#el thinks hes weird and funny and dramatic

[kaladinpdfs]

moash ofc for the ask game <33

omg hi bai <3 moash!!!

first impression: moash enjoyer since day one….he didn’t have much of a role in wok but i loved his dramatic meanie era. by the time we got to him swearing to kaladin by the blood of his fathers well. you know

impression now: i had my passionate moash defender moment years ago and ive mellowed out now. but i will still defend him against obnoxious takes. HOWEVER i will also bully him because hes so so stupid. at this point to me he’s such a tragic figure i’m incapable of hate towards him regardless of what he does like yeah he’s toxic and evil but you would be too!! i need to wrap him in aluminum foil.

favorite moment: i’ve said this before and I will say it again….the chapter in oathbringer where he has a laughing fit breakdown because the dramatic irony of his situation has finally been fully realized is!!!! theeeee moash moment of all time. it’s so juicy. end of the bridge four era. end of the moash having mental stability era.

idea for a story: in my heart there’s an alternate timeline where moash somehow ends up on that trip to shinovar with szeth and kal and makes it even more awkward than it will be already. obviously the moash goes to the nightwatcher fic that exists in my head. lift is in that one. i could keep going. moash meets kelsier. moash bass player in a band modern au. oh ive talked about this before but i think there’s a lot of story potential in seeing what moash was doing/thinking during WoR. i just want to be in his head.

unpopular opinion: i figure liking moash is the unpopular opinion already HOWEVER i don’t know if this is unpopular or just. not something anyone would care to see enough to talk about it but i want moash and shallan to talk sooooo bad i want them to have a conversation and i want it to be so fucked up on every level possible. realistically it would take them two minutes to be at each others throats. i want this more than moash and kelsier meeting. oh i also don’t care about gavinor fuck them kids

favorite relationship: you already know! i love toxicity <3

favorite headcanon: i still think this one is really funny but also! i believe in my heart that all the fused think moash is sooooo weird and they talk about his obsessive kaladin-centric framework for the universe behind his back all the time. el oh el.

[spikrock]

my mad t party lgbt hcs explained

very messy post below! some are genuine reasonings and others are just "yeah haha trust me bro"

tarrant: bisexual & nonbinary

i mean for all the bi characters the hc is pretty self explanatory, i mean look at them yknow. hes a little too fruity with mally and thackery 🤨 but tarrant and alice are literally bi4bi couple of all time as for the nonbinary hc, i dont know! id like to know if anyone else sees him this way or if its just me :) hes just got too much enby swag 

alice: bisexual & trans

its all spiderwebs fault!!!!!!! it made her gay!!!!!!!!! /j but seriously, kissing ladypillar and different numbers such ho hey (you know how every now and then theyll switch alice standing with mally to someone else like thackery or absolem, the few times she did it with ladypillar are so funny because they cant rhyme the pronouns 😭). also ik this sounds silly but i really appreciate that in the mtp shows once ladypillar was added they didnt stop doing spiderwebs or change it to be like “haha were both girls 😵‍💫blehh this is so weird 😂”/play it off as a joke or anything because they very easily could have done that. shes trans. i already made that post with her and mally but again, if shes not trans then why is her color palette blue and pink? checkmate liberals. 

thackery: bisexual & bigender

yeah hes bi i dont know what else to say he and mally are in love frfr i actually just completely made up bigender. made it up, i dont know where i got it from i just remember early february drawing mad t party on my laptop and suddenly thinking “bigender thackery” and its stuck with me since then. (the two genders i hc him with are male/female though so) i wouldnt say he feels just one or the other, he feels both at the same time

mally: bisexual & trans

he is top ten bisexuals of all time,, whenever they do the pretender and tarrant and alice stand on either side of him and take turns singing he is DYING. passing away HE IS TRANSGENDER!!!!!!! we all know it. instead of coming out as trans he made up some crazy story about being killed in a war and then coming back as a man 🙄/j hes just dramatic like that

