#ONLY TOOK LIKE IDUNNO

[rex101111]

it just hit me that, with the release of PhonoR-0

Arknights, the tower defense game, finally has an actual damn tower in it.

[urfavlarry]

hii! i love your writing so much! So can i request Joost x fellow artist!reader with one bed trope? Something like - Joost and reader have tour together, but hotel staff messes up their reservation and instead of two different rooms they get one and maybe reader is all shy with the whole situation bc she has feelings for him idunno 😭🙏

Awkward Situations

Joost Klein x artist!reader

summarry: ..one bed in the hotel room, how does that go when both of you just want to go to sleep after a tiring day from touring

genre: fluff!

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“I’m very sorry, but all rooms are booked for the night so there is nothing I can do for you other then give you the card to the room we booked for you.” The receptionist says to you, looking at you with a sympathetic look. You’ve been trying to bargain with her for the past 15 minutes, telling her you booked a totally different room but the hotel was full since it was summer and most people are on holiday at this time. You sigh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and take the key card, thanking her quietly before grabbing your suitcase and leaving. Joost trailed quietly behind you, letting you cool down since you were a bit upset from the situation. Anyone would be since you were tired from performing all day and couldn’t wait to have some tine for yourself but the hotel just had to mess something up. You didn’t try and cause a scene, it was mostly just going back and forth trying to find a solution but without success.

You walked down the hall, dragging your luggage with you and open the door, setting your stuff down and grabbing important stuff before running off to the bathroom. Meanwhile Joost looked around the room. It had a lot of space, the balcony giving you a great view of Frankfurt, the place you performed tonight. He lit a cigarette and snapped a quick photo before putting his phone away and admiring the view. He watched the cars pass by, music softly playing somewhere across the street and laughing could be heard just a few streets away. He threw the cigarette away, walking back into the warm atmosphere of the hotel. You were already done with getting yourself ready for the bed, laying down on your stomach and watching something on your laptop. You edited some footage your crew took from the concert and tried to get as much done as possible before deciding to watch a movie. You put on a random shitty comedy movie, getting comfortable under the covers. You were on the side of the bed where the nightstand was, leaving Joost to sleep on the side near the wall. You heard him get out the bathroom and feel the bed sink, a strong smell of some random shampoo hitting you like a truck. You got some butterflies in your stomach, trying to focus on the movie.

You were half asleep at around 2:29 AM, yawning and putting on a different movie. You closed your eyes, Joost already asleep and snoring softly. He was the type to always toss and turn in his sleep, but tonight he was suspiciously still. You were falling in and out of consciousness, seconds feeling like hours when you suddenly feel him moving around. He put a hand on your waist, a quiet yelp escaping your mouth. He pulled you a bit closer, his back only a few inched away from you. Sighing, you accept your fate and try to fall asleep, succeeding just after a few seconds.

In the morning, you felt trapped. You couldn’t move, eyes shooting open. You were faced with someone’s chest.. Joosts chest. Your face felt hot but you chose to ignore it, admiring his morning features. You didn’t dare move, knowing Joost wasn’t really the biggest fan of mornings, practically having to drag him out of bed every time you were on tour. He started shifting, his eyes slowly opening so you quickly close yours, trying to act like you’re asleep. He loosened his grip on you, you could feel his intense gaze on you before feeling lips on your forehead. “Morning..” He says in his groggy, morning voice before getting up, probably to shower or change. After what felt like hours, you open your eyes, grabbing your phone and checking the plans you had for today. The next concert was next week in Switzerland, then two days after that concert you were going to Italy. You were excited, always having the dream to travel the world someday which was finally becoming a reality. You shiver slightly, standing up to grab a hoodie from your suitcase and skin care, sitting down and grab a small mirror you brought so you could get ready. After finishing, you put your hair in a hairstyle you thought would fit your outfit for the day. Standing up you go on the balcony, getting some fresh air. You let your mind wander, thinking about all kinds of things before feeling a pressence beside you. Of course it was Joost, who else would it be? He stood there besidde you quietly, coffee in hand and handing you your usual. You thank him quietly, letting the warm drink heat your hands up.

It was a comfortable silence, something you usually had on mornings like these before Joost spoke up. “Slept well?” You look in his direction and nod, siping on your drink.He also nodded, the soft and comfortable atmosphere turning tense. He cleared his throat, trying his best to come up with a topic which wasn’t usually this hard for him, so why was it now? “Are you.. okay? Were you uncomfortable?” He asks, his tone being more worried then anything.

You shook your head, finally sparing him a glance. “It felt nice.” You say, awkwardly and he just nods, letting the silence engulf you once more. You went inside, mentally slapping yourself for being so awkward around your best friend. You get changed and decide to go look around Frankfurt. You and Joost talked like nothing ever happened, leaving the morning incident behind. You went inside a museum you found interesting, paying for everything and going inside to explore. It was nice, a lot of things took your interest but Joost seemed like he was in his own world, just walking around and looking dazed. Once you decided it was time to head back, you made your way to the hotel once more. You met a few fans, most of them being thirsty for Joost anyway but finally you got to your destination. Joost looked pretty annoyed about something, sparing you a few glances and pouts. You sat down next to him on the bed, deciding to get the information out of him. “What’s wrong?” You ask, making him chuckle. “Being blunt, are we?” You shrug and raise a brow, your leg bouncing impatiently. “Joost, what’s bothering you hm? You haven’t started a random topic for 15 minutes. Which is very unlike you might I add.” He stares at you dumbfounded but shakes his head. He shrugs and looks like he is trying to find the right words to explain his sour mood. “Well, last night..” He starts and you mentally curse. You really were hoping this wasn’t mentioned but it had to be at some point.

“I liked.. what happened and I’m pretty sure you did too because you would’ve spoken up about it, I know you enough to know you speak up about things when you’re uncomfortable with something.” He starts and you try your best to not break eye contact with him, letting him speak his mind. “I didn’t only like that, I like you and have for almost a year and I thought we could.. try?” You smirk, deciding to tease him; “Try..?” You smile and he looks at you with a ‘really?’ face. “You want me to spell it out for you? I want us, to be together, at least try. We can work something out I know we can.” He says and you nod, inching closer to him. “I’d love to Joost.” You say and he stands up spinning you around making you giggle like a child. The rest of the night was just you two making fun of the situation and what convinced Joost to confess. It really was funny that one bed made you get together with the most amazing person on earth.

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[webbluvrsugar]

HIGH HEELS ‘N A PINT — EPISODE TWO.

(also known as: waitress au pt2)

cw: phone sex, solo masturbation, drabble (not a fic, just like my other works, it’s short.), no use of y/n.

a/n: I know I took long babes, but I really wanted to make sure you’d like this, especially since I’m now planning on turning this into a mini-series of drabbles, that said, enjoy! (for the people that voted fluff, don’t worry, it’ll come soon.)

PART ONE — PART TWO.

It’s been a few days since that… inconvenient interaction at your workplace. Sure, you may have fallen for the trick and ended up calling him after work that day, but it was just to blow off some steam.

Except that when you think about that day, all you can remember is the way he touched you, the way he pulled your hair and spanked you ‘till your ass got sore, the way he walked in your apartment like it was his and the way he immediately grabbed you by the hips.

Not the 300 dollar tip. Not the calm environment. Sex.

That’s all you could think about — hot and gross sex with a man you just found out to be Rafe Cameron.

So today, when it’s deep in the night and you can’t sleep, you think about calling him, a sigh escaping you as you roll on the sheets, the window open but still doing nothing to calm you down.

You’re seriously thinking about calling him, but then — your phone rings.

You pick up, his contact unsaved but you recognise the number too well. “What you doing right now?” He says almost immediately, his voice boyish, you can hear his grin though the phone.

“Trying to sleep.” You whisper against the phone, it’s a lie. “You’re interrupting me.” You sigh.

“Aahh, sorry ‘bout that.” You can hear ruffling in the background, the sound of a zipper being undone.

“Why’d you call me?” You ask, sitting up on your bed.

“Idunno, just did,” you grow quiet, his breath itches. “Just keep talking about whatever you girls talk about.”

“Well uh —“ you stop, you can hear a certain distinctive sound in the background, a certain ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ ringing in your ears as long as small grunts on showing up slightly every minute that passes, you can almost identify what it is, makes your cheeks flush.

“What are you doing right now?” You ask, he doesn’t answer, he’s too focused on gripping the base of his cock harder and speeding up his movements, his palm moving with the sound of your voice as he can only think about you, about your naked body spread on his sheets as he pounds into you.

“Oh, me?” He chuckles, a groan escapes him. “Nah, ‘m just, uuuhhhh…” you giggle, he laughs, his pace speeds up. “You’d call it self care.”

You frown, breathing in and out, you know what he’s doing, he’s masturbating to you, to your voice, to the way you sound.

“Are you…jacking off to me?” You question, as if you don’t know.

“Mhmmmm.” He admits, a relieved sigh escaping him. “But, I ‘ain’t got a pretty picture of you so..” he all but moans, head kicking back against the wall, you can hear the small thud. “Gotta use your pretty voice.”

“My voice?” You question, your own hand slipping into your shirt.

“Yeah, my dick kinda likes it.”

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[minnillea]

HIGH RISE (Keegan P. Russ X Reader)

This one is so filthy idunno what to say. (3.8k words) It’s 3am so-

CW: MDNI!, NSFW, Smut, dom Keegan, sub fem reader, typical canon violence, interrogation, edging, restraints, dubcon, pure filth, choking, masked man ajjsjsjsjsjd, primal play, degradation, praise if you squint, pet names, hair pulling, hate sex, creampie, knife play, and it’s enemies to lovers<3 You are literal enemies so good luck! :D

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You were clearing the area with your team as planned. You were behind a desk, looking through your scope and offering support from afar by taking down targets in the opposing building. It was all a breeze until you saw him.

"Shit.." You cuss under your breath, feeling like the world is coming to a stop as you hold your breath. Every time you saw this man, everything went to hell. He was such a pain in the ass, and now he was looking directly at you through his scope, sending a chill down your spine.

In a fraction of a second, you pulled the trigger on him and immediately ducked down to take cover, only to hear a deafening buzz in your ears as a bullet hurtled over your head. You harshly fell down with your back against the desk before you quickly crawled to the opposite side. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you wondered if he was still there.

(Why the fuck is that fiend here? How did they get ahead of us?!) Your thoughts raced as you calmed down.

Suddenly, the impact of a bullet bursting through the desk and making debris scatter caught your attention. Your heart sank as it barely brushed over your shoulder. You had to move, and now.

You threw smoke and started running towards the hall on your left. As the smoke covered the corners of the room, you caught a glimpse of him on a zip line with a gun ready. He looked at you dead in the eye, making your stomach sink.

You sprinted faster and hid in one of the rooms as you heard the loud smashing of the glass. The presence of him and his team changed everything, you needed to regroup and fast.

You tried whispering to your teammates over the mic as you cautiously looked around the room, but no one was answering, frustrating you further. You took notice of the huge hole in the window. As you attempted to get a better look down, some faint rustling seized your attention.

You stayed low as you aimed at the door, waiting for him to come nearby. Then you heard some soft metallic clinking as you saw a grenade bounce into the room.

(Oh fuck, I don't wanna find out what that is.) You think as you quickly run over your options.

It all happens quickly. Your eyes widened as you ran sideways towards the shattered window of the office, keeping a guarded eye on the busted door. You looked down before letting yourself fall, grabbing onto a hanging cable someone left behind. You felt the line digging into your skin with great force through thick gloves as you went through a broken window two floors below.

You fell down on a pile of shattered glass, and a huge shard dug into your leg, making you hiss in pain.

All kinds of commotion and screams could be heard around the building as you limped towards an elevator to call it.

You only wanted to get as far away from him as fast as possible.

Your eyes flickered around tensely before you heard a faint noise and then realized that it was the elevator ding. The doors opened, and you made your way in as someone dove through to tackle you.

You gasped as you immediately aimed a pistol, shooting at the intruder, and to your dismay, it was him.

Keegan quickly knocked the gun out of your hand and then roughly wrapped his arm around your neck, strangling you. You struggled against him but couldn't free yourself from his deadly grip.

You groaned and pulled out a dagger to aim for his neck as a last resort.

Keegan moved his head out of the way in a swift motion, and your dagger slashed his cheek through his mask instead, drawing blood.

Then he forcefully slammed you down onto the elevator floor. He pinned your arms down with a hand and put his knee on your chest, making it difficult to breathe. He put his other hand around your throat and began to tighten his grip as his other leg was putting pressure on both of yours to stop you from kicking frantically.

You gasped in shock as you looked directly into his eyes, out of options as you could feel the warm blood pool around your injured leg.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and his hand was squeezing harder and harder around your throat. You looked up at him desperately, but he just looked back with cold, blue eyes. You could feel your body failing under his weight.

You spotted a crimson stain forming below in the corner of your eye, and you knew your chances weren't good.

The world was beginning to fade around you as you tried to breathe, but he only looked down at you, his face showing no emotion.

The elevator suddenly dinged again...

Your eyes darted towards the door, and as your body went limp, a gunshot rang out.

