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[shmorp-mcdurgen]

The catalyst

Recovered Black Mesa documents from the experiment, #2 of ____

(Pg. 1)

Stage Two: Resonance Cascade Simulation (RCS)

Section 2: Resonance Cascade Simulation

The Resonance Cascade Simulation (RCS) is a revolutionary advancement in Black Mesa’s incident prevention/preparation technology, where a replica of multiple wings of Black Mesa’s main facility were constructed to give the appearance of the real facility. Here is where the rest of the test will take place, as soon as the simulated Resonance Cascade Catalyst is complete. We hope that this experiment will prepare us in case of a real Resonance Cascade event, and thus can potentially prevent one entirely. 

Dr. Freeman is to be put in the RCS as soon as the Catalyst is complete and he is sufficiently unconscious. It is crucial to place him under anesthesia to not cause alarm as he is moved from the real Black Mesa Facility into the replica. (REMINDER: it is of UTMOST IMPORTANCE that Freeman is to be unaware of the test taking place, as to make this simulation as accurate as possible. Failure to comply with this rule will result in career termination.) It is to be noted that despite the simulated AMS failure being in a controlled environment, there is room for error and potentially even injury in the case of Dr. Freeman being within the chamber as it happens. However we believe the HEV suit will be enough to protect him throughout the process.

To make the RCS even more realistic, we have contained multiple species from multiple expeditions to [CENSORED TEXT] within the testing facility. Though it is to be noted that certain species remain too great of a liability to keep within the same facility as the subject. We hope these specimens will help make the cross-dimensional-travel of anomalies more predictable in the case of a real Resonance Cascade event happening, and more importantly, teaching us how to deal with, and/or dispose of these specimens.

Notes: Freeman is a smart man. Hiding the true nature of this test is for his own good.

Conclusion of section:

Power AMS to 105% to begin simulated AMS failure scenario

Begin RCS

(Pg. 2)

INCIDENT LOG: #40

TIME OF INCIDENT: 10:24 AM, December 13th, 1998

CAUSE OF INCIDENT: Technical Malfunction

PERSON(S) INVOLVED IN INCIDENT: Gordon Freeman

INCIDENT TYPE: Workplace Injury/death

DESCRIPTION OF INCIDENT:

At approximately 10:24 AM MST, a malfunction occurred involving the Anti Mass Spectrometer, where a stray beam struck Dr. Gordon Freeman between the lower Thoracic and Lumbar sections of his spinal cord. Due to this area being primarily the HEV’s visible undersuit rather than an armored section, it proved to not be enough to withstand the entirety of the shock. Freeman Suffered near instantaneous lower body paralysis, along with heart failure. Freeman also underwent convulsions, restricting his ability to remove himself from the situation. When the AMS had reached a state of stabilization, allowing personnel to enter the chamber, they found Freeman unresponsive aside from minor erratic muscle spasms. They found that his lower back was severely damaged, along with the HEV undersuit.

Damage to the HEV suit was minimal, though holes caused by the shock needed to be repaired. The protective cover over the Life Support Module was damaged, and unable to be reattached. However, the Life Support Module is still intact and functioning as expected. 

Freeman appears to be healing despite tremendous damage. The HEV suit took most of the hit, allowing Freeman to heal relatively without problem. Due to the HEV’s extraordinary biomatter repair technology, Freeman’s heartbeat has returned, along with stable brain activity and nervous system control, meaning he is no longer paralyzed. (It is to be noted that he awoke during examination, but was quickly put under anesthesia to prevent further pain, any potential alterations to the test results, and any further mental strain from the resurrection.) 

Planned initial Termination was going to be three (3) hours after the RCS had begun, however due to this horrible oversight from the engineers in the Lambda team, the first test had taken place prematurely. However, Freeman appears to have healed completely from this incident. This is promising.

FOLLOW UP ACTION(S):

Monitor possible HEV malfunctions

Monitor Freeman’s physical health and recovery from this incident

Resume test as initially planned without further delay.

[darkroomkisses]

Blame it on the Alcohol (Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Topper Thornton x Reader)

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON, Drugged sex, Smut, Fem!reader, Dark Rafe Cameron, Dark Topper Thornton, intoxication,Degradation, Underage Drinking/Drug use, Unconscious reader, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Toxic relationship, Sharing, choking, Face fucking, cuckolding, The boys are nasty, Read Tags and Enjoy! 

Words: 2.5k/proofread once!

Summary: You attend a house party with your boyfriend Rafe Cameron, like most nights. After drinking and trying some blow you start to feel uneasy. Rafe tells Topper to help you out. Little do you know the type of “help” Rafe and Topper have planned for you. 

Banner by @straywords 🥀

Part two

You ended up at a party even though you begged Rafe not to take you. You do not know why he was so insistent on you going.  

You wanted to be cuddled up on the couch with Rafe and watch a movie. But no, Rafe said tonight was something he didn't want to miss, so far you couldn’t see why.  

You sat on the couch, arms crossed; Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist. You zoned out of the conversation Rafe was having with his friends after a while.

You reach for your drink and realize the cup is empty, you let out a pout. Rafe notices your expression and smirks, taking the cup out of your hand.  

“Topper, bring us some drinks, make hers special” Rafe holds the cups up and waves it at Topper. Topper gives Rafe a look and mumbles under his breath but gets up.  

“Rafe I could have got my own drink” You cuddle next to Rafe, enjoying a little how he bosses Topper around. “Nah, let him do something for you, he wanted us here tonight” Rafe kisses you on the forehead.

You straighten up at that, why did Topper care if you came tonight? you think, you let it go and Topper returns with your drinks you look in the cup, it is light pink and looks sweet.  

Rafe pushes the cup to your lips “Taste it before you say you don’t like it” You sip it, it's a little too sweet but surprisingly good. “Okay Top, you know how to mix a drink” you compliment him.  

“Yeah, Top has a real career down the at tiki bar” Kelce laughs.

 “I think Topper would look good in a hot red bikini” you joke, cupping your own chest. Rafe and Kelce smirk at your jab. 

“Alright alright relax, I know a thing or two” Topper leans back in his chair his eyes on you, watching every sip you take.  

You look at Rafe who is currently snorting coke. Rafe lets out a hefty sigh leaning back. “Babe, take a bump” Rafe tells you, he’s not asking but you shake your head anyway. “I dunno” you hesitate.  

You feel his hand on the back of your neck, Rafe’s mouth on your ear “Don’t fucking embarrass me”

You force a smile even though you know no one else could hear him. You lean down with Rafe’s hand guiding your head, you snort most of the line there.  

You inhale and cough a little. You’re new to hard drugs never been your thing but being with Rafe, you had to step out of your comfort zone. 

Your nose burns and you don’t like the feeling, but Rafe looks so happy with you.  

“Good girl” Rafe praises you lean back trying focus on your breathing.  

You’re not sure how much time passes; it feels like hours as everything around you starts to slow. You’re almost finished with your drink, your eyes feel heavy.  

“Rafe, I don’t feel so good” your words slurred. You hold on to your boyfriend, he doesn’t seem that concerned.

“Top” Rafe gives Topper a look, telling him without words to come over. 

“Hey y/n, come on” Top picks you up by your waist helping you up.  

“Rafe what-” You try to question, but your voice sounds so far away. 

“Don’t worry, I got you” Topper voice is soft as he guides you away from your boyfriend and up the steps.  

Your feet feel heavy as you are forced up the steps. Topper brings you to a bedroom and shuts the door. 

Its dark and you can only hear your shallow breathing and the muffled music from downstairs.

Topper guides you to the bed and you lay down, happy to lay down on a soft surface. Your swirling head calmed down by the silence for a minute.  

Your eyes are closed, you feel yourself drifting away. The bed dips down and you feel a weight on you.  

“Rafe?” you slur out, forgetting you weren’t in the room with him.

The darkness is making it hard to see the figure on top of you.  

“No baby, it’s Topper” You feel his unfamiliar hands on your body, roaming and touching places they shouldn’t.

You panic “Topper what are you-” The words come out slowly and quiet. Topper shushes you, running his hand down your face.  

“You’re safe with me, don’t worry” Topper says in a low voice, you feel light kisses placed on your neck then your lips.

He kisses you with vigor, his tongue fighting for entrance.  

You try to shake your head telling him you don’t want it, you move your heavy arms to his chest to push him off you, but he doesn’t budge.  

You use your little strength to bit his lip. “Fucking bitch” Topper curses and you feel his hand at your throat. “Don’t try that slick shit again” he squeezes a little.  

You feel your tears trickle to your ears. “Be good for me or else” Topper voice is ice cold. 

You whimper at his words, you don’t want to know what his “or else” means.  

You feel your shirt pushed up, your bare chest exposed to him. 

“Fuck even better than I even better than I imagined” Topper is almost salivating at the sight.

“Topper please” You plead lightly. “You want more huh?” Topper kisses your chest, not understanding your discomfort.

He brings his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it hard.  

He takes his hand to grope your free tit. He’s moans on your tit; you feel the vibration through your body. 

Heat forming between your legs, wetness soaking your panties.  

You try not to focus on the feeling, your eyes are squeezed shut. 

You don’t hear the door open but the voice you hear makes your eyes pop open, Topper stops his movements.  

“See your getting hot and heavy already” Rafe voice is heavy in your ears.  

“Rafe” you whimper trying to sit up, but you can’t move fast enough. 

“Sorry bro, I can't help it, I mean look at her” Topper brings his hand to squeeze your tit softly.

You try to sit up again but you feel like a ton of bricks are keeping you down, and it doesn’t help that Topper is on top of you. 

Rafe strides over to you “Damn dude she looks fucked up, how much of that shit did you give her?” you feel his hands on your face.

“Idk man it must be strong” Topper picks your arm up and it drops back down. 

You feel a little sick listening to their conversation, you struggle to keep up. Did they put something in your drink? Why? Your brain is hurts trying to put it together. 

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Rafe coos in your face.  

You want to yell and scream but it fails to come out. You feel out of control, and you want to leave.  

“Home...I want to go home” you cry out softly. Rafe and Topper ignore you, your pleas falling on deaf ears. 

“Shit Topper, get to it before she passes out” You hate how they talk about you like you’re not even here.  

You feel your heart sink and the tears flow heavily now. Topper pushes your skirt up and pushes your underwear to the side.

His slender fingers brush against your clit and slit, lightning shoots through your body.  

“Shit she’s so wet and fucking tight man, she likes it” Topper says as he feels your wetness on his fingers, stroking you roughly before sticking his fingers in you.  

Your whole-body jolts “always fucking wet bro, barely have to touch her” Rafe sits on the bed behind you, so your head is in his lap.  

He bends over and kisses you on the lips. Topper brings his mouth to your cunt; he’s eats you out slowly moaning into your wetness. 

He puts his hands tight on your thighs holding them apart.  

He lets up only to rip your underwear down and he slides his fingers in you again stretching you out.

He pulls his fingers out and licks his fingers. Topper gets up pulling his pants down his cock his hard and ready. 

You try to back away knowing what coming next and Rafe holds you in place. “Don’t move baby, let him in”  

“No, no!” you whine out. 

“Come on, don’t make me tell you again” Rafe warns you. You don’t move again knowing you can’t get out of this.  

Topper lines himself up, he pushes in a little hitting resistance. “Come on pretty girl, it’s okay” Topper pushes again, your hole stretching a little more.

Topper is already moaning at the feeling of being inside you. When you feel him force himself deeper, you whine at the pain.  

Rafe rubs your face, soothing you lightly. “Fuck man she’s so fucking tight” Topper pulls out of you quickly, just too fuck into again with more force, he bottoms out after a thrust or two.  

You cry out the sudden movement hurting you, this intrusion is too much too bear.  

You feel Rafe shift against you, he moves your head and pulls his pants down, he’s hard. Rafe strokes himself as Topper fucks into you.  

Topper moans and rocks his hips harder against you. “You feel so good, so good” Topper rubs your tits, squeezing hard.  

Your eyes feel heavy again you close them, trying not to focus on the pleasure budding past the pain.  

Rafe gets off the bed standing at the side. Rafe pats your face quickly “Open your mouth baby” he whispers. 

“Show how well you suck my cock” when you don't budge Rafe forces your mouth open, sinking his cock into your mouth.  

“Mm just like that” Rafe moves your head back and forth on his hard cock, he pushes your head against flush against him. 

You can’t breathe properly and your body shakes; you’re so overwhelmed by the feeling of Topper rutting into your core and Rafe fucking your mouth.  

“Yes, fuck yes, she’s squeezing my cock” Topper props up so he’s kneeling, he pushes your knees up.  

“Fucking hell, she's getting tight, I think she’s going to come” You try to fight everything in your body telling you this feels good.  

“Dirty fucking girl, coming from my best friend fucking you, such a little slut” Rafe mocks fucking your mouth harder, he leans in as if he can get further down your throat.  

“Fucking whore” Rafe pants, running his hands through your hair, he makes a fist.  

“Cum, you little slut, I know you want to” You whimper around Rafe’s hard cock, usually you love feeling of him fucking your mouth, but right now you couldn’t enjoy it, not like this.  

You felt betrayed by him and your body in this moment.  

The bubble bursts and you cum around Toppers cock, clenching hard, your hands grasp the bedsheets. You feel like you're floating, you try to ground yourself.  

You moan around Rafe cock, tears soaking the sheets. “Fucking hell, that was so hot baby” Rafe pulls out of your mouth.  

You pant hard, trying to catch your breath.  

“I'm close, I wanna come inside her” Topper moans.

You whimper trying to shake your head. “Nah you had your little fun, pull out” Rafe orders. Topper groans and thrusts in you one more time before pulling out of you, he comes on your stomach.  

You cringe at the hot sticky mess on you. Topper moves to Rafe’s spot on the bed and Rafe moves between your legs.  

Topper strokes himself softly still hard, watching the scene in front of him.

“You’re so good Angel, can’t believe you came for me like that” Topper praises, he spreads the mess he made, further up your body.  

You swat his hand away weakly. “F-fuck you” you spit, barely audible.  

“Fuck she’s feisty even when she’s drugged” Topper laughs quietly.  

“Shut up man” Rafe rolls his eyes. Rafe flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, he pulls you on your knees, so your ass is up.  

He gives it a slap, holding your hips in place so you don’t jerk away from him. 

“We’re not done yet, you’re mine now” Rafe voice is heavy with authority.  

Rafe doesn’t have to prep you since you're still wet from your orgasm, every part of you feels tired. Rafe pushes himself in so smoothly, moaning as your juices coat his heavy cock.  

“So wet and warm for me” Rafe happily sighs out. 

Every thrust is harder and harder, like he is trying to out fuck Topper or something. You feel like you can’t take it anymore, your cunt still sore from Topper.  

“Rafe slow” you beg, your voice is muffled with your face pushed against the mattress. Rafe scoffs, not slowing his pace.

“You’re mine to do whatever the fuck I want with; you hear me?” Rafe snarls.  

He pushes you further into the mattress. “Your pretty holes are for me to fill every night” each word feels like a stab to your gut.  

He’s fucking into your soaking core with such force you feel like you are going to break.  

You wail into the mattress, your cries going unheard. The slapping of hips against your ass is loud in the room.

Topper jerks off hastily and sloppily to the scene in front of him, you hear his breathy moans, clearly enjoying Rafe’s abuse to your cunt.  

“You’re mine, right? My little slut?” Rafe lifts your head up to hear you speak.  

“Yes” your shaky voice barely audible between your cries.  

Rafe pulls out and flips you over and wraps his big hands around your neck, squeezing.  

“I make the decisions here” Rafe’s cock hits you at a certain angle that makes you see stars.  

“If I want you to fuck my friend and come all over his dick, you fucking do it”  

“I know what's best for you, you need me baby” Rafe breathing is shallow, you feel yourself clenching around his cock.  

Topper moans and groans are hard to ignore and are only getting louder in your ears.  

“Rafe” is all you can manage you feel yourself coming again, this time on your boyfriend cock. You moan out, reaching for Rafe to hold onto him, your legs shaking wildly.

“That’s my good girl, come on my fucking cock” you let out a heavy breath, all your energy is used up.

Your mind is slipping, your eyes close as you pass out.  

Rafe holds you close, his face in your neck as he comes inside you, making more of a mess in you. 

He groans into your neck. You don’t move a muscle; Rafe pulls out of you slowly.  

He watches as the mix of both your juices spill out of you. Topper curses as he comes in his hand, panting hard.  