chessur: gay & trans

haha this is mostly because of @thatrandomartistjavi's hcs xd chessur is special in the sense that hes the only mtp character that never really gets a chance to flirt with anyone else since hes always hiding behind that drumset. from what ive seen he was shipped with dinah a lot, presumably just cuz theyre both cats since they rarely interact, so ive never really understood it :p i usually hc cheshire cats as nonbinary/something under that umbrella but this guy gives me transgender vibes. idk

absolem/ladypillar(? dont know if she ever got a real name): lesbian & trans

shes very much a lesbian. just. just like yeah. i think the most prominent character that she flirts with (other than alice) is mally. from what ive seen it only really happens when its el dormouse on stage but before i started seeing that i always saw mally/absolem/thackery as like, a trio. i mean obviously everyone in the band are friends, but idk. i have lots of drawings of those three hanging out so maybe thats just something my delusional brain has completely made up. but anyway the point is i dont ship those two and i sort of see them with a more sibling dynamic. mally always holds her back when shes trying to touch the little castle music box thing, at the end of sets he’ll pull her antennae to take her off stage/she'll pull him by his scarf, etc. (also theres a clip where she kisses him on the cheek and as they begin to walk off stage she turns to the crowd and mouths “no” and does the throat slitting gesture thing which makes me think theyre sorta just playing around :p)

sooo in a post a while back i said i hc her as genderfluid but ive changed my mind?? actually before i made that post i headcanoned her as trans but then switched to genderfluid and now ive uhh changed my mind again. im very indecisive like that and very easily swayed on my opinions haha,,, @ticktockteapot's metaphor for her “becoming the beautiful butterfly she was always meant to be” is very nice i like it lots. also the fact that ladypillar has a much higher stage presence than absolem (obviously not including the spiderwebs number…or crazypillar) was always so sweet to me cuz like,,,aw shes finally more comfortable being herself and performing :’)

tl;dr none of them are straight none of them are cis. happy pride month and thank you for coming to my TED talk

[calcifersfireplaceao3-moved]

Show: Stranger Things

Ship: Lumax (Lucas/Max)

Rating: General, pure fluff 

tags: post canon, a year later

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"Wow. There are so, many, nerds here." 

"Nerds? Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Ghostbuster, it's only uncool when it's medieval times?" Max snorts and Lucas looks pained.

"Popular culture and pretending to be blacksmiths are two very different things, Max." 

"Shut up, Lucas, you think it's cool, too!" Dustin says, punching him in the arm as he passes.

No way, Lucas mouths at her dramatically to make her laugh, it works and she smiles and rolls her eyes in pretend exasperation. 

The rest of the gaggle of their friends filter past them, the older teens heading towards what a sign directs as jousting. Will and El lingering at a potions stand, El wide-eyed as the seller waves her fingers and goes on about the properties of newt tails. Mike is pretending to be too grown up for this just like Lucas but is drifting towards the display of real metal armor, Dustin already enthusiastically enthralled in conversation with the display manager. 

When Dustin first pitched the idea she'd thought it was incredibly stupid, who even goes to things like "Renaissance Faires" other than weird nerds obsessed with elves or that new movie The Princess Bride- speaking of there's at least two dread pirate Robert's she's seen already. There was an air of anticipation in the car that was contagious though, and two hours from Hawkins and five bucks each sounded like a waste of a day at the time but the more Dustin talked about it the more it seemed like it could be fun. 

Max doesn't know where to start, there's wooden signs with Ye Old Timey font carved into them pointing towards various things but she's not exactly sure what some of it means- or if they'd even be fun to see. She still walks pretty slow and has her cane just in case she needs it but today is a very good day. As much as she hates to admit it there is something magical about this stupid little fake town. The swords may be spray painted pool noodles but there's real live horses and that's pretty neat.

"What's a melee?" Max asks, pointing at the sign. Lucas comes up beside her and shrugs.

"It's a type of attack in DnD, but it just means hitting someone with, like, a weapon instead of magic."

"Huh. Maybe it's people beating each other up, then."

"I dunno," Lucas leans down and wiggles his eyebrows, "want to go check it out?" 

