbled out.  “We were engaged, we were arguing about whether or not your-”

“Of course we were, see, here’s what I don’t understand,” He cut her off, pacing again.  Only irritating (y/n) more.  “How the hell do you and I end up married? Huh? You didn’t happen to ask future me that, did you?”

“He- You- said that-”

“All we do is argue, (y/n)!” He cut her off again, and she rolled her eyes.

“Maybe we wouldn’t if you let me speak!” She lashed out.  “Why do you even care so much? If you don’t want it to happen, then change it!” She yelled at him.  “Now that you know that’s your future so far, maybe just don’t fucking fall for me! It’s that simple!”

Peter looked shocked for a minute as he stared at her, never having seen her so angry before.  But then he scoffed, and shook his head.

In a blink, he’d sped back over to her door, slamming it behind him, only to storm off at a more normal pace down the hallway.

But (y/n) wasn’t done with him.

She stomped over to her door and whipped it open.

“And by the way, Maximoff!” She full on yelled down the hallway, no longer caring if anyone else heard.  The boy in question spun around on his heel, but didn’t bother moving any closer to her.  “We were arguing about your father! About you not wanting him to come to the wedding, but I wanted him to be there, for you, you fucking idiot!”

She panted as she went back into her room, slamming it shut behind her.

God, sometimes she wanted to punch him right in the face. ___

Peter was lying flat on his back on his bed, foot slightly tapping on air as he just stared at his ceiling and let his mind run faster than his legs do.

He felt like an idiot.

He did care about (y/n), he cared about her so much, and as soon as he got a glimpse of what their lives turned into, he destroyed it.

“Idiot, idiot, idiot” He muttered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing the palms of his hands over them.

He had been wrong.  It wasn’t their fault for the arguing, it was him.  It was all him.

(y/n) had been trying to communicate like a person with him, and he just forced her away.  And made her believe that he didn’t want what they may have in the future.

Or may not have, seeing as how tonight had gone.

Fuck, he messed up.

Without thinking, he shot up, and raced to the door lightning fast.

But he stopped at the door, hand hovering over the handle, unsure.

He dropped his hand to his side, shaking his head.

She doesn’t want to see me right now.  I upset her.

He reached for the handle again, grasping it tightly.

I’ll apologize.  I’ll make it right.

He twisted the handle and opened the door hastily.

No matter what-

“(y/n)?”

Her name came out of his mouth as soon as he saw her standing there at his door, clad in pajamas, and a surprised part between her lips, no words coming out.  Her eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights, scared to even be looking at him right now.

“I was just… about to go to your dorm actually” He explained himself, since he’d yanked open the door at a godlike speed and momentarily stunned her.

“Yeah I…” She trailed off, looking around, for something, anything, to give her an answer as to what to say right now.  “Me too… but here” She finished her words slurring together as she spoke quickly.

“Look (y/n/n) I… wanted to apologize, you didn’t deserve me lashing out on you earlier and honestly you were right”

Her brows furrowed, confused as to where he was taking this, since she’d come here to apologize to him, not the other way around.

“We do argue,” Peter began, looking anywhere but at her eyes.  “But it’s not because of you, in fact, it’s never because of you.  It’s my fault, always has been, every time, it’s cause I pick on you, and I shouldn’t, and I won’t anymore,” He went on, while (y/n) stared wide eyed at him.  “I’m really sorry, (y/n),” He sighed.  “Fireworks came and told me about the vision and I just I-I freaked out, to be honest, I completely and totally and very uncoolly freaked out”

She giggled quietly, under her breath.  His eyes met hers for a moment, but she didn’t say anything, just watched in silent amusement as he continued to explain himself.

“Look… I care about you, alright? Now you probably don’t know that because I spend half the time picking on you but I really do care, maybe even a little more than I should, and I just really want to make things right-”

“Peter,” (y/n) smiled at him, eyes twinkling as she shook her head at the boy’s nonstop apology speech.  He looked up from the floor to see that dumb smile on her face that she gave him when she couldn’t help it.  “God, just shut up already” She giggled again as she reached up on the tips of her toes, hands clasped behind his neck to pull his lips down against hers.

He swore, the world slowed down for a moment, and it just might have.

In half a second he’d wrapped his arms around her lower back, towering over the girl as she bent back, letting him pull her flush against him.

She’d never thought his lips would be so soft.

(y/n’s) hands moved to play across his cheeks as they parted for a moment, catching their breaths, and trying to form a coherent thought.

“You told me I’d made the first move,” She mumbled, eyes flickering from his lips up to his eyes.  “And in four years, you propose,” She added.  “That’s what I saw”

“Four years?” Peter repeated.  “You’re gonna spend the next four years with me?” A smirk tugged on his lips, and a blush spread across her cheeks.