You slowly came to, opening your eyes to find yourself tied to a chair. You noticed a piece of cloth and gauze wrapped tightly around your injured leg. Your hands were tied behind your back, and your legs were securely bound to the chair legs with some rope. You strained against the ropes and tried to move, but you were completely tied down. You make out Keegan's figure as he walks towards you and haphazardly pulls a chair in front of you.

He sits down without saying a word, his legs spread and his arms resting on his thighs uncaringly. His gaze is cold and unwavering.

You'd never seen him up close before; you only caught some glimpses of him here and there, and you hated him deeply. Even though you had given him a fair share of headaches before, you couldn't help but despise him for always making things so difficult.

He leaned forward as his husky voice drew your attention. “Well, aren’t you a little troublemaker, kid?” He teases with a slight smirk showing under his mask. “You know exactly what I want.” He said in a more serious tone with dangerous eyes.

You only stayed silent as you glowered at him.

“C’mon gorgeous, you can say a few words, or I can force them out of you.” He smirked devilishly as he tilted his head.

You scowl and turn your head away in defiance.

He grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you” He spoke with an intimidating snarl before taking a friendlier tone. “So, this is how it is going to be?” He says mockingly. “Don't make me hurt you, sweetheart. I’ll make you talk one way or another.” He warns you as he locks eyes with you.

You look back at him with disdain, your lips tightly pursed, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

Keegan's expression remains unchanged as he speaks. “Let me tell you something, doll…I know how much we hate each other, but it would be very smart of you if you cooperated.”

You keep your head up to glare at him. “Oh, hate is a really strong word, isn’t it?” You say sarcastically, earning a chuckle from him. “I’m not telling you shit.” You hissed at him with a glare.

You frustrated Keegan deeply, but there was something about it that drew him to you.

Keegan grins and leans closer to you. “No, you're not only telling me everything." He brushes his gloved thumb softly across your lips. “You'll show me everything too.” He whispered lowly before he stood up and walked behind you, his steps echoing through the room as your mind wandered. You felt conflicted.

Shortly, he strolled back into your view and carelessly tossed a metal tray with some tools onto the table, his hand resting on the edge of the desk.

You attempt to glance at the tray's contents, but he obstructs the view with his broad back while running his fingers through it, creating a chilling metallic clacking sound.

You can't help but be mesmerized by the sight of his physique.

Keegan slowly turns around and glances directly at you with his icy eyes, catching you in the middle of your sinful thoughts. The black smudge around his eyes only makes his stare more compelling.

"Oh, you’ll bring toys into it now?” You say in a teasing tone.

He grinned as he sat back onto the chair and ran a sharp blade up your thigh, making you tense up. He was very close, one of his knees in between your legs and a hand on top of your other thigh as he toyed with you. Your heart flutters as the subtle scent of petrichor and musk coming from him reaches your nose.

“What? You are the one who wanted to play with me, or you’ve changed your mind?” He says in a sultry yet mocking tone.

You hear his words very clearly; his breath tickles your ear. You look up, his eyes boring into yours. Even though you do not want to, you feel attracted to him, just a little bit, but you can't stand it! You can't stand the way he makes you feel. You hate him so much it hurts, but a part of you wants him.

“I'd rather die than to help you." You spit out in a deadpan manner.

"Oh, sweetheart. There are far worse things than death." He says in a fake compassionate tone as he moves the blade up to your inner thigh, cutting through your clothes in the process. The feeling of the cold blade against your plush skin gives you chills.

Now that he's sitting in front of you, you have a clear view of the tray behind him.

You see a hammer, a screwdriver, cutters, nails, rope, metal wire, syringes, tweezers, pliers, a lighter, and a saw blade.

You feel a wave of anxiety wash over you as you take in a sharp breath.

Keegan whispers as he cups your chin and tilts it to the side. “It’s such a shame to ruin this pretty face of yours.” He brings the blade up and slowly slits across the skin of your cheek, drawing some blood as you feel the stinging sensation.

You suck in a breath, turning your head to look at him with pleading, fearful eyes.

As much as he hates it, it has an effect on him. He leans in closer to your face to speak in a soft tone as his eyes darken slightly. “What is it now? Not so brave anymore?” He raises a brow as he carefully studies you; the rosy blush on your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by him while he continues to hold your chin “If you think I haven't noticed your little game with me...the way you look at me...you're in for a surprise, princess." He smirks as you feel a tinge of embarrassment mixed in with fear.

You two stare into each other’s eyes in complete silence. He is in such close proximity to you and your silly head wishes he’d press his lips on yours. It seems like you are having a full-blown conversation with just glances when a knock on the door, accompanied by someone talking to Keegan through his earpiece, makes him lean away from you in annoyance.

You exhale softly as the tension briefly dissipates, and you glance at him with curious eyes as he responds in a dull tone.

“Roger that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” His piercing eyes immediately dart towards yours when he is done; it’s hard to tell what’s going on through his mind.

“Fuck this.” He hisses, frustrated, as he gets up and hastily cuts the ropes around your legs.

You always got a rise out of him and it was quite amusing but if he had a choice, he wouldn’t inflict any harm upon you.

Before you can register what’s happening, he pushes you out of the chair and slams you against the cold metal desk, making you gasp.

Your hands are still tied behind your back as he holds you down by your neck and kicks your legs apart.

His hand squeezes around your throat with the right amount of pressure to keep you in place.

“You are lucky I’m giving you a chance, and you better not waste it.” He seethes in between his teeth as he undresses your lower half abruptly before skillfully rolling the knife in between his fingers to make it turn the other way in a flash.

You feel the cold air hit your behind as your eyes widen when he slams the handle of the blade into you with a lewd squelch.

You let out a chocked-out moan as you flinched. He keeps you pinned in place as he wraps his long fingers over the cross guard of the knife and starts pumping it in and out of you.

You whined and tightened around the object as you squirmed.

“You like to play dirty, don't you?” He teases with a hoarse voice as he moves the hilt so it hits the perfect angle, observing the dripping slick sticking to it in the process with vicious eyes.

Your mind is trying to think clearly; you're struggling with yourself. Your legs twitch as you moan pathetically in result of his actions.

He keeps you like this for a while, and you rapidly feel that the coil that formed in your stomach is about to snap.

Your muscles tense up more, and he quickly yanks his hand away, making you whine in frustration.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” He says in a faux compassionate tone. “You don’t get to cum if you don’t talk.” He says rubbing circles on your inner thigh with a gloved thumb.

You turned your head to glare at him with scoff. He chuckled darkly, leaning forward and pressing his body against yours, matching your energy with his own spiteful stare.

He then proceeded to tantalize you by rubbing the round end of the hilt against your sensitive clit, making you quiver.

You tried to keep your head cool as he kept edging you for what felt like hours, denying orgasm after orgasm. Your eyes watered as your thoughts got lost in a feverish haze.

You have so many mixed feelings in your chest right now, and you know you shouldn't be feeling this way about him. But no matter how hard you try to resist against it, you can't stand the way he makes you feel. You hated that you wanted him, and you knew damn well that if you didn’t talk soon, stuff was going to get real ugly. You craved his touch badly.

You looked back at him with needy eyes and parted lips as your heart skipped a beat.

Your gaze quickly attracts his attention, the way you're so vulnerable to him, your flushed face, your parted lips as you try to catch more air in your lungs, how you try to rub against him desperate for contact, it drives him crazy.

Keegan is completely under a spell.

His gaze deepens as he looks down directly into your eyes. You don't know what to think. But the way he looks at you...

He chuckled lowly at the sight with a frown. “You want my cock, don’t you filthy little thing? You know what to do for it.” He said in a condescending manner, enjoying how he was toying with you.

“Fuck you.” You growled at him with completely flushed cheeks, trying to act tough.

He grins mischievously and speaks in a daring tone. “Say it like you mean it, princess. How about I fuck you instead?”

“Mmm f-fine” You groaned softly before your lips started to spill everything to him, and you let your head rest back on the desk in defeat.

“Attagirl~” He cooed as you could hear some metallic clinging coming from his belt behind you.

His hand left your neck and before you tried to look back, it tugged a handful of your hair as he rammed his aching cock into you without a warning.

You moaned loudly as you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs and he pulled your head back by your hair.

“Fuck…what a grip.” He grunted breathily as he held your waist with the other hand.

He could feel your gummy walls greedily clutching around his length as moans left your lips when he started a relentless pace.

You let yourself go and rolled your eyes back as he fucked you so good.

His hand left your waist and picked up the knife again.

He slowly traced the blade in between your breasts, slitting through the fabric and up your neck until he held it at eye level for you. You noticed it was covered on your dripping slick as he spoke.

“See how dirty that slutty cunt of yours got it? Clean it up.” He demanded dryly as he kept thrusting into you.

Your breathing was heavy as you lewdly ran your tongue flat across the hilt and up the metallic blade, getting a taste of yourself.

You moaned as you finished cleaning it before he placed the sharp end of the cold blade against your neck, barely grazing your skin.

“I think you are forgetting an important little detail, aren’t you?” He speaks with an edge to his voice as he keeps the strong grip on your hair.

“Ahh! I don’t r-really know where he is! T-they don’t tell me stuff like tha-“ You moan out as he harshly thrusts into you with deep disdain to shut you up.

“Wrong answer. Let's try that again, shall we?" He presses the sharp blade against your throat as he talks with venom laced words. “Where…plap…is…plap…he…plap…staying?” He speaks in between rough thrusts as you moan loudly.

You try to form words as best as you can to no avail as you shake under him. You feel like you’ll loose your mind as he fucks you deeply, stretching you out. He grins after he sees how fucked dumb you are, too lost in pleasure. You're completely under his control as he speaks to you again.

“What was that? Mind repeating it again? Or I can stop.” He speaks with cruelty as tears roll down your face.

“N-no, no, no! P-please don’t s-top, sir!” You whine out as he keeps bullying his cock into you, hitting all the good spots.

“Then speak up.” He says coldly as he lets go of your hair and you do your best to keep your head up to avoid the sharp end of the knife.

You start talking again as you feel his gloved hand sliding under your clothes, he feels the bulge he is causing on your abdomen and presses against it, making your breath hitch in result of the added pressure.

You did your best to finish the sentence in between moans and heavy panting as he roughly gropped your breasts.

Your words sound honest to him this time and you are clearly enjoying the way he is pounding into you.

“Good girl~ It wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” He purrs beside your ear content as you become mush under him, feeling like your body is burning up.

He drops the knife with a clang to hold onto your hip as his other hand snakes up your back to meet your mouth.

He runs his thumb across your trembling lips before you stick out your tongue lewdly and he slowly rubs the rough pad of his digit downwards.

“Hmm! You f-feel s’good!” You moan out in ecstasy, not really aware of the stuff you were saying by now, as you felt like you were about to snap yet again due to the way he was ravaging you. It’s as if he was using this moment to get back at you for all the times you’d gotten on his nerves.

He chuckled with a soft, breathy groan. “Ah, I thought you hated me to death, dear? Maybe I should punish you for lying and just leave now that I got what I wanted.” He teased in a cold-hearted tone as he removed his finger from your mouth, with sticky strings of spit clinging onto it obscenely.

“F-fuck! No! p-please let me cum on your fat cock sir!” You wailed out in despair as your head fell against the desk, and you looked at him with big teary eyes.

He chuckled darkly as he saw the dumbed down state you were in. It’s as if all you cared about right now was being stuffed to the brim with cock.

“Relax, kid. I'm not that vile... or maybe I am?" He delivered the last part with malicious intent, tilting his head and locking eyes with you, mischief present in his cruel stare.

You whined out more as you shook your head in a tantrum.

He cooed you with a husky voice as he leaned down more, pressing his heated body against yours. “Easy there, I’ll give you what you want, darling.” He cupped your chin with his hand to stop you from moving frantically and softly kissed your cheek through the mask to calm you down as the fingers of his other hand rubbed comforting circles on your hip.

You seemed to be immediately soothed by his touch, and you rolled your eyes back before shutting them tightly as little moans left your lips. He firmly held your hips with both of his hands as he kept up the relentless pace, digging his fingers into your skin.

He cussed under his breath as you clenched harder around him, and in no time you finally came as you quivered erratically.

He let a low grunt out as he painted your insides white, and your arousal gushed all over him.

You mewled out as he gave you a couple more sloppy thrusts. He levered himself down with both hands at your sides on the desk to give you a quick kiss on top of your head before he pulled out.

You whined softly as you felt his hot cum overflow from your poor pussy. He stood behind you, his eyes fixed on your body as he took in the view.

“Now, that wasn’t that bad, wasn’t it?” He raised a brow at you playfully as he quickly fixed his belt in place before pulling your pants up.

You looked back at him with soft eyes as you panted heavily. “I’ll gladly take this over getting my fingernails pulled out slowly one by one, followed by my fingers.” You say playfully out of breath as you quivered slightly.

“I figured.” He replied stoically as he moved your hair out of your face with a brush of his fingertips before he checked up on a device he had pulled out with his other hand.

“They wanted to start exactly like that with you, but I wouldn’t let them." He said nonchalantly as his eyes flickered through the screen and he patted your head; his gentle touch made you melt. You slowly close your eyes with tranquility as you enjoy how he warmly runs his fingers through your hair.

“Wait what-“ You say snapping out of the daze before he speaks over you.