She rolls her eyes but takes his offered hand easily. As they walk through the crowded dirt paths there's so many people in costumes it's hard to tell who's part of the event and who are patrons and Max is starting to think that it's not so uncool. There's a quartet of women with perfectly coiled hair and tight corsets singing in a high choral harmony; they've attracted a small crowd and people are putting money in a fancy basket sitting at their feet, the singers waving and winking at the crowd as they perform.

"You're pretty good at that, you could join that group, wander around singing silly songs all day." Lucas laughs, dodging her attempt to shove him over. 

"Very funny, Lucas, I wonder if they're hiring any jesters – you'd be a shoe-in." He pretends to be mortified, fanning himself and holding a head to his forehead like he needs a fainting couch as she laughs.

Eventually she gets winded though, thankfully just in time to see the stands surrounding a ring marked off with hay bales. Lucas sets her up, shrugging off his backpack and offering her a water bottle and snacks as they wait for whatever this "melee" will be when it starts, sharing peanut butter crackers and bad jokes.

Scratch anything she said that made fun of this place, the melee is cool. Very cool. Quickly they both stop snickering and getting invested in the fight. Players being knocked down and tagged out one by one, each person in their own colors and fans in the crowd, the swords may be fake but the skill is real and it is awesome. The fight comes down to two people, a slight figure with a full helmet obscuring their face and a huge man dressed like a Viking. The smaller figure is faster though and within seconds they've tapped their opponent enough times for the ref to call him out. When they reach up and pull free their helm, free hand raised in a fist of victory there's a quiet hush before a deafening cheer. The champion is a girl, smug and confident, jeering at the people booing her and laughing it up with those cheering her on.

"Okay, no, I want to do that." Max says excitedly to Lucas, grabbing his arm. 

Lucas smiles at her before leaning down and giving her a quick peck on the lips, "Yeah? You'd kick ass for sure."

"There they are!" She can hear Dustin shout and sees him waving enthusiastically at them, metal helmet under his arm and fake sword in hand.

"Okay, that's gotta be the coolest thing so far, so what if the lances weren't wooden, it was real, live, jousting." Robin is talking off both Nancy and Jonathan's ears as they meet up with the pair.

A hand comes down on her head and ruffles her hair, "You good, Mayfield?" Steve, ever the mother hen, asks her. 

"Perfect." And this time it isn't sarcastic.

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That was a very cute request, thank you @hollysoveralls ! I hope you like it :)

I’ve never been to a ren faire but boy do I want to

[weewoow-2060307]

Mikes Love Confession ™

Can you hear me: 6 (in yellow)

I love you : 9 (in pink)

Fight: 7 (in green)

CTM/CTE: Cut to Mike/El. (When it cuts to El there is an echo to Mikes voice)

Things that are odd/ stick out to me are in blue.

Ok! Now it's breakdown time!

Let's start With Mike constantly asking if El can hear him. He didn't know, Mike has confessed his Love to El twice and the first he didn't think she would've heard and said it without much thought and the second time he wasn't even sure if she could hear. That is actually something that I think was pointed out by @causeineedu Abt Mike not being sure that El could hear. I think wording is really important, Mike said 'but if you can I want you to know...' which was good. But that only accounts for 3 if that makes sense, like he wants her to hear it, so why keep repeating the same line? Why not replace it with 'I hope you can hear me.' or something else, again, I think wording is crutial in these sort of situations. But the fact the writers went out of their way to make him say it not once, not twice, but SIX times!?! Six! Like- we get it. He doesn't know if she can hear or not. But I digress.

Next thing, the five second pause. You see it all the time in media, when it's life or death people say what they truly feel, so why was Mike stalling? He stared at her for f i v e seconds before reminding us that he has no idea if he is getting through to her, then saying ily, but not before an audible swallow.

And this is what T.V tropes says about that.

And what an 'Oh, Crap!' moment is.

Then I found this and though it fit in here.

What was that about Mike and his need to be needed? And the fact he was bullied his whole life. But moving swiftly onwards.