“That shit was incredible Rafe, she’s incredible” Topper pants, still staring at you.  

“Get your own fucking girlfriend Top” Rafe says possessively.

“This” he points at you “was a one time thing” Rafe says, while cleaning himself up with the bedsheets and pulling his pants up.

“I'm just saying man” He puts his hands up in defense “She’s an amazing lay, probably the best I’ve had” Topper says slowly fixing himself up.

Topper and Rafe watch as you sleep, your breathing is slow and shallow.

“Yeah, she sure is, I'm never letting her go” Rafe says definitively.  

“She’s going to be pissed, you know” Topper half laughs not really caring if you’re pissed or not.

“She won’t remember a damn thing”  

“And If she does?” Topper questions rising an eyebrow at the blonde.

“We’ll blame it on the alcohol” Rafe smirks at his best friend running a hand through his hair.  

Rafe haphazardly cleans you off and tucks you in the bed, before leaving you alone to sleep this night off. 

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 68 | Part 69

Lmao nice.

Side note- I know I’ve been more active on Tumblr as of recently, though I haven’t been posting more of this fic. I think I needed that hiatus more than I thought I did. Trying to keep up the posting schedule I had was draining me too much, and I was overwhelmed. So I’m going to do things a little different after this fic. For starters, if you’re not following #starambles, please do if you want to keep up with what I’m writing. That’s my writing tag. I also link everything in my masterlist. I’ll have separate fic tags for each multi-chapter fic, but I will no longer be doing taglists. This does not apply to IISS: I will complete this fic with the taglist it’s amassed. However, I will no longer be adhering to my previous schedule. Instead I will post whenever I’m ready to. It may take a while, but I figure if it’s this or no more IISS, the answer would be this. If you would like to be removed from the taglist, that’s completely fine; just let me know! Also someone please confirm this tagged you in the correct way. Thank you for understanding.

Steve takes stock of himself, smiles a little as he says, “I am, yeah.” He’s a little surprised, but only a little. Eddie’s proven himself great at getting Steve out of his head. “Thank you.”

Eddie gently squeezes his hand. “Wanna stay up here a little longer, before we face the circus downstairs?”

Steve hums. “You can go back down, if you want.”

“You do that a lot.”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“You do that a lot. You put everyone else’s comfort before your own.”

Steve shrugs. “I’m good at going without. I don’t need a lot.”

Eddie leans his head back with a sigh. “I’ve got a feeling going back in time will change that. Now you’ve got me and Alli to tell you when you’re being a self-sacrificing idiot.”

Steve winces. Covers it up with a laugh. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Eddie looks at him, brows furrowed. “What?”

Steve shakes his head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not. Steve.”

Steve tilts his head back, squeezes his eyes shut. “Just. It won’t make sense, in this time, because half of it hasn’t happened yet, but you’ve known Dustin for all of a day and I’m willing to bet you already know how he’d act when I don’t know something he does. And-” he takes a breath. It only stutters a little. “Nancy. It was- she meant it in a sweet way, y’know? But she’d tell me, you’re an idiot, Steve Harrington. And… I know I’m not the smartest. I know there’s obvious things that I miss all the time. And I can only blame so much of it on the concussions, y’know? But at the same time… I’m not actually stupid. Impulsive, maybe, sometimes, but I do have a brain that actually works most of the time. So.” He shrugs. “I dunno. I just don’t like being called an idiot.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry, Stevie.”

“‘S okay. You didn’t know.”

“No, but I should know better than to call people stupid. Wayne would box my ears for that. In fact, I think I’ll go downstairs right now, ask him to remind me.” He makes to get up, but Steve, laughing, pulls him back down.

“Don’t you dare,” Steve chuckles. “I like your ears un-boxed, thank you.”

“Okay,” Eddie agrees. “I’m not gonna call you that again. How’s asshole sound? Self-sacrificing asshole has a nice ring to it.”

Steve collapses in giggles. “I guess if I deserve it.”

“You do,” Eddie promises him, then grumbles to himself. “Trying to get me to go downstairs, I swear.”

Steve giggles some more. “Okay, I get it,” he swears. “I’d like to stay up here for a few more minutes, then we can go back downstairs.”

“Okay.” Eddie grins at him. “I’ve got a couple ideas on how we could spend a few more minutes.”

“Oh?” Steve asks, leaning closer. “And what would that be?”

“I think you know,” Eddie murmurs, close enough to Steve that he’s practically speaking into Steve’s mouth.

Neither of them mind, clearly, because in the next second they’re kissing, Steve’s hands on Eddie’s shoulders for stability, Eddie’s hands gently stroking Steve’s back, up and down, up and down. He moves out a little and grabs at Steve’s hips, and Steve hums into his mouth. Eddie grins into the kiss, so in retaliation Steve twines a hand into Eddie’s hair.

Eddie gently bites Steve’s tongue, and Steve holds in the noise that wants to come out. He gently pulls back instead. “Eddie,” he murmurs. “We should stop.”

Eddie sighs and rests his forehead on Steve’s collarbone. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Steve snorts. “I’m not. I like what we just did. But I also know we should get back downstairs soon.”

Eddie hums in agreement. “Yeah. Lemme just sit here for a minute and think about, like, grandmas with dentures, or something.”

Steve laughs. “That’s probably a good idea,” he admits. He shifts, rests his back against the bed again, sighs. Smiles when Eddie grabs his hand again. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” He pauses, just long enough for Eddie to start to fidget, before finishing with a smile. “Here at the end of all things, Eds.”

Eddie groans and flops over on top of Steve. “And you know Lord of the Rings? Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Fly?” Steve asks, which causes Eddie to laugh.

“Nah,” he says, rolling so his head is pillowed on Steve’s lap. “I think you could just ask gravity not to work and it would let you fly.”

Steve snorts and cards his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “I think you’re biased.”

“I can be biased and right.”

Steve just hums. “Your hair is surprisingly soft.”

Eddie blinks. “Um. Thanks?”

Steve chuckles. “I just mean it’s surprising because of how frizzy it is.

Eddie snickers. “You want to take care of it, don’t you?”

“So bad,” Steve agrees, also laughing. “Your choice, though.”

Eddie smiles. “Maybe once the chaos has calmed down?”

“Sure.” Steve sighs. “Ready to go downstairs?”

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

Steve smiles. “Then let’s go.”

Eddie rolls off of him so Steve can stand. He then offers Eddie a hand up.

“Wait,” Steve requests, right as Eddie’s reaching for the doorknob.

Eddie pulls back, turns to Steve. “Yeah?”

“Kiss first?”

“Kiss always,” Eddie agrees, and happily leans in.

After they pull apart, there’s a knock at the door, and a tentative voice. “Steve? Eddie?”

It’s Dustin.

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[vcnillazelda]

maybe it’s my fault

jasper hale x reader

summary: after a misunderstanding, you leave your current relationship in a messy place

tags: getting back together kinda, musician! reader, school dances, slow dancing <3, human! reader, jasper is kinda stupid but we love him anyway, good friend alice <3, based on <maybe> it’s my fault by willow <33, angst with a happy ending

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jasper was so excited. he was going to hang ot with you today. the two of you had agreed to have a little getaway during the weekend in a secret spot the two of you found. you two had just become established so this was the closest thing to a date the two of you have had. he had your favourite foods and everything. the blonde truly wanted to spoil you.

“i know. he’s so adorable.” he overhears; and jasper freezes. “so you really like him, right? you should totally ditch your plans and go hang out with him.” edward responds. that was weird… you normally barely spoke to edward. was he referring to your date with jasper? his dead heart sinks as he listens closer. “mmm, i dunno.” you sound rather joking. he can hear your heartbeat, it’s pumping fast. “c’mon. it’ll be fun. you two can get to know each other more.” edward advices. “he doesn’t like me like that yet, now shut up. jasper will be here soon.” he furrows his brows, dropping his backpack with a light thud. what were you two talking about? were you cheating on him? jasper can feel the pure adoration in your emotions talking about this mystery person and he wants to scream. taking off, he heads in the opposite direction. so much for that date.

you were so worried. after edward had left, jasper hadn’t turned up at all. you were anxious he might of gotten hurt or had stood you up, you knew he was a little odd but you didn’t think he’d do that. you had blew up his phone, terrified of the worst.

jas??

jaaasssss??

where are you? :(

are you late?

come on silly i miss uuuu

those were left on read; the rest were on delivered.

jas im seriously worried.

are you okay?

did i do something wrong?

im sorry :(

please let me know you’re okay.

i’m so sorry please just let me know if you’re okay

now you were sat up late at 3 am terrified of the worst. had you upset him? did he not love you? was this all a sick joke? was he put up to it? your mind was racing and your heart was hammering. you sob to yourself, slamming your phone down onto your mattress, it bounces and clatters to the floor but you don’t care. curling into a ball, you cry to yourself, clutching your body to attempt to soothe yourself, yet nothing could compare to how jasper held you. sitting up, you snatch your notebook, maybe some songwriting would help you vent.

-

jasper was now sat in alice’s room. she was looking unimpressed. “you seriously think she’s cheating?” she asks, deadpan. “yes! i overheard her and edward and she was talking about someone else.” alice runs a hand over her face. “alice i’m serious!” jasper whines, his heart was aching. “have you spoken to her?” alice asks, looking at him. “no..?” he mutters. alice gives an exasperated expression. “seriously, jasper? you ghosted her? she’s probably worried sick.” his friend scolds, and jasper sighed. “should i go see her..?”

“yes, dummy! go talk to her. if she is cheating, which i doubt, then you can talk about it; find the truth.” alice gestures to her door and jasper sighs. “alright. you’re right. i’ll talk to her.” he mumbles, getting up. “good. don’t come back until you’re back together. i don’t want my favourite couple breaking up.” alice teases, pinching his arm with her sharp nails. “okay, okay.” jasper smiles a little, leaving his friend’s room.

-

jasper slips into your home through an unlocked window. he was hoping you were still here and not somewhere being sad. as soon as he walks upstairs, he can feel your presence. it was sad, overwhelmingly sad. carefully, jasper peers into your room. you’re fast asleep, back turned to him, yet your emotions were devastated. stepping into the room and closing your door, jasper rounds your bed, examining you for any signs of distress. you had dried tears upon your face, and jasper sighs. “oh, sweetheart…” he mutters, cold thumb making your face scrunch up as he wipes them away. he glances down, your song book had fallen from your hand, a mess upon the floor.

curiously, jasper scoops it up carefully.

maybe it’s my fault?

scrap song (probably)

rough idea:

met him at a party, i said he seems nice / every time i think about it i get butterflies / and i done told you we agree that he’s alright / never thought i’d be tripping / over the lost time / i said it was fine, laying down six feet under it’s sublime / should of saw the signs / now we’re in a fight

chorus??:

it’s all on my mind, all on my mind / i try to rewind / and all the while / i’m hurting inside / it’s your fault / maybe it’s my fault?

jasper runs his fingers over the ink, smudging it a little. examining the bottom of the page, he spots a smaller piece of writing.

said i can handle this / that was your one request / said i would be there / be there in your distress / instead you just feel dispensed / i don’t know / if i’m worth forgiving.

jasper sighs, closing the book and looking from it to you. you looked so idyllic, so peaceful. carefully, he places the book upon your bedside table, moving around the bed to lay down with you. his arm curls around your waist and you shuffle a little, exhaling calmly. jasper sighs, resting his forehead to the back of your neck. “you okay?” you mutter softly, and jasper hums. “yeah… are you?” he responds. “i’m alright.” that was a lie, he could feel your sadness. “wanna talk about it?” you ask him, and jasper sighs. “yeah… i uh- i overheard you and edward.” you let out a soft ‘oh’. jasper feels ill. “are you… are you cheating on me?” he adds on, voice tiny. “no..! no, of course not. why would you think that?” you ask, and jasper exhales shakily. “i just- i heard edward telling you to ditch your plans and go with some other guy and you sounded so happy-“ he mutters, choking up. rolling over, you hug him back. jasper clings to you, burying his face into your neck.

“jasper, we were talking about you.” you explain, and he feels incredibly stupid. “what..?” he pulls away. your hand gently cups his cheek. “he was telling me to cancel my plans next week so i could do something for you. it was meant to be a surprise but uh… it seems it’s been spoiled.” you smile sheepishly. jasper exhales with relief, all his negative emotions venting from his body. you smile at him a little and your boyfriend immediately snatches your lips in a kiss. your hand slips into his hair, cradling him close. “i would never cheat on you.” you mutter against his lips. “i know- i know, i’m sorry.” jasper responds, kissing you again.

“i really wanted to surprise you next week. i’ll have to get you some other time.” you joke as the two of you finally pull away. “sorry, sweetheart.” jasper smiles, brushing his nose against yours. “it’s okay. i was planning to take you out to the park late at night like some weird picnic type thing. there was gonna be cheesy music and edward was planning on setting it up.” you explain, jasper laughs softly. “thank you for the thought sweetheart. we can still do it considering our actual date has been… ruined.” you smile sadly, kissing his nose gently. “i dunno, jas. the nights still young.” you suggest, sitting up. jasper follows you. “what are you suggesting?” he asks, smiling at you. “come on.” you stand, tugging his cold hand. jasper huffs out a soft laugh.

you pull him flush to your chest, arms wrapping around him. jasper immediately hugs you back, squeezing slightly. “what are we doing?” he asks, voice quiet. “dancing, silly.” you respond, kissing his shoulder. “i see.” jasper chuckles, leaning his head against yours, swaying with you slowly. “this is much more romantic, if i may say so.” you giggle, squeezing him. “we’re like the modern romeo and juliet.” he muses, and you laugh. “totally, except we won’t die at the end.” jasper smiles. “no?” he humours you, and you hum. “no. we’ll have what they couldn’t have.” his heart almost beats again. “and what would that be?” he mutters, kissing your head softly. “a happy life, together. no more stupid situations where one thinks the other is cheating.” you pinch his side playfully. jasper laughs a little. “i’m sorry.”

the two of you stand in silence, relishing the moment with each other. “i love you.” jasper mumbles, you smile. he can feel pure love and adoration radiating off of you. “i love you too.” you respond, yet he already knows that. “i didn’t mean to pry, but i read your song.” he admits and you gasp, gently slapping his back. “peeper.” you smile into his neck. jasper laughs. “it’s beautiful, but i want to assure you that nothing was your fault. i jumped to conclusions. i shouldn’t of ignored you.” jasper closes his eyes, palm slipping into yours. “thank you..” you mumble, and jasper smiles, kissing your head once more. “your feelings were valid too. i would of reacted the same way.” you add on, and jasper exhales through his nose. “i never thought i’d hate anything more than falling out with you.” jasper huffs out a laugh. “i know.” you giggle, squeezing his hand. “i love you.”

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 04/14/2024

Nerdie, you’re kinda late tonight.

Yeah, it was all taxes this weekend. 😭 Ugh. But it’s done. Let’s not talk about it anymore.

OK…So what’s new?

Back to work after time off. Adjusting and writing. I did watch the Ryan Gosling SNL episode. I laughed so hard.

I did get a manicure and pedicure - 💜 purple hehe!

I did read some fics this week:

1. Something Old by @fhatbhabie (Javi G x plus size female)

2. Sexting by @reallyrallyauthor (Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x You)

3. Enchanted to Meet You by @beskarandblasters (Din Djarin x f reader)

4. Fires at Midnight by @inept-the-magnificent (Lucian Flores x f reader)

5. A Midnight Plea by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)

6. A Galaxy Far Far Away part 6: Halloween at Juniper Cottage - Pick your own pumpkin by @grogusmum (Din Djarin x earthling f reader)

7. I’ll Give You The Moon by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)

8. Mi Santa by @fhatbhabie (Frankie Morales x reader)

I did write some this week 👀 I’m sorry I’m advance. Things ended up dark. 😭 Those are marked with the red.

Back & Nose, Hair and Hat - (Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series)

Her smile was worth it - for the iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0 (Pero Tovar modern AU DARK FIC)

Interlude Two - Tell me about her and Part Seven Merging the Star Clusters - (The Lake between us Series)

Scarlet Stains and their Echoes (DARK FIC) - Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff

Chapter 3: Can we talk for a minute? - This is the Neighborhood Din Series.

This week there were a few things, like the writing challenge 2.0 @iamasaddie put together. We sent in asks, pick a color (I did it to myself, I asked for mob enforcer- where else was the fic to go but dark?) Despite being kinda freaked out at what I wrote (I’ll need to process that later) I like it. I usually don’t do dark fics but given recent themes in my writing it’s there. 👀 So I’ll write it if it pops up in the brain.

