#I had to take a sec to respond because I had EMOTIONS

[revenantghost]

your passion and joy for enjoying media (also in trigun brainrot hell, woo) and creating things - don't get me started on your fantastic writing - is honestly such a joy to see on my dashboard, and i just want to cheer you on to keep having a good time. hope you're having a wonderful day or night, too.

Alkajnsdlakjdn oh gosh thank you?!?!?! So much?!?!?!?!?!?!? This legitimately made me tear up when I clicked on my inbox <3 I'm so, so, so happy that anyone gets anything from whatever I create, especially my writing because I have such a tough relationship with that, so seriously--thank you!!!

[the-californicationist]

Bone Deep

AO3 Link -- MDNI -- TW: emotional hurt/comfort, make up sex

Your husband, John Price, has fallen into a pattern of behavior that seems to be moving him farther and farther away from you. But, you refuse to play second fiddle for long. 

You were drenched. It had been raining in such a way that made you think the Lord had gone back on his promise. Perhaps the rainbow had been painted just to placate you. Perhaps, you thought as you wrung out your hair on the porch, you would be drowned after all. 

It sure felt that way. Work had mounted up to the point of a fever-pitch. You had three projects due and one to revise. Not to mention, your husband had been home and yet almost fully invisible. 

John Price was back on something like leave, but he was never around. You saw evidence of his presence all over your floor and table and furniture. Socks, dirty plates, dead tablets, scraps of paper with Russian names scribbled on them... He was hunting Makarov in your kitchen and your hallway and your bathroom, and he was leaving that trail of breadcrumbs both literally and figuratively all over your house. 

You’d gone to bed alone for two nights in a row, and as you nearly tumbled over a pair of his sneakers in the foyer, caked in wet mud, you decided that it would not be three. 

“John?” You called out.

There was no reply, but a pale blue light shone under his office door. 

You popped open the latch and saw him hunched over the computer screen. 

“John.”

“Hm?” He responded, but he didn’t turn around. 

“John!”

“What?” He roared, spinning in his chair and glowering at you, shaming you for interrupting him.

“Okay,” you nodded, resigned. 

It would be a cold day in hell before you accepted that tone from anyone. You’d gone in there expecting to have a rational conversation, but your husband had raised his voice to you like you’d been a naughty dog. 

And you were absolutely not going to take that sort of treatment.

You made it to your bedroom in a quick three strides, pulling your overnight bag from under the bed. You shot your best friend, Cana, an SOS text. She lived two hours away, but you didn’t mind. You’d drive all night through the rain if it meant getting out of this prison that you used to call a home. 

Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but you had boundaries. Clear ones. And he knew he had crossed them. He just didn’t care. 

You started to pack as you fumed, tossing in a few days worth of clothes, your toiletry bag, the essentials. Then, the bedroom door clanged open, its handle slamming into the railing on the wall. 

“What’s this?” John waved a hand over your bag. 

“When I married you, I married a partner, not a ghost. The only reason I know you’re home is because you leave your fucking laundry for me to finish all over my floor. I’m not going to clean up after you like some maid. Then, you raise your tone at me, disrespecting me? No. When you’re ready to be my husband again, you know my number.”

He scoffed,

“All this bloody drama over some dirty socks?”

You stared at him in a way that told him just how serious you were. The silence between you stretched on for eons, expanding in all directions. You smiled, 

“You know it’s not the socks.”

The look in his eyes said: yes, I know it’s not the socks. But, his pride wouldn’t let him say the quiet part out loud. 

So, you left. 

Starting up the car was hard. Backing out of the driveway was harder. But, every mile you drove simply steeled your resolve. You knew his work was important, but you were important, too. You’d always be his wife, but you needed some space. 

You texted your boss when you made it to Cana’s house; you were taking a few days off. A night of tears and comforting hugs (and strong margaritas) passed, then a morning. Then, a night… and in the middle of it, you saw your phone light up. Despite the million other notifications you received every day, you knew it was him.

John: hey

You: hey

John: can i call

You: one sec

You sneaked out of bed, untangling yourself from Cana’s lanky arms, and lugged your phone out to the front porch. You were about to curl up on her big patio chair when you were stopped in your tracks at the sight of a big black truck idling in the driveway.

You sighed, standing there staring at your husband. He killed the engine and stepped down from the cab. As he approached you, looking up at you from the bottom of the stairs like a wide-eyed disciple, you noticed that his blue irises were ringed in pink, bloodshot and puffy. He hadn’t shaven, and he looked pale. 

But, even though you were still hurt, and even though he looked a little worse for wear, it was hard to ignore the carnal ache in your belly when you watched the muscles bulge and flex in his immense forearms as he crossed his arms in front of himself. The way his chest stretched out his black tee shirt, a tuft of fur peeking out of the crew neckline, the sleeves struggling to contain his round biceps. The way he chewed his full bottom lip when he had something important to say. It was enough to test your resolve.  

“Hey,” you said in a small voice, holding your arms around your body for comfort. 

Suddenly, those sharp eyes focused on you with rapt attention, and he stared right at you, speaking in a low, gravelly purr, trying to keep his voice down,

“I’ve been a proper arse.”

You tried to hold back a smirk. He continued,

“I took advantage of you. I’ve been hunting this fuckin’ bastard for so many years, and I’ve got him cornered. It’s all I can think about. Every night I think if only I was a little quicker, or maybe just bloody braver, I could stop him from killing more innocent people. I let him into our house. Into your life. And I shouldn’t have let my work come between us,” John’s expression softened, and he uncrossed his arms, hooking his thumb into his jeans pocket, “And I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, still waiting for his next step. Being sorry was only part of it. 

“When you come home tomorrow, it’ll be different. I’m gonna pull my weight again. You have my word that I’ll only work when you work, and when you’re home,” he squared his shoulders, rocking his hips forward, nervous energy coursing through his body, “I’ll be home with you. I promise.”

You nodded, shifting your weight, staring down at your feet. Then, he called your attention with a caught breath and words that hurt you bone deep,

“You are coming home, right?”

You tried your honest best to fight the tears, but your body shuddered through a sob and you gasped in a sharp breath of air. He moved to hold you, to ascend the steps and repent, to be forgiven, but you held up your hand stopping him in his tracks,

“I won’t have you speaking to me like that, John. I won’t…” You thought about your words carefully, “I can’t be treated that way.”

“I understand, love. Believe me,” he chuckled, “I never want you to feel like that again.”

The way he rubbed his thumb across his sternum made your own chest hurt. He tried to approach you again, stepping up the wooden stairs, creaking under his weight, and he angled his chin up as if to kiss you. But, you stepped away, guarding your own heart for just a while longer. 

The hunger in his eyes followed you like smoke from a fire, warming you with its heat. 

“I’ll be home in the morning, John,” you said, turning to go back into the house. 

The next morning, as you packed, you thought about his promise. You hoped that you were heard. Truly heard and not just for a week of good behavior. You deserved to be respected, and you wouldn’t let your relationship with him become so one-sided again. 

When you pulled into your driveway, you expected to be greeted with the same dark, empty house. As you moved to pick your feet up over the usual mess of shoes, you discovered the foyer scrubbed to a high shine, and there was nothing to stumble upon. All the shoes were shoved into their little cubbies, and there wasn’t a dirty sock in sight. The living room was bright, clean, and John was standing in the middle of it, waiting for you. He took your bags, and scooped you up into a long, tight hug. 

You thought he might try to kiss you, but he didn’t. He just held you against him, breathing in and out, not letting go. Your face was buried deep in his chest, and you could smell his aftershave mixing with the strong scent of his cigars, and a slight musk that was all him. You wanted to feel his fur against your cheek. 

Suddenly, he grabbed your chin in his hand, making you face him, and he said in a dark, warm tone, 

“I’m gonna be the me that you need me to be. From now on. I swear it.”

You felt his soft lips touch yours, kissing you chastely, then deeper, chasing your taste, finding your tongue, licking along its length, savoring your mouth like a treat, cherishing every suck and nip and bite. 

“I missed you, John,” you admitted, feeling hot tears staining your cheeks, not realizing you were crying. 

He wiped them from your temples, smearing them into your skin, cradling your head in his hands so carefully as if you were made of glass. 

“I’ve been away. But, I swear, love. I swear, I’m back. I swear…”

His lips met your wet cheek and took your tears with them. 

“I swear…” 

He kissed your neck, holding your head in his huge paw.

“I swear…” 

You ran your hands over his neck, encircling him, tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his skin. He hooked his arms over his head and rucked the shirt off his back, tossing it on the couch. He pulled you into his lap as he sat down, sinking into the cushions, kissing you like you might disappear again. 

“I’m so sorry, love. Please forgive me,” John growled darkly, his deep voice rumbling between kisses. 

“Forgiven,” you said, forcing him to look at you.

Then, he put his forehead to yours and let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and simply rubbing your back, trailing his hands over your hips, pulling you in closer to him. 

Tentatively, as if testing the waters of a deep well, you rocked your hips against him, seeing if you could get him to take the bait. If you had your husband back, you wanted to seal that promise with more than just a kiss. 

He groaned,

“Mm, I don’t deserve that.”

You repeated the motion, feeling the twitch of his fat cock inside of his jeans, and you narrowed your eyes at him,

“Sex isn’t a reward. It’s our connection, and I need to feel you. I need my captain back.”

He smiled, nuzzling your jaw, peppering your skin with little, chirping kisses, 

“Pretty girl… I missed you so much. What was I thinking?”

You shrugged, playing coy as you slipped off your leggings and set to undoing his buttons, opening the fly of his jeans to see the shock of dark hair and the swollen prize nestled in it, 

“I dunno. Maybe you just needed a reminder?”

As you teased him at your entrance, letting his head play in your wet folds, you began to sink down onto his shaft, spearing yourself onto his length, rocking back and forth with a tantalizing rhythm. 

“Mmngh,” he sighed, his eyes staring, transfixed on where your bodies reconnected. 

Finally, after some effort, his girth was fully sheathed within you, warmed and cradled by your soft heat. You began to lift yourself on your knees up and down, dragging all the way to his rosy head and then sliding all the way back down to those brown curls, enjoying the faces he was making against his will. 

However, he didn’t put up with your performance for long. Before you knew it, you were laying on the couch with your knees on your chest, taking every inch of his cock as deep as it would go. He had a gentle curve that, in this position, rubbed exactly where it needed to, pulling you along from one orgasm to the next like you were a kite, fully at his mercy and high as hell. 

Your mind swam with murky, unintelligible thoughts, and he fucked you harder and harder, pounding himself into you like a machine. Sometimes you forgot his strength… and his stamina. 

You whined a bit, your timbre changing from other-worldly pleasure to mild discomfort, and he picked up on it like a hound. He slowed, inspecting you, looking for the broken pieces. 

“You alright, missus?” He said, kissing you, thrusting shallowly now, checking in with you.

“Can we sit?”

“C’mere.”

John pulled you into his lap and continued his efforts, rocking himself back and forth, holding your body like a toy. Then, he snaked his hand between you, giving your clit something firm to rub against, and you felt the tingles begin to build inside of your belly, a coil tightening, a dam under pressure, a firework ready to burst. 

He was facing you, so you began to kiss him in a slow, supple way, letting your mouth fall open and your lips meet his with the lightest touch. John matched your energy, getting lost in your ritual, sending out the tip of his tongue to play and taste you again. 

He pulled away and licked his fingers before returning them to your folds,

“Mmf-fuck. You are so bloody good.”

“I want you to come in me, baby,” you confessed, resting your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath. 

You saw the surprise dance through his expression. 

“You sure?”

You knew it wasn’t something you allowed very often. You’d been off of your birth control for a few months, trying to give your body a break from the hormones. And even though you weren’t trying for a baby, that was always a dream that you shared. For John, it was the ultimate dream. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you nodded, kissing his smiling mouth.

“Oh, fuck me,” he growled darkly, gripping you around your waist, changing the angle to something wholly transcendent. How did he do it? How did he know where your body needed him to be? It was absurd. 

Everything was bright and glittering as you came around him, and you felt yourself squeezing his cock mercilessly, coming down his shaft in hot, thick coatings of creamy slick, unable to stop it from flooding out around him. 

He, too, was erupting. He gasped for air, grunting in loud, animalistic shouts, his whole face contorted into a pleasure-filled rage, pumping you full of his soft, warm cream, frothing it with his rough movements. 

Eventually, he flung his head back, holding you to him in a tight hug, his entire body moving and reacting without his input, fully on instinct. You held him back, clutching him against you like a lifeline.

You thought he would slip out of you once he was down from his high, but he didn’t. He simply held you to him, sweaty and desperate, letting himself soften inside of you. It was as if he didn’t want to leave. 

“Thank you, love,” he kissed you again, shuddering yet powerful. 

“It’s nice to have you home, John,” you smiled, letting his soft laughter warm your heart, basking in it like the sun. 

[eyesxxyou]

Backstage Show pt.4

★🎸 {} .. hobie brown x groupie!reader

rating. m

word count. 3.5k

synopsis. hobie needs a subject for his next album cover and he decides that he wants it to be you but things quickly devolve into obscenity.

or

hobie takes pictures while fucking you

🍒・．❕warnings. voyeurism, taking pictures during sex, cunnilingus, Hobie's kinda conflicted with his emotions, clothed sex, praise, spitting, hand riding, hobie has a bit of a god/ superiority complex, y/n is a groupie who'd do anything for her idol, bit of a power dynamic fr, really toxic in here, angst towards the end.

Backstage Show Pt. 3

I want you to be on the new album cover

Hobie texted you for the first time in three days and you’ve suddenly come back to life. The days when he didn’t text you seemed to be the bleakest and most boring, those when he did proved to be the best for your psyche, and that special little text when he’d tell you to come meet him somewhere because he needs you was a feeling wholly otherworldly. You needed him like a junkie needed a hit to feel functional. You had withdrawal symptoms without him. And maybe he knew that and that’s why he kept you on the hook for so long. 

Hobie was not dumb. He knew the effect he had on you, knew exactly in which ways to take advantage of your devotion to make sure you remain entirely obsessed with him. Because he could not bear to lose you because you finally realized that he wasn't worth all of your time.

Either way. He wanted you on the album cover. He wanted you of all people on the album cover. You felt as though your heart could simply combust out of your chest and go to confess its undying love to him. He wanted you on the album cover of anyone in the world.

Then he texted again before you got the chance to respond.

I’m coming. 5 mins away.

5 minutes gave you very little time to get ready. You lept out of bed and began rummaging through your closet for something nice to wear. You eventually found a nice, silken slip to wear with a leather jacket Hobie had given you (anything Hobie gave you became your most prized possession) and some boots to match. It was oddly innocent, like a delicate girl in her innocent dress wearing her boyfriend's clothes. The only difference was you were not a delicate girl and Hobie was not your boyfriend.

Hobie was already at your door in what seemed like seconds after his texts. Had you spent that much time choosing an outfit? You hadn’t had any time to do your makeup.

“One sec!” You called out once he began knocking a little harder. “Ion give a damn wha’cha look like, woman. Jus’ lemme in!” He called back and reluctantly you went and opened the door for him. He’s never seen you without makeup on. Sure, he’s seen it streak down your face in tears after he was done fucking you but never completely barefaced.

You opened the door to find him leaning against the frame waiting on you. He was on his phone, then he wasn't, turning it off and tucking it away upon seeing you standing before him.

His pretty eyes scanned over your outfit and nodded in approval, reaching out to slip his hands beneath your jacket to place his hands on your silk-adorned hips. “I like it. Perfect. Don’ worry ‘bout the makeup ‘n all tha’. You won’ need it for the photoshoot. Your face won't be on the cover.” You hadn’t known you were doing it today but you should have. Hobie was the sporadic type like that, getting ideas in the moment and wanting to run with it then and there without any prior planning. That was him and you were along for the ride.

That’s when you noticed the camera hanging off his side. A little less than professional grade but still a great quality camera. 

“We’re doing it here?” You ask, moving to the side as he made his way in. You closed the door behind him, beginning to remove your shoes since you wouldn’t be needing them. Hobie looked around your flat, surprised by how neat it was despite your wild interests. But neat did not mean boring. It wasn’t plain by any means, just more organized than his. “Yeah, though’ you’d be more comfortable here.”