“I guess we’ll see” She hummed, and leaned up to kiss him again, sweetly, slowly.

In a flash however, Peter’s hand secured the back of her neck as he picked her up with his other arm, kicking the door shut and bringing her into the room.

The boy could only take things slow for so long.

___

a/n: writin for someone new !! taglist: nobody yet so hmu if you wanna be tagged for peter maximoff

xoxo ~ jordie

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@adampage tumblr did a dumbass thing and messed up the read-more to where I couldn’t put it under one so I had to delete your ask and I’m making a separate post for this disaster of a ramble hoooo boy i hope you’re ready for what you’ve unleashed

adampage  asked: ma’am I know you’re high off your rocker but if you have time would you please critique hangman’s playlist for me bc I want to know your thoughts 🥰 anyway yeehaw

OH MY GOD yes???? yes I fucking WILL?????? let’s just pump the breaks on what i was doing right the fuck now, get his playlist in front of me (even though ive been listening to it nonstop and have so many things to ALREADY SAY) and talk about this shit. im sorry if this isn’t coherent im pry just gonna ramble. (edit to add now that I’m done: ITS FREAKING 3252 WORDS LONG LMAO OH MY GOD)

first and foremost. I Love It. let’s just slap that down. get that out of the way. ITS SO GOOD. SO FUCKING GOOD. also this is going under a readmore cause YEAH. it’s THAT LONG.

let’s start first with mr. adam ‘i taught graphic design when i was 20 and learned adobe illustrator and photoshop to design my own tshirts when i was an indie wrestler’ page’s cover image. wait. no. back up - look at the profile image he chose for his profile. it’s not a selfie. it’s not a picture he snapped with his camera. it’s a screenshot of the “has been drinking” moment on aew dynamite. what a lovable FOOL. he really saved that and put that as his profile pic im skjdfkjfd okay now swing back to the anxious millenial design with the signed hangman adam page for the cover. he designed that. I swear he did. I swear he did that. I could be wrong but I just feel it in my bones. that was him. also, THAT should have been the vintage shirt. cowboy shit is cute but ANXIOUS MILLENNIAL COWBOY? I NEED THAT AS THE SHIRT!

okay now let’s get into the songs. wait. before i go through it I do want to say something about the playlist overall.

I can’t decide if this is because he shares so many similarities to the character hangman adam page, but so many of these songs apply to his character like, this fucking playlist plays like a hangman adam page THE CHARACTER playlist. like this is the playlist i’d find on 8tracks back when that was the “thing” in fandom where every song makes me go “OMG THAT IS THAT CHARACTER” like. I don’t know if he did that purposefully as an extension of the character? or if it just happens to line up because of how similar he is and his story is to his character but SOME of these songs wooooo boy they get deep dont they? when you compare them to the character?

okay. songs.

so I know some of these, especially the classics, summertime of course, but for the ones I didn’t know I love them so much. they have such a vibe that just fits him, and they’re all so good???

rather low by nick shoulders is one I didn’t know and I fucking LOVE it. and look. it goes from Long Time Gone by the Dixie Chicks. Long Time Gone about being away from the country life, from home and if my THEORY is right about this playlist hitting the character, hangman is struggling with being lost, without a family. it goes from that to rather low, which talks about not being welcome at home. like “I told you once I told you twice, I’m steeped in verse and cursed in vice” ajdskjds GOOD lyrics. beat slaps. song slaps. I love it.

okay so we go roll on mississippi which is soft compared to the two upbeat songs that just hit us before. calms you down after that high energy beat rather low had. lets you breathe. AND it’s got a sad, soft, longing pull to it, falling in with more of those “lost” from home themes. “You're the childhood dream that I grew up on. Roll on Mississippi, carry me home. Now I can see I've been away too long.” UGH! and also, it’s just a good fucking song.

then we go to a song i haven’t heard and love, going places by aubrie sellers. it’s a little bit funkier, but still soft. also groovy as FUCK. and it obv talks about GOING places. so maybe the first three songs were about the home he’s left behind, but now it’s about where he’s going. and man this song just SLAPS.

A CLASSIC is next, 1970 something illegal smile by john prine. it has that classic soft croon, such a good country sound and it’s a little bit playful. it makes you wanna smile and sway back and forth. it’s a good song. fun. but it’s almost a little bit. dark? “ Won't you please tell the man I didn't kill anyone. No, I'm just tryin' to have me some fun. Well, I sat down in my closet with all my overalls, tryin' to get away from all the ears inside my walls. I dreamed the police heard everything I thought, what then?” it just makes me think of when his character “killed” joey ryan. I could be looking too far into it but, that’s what popped into my head.