And this past weekend (I totally missed but sweethearts @perotovar and @honeyedmiller tagged me in) was the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange. From what I saw, people are writing fics for each other, making gif and moodboards and proving much needed friendship and fun. 😎

I’m sure there are other things. But I dunno what they are. 🤣 I hope everyone enjoys what they’re working on. And if you need to rest, drink some water, dance around, nap, all the things.

This week there will another chapter of Din’s neighborhood, I FINALLY have more Din fluff. Well in the neighborhood and Star Ocean Series. I should have another chapter of Benny and actual fluff post apocalypse. It escaped last week. So we’re bringing it back.

No more Ezra and his gumbo or tanktop 🥺 Part 8 will be up next Sunday. His prose will be no more for now. 🙃

My Frankie miniseries will be almost done. This Friday and the next Friday of my math is right. lol

Special thanks:

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings for finding an excellent pic of Frankie’s back and giving me notes on smut that I chose not to use for now

@connectioneverywhere for letting me talk their thumbs off and putting them to sleep. 🤣

@soft-persephone I see you 👀 Two words: Dem noses. 👃 You know. 😄

@megamindsecretlair You need to write about some curls! Telling me and Softie to write about them. You know which curls. 🤭

@soft-girl-musings Songbird, Cabbie and loud ass Marcello on drums. Why did I half expect him to be playing drums on SNL? 😂 He was wearing a very loud shirt so half credit.

@tinytinymenace it’s always fun seeing your namesake laying and just relaxing. 😎 With a dope poof.

@604to647 I really appreciated your ask and messages this week. 💜

Have a great week everyone! 🥰

Love Nerdie ❤️❤️❤️

[reallylilyreally]

For the Send me a fic of mine and I'll answer...

Since you've already been asked about At Your Heels and Breathe Through the Bruises, how about Nine Mothers' Sons?

ahhhhhhhhh nine mothers' sons, probably my favourite thing i've ever written

My favorite scene

Ooooh. Hmmm. There are a lot of moments in this fic that i ADORE but i think it has to be the ending:

“What was it like,” James asks him.

Brilliant. Terrible. Cold. Boring. Beautiful. 

“Which bit?” Johnny bites back, no snap.

James laughs. “I dunno,” he says, as if he’s aware he’s being an idiot. “What was the best bit?”

“The best bit of being a bomber pilot?” Johnny asks him.

He thinks of the clear, beautiful blue of the sky, open around him like more ocean than you could ever imagine. Thinks of the crackle of flame over the hardstands, the buzz of the bars, the way Benny’s wrist fit perfectly in his palm, the look on Bucky’s face when he played Blue Skies on the saxophone. He thinks of the extra chain next to Solly’s dog tags, Ham’s gold tooth in the dark, Crank’s wooden forts, Buck and Macon doing calculus, Jefferson drawing girls he didn't know, Ev Blakeley coming back from the dead, Johnny Hoerr on his right for twenty flights.

He takes a sip of his whiskey, lets it sit in his mouth for a moment, lets it burn.

“The best bit of being a bomber pilot is the crew,” he says.

I didn't really know where I was going and then I got to "what was it like" and i had this... magic moment? where all of a sudden i knew EXACTLY what i wanted to say and it was like i was possessed by the spirit of John Brady.

Also this:

John Brady kills three men with his bare hands that day, and doesn’t for a moment feel anything like guilt the whole of the rest of his life.

I wrote that and had to take a moment.

Hardest scene to write

Oof. This.

Who's going to protect Bucky from the weight of his grief now? Brady, apparently.

“Alright, Major?” He says, for want of anything better.

Bucky looks up at him, eyes red and startlingly clear for the amount he's presumably drunk. It's barely afternoon.

“Little John,” he says, dredging the snide name all the way up from flight school, and he's only slightly slurring. “Draw the short straw?”

There's a pause where Brady doesn't know what to say, and then Bucky lets out a nasty bark of laughter.

“No, wait, I know why you're here. It's because everyone else is dead, isn't it, Johnny?”

Brady sighs. “C’mon Bucky, time to go.”

Bucky stares at him. “Night's young, Little John.”

“It's the middle of the afternoon. We're flying tomorrow.”

“Lucky us,” Bucky says. He gestures at the publican. “Have a drink with me, Little John, just one, and then I'll come when you call like a good dog.”

Something about the turn of phrase turns Brady's stomach. The way the other man is calling him Little John makes him feel hot and cold and furious and he misses Buck, badly. The publican looks at him with concern, almost a request for direction.

“Two whiskeys,” Brady tells him, and Bucky does that nasty hollow laugh again.

They drink in silence. Bucky is staring into the rows of bottles behind the bar like he's seeing the endless horizon for the first time. At rest, he looks slightly shocked. He's not telling himself a story now, there's no Boys Own Adventure playing today. He's a man with the bottom dropping out of the world.

“I'm so sorry, John,” Brady says, even though he knows better.

Bucky bares his teeth. “Don't make me break your nose, Johnny,” he says. “You've got no fucking idea.”

He's abruptly furious. “Who was in the right hand seat, Bucky?”

Bucky stares at him.

“Who was sitting next to Buck when Our Baby went down? Who was it?”

“Who was it?”

He doesn't really need to hear Brady say it. 

“Benny,” Brady says anyway. “Benny was. So don't you tell me I've got no fucking idea. Might not be quite the same but it's close enough. Finish your god damn whiskey, we're going home.”

Dealing with Bucky's grief in a way that left room for interpretation while still allowing Brady to be really angry at him while also being kind? I felt like I was just flailing around, really.

Favorite character to write in the fic

Johnny Brady is my best girl and I'm not sorry. I love that man.

Favorite dynamic to write in the fic

For the last second string i said Brady/Bucky, and I do love that dynamic, but in this fic I think I'd say Brady/Benny. That steady love and support and acceptance. And of course, holy co-dependency, batman.

Why I chose that title

This was my first time writing a fic with such a strong recurring motif, and I think i was worried people might miss it?? dunno how. but i stuck it in the title just in case.

A fun fact about the fic

I fully imagined Brady and Benny as a totally platonic relationship all the way through this and only got bitten by the bug after.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC confession

Thanks @illarian-rambling here, @mysticstarlightduck here,

Rules: post a scene where someone confesses something - anything!

Tagging @urnumber1star @theelfauthor @katwritesshit @sarahlizziewrites @writeintrees

+ ANYONE ELSE

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Context: Ash and Lexi have been feuding a bit since Ash befriended a girl Lexi associates traumatic memories with. Here's Ash laying out all that's been bothering her recently. It's long, so under the cut.

From The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Ash took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “You were right.” “About?” “Shelby.” I froze—shocked for a second. I wanted to say something snotty, like oh, you just make friends with someone, and dump them whenever you get bored of them? But instead, I could only say, “What?” “Okay, what happened to you in first grade might’ve happened to me last Friday?” I blinked. “Huh?” “I was at Shelby’s, it was going great, but then it got weird.” “Weird how?” “Weird… I dunno, just weird, and I kinda got the creeps, and I bolted.” “Bolted?” “Yeah, I ran outta the house.” “That bad?” “Yeah, that’s why I’m guessing you repressed it.” I looked down at the floor, allowing my unbraided hair to fall over my face as I pondered. I didn’t remember first grade, and I barely remembered Shelby. Maybe that creepy thing did happen to me, and that’s why I hated Shelby. “In case you’re wondering, she’s uninvited.” “What?” I looked back up. “To my birthday party,” Ash confirmed. “But… you’re not.” “I’m not?” “You’ve been my friend forever. I want you there.” The corner of my mouth twitched. “Thanks.” “And, uh, there’s something else.” “Yeah?” “I need to get something off my chest.” She leaned against the wall. “What?” Ash sighed. “My mom and Frank had a falling out.” “They did?” I asked, having met her jerk stepdad before. “Yeah,” said Ash. “I dunno what happened, but it happened, and I was sent into a daze.” She swallowed. “They’re getting a divorce.” I didn’t respond. But she continued. “I’ve been living with Dad and Mary. And my mom. And Hannah and Mikey, too. Obviously. And Frank’s probably gonna get some custody of Mikey.” I’d been to her dad and stepmom’s house. It was relatively small, but it had three bedrooms. And now, six people were living there. Three adults, nonetheless. “I’m sorry to hear all of that,” I said softly. “But I think it will work out. Your mom and Mary get along. And Frank was rude, so maybe it’s good he’s out of at least most of your life.” “I guess so.” Ash closed her eyes, sighing. “Thanks. I missed your optimism.” I couldn’t help but smile softly. “I’ve been feeling… I dunno, weird lately. And I just needed to escape, I guess.” “That’s why you went to Shelby?” “I dunno what was happening with Shelby,” said Ash. “Maybe all the stuff happening made me listen to her more. But… she felt genuine. Like she actually cared about me and what I wanted.” “What about me?” I asked, more harshly than I intended. Ash flinched, I cringed. “I’m sorry, go on.” “She reached out to me,” Ash continued. “I dunno how she figured out something was going on at home, but she did. And… because she kept talking to me and made me forget about all the drama at home…” she shrugged. “You didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t feel like talking about it then. Shelby just… coaxed it outta me somehow. And then you got mad, and because I’d become so open with Shelby, she made me madder at you—” “About that,” I said, “I was a jerk. Even if that creepy thing did happen to me, I don’t remember it. I shouldn’t’ve been so against it.” “But you were right.” “The problem is that I was right! I acted like a selfish jerk… and I was right. I should feel better, right? I won, but it doesn’t feel like a win.” I sighed roughly. “Maybe we were both wrong.” “So,” said Ash after an awkward moment of silence, “we’re friends again.” I looked her in her eyes. I smirked a bit. “Friends. Not again. Always.” Ash scoffed, rolling those bright green eyes. “Don’t be such a sap, Lex.” I laughed as we walked back into the locker room.

[gaym0m]

So I FUCKEN hate spiders. Like I’ll set myself in fire before dealing with one. That being said, here’s what I think Ellie, Deadite!Ellie, and Beth would do for their s/o who’s afraid of spiders cause there’s one in the corner of my room and I know it’s waiting for me to sleep which now I can’t. 

Warning: some cuss words. Spiders. Deadite Ellie attempting to eat the spider. Pre established relationships even with Deadite Ellie, to where they definitely kiss here and there. Uhh I dunno what else to be honest, lemme know if you find something I should tag, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but I’m too gay so sorry if there’s anything I missed 😭

Ellie:

Personally, I always Yelp/make a loud noise. Not really scream but like a wtf if wtf was a noise not a phrase so let’s say Ellie’s s/o did that.

Quickly she’d probably make her way into the room, not quite worried but definitely curious as to what that noise was.

Locking eyes on her s/o, who (if they are anything like me) would be standing in the opposite corner to the spider. Eyes wide open, non blinking and just staring daggers into the eight legged monster on the corner of the room.

One perfect eyebrow raised, Ellie would probably look up to try to see what’s so glare worthy however she didn’t have her glasses so she couldn’t see it too well.

Slowly she took a step towards the corner with the spider only for her s/o to jump and pull her back(can you tell this is super indulgent and self insert?)

“Nonononono! There’s a monster!” Of course whisper yell because what if the monster can understand them.

Cue the silent and confused staring from Ellie.

“Spider! There’s a fucken spider!” More whisper yelling, more panicked now.

Cue more silent staring, more of a ‘are you— serious?’ Now.

Followed by that tired motherly sigh.

Followed by yet another motherly (heroic if you ask me) act of Ellie (tall ass who can reach the corner of the ceiling) taking a shoe to the monster and killing it.

Immediate relief floods her s/o before she’s jumped on and kissed on every inch of her face s/o could reach.

“All that for a spider? Huh might have to kill them more.” Flustered Ellie, flustered (happy) s/o and thankfully dead spider.

Deadite!Ellie

Honestly, I’m not a pro with Deadite writing but with so many decomposing bodies and other stuff— there’s definitely spiders crawling around.

Granted, at that point s/o probably has bigger issues to deal with (like the possessed Ellie trying so hard to get her hands on them).

However every self help book states that when your life is in disarray or out of control, take into control what you can and ignore the rest.

Of course self help books are bullshit and in no way help with a possessed girlfriend and a spider/animal infested apartment building.

S/o is probably just hiding somewhere, praying Deadite!Ellie would get bored or give up or something literally anything except continue to run her nails down the wood of the door that stood between the two.

Somehow, an eight legged monster standing a few feet from s/o’s feet was more scary than the Deadite standing outside the door.

With a sudden burst of energy, s/o ran out the door as if the devil himself had cussed her out.

Deadite Ellie immediately turned to her, excitement making her dead blue eyes light up like Christmas lights.

However she realized something was wrong, normally her precious s/o would tease her for much longer than this, and as soon as they made it behind a door they would rarely (if ever) come out willingly.

Especially with Ellie still there.

Ellie stared at her s/o, the urge to pounce was so strong yet her curiosity stood stronger.

Her rotten head turned towards the bathroom, not finding a single thing wrong— at least in her head.

Then her precious made a noise, a noise that drover her crazy (as if she wasn’t crazy enough) but it also made her decomposing blood boil.

Because the noise wasn’t for her, but for a. . . a—

Growling, Ellie struggled to remember the name of her current rival.

Instead of dwelling on it, she reached for the creature. Picking it up and waving it around as if to try and tease some of the most lovely noises from her s/o.

Unfortunately her s/o was frozen, unable to move and unable to even whimper.

Growing annoyed quickly, Ellie lifted the monster towards her lips, ready to eat the disgusting creature.

“ELLIE BIXLER I SWEAR IF YOU EAT THAT ILL NEVER COME BACK—“

. . . S/o and Ellie had no idea they could scream so loudly— it actually stung the Deadlites ears.

Almost like a kicked puppy, Ellie pulled the spider from her face and stared at her s/o as if waiting for instructions.

“P-please just crush it and . . . And toss it in the trash or something just don’t eat it and keep it away from me.”

Happily Ellie did as told, probably (definitely) expecting some reward.

She may have gotten some kisses… your choice.

Beth

From the start, Beth had tried to been a total badass in-front of her s/o.

It was like she was trying to make them fall for her, not really realizing how smitten they already were for her.

It had been a random night, they had just finished a show and had returned to their hotel room.

They’re had been playfully giggles, jokes and kisses here and there as they got ready to sleep for the fun day they had planned.

However, all the happiness crashed down on s/o when they noticed a spider in the corner of the bed.

Covering their mouth as too avoid a scream too loud, s/o let out a muffed scream.

Beth immediately made her way out of the bathroom and into the room, her pocket knife in hand (talk about wanna be).

“What’s wrong?”

“Spider!”

Blink blink . . .

“What?”

“SPIDER! KILL IT.”

For a second, Beth felt her face drain of blood.

Ellie always killed the spiders for her— but independence meant killing the spiders yourself

Or in this case for her s/o

So with trembling hands, Beth took a deep breath and grabbed one of her heavy boots and with a quick movement she—

MISSED?!

THE SPIDER IS RUNNING ON THE WALL

CUE BOTH BETH AND S/O SCREAMING

“KILL IT KILL IT.”

“I CANT. IM SCARED.”

Beth has never been able to make a shrilled scream, until that exact moment.

Between all the panic, the spider got away

There wasn’t really a thought process. Both s/o and Beth just grabbed their bags and speed to the other band members room.

In the end they forced the guys to switch rooms with them and slept clinging to each-other and taking turns to check for spiders.

I hope y’all liked this, started it last night and finished it during my work break 😂 lemme know if this is good or if I should do 2nd person instead.

[sweeterthanthis]

I feel like if any one had a tickle kink, it would be Lee. He loves to hold his girl down and run his rough fingers down her ribs until he finds that sweet spot and presses until she's crying and gasping for air. All her squirming around reminds him of how she looks when she takes his cock 😵‍💫💞

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: You hate it when he's late home but he always knows exactly how to fix that.

Warnings: Teasing, dunno if I'd call this a tickle kink but there's definitely tickling lol, heavy petting, petnames (sugar, babylove), fluff, implied smut, still 18+.

Word Count: 300ish

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"Stop it," you grumble, wrist deep in soapy water as you try to dodge his attempts to nuzzle his face against your throat. "I'm mad at you. You can't win me round today."