It was considerate of him and you felt your heart swoon at it. You bit your lip to contain a smile as you slipped off your jacket and tossed it onto the couch. “Yeah, thanks.”

“I want to do it on your bed.”

It caught you off guard. He’s straightforward but not usually that straightforward. “Huh?” 

“The photoshoot, luv. I wanna do it on your bed.” Hobie chuckled, tossing an arm over your shoulders to pull you in as he began walking towards your bedroom. He knew the layout of your flat well enough from all the times spent carrying you to your bed between kisses and the removal of clothes.

You went and sat on your bed while Hobie prepared the camera. “I want something sweet and sexy. I like the slip, it looks innocent.” He comes over with his camera in one and and his other free to pose you as he pleased.

He began with simple poses, you lying on your bed with one of the straps falling down your shoulder in a seductive kind of way. Hobie knelt above you, taking pictures from above before dragging you up to sit with your legs in a w-shape and your hands between your knees.

“So pretty, baby.” Hobie murmured as you did your own thing, each pose captured by his camera for later review over which would be best. He’d keep your face out of the cover, just to protect your identity. He was a bit of a dickhead but he wasn’t a complete asshole. He wasn’t out to ruin your life.

Hobie stood at the foot of your bed. “Come’ere.” He motioned you over and without hesitation, you came to him and sat in front of him. His hand caressed your face, fingers sliding across your cheek before using his thumb  to brush along your southern lip. You offered no resistance as he pushed his thumb into your hot, wet mouth and snapped a picture of it.

“You eva though’ ‘bout me fuckin’ you, takin’ pictures wit’ that polaroid of yours? Imagine how good we’d look wit’ a camera like this one.” He pushed his thumb further and you opened your throat to let him push against it. You nodded slowly, looking up at him through hooded lids, drunk on arousal. You kept glancing at the growing tent in his pants, his bulge pressing against the restriction of his jeans. You needed him badly.

He snapped more pictures of you, pulling his thumb from your pretty, saliva-glossed lips. He took pictures as he pushed your face into the bulge of his pants and made you worship it, worship him. 

"Lemme see tha' pretty cunt of yours." Hobie eased you back, made you open your legs to reveal the wet patch on the panties you wore just for him, that matched the creamy, white silk or your slip. He aimed the camera at you as you pulled the off and tossed them away, taking pictures of your glistening arousal before placing the camera on the bed and kneeling down between the heaven of your legs.

Her had your knees hinged over his shoulder, his large hands gripping the chaste flesh of your thighs as he pulled you close and spat on your pussy. Hobie looked at your cunt as if he were in love, with a gaze so intense you could practically feel the heat.

Fingers spread the glob of spit across your clit and down to the entrance that was more than ready for him. He looked up at you in the eyes at he licked into your pussy, his broad nose nudging your clit enough to make you shudder.

Hobie feasted upon you, all tongue and wet fingers pushing in and out of your greedy pussy, switching places from time to time because a pussy like this deserved all the praise and appreciation in the world. His tongue caresses your clit only to be replaced by the rough pads of fingers pinching and stroking a second later.

He had you on cloud nine and only he could. Your fingers wrung the sheets of your bed in a grip so hard you thought you might tear them. Then your hands were in the wilderness of his hair, grasping at his wicks and holding his head to you so that he might never stop.

Through a bleary-eyed gaze your eyes managed to land upon the camera sitting idle beside you and in a moment, you grabbed it and began taking pictures of Hobie. The shutter of the camera caught his attention as he paused and looked up to see your face covered by the lense of his camera.

"Don' stop," you told him breathlessly. "Keep going, you look so pretty, Hobes." You snapped another picture of him.

"I look pretty? Babe, you should see my view." He used the tip of his tongue to tease between your folds. He maintained eye contact with you through the lense, letting you give him his moment to shine as kitten licked your swollen clit and murmured obscenities into your core. 

Your back arched, your pussy pulsated, muscles spasmed with the threat of your orgasm. He had you singing his name, your finger weighing on the button until shutter after shutter of the lense taking rapid photos of your descent into madness.

Hobie took the camera from your hands before reaching to release himself from the confines of his pants. He needed you. He needed you like he needed food, water, air.

He let you cum on his tongue, took everything you had to give and more. He ate until your pussy spasmed and you began to push his head away. "Hobie, Hobes please." He just couldn't help himself. He could taste the slight twinge of sweetness from all the fruit you've been eating recently and he's enamored with it. He could do this all day if not for the hard-on he had aching between his legs.

Hobie stood up and pulled you further up onto his bed to make more room for himself. He rolled you over onto your stomach and grabbed a pillow to place your hips upon. He made sure the camera was within reach before pulling his pants down a little further and stroking his cock in his hand.

He pressed the length of it against your ass smearing precum against your slip without a care. You shivered beneath him, anticipating the moment when he'd push himself into you. Not slow or gentle, but swiftly with the speed of someone who's desperate for something.

You pushed yourself towards him as he tapped his length against your ass, revealing where you needed him the very most. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, asking so politely to be filled up and taken advantage of. You enticed him into pressed the thick head of his dick against your hole and push in with one solid motion that left you gasping for air and whining his name.

He had his hands on you, pressing you into the mattress as he drew his hips back with his tip just barely still inside before driving himself back inside you.

He fucked you like he's been waiting for this, like you were the one who left him on delivered last time you spoke. It was fast, rough, but gentle where he needed to be. His hands traced the slopes of your body as you moaned beneath him and trembled under his touch.

Oh— the things you let him do to you, the way you let him take pictures of him defiling you and never raised a single protest. The way he took advantage of you loyalty and earnesty, your undying love for him. He made you feel so good with his cock touching places you would have never known without him.

Hobie whispered in your ear how good you felt, how he's gonna cum on your pussy just because he knows you'll let him.

The sound of your creamy cunt getting fucked and your moans mingled in some sort of lewd symphony. The bedframe slammed into the wall over and over again, your mind was hazy with a second orgasm waiting to happen.

Hobie fucked you like a dog in rut, with the primal want of an animal with not much more on his mind beyond "fuck". On his lips, he sang a beautiful melody of moans. He could no longer focus on taking pictures, his hands were grasping at you like a wild animal attempting to maul you. 

The way he moaned was like hearing heaven, like hearing his truly sing for the first time. It was rough, feral, sensual, it matched his hands with their desperation. He was reduced down to a man with a need.

His hands pinned your wrists to the bed as he leaned over you. His hips snapped, skin meeting skin in a harsh, sticky clap. Sweat layered your bodies in a thin film over your skin.

"Ngh— ah~ Hobie, please. Right…there. Just like that." You were crying out from him, writhing beneath his touch. He fucked you nice and hard and kept you dumb and agreeable. You drooled into your bed, squeezing your eyes shut as you concentrate on the feeling of a second orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach.

"You gonna make me cum, pretty girl. You wan' me to cum on ya pussy. Take pictures of it and put it on ma album." Hobie hummed into your ear, glancing between your fucked out face and the way his cock slid between your nether lips and sheathed itself into your hole.

His abdomen curled and tightened with the sheer weight of his orgasm as the pace of his hips became more and more erratic. And oh, those pretty moans became something far more feral than just singing. He was losing himself inside you and he had half the mind to pull out before he came, cum coating your ass in dribbles of white spats that crest the round of your ass and pooled at the dip of your spine.

Hobie grabbed his camera and captured a few photos before he realized something. "Aw, babe. Did I ruin ya second orgasm?" He had left you high and dry without even thinking about it.

You nodded timidly, not wanting to inconvenience him with your own pleasure. You had already had an orgasm and you shouldn't be entitled to a second one but Hobie seemed intent on finishing you out, finished what he started.

"Come'ere, luv." Hobie turned off his camera and set it aside before motioning you over. You crawled over to where he sat on your bed and let him pull you into his lap facing him with your knees on either side of his waist.

"Can' leave ma girl hangin', can I?" He wiped up some of the cum off your ass with his fingers and slid the two messy digits between your soaked folds. You shuddered, wrapping your arms over his shoulder and around his neck as you stared at those pretty eyes of his.

He pushed his cum-slicked fingers into your greedy cunt that let him in without even an ounce of resistance, palming at your clit that aches for him with the heel of his hand.

Hobie's lips were on yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue met yours. "Go 'head and take wha'cha need." He offered up his hand for you to use as your own person sex toy. Those long fingers of his caressing your walls while his hand rubbed your clit.

You braced your hands on his shoulders for leverage before rocking your hips against his hand. Grinding, bouncing, rocking, fucking those fingers of his like no tomorrow.

Hobie watched you lull your head back with pleasure. You rocked your hips with a fluidity he finds himself hypnotized with. Your slip hid just enough to make the action all the more lewd, like something forbidden. You were gorgeous when you were about to cum, gorgeous all the time.

If he wasn’t so fucked up, he might just fall in love with you. He might actually be in love with you. But he’s too afraid that they’re finally going to figure out he wasn’t worth all your time and leave him. 

Hobie kissed you again, deeper this time, softer, with a sort of tenderness he’s never kissed you with before. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you fall even harder for him. You couldn’t bear the thought of living your life without him. You can’t even remember what your life was like before you fist got fucked by him. He left your mind in a dizzy.

You’ll bask in this moment because you can’t be sure when he’ll get bored of you, when one text will be his last and he simply ghosts you. It’s not an outlandish possibility.

“‘M gonna cum.” You murmured against his lips in a daze. “‘M gonna cum, Hobie.” He could feel it, the way your walls rippled and clamped around his fingers. You were so close, so high on him. Your orgasm washed over you easily, like the caress of his hand against your back or a wave washing up on a beach. It rippled through your muscles and left you feeling warm and airy. 

“You did so good, ma pretty girl. You feel good?”

You nodded, whimpering as he slipped his fingers from your hole and grabbed your hips to lift you up. “Where ya rags at? I need to clean ya up.” He set you down on the bed beside him and stood up to clean you up. You looked up at him, twiddling your thumbs like an idiot. “We could just take a shower.”

“If you want to. I’ll be waiting out here.” Hobie adjusted himself, fixing himself up and tucking himself away.  He was completely clueless, not a care in the world nor a clue for the embarrassment of the person sitting on their bed trying to get him to shower with them.

“I meant the two of us…together.” 

“Oh—” He paused for a moment, thinking, considering it. “I don’ know, luv. If I go in wit’ ya, I might no’ be able to keep ma hands to maself.” The disappointment set in quickly. You pursed your lips softly, embarrassed that you even asked. Suddenly there was a world of difference between the two of you. Distance placed between the two of you set by Hobie because he didn’t want you getting to familiar. He couldn’t risk attachment but he knew deep down that it was already too late. He liked you. He liked you a lot. In another world, he’d be in love with you. But love just wasn’t for him. 

“I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

You grabbed your things and made your way into the bathroom, closing the door swiftly before slapping yourself in the head. You felt like a bit of an idiot. Of course, he wouldn’t want to shower with you. The two of you were nothing but fuck buddies. Hobie made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything more than to hang out and get his dick wet from time to time.

By the time you got out of the shower, Hobie was in the living room, lounging on your couch while reviewing the pictures the two of you had taken. He was smiling that effortlessly gorgeous smile of his. “Come look at this shit. You look amazin’, luv.” He motioned you over and transfixed by how suddenly he pulled you back in, you came and sat down beside him to look at the pictures taken.

You did look good. You looked sexy, so did Hobie, in the multiple pictures you took of him eating you out. But you were so embarrassed by the obscene nature of the photos that you covered the screen and looked at Hobie. “You’re not gonna use any of these as the cover, are you?”

Hobie shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Why? I think we look great.” You slapped his shoulder and he chuckled in response. “I’m jus’ pullin’ ya leg, baby. These pictures are jus’ fa me.” He cupped your face in one of his hands and kissed you with his tongue pressed against the seam of your lips. It was an apology. He knew that he had hurt you earlier by refusing you but he’d never apologize for it verbally.

Maybe one day, you could get him to feel for you the same way you feel for him.

[aealzx]

Their course, guided by Mom April, had taken them through another set of soldiers. But they had been easy to deal with since there was no mechanoid with them this time. And then a few more rooms on their route took them to a more open room, where one more mechanoid and ground soldier group greeted them. Before they had reached the room Mom April had told them it was designated for maintenance for the huge machines, so they rushed in with weapons drawn. Both groups of enemies had had more of the toxic gas, and mystic nullifiers. And by this point after the most recent group was taken out to unconsciousness it was easy to tell that Lil Mikey was starting to get worn out from everything. Both Raph and Don had been hovering over him, making sure he stayed between them while they traveled. So when he started coughing hard enough to pause in progression, hands raising to his mouth to pull the gas mask off to try and get more air, Raphael was there to place a supporting hand on his back.

“After this next corner you’ll reach the dead zone. I won’t be able to keep track of you through the cameras,” Mom April cautioned through their headsets while they took a breather.

“It’s alright April. You said Leo was just a few rooms back from us. Is the other Donatello close by too? The dead zones are progressing towards us, aren't they?” Don asked, partially watching their surroundings while partially monitoring Raphael addressing Lil Mikey.

“Yeah, Leo should reach you in the next few minutes. But the most recent deadzone is on the other side of the wall with no door. You’ll have to loop around to reach it,” Mom April answered. “...Is everything alright?”

The emotion from Mom April was palpable through the speaker, and Don pursed his lips for a moment. Maybe it was just because Raphael and Mikey were also radiating concern for their new charge. “...We just need to either hurry up, or pull Lil Mikey out early,” Don responded eventually.

“Hey big guy, you doing okay?” Raphael asked, crouched with one hand resting on his knee and the other hand rubbing Lil Mikey’s back while he forced down deep breaths. He could only manage to give a few nods, and that wasn’t reassuring at all. “Maybe one of us should escort you out while the other two collect our brother and your’s…”

“N’no-,” Lil Mikey protested, shaking his head emphatically, and giving one more cough.

“You’re breathing like an asthmatic running a marathon,” Raphael stressed, brow furrowing as he could hear wheezing without leaning any closer.

Lil Mikey just shook his head again. “D’Dee doesn’t do well with strangers-,” he continued to protest.

Don was half a breath away from offering to carry the smaller lad since the final stretch seemed close. But the words were never able to leave his mind before they had another enemy to deal with. A series of gunshots snapping through the air caused them to scatter before they could see where they had come from. Raphael herded Lil Mikey along with a careful hand, noting him stumbling slightly but not stopping, and therefore Raphael continued to guide them both to cover. Lil Mikey had kept moving along Raphael’s guidance, allowing himself to be directed behind the large console tables while Raphael twisted to catch sight of the lone soldier behind them. He’d thought they had both avoided the gunfire easily enough, darting behind a console desk and resting a hand on Lil Mikey’s head while keeping an eye on the soldier, and catching sight of his own brothers diving behind the other console desk. Lil Mikey giving a few, softer, shakier coughs was concerning, but at least it wasn’t as bad as before.

“You doing alright kid? Take a sec to catch your breath, okay?” Raphael asked, keeping his gaze on the soldier that had slipped in behind them. When he didn’t get a verbal response back, and the coughs from Lil Mikey became mixed with anxious whimpers under a shaking frame, Raphael’s eyes snapped down to him. Where he expected to see an increasingly familiar sight of green, orange and black, his gaze ended up locking onto a steadily growing stream of red down Lil Mikey’s arm, his small hand gingerly hovering near it.

“Aw shell!” Raphael cussed, both hands moving, one reaching around to pull Lil Mikey close while the other clamped a vice grip around the back of Lil Mikey’s upper arm. He felt bad for the barely smothered cry that escaped from the small teen at the contact, but knew that he had to get some sort of pressure on the wound before worrying about anything else.

“Raph? Bro? My dude. You can’t just curse and not elaborate when we can’t see you.” his own Mikey’s voice came from the other barricade he and Don had scrambled behind, the not quite actual swear alerting him that something was worse than before.

Instead of answering Mikey, Raphael called out to his other brother. The one that would be way more useful in this situation. “Don, get over here! Lil Mikey got hit! He’s bleeding, bad!” Raphael shouted back, shifting his weight so he could pull Little Mikey to sag over his thigh for support. He couldn’t blame the kid for panicking, despite doing an amazing job at not completely breaking down. Gunshot wounds were always alarming, the floor was already getting a small puddle of blood where Lil Mikey’s hand was resting.