“Gotta go, till later, hot stuff.” He turned around, giving you a wink mid-turn as he swiftly spun the knife between his fingers to put it away before he sauntered out of the room, holding the metal tray in one of his hands.

You were left alone as the door closed with a faint click. You could only hear your breathing and your racing heart in the empty room.

You sighed softly as you laid down on your stomach, exhausted yet satisfied.

You started drifting to sleep while you went over the series of events that just happened, and you remembered that your leg got patched up with extra care. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…

[writersdrug]

You and Konig spend the night drinking and wake up to each other <3

Unsure if we’re hung over or still drunk

König and you being drunk homebodies

Warnings: vomiting/emetophobia trigger warning!! Mentions of sex, drunk reader and König, fluff, König being the caring partner we all crave

A/N: I know exactly who requested this and I'm sorry it took so long 😭 I don't even have an excuse, it just say on the back burner, but here you go! Enjoy~

Photo credit to 661ave

You don't remember much from the night before: just glimpses of this and that.

You and König dressed up for the awards ceremony, a glass of wine in each of your hands, managing to convince him to dance with you... holding some bronze, dark cocktail in your hands as König insists it's the best thing Germany ever made. From there, it only gets worse.

You remember laughter and giggles, promises whispered into your ear, making you blush... König pulling you outside of the event, nearly tripping over your own feet as he dragged you into a taxi... watching as he threw a wad of cash at the angry driver as you both shamelessly made out in the backseat of the car... continuing the fiasco on the loveseat in your home...

And then it goes black.

Last night, you felt like a couple of teenagers escaping a party. Now, you felt like you'd just finished a triathlon.

You groaned. The sunlight peering through the blinds was too bright, your stomach churned, your head was pounding, and there was something heavy and warm draped over your middle. You tried to push it off, to no avail - König made a sound, and his fingers twitched against your side.

"König..."

"... mm..."

"Get off..."

"... m... mh-mm..."

You sighed. You needed water - your mouth was drier than a desert, and every cell in your body screamed for hydration. You could stand to take a bath, too.

You tried turning your head to look at König - which was a mistake. The entire room spun dangerously, and your stomach threatened to empty its contents then and there. You slapped a hand over your mouth and threw Königs arm off of your body with all your might. You stumbled into the bathroom, crashing into the door frame and collapsing on your knees. You barely made it to the toilet in time to spill last night's dinner, gripping the edge of the bowl like it was your lifeline.

God, you thought, when was the last time I was hungover like this? Highschool?

As you were emptying your stomach, you felt a hand scoop your hair back and away from your face. You saw König out of the corner of your eye - he was only in his boxers, sliding down the edge of the tub to sit next to you, his legs splayed out before him. He held his other hand over his eyes as you finished your business.

You panted, pulling the handle to flush and squeezing your eyes shut. Your stomach felt better, but your head was pounding, like you were being stoned. "Thanks..." You mumbled to König, and he grunted in response.

"Better?" He asked, still shielding his eyes from the bathroom light.

You groaned. "Yeah." You sat back on the cool tile, leaning against his chest. "Never trusting any of your recommendations again, by the way."

He exhaled, possibly meant to be a laugh. He let go of your hair and rested his hand on your thigh. Watching his thumb rub soothing circles into your skin made you feel dizzy. To be honest, you couldn't be sure that you weren't still drunk. Between the spinning room and the lightness in your chest, there may have been a bit of drunkenness left in your mind - but that could have also been from vomiting.

"Let's not do that again..." You mumbled.

"Mhm..." he said, his voice hoarse from dehydration. "What was it we did?"

"Idunno. You told me to try a drink - I think I had three- no, four..."

"Jägermeister..." he mumbled in a pained voice.

You both sat there for a few minutes, eyes squeezed shut as you focused on breathing. The feeling of König's breath washing over the crown of your head was soothing, even in your half-dead state. You would have been content to stay like that, sat up against him on the cold, bathroom floor as you recovered from your hangover.

Eventually, König threaded his hands under your armpits and helped you stand, guiding you into the bathrub behind you. He murmured something in your ear about "need to get something", before he turned on the shower and let the cold water hit you. You griped and tried to change it to a warmer setting, but he told you to let it run for a few minutes. "It'll feel better, schatz."

He left the bathroom door open as he trudged - stumbling was a better word - into the living room. Despite the constant fogginess in his mind, and the ache in his legs, he was a man on a mission to take care of his partner (and afterwards, himself). He began picking up all the clothes that he had torn off of you and himself in a hasty desire for drunken sex. He would have gotten hard at the memory of him plowing you into the sofa, and at the sound of your drunken moans and giggles as he struggled to hold himself above you - but his hangover prevented him from having any sort of reaction to said memories. The most he could do was laugh and snatch your panties that were hanging off the corner of the TV.

He piled the clothes next to the washer and dryer, then moved into the kitchen. He fixed two thermouses of water for the both of you, and grabbed an extra glass and an Alka seltzer for him. He carried the items back to the bedroom, peeking into the bathroom as he passed.

You stood in the shower as the freezing water hit your back, hugging yourself and shivering at that point. You eventually gave up waiting for König and turned the knob to the left; you sighed in relief as the warmth seeped into your bones, melting away some of the fogginess in your head and making you feel less grimy. You leaned your forehead against the tile in front of you - your stomach lurched a bit, but you knew there was nothing else to come up.

You heard König slide into the shower behind you, but you kept your head against the tile. He whispered something in German that you were too exhausted to decipher. His hand gently slid onto your forehead as he pulled you back against him. You leaned there, eyes closed as you let his scent wash over you.

"Mein liebling..." he murmured, massaging his fingers into your shoulder muscles.

"Don't call me that." You spoke softly. "You tried to poison me last night."

He chuckled, rubbing a warm, wet cloth over your neck and shoulders. "Almost took myself out, too, didn't I?"

After a moment of standing in the silence with him, feeling drag the cloth softly over your face, you realized that he was replicating your nighttime skincare routine. Except, it was currently one in the afternoon, and you normally don't do it in the shower. You would have told him that he was using the wrong kind of cloth to clean your face, but you decided to keep your mouth shut. Both out of gratitude and the comfort of his touch.

He carefully finished washing your face, then your body, making sure to be gentle and slow. He whispered unintelligible phrases against your scalp as he turned off the water. He pulled you into the center of the bathroom and wiped you down with a towel - you were practically asleep standing up, but he made sure to hold you steady.

After you both brushed your teeth together, he helped you pull on some clothes, before letting you crawl back into the bed. He then went back into the bathroom to finish drying himself off. You kept your eyes closed, listening to the ambiance of König's movements, combined with the sound of the breeze outside.

You looked towards the window and noticed he had cracked it open. You also noticed there was a thermos and a sleeve of crackers on the nightstand, right within your reach. You felt a sudden onslaught of emotions and tears forming in the corners of your eyes; maybe it was because you were hungover (or at this point, possibly still drunk, you couldn't tell), but it finally broke the damn, and you began to cry, quiet sobs and sniffles breaking the near silence in the bedroom.

Instantaneously, you heard König nearly breaking his legs as he floundered over to you. The towel he had held had yet to hit the floor by the time he was kneeling by your side.

"Was? Was ist falsch? Are you ok?" He said, placing a hand on your forehead with a worried expression.

You let out a sob. "Nothing, it's stupid- you're too good to me... you're hungover too- and you- you did all this shit for me- 'n here I am, not doing anything at all for you-" your words melded with your sobs, which had taken over the conversation.

He sighed with relief, petting the crown of your head and planting a kiss there. "Liebling... I'll always take care of you- even when I don't feel gut." he murmured. "You always come first - but I promise I'll take care of myself too, ok? Just for you."

You sniffled again and nodded. "M'kay..." You mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to stop the flow of tears - you needed all the hydration you could get.

"Although, promise me one thing-"

"Hmm?"

"Let's not to do this again. It's not good for you, and I can't take care of you properly when I'm like this."

You nodded again. You'd rather be in hell than have this bad of a hangover. "Promise."

König placed a satisfied kiss to your forehead again, muttering a quick "Geh schlafen, süßes Mädchen..." into your scalp. He stood back up and headed back to the bathroom, picking up the discarded towel and rubbing it over his hair. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, scoffing at the bags under his eyes. Not what I used to be, eh? He thought.

He headed back into the room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the dresser, and lazily tugged them on. He thought about putting on a shirt, but the idea of it made him cringe. He felt overstimulated enough as it was - the shirt would just feel suffocating. He then shuffled over to the bed and climbed in, pulling you against him with an arm wrapped around your waist. He sighed, tucking your head underneath his chin.

"At least we have all weekend, ja?" He said quietly.

You didn't respond, making him crane his neck to look down at you. "Schatz?" He said, holding his hand in front of your nostrils. He knew you were alive, of course - but the feeling of your warm, slow breaths against his fingers granted him peace of mind.

He chuckled, tucking his hand back around your waist as you slumbered on. "Süße Träume, mein liebe." He whispered, curling around you and letting his eyes fall shut.

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Bleh I wasn't too confident with this one, but I'm trying to clear out my drafts so I pushed it out. Hope yall like it! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 🥰

[fedcrypt]

ahh!! thank you so much for the angel/angelus hcs! you mentioned you could explain some more in another post? if you did i would absolutely love that!! almost no one writes for btvs especially angel/angelus so i’ve been rereading the same fics over and over again 😭 you’re so incredibly talented. your hcs had me kicking my feet. thank you so much and i hope you’re having an amazing day/week. stay safe & i’m sending you so much love. thank you again. <3

XOXO, CHESHIRE — YOU’RE KICKING AND GIGGLING YOUR FEET?! IM DOING THE SAME!! literally nobody loves angel and angelus like i do 😭😭 and i’m so glad you’re like me! also the compliment ohmygoodness 🙈 i’m crying i love you sm! thank you my lil crow <3

WRITING WARNINGS : mentions of abuse (his father &. his relationship with darla), dark / evil thoughts, stalking and delusional behavior, hallucinations, sexist thoughts (as he’s a vampire 200+ years old so like come on he was around that time- he eventually learns his lesson), physically assault as in like fighting terms, and i think that’s it? idunno tell me if there’s more and i missed them!

okay so i headcanon that back when he was human — back as liam, he had those murderous thoughts that angelus later acted upon. especially with how cruel his father was to his mother, he wanted to absolutely murder his father for the way he acted towards her. liam was a total mama’s boy, in fact, i have so many headcanons about her too plus i named her in my mind but y’all don’t wanna hear about that 😭🫶🏻! but liam was so much of a mama’s boy that he took on the name, angelus, when he had been re-born as a vampire solely because that had been the name that his mother originally wanted to name him but his father had chosen liam.

the reason why liam was so bad and terrible to those when he was human, happened to be due to the fact that his mother had died when he was young. which had left him with his utterly cruel father and so he built up walls to protect himself, turning himself worse than his own father to the point where his father hated him as much as he hated his own late wife. he learned from his father that women were simply objections of his own pleasure and so he, in more modern terms, became a fuckboy.

liam had been so desperate to constantly have a woman in his bed that he began stalking the women that worked at the brothels whenever they would go home. he had believed they were his and his only to mess with, to break and claim. the women who worked at the brothels seemed to love it when it came from him only, considering how heavenly handsome he was born. that was one of the many topics of which he had physically fought his father upon — quickly having his left shoulder broken by his old man for being caught stalking women.

only a few months later after that, he had found darla. the pretty little blonde whom found him at a brothel one night and decided that he shall be hers. so darla had followed him as he followed the women around to their homes, watching as he saw them undress themselves and mutter remarks about how the women were his.

darla then later tricked him into that alleyway under the disguise that she had seen that his women were being manhandled by someone other than him which had him murderous. he began speaking quite loudly and sounded delusional as he told darla all of which he would do to the women who had betrayed him, how he would tear them apart piece by piece and watch as their blood would cascade down the brick of the alleyway. not realizing in his anger how once they had gotten to the alleyway that the women weren’t there and darla had him pressed against the brick, quick to drink his own blood and give him her own as well before his heart gave out on him.

upon waking up from his grave with darla by his side, he had long forgotten his human name already as his soul had already morphed yet he had a form of hallucination when he had awoke for the first time, crawling out of his grave before he had seen darla near him. he had envisioned a pretty woman with a motherly figure and soft yet firm eyes gently smiling down at him with a soft call of angelus. which had lead the vampire to believing that was his name and the only memories that he vaguely had of his human life was how cruel he was to women and his father’s abuse — leading his first kill to be his very own father.

as he had sunk his teeth into his father and drank him dry, while hearing his heart slowly stop beating, he had simultaneously heard a soft call from the same woman who had given him the name of which he goes by claiming that she was proud of him. that had pushed him further into killing his father and then his father’s friends who had blissfully unaware walked into his childhood home ready to pull his father away for a round of drinks.

angelus later on began playing those mental games with his victims due to his own auditory hallucinations of that woman’s voice that played her own games with his mind. something that angel would learn very much later on happened to be his own mother from beyond the grave. again i could do so many headcanons on her and lowkey wanna add her to this blog ohmygoodness 😭

when angelus had gone away and gotten his soul back, his human memories and vampire memories had collided, they mashed and came rushing back to him sending him crumbling down as the gypsy escaped for her dear life after cursing him. while he was figuring out his surroundings before darla would come back to find him after the gypsy woman fled, he had seen the same older woman that he did when he died. oh angel my dear boy the woman would claim as she moved towards him and held his face in her hands seeming like she was trying to help eliminate his pain that settled in his brain. though before he could reply or do anything else, darla had returned and we all know what happened with that.

angel would then spend years, before finding buffy, holding on for dear life and trying to do his best to save others but still had that stupid mindset of having barriers built up around him leading him to what had occurred at the hotel. the reason that he kept to himself in the 50s was because he wasn’t alone. the more he kept drinking the blood in those little vials, the more he would keep hallucinating his own mother who would watch out for him and she was the only reason he got out of the hotel.

okay once again gonna stop because i feel like ima make a whole ass novella out of these headcanons and i feel like it’ll be ✨insane✨for me to do it 🤭

[lieutenantn]

The Shy Boy

Note: I posted this a few months ago on Ao3, and only the link here, but I decided to post the whole thing here as well. Feedbacks are much appreciated! Life got in the way, so I decided to close this down on Ao3 as a one chapter thingy, but I really want to make this a series. I have ideas, I just need to sort out my life a bit more first...