OKAY NOW this next one. fuck yeah I DIG this song. I hadn’t heard this song and it quickly went into my liked songs. and if we’re following his character, the lyrics hit HARD. “ I've lost the will to try this worthless lullaby. Its melody won't fly me past oblivion. I bet it would be nice to find that paradise, a world of sparkling light beyond the setting sun. But I don't dream anymore” ugh !!!!!!! UGGGHH!! SO GOOD?? and even the slight upbeat to it. “would if I could but I don’t dream anymore” uuuuggghhh SO GOOD. love this song. one of my faves of the whole list for sure.

the next two back-to-back are CLASSICS and fit the hangman adam page character so damn perfect. i’ve even looked at lyrics from merle haggard’s i don’t want to sober up to night for adam in the past akjfdkjdsf it’s fucking perfect. and then followed by dwight yoakam’s honky tonk man?! amazing. we go from from fucking heart-wrenching lyrics if you think about them for him: “ I don't want to sober up tonight. I don't want to act like things are alright, and I don't want to change just to make you think I'm happy. That's my right, I don't want to sober up tonight. I want to keep my mind a little hazy. I don't care if all my friends think I'm crazy. The way I treat myself I might be a little crazy But that's alright, I don't want to sober up tonight. I'm here to drown another day of misery. I'm in here to spend one night without a mem'ry and the way I'm drinking now there won't be any memory. But it's alright, I don't want to sober up tonight” to HONKY TONK MAN. HONKY. TONK. MAN. “ Well I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop. I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox, but when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone singing, hey hey mama can your daddy come home?” ajhsdjksdjkf like. look. partying hangman, drunk, swinging a girl around in the country bar???? cause he refused to sober up and just wanted to have fun? anyways regardless if there’s a connection or if im reaching, these are some good classics to pull out right here. honky tonk man will ALWAYS bring the party back up.

another song I didn’t know but now love? happy reunion by colter wall? this is a good freaking cowboy song??? and it’s a cute story???? about what a cowboy does during his day??? what the fuck? riding along the range with his dog, helping the cow, getting the calf back that’d gotten lost???? CUTE? anyways this is a vibin as HELL song and if it’d come out when I was still raising cows my ass woulda been blasting this shit as I drove to feed the herd for SURE. this song is a whole ass vibe and I’m digging it.

okay. walk through fire by yola? another i didn’t know (which - so far it seems all the songs that arent classics - spare dixie chicks - are from 2019) and I am obsessed with???? it’s so good? and fuck just such a good love song??? “Standing on the side of the river. Staring across the great divide. I'd give all my gold and silver just to get to the other side. Your love is like a rescue vessel, carries me through the night through these flames of destruction. I know you're gonna make it right. I know, I know you're gonna save my life.“ LIKE? HENLO????????? FUCK!!!! THATS SO GOOD. that whole song I could post all the lyrics tbh. and the way she CROONS it ugh. yeah. I love that song.

FUCKIN YES. DOLLY FUCKIN PARTON. youre not gonna make a country playlist and not include a dolly parton song boy i KNOW IT. and the song choice??? hm? remind you of a CERTAIN COWBOYS STRUGGLE WITH NOT HAVING A HOME???? “What difference does it make which way I go, got an empty feelin' down inside. Still I need to stay alive and who can tell what waits beyond this road. I'm a drifter” ajdfshjsd god I love dolly. and of COURSE he does too. i’m so pleased by this choice I can’t stop smiling. ugh. love this. love dolly.

sandpaper oneside, rubber other by the bobby tenderloin universe what do you know? another 2019 song I didn’t know and yet absolutely LOVE. I also am loving how he does a mix of classics with newer (but still almost classic-country sounding, maybe like. classic meets modern) country music in this playlist. AND WHAT A SONG. it’s so good? and again, just makes me think of the character. “there are two minds inside me. that’s one life too many. but i keep moving slow on both sides, strong as I can be.” tell me that doesnt make you think of hangman adam page. and it has such a... sad vibe. “i cant believe the things i am. as much a lion as a lamb” !!!!!!!!!!! ugh such a GOOD LINE. THAT SLAPS. LOVE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ugh this song. especially the back vocals of the woman that comes in later on? it’s like. ethereal. beautiful. fucking beautiful and almost haunting. paired with the sad lyrics? UGH. gorgeous.

long white line by sturgill simpson i do know and LOVE and it’s got a fun, uplifting cowboy beat following the more slow, sad croon of the last song. it’s SO COUNTRY. the way it’s sung? SO COUNTRY. and also ajdfskjsd adam. “I woke up my baby was gone without her I don't need no home” and “Gonna' push this rig 'til I push that girl out of my mind. If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so tell em' I'm somewhere looking for the end of that long white line” kjdjkfdkjf this is just such a country song, and it fits SO well, especially after that previous pick.