“Oh, shell!” Don repeated, reflexively moving to run towards them, but having to halt his action when another gunshot crashed into the table near his head. “Get pressure on it!” Don called back, shrinking far behind the barricade he was behind and wordlessly looking to Mikey.

“I know, I know!” Raphael spat, looking around frantically for anything to help. Rule number one was always stop the bleeding. But after that he couldn’t remember anything else. He wasn’t the medic, that was Don’s job. He just broke things. Lil Mikey’s breathless whimpers as he tried to shove Raphael’s hand away from causing more pain caused Raphael to lock his attention on him again. “I know, kid, I know. It hurts, but I have to do this. Trust me. You’re gonna be alright,” he assured, partly for Lil Mikey and partly to excuse his own actions causing the child more pain. Thankfully Lil Mikey tried to be obedient to his semi request to stop by gripping Raphael’s knee instead. Lifting his head to shout to Don again, Raphael’s voice never made it out since a series of different sounds distracted his thoughts. Someone getting punched, kicked, or otherwise beaten. Several times. He felt a flutter of anxiety for his brothers before Mikey’s voice came from behind him instead of to the right.

“That’s for shooting a child you asshole!”

Raphael couldn’t help the slight grin he got, hearing Mikey cuss worse than either he or Don had, and giving the soldier another kick despite them already being disarmed and down. And with the immediate threat taken care of Don was already crowding into the space next to them, swinging the backpack off his shoulders. “Sssss, okay, keep him supported,” Don directed, digging through his bag for an emergency tourniquet. “Is there an exit wound?”

Raphael thought for a moment, twisting to see the other side of Lil Mikey’s arm where his fingers were. “No,” he answered. No wonder the kid hated him pushing on his arm.

Don pressed his lips together, but seemed to be a bit less tense while he looped the tourniquet around Lil Mikey’s shoulder. “Try to focus on taking slow, deep breaths Lil Mike,” Don directed, threading the tourniquet strap through the clasp. His softer voice was hopefully more soothing to Lil Mikey than the other two shouting. The poor kid’s gaze was largely unfocused, but he at least started to consciously slow his breathing down.

“You or me?” Raphael asked as Don cinched the band to an uncomfortable tightness. He could hear something big, and metal clomping its way towards them. Which meant they couldn’t stay where they were much longer. Even with Mikey keeping a tense guard.

“We have incoming…” Mikey warned around the whir of his nunchucks. Small guards he could handle. Big automated machines were a little more difficult.

Don’s eyes just flicked to Raphael for a moment before going back to his medical supplies. “For what?”

“Getting the kid out. I’m not keeping him around here any longer. Is he stable enough for me to watch over him while you and Mikey deal with his brother?” Raphael explained.

As Don opened his mouth to respond, Lil Mikey snapped out of his daze enough to beat him to it, shoving away from Raphael slightly. “N-no,” he protested with a slight cough. “You can’t-... Donnie doesn’t… do good with… strangers…” he repeated.

Raphael felt his expression soften a little, and he just firmly but carefully held Lil Mikey close. “That’s why I want to send Mr Softie here to talk to him. He’s got a lot more patience than I do, and is way less annoying than Mikey. But not at your expense.”

Raphael’s reasoning made sense, but Lil Mikey was reluctant to leave before Donnie was safe. Before he’d even laid eyes on his brother. So he shook his head again in conscious belligerence.

As Don was peeling open a gauze pack, Raphael opened his mouth to respond, but an abrupt, shuddering shatter of screeching metal peeling away from impact further in the room caused him to cut off before he started. “What was THAT?” Raphael voiced their collective thoughts as he and Don looked over the barrier once more. The wall next to the deadzone Mom April had pointed out was no longer without a connecting entrance. An ugly hole had been smashed through the metal, gasping in an ugly gape near the ceiling and spewing a mixture of gas and smoke as another, smaller figure stepped onto the ridge.

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I wanted to do this one 2 days ago, but ended up getting super chatty with buddies, and then the next day I got a sudden surge of attention that freaked me out a bit and made it hard to focus. X'D hooray for being an anxious introvert.

Also it didn't help that this part was a fight to get out |D Emil's Karma variant of his theme finally helped a lil though.

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

HYROX Glasgow 2024! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Credit @rb_romabyrne

SH at the SECC Scottish Exhibition Centre during HYROX 2024 in Glasgow. He walked around the Centre until he was recognised by two fans if he had been wearing his sports suit no one would have recognised him in this competition that brought together 3000 participants.

SH finished his participation on Saturday, he’s not competing on Sunday but could go back to show off or support some friends from EDA who are still in the HYROX competition.

SH competed in the HYROX Men category and this year he placed 359th in the 40-44 age group 👥 (he also participated last year, and although he was 42 years old, he entered the age group 35-39) in double with NR.

His friend Sarah participated in the HYROX-PRO Women, ranked #40. Her category requires more effort than SH’s category.

SH attended the event today but he didn't go there to support his friend. He didn't even look at her or stand in front of her to cheer her on during the competition. Rather, he went there to show himself off, as during his participation on Saturday, no one recognised him 🥴

BTW. It is important to note that HYROX is a fitness program and is a sports competition not related to any whisky event, as some of its fans mistakenly believe.

If anybody has an interest in Valbo's finish time 🕰️ here is his time and place.

Day 1️⃣ at HYROX Glasgow 2024

Posted 2nd of March 2024

@shinycomputerqueen SH may throw a tantrum if somebody reminds him that he should report to work seriously 😂

@dlansing53 SH was scheduled to compete at 6:30 p.m. in Hyrox Men. If you look at Hyrox's day 1 schedule, SH arrived at the venue around midday, which means he arrived 6 hours before his scheduled start time. If SH had worn proper sports clothing like all other competitors, no one would have paid attention to him while he was waiting in the venue for his turn to participate. He would have been just another competitor among the 3000 others, and his actions would have gone irrelevant.

@dlansing53 I understood perfectly But, I think you’re a bit confused. SH lives just outside the Glasgow city centre. The event location was on the other side of the city, and it was not close it took two and a half hours or more to get there if you walked. He likes to attract attention, but his face is not as well-known as you thinking. His Glasgow fans and the fitness group may recognise him, but he is not as popular as you believe. His fans tend to exaggerate a lot of things.

If you have never participated in a Hyrox, you should know that the spectator area has been designed so that your supporters can be close to you in almost all training sessions. However, SH is not a coach, and He had to buy a spectator ticket and an athlete ticket. Most importantly, spectators at the event venue received a yellow pulse bracelet, which SH did not wear because he did not buy a spectator ticket. He was in the area perhaps watching part of the event but he was not a spectator.

@dlansing53 Well, now you know SH doesn't live even remotely close to the event like you thought 😂 He was present at the event as a competitor, not as a spectator who he didn't pay to see. He was dressed without sports clothes when he arrived at the venue, and it is important to note that having a different opinion about him is not a matter of liking him or not, that is a personal matter for you as a fan, not mine. I don’t have any emotional attachment to him, which is different.

@dlansing53 Like I said, you're a little confused... You said… he lives near the event!!! and I responded that it was not close ... "It takes you two and a half hours or more to get there if you walked” there is no mention at all if SH walked to the event at the SEC. Nice chat!

[dragonsdomain]

Blob Ghost Supreme chapter 2

AO3

Chapter 1

Danny's first victory was not met with the unadulterated praise for which he'd hoped. He heard terms ranging from "Cheater!" to things he wouldn't be able to repeat over the dinner table flung towards him like javelins, along with empty snack packages he had to dodge. The screams of the audience carried a whole range of emotions, the kind of sound that might herald a riot. Would it make things better or worse if Danny tried to step in and get them to settle down? No, Walker's minions were already on that.

Danny glared defiantly at the audience, then headed out of the arena. This was the beginning. So they didn't believe a blob ghost could win that fight fair and square? So they were enraged by the very idea of it? He'd show them. He'd make them believe he was the real deal, that he deserved their respect. If winning this whole tournament was what it took to make that happen, so be it. He would do it.

...

Sam and Tucker had to grab hold of each other to make sure neither got swept away by the increasingly riotous crowd after the battle ended. The ghost cops all jumped into action and soon enough were able to calm the crowd into a tamer simmering discontent.

Muttering continued between audience members as they finally started to settle back into their seats.

Tucker grabbed the shoulder of a Day of the Dead skeleton to his right. "Hey excuse me, what was that? What just happened?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "A blob ghost, just taking out so many ghosts like that? It shouldn't be possible! Did it cheat? Did it bribe all those ghosts somehow? What does it want? We can't let a cheater get away with becoming the ghost king! We—"

"Wait!" Tucker waved his hands to grab her attention. "I just mean like, what are the rules of this tournament? How does this work?"

The woman sagged, scowling at Tucker. "If you care so little about this tournament, why are you even here?" she sighed. "It's the Ghost King Tournament. It'll have three rounds of one on one battles between eight contestants, and the final winner will be the new ghost king." She pointed down at the arena, where the ghost cops were now working on freeing the defeated contestants from ice. "That was a preliminary round. There'll be eight, with contestants randomly divided between them, and the last ghost standing at the end of each preliminary round will be one of the eight contestants."

Tucker nodded. "Okay. Thank you. That helps a lot."

The woman stood, dusting herself off. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go discuss this with someone who actually cares how it turns out."

Tucker turned back to Sam as the other ghost turned away, finding her having some debate about ghost races with a dangerous-looking ghost to her left. Tucker pulled her away from him. "Sam, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sure." Sam looked like she was about to fire some final word at the large ghost behind her, but Tucker yanked her away into the crowd before she could.

Tucker grabbed her face in his hands. "Sam, that blob ghost Phantom is really powerful."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "We're not leaving."

"What do you mean?" Tucker glared at her. "What are we even doing here then? Putting our lives in danger for curiosity's sake?"

Sam grabbed his shoulders, holding him away from her. "Look, we may not be sure exactly what's important about what's going on, but this tournament is a huge deal. Seeing it could be a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

Tucker started to respond, but Sam interrupted him. "Plus, how much danger can our lives be in if we've somehow been sponsored by the Observant boss or whatever it was that police officer ghost said?"

Tucker frowned. "What was that about, anyway? Why would some important ghost want us here?"

Sam let go of Tucker and started tapping her chin. "I think the ghost mentioned that it was because we're the future ghost king's friends. But we don't have any ghost friends. Do you think it's some kind of mix-up? Did we actually fool them?"

Tucker shrugged. "Yeah. I don't know. It's weird." He straightened. "If we're not the right people, then... what'll happen when they find out the truth?"

Sam cringed. "So we might be in a little danger. Okay. Still, it's not like we'll ever get another chance like this."

Tucker curled in on himself. "I don't know. I don't like it. I feel like we're getting in way over our heads, Sam. We're supposed to be having a hangout with Danny right now! What are we going to tell him when we get back if he's been there waiting for us now?"

Sam pulled out her phone. "Do we have service—? No. Yeah, um. Okay. How about we compromise. If things start going south, if somebody tries to hurt us, we leave. Okay?"

Tucker rolled the idea around in his head. "Okay. Fine. I mean, yeah, I'm curious too." He shuffled awkwardly. "Do we have to watch all the prequalifying fights though?"

Sam smiled in relief. "No, we can probably find some hallway to hang out in 'til the one-on-one fights start. Thanks, man."

Tucker smiled wryly. "I'm the one who gets to call if things are getting too dangerous, 'kay?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Fine."

The two of them walked up towards the top of the audience seating, looking for an exit to somewhere else. The next pre-round was about to start, and it'd be better to get out of the way before things got exciting again.

Tucker worried there wouldn't be anywhere to go since most ghosts got around by flying, but thankfully they were able to find an exit to some hallways that could easily be reached by foot. Was this place based off of a human colosseum? Or was it originally built by humans? It'd be pretty interesting if the places in the ghost zone were the ghosts of places from the real world too.

The hallways weren't completely quiet and still had a fair number of ghosts milling about, but it was significantly more peaceful back here than out in the audience.

Sam and Tucker started strolling aimlessly down the hall.

"You know," Sam said, "If you don't want to be here, I could drop you off back at the Fentons' with the Speeder. You don't have to be here with me."

Tucker snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm not leaving you here in some deep part of the ghost zone all alone."

Sam smirked. "I guess it is kind of nice having you here too."

They found a bench and sat down. "Too bad Danny's not here," Tucker said.

Sam leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. "His fault for being so late," Sam said. "Plus, he hasn't been that interested in ghost stuff anyway. Any time I try to talk about that blob ghost—Phantom—he's always changing the subject."

Tucker frowned, thinking.

Sam glanced at him. "What?"

"Why is it always us who see Phantom? It's not like it’s rare for the little guy to show up, but Danny's never been there when he does."

Sam tilted her head. "Well, huh." She frowned down at the floor. "Is he avoiding Phantom on purpose?"

"But how would he know when Phantom was gonna show up?" Tucker asked.

"I mean, whenever a ghost shows up for it to fight? I have noticed Danny taking bathroom breaks often when that happens." Sam tapped her fingers.

Tucker stared down at his shoes. "Correct me if I'm wrong. But didn't Danny always leave before the ghost would show up?"

"Oh." Sam nodded. "I mean, that makes sense. I was trying to remember why teachers would let him leave if a ghost was there. Makes more sense if he'd left before."

"Weird," Tucker said, folding his arms.

A flash of green zipped by at eye-level.

Tucker and Sam launched up from their seats. "Phantom!" Sam cried, dashing after him, and Tucker followed quickly after.

Phantom was far faster than the two humans were on foot, even when he was having to slow down to take turns in the narrow hallway. Soon enough they'd lost sight of the blob ghost, but kept tracing his path by asking nearby ghosts which way they'd seen him go.

Eventually they wandered their way down to a basement story, where there was some kind of ghost gym (it looked pretty similar to a human gym except that some things were floating). Phantom was visible repeatedly tackling a sandbag with enough force to send it swinging wildly, and the ghosts near him kept giving him nervous glances.

Sam strode up to the blob ghost and said, "Hey, Phantom!"

"AH!" the blob ghost jolted to a halt with an adorably high-pitched shriek.

Yeah, okay, Tucker was no longer scared. He walked up to the ghost and stood next to Sam.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Sam said with alarming respect towards a tiny creature with such an adorable voice.

Tucker coughed, trying to regain his composure.

Phantom muttered something about how he wasn't startled, and was Tucker imagining things or was his face a darker shade of green? Anyhow, "Well, what is it?" Phantom asked.

Sam drew herself up and cleared her throat with a level of professionalism that made Tucker wonder what was about to come out of her mouth. "As the ambassadors from the humans to this auspicious occasion, we'd like to ask you a few questions about you and this event."

Phantom scoffed. "You two are ambassadors? From what government? No one sends ambassadors to the ghost zone!"

Tucker glared at Sam with the intensity it'd take to telepathically call her an idiot for thinking that would work again.

"Uh," Sam continued. "Well, from America. We're the kids of the president!"

How far are you going to push this? Tucker telepathically glared.

Sam glanced at him and finally noticed his glaring and gave him a telepathic I dunno, man.

Phantom dipped down low in a mock bow. "Oh, my apologies, Princess Samantha." He froze.

"How'd you know her name?" Tucker asked.

"I- uh- I heard it? From someone? Didn't you mention it?"

"No?" Tucker said in bafflement.

"Uh, well, I think my fight is about to start!" Phantom gave a laugh that sounded very fake and anxious. "BYE." The blob rocketed out of the room.

There was an awkward silence in the gym as the other ghosts stared after Phantom. "I don't think they're even done with the pre-rounds yet," one of them muttered.

After a minute, the ghosts started going back to their exercising. Sam and Tucker looked at each other. "Is it just me," Sam began, "or did Phantom know a lot about the human world?"

Tucker frowned at the floor. "Maybe he died recently? And how did he know your name? Do we know him?"

Sam inhaled. "Something felt familiar about the way he talked. I can't put my finger on it."

Tucker shrugged. "He hurried away pretty quickly. Seems like even if we did know him, he doesn't want to talk to us."

Sam folded her arms. "Or he doesn't want us to find out."