The constant stuttering. He stood there like a fish out of water for a lot of time. It wouldn't be weird to me/ stick out if it weren't for the fact that his voice immediately settled after the Benny's burgers T shirt flashback. It was almost like he was reminded of some random movie he could take lines from or something because what immediately followed was a bald faced lie. Mike, in cannon, doesn't believe in love at first sight. He doesn't, he told Dustin that he can't think Max is awesome when he hasn't spoken a word to her in season 2. So why was that what he chose to say? And why did his voice take such a dramatic shift? He was stuttering and stumbling and sounded more upset earlier.

And the flashback. Oml. There was only one! Why? What was the reason? This season has been partially centered around memories. Like El remembering her past was her entire storyline! But with the love confession they should've used more memories. Like when Max was saved there was a whole montage of memories that meant a lot to her, like a lot of memories, even when El saved Max there was a montage of memories. So why not from Mikes love confession? And of all the memories he cherished he chose that one? Like I get it- that was when they first met. But what about dancing at the snowball or when they kissed in the cabin (could've been his big 'winning her back' moment or whatever) Maybe I'm looking too much into it but whatever.

The never echoing... Idk why it stood out to me I was just watching the scene and writing it down and the echo caught me off guard, got me to think about it a bit more, weather that meant he was sincere or not... Idk.

Mikes face being encased in darkness!!! That stood out and reminded me of one of @/causeineedu 's posts about it meaning his hiding something when he was looking at El. But the fact he 'leaned into' the darkness before saying basically the exact same thing he said in the cabin ('I love her and can't lose her again!' and 'I can't lose you.. Ok?') at his first love confession is a bit...

I will do more later. I just decided to do this really late and now I am tired 💀

^^^ look at that thing. His so funny. I'm naming him geraldo

[ladylannisterxo]

Eddie tries to have patience, especially for beginner players. But he would exasberated by everything as the game continues on. While still having fun.

I can imagine Eddie's commentary with Robin even being similar to how they had always react towards to each other. The exasberated dramatic reactions.

Nancy being the fastest learner out of the beginner players since she has ways to memorize the details.

Everyone tries helping Steve, especially Dustin, just because he's always confused. And because he also wants to understand any references that was based on the game. Everyone tries being patient with him.

Robin talks too much, maybe complains too much, which leads to Eddie and Robin to bicker through a lot of the game. They are just exasberated by this.

I don't know if Eleven ever played before with some of the boys. Even though it was implied she did, but I don't know if she played. But she plays. And they'd also convinced Max to play, which would be a really huge surprise since she always rejects their offer to play other time they ask. Erica and also even Nancy helps El and Max with their characters because the strong female characters have to stay together a lot of the time. Lucas may help explaining to Max too.

Jonathan would be sober for the game so he is able to have nice memories with his brother and friends. So he could have decent scenes with him without a writer writing out his character for no reasons at all. But I feel like he might know some details like these tidbit details, because of how Will would always just talk about the game with him whenever he could.

Argyle would be intoxicated. He might be annoying when he's high - in my opinion - but he's also funny, even unusually wise in some way. He would even be a calm player in battle that just about everyone may go to for advice. Which is still weird thoughts to me.

Some Hellfire Club members would play the game.

And Will would be happy to play this game with his friends, his old and new friends, after his childhood friends neglected him before moving on to Eddie.

See? See! Two random people who barely know the other, we wrote a whole filler episode (or two) about these characters having fun without dying - which I am not including their D&D characters in this. They should create this episode. And pay us more than a half amount of payment for writing this script for this.

adasjdajsb YES WE DID THAT!! And like, what a killer episode this could be, it would be so much fun! Obviously, with the plot being as perilous as it is right now, it clearly wouldn't fit but just thinking of where it could fall in the timeline, I'd say after S5 when everything is finally done. And, of course, that means no one is dead (cause they somehow managed to bring everyone back, obviously)! The Duffers should really be taking notes, that's all I'm saying 😌

[wrestlingisfake]

Supercard of Honor preview

Claudio Castagnoli vs. Eddie Kingston - Castagonli is the defending ROH men's world champion. Kingston has had it in for him since...well, look, Eddie has it in for everybody, one way or another. So I could look up their whole history in CHIKARA or whatever but that isn't going to make it make more sense. They really hate each other, ladies and gentlemen.