You hate it when he's late. Especially on weekends. The cherry crumble you made this afternoon sits on the table, the cream soaked and curdled on top of the sweet treat.

"How many times I gotta tell ya, sugar?" he mutters against your skin. "Sometimes I ain't gonna be home on time an' it can't be helped. You really gonna give me a hard time over this today?"

His fingers dip beneath the hem of your sweater, his touch rough and warm against your sensitive skin. You wiggle your hips, trying to free yourself of the gentle caresses.

"Lee, stop it." He knows exactly what he's doing, knows how to make you forget your gripes and distract you from your disappointment. One particular swipe of his thumb against your ribcage has your breath hitching. "Lee! Stop!"

"Nuh uh, babylove. Not 'til you gimme one a'those giggles I love so much." You're trapped between his body and the sink in front of you, hand dropping the dishcloth into the water when he drags his fingernails softly down over the curve of your waist.

"Lee," you whine, his hips pressing against your rear. You can't stop yourself from winding your own back against him, a grin threatening to form on your lips when he pinches softly at the sensitive flesh at your hip.

"You miss me, sugar? 'Cause I sure as shit missed you today."

He loves to tease you like this, loves seeing you shake and shiver. So it's no surprise when ten minutes later, he's got you pinned to the couch beneath him, your skirt ruched up around your waist and his hands teasing up and down your ribcage.

"Lee, fuck, stop it. C-can't stand it when you touch me - ah! - like this." He chuckles against your cotton covered breast, teeth nipping at you through the thin material.

"Not 'til you sing for me. C'mon, now." One rough palm glides up your inner thigh, the fingers on his left hand tickling up toward your armpit.

"No!" You shriek through a giddy giggle, your legs kicking out beneath him. "Lee, no! Please, anything but that!"

"There it is. There's that song I love." You giggle again, a shriek emitting from your throat when his hand peels away the seat of your underwear; pussy wet and clenching in anticipation. "I wanna hear it s'more. Let's see how loud we can get it today, hm?"

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[jonathan-samuel-smith]

Reaching The Other Side - a JonDami fanfic

Tags: Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Damian Wayne, Childhood Sweethearts, One Shot, established relationship

Word count: 875

Day 1 of @jonkentweek!

I had a thought one night, what if Damian and Jon were dating before Jon got aged up, how would that change his return?

Read On AO3 OR on Tumblr under the cut!

"Hey Dami? How long do you think you'll love me for?" Jon said, asking a rather mature question for an eleven year old boy. They were both very mature children, forced into being that way. Like Damian only let himself be childish around Jon, Jon only let himself act mature in front of Damian.

"I don't think I could stop if I wanted to." Damian said. Other people would be dismissive or worried, but not Damian. Damian took anything Jon wanted to give him.

"Then… forever?" Jon asked, fidgeting with the blanket on his lap.

"If you'll have me." Damian said, his face blank; a tell he had that showed how much he feared rejection.

"I will! I don't think you could do anything that would make me love you any less. Isn't that a scary thought?"

"I feel the same."

Damian and Jon were laying toe to head opposite each other on the twin loft bed, though they had both propped themselves up to look one another in the eye. Jon's eyes were shining with moonlight. Plastic stars glowed overhead. Sometimes in meditation Damian would visit this place, and moments like these. Times he felt safe, for once.

"Does it scare you?"

Damian shook his head. "You're not scary, Jon."

"Well neither are you! I just… I dunno… I don't think I've ever felt that before. I'd follow you anywhere. Places that scare me alone don't seem so bad with you. But I don't know where you'll take me, and I might get lost…"

Damian grabbed Jon's hand. "I'll find you. Always. I promise."

"I believe you."

+-+

Jon used to love how big space was. From before he knew he was an alien, he wanted to visit the stars. When he actually got to… well, it was kind of ironic he'd ever wanted to go in the first place, considering.

He missed Damian. Like, a lot. Jor-el had told him that he was a man by kryptonian standards, had promised him answers to questions there really is no answer to, but that we all look for as self aware beings. And Jon wanted to grow up faster, because he worried that Damian would notice how much more immature he was and leave him behind. He should've listened when they said to be careful what you wished for.

Jor El was crazy, and wouldn't let him go home.

Two years since he'd last seen his boyfriend. What was he doing right now? Was he looking for him? By now missing home, family, Damian, Kathy, was a constant companion. Jon wondered if Damian had moved on. He didn't seem the type, but it had been a long time, and they were young. Damian would be sixteen.

Jon didn't know if it was fair or just but he decided he would be mad at Damian if he wasn't looking, if he found someone else. Getting mad at Damian was something he'd been good at, once upon a time.

-+-

When the wormhole took him, he thought he'd come home. But that hope was dashed on the igneous rocks in the volcanic prison Ultraman kept him in. By now, Jon was sure of it; nobody would come for him. He'd have to find his way home on his own.

He broke out of the volcano, riding an eruption. He hid from Ultraman, doing the right thing when he could. He snuck into the crime syndicate headquarters. And then his grandfather found him. It wasn't a happy reunion.

But he got home. He saw his parents first, because he needed his dad's help. His dad needed his help. He got invited to live in the future. And he still hadn't seen Damian!

On the way to the Manor, he saw a huge blue explosion. He saw Damian nearby with his telescopic vision.

"I thought that explosion might be you."

Damian whipped around when the unfamiliar voice spoke his name. "Who-"

"It's me, Damian. It's real. Take it in."

Damian shook his head and threw a batarang. It bounced off ineffectually. Jon had a deep scar on his cheek. Damian's eyes caught on it. "Wwwwhhhat happened?!"

"It's a long story."

"Gold Kryptonite? Kryptonian puberty?"

"No. Why does everyone ask that? I went to space, it took me years to get back, I'm back, and I'm going to hug you now."

"No! Do not hug me."

"Too late." Jon said as he engulfed Robin in his arms. And well, Jon still hugged like he used to, just bigger.

"You're so tall!" Damian flipped out of his hold. "No. No! You can't be taller and older! This is a trick! You're leviathan!"

"OR, I went to space, it took me years to get back, I'm back!"

Damian's face crumpled. "Did you– miss me?"

"Only all the time."

"You made it back to me, Habibi. You did that. Be proud of yourself."

"Heh, thanks…"

"How old are you now?"

"I lost track of time for a while, but I think I'm about seventeen."

Damian sighed. "Our age gap is reversed, then. It could be worse."

"Ever practical, Damian."

"Speaking of practical, I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

"Not even for the bathroom?"

Damian gave Jon an unimpressed glare.

[arcade-chaos]

Promptober 1: Sugar

Decided to do one of these for the first time!

Sun x Reader x Moon, 1448 words, they/them/Y/N for reader, forehead kiss is the most romantic it gets :3 enjoy!

“Yo Y/N!” One of the teens barked from across the employee lounge, despite the smallness of the space. 

“What are you hooligans up to?” They hummed, eyeing the cup they were all gathered around wearily. They didn’t know how they ended up being so popular with the young crowd- though it was probably because they were the least likely to yell at them for mistakes, and offer them rides home, and comp their food if they forgot their wallets- okay ya maybe they did know. 

“Wanna try some battery acid?” 

“What.” Kyle looked up with a wide grin, gesturing to the acidic green ooze in the cup.

“Battery acid!” 

“That clarifies nothing.” 

“Okay so-” ohhh boy “you get a monster-”

“Green apple-” 

“And a bunch of sour candy-”

“And some nerds!”

“And some nerds, and you mix it all together!” 

“... Is the point to throw up or something?” He shrugged, slipping one of the extra sour worms into his mouth.

“I dunno, I saw it on tiktok. Wanna try?”

“Are you making me the guinea pig? Who else has tried it?” None of them raised their hands. 

“... I’ll give you 20 bucks if you slam at least half of it.” Rachael piped up suddenly. The promise of a free lunch made the cup look no less rancid.

“40.” They bickered for a moment, each digging through their wallets until a pile of bills was on the table. With a sigh they poured half of it into a new cup grimacing at the chunks of gummy worms and undissolved nerds that splashed into the bottom. “Chunks too?” They all nodded. 

Swallowing their pride, and the sour pang in the back of their throat, they slammed it back. They got a few gulps before coughing, pulling away to cringe at the taste coating their mouth.

“Fucking hell-” 

“Language-” One of them teased, pointing to the daycare badge that hung around their neck.

Y/N stuck their tongue out and swallowed the rest, crunching the last few bits with a disgusted grimace. They grabbed the bills and quickly stuffed them in their pockets before running over to the sink to stick their head under. 

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever done. And I went to college.” The teens snickered, now shoving the other cup amongst themselves to goad the others into a sip. “I gotta go work now. Don’t let Gwen sniff that or she might actually keel over from a sugar rush.” They waved goodbye and half heartedly hummed affirmations, now more interested in Lilly’s cautious sniffing of the cup. 

The walk to the daycare was uneventful, though their stomach swam with quiet threats. 

“Hh…” The daycare was loud, kids running amok as the daycare attendant and the morning shift struggled to keep them contained. 

“Oh thank god-” Stacy wheezed, buckling over the desk as three kids screamed by.

“That bad huh?” 

“Tiny terrors.” She hissed, putting on a false smile as Sun squinted at her. “Todd got into the slime and started hitting kids with it, Rene is missing her blanket, and for the life of me I cannot find Freddy’s toy dog anywhere!” They nodded and glanced up towards the structures, noting a little brown paw poking out near the top of the structure.

“Ya Paula likes to chuck it up there. I’ll get it for you, you can go if you want.”

“Really?” She tried to hide the excitement in her eyes. “I mean it's a mess-”

“Eh, I can deal.” Their blood was rushing fast, glancing around at all the kids. They could keep up, it would be fine. 

“Thanks!” They hardly noticed as she grabbed her coat and high tailed it, instead focusing on Sun who was comforting one of the kids. He glanced at them with a nod as they ran up the structure, grabbing the foot of the toy before jumping back. 

“Mr. Sun!! L/N climbed on the playplace!!” Kennedy cried, nearly getting knocked over by some kids who they hoped were just playing tag. 

“Thank you Kennedy! I told them it was okay, just this once!” Sun sung, sighing in relief as they handed the dog over to the sobbing boy. 

“There there friend! See, he’s okay!” Freddy’s sobs quieted down as he held his toy tight, glaring at Paula who sat in timeout with a few other kids. 

“Why don’t you see if Roger wants to play house?” They suggested softly, pushing him towards the quieter area of the daycare. Sun huffed as soon as he was out of sight, glancing over his domain nervously. 

“You okay Sunny?” He whined and nodded, tapping his foot against the ground. 

“Naughty kids, too many little hands today. So so happy you’re here though Starshine! Sorry I didn’t get to say hello!” They shrugged, bouncing on their toes as he glanced at them with a hum.

“What?”

“You’re… bouncier than normal.” He commented, following them as they headed towards the open area in front of the desk. 

“I feel pretty good today, that’s all.” Sun nodded slowly, cut off by another scream from across the daycare. 

“Be right back!” He barked, taking off through the maze of kids and toys. Instead of settling by the desk they walked, darting around kids and checking over the areas where Sunny couldn’t be. Most of the kids were calmer as the day went on, leaving them restless and bouncy. By the time they crossed paths with Sun again all the kids were either drawing or playing with some of the calmer toys, though a few were looping around the slide.

“Sunshine?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re shaking.” They paused, glancing at their hands. They were stuffed with craft supplies, and notably trembling. 

“Oh.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay? What did you have for breakfast?”

“Just a leftover sandwich… I slept well too before Moon butts in.” Sun snorted, pulling the bucket away from them gently.

“Maybe you should go sit until nap time hmm? I’ll call if I need you.” It was clear from his body language there was no argument to be had, so they trudged back to the desk. While they were there they could at least do some paperwork. 

None of it held their attention for long enough, soon there were half filled out forms and scratched up lists littering the desk. They snapped up as the lights dimmed, startled Sun hadn’t called them to help the kids.

“Shh…” Someone pushed them back down into the chair, Moon’s hands rubbing little circles into their shoulders. “Relax.”

“Don’t you want help with the kids?”

“I want you to rest, starlight.” He hummed, placing a water bottle from god knows where on the desk. “I’ll be back in a few.” The lack of light soothed their pulsing temples, aided by some pain meds someone had stashed in the locked cabinet. They could hear Moon’s voice across the way, soothing the kids to sleep with one of the many princess story books. Their stomach growled as they glanced at the clock- almost time for lunch. The door creaked open as Rachael snuck in, eyeing the scene as they made it to the desk. 

“Hey, here to relieve you. I’m sure you’re probably feeling sick by now.” She whispered, squinting into the darkness to find a familiar set of red eyes. 

“Thanks.” 

“Now why,” Moon started, snorting as she yelped away from where he had snuck up “would starlight be feeling sick hmmm?”

“Uhh-”

“Moon, play nice.” Most of the staff was weary of him, but the teens were usually the least jumpy. They were more likely to tease him in all honesty.

“Hmm.” He mulled over the idea, tapping his faceplate as he squinted at her.

“I um, I may have made them drink battery acid?”

“You didn’t make me-” they ignored the way Moon jerked, waving his concerns away. “It’s just some energy drink thing they were making-”

“I did bribe you into it though-”

“Well I said yes-”

“Still, I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry Moon.” Moon squinted as she shuffled, eyes down. Y/N not to subtly gestured to her, raising their eyebrows as the night attendant shifted.

“... Apology accepted.” He grumbled, clearly not too into it. She smiled anyways, taking over their chair as Moon walked them to the door. 

“I’ll come back and eat with you if you’d like.” They offered, noting the way he hovered close.

“... Please.” He mumbled, knocking his faceplate into their shoulder. “And then you rest. You’re gonna crash.” They hummed and toyed with the end of his hat, swaying as he looped his arms around their waist. 

“Okay.” They pressed their lips to his forehead before backing away, glancing at the desk where Rachael was clearly trying not to oogle. “Be nice for me, nightlight.” His face rotated as he clung to the door, covering his face with his hat.

“Only for you.”

[magicshopaholic]

Movie Night (Hoseok x OC)

Summary: Hoseok hosts movie night, but finds he can’t concentrate with all the flirting.

Pairing: Hoseok x OC

Genre: Humour, unreolved issues, hints of angst

Word count: 5.8 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Alcohol, spoilers for the movie Get Out!

A/N: Took me a while but my favourite children are back :') Contains one of the first scenes of theirs I ever envisioned. This fic takes place approximately four months after Double Take, about a week after Stranger Things. Can't wait to hear what you guys think <3

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @dreaming-with-happiness @xjoonchildx @tarahardcore, @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: “should i stay or should i go” by the clash

hoseok masterlist | main masterlist

A phone call wakes Chanyeol up before his alarm does.

Clearing his throat as his eyes stay shut, he fumbles for his phone on the hotel bedside table and answers it. “Hello?”

“Hey, what’s up? Listen, you’re coming over today, right?” Hoseok asks, without waiting for a response to his first question.

It takes Chanyeol a couple of seconds to process these many words. “What?”

“Today,” repeats his best friend patiently. “You’re coming over?”

“Uh - yeah.” He frowns, rubbing at his eyes. “Why?” 

“Just checking.”

“No, why as in, why are you calling and not texting?”

“I did text you, but I didn’t hear back.”

“Yeah, because it’s -“ Chanyeol moves the phone away from his ear to squint at the screen “- eight in the morning on a Saturday. Dude, what are you even doing up?”

“Dance practice,” supplies Hoseok. “Anyway, I wanted to check with you…” There’s a pause while his voice trails away, sounding uncertain.

Chanyeol frowns, brain still fuzzy. “I know your address. You texted it to me.”

“No, I know…” Hoseok clears his throat. “I was wondering if I should invite your sister.”

No part of that sentence makes sense to Chanyeol in this context. “My sister?”

��Yeah… wait, you know she’s in Seoul, right?”

He scoffs, sitting up slightly now and wincing as he straightens his back. “She let me in on it, yeah. I was going to have lunch with her today. How do you know she’s in Seoul?” Something occurs to him then. “Wait, did she call you or something?”

“No, I ran into her a couple months ago.”

“Where?”

“The - the grocery store. Anyway, my point is,” he continues quickly, “now that I know she’s here - and you’re here - should I invite her?”

“Um, I dunno. It’s your house, man.”

“Right.”

When Hoseok says nothing else, Chanyeol frowns. “Since when do you hang out with my sister, anyway?”