...

If Danny was lucky, Sam and Tucker would write off that interaction as just weird and awkward and forget all about it. And then they wouldn't bother him anymore, and they'd never have to find out that he had secretly passed halfway into the afterlife in the most embarrassing way possible.

Danny was not lucky very often.

Still, he was trying to put it out of his mind. He had to be focused when it came time for his first battle. It would stink if he lost in the first round.

"Welcome to the first round of the Ghost King Tournament! Behold our first two contestants: Phantom the Blob and Skulker the Hunter!"

Both contestants entered the ring, and Danny saw who he was fighting. Was that a mech? His opponent looked like a robot. Maybe he was operating it through possession.

Skulker gave a condescending smirk. "I usually don't waste my time with common prey, but I'll make an exception this once." He lifted his arms, which unfolded into a gun. "Make this interesting for me, whelp."

Danny dodged away from the blast, hissing. "Since when are we allowed to use outside tools in this fight?!"

Skulker glared. "This mech is as much a part of me as any other ghost's power." He raised his arm cannon for another shot.

Danny dodged easily again, but the shots looked powerful enough that he didn't fancy getting hit by one. He should make this quick.

Danny tapped into his second core, pulling forth the power of space. He opened his mouth, letting loose a miniature black hole.

Crowd members shouted as they started being pulled towards the battle. Danny's eyes widened. Oops. He hadn't thought about that. With some focus, Danny managed to create a shield around the arena, stopping the force being exerted on the crowd and eliciting some relieved breaths.

Skulker, though, was still struggling against Danny's hole's gravity. Danny floated lazily beside it, waiting for it to do its work. Starting to look panicked, Skulker fired another blast at Danny but it curved into the black hole harmlessly. Skulker gave a cry of dismay as his arm gun broke loose and was consumed by the black hole. Danny smiled smugly.

"What are you?!" Skulker huffed as he pressed himself up against the wall.

Danny sneered. "I'm a ghost, just like you!"

Skulker looked terrified. "Blob ghosts can't do things like this."

"I can," Danny answered darkly.

The black hole grew in size, and Skulker's armor started ripping away piece by piece. He shrieked, trying to hold onto his breastplate, but it flew out of his grip. Skulker finally gave a last ditch effort to lunge at Danny with a set of blades, but Danny dodged easily and started firing his own ecto-shots to slice off whatever weapons he could see.

After another second, Skulker's entire silhouette seemed to break apart and fly towards the black hole. Danny yelled, zipped over and consumed the black hole before it could destroy the ghost.

He hovered there panting.

That. Had been too close.

Skulker's robotic limbs lay scattered across the arena. Danny was suddenly aware of how quiet the audience was.

He floated forward in dread. Nothing was moving.

"...Skulker?" Danny pleaded, drawing close to the disembodied head.

It broke open, and Danny screamed.

"Hey! Shut up! You won, okay?"

Danny froze.

Inside the opened robotic helmet was... another blob ghost. Kind of skinnier than Danny, with shrimpy little limbs. He sat up and glared. "I hope you're happy."

The audience burst into murmurings. Danny heard snippets again of what they were saying, accusations of cheating again, of collaboration, miscellaneous trash talk about blob ghosts.

Danny floated away from the blob ghost that was apparently the real Skulker. He hadn't killed him. That was good. Still, he'd probably need to be more careful with his powers in the next battles.

...

"Another blob ghost! Of course. Finally, something that makes sense. Of course a blob ghost could beat a blob ghost."

The ghost beside Tucker started laughing rather hysterically as pandemonium continued in the audience around them.

Tucker turned to Sam. "Did you see that?"

"You're gonna have to be a little more specific, Tuck," Sam responded.

"At the end there, after Phantom got rid of the black hole," Tucker said. "It looked like he was breathing. Panting."

Sam gasped. "You're right. And the black hole? Space powers?"

"Who's one of the people we know who's most likely to accidentally call you by your name? Your nickname?" Tucker said, feeling thoughts piece together in his mind.

He and Sam stood up as one and bolted out into the hall.

"What does it mean? It doesn't make sense!" Tucker called after Sam.

"I don't know! But we're going to get answers." Sam shot back over her shoulder as they ran.

The two of them pounded down a staircase, dashing down the hall and past a couple security guards. They yelled after them but were ignored by Sam and consequently by Tucker.

They reached their destination: the door where Phantom would come out after the battle. There he was, just about to head off down the hall.

"Phantom!" Sam called at the same time as Tucker yelled "Danny!" All three of them froze.

Tucker gulped. "I, uh. Wasn't planning to call you that."

Phantom swooped closer and bit Sam and Tucker's backpacks to drag them hurriedly into an empty side room.

He pushed them in and wrenched the door closed.

"You can't be yelling weird stuff in the halls at me," Phantom snapped in a voice that Tucker was now distinctly aware sounded almost exactly like Danny on helium. "I don't know who this Danny is, I don't know anything about him. What do you two want?"

Sam started spouting out their handfuls of evidence at the blob ghost's annoyed face, but Tucker started to tune her out as his mind whirled. This ghost was acting exactly how Danny would if he was annoyed, or even more like if he was pretending to be annoyed but was really trying to hide something.

"...Did you come from him?" Tucker said softly, almost not even aloud. "Were you born when Danny had that accident with the ghost portal?"

Phantom froze, looking at Tucker in alarm.

"Or... no, you were breathing back there, like a living human. Wait, and why-- you--" The pieces snapped into place. "You are Danny."

Phantom started to pull back, eyes wide and scared.

"Tuck?" Sam spoke softly.

"That's why you didn't show up this morning," Tucker breathed, piercing the ghost with his gaze. "Because you had the tournament to go to. It's why you've kept leaving class before ghosts show up and why you're late for things and busy so often these days. Because you're Danny. You're Phantom."

It all made sense in Tucker's head, but spoken the ideas sounded almost ridiculous. Almost, because Phantom looked far too alarmed. Like Tucker was right.

Sam gave a weak laugh, glancing searchingly between Phantom—Danny and Tucker. "What?" she asked.

Danny shrank down towards the corner. "I... I didn't... not like this..."

"What?" Sam asked desperately. "He's right? You-- Danny?"

Danny curled down further.

That was all the answer Sam needed. "What happened to you?"

Danny couldn't look at them. "The ghost portal half killed me. So I'm part my human me, and part... this."

Why didn't you tell us? Tucker wanted to ask, but he knew the answer. "And you were too embarrassed to tell anyone."

Danny nodded. "Nobody respects my ghost form. I wanted to use this tournament to prove to everyone that I'm not just some tiny cute ghost."

"Can we go back to the part where you're dead," Sam said dazedly.

Tucker ignored her. "So were you gonna tell us about this after winning?"

Danny tilted thoughtfully. "I dunno. Maybe."

Sam blinked. "I mean. Do you really need to do all this? I mean everybody already knows that you're crazy powerful, even if you're also kind of ado—" Tucker smacked her.

"For the record, this doesn't change how we see you, man. You don't have to win some crazy tournament for us to know you're cool." Tucker put out a fist for a fist bump before awkwardly remembering that Danny currently was a blob and had no fists.

However, Danny hovered up off the floor and gave a little smile before headbutting Tucker's fist. Tucker couldn't stop a little laugh from escaping. He was so squishy!

And adorable.

But he would die before saying that out loud again.

Chapter 3

[entropicbias]

i. WHAT. i would ask you to elaborate but i simply have no words so i wont. anyway could you please Talk At Length about ghostbusters the video game. i think that i and the x other people who follow you would enjoy it

ok, so something that you can't really tell (because i am a homestuck artist) is that i am a really big ghostbusters superfan. i had tried to emulate the gbvg stylized version once, but my old laptop was 10 years old and on the verge of exploding. so, it was running the game at a STUNNING 14fps, lol. impossible to play (on top of something else i'll touch on in a sec). then i got myself a new laptop, and ran the stylized version again because i couldn't find the regular one. i prefer the regular version over it, but it was the only one i could find that worked with my emulator! i had seen gameplay of it before (fun fact, entropicbias is a concept derived from this game! username lore), so i wasn't gonna complain. until i realized... that it is impossible to play without a controller. this version was made for the wii, and there are no versions of the stylized gbvg for pc out there right now that aren't 4 billion dollars. so i thought, ok, what if i try extra hard and find the original. after a long time of searching, i found the ps3 version of the regular game. tried that out despite the struggles from the last game; no luck. made it past the tutorial bit down with ray in the hq out of sheer chance, then i hit a stump in the sedgewick hotel. i think i found listings for the game on other websites, buuuuut...

fortunately for me, in 2019 they remastered the game (without touching the original gameplay, BOY!)

and you can currently buy it on steam. i've been pondering getting it, but it's roughly 30NZD (19-20USD), which i need to spend on other things. i might get around to buying it during my semester break, but right now i need the money for uni stuff. this is an amazing game, though. watching gameplay isn't as rewarding as actually playing it. it's especially nostalgic and emotional for ghostbusters fans because this game was the last time harold ramis portrayed egon before his passing.

in 2022 they made another game (ghostbusters: spirits unleashed) which kind of fills the void in a lot of peoples hearts with the lack of multiplayer with the remastered gbvg. it's a 4v1 where one player is the ghost and, surprise surprise, you're trying to catch him. i've heard that it's really difficult to win as the ghostbusters, but the levels in the game look AMAZING. especially the museum! i know you're going 'durhh what a snooze-fest', but LOOK

perfection. anyways, thank you for letting me ramble about that! for context, i responded to what my friend said with "THIS GUY ASKS ME FOR POOP PICS" and he got mad cause he thought people were gonna take me seriously and think he's into scat. so i added a #joking to it and he got even more embarrassed. so i changed it to that. what a waffler.

[waitmyturtles]

A few more thoughts on Moonlight Chicken episode 6 that I didn’t fit into yesterday’s meta -- there is so much to process, and my kids were losing their damn minds when I was writing last night (when you say the words “pizza for dinner” around little kids, it’s like this emotional earthquake, good LORD lol).

ANYWAY (ha), I’m numbering from yesterday’s post:

7) I’m only following the rules and responding to the tags of my big-brained homeslice @respectthepetty to say the following:

Pattaya being a home for some and an escape for others. So, I want to get personal for a sec. Whenever I go back to SE Asia to see fam and travel around -- there is always such a strong desire from my fam for me to stay longer. They’re like, “a month isn’t even long enough to really get to know here, you have to stay for six months.” 

And I’m like, oh my god, I wish, but also -- back even before I had kids, it just felt inherently like an impossibility. Like -- how can I explain it -- when I was younger, it felt unreal to think that I could live my whole life in a place other than the States. I wasn’t conditioned in my mind during those times I visited as a child and as a single woman to consider living there. SE Asia to me, as a child and as an adult, felt like an other place, certainly another home where I had family, but not my home, where I lived my life as how I thought about and defined it, as the one place of my life where I could understand and track my growth as a human. (I know that MANY PEOPLE are not like this and can move at a moment’s notice -- but I think my immediate family had conditioned me back then to always stay close to them.)

It makes me think: when does a place stop feeling like an escape and maybe start feeling like a home? Again, as I said yesterday, I was really moved by Wen’s saying to Jim, “Do you take this place to be your home?”

7a) And I didn’t spend enough time yesterday sitting with the conversation between Jim and Wen about love and the sense of home you get from love, which I want to sit with for a second before I tie this back to Pattaya and escape/home. 

We know now that Jim had/has MAJOR TRUST ISSUES, besides the guilt of letting Beam get on that ferry. And he totally smells the dramaahhh that kinda follows Wen around (like, it’s not all Wen’s fault, but like, guy’s got a drama scent trail). So Jim sees the drama and is like -- I’m just not sure about being able to cross the line with this guy.

But Wen’s showing up for Jim. He’s there-there. He’s making a delicious breakfast. He’s falling asleep on Jim’s lap. He’s feeding Jimbo. He goes to temple with Jim (which we know is something that Wen would otherwise pooh-pooh). He enables Jim to reach closure re: Beam. He goes with Jim to meet Khwan. He sits with Jim to process the Khwan meeting. And, finally, Jim is moved to hold Wen, to hold his hand, and to be with him on New Year’s. 

Wen’s showing up because....Wen is becoming Jim’s home.

7b) Now: does Jim = Pattaya? Wen moved to Pattaya to be away from Bangkok. Wen’s parents even called him a survivor for it. 

I take that to mean (oh, my aching heart): you were brave enough to leave your home and find a new home.

Wen even tells Jim/us, I came to Pattaya for the job opportunity. But what does it take to make a place a home? I think it takes -- not just the love that Wen talks about with Jim in the beginning of the episode. I think it takes some damn work to show up to the place that you love. This might be a stretch, but what I think is happening in this episode is two-fold: while Jim is beginning to make Wen his new home and his new love, I think Wen is also setting himself up to allow Pattaya to be HIS home. 

Wen’s been breaking under the guilt of the Marina project. But it’s Wen who’s also throwing himself into Pattaya -- showing up drunk to the khao man gai joint, going to temple with Jim, running outside, being a cute uncle for Li Ming. He himself is also ingratiating himself into Pattaya’s culture and allowing himself to get wrapped up in it. He is also doing the work of making Pattaya his home. All of this, as opposed to Beam, who escaped Pattaya to live his double life.

I think what’s happening here is an essential connection that I don’t want to separate or unwind. I think, to Wen, Pattaya means Jim and Jim means Pattaya. I think that’s really similar, likely, to the way Beam thought about Jim -- except that Beam didn’t attach PERMANENCE to HIS definition of home. And maybe Jim’s sniffing around and making sure the same paradigm doesn’t happen twice. 

But -- Wen’s not escaping on the weekends. Man’s showing up every chance he gets to show Jim his (Wen’s) love. And I think what happened on the beach with Jim and Wen in the end is that Jim saw what he needed to see from Wen and was convinced that Wen was a risk worth chancing his love on.

I’m so glad I got a chance to talk more about Jim and Wen, because I think they were the absolute center of this episode.

8) One more response to @respectthepetty‘s tags -- oh YES, my HEAVENS, that kid HAS TO BE BEAM’S, RIGHT? Khwan, gurl. Side-eyes. We need to know more!

9) Thanks to @colourme-feral for the expanded explanation of “typical Chinese families”! We vibin’. I ESPECIALLY appreciate the point about pairings being arranged between individuals of similar means/socioeconomic backgrounds. Besides Beam’s relationship with Jim being a queer one, there’s also the fact that Jim would have been prejudiced against (likely by Beam’s family) as a stall owner -- possibly something that Beam couldn’t have taken in his other life. (Beam, smdh.)

10) Thanks to @wen-kexing-apologist and @respectthepetty for the expanded conversation and analysis on Heart’s vocalization (fam, READ THIS BLOG THREAD, it’s incredible meta!). I 100% own that my interpretation of Heart’s vocalization came from the viewpoint of having watched Silent and internalizing Sou’s incredible discomfort with vocalization for the sake of others. I think @wen-kexing-apologist has EXCELLENT points about Li Ming just being so excited to hype his mans up. 

I was also seeing other commentary on the tag about viewers wanting Heart to speak more. I can’t find this post I’m looking for, but someone wrote that (I’m paraphrasing), “Heart doesn’t owe the hearing audience his voice. He doesn’t have to vocalize for our sake.” Besides having only watched Silent, and knowing that Aof researched these issues with the deaf community and caretakers, I trust that this show is handling this issue with delicacy -- and I appreciate @wen-kexing-apologist noting that Li Ming and Heart went right back to their signing after Li Ming’s excitement. Again, I’m looking forward to seeing how it all plays out -- I wonder if Aof will have time to revisit this. (I’m going to take a WILD STAB and bet that it does come back, in some way, regarding Heart’s family and being able to communicate with them. If that shitty mom asks Heart to speak for her, oooooooo, I will be gritting my TEEF.)

11) Another point about Heart -- no pun intended, a heartbreaking one.

Like I said in my first post about episode 6, I was ready for Heart’s mom to separate Li Ming from Heart. I was ready to write a post about how Asians “save face,” and that my immediate prediction would be that Heart’s mom would separate the boys because “she knew best for her son” or some bullshit like that.