now we go from two new songs to another classic. another (i think) 1970s country hit. lonesome, on’ry and mean is SUCH a classic country song. it has that good old sound, and the story it tells too. and just, I can’t stop thinking about hangman just “ Been driving these highways, been doing things my way. It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean.” ajdskjflkf it’s fair to say that character IS lonesome, on’ry and mean right now. anyways, fun country song regardless and I DIG the addition.

okay back to a newer song and holy shit. this is my personal favorite of the new songs he introduced me to. this song I LOVE this song. fuuun FUN beat, makes me want to fucking GROOVE. I love love love this, and I love the way the singer sings? it just makes me wanna UGH. just wanna sway to it. the whine in the croon I just love. and the BEAT. the beat is so fucking good. and the lyrics? “I'm that wholesome Midwestern boy that you want to bring home to your mama. Even though I bring you joy, baby I'm not the toy you wanna play with at night. Too many things I've seen. Too many people and places I've been. I'm thinking about doing those things I shouldn't be doing. Something I've never done before. I want something to fuck me up. Need somebody to fuck me up. Everyone feels like it. Fuck me up, fuck me up, fuck me up” ajdsjkds I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH “Well I might go and get drunk and stoned 'cause it's better than being only crazy. If I ever come back, wherever I end up at is where I was supposed to be.” it’s so perfect for his character it drives me crazy. this is a song I’d listen to and first, groove to, and then be like THIS SONG IS HANGMAN. love this song. absolutely a favorite.

the next song though. the next song. fucking hangman adam page and his love of biscuits. southern biscuits by seasick steve oh. my. god. this BOY. THIS COUNTRY BOY. THIS BISCUIT LOVIN COUNTRY BOY. this is such a damn good addition. not only is it so fucking country, almost. spoken/sung? the soft hum with the fucking banjo??? and of COURSE of course he knows and loves this song I can’t with him. and it hits you with the: “ Southern biscuits, nothin' better in the world 'less they're made for you, by your southern girl.” and I go UWU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

two new songs so guess what? classic time. BALANCE. HE’S KEEPING BALANCE. I swear he’s done this purposefully and I could be crazy I could be giving him more credit than is due but I swear he’s picked the arrangement of songs too. because this is too coincidental. so, we’ve got our classic livin on the run by david allan coe. what a DARK song to go with. about a man who murders a woman and lives on the run (again, can’t help but think of the joey ryan murder thing, but hey. that’s just me grasping for straws) regardless if it ties or not, it’s a good classic and it’s fun to croon to even if its uh. dark but sung like. upbeat? almost???

okay, another classic and, to me, one of the sexiest songs on this playlist. I fucking love this song. it’s sexy with an underlying of dark. she literally seduces and knocks the guy out and robs him blind and he’s STILL craving her summer wine like. this song is SO GOOD. so fucking good. the way the music swells with the storytelling is beautiful. “Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring, my summer wine is really made from all these things. Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time, and I will give to you summer wine” is just so ajkdfskjdfs ugh i love this song

and guess what? two classics so we’re swinging to a newer song. left turn on a red light by blackfoot. oof. I didn’t know this song and it hit me, it’s so good and I know im saying that about all of them but Honestly. “ Sun shines down on the desert, and it seems to make my life a haze, and I dream of my childhood sweetheart,and the freedom that I had in those days.” UGH. “ Will I always be a rambler? Will the ones I love always keep tellin' me, "You stare too long in the mirror, son, someday you'll be too blind to see.” HELLO???? those lyrics? SO GOOD. and again applying them to hangman just makes me FERAL SCREAM.

cowboys and hippies by cody jinks is such a hangman song it’s almost unreal. if I was going to REALLY reach I’d say it almost reminds me of the way the crowd pulls him back. “At some old honkytonk bar that I know by the smell, some old drunk on a barstool on a Merle Haggard tune. That's my kind of room. Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys. They don't care about no trends, they don't care about songs that sell. Yeah, tomorrow I'll be gone, so tonight everybody just sing along, raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys” GOOD LYRICS. this has the same sad undertones too as a lot of these songs have too.

ugh. I love him sincerely for this next one. blue skies is one of my favorite songs, but blue skies by willie nelson? YES. my grandpa used to play willie nelson ALL THE TIME and I love this version. an uplifting song to follow the heavier songs. I’d like to think of a hangman who has the blue skies from now on. all of his blue days gone. this song is such a classic (cover) that just. good pick. I love this.

alright, so we’ve got a classic but he’s chosen the version from bojack horseman which makes me think that might’ve been the first time he heard it, but that’s neither here nor there. stars is a BEAUTIFUL song. and boy am I happy we had blue skies before this cause fuck. how sad? how emotional?????? “People lust for fame like athletes in a game, we break our collarbones and come up swinging, some of us are downed some of us are crowned, and some are lost and never found” fuck. fuck fuck fuck. and the last two lines, thinking about hangman? “So if you don't lose patience with my fumbling around, I'll come up singing for you, even when I'm down.” FUCK. my HEART. good pick but OUCH. good but ow.