Kingston dramatically "quit" AEW earlier this month to get away from all the snakes and liars. Then he showed up at the ROH tapings (okay technically him showing up was taped before he quit) to bitch about how Claudio is a snake and a liar or whatever. Listen, Eddie is hella cool but his decisions don't make a lot of sense to me. "I do me, partna"--yeah, you sure do, my guy.

Conveniently, Castagnoli has quietly turned heel to support Jon Moxley's heel turn in AEW, so he can actually be the asshole Kingston makes him out to be. Unfortunately, the storyline amounts to Claudio attacking Eddie for blaming everyone but himself for his problems, which...actually yeah, he's right. The story isn't great. I mean, it's better than Edge vs. The Judgment Day, but that's a low bar to clear.

In spite of everything I'm rooting for Eddie, and he did a great go-home promo on March 30. But I just can't convince myself he's going to beat Castagnoli right now, at the peak of the Blackpool Combat Club's heel run. Something tells me this match won't settle anything, and we'll be seeing it again before long...

El Hijo del Vikingo vs. Komander - Vikingo is defending the AAA mega championship. From 2016 to 2021, Ring of Honor was part of a tight alliance with CMLL, which made it impractical for ROH to work with other Mexican promotions, or really any Mexican wrestlers that had heat with CMLL. So even hearing "Triple A" on an ROH show is weird enough, let alone seeing a AAA title match.

AEW/ROH fans will mainly know Vikingo from the big dream match with Kenny Omega on March 22. It's been notoriously difficult to get dates on him in the US, which has added to the allure of seeing him on an American broadcast. For example, AEW wanted Vikingo for the big ladder match on March 1, but they couldn't get him. Instead they brought in Komander from KAOZ, who proceeded to put himself on the map for people who don't watch lucha libre. People who do follow lucha went nuts the second this match was announced, so expect a lot of hype for this. Ian Riccaboni and Caprice Coleman may both pass out just from calling the action.

In a funny twist that probably won't get mentioned on this show, these two already had a AAA title bout yesterday, at Wrestlecon's Mark Hitchcock Memorial Supershow. It was a three-way with Taurus, and I haven't watched it yet but I bet Taurus took the pin. That's the kind of wacky situations you get during Wrestlemania weekend.

I believe AAA and KAOZ have a working relationship, so it wouldn't be totally implausible to see a title change here. But AAA knows they've got a golden goose with Vikingo, and I don't think they're going to let Tony Khan job him out twice in one month.

Hiroshi Tanahashi vs. Daniel Garcia - Garcia was penciled in to face Will Ospreay here, but Ospreay is on the shelf and it looks like Tana has been sent in to fulfill his commitments. Garcia is probably still stinging from his big loss to Adam Cole on March 29, followed by a weird angle where Jericho helped him to the back and seemed protective but also weirdly bothered about something. I don't know if this match will play into that or not. Either way, Garcia has something to prove.

I suppose Garcia has a slightly better chance of beating Tanahashi than I thought Mike Bailey had last night. If Garcia was a New Japan regular in line for a push, he might score a huge upset win in a situation like this. But New Japan is more careful about who they send to do a job in an interpromotional match against a midcarder. If the plan was for Garcia to beat a New Japan veteran, they probably would've sent Tomohiro Ishii or Satoshi Kojima. Like Bailey, Garcia will have to make do with Tanahashi making him look good in defeat.

Wheeler YUTA vs. Katsuyori Shibata - Yuta's ROH pure title is at stake, which means "pure rules" are in effect. The rules are designed to discourage outside interference, closed-fist punches to the face, and going to the ropes to escape a hold. The championship can change hands on a disqualification or count-out. In the event of a 60-minute draw, the decision will be awarded by a panel of judges.

Shibata is the head trainer for New Japan's LA Dojo, but more importantly he was a key NJPW guy until he suffered subdural hematoma during a 2017 match. He shockingly returned to action in 2021 for an exhibition match, but after a second exhibition in 2022 New Japan evidently grew wary of letting him compete. He later faced Orange Cassidy in AEW and Tom Lawlor at an Antonio Inoki tribute show. I still get scared when I see him wrestle.