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50082223

Relationships: Choi Jongho x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Reader is a singer as well, Reader Is Older, Only a year older than the oldest, Strangers to Lovers, Soju consumption, Kissing, They are a little drunk but not that drunk, Arguing about video games, About LoL, I play LoL but not an expert, are the tags okay?, idunno, Friends to Lovers?...

Summary:

As a foreign singer you got involved with The Ateez boys to shoot a series of games and challenges (like they always do that with kpop groups in Korea, as we know), and you caught the eye of none other then the maknae of the group. Is he really as shy as he looks like first...?

It wasn’t an unusual thing for k-pop groups to shoot a series. A series which is full of games, challenges and which the members partake in. The staff usually rent out a place, a house for them to stay in while the shooting lasts, generally for a few days, or maybe a week. 

What was unusual though, is this new project that some companies decided to participate in. They wanted to open up for foreign artists, maybe for possible future projects, songs, and to just encourage the fans outside of Korea to get involved with their groups more. This is how you found yourself in Korea. You were an up-and-coming artist, relatively still new in the industry, but one of the main things that you just loved talking about was your love for kpop music. That is why you got chosen, you weren’t entirely unfamiliar with anything. You also happened to know some stuff about Ateez. You liked their music, and a part of your fans who were also fans of them gave you a few crucial pieces of information about the boys. So you weren’t entirely unprepared.

Still, the first introduction was less of a success and more of you just embarrassing yourself. You were a little bit starstruck by their presence, your introvert self came shining through the confident wall you originally wanted to build up. You even tripped over some of your words, but they were very sweet towards you. Even though you knew them, their names and some basic information, and they also knew about you a bit, your name, your songs which was a very heartwarming surprise, you guys still introduced yourselves formally as well. Although you were older than them, only a year older than their oldest member, it didn’t feel like that at all.

You also knew that their youngest member wasn’t that big of a being-in-the-center person, but he seemed even more shy than the fans described him, and as you saw him in some videos. He still introduced himself to you, and after that went awfully quiet. What you didn’t notice is that his hyungs took a note of that too…

After some briefing about what is going to happen for the next few days, the plans where to go, what games you are going to play and so on, you went into another bigger room at the company’s building where the staff with their cameras were already set up. You were going to play a little game for a starter, to make it easier for you and for the boys to get more comfortable around each other. You played some ball games, football, basketball. Sometimes in teams, sometimes on your own. The boys got very competitive, very quickly. You on the other hand were just trying your best. You did get some points, so no complaining.

At one point you were divided into 2 teams, and you got into the same team with Jongho. After your turn and collecting some more points, you happened to flop down next to him when it was the other team’s time to put on a show. You were really impressed by the maknae, although he was very competitive, he was very talented too.

-You are very good at this! - you turned to him and went to pat his leg but you froze midair for a second. You remembered what your fans said to you: he didn’t like skinship. You immediately formed a fist from your hand and looked at him like you originally wanted to fistbum him.

-Thank you… - Jongho answered sheeplesly with light rosy cheeks, but accepted your hand.

Small steps, you thought. You didn’t know yet what to think about him. He was loud around his hyungs, smiling and laughing, and awfully reserved around you. But you just met not long ago, it must have been that. You tried not to think about the fact that maybe he disliked you and this whole idea, to bring a stranger close to them, even if for just a few days.

The staff didn’t prepare a lot of things for today, mainly wanted to shoot this game, and then you can go back to the dorm. When you got to the cars you wanted to stay back so the guys could sit however they usually do. You tried not to disturb their habits as much as possible. It’s true that you were staying with them, but that didn’t mean that you had to be in the middle of everything and be involved in every little thing of theirs. Somehow though, they managed to sit in a way that there was only one seat left in one of the cars, and that was next to Jongho. You fidgeted for a second.

-Come on, we have to show you around in the dorm and show you your room. - called out Hongjoong for you.

-Aye aye, Captain. - you said with a deep breath and climbed into the car.

-I liked that, keep calling me that. - he answered with a laugh and winked at you.

You smiled back at him and nodded, noted.

You still weren’t sure how the youngest felt about you, so you tried your best not to make contact in the crowded vehicle. But you did bunk your knees into him at one of the turns on the road. You whipped your head to say sorry but he was looking out of the window, like he didn’t even feel it. You immediately pulled back your leg as much as you could, even if it was not that comfortable, and turned back to your side as well. And then hit him again slightly with your knee. And again. On the fourth time you felt a hand grabbing your knee and pulling it to steady it. You looked down and saw Jongho’s hand on your leg as he was keeping it close to his leg, but he still wasn’t looking at you. He kept it there for a few seconds, then pulled his hand back into his lap. You figured he was okay with you touching him. The remaining parts of the car journey was uneventful, only the boys behind you were silently pointing at and talking about what just happened between their new friend and their baby brother. They were keeping a close eye on you two, without getting caught about it.

Back at the dorm the Captain showed you around, kitchen, livingroom, all the common rooms, and lastly: your bedroom. It was more than you could ask for: a big bed, a bigger wardrobe, and your own bathroom with everything you need. You were thankful for that: less potential awkward situations. Hongjoong left you to settle in. You unpacked some of your stuff, clothes into the wardrobe, toothbrush into the bathroom.

You just finished when you heard shouting from the living room. You changed into some navy sweatpants and a black shirt then went to investigate the noises. When you opened the door you saw Jongho exited his room as well. You were room-neighbours. Great. He looked at you confused.

-Noises?

-Noises.

You both nodded then headed towards the others. In the middle of the room, on the floor there were Yeosang and Wooyoung trying to put together a huge Jenga Tower. The younger looked at the two of you when you entered.

-Ah, thank God, can you help us? - he asked, looking at you for a second but immediately took a double turn. He looked you up and down then started grinning.

-What is it? - you asked, confused. Maybe you shouldn't have changed?...

-Look, you’re matching. - he said, while gesturing at you and Jongho with one of the bricks in his hand.

You looked down at yourself, turned to the man next to you and as you looked up at him you realised what the other one meant: navy pants, black shirt.

-I guess we both have good taste. - you answered, looking back at him confidently.

-You’re right. - he laughed, but you also heard a slight chuckle next to you. You turned and saw Jongho smiling to himself.

That made you smile as well. Small steps. Also, you could get used to that sound, you found his chuckle adorable. But you immediately blushed with your own thoughts, so you decided that it was time to help build that Jenga…

Eventually everyone joined to play with the four of you, making it again: a competition. After some shouting and throwing around bricks, Seonghwa became the one who lost, and with that the one who will pay for the diner. 

-We could go to that restaurant where we always go. - jumped up San, still a little hyped because of the game.

-The one with that roasted, spicy chicken?

-That’s the one.

-We always go out to eat on the first night when we start to shoot a new series. - Hongjoong explained to you quietly.

-Really? What a nice tradition. - you smiled at him, but it got you thinking. Maybe you should stay at home and cook a little meal for yourself. You were a guest, but it was their tradition, a team tradition.

-I think I’m going to stay home. - you called out when everyone got up.

-Why? You don’t like chicken?

-Of course I like chicken, but this is your thing. I’ll be fine, I’ll cook something.

-Are you sure? We would be happy if you came with us…

-I’m sure. It’s okay, we will have time to dine together. - you said with a confident smile.

-Alright. If this is what you want… - the Captain still wasn’t convinced.

-It is. Now go, you look hungry. - you laughed a little.

The team smiled at you then went to gather around what they needed, and changed if they wanted to.

You retreated to your room. This was going to be a fun few days. The boys were a little lot to you, but in the best way. You have already felt very welcomed, and were hoping for this feeling to become even better. You were debating in silence what to eat when you heard Hongjoong shouting.

-We’re leaving! Gonna be back in a few hours, don’t wait for us!

-Okay, have fun, take care! - you shouted from your room, and heard the door open and close.

Sitting on your bed you figured you should check what’s in the fridge and then decide what you could make out of it. When you went into the kitchen you saw someone sitting at the table playing on their phone.

-You? You didn’t go?

-Wasn’t in the mood… - Jongho answered quietly - and didn’t want to leave you alone either. I can help you cook, I know some stuff… - he looked at you questioningly.

This man.

-Okay. - you nodded, a little flustered because of the suggestion.

You quietly looked around in the kitchen and after some bantering you settled on some noodles and sesame chicken. You were a big fan of Chinese cuisine, so you were confident you could make it happen, even with a handsome man standing next to you, looking at your every move. You put on some water and spread out the vegetables.

-Can you help me cut these up?

-Yes.

As he passed behind you, you felt a hand brushing your back ever so slightly. You tensed up for a second, but didn’t look at him. You were glad you didn’t cut off any of your fingers at that moment. After Jongho finished cutting up the onions he directly continued with the carrots. You were stirring the noodles in their water when you turned to the boy next to you who was just about to touch his face. Without thinking you immediately grabbed his wrist. He looked at you surprised.

-I didn’t hear you washing your hands.

-…so?

-You were cutting onions.

-But I just wanted to move my hair out of my eyes…?

An “Oh” formed on your lips and you let go of him, slightly blushing for making an awkward situation. Again, great. You heard a slight chuckle.

-But thank you. - you looked at him smiling at you. Why is he so cute?

You turned back to your noodles like it was the most fascinating thing to look at them being cooked.

The rest of the cooking process went by silently, and when you put everything on the table the maknae took out some soju from the fridge, because “Soju goes well with everything”. You both looked at your creations proudly and dug in.

-So… - Jongho broke your silence eating after a few minutes - …what are your hobbies? Besides singing and dancing on a stage…

-I like reading…writing… listening to songs from other artists… the usual stuff… playing video games..

-Oh? - his eyes instantly perked up and it looked like his ears too.

-You play as well? - you smiled at him getting excited.

-Whenever I can. What games do you play?

-I like story based games mainly. I’m not a good gamer, but I still like to play competitive games every now and then as well…

-I like those too. Do you know LoL?

Now you were the one who perked up.

-Yes!... But I’m horrible at it… I have my moments but… No serious gameplay over here… - you shook your head slightly, giggling at yourself.

-You can’t be that bad… Well, you can’t be as good as me either, but I’m sure you can play… - he raised an eyebrow, looking at you a little mischievously.

-Oh yeah? What champs you’re playing? - the soju started to work.

-I play different ones like… Lee Sin… Viego… - he trailed off - how about you?

-I prefer ADCs… MF, Teemo…

-Khm-noob-Khm… - he said suddenly, faking a cough, waiting for a reaction. Your hand stopped midair with your chopsticks, mouth slightly open.

-…excuse me?

The next thing you knew the food was gone, you both were two bottles soju in, you were sitting on the kitchen counter while he was sitting on the top of the table. The argument of Which champ is better and What type of players play the different champions got way more serious than it originally started out.

-You can’t play jump-in characters because of your lack of reflexes…

-…did you just call me old indirectly?

-…maybe… perhaps… - he looked at you grinning before downing another shot.

-Alright, now you’re getting personal, I see. Listen here, kiddo, just because I’m older that doesn’t mean I have worse reflexes than you. Also, yes I am the older one, where is your respect, huh? - you answered acting like you got offended, but it wasn’t believable due to your alcohol level, and both of you knew he was just trying to rile you up. Which was working.

You jumped off and turned your back on him to put down an empty bottle, when you suddenly felt a hand grabbing one of your wrists and pushing you to the wall next to the counter. Jongho pressed you to the wall, hands on it next to your head towering over you.

-What did you just call me, ma’am? - he looked you up and down.

Is this still that shy boy from the afternoon…?

-Why? You’re not a kid? You definitely look like one to me… - you really wanted to sound confident, but your quiet voice was betraying you.

-Do you want me to show you how wrong you are?...