summertime by orville peck is next BLESS finally an orville song I was gonna lose it on him if he put a playlist and DIDN’T include an orville song. interesting though he went with summertime, the newest, and not any of the ones off pony. but! it follows stars well. its soft, lull, and the lyrics are so hangman now that I put it in this context. “Catch 'em by surprise and chasin' the horizon, nothing holds me down. Askin', "Where the time's gone?" Dreamin' with the lights on, tryna keep your eyes on something along the rise" anyways I know YOU know this song well it’s so fucking good. has that same soft pull a lot of these songs have. the way that chorus swells though? the secondary vocals??? ugh. yeah this was a great choice, I’m glad he went with summertime. it fits the vibe of this playlist so well.

we’re ending on a song with such a country sound to it (i mean all of these do), a bit more upbeat, a bit more funky. “Some say I'm a wild man, drink too much nectar from the corn” and also “Oh the school, it wasn't for me. I earned my stripes a different way I learned to sing harmony and go play out on the stage” definitely makes me think of hangman for SURE. it’s a funky song to end on, and if you keep listening to the playlist on repeat like I do, it even falls into long time gone really well.

and of course this is assuming you’re meant to listen to them one after the other and not on shuffle. I’m sure it still works on shuffle but I LOVE the flow of this playlist listening to it one after the other.

love this whole playlist. and my identifying it with the character could TOTALLY be reaching, but of course I’m going to think of him and analyze his selection of *these* songs specifically to put out to all of us. out of EVERY song he likes. he didn’t include... hmm cowboy take me away, for example? shoulda been a cowboy??? the vibe of the overall playlist FITS “anxious millenial cowboy” it has an underbelly of sadness to it. and I dig the fuck out of that.

overall 10/10 I love this fucking playlist thank you goodnight

[softforcal]

Post : Harry Styles

Summary: so i watched this video of Harry on stage (30 seconds in) obviously looking at someone cute because baby boy starts kind of mumbling and its the sexiest thing ever and like, if that look didn’t lead to him inviting that girl backstage for a good shag, then i don’t fucking know fam. so heres the smut. 

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut. smut. smut. smut. 

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Harry was completely at home on stage. He still had butterflies every now and then but standing in front of a roaring crowd made his heart race like nothing else in the entire world. with all those eyes on him, Harry was always in control. He was a fan of walking across the stage and bantering with the people right in front of him. pointing out posters, picking up pride flags or flowers, he always made it work and exerted a vibe of complete ease while doing it.

there weren’t many things that could touch him or make his confidence falter while he was in the stage mindset. 

and then his eyes landed on you. 

by some miracle, you had won tickets to the show, front row. and you were on cloud nine, before he even looked at you. 

you knew Harry had a thing for talking to the front row and you’d seen videos but you never thought you’d be on the other end of his piercing gaze. 

he was wearing a baby blue suit with metallic rose gold detailing and part of you didn’t even want to think about how much the suit was probably worth.

a smile worked its way onto his face as he held your eyes. dimples began to show and his lyrics became mumbly, the tiniest laugh vibrating from his chest and into the microphone as he sang the words “swim before you drown.”  

his eyes lingered on you for another moment before he tore them away. the song continued but every once in a while he’d look at you again. 

the rest of the concert continued and you eagerly awaited his eyes that came to you again and again. he sang the last song and went off stage.

Harry found one of the runners, “oi, there’s this girl in the front row, right in front of the stage to my right,” he briefly described what you were wearing, making the runner repeat it back to him before he said, “invite her back stage.”

he didn’t do this often, usually able to find a fuck easily if he really needed it. but damn, he’d been distracted by you all night and he couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

Harry went back onto the stage for his encore and he even went so far as to wink at you before he finally went off the stage for good. he did his normal post concert ritual. as he went through the motions, all he could think about was you. 

finally he showed up at his back dressing room, eyes immediately landing on where you were sitting on the couch. you stood as he closed the door, flashing you a cheek grin, “hello love.”

“hi.” you said, a little star struck and still shocked you were invited back stage to meet Harry. but you also weren’t naive, you knew what this probably meant when you agreed. 

your heart was fluttering in your chest as he reached out a hand, “I’m Harry.” you laughed and Harry found himself grinning at you.

“Y/N.” you introduced yourself.

“beautiful name.” 

now was the part where he let you dictate the mood. Harry had his choice of girls and if you weren’t down, he wouldn’t pressure or force or do anything. part of him wanted to fancy himself a gentleman but in reality, he was just a decent person.

“love the outfit.” Harry said, motioning to what you were wearing.

you smiled, “i like yours.”