I really, inherently, expected that to happen, instead of her consenting to Li Ming to be Heart’s friend. Why?

I don’t want to overgeneralize here, but the following phenomenon is something that I’ve seen more than I like in Indian families (as I myself am Indian). I’ve seen kids become shut-ins. It’s not quite like the hikikomoris of Japan, where it seems like an extreme version of agoraphobia is prevalent.

How do I explain it. It’s a phenomenon that’s like, if your parents don’t believe in you, or are ashamed of you, or detect that something is “off” with you -- it’s OKAY to leave you in your room. It’s okay for you to hide upstairs. I wonder if parents are thinking, we’d rather you be in your room, where we know where you are, then present you to the world, and have to EXPLAIN what YOUR DEAL is. AND, as parents, we’d likely have to face JUDGEMENT for who you are (or in the case of Heart, who you’ve become). 

This phenomenon is present in the families of some of my friends. And when I talk about it with OTHER Indians, all of us Indians nod our heads and are like -- oh yeah, we’ve seen this before.

In other words.... if Li Ming hadn’t shown up -- Heart would have still been in his room. 

For how long? Forever?

And that would have been perfectly fine by Heart’s parents.

12) One last point, and then (I think), I’m done for the meta with this episode. And actually, this point is not even about this episode, but I think it’s just set up to be a kind of definitive characteristic for both Jim and Wen.

When Jim and Wen were feeding Jimbo in this episode, I remembered that Wen knew Jimbo’s name before Wen learned Jim’s name. And, a couple of days ago, I reblogged @soukana’s excellent point that Wen had been with Alan for five years, and Wen’s dad didn’t know Alan’s name. 

Couple that with what we know about Li Ming’s name, and we know there’s meta in the names (I SWEAR there was a post listing the meanings of everyone’s name, and I can’t believe I didn’t add it to my Big Themes list. I don’t think I’m going crazy, but I can’t find it, tears emoji!) (UPDATE: Thanks to @slayerkitty and @sliceduplife, the names translation list can be found here!) 

But what I love about this juxtaposition is: it’s definitive of how both Jim AND Wen see intimacy. They both behaved similarly by keeping back key details about their intimate selves, either to each other or to their close relatives, maybe so as to protect themselves.

And in episode 6, we see those walls coming down. Maybe not necessarily happily (like in the hospital) -- but on the beach, one moment of peace for these two that, I think, belong together.

[peccaberry]

tell me at length about your fave character(s) and why they're so blorbo to you

Rei is legally my emotional support Blorbo at this point so I'm gonna use this to talk about him for a sec ❤️

The version of Rei I vibe with most is the one that's more or less an OC I made for my fanfiction stuff! I consiter everything that happens in Legends of Arceus to be canon to him and I kind of just made up everything else other than that.

God idk where to start so I'll just list a bunch of Rei facts and shit in a sort of list order

BEHOLD, THE REI INFO DUMP:

-Rei's full name is Rei Akabane and was born in Johto to a Johtoan father and a Unovan mother. The last name Akabane loosely translates to "red feather" and is also the name of a train station in Japan!

-Rei looks a lot like his dad while his little sister looks a lot like his mom. Rei's hair has never lain flat in his entire life and it's definitely his dad's fault.

-Rei's mom is a Pokemon Trainer with a dream of eventually becoming a fire type gym leader. She is incredibly skilled and spent her younger years training by batting on the Battle Subway in Unova.

-Rei's Dad is a mild mannered engineer with a good sense of humor and a kind disposition. He met Rei's mom when he was on a work trip to Unova to help do work on the Battle Subway. He saw a crazy fire lady absolutely tearing through her battles while laughing manically and fell in love immediately. They got married a few years later and moved to Johto where Rei was born.

-Rei had a very good childhood with parents and a sister who loved him very much. When Rei was younger he didn't understand that he wasn't also the dad of his new baby sister and insisted that he was because he loved her just as much as dad. They grew up to squabble like any siblings would but were also pretty close with each other.

-Rei grew up around fire type Pokemon because of his mom and has a soft spot for them because of it. He chose Cyndaquil as his starter Pokemon because of this and still likes to wear the associated fancy kimono as his non-work clothes.

-Rei knew he was gay before he was taken by Arceus but was only out to his online friends. He really enjoyed being a part of the online LGBT community and it helped him gain a lot of confidence in himself. He was considering coming out to his parents but was taken before he could make that decision. He feels sad that he never got the chance to know how they would have responded but thinks it would have been positive.

-Rei and his family moved to Jubilife Town ~ a year before he was sent to Hisui for his Dad's job. He hadn't really made any particularly close friends there but was hopeful about the way his life was going.

-Rei's favorite hobbies are soccer and music. He took piano lessons from a young age and learned Ukulele as a fun thing to do with his dad when he was a bit older. He's pretty talented and has a good singing voice. He plays soccer for his school's team and that's where most of his friends were met.

-Rei's dream job is being a pokemon ranger and he's still big mad that it's no longer possible. He had applied to get in to the school but was taken before he found out if he had been accepted into the next semester. Justice for my boy, he could have done it.

-Rei was put in anger management therapy when he was younger because he kept getting into fights. He had a really good therapist and usually manages to keep things under control. He has an incredibly kind heart and it helps him to think about the consequences of his actions on other people and situations around him.

-Rei is really sarcastic and goofy and likes to have fun. He tries not to take things too seriously and likes to act like a moron but it is just an act. He's very much not stupid and has pretty high emotional intelligence.

-Rei struggles to sit down and read because he has both ADHD and Dyslexia. He gets around this with audiobooks but hasn't been able to listen to any since being sent to Hisui and it bums him out.

-Rei did passably in school but was nowhere near a star pupil. He did the best he could but school is not set up for people like him unfortunately. He's clever, but not in the way a school curriculum is set up to measure.

-Rei's "type" is honestly just exactly the kind of person Volo is. He fell in love so hard and fast he might as well have been competing in the homosexuality Olympics. The fact Volo never noticed is honestly really impressive on his part, the Arceus blinders were real. Rei managed to put his life back together after Volo betrayed him but never felt like he got any real closure for his feelings.

-Rei knows how to skateboard and used it pretty regularly just to get around. He can do a few simpler tricks but nothing too fancy.

-Rei's favorite kind of music is 2000s pop but he's the kind of guy who will go for any genre as long as he vibes with the song being played. He doesn't care if people think the songs are cringe, they're *his* cringe and he lives for it.

-Rei has high platonic attraction to woman and they tend to adopt him pretty quick because he's kind and never hits on them. He comes across as a guy who just genuinely wants to be their friend and hang out and it's part of why Akari got so attached to him.

[flosbelova]

I’ll Always Protect You

florence pugh x fem!reader

warnings: mention of death threats.

word count: 1.7k

summary: you and florence had been dating for a while. when she posts you on her Instagram, you receive a bunch of hate comments and florence defends you and your relationship.

request from @the-loving-quotes​

Dating Florence Pugh has been one of the greatest decisions you have ever made in your life. You both have managed to keep your relationship lowkey until she randomly posts you on her Instagram. It was a photo of you looking at this mountain view at sunset from the balcony. She captioned it “My happy place.” 

Your heart started to race as soon as you saw a photo of yourself on her Instagram-- and the fact that she tagged you almost made you pass out.

You looked through her comments and let’s just say most of it wasn't what you would have expected. Some were positive-- for example, there were comments that read:

“OH MY GOSH IT CONFIRMED! I'M SO HAPPY”

“I’m so proud of you <3”

“You guys are the absolute cutest!”

Then, there were comments that weren’t so positive. It was a mixture of homophobic comments and comments that said “Florence deserves better.”

Of course, they hurt, but you didn’t mind at first and chose to focus on the more positive comments. 

-

A couple days pass and you also decide to post Florence on your Instagram. As you hit “post,” your phone instantly started buzzing with notifications. Again, the comments were all a mixture of the positives and the negatives. However, you wanted to focus on the positive side and ignored the comments.

-

You posted Florence on your Instagram story, and you received a lot of DM’s. Although you don’t open your DM’s, you decided to check just for the hell of it. As soon as you swiped to your message requests, you instantly regretted swiping. 

“Kill yourself. You don’t deserve Florence.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away when you heard Florence come into the living room.

“Dinner’s ready, darling,” she says, holding a wooden spoon.

“Hm? Oh, right. I’ll be there in a sec,” you respond.

“Is everything alright, love?” she walks towards you with a concerned look on her face.

You take a deep breath. “Yes, everything’s fine.” You clench your jaw hoping Florence would drop the subject.

She pouts and looks at you with worry. Florence knows every little detail about you. She knows that nothing is ever “fine,” when it follows with you clenching your jaw. However, Florence doesn’t like to overstep on your boundaries, so she drops the subject and figures she’ll ask you later. 

“Alright, love. C’mon, let's eat. I’ve made your favorite,” she says, giving you a soft smile.

-

You loved Florence’s cooking and you always made sure to compliment her dishes whenever she cooked. However, tonight was quiet. The two of you sat in silence, quietly eating your dinner. 

You were grateful that Florence knew to get off your back whenever you were in a mood. That’s one of the things that you appreciated most about her, her ability to understand your emotions and how you cope with them. 

You knew that she would eventually ask you what happened as you have both communicated that suffering in silence wasn’t healthy.

You finished dinner early and asked yourself to be excused. You headed to bed as soon as you finished your meal. Florence stayed in the kitchen to tidy up and to give you some more space.

-

Laying on your side, you couldn’t help but to grab your phone and scroll through your notifications. As hurt as you were already, you were too stubborn to gain some self-control. As terrible as that message was, your comment section got even worse. Not only was it filled with homophobic comments, but you were also getting sent death threats. You had checked Florence’s account and pressed on your photo. You noticed that she turned off the comments.

You felt the bed behind you dip as an arm wrapped around your torso.

“Hi,” Florence whispers, and she rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Hi,” you weakly respond. You sigh as you turn your phone off and place it on the bedside table. You turn around in Florence’s arm and face her.

Florence gave you a worried smile and she wiped the tears on your face. You were so busy scrolling through the hate comments that you hadn’t noticed that tears were falling from your eyes.

“Oh, my love.” Florence places a gentle kiss on your forehead. She then looks at you with worry in her eyes. Florence couldn’t imagine what was going through your mind.

“I know you saw the comments,” she begins, “I saw them too. As soon as I saw the hate comments, I immediately turned them off.”

You sniffled and took a deep breath. “I got death threats,” you say, your voice breaking.

“What?” Florence says, appalled. Florence could feel her heart race and feel herself be filled with rage.

“That’s it, I’m making a post, this is unbelievable,” Florence says getting up to get her phone.

“No, please, you don’t have to,” you plead, “it’ll only make things worse.”

“No it won’t, Y/n, I promise you,” Florence says, already typing in her notes.

“You can’t promise me something that you have no control over,” you say coldly.

Florence pauses. She looks over at you, takes a deep breath and pouts. She stares at you for a while, studying your face. Florence is the type of person to defend the people she loves and doesn’t care if it will give her a bad rep. You just so happen to be one of the people that Florence loves, and she will do whatever it takes to defend you and her love for you.

“It doesn’t matter, what matters is that someone I love is being sent death threats, so please, let me say something,” she says, reaching for your hand.

“I really don’t deserve you,” you sigh.

“You do Y/n, you deserve every bit of me as much as I deserve every bit of you,” Florence says, caressing your cheek. 

-

A few days passed and Florence posted a video on her Instagram regarding the hate you had been receiving. 

“To my “fans,” who have sent a tremendous amount of hate to my girlfriend, Y/n, kindly unfollow me. I do not need your negativity towards my relationship with her. The hate you throw at her is hate you throw at me. The death threats you throw at her, are also death threats you throw at me. It is not your place to tell me who I should and should not love, nor is it any of your business. I do not appreciate the comments you have thrown at her. She does not deserve it, and nor do I. I am happy with Y/n. She makes me a better person. So please, leave my relationship alone and stop sending my girlfriend death threats. I will not ask again.”

After watching the video, you were in shock. Even if you had talked about it a couple days prior, you still didn’t expect that she would actually post it. Florence kept the comments on and fortunately, it was filled with massive support from other celebrities. You were grateful.

-

Florence had an interview with Jimmy Kimmel this week to discuss her recent and future projects. Of course, her video regarding your relationship was a topic of discussion. You stayed backstage and watched Florence’s interview from her dressing room.

“Okay, I think everyone here has seen the video that you had recently posted regarding your relationship,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Florence chuckles nervously.

“So tell me, if you’re comfortable, why you had said what you needed to say?” he asks.

“Did you watch the video?” Florence says sarcastically, earning a couple laughs from the crowd. “Um, I figured that I needed to. I mean my girlfriend was getting sent death threats for no apparent reason and it needed to stop.” This earned Florence a clap from the audience.

“That’s fair. God, the internet is so toxic, isn’t it?” Jimmy complains.

“Yeah,” Florence agreed. “Y/n and I had been dating for a while now and we’d managed to keep it lowkey. I just thought that when I’d finally posted her that I wouldn’t receive such horrid comments. Which is why I felt the need to address this because I hate seeing the people I love get hurt.”

A couple people from the crowd “Awwed”

“So, tell me what it is about Y/n that just makes you so in love with her?” Jimmy asked curiously.

Florence smiled as she thought about the things that she loved most about you. “Her smile was something that caught my eyes right off the bat. She has such a kind smile and I would do everything just to keep her smiling.”

The crowd “Awwed” again.

“Also, Y/n is so loving. She won’t admit it because she likes to be that “tough” person on the outside, but inside she’s a big softie. She gives the best cuddles. I also love how she makes me tea every time I come home from filming.”

“Aww, that must be nice. I think we all need a Y/n in our life, right?” Jimmy says.

The camera pans to the crowd who was cheering and nodding their heads.

“Well, too bad, Y/n is only one person and I’m the lucky girl who has her,” Florence says wittily. 

The crowd laughed and clapped.

“Alright, well it was lovely having you, Florence,” Jimmy says, shaking Florence’s hand. “And that’s all for tonight, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

-

On the ride home, you rested your head on Florence’s shoulders.

“You really had to call me out, didn’t you?” you ask.

“Yeah, maybe just a little,” Florence says, making a gesture.

You chuckle and look at her. “Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on?”

“Yes, Y/n, you tell me everyday,” she says, grabbing your cheek.

You smile and close the gap between you. Florence melts into the kiss and moves her hand to the back of your head, running her hands through your hair. You pull away to catch some air and Florence rests her forehead against yours.

“I love you, Flo. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too Y/n. and don’t thank me, you know I’ll always protect you.”

The End

[raine-kai]

Contextualizing the Messy AkiHaru Scene

So...it came to my attention that a lot of translations of the scene where Akihiko crashes at Haruki's house in chapter 20 of the manga or the anime movie suggest that nothing happened more than we see in the panels/on the screen.

This is a translation error. The Japanese is unambiguous that a lot happened during the scene break; the art backs this up, in the change to Haruki's hairstyle from before to after the scene break.

Mainly, I want to retranslate for people who are interested, who didn't know that this was a mistranslation. But, I think that no matter how the scene is translated, there are subtexts and undercurrents that are lost, that cannot be simply translated into existence.

So I would like to explain several things in the lead-up to the scene in question, as well as in the aftermath, in order to hopefully give more context.

WARNINGS FOR SPOILERS AND NONCON

Notes on Translation: Given astonished me from its very first chapter with its deliberate and brilliant use of words. It is a story that is so incredibly articulate when it wants to be that moments of wordlessness or fragmented words are equally articulate, for they are crafted with as much deliberation and care as the articulate moments. As anyone knows who has ever tried to translate something, just plain translating the surface meaning of words often leaves a lot of the meaning behind. I will do my best to convey in English what the original text conveyed to me in Japanese, but it will inevitably fall short of the original text.

The Lead-In

First off, let's talk about Akihiko and the particular damage that he brings with him into this scene. He, of course, has the argument with Ugetsu and the fact that he has nowhere to go; but he has also been living this way for two years, presumably only a little longer than he has known Haruki. Akihiko describes the patterns that he and Ugetsu go through:

[Translation: "Even since Ugetsu and I broke up, we periodically continue to clash. Sometimes it's about the timing at which Ugetsu found a new guy. Sometimes it's just before or after Ugetsu is away for a long time. Sometimes these clashes come suddenly, immediately after we have been intimate for a few days, just like we used to be.]