You felt like there was electricity between your bodies. One of your legs slightly trembled when he started to lean in. He didn’t let you break eye-contact. Your lips automatically opened up a little when you felt his breath hitting them. He stopped just a hair's breadth from you like he was giving you a chance to stop this if you wanted to. But you didn’t. When you didn’t move he kissed you. Slowly, patiently. It lasted only a few seconds, but when he pulled back a little, something took over you. Maybe it was the soju or still in the heat of the argument, but you grabbed him by the collar and crushed your lips to him. Before you could register what you just did you felt two hands moving to your butt lifting you up with ease. He pressed you up against the wall with his whole body. Your legs naturally closed around his waist, your hands moved into his red hair. You were just about to moan into his mouth because of the intensity of him kissing you and squeezing your ass at the same time, when the door to your dorm flew open.

-WE ARE…back? - a shocked Mingi looked at the two of you as you whipped your heads in the direction of the open door, breaking the makeout session.

Seven pairs of eyes were looking at you, and just as you were in the middle of wishing for the ground to open up under you and the fire of Hell consume you completely, because that would be way more comfortable than being in this situation, Jongho without a word pulled you off the wall and basically run into your room, with you still clinging to him for dear life.

He stood there with you in his arms after kicking the door closed. Then put you down carefully and you saw him being nearly as red in the face as his hair color.

-Listen, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean it… Well, I mean I did mean it but… Didn’t want to… Umm… You know… - he stuttered in front you. You hold his face between your hands.

-Jongho… You’re adorable, it’s okay. - you smiled at him, reassuring him, making his blushing even worse with your comment.

-Would you like to… maybe… grab a coffee tomorrow morning? Before we start the shoot?

-I’d like that, yes!

You were smiling at eachother like teenagers.

-Then… see you in the morning.

-Goodnight Jongho.

-Goodnight, ma’am.

-Alright, listen- - but before you could finish your thought he pulled you in by the back of your neck and kissed one last time that night.

He winked at your flustered expression and hurried out of your room.

Just as he closed your door you heard loud whistling from the others, then a loud bang. Jongho from your room ran into his room. Tomorrow is going to be a long day…

[cardierreh15]

The Guy Next Door

And we are BACK— with a new chapter of The Guy Next Door! I hope you guys enjoy. It’ll be quite the interesting one.

**I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Motivated Violence (Idunno lmao) Fluff ! 💕 Ron being a good baby daddy! 😩🤰🏾

Description: Netty meet’s Ronan’s best friend, Harry for the first time.

Pairings: Henry Cavill (Ronan-POV) x Black!plus size Female (Amunet)

Special Appearances: Thomas Doherty (Harry)

Word Count:

Chapter 8: Birds of a feather …

‘Are you ready?’ His deep, soothing voice brought her out of her blank daydream. It had been 4 weeks since their break up and this was the first time she saw him in person. He would call every day while he was on lunch, and at night before he went to bed. She had made it evident that she didn’t want him near unless she was ready.

Today, she was more than ready.

She blinked her honey brown eyes and looked over at him as his large fist clutched the steering wheel.

It was safe to say she missed him. FaceTime calls never did Justice when she wanted to be able to touch and smell him. It ached her core to force him away, but he had to know she was serious.

‘I am.’ Netty gave him a gentle smile and let out a gentle sigh as he backed out of the driveway.

Ronan looked over at her for a moment and returned the heart warming smile. There was so much he wanted to say to her… so much he wanted to do.

Being in her presence made his entire world gleam, and his soul glow with sheer joy. He didn’t know if it was the pregnancy rubbing off of him that made him so emotional. But he’d already stopped killing because he wanted to be better for her and the baby. He was in love with her.

***

The couple had just walked into Target. Ronan was stuffing his wet umbrella in a umbrella bag when she skirted off towards the bright red buggies. His eyebrows tugged into one.

A gleam of a smile spread across Netty’s face.

‘Netty? I thought we were getting only a few things. Why not use a little basket?’ He said with a gentle smirk curling on his lips, gently shoving her hands off of the handle.

‘Well,’ she looked up at him, ‘I lied.’

‘Hmph.’ He scoffed.

‘Now, let’s go look at the baby section!’ She squeaked, wrapping her small hands around his firm bicep and gave him a gentle tug.

Ronan let out a soft chuckle, ‘oh man. What did I get myself into?’ He mumbled to himself as he began to follow her towards the baby section of the store.

Netty gasped at the sight of the tiny 3-piece set and damn near snatched the whole rack down. ‘Ronnie! Wook at it!’ She looked up from the adorable and tiny outfit.

Ronan chuckled, ‘Aw! That is so cute!’ He carefully took the clothes into his large hands. He felt like a giant! As if he tugged this thing a certain way, he’d rip it apart. It was in that moment that it really set in for him.

‘Wow… it’s… it’s so… tiny.’

His thumb and index finger gently caressed the cotton, his head falling to the side in admiration.

Then he looked up at her.

A sweet smile curled on his lips.

‘I’m really gonna be a dad!’ He scoffed as he looked back down at the onesies.

She walked around the cart and linked her arm in with his before she looked up at him. ‘You are.’

Ronan looked down at Netty with a small smirk before speaking, ‘Hey Netty, I—‘

‘Ron?’

Amunet looked back to see a tall male standing behind them with a box of diapers beneath one arm and a small basket packed with baby pacifiers and bottles.

Ronan recognized that voice anywhere! He swiftly turned around to see Harry standing before the both of them. ‘Hey! What are you doing out here?’ He asked in a slightly confused manner.

Harry stayed on the opposite side of town. And he hated to ride around in his pretty little Audi in Florida traffic. He kept it as local as possible.

‘Oh! Nothing just doin’ a lil’ shoppin’. I heard you guys were having a baby and I decided to come get somethings.’

Ronan’s face turned up in confusion. Eyebrows knitting into one, lips curling in a confused grimace. Something wasn’t right.

He never told Harry that Amunet was pregnant.

‘Oh! That’s so nice of you! Thank you!’ Netty grinned happily.

‘Of course! Anytime! Oh, I’m … Harry—‘ he placed the box on the floor, ‘by the way.’ He reached out for an handshake.

Ronan’s deep blue orbs, glanced down at his hand before they flickered back to his face.

‘I’m Amunet. You can call me Netty though.’ She said with a smile, placing her hand in his and gave him a firm shake.

‘Netty. It’s such a pleasure. Ronan’s told me all about you. His tales aren’t sufficient— you are stunning!’ He complimented.

Ronan never took his eyes off of him. He was impatient and suspicious.

‘Awww, that’s—‘

‘Harry? A word please?’ The glare he held on Harry’s face was … unusual.

Harry and Amunet looked from one another towards Ronan.

‘Ron?’ Netty said in a bit of concern, ‘Are you OK?’

He looked down at Netty and gave her a smile in reassurance, ‘I’m fine. Hey, take some time to look at something’s for the baby. I just remembered I had to talk to Harry about something.’

‘Are you sure?’ She asked in worry.

‘I’m sure.’

Harry’s eyebrows tugged into one in his own confusion. ‘Whatever you have to say, I’m sure you can say it in front of Netty.’ He raised a brow, the confused look instantly being replaced with a sinister glare.

‘No…’ Ronan bit back, ‘It is work related.’

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek before glancing at Netty, ‘Duty calls I suppose.’ He chuckled before shrugging and scooping up the box of diapers. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Netty. I’ll see you soon.’ Then he gave her a friendly smile.

‘As it was you, Harry! Take care!’ She said somewhat confused but masked it with a clueless chuckle.

Ronan walked past him in a hurry and Harry rolled his eyes following him. Once he’d noticed Ron was walking out the door, he placed the basket and the box of diapers down before taking a mental note of where he left it.

Ronan paced back and forward in front of his car with his hands on his hips.

‘OK Mr. Moody pants. What’d I do now?’ Harry’s voice had a bit of humor in it.

‘How’d you know Netty was pregnant? What are you doing on this side of town?’

Harry made a face, raising a brow in confusion. ‘You don’t recall? You told me this a few days ago!’

The puzzled male shook his head as he turned around to look at his friend. ‘I didn’t. I’m careful with these kinds of things. Netty is still in the first trimester so why do you feel like I would’ve told you and not even my own parents?’

Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes, ‘Look, you are seriously buggin’ from the lack of sleep you’re getting.’

Ronan grit his teeth together so hard, he could’vshattered them, ‘Answer the question! How did you find out?!’

Harry looked at his friend before an unexpected, sudden laugh fell from his lips, ‘Haven’t you learned? I find out— everything.’ He looked away before sighing, ‘Besides, you’re not spending time with me anymore and it’s becoming a bit lonely, Ronniieeee.’

He pressed his lips together, swallowing his spit as he glanced at the random people that walked on by; giving them a fake friendly smile. Ronan then leaned in, ‘I told you I’m done with that shit. Look, I’m trying with Amunet. I’m in love with her!’

‘In love?!’ Harry questioned raising his brow before another sinister laugh left his chest. It caused Ronan to jump slightly.

‘In love?! You only met her 9 months ago! She’s a fucking distraction and she’s getting in the way of our playtime!’ Harry argued, poking Ron in his firm chest.

‘Harry, you’ve completely lost it and you need to seek immediate help.’

‘Oh well if it isn’t the pot calling the kettle black! Since when did you become fucking Dr. Phil?!Look, Netty is real pretty… real fine. I just would hate for something to happen to her.’ He said nonchalantly with a shrug.

Ronan picked his head up to look at Harry. Oh he was angry. He snatched him up by his shirt and shoved him against his car. ‘Is that a threat?!’ He gritted his teeth once more.

‘Oh no my dear friend… that—‘ Harry shoved Ronan off of him, ‘Is in fact a promise.’

Ronan’s eyebrows tugged into one. He was livid but he just took a deep breath, ‘Fine…. What is it that you want.’ He said in a hiss.

‘I want you to meet me at my place tonight. I have a arts and crafts idea of y’all’s “Head” of Neighborhood Watch. Be there at 9. Don’t be late. Or I’ll just simply tell Netty that you’ve gone killing again.’

‘You take her as a fool. She won’t believe you.’

‘Well she doesn’t trust you… she’d believe a stranger first before your lying ass.’

Harry had a point there. And that just made his chest hurt.

‘Again. You best be on time lover boy!’ He called out as he began to back away.

***

Ronan walked back inside of the Target with his mind racing. It was like he was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. But he wanted her and their unborn baby to be safe.

He found her snuggling up against a tiny pink onesie with red hearts scattered all around it. ‘Hey! You’re back!’

‘I am,’ he gave her a smile before looking in the cart. She had almost everything in that damn thing. ‘I see you’ve went to work while I was gone. And quick too!’ He chuckled.

‘Yeeeeah. I couldn’t help it!’ She giggled as she placed the small little piece of cloth in the buggie.

‘Well, that’s alright,’ he said placing a kiss on her head, ‘I told you to grab anything you wanted for our baby. Honestly, this is nothing compared to what I thought you would’ve done.’ He snickered. His mood was instantly shifted once again. She had such an positive effect on him. And he loved it.

Amunet sighed, looking up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes, ‘Our baby… our little baby.. such a nice ring to it right?!’

‘Yeah.. our baby.’ He repeated happily.

***

They’d been back at her place for some time now and they were spending sometime looking, and feeling the baby clothes. ‘I just can’t wait til they get here…’ he smiled rubbing her slightly rounded belly, ‘can’t wait to hold my baby girl!’ The thought of him having a little princess made Netty’s heart ache. She didn’t care what they had, just as long as they were healthy.

The room grew quiet for a moment as his mind slipped back to the conversation he and Harry had earlier. ‘Netty?’ He paused for a second, allowing her time to answer him.

‘Hmm?’

‘Do you trust me?’

Amunet looked over at him with a gentle smile, her head falling to the side slightly, ‘Well, you can be sneaky… but the amount of support that you’ve been giving me over the past month and a half… it’s safe to say that you have earned my trust back.’

Ronan sat up with a delighted smile returning to his face, ‘Seriously? You really do?!’

Amunet giggled out loud, ‘Of course,’ she reached across and placed her hand on his thigh, ‘You earned it.’

The smile he wore only grew larger and he just took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. ‘You have no idea how good that feels.’ He cackled.

She smiled softly, her head falling to the side as she watched him just combust with emotion and happiness. This was probably the happiest she ever seen him.

‘Hey?’ He said as he brought her feet up and started to subconsciously massage one of them.

‘What’s up?’

‘Could I possibly… stay over tonight? Like I think it’s—‘

‘Ron.’ Netty said, her face unimpressed.

He stopped in his tracks like a damn deer in head lights.

‘Of course you can stay!’ She giggled, giving him a playful smack on his arm. ‘You don’t have to ask!’

He sighed in relief, ‘Well I wasn’t sure if you still wanted your space.’

Netty felt touched by the comment and placed her hands on top of her chest, ‘Aw. That’s really thoughtful! Well, … to be honest—‘ she looked off to the side, sinking her pretty teeth into her bottom lip.

‘What’s on your mind?’ Ronan asked.

It grew quiet for a moment before she waved her hand and shook her head, ‘Nooo, no. It’s silly. Forget I even mentioned it—‘

‘Oh you’re not shutting me out. Tell me.’ He said softly, his eyes were gentle and welcoming.

She stared over at him for a moment before swallowing her spit. ‘Well, I—‘ she sighed softly, ‘It’s been hard… this whole break up. We went from spending time together every day to… me not wanting to see you… and with good reason.’ He muttered the last part before breaking into an awkward laugh. ‘I just… want us back… I miss you.’