In terms of star power, Yuta really has no business beating Shibata, particularly for a "just very good at grappling" belt. But you can't have Shibata win the title without a plan for him to return and defend it, which is probably not going to be easy. So I have to assume this match is going to be about Shibata passing the torch, which is a little awkward since Yuta recently turned heel and he's being a huge prick about stuff like that.

Reach For The Sky ladder match - This is a five-way tag team ladder match, with the ROH tag team championship at stake. Jay & Mark Briscoe won the title in December, but Jay was killed in a car accident back in January, so Mark announced this as sort of a Jay Briscoe memorial match. Both tag belts will be suspended above the ring, and ladders will be placed around ringside for the competitors to use. Whoever is first to climb up and retrieve either belt will win the championship for his team.

The announced participants are: the Lucha Bros. (Penta El 0 Miedo & Rey Fenix), Top Flight (Dante Martin & Darius Martin), the Kingdom (Matt Taven & Mike Bennett), Aussie Open (Mark Davis & Kyle Fletcher), and Rush & Dralistico. The Kingdom and Top Flight have been feuding for a while, so for all we know this may be their blowoff match.

Anyone could win this, really. If this was for the AEW tag belts, I'd lean towards putting them on the hottest team under contract, and that'd be the Lucha Bros. But for all we know the plan is for the ROH tag champs to be a lesser team that primarily works ROH tapings, which favors the Kingdom or Top Flight. It could work to put the belts on Aussie Open or Rush/Dralistico, but it's harder to see what the plan would be. Guess I'll just have to sit back and take in the chaos.

Samoa Joe vs. Mark Briscoe - Briscoe is challenging Joe for the ROH television title. They've played up the idea that Mark has always wanted this championship, but has never held it. Normally I'd say he's a huge underdog against Joe. But Mark isn't going back to tag team wrestling after the death of his brother, and he'll never have as much fan support as he does right now. Also, Joe never made a lot of sense as the TV champion; now that they've got a weekly ROH show, I think he should move up to chasing the world title. So Tony Khan has a zillion reasons to just give us the feel-good moment and give Mark the title.

Athena vs. Yuka Sakazaki - Athena, the ROH women's world champion, called out Sakazaki for this title match. Athena's heel run has been great but I've kinda lost the plot with her complaining that all the other women are "porcelain" or whatever. Sakazaki would probably work as champion but I honestly forgot she was even still with the AEW, so I don't know if that kind of commitment is feasible. Athena should probably retain.

Brian Cage & Bishop Kaun & Toa Liona vs. AR Fox & Blake Christian & Metalik - Cage and the Gates of Agony are defending the ROH trios championship. Fox's team has been little more than jobbers in AEW/ROH thus far, so I wouldn't normally give them much of a chance here. But Cage's contract reportedly expired, and he's supposed to be on a handshake deal to finish up at this show. So unless something really wild happens, I think we'll see a title change. Just as well, I think Kaun and Liona work better as a duo anyway.

[mando-abs]

I saw you're taking some suggestions for the Joel Miller playlist (which is absolutely brilliant btw thank you for this) 👀👀👀 I was raised on a lot of country music from the 50s-80's! Here's my list for your consideration

"The Devil Went Down to Georgia" by The Charlie Daniels Band

"Walkin' After Midnight" by Patsy Cline

"El Paso" by Marty Robbins (honestly I think alot of songs off that album could work)

"Yakety Yak" by The Coasters

"Delta Dawn" by Tanya Tucker

"Jackson" by Johnny Cash ft. June Carter Cash

"Elvira" by The Oak Ridge Boys

"The Nights Went Out in Georgia" by Reba McEntire

"You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly" by Loretta Lynn ft. Conway Twitty (because it would make him laugh)

Lastly, I'm making a stand. Joel Miller listens to Selena (they're around the same age and both from Texas it just makes sense okay) "I'm Getting Used to You" by Selena

I'm sorry this ended up so long I tried to keep it short ;-;

It’s okay!!! Make it as long as you like! I love listening to recommended music lol

The Devil Went Down To Georgia - It’s a good song, a great song even. This is the best version imo….but I have history with this version. And therefore it is not making the cut.