Later, Akihiko reveals that he has a pattern of dealing with being kicked out of the home he shares with Ugetsu by finding someone, anyone to stay with. He has come to associate these stays as transactions, where the thing that he provides is most often sex. (We also see this transaction-based approach in his relationship with Ugetsu, for whom he feels compelled to cook—a thing that he later continues for Haruki with an urgency that does not match Haruki's easygoing acceptance of this dynamic.)

In fact, we see hints that perhaps Akihiko associates crashing with someone with providing sex to a deeper degree than even he acknowledges, in a scene in volume 1 where he crashed at Haruki's apartment while drunk, and upon stating it would be too much trouble to pull out a futon, did not merely crawl into bed with Haruki, but on top of him.

[Translation: Haru: Akihiko, get a futon and sleep wherever... Aki: Whaaat? But that's so much effort... Haru: So sleep on the....floor....]

So this is a deeply engrained association for Akihiko.

However, it is also a part of his life that he has gone out of his way to conceal from Haruki. From Haruki, he has not merely concealed the many times that he has essentially prostituted himself for a place to sleep; he has also hidden from Haruki that he has any flatmate at all, much less the nature of his relationship with said flatmate.

Haruki has the idea that Akihiko used to sleep around, but does not anymore. He is blinded partly by his own desire to see only the best parts of Akihiko; he is also blinded by Akihiko's desire to only reveal the best parts of himself to Haruki.

In volume 4, we see the moment that Akihiko lets slip that he has a flatmate, and the degree to which this shakes Haruki.

But the more emotional moment for Haruki comes when he realizes that Akihiko is talking to him on the phone while having sex with a woman.

[Translation: "That was a woman.... He was totally having sex."]

No promises have been broken; no trust has been betrayed. But there is an illusion of Akihiko that Haruki has, that Akihiko himself has carefully cultivated over the recent months for a reason that even he cannot explain. It is a paper-thin illusion, that only held up because Akihiko and Haruki both wanted it there.

But now, that illusion is shattering.

This just so happens to overlap with Take suggesting that Haruki take on a support role in his ex-gf's band.

Haruki has struggled from volume 1 with insecurities. He is the band leader; he is the one who brought them together, the one who runs their social media, the one who keeps them in line. Given is a band that absolutely would never have existed without Haruki. Yet he feels outshined by the other three members. There are several scenes depicting Haruki struggling with this. Akihiko is often the one to whom he voices his insecurities, and always without fail sets him straight. There is one particular exchange, during the same conversation when Akihiko reveals that he has a flatmate, when Haruki calls himself ordinary (凡人枠) and Akihiko retorts that he is not, he is 調停者枠....which is difficult to translate, but essentially means mediator, but in this case is denoting that he is the one who brings the different pieces of the band together (both musically, and as a person). Akihiko tells him then, "You're the one that everybody seeks," with a particular look in his eyes even as he reaches for Haruki's face. (Haruki pulls away and Akihiko pulls back and laughs it off.)

But the undercurrent is, for the first time, Haruki is beginning to see the truth of the words that he never quite believed. He is wanted and needed...he just needs to find a way to explain this to the other members of Given. In particular, Akihiko, who has always felt to Haruki like someone on equal or higher footing than himself, despite Haruki himself being older.

And these are the undercurrents at play as we head into the scene in question.

The Crucial Chapters 19-20

Akihiko shows up on Haruki's doorstop in the middle of the night, with an injured face from a fight with Ugetsu.

Haruki lets him in and they start talking as usual....but this time, it's different. They are both just a little bit at odds in a way they have never been before.

Haruki is aware, now, of a facet of Akihiko's life that until recently he had believed was left in the past.

Akihiko perceives that Haruki is hiding something, and in his typical way, immediately wants to know what it is.

This is why, when Akihiko asks his questions and asks if Haruki is hiding something, Haruki snaps back in a way we have never seen him do before:

[Tr: "[I am, but] you're one to talk!"]

Akihiko grabs Haruki by the wrist and asks again, and Haruki tells him...but throws in that the band he is doing support for is his ex's band.

Akihiko responds, "So you're going back to your ex?" and proceeds to crawl on top of Haruki to acknowledge for the first time what has always been unspoken between them: "You're in love with me, yet you're gonna run away?"

As Haruki lies sputtering for a response (he tries to pretend ignorance, but can't finish a sentence, between Akihiko pressing closer and his own shock) Akihiko reaches for Haruki's braid—the hair that Haruki has been growing out for as long as he has known Akihiko, as something like a wish charm (願掛け) for his love; the hair that Akihiko is somewhat obsessed with, taking every opportunity he can to play with it or style it—and speaks words that reveal that he is still fixated on Haruki's ex.

[Full text: 春樹さぁ、元カノがどうとか言ってたけど、お前こんなんで本当に女なんか抱いてたの？

Translation: You talk about this ex-girlfriend, Haruki, but did you seriously have sex with women like this?

Note: the こんなんで/"like this" is beautifully ambiguous. On a surface level of course it is referring to Haruki's long hair—with all the years of pining and love for Akihiko that that implies—but it also draws attention to how they are right now. The fact that Akihiko has crawled on top of Haruki as he has before, and Haruki does not fully push him away. It draws attention to the way that Akihiko himself is so central to Haruki's entire being.]

While Haruki flushes and thinks to himself, "Shut up, shut up! I did have sex with women, before I met you!" Meanwhile, Akihiko kisses him—a kiss that the art carefully does not show us lip-to-lip, either only showing us angles where we cannot see the point of contact, or focusing on the contact of only their tongues. Make no mistake, this is not a romantic kiss. This is a kiss full of frustration and pent up emotions and two years of unspoken, unacknowledged emotion brewing between these two.

Akihiko begins to strip Haruki further, and Haruki interjects, 「え、うそ、うそうそ、待った」(tr: "Wha- wait wait wait, just a sec"), which Akihiko ignores, and proceeds to begin performing oral sex on Haruki, even as he acknowledges internally that his actions are taking out his frustration with Ugetsu on Haruki.

[Note: the words Haruki uses at this point are not clear "Stop" signals. え、うそ、待った are all words that convey shock and uncertainty, and it is noteworthy that Haruki does not at any point use a word that would convey an equivalent of "Stop". That doesn't make this consensual, as his consent has not been obtained, but this is important to note, that Haruki deliberately does not ever outright tell Akihiko to stop.]

This is where Akihiko reflects on his messy relationship with Ugetsu, and the lingering hold it has on him:

Even since Ugetsu and I broke up, we periodically continue to clash. Sometimes it's about the timing at which Ugetsu found a new guy. Sometimes it's just before or after Ugetsu is away for a long time. Sometimes these clashes come suddenly, immediately after we have been intimate for a few days, just like we used to be. Like he is urging me, "Great, here's an opportunity. Let's part ways and break up for real." Like he is shutting me out of his world by force, to reinforce that he doesn't need me. What the hell? If you don't want me, why do you allow me to hold on? If you sympathize with my holding on, why do you try to throw me away? I want to trap you. I want to escape. I want to give up. I can't fully give up. I want to touch you. I can't breathe...

And when Akihiko comes back to the present, some time has past. His shirt is gone, Haruki places a hand over Akihiko's with tears in his eyes, and for the first time, says やめてよ [approx. translation: "Please stop," but this is a very gentle way of saying it—a plea in softer language]....and then continues, そんな顔しないでよ、���そうな顔しないでよ、なんなの？言ってよ、なんでもしてあげるから [tr: "Please stop looking like that, like you're in such pain...What is it? Please tell me. I would give you anything."]

It is the なんでもしてあげるから here that is utterly striking. @edragoon​ and I debated translations and arrived on "I would give you anything" as the best option, but even with Haruki's soft language leading up to this, even with his words so focused on Akihiko's pain, the sheer love conveyed by these words is heart-wrenching—as is the art, Haruki's hand reaching out to Akihiko's face.

Akihiko has unearthed Haruki's unspoken feeling as part of his self-destructive spiral in a move that he no doubt expected to hurt Haruki, but instead, Haruki has owned up to his no longer hidden feelings and offers all of himself to Akihiko; turns the focus back onto Akihiko and his pain, rather than on himself, as Akihiko probably expected. As no doubt has happened in similar situations with Ugetsu.

And Akihiko, caught between Haruki here and the mess in his heart that is Ugetsu, expresses resentment that these words are coming from Haruki instead of Ugetsu.

"Why did you have to be the one to say that?" Akihiko laments silently, and then out loud,

[tr: "Telling you won't change anything."]

He follows this up with a small, "Sorry," and wonders to himself "Why couldn't it have been you?" (In Japanese, as in English, it is ambiguous whether he is wishing that Haruki were the one he wanted those words from, or that Ugetsu were the one saying those words. The last use of "you" in his internal monologue was directed at Haruki, supporting the first interpretation, but he is also lost in his head, so it would be no surprise if he is swaying back and forth.)

The scene breaks here, and on the next page, Haruki is curled up facing the back of the couch, fully dressed in new clothes and his hair now pulled back in a ponytail, and Akihiko is seated on the floor with his back to the couch, shirtless.

[Tr: "I'm sorry. Truly. I was completely in the wrong."]

Haruki responds, "That's not the part I want an apology for," even as he remembers those damning words, Telling you won't change anything.

[Tr: "...I said I'd give you anything. By the end it was basically consensual."]

Haruki goes on to say Akihiko is free to stay over, but he will be going to a friend's place.

Akihiko visibly panics, but only manages to call Haruki's name once as Haruki tells him he can use anything, can leave the door unlocked, but simply should be gone by morning.

Haruki leaves the apartment, and we see him cry as he walks through the darkened streets as those words Akihiko spoke again.

Left behind, Akihiko berates himself for how much he lets himself lean and depend (甘える) on Haruki, and he reflects on the events with his family and Ugetsu that lead him to where he is, without anywhere else to go. [NOTE: this is no doubt a significant factor in his later decision to move out of Haruki's apartment once as he goes through the process of bettering himself.] He contemplates the ways in which he has behaved towards Haruki, the parts of his own life he has almost instinctively hidden from his view.

Akihiko spends the night on the floor by the couch. (A shot of the clock at one point tells us it is 1:20am.)

We see morning dawn, and it is as Take is at work discussing lunch break that he gets a text from Akihiko, asking if he's seen Haruki. It is in the evening, when Take goes home, that he finds Haruki listless and hollow-eyed in front of his apartment.

The clock reads 9:40pm when Haruki comes home at last. Apart from the few hours he was with Take, Haruki has spent the better part of a night and a day alone who knows where.

[Tr: "Oh, you're still here"]

The hair that Akihiko had adored, the hair that Haruki had been growing since the day he met and fell for Akihiko, is cut short.

The Aftermath

The two of them don't shy away from the subtext of the last day—especially Haruki, who says blandly, "Sorry, but I'm tired after your rejection of my feelings, as you can see. Please go home." And when Akihiko tries to reach for him with a, "Wait, but—" his hand his slapped away by Haruki, who informs him, "Look, I'm angry at you." and cuts off Akihiko's attempted apology one syllable in with an admonishment that an apology will only make him angrier.

But Akihiko says what he should have said the night before—that he is at the end of his rope and has nowhere to go. He quietly asks to be permitted to stay in Haruki's apartment, assuring him that he will sleep on the floor, that he will not do anything again. He begs for Haruki to help him.

Haruki is furious.

「サイアク」the narration repeats: "[This/he] is the worst."

At last, Haruki agrees, but with the words, "If you weren't a band member, I'd throw you out."

The next day at band practice, Akihiko and Haruki are wildly out of sync, and while Haruki puts on a carefree smile for Uenoyama and Mafuyu, he is still spiraling with despair and humiliation.

And yet Akihiko too is on pins and needles, reacting with abject (though silent) horror when Uenoyama asks Haruki what's wrong.

But Haruki tells Uenoyama and Mafuyu nothing, and when he walks off and Akihiko goes after him, the words that come out of his mouth are all about his insecurities about his place in the band. About how he is too ordinary and does not belong in such a band of geniuses.

This is not what Akihiko was expecting his outburst to be about; this is also familiar territory for him, that he knows how to handle. Akihiko knows music.

He assures Haruki of why his music was off today, as he would have any other day. He assures Haruki that he is utterly deserving of his place in their band, as he has so many times before.

[Tr: "I've pretty much always told you that you're necessary, haven't I!?"]

And all at once, memories come rushing back to Haruki of so many times that Akihiko has told him of his value.

Haruki's anger loses its momentum and he deflates. They had back to Haruki's apartment, with Akihiko promising to cook dinner, as he is the freeloader. (Another nod to his tendency to view these arrangements as transactional.)

Living together proves a disillusionment process for Haruki. Of course, the night that Akihiko first came to his apartment was the enormous catalyst, but the disillusionment process continues.

All of those ways in which he had formerly idealized Akihiko crumble one after another for Haruki as they live together. Akihiko cooks, but he only has one flavor profile, and often makes fried rice. Akihiko spends most of his days on music, be it violin or the drums, and it is louder than Haruki is used to with his bass—it is also evidence that Akihiko is the musician he is because he puts in the work, not just inherent talent.

...And that brings us to the end of volume 4, so I think I shall stop here!

If you read all this way, thank you, and I hope this added something positive to your day!

[andnofcksweregiven]

Universal Rule

jeff wittek x reader

warnings: fluff , smut (i’m sorry if it isn’t super great first time writing it 😅)

synopsis: this anons request basically

There’s a universal rule that females and males can’t simply be friends. Where it came from- no one seems to know however, as much as we try and deny it, the realization that there’s harbored feelings hidden deep within you reels its ugly head around.

Jeff Wittek, a man who some may describe to be as gorgeous as a God but as charming as a devil. His natural allure but timidness factor to the ever growing attention of many women, ones he tries to politely reject with a signature giggle- a sign that, once again, he’ll be going home alone.

Except, he wasn’t truly alone as everyone believed. Jeff had a blossoming friendship with a neighbor, from the second he helped her with the last box on moving in day, to the next second everything fell through the bottom and all over his feet- a plethora of clothing ranging from heavy jeans to delicate red panties. For Jeff, it was like a nightmare, slight pink hue dusting his cheeks, that was until a fit of giggles erupted from his new neighbor's lips.

From that day on, Jeff and Y/N were inseparable. In their world, they were friends, ones without any ulterior motives in their hearts or heads, although- to someone looking in, Jeff and Y/N were a ticking time bomb. Either the final chapter to the romance part of their individual books, or the greatest heartbreak and tragedy since Romeo and Juliet. 

Y/N was the first to realize and accept the fact that to her, Jeff was it. It tiptoed into her heart like a burglar, one who was preparing to wreak havoc on the one thing that no one had been able to possess in almost forever. It hit one evening, after Jeff was going on a rant about how there’s so much he has to do, and that even though he knows he’s working himself to the bone, he needs to make sure he’s growing. The vulnerability in his voice, the softness in his eyes melted Y/N- just like it had done to thousands of women before her. 

For Jeff, it happened when Y/N had dragged him on a 2 am walk with Nerf after finding him slumped over his computer recording the same voice over for nearly 20 minutes- the food she had bought going cold besides him. Nerf was hopping up her ankles as they walked, an almost puppy like behavior, barking happily up at her. Jeff had stepped back to capture the moment as Y/N carried on going further- he had slowly lowered his phone as he gazed longingly at a girl who you could compare to Aphrodite.

The universe runs on minutes, hours, days, months and so on. A singular second could be a turbulent moment in ones life. Jeff and Y/N had so many stored seconds from meeting, to the realization that your friend holds more power over your existence then another soul. Those seconds, as heavy as they felt, had fleeted away like distance memories to reminisce on later. Nonetheless, the universe runs on seconds.