The air grew thick with emotions. He felt guilty about the conversation he and Harry had earlier that day. But he also felt content and happy, knowing he had a second chance to redeem himself.

‘C’mere.’ He said leaning over and placed a tender kiss on her lips. Suddenly, he remembered what he’d been missing. Her soft, plump lips that taste of honey.

He then broke the kiss and rest his forehead against hers. ‘I miss you too.’

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

We ggot Kads and Ino so we gotta have Vince and Johnny boy, I don't make the rules, the prophecy must be complete.

Hahahah! Fair enough! And I love writing these!

NOTES/WARNINGS! Non-yan-characters written as yan! yandere behavior, duh. uhm uh idunno that stuff yeah Both images by @//PulmaHitaMikkie on Twitter hardly proofread TWO IN ONE!!! WHOOO!!! sorry this took so long I've been busy with other things and have been trying to do this in my freeer time

YAN!VINCENT X READER

Yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ ⱼᵤₛₜ ₜₕₑ ₚₑᵣ𝒻ₑ𝒸ₜ ₘᵤₛₑ…

Vincent has always been secluded. He didn't think about having a lover, really only about how he'd keep the family line going when he didn't really think adopting would have that "Musical gene" going.

Meeting you did make him think about finding a lover, though. But not really about keeping the line going.

You were the only person that made him even consider love.

And he liked that.

He liked the flutter he felt in his chest when he spoke with you, when you were just a bit too close, when you took interest in his playing, or asked him to teach you.

He liked it...

too much.

He wanted to stay with you. He wanted you to stay with him. But he knew it wasn't very gentlemanly to be weird about it, so he did his best to tone down his feelings for you, at least until you two got together. That was the plan.

Now, like normal, we'll go two ways with this.

1: He's still in the game.

Him and John are the only two in the group that aren't aware of the game, so this makes finding things out about you a bit harder. He talked to Ashino about you and how he wished you two could be with each other, and Ashino helps him out.

Vincent can finally hear you better, and has done what he can to make you be with him more often by getting Ashino to set up more dates for him!

aka Ashino made more routes, and made more ways for you and Vincy to hang! aw! Thanks, Ash!

Ashino only did this so you wouldn't go on his date and if you did, you would hopefully leave him alone for a second.

2: You're both in the same plane of existence. (doesn't matter how.)

Being secluded, he didn't go out much. But when he did, he often saw you as you were new to Glory and wanted to look around.

He liked seeing you when he went out. You stood out from glory in his eyes, as he knew what it was like to be different since he was quite the sore thumb in town, and everyone was a bit... bright to him.

Seeing you made him go out more often, just seeing you and sometimes speaking with you made him interested. every time he saw and spoke with you, he only wanted to see you more, just to find out more.

After a while, he grew closer with you and started to fall for you.

And he fell HARD.

You were one of the only people that could touch him, or go in his house, and, dare I say, touch and mess with his piano?

The longer you stayed at his home, the better his day was, the better his week was, the better his year was.

He constantly thought about you and maybe having a family with you. He felt he could trust his body with you, and you wouldn't do anything to hurt or disrespect him.

Once you two got together, that's when he started to let you hug and touch him more, even if he was still so flustered by it, but it felt like a good fluster to him. A type of fluster he loved to feel.

He finally made that love song, and it was all about you. It had some vocal parts, yes, but its notes make him think about you so vividly he'd start to play a completely different song... so let's just say, he's made quite a few songs for you.

and he can't help it.

Yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ ⱼᵤₛₜ ₜₕₑ ₚₑᵣ𝒻ₑ𝒸ₜ ₘᵤₛₑ…

YAN!JOHN/MAX X READER

i am NOT doing Max. that's just his name.

ᵗʰᵉʸ ₐ𝒸𝒸ₑₚₜₛ ᵧₒᵤ. ᵇᵘᵗ ᵢ ₙₑₑ𝒹 ᵧₒᵤ.

John knew Mama wanted him to find a mate soon, but he didn't know. He didn't really want to focus on love, and he put it on the back burner for so long, as he found that if he tried, he would most likely be dragged away from the bears he lives with, and if not careful, they could get hurt.

Now, let's go our 2 paths, shall we?

1: He's still part of the game.

He was glad to have some company in the forest! and while he found you a bit strange (And you found him odd as well), he felt a spark!

He loved talking with you and showing you the forest. He just wishes he could spend more time with you and find out more about you so you two could bond more.

Every time he saw you after you got lost, he felt rhythmic, and he liked it. He liked the known flow, but he also felt a sit-down and talk.

Yes, the game did break by him doing this and you not having your script to talk with.

Our man Ashino came up with a quick plan and did what he could patch the game back together with tape so he wouldn't fall through the giant hole in his living room.

Now you can talk with John through free speech!.... how lovely!

even if John made Ino almost piss himself.

2: you're both in the same plane of excistance

This grass eater(/loving) Is.. he doesn't know.

I mean you got lost, he has to help you buttt...

what's stopping him from picking you p?

Holds that urge in while he shows you around and eventually gets you out of the reserve.

He starts to leave the reserve more or tries to spend more time with you when you get lost after your first meeting. He takes a while to bring up the fact that Mama wants him to get a mate, but if you accept he's honestly surprised you just took up that offer so quick. But if not, he will be a bit butt-hurt.

Won't force it on you, but will try to strengthen the bond, and will forever leave you alone about it if you're Asexual or just not interested.

if you're just not interested...

He may leave the reserve to see you more.

If you stop going there altogether, he may get needy.

The next time you go, you're a bit stuck with him for a little bit, as he starts to beg for you to stay. It hurts him to act this way, but if he must, he will.

"Please..."

"ᵗʰᵉʸ ₐ𝒸𝒸ₑₚₜₛ ᵧₒᵤ. ᵇᵘᵗ ᵢ ₙₑₑ𝒹 ᵧₒᵤ.

[radio-isnot-dead]

"Back with more doodles Alastor sir!" They can't help feeling a little anxious considering they only draw as a fun side gig so they aren't that experienced. Still, he asked and they would deliver!"

"This one's just a little warm up sketchy thing. I tend to draw things in a more cutesy cartoony art style." :3

"And then ya said you wanted something like how I see ya? That one's got two answers. Ya got the obvious stuff like being absolutely charming, polite, extremely well composed regardless of the situation, idk everything about you is pretty cool to me! You can kill anyone in the blink of an eye and or simply make their entire exsistance worse just by wanting to mess with em! It's very entertaining~ Honestly, I believe you to be the strongest overlord in all of Hell!"

They look down hesitantly, playing with a sleeve. "B-but I also enjoy the little soft moments I've seen every now and again. A-and it's not like it mkes you any less of a menace! But I like seeing you enjoy yourself I guess? I-Idunno it's just think it's really really cool that you can go from the scariest thing ever to just a little guy in two seconds..."

"T-there will be others but this is what I have so far." Admittedly, they're been anxious about sharing the last part but they were nothing if not honest. Especially to those they liked so they took the risk anyways.

An amused expression covers his face as he goes through the drawings you made of him.

"You are so flattering dear!"

"and thank you for being honest about how you truly see me."

He pet the bunnies head and went of to leave.

[written-by-jayy]

Whumpcember, day 1: Fever

From this prompt list

CW: Fever, Vague references to past trauma, fluff

Word count: 1,594

Characters: Rowan= caretaker, Adam= whumpee, Grayson= coworker/friend, Darren= Boss/mentor

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Rowan noticed something was wrong, the moment Adam walked through the door of their shared dorm room.

It wasn't unusual for Adam to be exhausted after a long shift, but this seemed different. Rowan observed how his eyes seemed to be looking into space, his breathing came in short, shallow breaths, and his movements were slow. Even his "Oh, hey," seemed slow and slurred.

But Rowan kept his concerns to himself for now. No need to make Adam stress more about being a 'burden'. He'd just have to keep a close eye on his roommate for the time being.

"What do you mean 'oh, hey'? I told you this morning that I'd be back early..." Rowan tested.

Adam stared blankly at him for a few moments, "You did?"

"Yeah. Whatever, how was work?"

Adam set his bag down and took his shoes off. Finally snapping out of his trance, "I'm so sorry Rowan, I must've forgotten. You're not mad, right?"

"Of course I'm not. You're alright. Anything interesting with work?" He repeated.

"Oh, right," Adam shuffled his way to the chair across from Rowan and sat, "work was alright I guess. Pretty slow, which was nice. Grayson was in a good mood. Wouldn't say why though..."

"Interesting. Glad work was okay. You want dinner?"

"Sorry, but I'm not very hungry... I just wanna sleep right now."

"What have you eaten today?"

A pause

"Milk...?"

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Adam smiled shyly and looked down at his feet.

“Sooo. What do you want?”

“Oh, um… idunno,” he shrugged.

“If you don’t pick something, I’m just gonna make some soup,” Rowan’s tone had become unintentionally harsh and blunt. He hadn’t noticed until he saw the wetness of Adam’s eyes when they made eye contact again. He had been trying to keep the worry out of his voice but ended up over compensating.

“Th- sure, uh that sounds good. I’m sorry,” great, Rowan thought as Adam stumbled over his words. Now he’s sick and upset.

“Adam you really don’t have anything to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be sorry for talking to you like that. I didn’t mean to sound so rude,” he explained

Adam cleared his throat, “No, I was being frustrating to you… soup is good. I just don’t want you to go through the effort of making me food if I’m only going to eat half of it.”

“We can save any leftovers for tomorrow.”

Adam nodded. Rowan got up and went to the kitchen to start the soup.

While Rowan was out of the room, Adam sighed and slouched in the chair. His head was throbbing and his hands were almost as shaky as they were sweaty. He thanked what ever god or deity might be watching that Rowan hadn’t noticed. He closed his eyes and laid his head against the back of the chair.

Several minutes went by like that. Eventually he must’ve fallen asleep, because he was jolted awake by a gentle hand on his sweaty forehead. Tears welled in his eyes and he struggled to calm his breathing as he realized who it was. And he was safe. He was home. No one could hurt him. He was safe.

“I’m so sorry, Adam,” Rowan sat on the floor next to Adam and held his trembling hand, “it’s just me. You’re okay. I didn’t mean to scare you…”

Adam began nodding slowly as he caught his breath, watching Rowan rub small, soothing circles around the back of his hand with his thumb.

“Just wanted to let you know food is ready. You feeling alright?” Rowan cocked his head slightly.

Adam’s eyes widened, “Uhh, I …yeah. I’m fine. Wh-why?” His eyes darted around.

Rowan recognized these signs of unease and anxiety. He really didn’t want cause Adam discomfort but ignoring his illness so far had only proved to let it get worse.

“Adam, I’m gonna check you for a fever. I’m sure it’s nothing but I just want to be safe, okay?”

Adam felt his breathing pick up again, “No, uh that’s f-fine Rowan. I, ngh I’m fine, I sw-swear!” He was suppressing coughs and tears alike.

Poor thing.

Rowan grabbed the thermometer from the drawer of the couches side table, “Addy. Hey, I’m just checking, okay? I don’t want you to suffer if there’s something I can do to help,” he grabbed Adam’s sweaty, shaking hand and tried making eye contact

Adam on the other hand, kept his eyes down, looking at his feet.

“Hey. I want your permission Adam. You have a choice, okay? Can I check your temperature? It’s the new one so I won’t have to touch your forehead with it. That okay? It’s alright if you don’t want to though.”

Adam took a deep breath. In and out. He nodded.

As Rowan held the thermometer up to Adam’s forehead waiting for the beep, he wondered what happened to his friend before they met that could make him so nervous about being sick. He knew it wasn’t the thermometer he was scared of. And based on his past actions and mannerisms, it didn't seem to be sickness itself... So it must be either the acknowledgement or other people knowing that scared him. But why-?

The beep pulled him out of his thoughts. He held it close to his eyes, realizing he had left his glasses upstairs.

102.3

Or was it 102.8?

Hard to tell. But either way it was just as he thought.

He looked at Adam, finally meeting his eyes.

“I’m sorry. Is it bad?” Adam’s hand was still shaking in Rowan’s as his other rubbed his topaz eye and sniffed. His hazel eye held Rowan’s gaze.

“Not too bad. But... you do have a fever…” Rowan was trying to be careful with his wording. When Adam looked away and shrunk back, he stood up, “tell ya what; I’ll dish up the soup — should just be warm by now — and I’ll call Darren and tell him that you’re sick and ask for a few days off for you. And once I’m done with that, I’ll grab us some pillows and blankets and you’ll pick the movie tonight. How does that sound? And you can say no.”

Adam was silent for a few moments, lost in thought. Eventually, he looked back up at Rowan, his freckled cheeks flushed a peachy color and his mismatched eyes still slightly teary.

“You promise it won’t be an issue. I just don’t want-“ he was cut off by a coughing fit.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and continued, “I really don’t want to be a burden and I don’t want to cause more work for you, Darren, or anyone else.”

“I promise, Adam,” Rowan was ecstatic when Adam hadn’t argued, “I’ll go dish us up and call Darren!”

As he headed for the kitchen, Rowan realized the lack of arguing from his roommate might actually not be very good…

Is it that bad? He wondered

He hoped not. He’d just have to keep a close eye on him for now. Because right now, all he could do is try to wait it out. No point in stressing out over a fever and minor cold.