“Since never. It’s just, you know, polite. Since I ran into her and everything,” he explains. “And because you’re her brother. I mean, you have lunch with her and then leave to come over to my place when she knows I’m here - and she knows that I know she’s here -“ Hoseok exhales, and Chanyeol can practically see him pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

“You know, she’s not going to care,” says Chanyeol slowly. “She probably has plans already.”

“Oh. How - how do you know?”

“Because she’s had plans every single weekend since she turned sixteen.” He has no idea where this conversation is going. “But like I said: it’s your house. You do whatever you want.”

“Yeah.” Hoseok is quiet for a moment, and Chanyeol can tell he hasn’t heard a single word. “Alright, cool,” he says after a few seconds. “I’ll see you later today. Bring beer. And about Chaeyoung - you’re probably right.”

“Sure I am,” yawns Chanyeol, already sinking back into bed.

“Yeah, like, it would be polite to call her but if she’s got plans - I mean, I wouldn’t want to put her out -“

“Exactly,” he mumbles against his pillow.

“Maybe if you were moving to Seoul or something - but let’s not overthink this too much…”

The next thing Chanyeol knows, he wakes up to the sun streaming brightly into his room and his phone still in his hand. He vaguely remembers speaking to Hoseok; just to check that he hasn’t missed something important, he brings the phone up and checks his notifications to see one message from his best friend.

You know what? Just text me her number.

—

Hoseok ends up giving Chanyeol a lift to his house, when it turns out that the latter’s hotel is less than ten minutes away from the studio. 

“- heard that I couldn’t sleep so they gave me - and get this - specialty foam pillows, because apparently that’s a thing now -“

Hoseok guffaws as he pulls into his building. “Did they help? Like, should I get a bunch for my house?”

“I mean, they were soft,” allows Chanyeol.

“That’s what made them special?”

“No, they had some weird vibrator thing inside.” When Hoseok raises his eyebrows, Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t like that, dumbass.”

“Hey, I believe you. No wonder you didn’t get my texts.”

“That and the jet lag,” allows Chanyeol, unstrapping himself as the car switches off. “But I’m all well-rested now.”

“Good. I invited a couple of my friends over, too. That’s cool, right?”

“Sure. Like I said: I got my sleep and I’m ready to, like -” He makes a vague gesture with his hands and moves his neck around “- party.” When Hoseok snorts, Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “Knock it off, not all of us are professional idols.”

“There’s an unprofessional kind?” Hoseok chortles at his own joke while his best friend clicks his tongue, punching his shoulder as they enter the apartment. “Beer’s in the fridge. I have soju and vodka, too, if you want it.”

“Vodka? It’s four pm.”

“Yeah, but you’re ready to party.”

“Not if it’s a party of one,” disagrees Chanyeol, making his way over to the fridge and emerging with a can of Budweiser. “I’ll wait for your friends before I start getting shitfaced. Or I’ll wait until it gets dark,” he adds, shrugging.

“Uh, yeah, about that,” says Hoseok slowly, leaning sideways against the TV cabinet as Chanyeol settles on the couch, “I invited your sister.”

To his surprise, Chanyeol chuckles. “Yeah, she told me. She was even more surprised than I was.”

“She - oh.” He frowns. “Okay. Why?” When his best friend simply raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, okay, I know why, but… do you think it’s that weird that I did? I mean, I ran into someone from my childhood and then her brother comes over to my house a couple months later - wouldn’t it be rude not to call her?”

Chanyeol seems to think it over before sighing. “You know, you’re right? And if it were anyone else, I’m sure none of us would give it a second thought.”

“But she was the annoying kid that lived next door,” finishes Hoseok, rolling his eyes. “That was, like, a hundred years ago. I’m over it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she is, too. I mean, she is coming, after all.”

“Huh.” It hadn’t occurred to Hoseok until this moment that he was worried at all that she wouldn’t. But there’s a strange sort of relief at the confirmation from Chanyeol himself, that somewhere out there, his best friend’s sister isn’t mad at him anymore.

Hoseok hadn’t given Chaeyoung much thought since he’d run into her at the liquor store; not because he didn’t care, but because the majority of his mind space in those few months had been at the studio, and the rest on rehearsals. Still, it had been nice to see her - a blast from his past that, he’d realised only later, was a pleasant reminder of the families he missed so much.

It hadn’t even occurred to him to mention the chance meeting to Chanyeol. An insane part of him felt like he was helping her hide something; the fact that she was in Seoul, and in a liquor store no less, was far too incongruous for him to wrap his mind around. Chanyeol, he felt, would probably burst a blood vessel if he knew. 

Besides, Chanyeol had been in Tokyo for the last two years, working for an investment bank that sucked the very life and soul out of him; the last thing he needed was to worry about his sister. Hoseok hadn’t considered reaching out to her again, though, not until Chanyeol mentioned he was visiting Seoul and Hoseok had remembered with a jolt that he’d been a horrible friend for not looking out for little Chaeyoung while her brother was overseas. 

So, it seemed only natural that he should invite Chaeyoung as well. Just the image of both siblings at lunch, the younger one mentioning how she’d run into Hoseok months ago, Chanyeol’s confusion at why they’d never spoken again, him coming over and demanding an explanation, Hoseok stuttering about his busy schedule, Chanyeol shouting tearfully that he’d betrayed him on every level, a vase smashing somewhere -

No, it was better that he invited her before things escalated. After all, she’d been perfectly pleasant at the liquor store and there was nothing to say that, given time, they might not become good acquaintances themselves. He’d called Jimin and Jungkook over for this exact reason; he figured Chaeyoung might be more comfortable with people closer to her own age. Taehyung had been invited as well but he’d declined, and given recent events, Hoseok hadn’t pushed. 

Jimin and Jungkook arrive soon. There’s some initial whispering in the hall, where Jimin mutters with exasperation that he hadn’t quite tried to bring Taehyung along, and Jungkook anxiously asks Hoseok if Chanyeol is “nice”.

“Just - get in there,” instructs Hoseok, steering them into the living room where Chanyeol is sitting on the edge of the couch, talking into his phone. He raises a hand in greeting and apologetically mouths “sorry”, leaving Hoseok to watch as his band members dive for his alcohol stash.

Introductions take place after that; there’s a bit of small talk that follows it, about work, about Tokyo, about what Hoseok hyung was like before Bangtan. Hoseok doesn’t know if he’s imagining it, but there’s a definite awkwardness in the air that seems to be stemming from nothing in particular. He tries his best to intervene and bring the topic to something as neutral as possible, but eventually he’s forced to admit that idols and investment bankers may not have much in common at all.

Chanyeol, for all his talent, has always been a bit of an introvert, enough that he looks for others to usually lead a conversation - indeed, Hoseok had always been his consummate extroverted friend. Jimin he can tell is trying to be as normal and welcoming as possible, but something seems to be troubling him. Hoseok makes a mental note to ask him about it. On the other corner of the couch, Jungkook sits quietly, eyes wide and curious as he takes in the awkward conversation and chuckles appropriately.

This goes on for nearly twenty minutes. Now under pressure to turn this evening around, Hoseok is just about to propose selecting the movie when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” he says, standing up with a flourish and striding halfway across the living room while the others are still turning their heads. Hurrying into the hall, he turns automatically to glance into the ornate mirror by the door and runs a hand through his hair to flatten it, when he stops. It occurs to him all of a sudden who might be on the other side of that door and before he can think about it, he ruffles his hair and turns to open the lock.

“Hey,” says Kang Chaeyoung, a handbag hanging from one forearm and a wine bottle in the other hand. On her head is a beret, a navy blue one that matches perfectly with the blouse under her white jacket. She frowns and cocks her head to the side, apparently at the low voices from inside. “Sorry… am I late?”

“No, not at all,” he replies, stepping aside to let her in. A faint scent of perfume wafts up as she enters, unzipping her boots in the corner. 

“Oh, uh - this is for you.” She hands him the bottle. “It’s a Chardonnay,” she explains, “but a nice, fruity one.”

Hoseok waits for her to continue but when she doesn’t, he nods once. “Wow. Um, you - you didn’t have to bring this,” he says, recalling how Jimin and Jungkook had strolled in, comfortably empty-handed, and Chanyeol had been punching him in the shoulder when he’d arrived.

Chaeyoung frowns. “Isn’t that what people do? Bring wine when they go to someone else’s house?”

Yeah, adults do. But he doesn’t say it, still reeling from the fact that every interaction he’s now had with her in Seoul has been in the midst of alcohol. He can’t help but wonder if she’s too young to be frequenting this much booze, but Chaeyoung snaps him out of that train of thought.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Hoseok looks up at her, now with her hands folded across her chest. He shakes his head immediately. “No, of course you didn’t. This was very nice of you,” he says sincerely, holding up the bottle. “Thanks.”

She returns his smile tentatively and follows him as they head inside. In the living room, the scene seems to be just as bleak as it had been two minutes ago, until Chanyeol and Jungkook spot the new guest. 

“Everyone, this is -”

“Hi, I’m Chaeyoung,” she says brightly, making Hoseok’s attempt at an introduction moot. Jungkook, who’s already stood up, bows and stutters his name as well. Behind him, Jimin stands up and flashes her a sparkling smile. 

“Hi, I’m Jimin. Hyung, you didn’t say someone else would be joining us as well,” he says, turning to Hoseok.

He narrows his eyes. “Didn’t I? My mistake,” he says, shrugging, for the truth is that he had no way of knowing if Chaeyoung would actually turn up. “Chae - I mean, Chaeyoung is Chan’s sister.”

“Really?” Jungkook’s head whips between both siblings as Chaeyoung takes a seat on the armchair next to him. “How much - I mean, what’s your age gap?”

“Four years,” supplies Chanyeol. “It’s started to seem like less, though, lately. No?”

She chuckles, taking off her jacket. “Only to you, oppa.”

“You two actually look quite similar,” remarks Jimin. “Except you’re…” He trails off as he looks at Chaeyoung and scrunches his face, clearly embarrassed. “You have longer hair,” he finishes.

“I’m going to keep this inside,” pipes up Hoseok then, holding up the wine. “Anyone want anything? Chae?”

Chaeyoung considers this, therefore missing the interested looks that Jimin and Jungkook give Hoseok. “I’ll have wine,” she decides. Jungkook asks if he can have another beer, and Hoseok silently nods and heads into the kitchen.

As he begins gathering the drinks, uncorking the wine and bustling around with the cans of beer in the fridge, he hears a burst of laughter from the living room that makes him freeze. He frowns, terribly confused, for until five minutes ago it looked like it would take something groundbreaking to liven the evening.

Hoseok tiptoes across the kitchen and slowly peers into the living room, afraid to breathe lest he ruin the mood. It occurs to him that he might be being rather dramatic, but it’s only because out of all the things that could have livened up the evening, Chaeyoung hadn’t been his bet.

“Here’s your drink.” He hands it to her a minute later, feeling his face flush unexpectedly when she smiles and takes the glass from him.

“So all three of you were friends when you were younger?” Jimin asks, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs.

“These two were,” answers Chaeyoung, pointing at Chanyeol and Hoseok.

“So were you,” says her brother, being, in Hoseok’s opinion, quite generous.

She gives him a look. “Was I? Really think about it, oppa.”

Chanyeol simply smiles bashfully while Jungkook nods beside her. “My brother never used to let me hang out with his friends either,” he says knowingly. 

“We let you hang out with us,” disagrees Hoseok, somewhat uncertain. “I mean, not all the time,” he allows, “but once in a while. Right?”

Chaeyoung shrugs easily. “Eh, it’s not important,” she says dismissively, waving a hand. “We got a life eventually,” she chuckles, glancing at Jungkook who grins.

“Should we pick the movie?” Hoseok asks abruptly, clapping his hands and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. He opens Netflix and hands the remote to Chanyeol, who begins flipping through the menu.

“We’re watching horror, yes?” He asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Ah, I love horror,” agrees Jungkook, snorting at Jimin’s doubtful expression.

“I don’t mind horror,” says Chaeyoung, positioning herself comfortably and facing the television. She leans over to pick up a handful of chips from the bowl on the coffee table as she looks at the screen. “Oh, not Train To Busan, though. Seen it too many times.”

“Yeah, no, we’ll look for something else…”

“We can watch Godzilla,” suggests Jimin hopefully.

“It’s supposed to be scary, hyung…”

“It is scary! Jin hyung got scared watching it, too.”

“Everything scares Jin hyung,” says Jungkook dismissively. “Oh, we can watch Get Out! I haven’t seen it since it came out.”

“Me neither,” says Chaeyoung, nodding. “A classic. Has everyone here seen it, though?”

“Yup,” says Chanyeol.

“I haven’t,” mutters Jimin. He turns to Hoseok beside him on the couch. “You haven’t seen it either, have you?”

“Er… no.” Hoseok frowns, scrolling through his phone. Nothing about a horror movie sounds like fun to him, but he’s ready to give it a shot if everyone else wants to. “It’s just… are we sure we want to watch it? I mean, Chaeyoung,” he says, watching her as she turns to look at him curiously. “Don’t you… not like horror movies? I was just reading about it and -”

“You what?” Her jaws drops open and she huffs. “You read about it? Oppa, you just ruined it for yourself!”

“No! I didn’t - I didn’t read the movie. I just read, like, the synopsis,” he explains hurriedly, ignoring how she rolls her eyes. “And it seems really scary.”

“Oh, don’t worry, hyung,” chimes Jungkook, shaking his head reassuringly. “It’s not any blood and gore or anything. It’s just… you know. Slow and…” He frowns deeply, trying to think of the right words to express the exact type of horror in this film.

“Slow, unsettling and debilitating fear throughout,” supplies Chaeyoung, her amusement clear.

Hoseok nods, not trusting himself to speak. “Oh. That’s - that’s… just fantastic. But, um… I thought you didn’t like horror movies.”

She frowns. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the last time we all watched a scary movie together, you ran out of the theater crying and locked yourself in the women’s bathroom,” he points out. “You didn’t come out until your dad threatened to take away your toy jewellery box.”

Chaeyoung gasps, her eyes unfocused as she apparently tries to remember. “Wait, you mean when we watched The Host? Oppa, I was nine.”

“Yes, and that kind of experience can traumatise a child,” he says wisely.

“Maybe, but I’m not one of them.” She gives him a look. “Are you sure you want to watch this movie?”

The answer is a resounding no, and it’s a testament to how much he hates horror movies that even a girl who’s only ever been in the peripheries of his life, knows this. 

Still, his response is to give her a look. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because even though I cried and ran away and what have you,” she begins, resting her elbow on the arm of her chair to lean towards him, “I also remember you jumping so hard you spilled your popcorn all over the ground.”

Hoseok feels himself flush again as Jimin lets out a tinkling laugh. “That’s pretty on-brand for Hoseok hyung.”

“Really?”

“I just meant -”

“Dude, we watched that Japanese horror movie and made it,” points out Chanyeol. “Get Out really isn’t that bad.”

“Exactly; even Jimin hyung won’t get that scared in this one -”

“I’m not the one who -”

“Okay, fine,” interrupts Hoseok loudly. “I wasn’t actually complaining about the movie. I was just… being mindful pf my guests.” He gives Chaeyoung a sideways glance.

She raises her eyebrows. “Who, me? I’m good.”

“Fine.”

“Yep.”

There’s a pause before Chanyeol speaks. “So are we watching the movie or what?”

“I’m good with whatever the host wants.”

“And I’m good with whatever my guests want.”

“How does that answer my question?”

“Just press play,” Hoseok sits back on the sofa and hopes he isn’t coming off as too disgruntled. Next to him, Chanyeol chuckles and obliges, looking terribly amused. “Shut up,” he mutters, leading his friend to let out a laugh that he immediately disguises as a cough.

The movie begins and the group descends into a state of cautious concentration. Despite the lights not being dimmed out, Hoseok can start to feel the stress of having to make it through a scary movie. He really doesn’t like them; he hoped his point of contention had been hint enough to Chaeyoung, but apparently he wasn’t clear enough - or, true to form, she did what she wanted to get what she wanted, and everyone else followed suit.

When the first jump scare occurs, he squeezes his eyes shut, wishing more than anything that Seokjin were here…

Think about something else, anything else. He tries to recall dance practice this morning. Everyone had picked up the steps by now and their choreography was finally coming together. Namjoon still needed to work on the counts in the first chorus, though, and Taehyung was missing the same beat in the bridge every time. Jungkook was excellent as usual, but even he needed to regulate his energy to save it for the dance break… 

A sound pulls him out of this focused train of thought. It’s persistent, and sounds a lot like whispering. Turning slightly, he glances past Jimin to see Jungkook on the other corner of the sofa, his head tilted towards Chaeyoung’s as they point at the screen and murmur. Hoseok can’t make out what they’re saying, but spots Jungkook smiling slightly and nodding.