Jeff had been running late for a usual movie/ catch up night with Y/N, which led to her deciding to take a brisk shower to calm her ongoing nerves. To her dismay, her mind must have slipped up the tiny detail of letting Jeff know she was in the shower, let alone the fact that he had a spare key to her apartment.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I know I’m late but there was about 20 ninjas I had to fight off in the hallway an’ then a meteor was gunna come an’ hit-” Jeff voice slowly went quieter as he spun away from the front door, only to be met with an empty living room. “Huh, she must be running late as well” he thought.”fuuuuuck I need a piss, she wouldn’t care if I used her toilet”

He walked idly towards the bathroom, unaware to his surroundings as the only thought he was having was how much he was bursting. It wasn’t until a ear piercing shriek echoed off the walls as a naked Y/N stood stunned in the middle of the bathroom.

“Y/N!? HOLY FUCK I- I’M SO SORRY I-” spinning on his heel and running out the room as Y/N finally wrapped her towel securely round her.

“JEFF WHAT THE HELL?” she screamed at him once entering the living room, a pink faced Jeff sitting on the arm rest of her couch head in hands, from the sheer mortifying fact he had managed to see her whole bare silhouette.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I- I- I really needed the toilet...” a whisper that would’ve been hard to catch if the environment hadn’t been so silent. 

“Oh, well go on then I’m done anyways” retreating back into her room to put some article of clothing and a shred of dignity that might have been left in her. Whilst Jeff hurried back into the steamed up room, the blush growing more prominent by every thought of that singular second.

It carried on through out the night, the tension thick in the air, as Jeff kept replaying the moment- he felt like he was being engulfed by the steam from how hot he was starting to feel. The beads of water cascading down your heaving chest, your pillowy lips slightly parted from shock as your sparkling eyes stared directly at him. The more he fantasized, the tighter his shorts got- he was trying his best not to let his mind wonder but having you pressed against his right side, your delicate hands grazing his upper left arm- sending electricity through out his veins- it was leaving him dissatisfied. 

“Y/N?” his voiced wavered as he gazed downwards at the h/c haired girl,

“Yeah Jeff?”

“Can you look at me for a sec”

A slight giggle escaped your mouth, as you raised your head to stare longingly into his eyes. “Ok what do you want because this is a really good sce-”

A second.  

A second was all it took before your lips collided into a passionate yet sensual kiss. A kiss that had left you breathless and almost bare once he pulled away. The empty space between your lips seeming never ending, suddenly you grasped at the collar of his shirt as you fell back on the couch, Jeff following as he slotted himself between your parting legs. His lips trailed towards your jaw and down your neck- sucking and biting, leaving something more then just a memory behind.

Hot breathes followed by sharp movements of clothes being ripped off, after months of hesitation and refusal of the cardinal need to be with one another. 

Jeff's lips wrapped around the stiff peak of your right tit as his slightly rough textured hand, massaged the other one. To him, it felt like silk, soft and welcoming. He didn’t think he could feel better until he finally got a taste of you, a broad stripe up your slit, making you gasp and slightly arch your back off the couch as his forearm held your hips down. As he pulled his head back, the loss of contact had you whining until suddenly Jeff delved his head back in, sucking on your clit that a guttural moan escaped your bruised lips. Your eyes rolled back as you felt a tight coil in your lower abdomen as Jeff continued his attack in between your legs.

“Jeff I’m gunna, JEFF!” 

You came all over his tongue as he carried on lapping away, the taste of you making his mind hazy. Finally, he pulled himself up towards your face, your eyes hooded as you tried to catch your breath.

He placed a light kiss to the top of your head has he stroked your hair backwards, whispering and “are you ok?” to your hairline.

He was going to ask if you wanted to go on before he felt your hand wrap itself around his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down as you placed the tip against your entrance. Looking into your eyes for any shred of hesitance, but being instead met with lust. He kept the eye contact as he pushed himself further inside, a sharp intake of breathe being held inside your lungs as your walls enveloped around him. He didn’t start moving until you let the breathe out, followed by a slight nod.

He built up his speed start slow and hard before hammering into you, the tip of his dick hitting the spot you needed him too. Both of your moans harmonizing as the air carried them in the room, along with skin slapping. Jeff was insatiable. To him, you were like a new vice, one that he intends on never dropping. The constrictions of your walls felt like heaven as you gripped onto his dick, your groans and breaths becoming shallow and shaky as you neared your peak. A final hip shattering thrust, made you coat Jeff’s dick as he slowed down, nearing his own finish as his breathing became ragged until, at last, he pulled out and released on your stomach.

He collapsed beside you as your labored breathing filled the silence- the movie long finished. 

“Wow, I really wasn’t expecting that” you half heartedly chuckled, as you cuddled back into Jeff’s side, head resting on his chest.

Your head bounced as Jeff’s laugh echoed in his chest. “If I’m being honest y/n/n, neither did I”

“So what now Jeff? Can’t exactly pretend this didn’t happen” resting your chin on his chest, waiting to see his deep brown eyes that turned golden in the Sun light.

“Lets not then” he responded nonchalantly as your eyebrows crumpled together, his gaze averting away from the barren ceiling to yours, a smile gracing his lips as a deep emotion of love clouded his eyes “This is a second I never want to forget”

[sakumareikun]

highschool au and s/o is a new transfer and they get lost but rei is there to help <3 transfer student begins to develop a crush on rei and the rest is up to you 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

i had some music on loop while bingewriting this that i would like to "share with the class"

→ How unfortunate...

On the day of your first classes at your new high school, you left the bathroom and then proceeded to lose track of where you were. The map you were given wasn't very helpful no matter how long you stared at it, so you eventually turned to the nearest student in the hallway. "Excuse me, where is class 2-B?" The student in question turned to face you as you spoke, and then grinned one of those 'million dollar smiles' you'd read about in romance novels. "The layout's kinda confusin', so let me show ya there."

He started to walk in the direction you just came from, gesturing to follow him... and he walked a lot faster than you, so you were already out of breath when you were back in class 2-B.

Once you were seated in the classroom safely and you'd caught your breath, you remembered that 'million dollar smile', and the mental image of that stuck for the rest of class.

→ But, it left once you got home and watched the next episode of the TV show you were following, then did your studies, went to sleep. You didn't think about it the following morning. You didn't even remember him when there were so many other things you had to remember.

→ He came right back the next day on lunch break began - he was right outside the classroom. His face lit up when you walked out. "Ya know where the cafeteria is?"

You didn't have the heart to tell him you remembered that one and went along with him.

→ His name was Rei. He was unnaturally attractive. He seemed popular. A few heads turned whenever they heard his voice, so naturally you were a bit suspicious no matter how genuine he seemed. You couldn't let your guard down.

→ Despite the hesitance, you still couldn't help looking forward to seeing him.

→ During the first part of the school year, Rei showed up at the strangest times for the weirdest reasons. That meant he found you and talked to you when you were finally out of a bad mood, sometimes he'd lend an umbrella on a sunny day just before it rained, even left a headband in your locker that you discovered before gym class because he later thought it "would look nice on ya". It wasn't your style, but you humored him because it made him smile. He had a really attractive smile, after all.

→ As the year continued on, you started to outwardly enjoy his company. By the second part of the year, it had been too long for him to be messing with you, you figured, and nothing bad happened anyway (besides him occasionally being annoying, anyway.) It was perfectly fine to relax.

→ He, too, relaxed, but in a different way. You didn't really notice at first until one day, he didn't respond to your question, and when you looked, he had his eyes closed. You had to elbow him a bit for him to snap out of it. "Jus' a little tired. Nothin' to worry about."

→ That's exactly what he said the next time, too. "Gotta take a nap later, don't worry." or "I'm fiiiine. Ya worry too much." or "Too bright, my eyes kinda hurt." There was no end to the excuses, and every time you asked, he brushed it off. Frustrating.

→ The third part of the year came around with him visiting you less and less. Any time he did, he looked like he was forcing himself to stay awake, forcing himself to stay upright, standing up slowly. And you told him one time that he was an idiot for telling you not to worry, and it turned into a very emotionally-charged lecture. So, he opened up a bit.

→ "I'm goin' overseas a lot. There's some stuff I have t' do... things that're important to me. Appreciate the concern, but I'll be alright. Jus' focus on studyin', yeah?"

You'd respect that decision but you still worried.

→ You kept thinking about Rei, his million-dollar smile, heart beating a little faster when you did - at some point this had clearly turned into a full-fledged crush. Next time you saw him, you'd tell him exactly how you felt. You'd written it down, practiced it, then rewrote it. Even if he didn't feel the same, it'd be really nice to get off your chest. Of course you hoped for more, but...

→  But... there wasn't a next time.

You hadn't even seen him for at least a month. He missed the end of the school year entirely, where he would have graduated. Sometimes, other people asked you if you'd seen him, but you hadn't -- and it hurt every single time you had to say it.

No matter how much you waited for him, he never showed up again. You were really mad about it, understandably, even though you knew he was doing something important to him. What if he went somewhere else? Found someone new? Did something terrible happen to him?

So, at some point, you just gave up on him.

↓

→ The next year, your first day feels lonely. You've put it in the past, your friends don't ask about it anymore, and you don't think of him that often anymore. But, sometimes, that longing still comes to mind even if you shove it aside. Today is one of those days.

→ You're about to head home for that day when someone calls your name. You turn to look and it's another student from the same grade. You stare at him for a bit, trying to remember who he reminds you of.

"... Do you not remember me?" He looks so crestfallen. You feel so bad when you tell him you don't, and you certainly don't say it when you recognize he reminds you of Rei. He gets the hint and turns away, so you go back to your locker.

→ Another student turns from the locker next to yours. "I thought you and him were close, did something happen?"

Wait a sec.

You thank them and turn to run in the direction the Rei-like student went.

→ He turns around with wide, tearful eyes when you call out to him as "Rei!", so it really is him.

He looks and sounds completely different, and it really does feel like talking to a stranger, but your emotions trickle back in anyway. He's crying a bit, clinging to you like an oversized koala, completely ignoring the stares of everyone around you both.

→ However, the part of the following conversation that 'throws you for a loop' the most is when you ask why he is, and was, so attached to you.

"... Have you not noticed?" He pauses, but breaks into a familiar million dollar grin. "I love you, you know. I apologize if it was unclear, but that is indeed why."

The fact that he says that so casually makes your head spin. But. After a moment of staring, your smile matches his. Your response is to just kiss him and that's that.

↓

→ He's been held back a year thanks to his absence the year before, so now he is in the same grade as you are. Now you can find him and give him gifts that don't fit his style. It turns out he is very physically affectionate without even trying to be, so he's holding your hand, leaning on you while hugging you from behind, playing with your hair without him even thinking about it.

It gets off-putting to other students, so you and him had to stick to the handholding and tiny kisses before and after lunch.

→ Yes, he looks and sounds different, but nothing really has changed. It still feels like it did before, just that you're dating him now. "High school sweethearts" indeed.

-- And that's that.

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

Act Like It -Johnny Tuturro

Hey guys thank you so much for the support on my last post , I deeply appreciate it. Here is my first Johnny imagine. I’m in love with the guy, go Watch Graceland if you haven’t. Hope you enjoy it

Special thanks to @breanime​ for supporting me with my first story. Go check out her stuff she’s amazing

Warning: Teasing, Language

Word Count: 1.8k

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It’s been two months. Two months since I’ve joined Graceland, and everything was going great. I had finally been able to have intel on a gang leader that I’ve been investigating for the past couple weeks. Word on the streets was that Lorenzo was partying at this club called Moomba tonight and it was my chance to show up and get his attention. The problem was that I couldn’t go alone so I decided to go ask one of the guys.

Johnny and I have been flirting since the first day I entered the house, and everyone told me he had developed a thing for me. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like the guy. He was funny, always respectful and let’s be honest super attractive. Totally my type.

I went downstairs, grabbed a banana and headed to the living room where Mike, Jakes and Johnny were sitting and laughing at something Jakes said.

“Hey guys! I need a boyfriend” I said looking at them peeling my banana. Before they could speak, I continued “I mean, you know this dude, Lorenzo? I’ve been looking at his files for a while now and he’s going to this club tonight and I need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend. I heard he loves to go after women that are in relationships, likes the chase I guess” I shrugged looking at them taking a bite of the yellow fruit.

The boys were both looking in Johnny’s direction waiting for him to say something.

“So, Mikey, what do you say?” I smirked knowing it would annoy Johnny that I didn’t think of him. 

“So, it means I’d have to hold your hand and stay by your side the whole night?” He asked me, catching on on what I was trying to do.

“We’ll probably have to kiss --- I hope you’re okay with that” you said trying not to laugh.

“NO! I – I mean Mike has a thing with Charlie and Briggs… f-for a case they’re working on.” He looked at me and then at him. “Right Mike? “ He said to his friend, his eyes pleading him 

“Oh yes ! I almost forgot about that. Sorry (Y/N) I guess you’ll have to ask someone else” he said, holding his smile.

“I’ll do it” Johnny said almost shouting. Feeling all of our eyes on him he continued “I mean, I’ll come with you, I’ll be happy to, w-well for the cause” He said smiling at me, his cheeks red.

I looked at him, finishing my banana. “Sure, thanks Johnny, I’ll see you later guys” I said winking at him, turning around and leaving to go upstairs while I could still ear them whispering about what just happened.

A couple hours later I heard a knock on the door while I was getting ready “Hey (Y/N), I’m ready when you are, I’ll wait for you downstairs” Johnny said while I was applying the last bit of my makeup.

“I’ll be down in a sec” I answered back.

I looked in the mirror one last time before going down to the living room. I opted for this red skin tight dress with a low cut in the back and I paired it with my black strappy heels. I decided to let my hair loose and my makeup was natural but it still was enough to emphasize my features.

When I arrived downstairs, Jakes and Johnny’s eyes were on me

“Well, if I knew you’d look like that I would have proposed to come with you” Jakes said looking at me and then smirking at Johnny, looking for a reaction.

“Shut up dude” he responded to him “You look beautiful mami” he said smiling at me.

“Thank you, Johnny” I blushed “Ready to go?”  He nodded.

“Have fun lovebirds, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” Jakes said laughing while Johnny flipped him off.

When we arrived at the club, I scanned the place, trying to find Lorenzo. When I spotted him, I dragged Johnny to the bar next to the V.I.P section where him and his friends were sitting. From where we stood, I could see everything that was happening behind me because of the mirrors that were placed behind the bar. Johnny ordered us two drinks and payed the bartender.

“So, what’s the plan here? Should we – “

“Grab my ass” I said cutting him off

“W-what?”

“He’s looking our way, you’re my boyfriend. Act like it” He didn’t waste a second and he grabbed me pulling me closer to him.

I gasped looking up at him “Was that good enough for you mama?” He said his lips resting next to my ear.

“I-I think we can do better, don’t you think?” He chuckled slightly amused.

He wrapped his hands around my neck, looking me dead in the eyes, pushing his lips on mine. I was slightly taken aback by his action, but I went with it. For a moment there, I didn’t think of anything else but him. The kiss was smooth but rough and sensual at the same time. Johnny was a good kisser no doubt about it. My hands rested on his arm while his other hand found my hips pulling me even closer. We pulled apart, both out of breath.

“Was that better? You think we got his attention?” He said smirking, looking down to meet my eyes.

I turned my head to the right, blushing, meeting Lorenzo’s stare. “Yeah, I think we did, he’s definitely looking at us now” I said turning back to face him

“He’s not looking at me” he said “It’s all you sweetheart. I mean every guy in here is practically drooling at the sight of you” he continued licking his lips

“Every guy including you Johnny?” I asked moving my hair to the side, smirking

“Especially me” he answered looking at my lips “I’m making everybody jealous right now if you didn’t notice. Even the bartender is staring at you”

I smiled “Are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe – Is it working?”

“Maybe” He laughed. We spoke for a bit as Johnny finished his drink excusing himself before going to the bathroom.

“Here you go darling” the bartender came to me giving me a drink “From the guy in the booth over there”he said pointing in Lorenzo’s direction. As I turned around, he was already looking at me, so I decided to go over to him. Two guys were standing in front of the booth and Lorenzo tapped their shoulders giving them a sign to let me pass.

“Hi! I just came to say thank you for the drink?”

“Lorenzo” he responded smiling

“Well Lorenzo, you sure know how to get a lady’s attention”

He chuckled “See, I couldn’t help but notice you sitting by yourself over there, empty handed”

“Oh well I’m not really alone, my boyfriend just had to use the bathroom – I should probably go before he comes back, he tends to get jealous” I said biting my lips “Thank you again Lorenzo”

“Wait! I didn’t get your name darling” he said standing up as I was leaving his booth

“(Y/N)”

“Well (Y/N), if you ever get tired of him, I’ll be here next Friday, you’re welcome to join me” He said smirking and looking behind me as Johnny came back to the bar area.