Adam stayed in that position for a few moments after Rowan left. Thinking. Hoping. Wishing.

Thinking about how grateful he was to Rowan for taking care of him, hoping Rowan had meant his promise and would keep it, and wishing he could express his gratitude and happiness.

After a short while, he peeled himself off the soft chair and went to his room. He'd be fast. Rowan wouldn't even notice he was gone. He was just changing his shirt.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he came back out and heard Rowan still in the kitchen, on the phone.

He clumsily and slowly made his way to the sofa. Grabbed the remote and sat down as he scrolled through the 'recommended' tab. He was very bad at making decisions. The whole concept still seemed sort of alien to him.

Eventually, when he heard Rowan say "Thank you! I'll let him know!", followed by the clanking of bowls, Adam hurriedly picked the first thing that caught his eye. After selecting it, he realized it was a cheesy romcom.

So his eyes had chosen violence when they were attracted to the bright colors. He'd suffer then. Unless Rowan didn't like this.

"Oooh, that's a good one! A nice comfort movie. Oh and Darren gave you two days off," Assuming you don't get worse. He left that last part out.

"Really? You like it? I've never seen it..."

"Phew, you're in for a mess. It's an oldie. So basically it's so bad that it's good. I hope you like it," Rowan set the bowls on the center table and went to the linen closet, grabbing a few of the fluffiest blankets that they had.

He sat down next to Adam and handed him a blanket.

"Thanks," Adam hit play, wrapped himself in the blanket, and grabbed a bowl of soup

After some time, Rowan felt something on his shoulder. When he looked down, he smiled.

Adam had fallen asleep, leaning his head on Rowan. It was the first time Rowan felt that Adam trusted him fully. It was the best feeling in the world. It made him feel warmer than the soup had.

He grabbed the mostly full soup bowl from Adam's lap and set it on the table. He turned the tv volume down slightly, and eventually, he too fell asleep...

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Chapter 1 pt.2

Author's note: Please, if you have any suggestions for how I could improve this piece, series, or my writing style as a whole, please don't hesitate to give tips. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated! Thanks for reading!

[soup-du-silence]

I think you recently finished amphibia? Any thoughts or impressions to share? I imagine being a few months removed from the loudest of the finale noise may have been helpful or interesting, idunno.

I thought it was overall really very lovely, and I think it was wildly successful every step of the way, from monster of the week goofball season 1 to nonstop plot and action season 3. Not to beat a horse dead for over a year and some change, but it did found family far, far better than a certain other show that tried to sell its cast with the concept of "found" family but really only ever truly dealt with bloodlines and inheritances. I never doubted Anne was a Plantar in the first season, let alone by the end of three, when the Plantars had in turn been adopted by the Boonchuy's. Just excellent stuff all around.

I'm clearly in the minority in that the heart and soul of the show to me was always Sprig and Anne, and I love the frogs more than I like Sasha and Marcy, who took me an enormously long time to warm up to. Sprig is just such a good fucking kid, ugh I love him. I love Hop Pop, I love Polly, I love Ivy, I love Maddie, I love Yunan and Olivia, I love Grime and his relationship with Sasha, I'm very slightly unhinged over the way Andrias falls instantly for Marcy as though she were a kitten falling into his lap. I love mother olm! The amphibians were always just so cool and interesting to me, I think if I'd been there in the thick of it, I'd probably have been annoyed with how obsessed everyone was with the trio when I wanted to see more frogs lol

I LOVE DOMINO.

[tuiyla]

Hey, Happy New Year!! I wish you had been on the Glee fandom back when the show was airing; you'd have encouraged me to try to see things differently with your metas instead of just dismissing every one-shot character or absurd plotline that never went anywhere. You certainly gave me a newfound appreciation for certain chunks of S3 and S4-S6 as a whole. And your fancy gifsets are *chef's kiss* too but I guess they could only exist in the 2020s so thank you (and all the other gifmakers) for being here and keeping the fandom alive with this new giffing style bc it must take so much time and effort to make them look so gorgeous.

So anyway could you please rank the Glee seasons? Based on whatever standard you'd like - personal preference/enjoyment, whether the year was a good one for your faves, the actual writing and whether the plotlines were well-executed, etc.

Hey Anon, Happy New Year to you too! This was such a kind message, thank you so much. To be honest I don't wish I was here then haha just because I know how intense it all was and I would have burned out so quick. And I think we need this distance from the show to be able to analyze it in such ways. But! I'll take the compliment of course and I'm very happy if my ramblings can bring about new perspectives and appreciation. That's more than I could ever ask for.

And thank you for the kind words about giffing, too! It's become my primary way of adding to this fandom recently and it's always nice to see it being appreciated. I still maintain that I only do it because I want to and it's fun, but feedback is nice of course.

On the topic of Glee seasons, well I have a feeling that'd be a different ranking every day so take this as a very fluid list. It's also a mushed-together one because I kinda wanna consider several aspects, my personal enjoyment as well as what we'd call "good writing" in a more, though not completely objective sense. I'm happy if I can encourage appreciation for seasons 4 to 6 if only because it really irks me when people pretend there's a clear-cut divide in quality, though on previous lists I've also ranked the first three first and the later seasons last. So with that in mind, strap in:

Season 2

This is the easiest to decide. Season 2 is that sweet spot, imo, where we still only have three writers and therefore a semblance of consistency but it feels like a larger world with more developed characters than season 1 did. There are issues, sure, and I could go on and on about major gaps in all Glee seasons. But season 2 feels the most like Glee, to me. There's infighting and an overall arc and fun one-off themes and tributes. The focus is still too Finchel heavy and the Wemma drama throughout is meh, but those are general problems in Glee. I feel like, more than any other season after it season two has a beginning, middle, and end, and some of Glee's strongest character arcs. Scratch that, in Kurt and Santana we get the two strongest arcs of the series. And the way Karofsky's story builds on and makes both of these better, chef's kiss. And the whole Glee club feels much more like the dysfunctional family they are and there's more of an effort to include every member. Basically it's my fave and imo, the best, for many reasons. We could get more in-depth with this one day.

After no.1 is where we start going "Idunno" but I'll try to establish a ranking.

2. Season 4

I'm not sure if placing season 4 second feels quite right but ranking the other seasons above it doesn't, either. Look, it's a very flawed season of television. There's a clear shift between the two halves. For the better, but still. Santana took way too long to go to NYC. The most fascinating dynamics happen in two lines of dialogue and then entirely off-screen. The Lima-NYC split was not thought through. But it's by far the season where I can tolerate and even like Finn the most. It's arguably Santana's best. It brought me the newbies, my beloveds. Amazing group numbers. The best the New Directions have ever been as a group. Good one-offs, some crimes against humanity, surprisingly few duds. Will fades more and more into the background, bar wedding drama. No clear direction or purpose but a vibe of ND becoming a new sort of family and the alumni struggling. Waaaay too many characters and the season is worse off because of that but, somehow, it still kinda works. It's a ride.

3. Season 1

Sigh, listen, season 1 is the big struggle for me. If I muster as much objectivity as I can, it's the best-written and generally well-put-together season. Even when the back nine changes direction a bit, it's still a much more cohesive unit than even season 2. It's a good season of television. It's also one I saw all the way back in 2010 and said "uhm, no thanks, that was fine but I don't need more Glee." It's missing that je ne sais quoi, imo, that makes Glee truly great. And maybe truly bad, too, but that's part of the show's appeal and I still find season 1 one of the least engaging whenever I watch it. And there are many reasons, from my infuriation with the disproportion of singing to Finchel shenanigans to Quinn's storyline, and, of course, the lack of Santana. I still rank it in the top 3 just because I can't overlook how strong it is from a purely, this is good TV perspective, but make no mistake it's far from being among my personal faves. Deffo not the one I wanna be rewatching the most. It's so good in some aspects but I know what else Glee can be and yeah, that's messy and makes my blood boil but at least it makes me feel so much more than the Finchel features and Finn-Will bonding moments of season 1. Based on this you might think I should rank it lower. Maybe I should. I think I'm just being so hard on it because I know it's considered to be the best by many and it's just, not that for me. I only put it in the top 3 begrudgingly.

4. Season 3

Season 3 is impossible to rank and I feel bad putting it above season 6 but I can't lie and say it didn't have good stuff. I'm actually really curious to find out what parts of it you appreciate more now because of me haha because I feel like I'm always so hard on season 3. Because it sucks. I hate s3A so much. It pisses me off like no other season. But damn, it has the good stuff too. Some of my favourite GCVs, for starters. Nationals, graduation. All the nostalgia and sting of that. The underdogs winning. The end of an era. So much more Santana. (Soundtrack-wise, anyway.) The Troubletones. What did it cost? Everything, but we got it. There's a clear arc, it just takes a million detours. The most controversial season for me, personally. I wish it never existed. I wish it was so much better. I'm a different person for having witnessed it. Everything wrong with Glee but maybe everything great with it, too. The new writers? Not a great idea. An inevitability. Season 3 is a dumpster fire and quintessential Glee, dare I say even the peak of it in some ways. It makes me wanna choose violence. We should move on.

5. Season 6

Sweetie I'm so sorry for ranking you so low, I'm usually a season 6 defender. It's been too long since I've seen it to confidently be able to say that it's good, though, and it just very much feels like the swan song it is. I'll be completely honest, it's also the lack of Santana for me. Sure, she gets her own arc on the side but I'm not a 100% happy with how they bid her farewell and any given episode of Glee is just way less appealing to me without her in it. But putting the Santana of it all aside, season 6 fully leans into the insanity of Glee in its final season. It's also a breath of fresh air, of postmodernity and a new generation and goodbyes that feel as authentic as they could be at this point. It's... like a post-finale. It's surprisingly real about the concept of the aftermath. A fascinating case study of the show's identity, its underdog obsession, what it means to deconstruct that. It's also just a bit boring, innit, compared to earlier shenanigans. But still, season 6 defender over here.

6. Season 5

I really didn't think I'd rank season 5 last, again, because I always used to and I actually appreciate it a lot more these days. But it's a case of not wanting any of the others to be last. Season 5 seemed like as good a sacrificial lamb as any. I think it's that, much more than season 4, it doesn't feel like one season, not even like one show. And it's understandable, of course, because production and the people behind it went through hell when Cory died. Looked at through the lens of grief, it's a fascinating season. And there are aspects I really like but aspects I despise, and unlike season 3's controversy I also find a lot of it just dull. Now, this might change when I eventually rewatch it but as it stands I just don't feel as strongly about wanting to defend season 5 and I do season 6. It's great when it's great but it's lukewarm so often. There are also way too many character assassinations happening and part of me will never forgive dropping the newbies like that. And all of me will always be mad about Santana's/Naya's treatment in season 5B.

[kevamierequests]

Ummmm for fanfic ideas, idunno if you're a fan of angst? But maybe on their early stages of the relationship, kevin makes fun of acting, maybe he was ranting about some other teen he doesn't like (possibly stevonie 👀) and he says "they look like a nerdy theater kid, y'know?" And keeps on going

And jamie is really hurt about it. But he doesn't want kevin to think he's "not cool" and keeps it on the inside, getting more and more distant

This can grow into a argument, that can either end with kevin seeing he might have to learn to be nicer to people, or with jamie leaving, depending on how much ya like pain :D

Sorry if this isn't really creative (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) good luck with ur blog!

Sorry for taking so long lol

Avoidance

word count: 1,213

tags: angst, arguing, fluff, hurt/comfort,

:readmore:

“That’s confusing”

Jamie handed Nanafua the clipboard and a pen to sign for her delivery, looking up as he heard Kevin’s familiar voice. Looking around he saw him sitting at a table with Sour Cream. He was about to turn back to Nanafua when he heard Kevin say something else.

“They look like a nerdy theater dork, Y’know”

Jamie frowned, trying to ignore Kevin's comment. He knew he wasn't talking about him, but it hurt anyway. He turned back to Nanafua to see that she had signed her name.  Jamie looked back towards Kevin, as he walked towards the door, trying to avoid overhearing anything else. But he still caught parts of their conversation. 

He heard Kevin saying that he 'didn't get theatre' and that it 'sounded dumb'. 

“Then why do you like Jamie?” He heard Sour Cream ask

“I mean, he’s cute, but he’s a total dork” Kevin replied

Jamie turned away, trying not to let the words sting. He shook his head, trying to ignore the spiral of thoughts beginning to form. 

Jamie wondered why he even liked Kevin as he finished his deliveries.

He'd tried his best to distract himself with work, but the long walks to make deliveries only gave him more time to worry. The longer he spent thinking about what Kevin said, the worse he felt. He wished he didn't like Kevin, but the thought of his crush not liking him broke his heart. He'd been trying to avoid Kevin for the past week, hoping it would make his feelings go away.

It didn’t.

~

Kevin glanced at Jamie as he walked past, it was the first time he'd seen him all week. Jamie had been ignoring his texts, and they hadn't met during the week. He expected Jamie to at least acknowledge his existence, but he just brushed past him. Kevin turned to look at him in confusion, before turning back around.