Walk-in After Midnight - Oooo this is a good one. Approved.

Some of these songs I think fit Tommy better. Especially El Paso and Elvira. But you are right in that they have a Miller feel to them.

Yakety Yak - this one had to grow on me but I dig it. I think he would play this for Sarah and giggle over it. As much as Sarah took care of him, he still believed in child labor for some of the chores. But really he giggled bc he knew Sarah wouldn’t get in bad trouble anyways.

Delta Dawn - too Country for me. I cant do it

Jackson - idk I just didn’t vibe with this one. Which is weird bc it’s Johnny Cash and I’ve already got Cash on the playlist.

The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia - oh yeah, that’s getting put on there. So dramatic.

You’re the Reason Our Kids are Ugly - hehehe yeah he would think it funny. Also rip Loretta

Selena -

It makes total sense. A guilty pleasure of his for sure. Maybe he would try to raise Sarah on Selena only for her to choose Destiny’s Child and Beyoncé as her role models. So he just kinda gave up but still listened to Selena. With that being said, I didn’t put the song you recommended. HOWEVER, I did put two of her more sad hits that I can think off the top of my head, Como La Flor and No Me Queda Más. Selena was there for his divorce/breakup when no one else was

Thank you so much for the recommendations! I had a lot of fun tonight listening to them

I’ll put my playlist below in case peeps wanna check it out

[akane171]

Haha, yess😍 Home alone with your brain and some dramatic music is the best setting for good ideas tl be born😉😉

Aah, yes, okay🤔 Lol, you really like soldier!Mon, huh?😂 Tho it does really fit S3!him incredibly well🤔😍😂🙈

Hmmm, good question🤔🤔 Kinda depends on if we're talking just about the usual pets or ALL animals🤔😂

Eh, thankfully not INSIDE, no, tho pet mice would be AWE and SOME 😍😅😅🙈

Alura saw that those two basically happily married anyway😌😉 I still wonder if Winn&Mon got that drink together that Winn said they should get after all that🤔🤔

Ohh, Yeah! Hmm🤔 I love the idea of protective Zor, but considering how he was yet another lost puppy at Catco and how funny I'd be, I think best buddies Zor&Mon would be SO amazing😂😂 

Hm, I was thinking along the lines of accident (maybe they and Winn's kid were messing with some weird stuff and the Karamel kiddos ended up in the past?) but a mix of both would be fun as well, like, imagine the kiddos accidently stumbling into the past and realizing that some details are horribly wrong (e.g., maybe that Robot was never supposed to show up originally and someone is messing with the timeline?) and need to get their parents back together if they don't want themselves and their (very happy, karamel-ly) future to vanish into nothing🤔🤔😅😂

Well, I've only seen fan-edits and a couple of scenes, so dunno, tho it really looks like a wasted very good opportunity🤔 Haha, yes, maybe that should just become an official club😅🙈 ...Still glad I barely watched those, but lol, for a sec my brain went to Stargate at the "SG", not Supergirl and I was so confused about what exactly you meant😅😂

Oh god...Those ladies as lawyers would be TERRIFYING!!😅😅🙈 Huh, music industry? I don't think I've seen such an AU setting before🤔😂

Yeah...Let's just hope for the best while we look at the half-empty glass and try to tell ourselves it's half-full 😉🤣🤦🏻‍♀️🙈

Eh, sor-🤦🏻‍♀️ Uhm, maybe?🙈🤷🏻‍♀️😅

Haha, lol, imagine it didn't and you turned into an undead, brain-eating Zombie, singing "What's in your heeaaaaddd? What's in your heeeeeeeaaad? Zommmbiiiieee, zombiieee, zoo-ombi-i-ieeee"😂😂 (Okay, no, let's forget this, my brain is being weird again😅🙈🤦🏻‍♀️)

Btw, wanna switch this over to Discord, too, or keep it here? Whatever you're more comfortable with!🙈

XXX

Do you recall the movie Home Alone? So yeah, being alone is cool, without assholes trying to rob your house xD

It does. Or i read/watched too many military fiction. But seriosuly, Mon in s3, with his mastered dead-inside-man-face, just fit a dude with a major PTSD problem and you can't change my mind. Or dunno, maybe being in a content marriage does shit like that to people *rolls eyes*

All animals. Waiting.