“Thanks for the offer, I’ll think about it” I said winking at him and going back to Johnny, swinging my hips, knowing damn well Lorenzo was still staring.

“Everything good?” He asked putting his hand on my arm.

“I got his attention, he was flirting and even invited me back here next week, so I guess the plan worked” I said shrugging my shoulders taking a sip of my drink.

“Great, so what do you want to do now? You want to go back ho-“

“I wanna dance, come on”I said downing my drink and pulling him to the dancefloor.

He took my hands and turned me around so that my back was against his chest. Both his arms around my waist, he came closer to my ear “You really are beautiful (Y/N)” he said leaving a kiss below it. I smiled as I started to sway my hips against his to the beat of the song that was playing. He followed my every move.

His hands were touching me, and I could feel his breath on my neck. All I could think about was the kiss we shared earlier, I felt so many emotions and all I wanted to do was connect my lips with his again. I turned around facing him. As we continued to move in synch, I put my head in his neck, kissing it slowly, enough to get a reaction.

“Fuck (Y/N), what are you doing?” he said groaning lightly.

“The things I would do to you right now Johnny, you can’t even imagine” I responded gently nibbling on his skin. I felt his hands pulling me closer to him.

“S-Stop playing” I moved my kiss to his jaw slowly reaching the corner of his mouth.

“I’m serious! You think I wasn’t messing around with you when I asked Mike to pretend to be my boyfriend earlier?” I said in between kisses “I just wanted for you to come with me. So, it would give me an excuse to do this” After the words left my mouth, I connected my lips to his.

He pressed me in closer to his body, if that was even possible, deepening the kiss. We were both almost out of breath, but we didn’t want to pull away. The kiss was eager, needy, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as we moved back.

“You want to get out of here” he asked me

“Yeah let’s go” he pulled me by my hand, and we were out before I could even make out what had just happened moments ago.

The minute we arrived back home and saw all the lights were off, Johnny closed the front door, pushing me against the wall as he attacked my neck with his mouth. A soft moan leaving my lips as he chuckled lightly “Shhh baby, we don’t want to wake the others” he said picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and taking me upstairs to his room.

The next morning, I went downstairs to make breakfast for everyone. As they were all sitting at the table talking and waiting for the food to be ready, Johnny walked in the kitchen. He grabbed a glass of orange juice and then proceeded to kiss my shoulder as he walked behind me.

“Good morning baby, slept alright?” he asked me as he sat down with the others. I just smiled at him and finished fixing all the plates.

“So, (Y/N), after what I heard last night, I guess Johnny took his role pretty seriously huh?” Jakes said smirking down at him as I was putting all the food on the table blushing

“Oh my god, shut up man” he answered throwing him a piece of bread while everyone laughed.

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-K

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

[corpsedaydream]

paint wars part 2

OKAY HERE IT IS! PART TWO TO PAINT WARS

if u haven’t read part one, i’ll link it right here

word count: 3k (yikes it’s a long one)

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paint wars part 2

Things had been rough lately.

Real fucking rough.

You missed Corpse so much. You hadn’t spoken to each other since that fight at his apartment and that was fifty-four days ago now, almost two thirds of a season you’d been without him.

“I miss you.” You spoke aloud into the emptiness of your apartment, noting that the time on your phone now said 12:01am. It was officially now day fifty-five without speaking to him.

You swiped away all your notifications on your lock screen, ignoring everything and everyone that was trying to reach you right now so you could look at the person who was ignoring you. You wanted to look at the photo that was still your wallpaper. That first photo you’d ever taken together.

You went to change it on day thirty-eight of not speaking. On night thirty-seven of not speaking you’d gone out with your friends, they’d finally convinced you after a whole month of trying and you got absolutely wasted. So of course you’d called Corpse. But he didn’t answer, not any of the fifteen times you’d called. So that next morning, when you woke up hungover and saw that same lock screen photo and not one response from him, you told yourself you were going to change it. You tried to tell yourself you were angry, but it was just a coping mechanism to ignore the hurt that had been tunnelling through your heart since being without him. You spent an hour scouring tumblr and twitter for some aesthetically pleasing lock screen, but you didn’t save a single one. Nothing could compare to that photo of you and Corpse.

You then started to wonder if he’d listened to any of the voicemails you’d left the night before. You couldn’t remember them exactly, but you knew you definitely left four of them and how badly you wanted to know if the curiosity became too much to bear and he’d listened to them.

And he had.

On night thirty-seven, while you were out drinking, Corpse was in a deep sleep. He hadn’t been sleeping a whole lot lately, so finally, he’d crashed hard that night and slept through the calls you’d made to him. But even though he wasn’t aware of the calls in his sleeping state, you were still present in his dreamland. Every adventure his brain took him on was with you, maybe it was something that kept him asleep, the fact that you were right there in this fantasy. You were talking to him again, he could see your smile, hear your laugh, reach out and grab your hand, he could kiss you again. It was happiness. But then he woke up and he went to reach out for you in his bed, still caught up in the false wonder his dreams had provided him, only to find it was just him and reality slapped him fully awake. You weren’t there with him. You hadn’t been for a number of weeks. He missed you.

On day thirty-eight, when he spotted the missed calls from you on his phone, he cursed himself for being asleep and missing it. But would he had answered had he been awake? He wasn’t sure. So instead, he heard you speak to him for the first time in so long, even if it was through a voicemail you had left in the space of him not answering your calls.

“Oh, fuck- oh my god.”

That was it. That was the first voicemail, there was a lot of background noise but he had heard you so clearly. In your drunken state, you didn’t know what to say, so that’s what you had left with him, until you called back and left another.

"Hi.” You started it simple. He had the phone clutched so tightly in his hand, the device pressed so firmly against his ear, he didn’t want to miss a word. “I- I don’know what to say.” He noticed the slight slur to your words then, you were drunk when you had called. “I’m’a just go.”

You hung up again, but alas, there was another.

“Can I just ask... are you ignoring me?” Your voice was so meek, his chest hurt at the sound of it. He almost went to say no, but this was a one sided conversation, he’d missed the opportunity. “I miss you.” You hung up again, and he had to stop himself from replaying it over and over again to hear you say that you missed him.

But there was one last voice mail.

“I should stop calling, huh?” You sighed and he could picture you with a sad pout, your eyes all droopy with a mix emotion and alcohol. “But, I just want’a talk to you.” You confessed, then he heard another voice call your name in the background before they spoke to you and he listened. “(Y/N)! Here you are, what are you doing? That guys wondering where you are, he’s fucking hot-”

Corpse hung up then, he didn’t want to hear anymore. Jealousy was surging through him as the unwanted images of you with someone else plagued his mind and he threw his phone across his room. Wishing he hadn’t of started listening to those fucking voicemails.

What he didn’t know, though, is how the rest of that last voicemail went.

“I really don’t care.” You’d told your friend at the mention of the guy. Yeah, he was attractive and he was buying you drinks, but you wanted no one except Corpse. “Give me a sec.” You’d told your friend before walking away again, bringing your phone back to your ear to talk to the only person you wanted to talk to right now, even if he wasn’t on the other end of that call. “I hope you didn’t hear that, but if you did, don’t worry it. I’m g’na go home now.” You sighed and looked up at the night sky, there was no shooting star, or really any stars at all because of the light pollution from where you currently were, but you were still wishing that by some magic happenstance, Corpse would pick up his phone and speak to you again. “I wish I was going to yours.”

On day thirty-nine you cried so hard. You thought you had made it past this violently sobbing stage, this was exact state you’d cried yourself to sleep to each night for the first few weeks. Your heart was in so much pain, it was torn apart and you swore only one person had the power to stitch it back together, but he wasn’t there. You hadn’t heard a single thing from him. Were you two still together? Had you broken up? You weren’t even sure. But on day thirty-nine you cried that hard again because Corpse hadn’t responded at all to your calls or voicemails, so you convinced yourself he truly wanted nothing to do with you.

You’d been avoiding searching his name on social media, knowing it would send you into a spiral and you’d overthink every little thing but on day forty-two you’d noticed on twitter that he was playing games live. He wasn’t live himself, but you watched someone’s stream just to hear him again. You cried again doing this, because he was being exceptionally quiet, he wasn’t his normal self, he barely laughed once.

You wished you hadn’t clicked on it. The guilt you felt was already immense, but hearing him so not like himself made you feel even worse for causing all of this. You stopped watching, you couldn’t bear it. You knew you were to blame for all of this, you pushed him too far, you couldn’t believe how stupidly you had acted, you knew better and you did it anyway. The self attacking thoughts kept swirling your mind until you gave yourself a headache.

On day fifty-six of still not talking to each other, you ventured out to the beach with just your best friend. She’d been there for you a lot lately, she also felt bad about that night, but you tried to assured her it was your own fault. She didn’t know Corpse like you did, she didn’t know him at all, that’s why you felt to blame for not stopping the idea before it was too late.

“You should put sunscreen on.” Your best friend told you. You were laying on your towel in the direct sun, enjoying the warmth blasting into your skin, you hadn’t been to the beach in such a long time.

“Yeah.” You answered her, but you knew you weren’t going to. Another time, you would have, you knew the familiar sting of sunburn well and you normally put it on to look after your skin, but you hadn’t really been taking care of yourself too well lately, you just didn’t care enough.

On night fifty-six, you stood in front of your bathroom mirror looking over your body. You’d spent a lot longer at the beach than you realised and now you were burnt so badly and as red as a tomato. “Fuck.” You said out loud, turning and looking over your shoulder to inspect your back, it was just as red. You should’ve worn sunscreen. You left your bathroom to go find your aloe vera plant, only to find that it was dead. “Fuck!” You repeated, the one hope you had to help heal your skin even slightly quickly vanishing. “Oh, fuck. What am I going to do?”

That’s how you found yourself heading towards a 24 hour store to purchase whatever aloe vera cream or gel you could find, you knew it wouldn’t be as good as the plant itself, but you needed something. It was late and you were anxious as you neared the shop, you knew about this place from Corpse, he would often go there at odd hours to get whatever he needed. It was close to his place and you hadn’t driven around this area since that disaster of a night.

You squinted your eyes as you walked in and the harsh fluorescent lights pierced into your eyes after walking in from the night time. You were walking quickly and you told yourself it was because you were embarrassed about your skin being so burnt and you didn’t want anyone to see you like this, but it was really because you were so anxious over the thought of who you could potentially run into in this shop. Your swift steps brought you to the skin care isle and you let your eyes scan the shelves for the aloe vera you so desperately sought out.

“(Y/N)?”

You froze completely and you swore you even felt your heart stop beating. Hearing his voice speak your name again felt like lighting had struck right through you. This couldn’t be real, this had to be your imagination playing some sort of sick joke on you. Slowly, you turned towards the direction his voice had come from and sure enough, there he was. Dressed in all black, a beanie on his head and a mask over the bottom half of his face, your eyes locked with his. There was a pull in your chest, your heart had heard him, too and it wanted so badly to be with him, to be healed by him. You had thought up this scenario a million times over these past fifty-six days, of what would happen had you and him had a run in like this and in every single one you had so much to say, but right now, you were speechless.

Before you had a chance to even try to say anything if you managed to stop being stuck in silence, Corpse spoke again.

“Fucking hell,” He neared you and you sucked in a quick breath at his sudden movement. “Look how burnt you are.” You were wearing tights and an oversized hoodie, so your entire body was covered, but your face was just as burnt and clearly he had noticed. 

This was another aspect that didn’t fit into your scenarios you’d thought up about this moment. You’d imagined you would’ve look amazing. But instead of looking like some beautiful mermaid, you were the same colour as Ariel’s hair from The Little Mermaid. “I know, don’t look at me.” You huffed and dropped your head down, letting your beach waved hair fall around your face.

“You didn’t wear sunscreen?”

“Obviously not.”

“That was silly.”

“I know.”

“Are you sore?”

“Yeah.” It felt so natural to have this back and forth with him. It was brief, but it was enough for your heart to kick back into gear and speed up.

He stayed silent for a prolonged moment so you looked back to his face and his eyes were on your face but it was his turn to glance away then and you took the opportunity to really soak in his side profile. You’d even missed just being able to look at him. 

“Why are you here?” He asked you.

“I need aloe vera and I knew this place would be open.”

“You’re not using your plant?” Butterflies fluttered inside of you that he remembered a simple mundane fact that you preferred the healing touch of the actual plant for sunburn as opposed to what was bought at a store in a bottle.

“It died.”

Corpse suddenly looked back to you and much to your surprise, he laughed.

“Why are you laughing?!”

“How do you kill a succulent?”

“You know I’m not good at gardening and shit like that.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d be able to kill a succulent.” He laughed harder and you started to smile, he was teasing you but it felt so right. And hearing his laughter filled you with a warmth you’d been missing.

“Shut up.” You told him, but you were beginning to laugh too. “It’s hard to keep plants alive.”

“(Y/N), succulents are pretty much impossible to kill.”

“Okay, I get it, I didn’t purposely murder my aloe vera plant.”

“Oh, baby.” The pet name slipped so easily from his lips but it caught you both off guard, so the both of you stopped laughing and your postures stiffened.

Briefly, your eyes met but each of you darted your vision elsewhere. However, neither of you made no effort to move away from one another.

“Sorry.” Corpse said softly.

“It’s okay.” And it was, so okay. You wanted to tell him that hearing him call you baby was all you’d been wanting to hear again over these almost fifty-seven days without him. “I should really get this aloe vera gel on me, though.” You really didn’t want to leave him, but you couldn’t stand in this store forever.

“Are you sunburnt all over?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You sighed

And just as instinctively as the pet name had slipped out, his hands started to move towards the sleeve of your jumper. But he stopped himself when you flinched slightly and he quickly realised what he was doing. “Sorry, can I see?”

“I mean, you can, but I don’t want you to do it because it does really fucking hurt. That’s why I jumped, not because I don’t want you to touch me.” You answered him quickly. “I do want you to touch me- wait, I mean, no.” If your face wasn’t already red from the sunburn, it would have become red then from the blush you could feel forming. And if your skin wasn’t in pain you would have facepalmed yourself. “Sorry.” You apologised then.

“It’s okay.”

Shaking your head, you began to gently slide the sleeve of your big hoodie up.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” Corpse cursed, concern filling him as your skin was practically glowing from the burn it had copped. “You can’t do that to yourself.”

“I know.”

“How long were you at the beach?”

“All day pretty much.”

“You’re that burnt all over?”

“Yeah, I mean, some spots are worse. I think my back and shoulders are probably the worst. They hurt the most.”

He moved to step around you then, disappearing out of your sight as he was now standing behind you. “Can I?”

“Yeah, just be careful.”

And he made sure to keep his movements cautious, he decided on looking from the top, his hands grabbing the neck on the back of your hoodie to pull it back ever so gently so he could inspect. His eyes widened in a combination horror, worry and sympathy. He’d seen you get sunburnt before, but never to this extent. “Oh my fucking god.” The contrast between where the strap of your togs sat over your shoulder, blocking a sliver of your skin from the sun to keep it its natural colour versus the red that was brought from the burn was insane. “It looks like someone has painted you.”

“I mean, I guess the sun did. Just in a really painful way.”

“You’re not planning on going to the beach anytime soon, right?” Corpse carefully released your hoodie then and stepped in front of you once more. Distress was so present on his face, despite most of it being covered. He was so worried about you in this moment.

“Definitely not. The only thing I’m planning on is not going outside in any sunlight until my skin is healed.”

“Living like me.”

“Guess so.”

“My aloe vera plant is alive.” He stated.

“Wow, you’re really just going to flex that right now? Trying to kick me while I’m down.” You joked back, assuming he was teasing you.

“No, I mean...” He trailed off, his eyes struggling to stay on yours as he continued. “You could come over and use it, I know you like the real stuff better and I could help do your back, or wherever you can’t reach.” He was nervous, but he really didn’t have to be.

You could feel it happening, your heart beginning to heal.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Do you want to?”

“Yeah.”