Kevin wondered why Jamie was avoiding him as he made his way home, trying, and failing, to keep himself from panicking over it. He eventually resolved to ask Jamie to do something with him, sending him a text before he laid down on his bed.

Kevin woke with a start as his phone buzzed underneath him. He hurriedly picked it up. His face practically lit up before falling when he realized it wasn't Jamie. He pushed down the feeling of disappointment rising inside him. Kevin sighed and dismissed the notification.

He checked the text he’d sent Jamie, which had been left on read. He looked away from his phone, trying to decide what to do. Finally, he decided to text Sour Cream for some advice.

Kevin: hey, I need some advice

Kevin: I'm pretty sure Jamie has been avoiding me

Sour Cream: maybe he met you

Kevin: I'm serious! He hasn't answered any of my texts and he's barely glanced at me

Sour Cream: I dunno

Sour Cream: go ask Garnet she's good with relationship stuff

Kevin: uh ok

Kevin groaned and rolled over. How the hell was he going to find Garnet, he barely knew what she looked like. Kevin sighed and pulled out his phone, texting Steven.

Kevin: hey do you know Garnet

Steven: yeah, she's my mom

Steven: why

Kevin: I need to talk to her

Kevin: what's her phone number

Steven: I don't think she has a phone

Steven: also even if she did I wouldn't tell you

Kevin rolled his eyes before turning off his phone. Great. It took him nearly an hour of walking around to find her.

"Garnet!" He called out. "Hey, can I talk to you"

"Yeah, sure" she replied, looking mildly surprised "what's going on"

 "Uh... well..." Kevin started, fidgeting with his hands. "Do you know Jamie?"

Garnet raised an eyebrow, "Yeah"

"Well I kinda have a crush on him" Kevin looked away, feeling himself turn red "but lately he's been completely ignoring me"

Garnet nodded "he's probably upset about something"

Kevin scowled slightly "That doesn't really help me here"

Garnet laughed and ruffled his hair "Just talk to him, okay?"

"Uh, alright" Kevin glared at her but nodded.

~

It took Kevin nearly the whole day to find Jamie. He finally spotted Jamie walking away from a house. He ran up to him, panting slightly. Jamie turned around, surprise written across his face.

"What are you doing here?" Jamie asked, looking somewhat annoyed. Kevin winced and shifted uncomfortably under Jamie's gaze.

"We need to talk" Kevin mumbled, trying to seem more confident than he felt. Jamie's expression softened slightly 

"alright" he replied "but I have to finish my deliveries"

"Sure" Kevin agreed, jogging to catch up with Jamie. They walked in silence for a few seconds, neither knowing how to break the tension.

Finally, Jamie spoke "so, what did you want to talk about?"

Kevin hesitated before speaking "why are you avoiding me?"

Jamie looked away, his cheeks reddening slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped and closed it again. He stared at the ground as they walked in silence, which was only broken when Kevin noticed the tears falling down Jamie's cheeks.

"Jamie?" Kevin asked in concern, reaching his hand up to wipe the tears away "what's wrong?"

Jamie stepped away from him quickly, shaking his head.

"Why are you being nice?" Jamie snapped.

Kevin flinched slightly, he watched as Jamie wiped a tear from his cheek 

"all you do is make fun of me and now you care!?" 

 

Kevin froze "what?"

Jamie glared at him. "You're such an asshole Kevin"

"Jamie, wait-" Kevin reached forward and grabbed Jamie's arm "please I'm sorry"

Jamie's expression softened slightly, but it remained cold "no you're not."

Kevin let go and took a step back "I am, really, you're like the only other person I care about in this stupid town!"

Jamie paused for a moment, trying to figure out if Kevin was lying or not. When he couldn't come up with a conclusion, he looked away and crossed his arms over his chest. Kevin reached forward slowly, trying to convince Jamie otherwise.

"Jamie... please" he murmured. Jamie looked away, wiping at his cheeks. Kevin slowly cupped Jamie's face in his hands, wiping his tears away. Jamie stepped forwards and wrapped his arms around Kevin's waist, hugging him tightly, burying his face into Kevin's neck. Kevin held onto him tightly, trying desperately not to cry.

 

"Please don't hate me," Kevin whispered, burying his face into Jamie's hair to hide his tears.

Jamie shook his head, pulling away slightly so he could look Kevin in the eyes. Kevin could feel tears run down his cheeks. Seeing the fear in Kevin's eyes hurt him more than he thought it would, especially since he was usually so confident and cocky.

Jamie cupped Kevin's face in his hands and leaned in, their lips brushing against each other. Kevin gasped softly before kissing him. He pulled away after a moment, letting his forehead rest against Jamie's.

They stood there in silence, holding onto each other. It seemed like forever before either of them said anything. Kevin looked up, smiling at Jamie, who grinned back in response.

"I still have to finish my mail route," said Jaime "wanna come with me?"

"Of course," Kevin replied, kissing him quickly before following Jamie.

[membermentmania]

August 8th, 9:04-11:01pm

 and he needed to justify his trip to the warehouse roof. 

He hurried down his block and made the ten minute walk to the Whole Foods. Stan was already there. “You look suspicious as fuck!” he called out with a laugh. 

Stan whipped his head up from his phone, hood no longer concealing his face. He shot Kyle a genuine smile. “Coming from you is crazy,” he responded. Kyle pulled his hood down and quickly threw his hair up into a lazy bun as they started to walk. “I like when you put your hair up,” Stan noted quietly. 

The statement threw Kyle. He wasn’t sure if Stan was complimenting him or telling him he should cut his hair. Which he was adamant on never doing. His hair annoyed him to no end, but he loved keeping it long. He sat with it for a minute. “I genuinely can’t tell if you’re trying to hint that I should cut my hair or not,” he muttered. 

“No,” Stan rushed out. “It looks… cute.” He mumbled the last word so quietly Kyle barely caught it. 

Kyle’s nose scrunched slightly as he ignored the butterflies raging in his stomach. “Thanks,” he said quietly. 

“Where are we going?” Stan responded, snuffing out the weird awkwardness that just popped up out of seemingly nowhere. 

“So why are we up here drinking alone?” 

“Idunno. Felt needed after the past few weeks.” Kyle gave him an unimpressed look. Stan actually looked good. Better. His corruption was starting to actually slow down and it was noticeable in just about every aspect of his being. Cobalt eyes were still clear blue. “I’ve been really scared about the future, I guess. I don’t know what it’s gonna be like and with everything going on, Idunno. I just wanted to sit and drink with you and pretend for, like, five minutes that everything’s not as fu fucked up as it is.” 

“I get that,” Kyle murmured. He took a sip from his drink. 

“I’ve been thinking about the past a lot too,” he said hesitantly. “Like, maybe there’s answers or something there. It’s stupid, but sometimes it feels like everything is so connected and just maybe, there’s something waiting in our memories to help us out.” He breathed out a laugh. “Or it could just be from rotating between insanity and,” he paused. “Me, I guess.” 

Kyle tilted his head slightly. “When you get… y’know, you don’t feel like you?” 

“I feel insane. I don’t know if it’s me or not. But lately, when I’m not corrupting, I really feel like me.” 

“I take it that it’s been a while,” Kyle whispered. 

Stan offered him a sad smile. They both took a sip from their drinks.

“So I asked Wendy to be my girlfriend today,” Stan said casually. 

There that feeling was again. But this time it was worse. It never felt real before. It was more of a ghost of a feeling than anything. But now Kyle’s chest felt tight. His gut churned slightly, an edge of nausea creeping in. He felt annoyed. More than his regular, quick tempered annoyance. Then it clicked in his head. Kyle was jealous. “Oh. That’s good,” he responded with an attempt at a smile. “Congrats.” 

The realization sent a whirlwind through Kyle’s mind. It was confusing. It started with ‘why would I be jealous?’ He festered in his head as they played Call of Duty. Then without any notice at all, it was terrifying. He was in love with Stan. He glanced over at him and felt genuinely stupid. He wasn’t sure when that happened. Or how that happened. Or how he didn’t notice. 

He wanted to turn his brain off. He wanted to ignore it entirely. But now the thought was burrowing deeper. He made an excuse to go home, the pit only growing in his stomach the second he walked outside. A quiet laugh escaped him as he walked down the block. He couldn’t be in love with Stan. There was no way. 

But there is a way. Then he felt bombarded with how obvious his denial to everything felt. The butterflies when small smiles were offered or touches lingered. The way they stayed on his mind for far too long after they happened. The way he got overly defensive when casual insinuations were made. The way he adamantly avoided even thinking about romantic partners because his friendship with Stan was enough. It was so fucking obvious. But there was still hope. He called Kenny. 

“Yes, handsome?” he greeted lazily. 

“Can you tell me I’m fucking stupid and, like, have an inferiority complex and am not in love with Stan Marsh?” he breathed out. 

“Woah, woah, WOAH! Back up several paces please. ” 

“Not funny.” 

“Okay, first of all, you’re not stupid. You definitely do have a tinge of an inferiority complex, but honestly, who fuckin’ doesn’t, right?” He laughed. “But you are very much so in love with Stan and I have been WAITING for the day you finally stopped being in denial about it.” 

Kyle’s stomach dropped. “Oh my fucking god. Don’t say that!” 

“You actually sound like you’re gonna throw up.” 

“He asked Wendy to be his girlfriend,” Kyle muttered, trying to get over the newest round of nausea to grace him. 

Kenny audibly winced. There was a long pause where Kyle was just walking and trying not to think too hard. “It’s fine,” Kenny finally said. 

“How is any of that fine? How do I get over it?! Give me something.” 

“He’ll come around,” he responded simply. 

“WHAT?!” 

“I’m gonna start throwing blood pressure pills at you if you don’t take a breath.” 

“Actually go fuck yourself.” 

“LISTEN!”

“I’m listening.” 

“What you need to do is not think about it. Just proceed as normal. Things will work out.” 

“How the fuck do I proceed as normal?! What am I supposed to do with this information?!” 

“You let yourself feel it. Obviously. But your situation is very… Not haha funny. But funny.” 

“Kenny,” he groaned. 

“It is very obvious you two are both very much so in love with each other. Stan’s actually kinda stupid though.” 

“No he’s not!”

“Yes, Ky. He kinda is.” 

“He’s literally not but whatever.” 

“Stop being pissy! I am trying to be helpful so let me finish.” 

Kyle took a breath. “Okay.” 

“Thank you. This is complicated as fuck, but I really think if you give it some time, he’ll realize it on his own. Because I know with literally everything in me that he has feelings for you.” 

“How?” 

“Kyle, there is a reason why jokes about you two being gay for each other are made about eight times more often than literally anyone else,” he deadpanned. 

“Fuck off.” 

“I’m being serious! It’s so fucking obvious there was a fucking betting pool of who was gonna cave first!” 

Kyle audibly gasped. He should’ve been mad but that actually made him laugh. “You’re lying.” 

“NO! DUDE! LIKE, INSANE!” 

“Wait, but you’re not gonna tell anyone, right?” 

“Fuck no! I will totally be getting paid when said information comes to light, but I will not be telling a soul.” 

Kyle let out a small sigh. “Thank you.” 

“I’m poor, not grimey,” Kenny said with mock offense. 

“I never said you were! I trust you. That’s why I called you.” 

“I know.” 

Kyle took another deep breath. “So what? I just ignore it?” 

“No. You feel it. You just gotta be patient.” 

“Kenny, I fucking suck at being patient!” he complained. 

“Yeah, but you can and you’ll do it wonderfully.” 

[metalnim]

🦧🗡️🐈‍⬛🕊️

i was aroace. glory was more like a sister to me than anything.

she was. very literally. my first and only friend. for a long time.

i lived nearby her village for a few years — i think i met glory when we were around six or seven, and the whole…eugh, didn’t happen until we were eight or nine.

fast forward to a thousand years in the future, at the end of the movie canon, and… something about what i did to take out the cannon or something, like. brought her back to life, i guess.

it was. weird. she was my age now, bust last time i’d seen her has been when we were kids.

i kept an eye on her from a distance. she stayed with ambrosius since he was her last living descendant, despite being old enough to be her dad.

potential ? suicide cw: i think it turned out that nineteen had been the age she’d originally died at. she’d either rebelled against the people in charge and “tragically fallen in the ensuing chaos” (i call bull) or she’d straight up hanged herself in her chambers. there were a lot of theories.

either way, she was. reminiscent of adora spop, actually. in terms of looks. pretty much exactly like this.

i was, uh. not a fan of this development. that was part of why it took me so long to come out of hiding and say hi to ballister.

she was pretty confused, though, and since bally knew about what’d happened between us by that point… i ended up getting stuck on something that was half playdate, half babysitting duty. and half awkward arranged marriage courtship. and all dad with two new foster kids.

i remember one time we went to an aquarium, and i turned into a shark and, uhhhh. got pretty Menacing. not proud of that. and she just stormed off to who knows where while i abused the credit card he gave me in the gift shop. and also shoplifted from the gift shop.

(bally was pissed, but i was like, well, that’s what you get for sticking me with my sister with no supervision!)

-

unrelated bullshit that won’t quit bugging me until i write it down: ballister’s amputation was like. somewhere between a forequarter amp and a shoulder disarticulation. idunno how to explain it. his arm had a ball, his shoulderzone had an implanted socket.