“this ol thing?” he teased, pulling at the custom floral suit, “eh, its alright.”

you rolled your eyes, feeling at ease with him almost immediately, “sure. i mean it’s probably worth a years rent for me but eh, it’s alright.” you mimicked.

“wanna try it on love?” he asked.

your jaw almost dropped and you nodded. as he took off the floral jacket, you made your decision. you were going to do this. you were going to fuck Harry Styles.

you pulled off your own shirt and he gave you a look before handing you the suit jacket, watching you put it on over your bra. now that your shirt was gone, you could feel the expensive silk of his jacket caressing almost all of the skin on your torso and you wrapped it tighter, breathing in.

“suits ya.” he smiled, walking past you to collapse on the couch. you followed him, sitting close as you pulled your legs up, angling your entire body to look at him. you studied him and up close he was even prettier than he was in the pictures.

his curls fell just right and his eyes practically bore into your soul as he looked at you. you both just studied each other for a few moments, no awkwardness.

his eyes flickered to your lips a few times and you took control, leaning in to kiss him. he kissed you back immediately and the two of you got tired of the angle of your positions within moments, his ring clad hands moving to pull you so you could straddle his lap. 

your fingers tangled in those world renowned curls as he nipped at your bottom lip, hands guiding you to grind down against him. you moaned into his mouth and he grinned, one hand coming up to cup your face as he kissed you deeper. 

you could feel him getting harder with every movement you made and one particular motion earned a groan from deep in his chest. if you hadn’t been wet before, you were now.

Harry lost patience fast as he lifted you up and flipped you so you were pressed with your back into the couch as he gained the top position, able to control how hard he pressed against you.

he was just itching to get out of his pants and then your fingers began to unbutton his dress shirt. pulling back and putting his weight on his knees, Harry shrugged the shirt off. your hands went to explore the newly revealed torso and you teased the skin right above his waist band and under the large moth on his abdomen. 

his muscles tensed under your fingers and he gave you a stony look, “tease.” he stated.

you smirked and he came back down to kiss you again, your hands moving to run over his strong shoulders before fumbling to undo his pants.

he moved his kisses to your neck, nipping at the skin as you groaned in frustration, the new angle making it impossible for you to continue getting his pants off.

“patience pet.” he tutted, sucking at your neck as you let out an exasperated sigh and moved your hands to his hair again, pulling slightly in an effort to get his lips to yours again.

he pulled away completely, going back on his knees as he undid your pants, a stern look on his face, “who said you could pull my hair?” he asked.

you bit at your lip instead of answering, lifting your hips so he could pull of your pants.

“going to answer me or what pet?” he asked, hands sliding up your bare thighs. 

“what was the question?” you grinned.

Harry chuckled slightly, then he grabbed your hands, forcing them into the couch as he pressed down against you, nothing but the fabric of your panties in the way, “i said,” he growled lowly in your ear, “who said you could pull my hair?”

“no one... sir.” the word slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it and you felt Harry smirk against your neck as he peppered your skin in kissed.

“that’s what i like to hear pet.” he said, the sound of pride in his voice made your heart sing as you tried to pull him closer with the legs wrapped around his waist. 

he let go of your hands and for a moment you thought he was going to slip his hands behind you to take off your bra and maybe even his suit jacket which was still adorning your body, but when he pulled back he had a condom in his hands, it must have been hidden in a pocket in the suit.

you watched him patiently as he pulled away again and undid his pants. you admired the way his muscles moved under the tattooed skin and his eyes came up to look at you as you practically eye fucked his chest. he smirked, “like what you see?”

“yes sir.” 

he groaned at your answer, pushing his pants down and throwing them to the side before getting back onto the couch, while you took your panties off. he slipped on the condom and got between your legs, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.

“please.” you whimpered.

“what was that?” he asked.

“please sir.” you repeated, louder this time.

“you want me to fuck you while you wear my suit jacket? is that what you want?” one of his hands went to cup your face as his thumb teased your bottom lip. you opened your mouth and accepted the digit into your mouth while nodding innocently.

his eyes stayed fixed on the way his thumb was slipping in and out of your mouth slightly while you sucked on it.

“fuck.” he groaned, pulling his hand away so he could brace himself better to slide into you. he moved in slowly and you both moaned, your fingers moving to his shoulders as you pulled him closer, lips hungry for his as you panted against each others mouths.

he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you and you whimpered against his lips as he kissed you again, starting a steady pace. with each thrust he was hitting a spot deep inside of you that made you moan louder.

each sound just riled him up more as he looked down at you, in nothing but a bra and his suit jacket you were an absolute vision. he adored the way the floral print dwarfed you.  

it was something new. sure, he’d fucked girls in his clothes before but he loved this jacket and he hadn’t fucked anyone wearing it yet so in a way, the two of you were christening the jacket. 

one of his hands moved to grab at your boob, still covered by your bra. he was surprised when you moved his hand up to your throat, looking him in the eyes as you gave him permission.