It gives Hoseok a bad feeling. The two of them whispering to each other about the movie only reminds him that he hasn’t seen it, meaning he has no idea how much more terrifying it’s going to get. Besides, now that he’s noticed the whispering, all he can hear is the whispering. It’s vaguely distracting, and he wonders why Chanyeol isn’t telling her to cut it out.

It doesn’t seem as though he’s noticed, though. Neither, for that matter, has Jimin.

“Hyung?”

Hoseok jumps a little. “What?” he mutters, turning to Jimin and trying to ignore how his heart feels like it’s about to detach from his chest. 

“Can I get another drink?”

“You know where the beer is,” whispers Hoseok. “Help yourself.”

“Okay. You want anything?” 

“Get me a seltzer.”

Jimin nods, then turns to Jungkook on his other side. “Oi. Do you want another drink?”

Jungkook seems to consider it, then nods. “Another beer? Thanks, hyung. Oh, wait!” He leans over conspiratorially to Chaeyoung. “Do you want another drink?”

From her spot on the armchair, she nods immediately. “I can have another glass.” She picks up a piece of popcorn and throws it at her brother, seated across the room in the other armchair. “Oppa,” she whispers loudly, “you want a drink?”

“Beer,” he answers instantly, before tapping Hoseok’s shoulder. “Oi, Hoseok. Do you want -”

“Good Lord,” groans Hoseok, rolling his eyes. “You know what? Why don’t we have an intermission? We can all refresh our drinks, too.”

“Good idea,” says Chanyeol to his immense relief, pausing the movie. “Washroom is…”

“Inside, to the left.”

As his friend disappears inside, the whispering transforms into full blown chatter, this time about the movie.

“I don’t trust the dad,” says Jimin instantly, looking rather troubled.

“Just the dad?” Chaeyoung asks, tilting her head.

Jimin gives her mock-annoyed look, making her laugh, while Jungkook shrugs. “I love movies where you can’t trust anyone.” He turns to Hoseok. “Hyung, are you liking the movie?”

“Oh, yeah, you haven’t seen it before,” remembers Chaeyoung. “So who’s creeping you out more? The dad or the mom? Or the gardener?”

Hoseok resists the urge to say everyone when it occurs to him that he has no idea what’s transpired in the last twenty minutes of the movie entirely. But before three expectant faces, he bites his lip. “The, uh… the maid. Definitely.”

“Oh, good one. Yeah, she’s suspicious as hell…”

“Who, the mom?” Chanyeol asks as he returns and takes his original seat, a brand new beer can in his hands already. “She’s the best.”

“The best?” Jimin asks, a little incredulous.

“You know what I mean. She’s the most exciting one.”

“But, hyung, she’s also the most dangerous…”

Chaeyoung stands up and goes to the kitchen with her empty glass as the conversation continues. Hoseok listens quietly, feeling lighter than before at the sight of his friends conversing more freely with each other. Even Jungkook seems to be coming out of his shell, a reasonably unusual occurrence when he meets new people.

Which reminds him.

Hoseok excuses himself and heads to the kitchen as well, where he sees Chaeyoung peering at his bottles of soju, her refilled wine glass balancing between her fingers. She turns when he enters, giving him a brief smile before going back to examining the label she was reading.

“Hey - so, I just wanted to check in,” he says after a moment, leaning awkwardly against the doorframe. For some reason, he’s suddenly very aware of how lanky he is, feeling as though he’s all joints and bones. “Hope, uh, hope my friends are being nice to you?”

“Oh, yeah, they’re great,” she replies easily, turning momentarily again and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Right, right. And… you’re not uncomfortable or anything?”

“Um, no. Not at all.” She frowns. “Why?”

“No, just -” He shakes his head and winces. “You’re the only girl here and… I dunno. You sure they aren’t being, like… fresh with you?”

Chaeyoung turns and stares. “Not really, dad.”

Hoseok ignores this. “Okay. I only ask because I saw you and Jungkook talking through most of the movie. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t being weird.”

Her forehead clears somewhat. “Oh, no. He was just being nice. He’s quite sweet, really.”

“He’s - okay. Thought I sensed, like. A vibe.”

“Don’t worry about it. Jimin’s more my type, anyway,” she adds casually after a moment, her gaze still on the soju.

“Huh. What?” 

Chaeyoung turns around and blinks. “What?”

“He’s your type?” The words are out of Hoseok’s mouth before he can stop them. “What, uh, what do you mean by that?”

She frowns. “Um… nothing, really. He just seems more outgoing, that’s all.”

“Okay. Because when people say someone’s their type, they usually mean it in the context of…” But the word doesn’t come to him. “Well, in a different context.”

“Well, I meant it in the context that in terms of personality, I tend to get along with Jimins more than Jungkooks.” She looks confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all.” A moment passes. “It just looked like you were getting along well with Jungkook, too.”

“I was���” If it’s possible, Chaeyoung looks even more confused than Hoseok feels. “Seriously, what - what did I do?” She asks this, not defensively, but with a bit of a sigh, as though this was to be expected.

“Nothing. Really.” He shakes his head. “Sorry, I’m just… I don’t host very often,” he explains lamely. “But I’m glad you’re getting along with them, I guess.”

She watches him for a moment before replying, as though waiting to see if he’ll say anything else. “Okay, then. They’re being very nice. So… you can chill.”

“I - hey. I’m chill. Alright?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m chill. Cool. Whatever. I’m totally - I’m frigid.”

Chaeyoung stares at him, lips pursed, while Hoseok finds himself wishing he was still watching that terrifying horror movie over having this conversation. Before either of them can say anything, though, Chanyeol enters the kitchen. 

“Hey, I was looking for a bottle opener…?” He looks up to see both occupants of the kitchen, as though just realising who they are. “What’s up?”

Hoseok takes a beat as Chaeyoung simply shakes her head and turns back to the soju. He shrugs. “Nothing. Just catching up.”

Chanyeol raises his eyebrows. “You two?” he asks incredulously, being far too obvious in Hoseok’s opinion. 

He deliberately doesn’t look in his sister’s direction as he responds. “Yeah. I was making sure she found a drink and… and she was telling me how she’d like to date Jimin.”

Chaeyoung’s head whips around. “What?” Her eyes dart to Chanyeol. “I wasn’t -” She breaks off and exhales through her nose, glaring at Hoseok. “Dude, what the hell?”

“Me? You’re the one who said he was your type,” he counters. “I didn’t even ask; you volunteered that information all by yourself.”

“Yes, and by saying he’s my type, I’m virtually humping him,” she snaps, making both men groan instantly.

“Don’t say hump!”

“Jeez, Chae, what is the matter with you?”

She glares at them, jaw dropping. “Okay, you’re both really weird right now. And you -” She rounds on Hoseok. “You are raining on my parade.”

“What parade is that exactly?”

“My - like, my social life. I was just being nice to your friends -”

“Okay, you know what? As your - your older brother’s friend, I’m going to give you some advice about -”

“I don’t need your advice! And - don’t you point your beer at me!”

“I’ll point -”

“Okay, whoa! Time out!” Chanyeol exclaims, taking a step forward and holding up his hands. “Come on, guys.”

Both Hoseok and Chaeyoung fall silent. While she simply folds her arms across her chest and conspicuously shifts her gaze to Chanyeol, Hoseok glares at her for a moment before rolling his eyes and glancing at his best friend.

Chanyeol waits for a moment. “Okay,” he says slowly. “Now which one’s Jimin again?”

Chaeyoung huffs. “Alright, I’m going to go back to the living room before I scream,” she says in a low voice, manoeuvring around both men and stalking out of the kitchen.

Hoseok sighs and shakes his head. “God, I forgot how much of a nightmare this can be,” he mutters, as they follow her at a slower pace.

“Yeah, don’t you just love it when ten years pass and nothing changes?” Chanyeol responds sarcastically, falling into his arm chair as the movie resumes. For the rest of the movie, no one says a word. Hoseok can’t be sure, but he thinks Jimin and Jungkook may have caught on to at least something, but he can’t worry about that now.

Part of him knows he needs to clear the air with Chaeyoung, if for no other reason than the fact that he doesn’t want to continue behaving like a sniping teenager. It’s not her fault that she finds a way each time to wheedle her way into his life, be it on the school bus with his classmates or in his apartment with his group members. He, Hoseok, had invited her here and if Chaeyoung can’t help but be so… so Chaeyoung, he at least can rise to the occasion and be a little more patient. 

“Whoa,” says Jimin in wonder as the credits begin rolling. “I did not see that coming. What a movie.”

“You didn’t get as scared as I expected you to,” remarks Jungkook thoughtfully. “Neither did Hoseok hyung, actually,” he adds, sounding almost disappointed.

Hoseok hyung didn’t, it’s true, but it’s only because he spent the last hour of the movie thinking of the various ways in which he can clear the air with a certain acquaintance from his past. “Show me something scarier next time, kid,” he suggests instead.

To his horror, Jungkook grins, while Chanyeol chuckles. “That is not a challenge he needed, mate. Anyway, I think I should head.”

“Already?” Jungkook checks his phone for the time. “It’s barely nine.”

“I have an early flight tomorrow,” he replies apologetically, standing up and stretching. “But text me the link to that YouTube video when you find it.”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Cool. Chae, come on, I’ll drop you on the way.”

As Jimin and Jungkook begin debating whether they should head back, Hoseok notices Chaeyoung nodding and putting on her jacket, eyes on the floor. There’s a bit of bustling as everyone gets ready to leave and moves collectively towards the hall to put on their shoes. Chanyeol gets a call and steps into the corridor to take it, and Hoseok takes the opportunity to get his sister alone for a moment.

“Hey.”

Startled, Chaeyoung gasps a little when she hears his voice. “Uh - hey.”

“Listen, I…” This is harder than he anticipated. “Sorry about… before.”

She nods slowly, pausing before speaking. “Did I do something wrong, though?”

“No,” he says immediately. “I just got a little…” Again, he can’t think of the word. He tries it differently. “You’re the kid I grew up with. I didn’t realise it, but I guess I still see you as the eleven year old who insisted she was old enough to go-kart with us. I mean,” he adds with a little chuckle, “don’t you kind of still see me as the fifteen year old kid who used to hang out with your brother?”

She seems to consider it before shaking her head. “Not really.”

It’s not the answer he was expecting, but he nods. “Fair enough. That’s on me, I guess.”

“You know,” she says after a moment, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket, “I hope you don’t feel an obligation to keep in touch just because we ran into each other accidentally. I mean, Seoul is a big city. I can understand if you don’t want…” She trails off, and he senses the air shift slightly.

He frowns, not understanding it. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you to come.”

She narrows her eyes at him, but more knowingly than snidely. “You invited me because I’m Chan’s sister.”

A part of Hoseok, an old, fading part fueled by only memories and habit and nothing else, is glad she knows this. It feels shameful to admit it, though, and he wonders for a moment if she’s waiting for him to confirm it. Before he can respond, however, Jimin and Jungkook arrive behind him and step in between them to head out.

“We have to go, hyung,” says Jimin while Jungkook waves to Chaeyoung. “Yoongi hyung asked us to pick up coffee on the way and the place will close soon.”

“Yeah, and there’s some international package with the guards at the dorm,” adds Jungkook, shrugging. “There’s no one at home so we need to sign for it.”

“We’ll be on time for practice tomorrow, though!”

Hoseok waves them away as they hop into the elevator. At the other end of the corridor, Chanyeol looks like he’s wrapping up his call. Chaeyoung seems to notice this, too, and turns to leave when Hoseok stops her.

“Chae, look,” he begins nervously. “Whatever may have been my reason to invite you… I’m glad you came,” he says honestly. “It was good to see you again.”

She looks for a moment as though she doesn’t believe him. But then her mouth curves into a small, playful smile. “Even though I still think Jimin is my type?”

Hoseok nods, the smile frozen on his face. “Yeah, this was a nice moment. Let’s not ruin it.”

Chaeyoung’s shoulders deflate slightly but she still looks more upbeat than before. “Alright,” she says, taking a step backwards. “Goodnight, oppa.”

“Goodnight, Chaeyoung.”

—

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The cosmos/Force in "human" form; she lives many lives and holds many jobs, but mainly is a Fixer. She has her own little network of "friends" and knows how to use them.

Points of interest:

If she's not wearing a helmet/hood/glasses, her eyes. Or her fangs when she talks/smiles. Or the occasional unmasking and showing a lil more neurodivergent traits. Unless you're close friends/family or I write it, assume she speaks in a Coruscanti/Core World accent. Force sensitive muses can somewhat sense her too, but depends on the Era.

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Linear time-wise (so 600+ years after her birth), she returned after a walkabout. But since I'm not exactly a linear timed blog I am not sure how to answer this.

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The Devil's In The Details (But You Got a Friend in Me)- Part 5

Pairing: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Chapter Summary: Jey returns in time for the Draft and his and Jimmy's rematch against the Brawling Brutes.

Took me ages, but I've got an update for this one :)

Thank you a million times to @elementaldoughnut12 for the prompt that turned into this fic <3

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This fic is explicit and this part contains: Masturbation, Phone Sex and canon typical violence.

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Jey enters the arena the next day in a foul mood. The Draft was announced and scheduled while he was away for the same night as their rematch with the Brawling Brutes, and it feels like just another way for Roman to manipulate him and his family.

Roman has the influence to keep them all on Smackdown together, but he also has the influence to separate him and his brother. And after the displeasures the Tribal Chief expressed, Jey is full of anxiety for himself and his brother’s futures if they don’t get the tag team titles back.

He’s gotten a string of messages from Sami since he departed from his hotel for the American Bank Center, but it hasn’t done much to assuage his anxieties or lift his spirits. It’s not even been a full day and he’d give anything to see Sami’s smile in person again, and part of him is terrified of how these feelings have taken over his entire life.

Jey checks in and receives the directions to their private locker room, already unnerved that the instructions hadn’t been sent to him in advance by Paul, but he could chalk that up to having been on vacation. He passes several others on the roster, but keeps to himself for the most part, only nodding and giving a small wave to Xavier and Kofi.

He enters the locker room to find Jimmy there alone. They certainly aren’t as inseparable now as adults as they’d been as children, but something in Jey just feels right at the sight of his twin, especially having been apart for a week.

“Ey, Uce, what’s up?” Jey cuts him off, enveloping Jimmy into a bear hug, holding onto him tightly and not letting go for a while. “Damn dude, you good?” Jimmy chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

Jey nods, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, uh, just missed ya Uce, that’s all.”

Jimmy grins, “Makes sense, don’ know how you was gon’ have fun on that vacation without me, huh? Even wit’ seein’ Sami.” Jey feels a pang in his chest at the mention of the man he loves. “How’s he doin’ anyway?”

“Uh, he’s good. Just doin’ PT and stuff, you know?” Jey wants to tell his brother about their week and all the things they did together, though maybe not everything. He’s not used to hiding things from Jimmy, not big things like this.

Jimmy meanwhile is shoving a protein bar into his mouth. “Mmhmm,” He garbles. “I bet. Fuckin’ hated that when my knee was busted. Shit hurts and then they got you on the treadmill like that? No thanks.”

“Yeah,” Jey tries to change the subject, just to keep himself from spilling the beans. He’s not ready to do this tonight. “What’d I miss?”

“Well this draft for one, ‘cause we ain’t been through enough right now.”

“No shit,” Jey agrees.

“Big Uce still pissed at us I think, at least I ain’t heard word from him since you left and that ain’t usually good news.”

“And Solo?”

Jimmy shrugs, “I dunno, Uce. He been ‘bout the same, quiet n’ stuff.” He cracks open a bottle of water. “Can’t figure him out.”

“Where he at tonight?”

“Beats me,” Jimmy shakes his head. “Wiseman took him off somewhere, man. Tryin’ not to think about that, keep our eyes on the prize for this rematch tonight.”

Jey sees red just thinking about the Brutes. “We gon’ get those titles back, dawg. And once we do m’gonna bury that fucker Holland.” His hands shake as they curl into fists.

As usual Jimmy misses nothing, “Ey, calm down bruh. We gon’ take care of ‘em like you said. No worries.”

The conversation lulls and it’s quiet for the moment, Jey staring down at the floor.

“What you think Big Uce gon’ do if we don’t win?”

Jimmy stands, clapping a hand onto Jey’s shoulder reassuringly. “Can’t be thinking like that, Jey. We ain’t gotta worry about that cause we gon’ whoop those guys no problem. We gon’ have the titles back and everythin’ gon’ be how it was before.”

Jey hears Sami’s words in his head, that even if things go back to how they were it still isn’t a good place for them, that Roman won’t be happy no matter how many accolades the Bloodline has.

He’s not ready for that conversation with his twin either, not with this amount of pressure on them to deliver tonight. He nods slowly, “You right,”

“Course I’m right, Uce! Now let’s go watch this draft with the rest of these suckers to see their faces when we get picked first!” Jimmy heads out the door with a spring in his step, and it’s doing nothing for the dread sitting heavy in Jey’s stomach.

He gets an alert on his phone, another text from Sami.

Hope everything’s going well<3 I’ll be watching, got a pizza coming for the occasion lol 6:45pm

Jey laughs in spite of himself.

Bet it ain’t as good as good as my food tho 6:46pm

Course not- gotta save those frozen meals and ration them lol 6:48pm

Can’t have you wasting away, baby 6:49pm

He hesitates for a moment staring at the screen before he hits the emoji button and sends a solitary red heart. It shouldn’t send his heart rate up just sending one little text message, but it feels like a big step.

Jey goes to throw his phone into his bag to go join Jimmy when it goes off again, the screen showing an identical heart back from Sami. Jey smiles, feeling just a little bit of the weight he’s carrying on his shoulders vanish.

He’s not in this alone anymore.

—

Most of the smackdown roster is gathered together backstage watching the live feed. Even they don’t really have the clearest picture of what the draft will look like this time, and gossip and rumors fly.

Jey finds Jimmy hanging around the back of the room pacing, they have a promo to cut after the first round of picks, so they stay closer to gorilla.

“What took you so long Uce?” Jimmy shoved a hand into his shoulder playfully.

“Aw nothin’ for you to worry ‘bout. Still no Solo?” He looked around for his youngest brother’s bleached blond curls but didn’t spot him.

Jimmy shrugged. “Nah man, Kofi and Xavier ‘round here though.” The Usos didn’t have many friends left on the roster after the last few years, but the New Day never took their on-stage antics to heart.

“Yeah saw ‘em when I got in,” Jey took a bottle of water from a nearby table. “Anything yet?”

“Nope, show’s just about to start though.”

The intro starts on the monitors, and Jey’s mind wanders back to Sami watching along at home. He’s hit with the same feeling he had at Wrestlemania, that Sami should be here alongside him. How would things have changed over the last few months if Sami had been by his side? Would he and Jimmy still have the tag belts and be in Roman’s good graces? Would Sami even still be with the bloodline?

Jey shakes his head to clear the thoughts away. It would do him no good to be distracted like this before a promo and a title match.

Triple H is on the screen, having gone through his spiel about how the evening will proceed and what this means for the company and blah blah blah. Jey’s just anxious to hear where they’re going, as there’s no doubt the Bloodline will be drafted together first, Roman would demand nothing less.

“With the first draft of the evening, Friday Night Smackdown selects…” Hunter pauses, as if it will be a surprise. “Three drafted as one! The Undisputed WWE Universal Champion Roman Reigns, the Enforcer, Solo Sikoa, and the Wiseman Paul Heyman, the Bloodine!”

Jey’s pulse roars in his ears as he processes the lack of he and his twins names being called with Roman’s. His eyes lock with Jimmy’s, wide with confusion and anger.

“What the hell man?” Jimmy huffs, as if Jey would know.

“I dunno Uce, but we gon’ find out!” Jey storms toward gorilla, fire in his eyes. 
He runs headlong into Adam Pearce, hanging around backstage, his hands come up defensively. “If you boys have questions or comments about the draft picks I’m gonna need you to direct them elsewhere. Right now, you need to wait for Triple H to finish the first round and call you out there.

In Jey’s ire, he’d completely forgotten about the rest of the draft and their segment, nothing too complicated, just going out and hurling insults at their opponents, but now his mind is clouded.

There are a few more minutes of Triple H’s voice droning and echoing through the monitor feeds, calling out more picks for each brand but Jey barely listens as his mind races.

Is this another game? A punishment for me n’ Jim acting out? or for losing the belts? Is Roman gonna separate us or just kick us out the family? Maybe this ain’t a bad thing if it means we get away.

Before he knows it, he blinks at the shine of lights in his face as he finds himself in the ring, the cheers of the crowd competing with his loud heartbeat.

Jimmy looks at him, but Jey nods, letting his twin take the intro.

“Corpus Christi, the bloodline is now in yo’ city!” Jimmy projects into the microphone, and Jey knows he’s gonna need to pull it together.

Somehow he makes it through the promo, gets the words out that he needs to in a semi coherent fashion, barking insults at Butch and Ridge and Sheamus too for good measure.

They come out to try and intimidate them and it ends in a brawl, which is much easier for him to get through, using his fists to get the anger and frustration out of his body. And he gets a few good shots in on Holland, which always makes him feel better these days.

He stalks behind Jimmy as they head backstage, keeping his focus on the back of his brother’s head.

They storm through backstage, bypassing the room where everyone else is gathered, not stopping until they’re back in their own private locker room, and blissfully alone.

Solo and Paul are still nowhere to be found.

Jimmy is fuming immediately. “You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on, ‘Mister Right Hand Man’?” The title is spat at him, and Jey’s stomach sinks.

“I told you, Uce- I don’t know, I ain’t been here to know!” He starts pacing.

“Cause you keep runnin’ off to see Sami every chance you get, actin’ weird, keepin’ shit from me! You supposed to be my brother, Uce!” Jimmy shakes his head.

Fear and guilt creeps into Jey’s heart. He has been keeping things from his brother, and of course Jimmy’s picked up on that. It won’t do him any good to keep arguing with Jimmy, if he’s worked up like this who knows what will slip outta his mouth?

Jey takes a deep breath and rubs his face with his hands, trying to clear his head.

He starts, “Listen, I know thing’s been messed up lately-“

“You think?” Jimmy interjects.

“But you know I ain’t got nothin’ to do with this! Wiseman gotta know somethin’, or Solo even, since they done pulled a disappearing act.” Jey gestures towards the empty room around them.

Jimmy frowns, kicking his feet and huffs. “I know, Uce. I just don’t like how things been lately, you know?” Jey nods. “First losin’ Sami, then the belts, Roman actin’ like he’s our Daddy or somethin’ and now all this?” Jimmy drops to sit on the couch, head hung in defeat.

Jey takes a few cautious steps towards his brother, “I know, Uce, really feels like we jus’ can’t win right now.”

“It’d be better if I could trust you to have my back.” Jimmy fixes him with a look. “We got this title rematch tonight, and we should be focused on gettin’ back what’s ours so Roman can chill the hell out.”

“I got your back, Jimmy. I always do.” Jey answers, hoping that it will be enough.

His twin stares at him, unblinking, like he’s looking for his answer in Jey’s eyes. After a few long moments, he nods. “Okay,” Jimmy extends his hand, and Jey takes it and helps him to his feet. “But as soon as we get through all this, you gotta come clean about whatever it is you hidin’.”

Jey opens his mouth to deny the allegation, but he thinks better of it, and nods. “Alright, all we gotta do is put those clowns away tonight.”

“Damn right,” Jimmy claps him on the shoulder, and Jey feels like he can finally breathe again.

He looks at the clock on the wall, it’s already about halfway through the show and they gotta be ready for their match in about a half hour. “C’mon, we prolly outta get back out there.”

Jimmy nods, “You right, you know somebody gon’ be out there talkin’ shit.” He goes to head out the door but turns around. “Jey?”

“Ye?”

“You know I love you right?”

Jey feels his heart swell up in his chest. “Yeah, Uce. I love you too.”

Jimmy sticks his tongue out, making a face. “Alright now we done with that, let’s go remind these fools who runs this show.” He turns and walks out the door.

Jey spares one last glance back toward his bag, tempted to call Sami or at least check his phone, but Jimmy is already suspicious and will definitely notice his absence, so he follows suit and heads back out into the hallway to follow his twin.

—

The rest of the draft picks aren’t remarkable, mostly because they aren’t Jey and Jimmy.

They’re waiting in gorilla position for their music to hit, and as much as Jey tries to keep himself focused on the task at hand, his mind is far from settled.

He bounces on the balls of his feet, trying to feed this energy into his body, at least make it useful for the fight ahead of him, while his thoughts race.

if we lose again, that’s it. We out the family, we might be out already. Who gon’ watch out for Solo if Roman kicks us out? Wish I could talk to Sami…

The sound of spit hitting the floor stirs him from his thoughts.

Butch and Ridge stand before them, the tag belts on their shoulders and scowls on their faces.

Jey sees red, filled with rage at the sight.

He darts toward them, but is stopped by Jimmy before he can do anything stupid.

“That’s right, keep a leash on that dog.” Butch taunts.

Ridge cracks his knuckles menacingly. “Won’t have to hold it long, gonna put you down, boy.” He spits at Jey’s feet.

Jey can barely think for how angry he is, but their music starts and he has to wait before he can put his hands on Holland, has to put on a good show to stay in Roman’s good graces.

Jimmy turns to him, blocking their opponents from view. “You good, bruh?”

Jey huffs out a breath. “M’good.”

“Jus’ gotta get the belts.”
 He nods, following Jimmy out onto the stage.

Jey is thankful for their reputations, that they can get away with scowling during their entrances because he can’t bring his face to do anything else at the moment.

The crowd is behind them, cheering and throwing their ones to the sky. Their love for the Honorary Uce has carried him and Jimmy through this feud even at the darkest of times, so it’s what he’ll latch onto today. He sees signs in the crowd.

“WE MISS YOU SAMI”

“FOREVER UCEY”

He feels more steady by the time they get into the ring, less likely to lose his temper at a moments notice. He stretches his arms and flexes against the ropes as Mike announces the incoming tag team champions.

Whatever good will the Brawling Brutes had carried with the crowd by their association with Sheamus is long gone. The fans boo them the whole walk down the aisle, though it doesn’t phase them much.

Butch is growling at both of them, but Ridge’s eyes are cold and fixed directly on Jey. Unmoving and unflinching.

Jey stares right back. If the man wants to make this personal, he’ll make it personal.

The bell rings signaling the start of the match. Jey waves Jimmy to the corner as Butch hops over the top rope. Ridges eyes stay locked on Jey’s as they both take slow steps forward to the center of the ring.

Neither makes a move until they’re nose to nose in the center of the ring, Jey looking up slightly to keep eye contact.

“M’gonna enjoy this,” Ridge says under his breath.

“Me too,” Jey’s eyes are blazing as he lets his hands take over and do the talking for him.

—

Jey lays in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He’s alone, which feels more like a punishment than anything else.

They lost. Again.

More specifically he ate the pin again. From Ridge.

Jey blinks hard, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes. Maybe if he just closes his eyes, the whole day will start over again.

His phone lights up with another message. He has about 20 unread texts from Sami and just as many from Jimmy.

He’s not sure who wants to avoid more.

Sami’s expressed several times that he doesn’t need Jey to fight his battles for him, but each loss against these monsters that took him out feels like letting Sami down, like failing to protect him again.

And Jimmy…

He can’t get the looks of hurt and betrayal out of his mind, after his brother had been caught in a brutal spear that he’d been aiming for Butch. The smaller man had dodged out of the way at the last moment, and it had ultimately been his twin he sent crashing to the mat.

Jimmy knew it was a mistake. Knew Jey hadn’t been aiming for him. But Jey still felt immense guilt. Especially since the error cost them the match.

The match. The belts. Their place in their family.

He knows Sami has his back, and that they have a back up plan. But his family has been Jey’s whole life, even the thought of losing it is terrifying to him.

The phone rings, vibrating loudly against the nightstand. He slowly reaches a hand over to see who it is.

He’s relieved to see Sami’s smiling face lighting up the screen. Probably the only person he’d answer right now.

“Hey Sami,” Jey sighs.

“Hi sweetheart…” Sami’s soft tones bring tears prickling to his eyes again. “I’d ask how you’re holding up, but I can imagine it pretty well.”

“Yeah,” He sniffs hard, trying to keep it together.

“So.. staying on smackdown at least?”

Jey huffs, “Yeah, ‘least OG didn’t keep us in suspense.”

At the end of the match as Jey lay in the ring in shock from the pin, Roman’s music had hit, sending a chill of fear down his spine.

But in the end, it was just Paul, squabbling about influence and draft picks, but ultimately confirming that the Usos would be going to Smackdown with the Tribal Chief after all. Roman had put him through that anxiety for seemingly no reason.

Can’t say he’s surprised. Just another mind game.

“Talk to me, Sami?” He chokes out. “Somethin’, anythin’ that’s not this.”

Sami obliges, launching into a story about some guy he sees at PT each week, as usual he’s got a talent for filling empty air. Jey isn’t paying the most attention to the details, but the sound of Sami’s voice is soothing.

“… And that’s when I said, it’s your spot now, my dawg!” Sami breaks off into laughter at his own joke, and Jey chuckles, feeling like he can at least breathe again.

When both of their laughter dies down, he says. “Thanks, Sami. Dunno what I’d do without you.”

“Of course, baby. I love you so much, we’re gonna get through this.” Sami takes a pause. “Any word from Roman?”

Jey shakes his head before remembering that Sami can’t see him. “Nah, nothin’ yet.”

Sami hums. “How’s Jimmy taking things?”

“Dunno,” He sniffs. “Ain’t talked to him since. We uh- we already had one fight earlier an’ I don’ wanna run that back.”

“I get that,” Sami says. “But I gotta think maybe you’d feel better to clear the air with him, I hate seein’ my favorite twins fight.”

It’s meant to be a joke, but after all the tension between him and Jimmy it just makes his heart hurt.

“He knows I’m hiding somethin’,” Jey’s voice is soft, like this too is a secret. “Thought maybe I had something to do with the draft, that I was in on whatever Roman was plannin’. I dunno how long I can keep this up, Sami.”

The line is quiet for a while, and when he speaks Sami’s voice is small. “I don’t wanna make things hard for you, Jey-“

“Don’t you even think that,” Jey’s feels his nerves rattle, at how quickly Sami would suggest them splitting up. “It took me way too long to get you, Sami- I ain’t givin’ you up.”

Sami’s sigh of relief is audible. “M’sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

Jey shakes his head, even though Sami can’t see him. “Nah, you just doin’ what you always do, baby. You look out for me. But I’m bein’ selfish now and I’m not letting you go.”

Say it. Say it now, he deserves to know.

“Sami, I-“ Jey pauses, his heartbeat loud in his ear.

How can I tell him I love him when I ain’t even free yet?

“Can I see you?”

Before he’s even got the words out the facetime call comes through, and Sami’s face is on his screen and it shouldn’t make him feel this relieved, to just be able to see him as he moves, adjusting himself and turning on a light in the bedroom so Jey can see him even better.

“Jey…” Sami breathes his name and Jey winces, knowing already what he’s about to say.

“S’not that bad.” His fingers find the edge of the bandage that covers the cut above his right eye. Ridge had flung him into the ring post, and he’d caught the edge on his eyebrow. It looked much scarier on TV, with blood trickling down into his eye.

On the screen Sami’s brow is furrowed, then slowly his face relaxes as the camera gets closer to his face. Finally the screen only shows the creases of Sami’s lips, puckered to kiss the screen, and Jey feels his face heat up.

Kissin’ me better an’ everything.

Sami’s face is relaxed when Jey can see all of it again, and he aches to reach out and touch him.

“Miss you, boo.” The words slip out of his mouth unbidden, but it’s true.

His laugh echoes in the quiet of the room, “It’s barely been a day since you’ve seen me.”

“So? That ain’t mean nothing.” Jey protests. “Miss them cute cheeks of yours, wanna put my teeth on ‘em”

Sami blushes beautifully, pink spreading across his newly chubby cheeks as he squirms. “Stop, you don’t mean that.”

Jey pushes himself up further, raising an eyebrow. “Oh you think I don’t? You just wait til’ after Puerto Rico, I’m gonna put in the fangs and show you just how much I wanna bite you.” He bares his teeth and chomps at the screen playfully, sending Sami into giggles. Jey feels his dick twitch in interest just at the thought of getting his mouth on his lover. “Mark you all over before I get my mouth on your dick, wanna make you feel so good, Sami.”