Harry’s fingers squeezed slightly and he was weary of his rings, knowing that the chunky silver was biting into the sensitive column of your throat, but the sinful sound that left your lips told him that you enjoyed it. 

he revelled in the look of you, gorgeous with his ring clad hand around your throat and his jacket over your shoulders. if he wasn’t careful he’d cum pretty quickly because he’d been worked up all night. there was nothing like a good performance to get his blood pumping.

he groaned as you clenched around him, signalling you were close too. 

part of him wanted to pull out and make you cum on his tongue but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave the warm, velvety feeling of being inside of you. 

“fuck im so close.” you whispered.

that was enough for Harry as his grip on your throat tightened, making your sounds higher and breathy as each thrust brought you closer and closer to your high. 

he pressed his lips against yours as you came around him, dragging him over the edge as well as you both moaned into each other’s mouthes. he slowed his thrusts and you both breathed heavily, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him on top of you while he removed his hand from your throat, opting to gently caress the side of your face as he looked down at you, pressing soft kisses to your lips. 

he stayed there until you’d both slowed your breathing, then he pulled back and got off the couch, discarding his condom before pulling on his briefs and collapsing onto the couch again, moving the cushions so there was more room for you to cuddle in against his chest, his arm going around you. 

you’d been in this position before and you wanted to give him the option to kick you out without forcing him to do it himself, you knew he probably had things to do so you stated: “you know, I can go if you need to be places-”

“just m’ hotel.” he said. you began to pull away but his grip on you tightened, “you can come with. if you want.”

“are you asking me for a round two Mr. Styles?” you teased.

“that’s sir to you, pet.” he grinned, “but yeah, i guess i am.”

“do i get to wear your jacket?”

“pet, if you come back to my hotel, you can keep it.”

your eyes widened and part of Harry wanted to take back the offer immediately because he did love that jacket. he wasn’t sure why the offer had even left his mouth. “really?” you asked.

he sighed, “yeah.”

Harry thought about it for a moment. he supposed he’d offered you the jacket because part of him knew that he’d eventually get it back. he’d see you again. he knew that. there was just something about you, something that had made him almost forget his own lyrics on stage. and you wouldn’t be just a one night thing.

“okay.” you said, breaking his thoughts, “yeah, let’s go to your hotel.” 

he grinned down at you, gripping your chin as he brought your face to his for a kiss, “so glad i saw you in the crowd.” he breathed.

you smiled up at the gorgeous rockstar, laughing slightly at his candor, “me too.”

[peaches-of-1]

Peachtober | Day 1: Ring

Black!Reader x Namjoon

Summary: A place in the mountains where hopefuls could get the best and most perfect ring to propose to their significant other and make them a life partner. This is where Namjoon went to get one for you. However, how much power does a ring hold? What kind?

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Namjoon met up with one of his most trusted friends in the industry, Ailee, at a secret location. He wanted the utmost secrecy, so that the surprise wouldn’t be ruined. He was going to pick out a ring for the love of his live Y/N and propose to her Halloween night, the two year anniversary of them meeting.

The idol wanted something that went perfectly with her curly hair and rich toned eyes. Something that reminded her of him even when they were miles apart. Ailee had told him there was a woman who made rings and whoever got one of her rings would have a relationship that lasted through death.

That was something that Namjoon wanted with his whole heart, even if it was probably just luck and good vibes mixed with optimism that helped the relationship go far.

“Be super respectful. We don’t want her to turn you down.” The purple haired woman said sternly to the grape haired man as they approached the well-built cabin on the side of the mountain.

It had been a difficult trek to get here, but now that they were here, it was quite easy to breathe. Easier than it should’ve been up so high.

“I promise.” The nervous idol replied.

A smile from his friendly mentor and then Namjoon moved to knock on the door before it swung open beneath his knuckles. He jolted in place and would not dare move until he was pulled forward by a strong, invisible hand on the front of his shirt. Ailee called his name, and tried to reach out, but the wooden door closed between them. She just sat outside in a rocking chair, looking out at the overcast sky and waited for her mentee to come back out.

Namjoon was sat in a chair and tea was placed into his hands.

“Hello, young one.” A elderly lady dressed in several richly colored silk robes that looked like they had been dragged through dirt speckled with gold.

The woman was beautiful though age seemed to have taken her original face.

“Hello. It is nice to meet you. Have you eaten?” Namjoon asked with sincerity.

She nodded, “And you have been too nervous to eat yourself. Please, drink and eat to your heart’s content while you tell me why you came here.”

The young man was scared to eat, although it was rude not to. So he ate a full rice cake before speaking his reason.

“I want a ring to give to my girlfriend. I love her so much, and yours are known to keep couples together. My life would probably end if I didn’t have her in it.” He spoke bluntly and honestly.

The old woman replied gently, “I see. Yes. The woman you came here with. You feel motherly love towards her, and this is a trial for lovers. I did not want her in here in case the spirits became confused.”

“Spirits?”

She smiled, “The one I’m going to put into your ring.” and went to a nearby counter to get what looked like a diamond and a silver ring without a stone.

“You are going to give me one?” Namjoon was surprised that he only had to say that and it would 

“Of course. You are a man in love and you feel genuine affection for her. The way you’ve spoken about her.” She started humming and motioned for the young man to follow her, which he did.

He was confused, “I have not said anything about Y/N other than wanting to marry her.”

She chuckled and motioned for him to follow her, “And yet you have.”

The idol followed the magical old woman to a video room that was watching the whole house. Ailee was outside with a cat sleeping on her lap and then the screens were replaced with about half an hour of Namjoon saying how much he loved Y/N’s dark skin and how she sang and how beautiful her hair was. He showed off pictures and even took a small nap before being offered a different tea and then being quiet.

By the time he asked about spirits, he was back to his regular self.

“What did you--?”

When Namjoon looked for the old woman again, all he saw was a ring on the floor. It was in his girlfriend’s favorite color too. The most perfect ring. She would love it! Quickly, Namjoon walked out of the house that seemed as though no one was in it in the first place.

“You got the ring? That was quick.” Ailee asked as the cat scattered away.

Next thing Namjoon realized, he was walking around with his love and everything was fine. Still, he didn’t trust the ring for some reason. There was nothing wrong with it. The tapes. They were fine. The ring stayed on his body at all times to make sure she didn’t find it by accident, but the aura made him feel a bit sick. No. It couldn’t have been the ring that was making him feel such intense distrust.

His dark skinned girlfriend had been with him for 2 years and talk of marriage only increased between them. She really loved him, right? Of course she did. He loved her too. Did she know that? Did she want him to?

“Oppa, are you ok?” His girlfriend asked after dance practice. “Make sure you’re resting and drinking enough water.”

She cared so much, and it made his heart happy, “I promise I am. I could say the same to you, jagiya.”

“I am...most of the time.” She replied with a lovely giggle that made his heart tighten.

The feeling of wanting to get rid of her increased, which confused Namjoon. He loved this woman with all of his heart. Maybe it was just fear that she’d say no to his proposal. Maybe this ring wasn’t special enough. Surely, she’d want something better. No. No anything that he gave her would be loved by her.

Maybe.

It was about a week until he would propose to her. He didn’t want to be near her. He kept trying to run away but his heart wanted her more each day. Namjoon paced a lot in the middle of the night now. What was he to do? Ailee kept saying how beautiful the ring was and how much she knew Y/N would love it.

Namjoon watched as the sunset came and his love was sleeping on the couch. He grabbed the ring and the box from the bedroom drawer and shoved it in his pocket. There were times he would be away from it, but that only made the fear and self doubt increase. Then the man ran as far and as fast as he could to the nearest body of water deep enough never to worry about this damned ring again! He didn’t want it! So what if it was the most perfect thing to give to his beloved.

It was driving him insane! Joon had to just take it back to where he had gotten it from.

He took the ring and yelled at the river, “I do not want the ring anymore! I apologize for returning the gift, but I cannot give this to her. Please take it back! I would rather not throw it away.”

The old woman appeared.

Namjoon had hot tears coming from his eyes as he went on his knees, “Please...ma’am. Please take it back. I do not want it. I can choose one that she will like on my own.”

She smiled, “I know. I honestly thought you would have come back by now. Do you not trust yourself, young one?”

“I--”

The elder put her hand up and closed his mouth, “I do not need to know the answer. If you really love this girl, you do not need a magical ring to increase the longevity of your married life. You need to trust yourself as much as you trust her. Of course, it will be a bit hard. You will be nervous, but believe in your love.”

“Is the ring not enchanted, then?” Namjoon asked, thinking it was all reverse psychology and subliminal messaging with the ring and the box it came in.

“Oh, of course it is!” She laughed. “It is very magical and it brings out the strongest insecurity in the one who holds it the most. Yours is self doubt and fear. Fight that and you will have a happy marriage.”

The woman used the sleeve of her outermost robe to wipe at Namjoon’s tears.

He looked at her, “What is your name? I want to thank you properly for your teachings.”

She smiled and turned into a young man, “자청비”

Namjoon’s eyes widened with shock as the young man kissed his cheek and then put the ring back on his hand. The goddess then disappeared as she turned back into her true form wishing Namjoon happiness and to hurry to the jewler.