Sami’s blush deepens, “Will you let me fuck you again?’

He keens, suddenly aware of how empty he feels, and his dick filling in earnest now. “Yeah- yeah, Sami. Are you-?”

On the screen, Sami nods emphatically. “Thank goodness I’m already in bed. Want your hands on me, Jey.”

“I know-“ Jey bites out. “I know baby, wish I was there. Touch yourself for me.” The camera jostles between Sami’s hands and then his head is thrown back into the pillow as he groans. “Go slow, ain’t no need to rush. Tell me- please Sami, tell me how it feels.” Jey wraps one of his hands around his own cock and strokes slowly as he gets even harder.

Sami whines, “Feels so good, but it’s not the same- Ah, fuck, Jey!” The ginger’s breathing heavily, his shoulder moving on screen just enough to suggest the pace of his hand on his cock.

“Show me,” Jey blurts out. “Let me see how hard you are for me,”

The image on Jey’s phone wobbles and Sami seems to drop the phone. When it returns, the camera has switched and Jey sees the disheveled comforter around Sami’s pale thighs, the color lovely against the pink of his stretch marks. His cock stands proudly, supported by Sami’s hand with his thumb rubbing slow circles around the head.

Jey imagines his tongue making those same circles, and he really ought to be embarrassed by the desperate noise he makes at the thought, but he can”t find it in himself to care.

He’s not going to last long, overwhelmed with sensation and emotion and longing and the sound of Sami’s pleasured sighs.

“Jey— please, wanna see you too.” Sami begs, the sound high in his throat and Jey can do nothing but comply, frantically pressing his thumb on the screen to swap the camera, so Sami gets a view of his shorts pushed down and his hand working his dick. “Oh, oh Jey- so gorgeous, such a pretty cock, have I ever told you that?”

Jey huffs out a laugh but the compliment goes straight to the tight heat in his stomach as he approaches his orgasm. “Nah, don’t think you have.”

“Gorgeous, perfect, so perfect, mine, mine-“ Sami gasps and Jey’s eyes are glued to the screen as Sami’s cock shoots cum all over his awaiting fingertips.

He groans, following right behind, painting his stomach with his jizz as he falls over the edge to the sound of Sami’s breath.

Sami’s camera switches again, and he brings two cum coated fingers to his lips, licking them slowly before putting them into his mouth to clean them off.

If it was remotely possible for Jey to get hard again, he would be.

“Fuckin’ hell, Sami. Are you tryin’ to kill me?”

Sami grins after he removes the fingers from his mouth, shiny with his spit. “Never, sweetheart. How many weeks until Puerto Rico again?”

“Just over two,” Jey sighs, reaching for a tissue to clean up his own mess. “We’ll have 4 days together I think?”

“Can’t come soon enough.”

Jey feels the weight of the day and the fight settle into his bones, and knows he’s going to fall asleep sooner rather than later.

They make their long goodbyes, Jey still trying to memorize how the words “I love you” sound coming out of Sami’s mouth, how they make him feel when they’re directed at him.

When finally the screen goes black, and he’s alone again with his thoughts and a list of unread messages, Jey tosses his phone onto the side table and surrenders himself to sleep. --- I really hope I get the next part out sooner than this one! Thank you for being patient with me 🙈

[katabaesis]

tag game

tagged by @basuralindo — it seems that I post a section of WIP and tag people to also do the same? I'm not sure if anyone else is writing fic on my TL right now hahaha but! If you see this consider yourself tagged :)

Thanks for tagging me! Er, dunno why this got weirdly long for an excerpt... anyway... a small excerpt from 'heir apparent' the next bit of 'long live the king' series...

There isn't a body to bury.

STYX takes Leona Kingscholar's body away. Idia Shroud knows that it doesn't matter. There isn't a body because no one will remember Leona was even ever at Night Raven College. There's so much work for STYX to do. Idia's father even comes to school — for work, he says, but the first thing he does is check on Idia and Ortho — and then goes to Sunset Savanna. It turns out easiest to say that Leona Kingscholar had died in childhood, Overblotted after he found his sick mother hidden away as the family secret. It's an odd lie, Idia thinks when he reads the report but it turns out that Leona's birth had been difficult on the queen and some part of her had never recovered. When Leona had died apparently Lethe's memory wiping hadn't worked on her so spinning the lie around her insistence her son had gone to Night Raven College was necessary. It leaves a bad taste in Idia's mouth. He thinks about Ortho and really the entire Shroud family, doomed to be forgotten and also to drag whoever had the bad luck to get involved with them or too stained with blot down to hell with them. But inevitably, as he always does, Idia settles into resignation.

They make Ruggie the Housewarden. Headmaster Crowley hems and haws about it clearly unsure what to do with a Housewarden who doesn't come with prestige, power or money. All the students though know that Ruggie is — was — Leona's right hand. Even if he wasn't technically Vice Housewarden Ruggie was the heart and Leona the brain. If asked Ruggie would have declined but there's no asking when it comes to Overblot cleanup. They simply make it happen. Replacing that many memories is difficult and it's obvious that Ruggie can tell something is missing. Idia is glad he attends Housewarden meetings via tablet because he wouldn't be able to hide his expression, not with the stumbles over things Ruggie should know — if he is truly Housewarden — or the blanks in memory that everyone seems to share.

"And, on the topic of academic eligibility. . ." Vil Schoenheit intones. There is the barely veiled something in his voice. Idia would call it judgey. Riddle called it leadership. Azul only ever commented on it if he wanted something from either the party under scrutiny or Vil himself. Scarabia had no horse in the race and Kalim couldn't read Vil's tone anyway.

"Hm? What about it?" Ruggie asks.

"Test scores are posted publicly." Vil points out.

"Yeah? An' so what? Savanaclaw's meeting what we need to." Ruggie is defensive and Idia can't see his expression but imagines Ruggie must look trapped. Leona had been able to field scrutiny with the swagger of any jock alpha male but Ruggie had never been the type.

"There are academic standards to uphold." Riddle breaks in. "While bare minimum is something students can achieve as Housewarden you should be — "

"Should be this? Should be that? Who're you all to say that? I never asked for this. This ain't my job. It's — " Ruggie snaps and then his words come to a halt.

"Ahhh. Right. Right. Let's all just remember every dorm has its strength, right? Here at Ignihyde we're technomantic specialists. Pomefiore's being super bijin and Savanaclaw is meatheads good at throwing rocks. All this arguing is cutting into my game time. Hurry it up." Idia mutters. it successfully derails everyone from whatever Ruggie was going to say. ("Meatheads? I'll show you meathead." "Bijin? Please, Idia use normal language that doesn't reduce my students to just looks." "I notice you said nothing of Octavinelle." "Let's all get along like Idia-senpai said!")

[destinedarts]

🙈 Need Mandarin translations/confirmations for the messages the lmk creators left ASAP 🙈

Long story short, we tried to spread the animation studio switch letter Sarah posted. I speedran to Xiaohongshu (LittleRedBook/RedBook/RED); Instagram equal for China cause thought no one else would do it. This was before we found out the rest of the crew would send their regards as well.

Idk Mandarin at all so would appreciate any help. Literally just dumped everything into Google Translate.

Priority is everything in the 1st image. 2nd pic is just explanations I wrote for them in case they don't know, which idk how much they know about Flying Bark besides the fact that they thought their animation was awesome. Sometimes they share the storyboards on Bilibili/Weibo but that's about it.

Put them as images cause I was gonna post on Twitter, but coming here first, which also might be better instead.

The RedBook Post

Might need to go through some verification check, basically sliding things across the screen. No sign in should be required to view, though it could vary between countries.

Short Link: http://xhslink.com/kkPC3I

Link: www.xiaohongshu.com/explore/663ee802000000001e01c1bb

Reasons

If I don't get any sort of translation confirmations, I'm gonna have to update the post anyways. Right now, it's also full of ugly edits cause first time ever posting and I actually ran off to make this like the minute we were asked to do so in mk central discord. Gonna make it look nicer now that I realize it's gained traction. >_>

There's a lot of upset/angry/sad/mad fans on RedBook, Douyin, and Bilibili. Much like how we had the wildfire and death threats on Twitter except I think not as extreme to the point of sending death threats... thankfully. They didn't know about the studio change. Honestly, just trying to give them facts and reminding them they have part of the power to get the show cancelled or not; but also not telling them what to like or not like/stop grieving/etc.

Literally one of the RedBook comments on the S5 trailer LEGO China uploaded contains the picture from my post (cause I added disclaimer that it's not lego official translated). So I definitely would like to have the other translations down if they're just sharing around pictures like that. 😬 And note that they're all sharing the Mandarin ones; not the English even though I did provide them. I don't have Douyin and I dunno if I can upload on Bilibili. Weibo has been covered. Idk if there's other Chinese soc med I'm missing.

Notes for translation

Exact Mandarin/English text used in the ALTs of the pictures and "Keep Reading" section cause I realize ALT can’t copy and paste if needed

Uh please write down exactly what phrase to change, cause I do not understand any of the characters except the show title heh

1000 character limit for post, including tags and characters

Tags used: #lego乐高 #lego #悟空小侠 #乐高中国 #乐高悟空小侠 #乐高悟空小侠5年庆 #第五季 #齐小天 #孫悟空 @LEGO乐高 #乐高 If there's more that's helpful, please let me know lol been riding on these tags. If I can, I'll put English hashtags, but depends on character limit; Chinese is a priority

20 character limit for title, which I've chosen: 悟空小侠电视剧的未来🐒导演和编剧的笔记 (basically "future of LMK, directors & writers' statements/notes")

Crew member names and titles were written in the Mandarin dub credits, shown in 2nd pic. Not changing those in translations.

"Harbinger of Chaos" doesn't exist in the Mandarin version... I think? based on the s4 e7 subtitles we had way long ago. Changed Breen's tweet so it said to "find out more about MK." I guess I could've put "demon monkeys" but left that out in case they actually don't address it in the season. And idk the mandarin phrase they used for that

WildBrain Studios doesn't have a proper mandarin translation according to all the Mandarin dubbed Ninjago episodes so just kept it English

Idk if I forgot something, been having hard time keeping track of stuff oop I'll add more if there is more

Needed

From Christian: 谢谢悟空小侠粉丝们！

经过三季的动画导演后，我很荣幸能够执导旋风狗制片的悟空小侠的第四季，也是最后一季。

这是一个非常贴近我们旋风狗制片所有人的心的系列。 我为我们的团队感到无比自豪，他们在这些美好的岁月里一起工作，成为了一家人。

对于所有悟空小侠粉丝的热爱和奉献，我们感到非常幸运。 你们是我们长期努力的原因，我们将永远感激不已。

这场演出由 Wild Brain 出色的团队负责，我希望他们和我们一样享受这次旅程。

这张照片是我在悟空小侠中的最后一场演出。 我已经非常想念这些猴子了，但我对未来感到兴奋，迫不及待地想分享我们接下来要做的事情。<3

From David:

悟空小侠第五季要来了！ Wildbrain 将接替旋风狗制片留下的巨大足迹。 团队中充满了才华横溢、充满激情的艺术家，我们迫不及待地想让大家了解更多关于齐小天的信息！

From Deirdre:

乐高悟空小侠第五季即将到来，猜猜谁写了三集？ 我🤭

Sorta Needed

Please note that I did use a translator (and friends) to write this article. I'm a western fan but I have access to the app. And please spread the word too. I don’t have much contact with Chinese social media.

请注意，我确实使用了翻译来写这篇文章。 [Could swap to saying friends instead of translator.] 我是西方粉丝，但我可以访问应用程序。也请广而告之。 我与中国社交媒体没有太多联系。

Former series directors and writers from Flying Bark Productions, as well as current writers, have all issued statements regarding the handling of the series.

旋风狗制片（Flying Bark Productions）的前系列导演和编剧以及现任编剧都就该系列的处理发表了声明。

Sarah Harper served as series director from S1 -3 before fully becoming a writer for several episodes in S4. Some of her series credits include "The Jade Emperor" and "Rip and Tear."

莎拉·哈珀（Sarah Harper）在第一季到第三季中担任系列导演，之后在第四季的几集中完全成为编剧。她的一些剧集包括《天庭大对决》和《青毛狮之怒》。

Christian Barkel served as animation director for the first three seasons and was promoted to series director in the fourth season.

克里斯蒂安·巴克尔（Christian Barkel）在前三季担任动画导演，第四季晋升为系列导演。

David Breen is currently a writer on the show's fifth season. He served as script supervisor for S1-3 before being promoted as one of the show's writers. Some of the episodes he has written are "The Brotherhood" and “A Lifetime of Mistakes."

大卫·布林 (David Breen) 现任该剧第五季的编剧。 在晋升为该剧的编剧之一之前，他担任第一季到第三季的剧本总监。 他编写的一些剧集有《青毛狮之谜》和《寻找美猴王》。

Deirdre Devlin is also a writer on season five. She was brought on as a writer in the fourth season. Her three episodes are "The Great Tang Man", "Court of the Yellow Robed Demon", and "Pitiful Creatures".

迪尔德丽·戴夫林（Deirdre Devlin）也是第五季的编剧之一。她在第四季中担任编剧。她的三集是《小天遇三藏》 、《神秘的“朋友”》、《受困保护咒》。

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Flying Bark Productions has withdrawn from the animation production of "Monkie Kid". Since 2020, they have been continuously invited to participate in new projects, such as "Disney's" "Moon Girl and the Demon Dinosaur" and "Avatar Studio"'s upcoming "Avatar" film in 2026.

旋风狗制片已退出《悟空小侠》的动画制作。 自2020年以来，他们不断受邀参与新项目，例如“Disney”的《月亮女孩與惡魔恐龍》以及2026年“Avatar Studio”即将上映的《降世神通》影片。

From now on, WildBrain Studios will animate the series. They were also responsible for the Ninjago TV series, although that was in 3D rather than a 2D TV series like Monkie Kid. The writers and voice actors remain the same, but new people could join the team.

从现在开始，WildBrain Studios 将制作该系列动画。 他们还负责《幻影忍者》电视剧，尽管该剧是 3D 的，而不是像《悟空小侠》那样的 2D 电视连续剧。 编剧和配音演员保持不变，但可能会有新人加入团队。

Some artists work as freelancers for the team. I don't know how WildBrain Studios' 2D department hires their artists. If they were invited back to the show, some of their work might be similar to their work from previous seasons. But that consistency may not hold true under new directors. We'll have to wait until the end of the season to see the TV show's credits.

一些艺术家作为团队的自由职业者。 我不知道WildBrain Studios的2D部门是如何聘请他们的艺术家的。 如果他们再次受邀参与节目，他们的一些作品可能会与前几季的作品相似。 但在新董事的领导下，这种一致性可能不会成立。 我们必须等到本季结束才能看到电视节目的制作人员名单。

Previous seasons used "frame-by-frame" animation, all drawn by hand. Based on the trailer, the new season appears to include the use of "rig animation," which is the use of technology to move characters and objects.

前几季使用“逐帧”动画，全部由手工绘制。根据预告片，新一季似乎包括使用“装备动画”，即使用技术来移动角色和物体。

All of these changes will impact Season 5 and beyond. I don't know how fan support affects entertainment distribution in China, but over here, if a show doesn't get enough views upon release, it may be abandoned by the distributor and have a hard time continuing. We will give as much support as possible in the West, although the success of the Monkie Kid LEGO sets and TV show has always and will always depend on its performance in China.

所有这些变化都将影响第五季及以后的内容。 我不知道粉丝的支持如何影响中国的娱乐发行，但在这里，如果一个节目在发行时没有获得足够的观看次数，它可能会被发行商放弃，很难继续下去。 我们将在西方给予尽可能多的支持，尽管悟空小侠乐高套装和电视节目的成功将始终取决于其在中国的表现。

Change can be difficult, and it's okay if you feel disappointed or upset. While waiting over the past year, we’ve been teased by the writers and voice actors that this story will be emotional and heartbreaking, and we trust the writers who have carried the story of Monkie Kid, so I hope you will consider watching season 5.

整个变化可能会令人震惊，如果您感到失望或不安也没关系。 在过去一年的等待中，我们被编剧和配音演员取笑，说这个故事将是感人且令人心碎的，我们相信那些承载了悟空小侠故事的编剧，所以我希望你能考虑观看这一季 5.