...mhm. You know they have small sharp teeth, right?

Alura and Eliza, two moms right after sensing what their daughter refuses to see. Love them both.

Hopefully they did. One of the many things we will never know *gross sobbing*

I remember Peggy's fic when they all went for vacations and Mon gave Zor THE TALK and I think I still didn't recover form this awesomness.

Cool. It could be a hilarious slash dramatic slash angsty story, because the kids facepalming about their parents being blind idiots in love would be a A+ game xD

I think the writers were afraid of some shippers too xD From what I have seen they had a smilar problem with ship wars in that fandom.

Oh, you are a stargate fan too? I downloaded the first season and wait for some free time to watch it. I also downloaded Farscape, so generally speaking i'm going to dive into classic sci fi shows soonish xD

they would be awesome lawyers xD

Oh, I had a music fic idea in my head. Kara being kicked out of a girls pop band - thanks to Lobotomizer who is jealous of Kara's amazing vocal skills. And kara ends drunk in a bar where Eve finds her. Eve is a girflriend of Winn, who is manager of a symphonic power metal (don't mind my metal loving ass xD) band, where Mon-El is the lead guitarist. The main vocal of the bad kicked their asses and left the band just before they started touring with a new album and they are fucked if they don't find replaement. And well, none candidate is good enough and then Eve drags runken Kara to their place, they recognize a pop girl and are imediatelly NO FUCKING WAY, she is pissed off and screams and tehy are like... oh, she can scream.... Later Kara wakes up in her apartment, with aching head and some asshole knokicng to the door. It's Mon-El who came to take her to rehersal. What rehersal? He shows her a signed by her contract that makes her a part of the metal band, yay! And you can imagine the troubles along the way xD Thought about making Kara being taught by Cat Grant in the past, who was a classical vocal teacher and Cat being dissapointed when Lena asked Kara to join her band. And Kara really spreading her wings in the new position etc. And of course karamel bickering along the way, fans being super sceptical but warming up to her, because her vocal is amazing and karamel falling in love etc. Oh, and imagine Kara asking the badn what she should wear on the stage and they are like, dunno, wear whatever you want, and she wears some pink things xD and the crowd when they first sees her is like O.O and then she starts singing and all are floored.

Sorry for karamel ranting xD

yay....

I am a mushroom, so i can be a zombie mushroom, why the hell not?!!!

We can switch to discord with this madness if you want xD

[stanielman]

ST4 SPOILERS

so I saw a transcription of El’s full letter to Mike on twitter and I have no clue if it’s the real deal or not. But, she wrote in it that Will has been working on a painting that he won’t let her see but she thinks it’s for a girl that he likes because he’s been acting weird.

We know that that painting is for Mike though. So here’s where we’re at.

The comedic misunderstanding of El thinking the painting was for a girl Will likes but instead it’s for his best friend (not funny). Or the dramatic misunderstanding of El thinking the painting was for a girl Will likes but instead it’s for the boy he likes.

[yeonjunszn]

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

pairing: choi beomgyu x f!reader

word count: 6.4k (jesus christ i’m so sorry i was projecting)

genre: fluff﹒smut﹒angst (in that order)

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, uni!au, lots of time skipping, mentions of alcohol, cheating kinda yeah, sexting kinda?? not rlly??, phone/video call sex, mutual masturbation (m! & f!), no foreplay el oh el, missionary position, pussyjob, unprotected sex (be safe u hooligans), pussy drunk!beomgyu, pull out method (BE SAFE I SAID!!!!!), there’s a shower scene but it’s fluffy— like the last bit of fluff before the angsty ending!

summary: the short, but very memorable rise and fall of your relationship with choi beomgyu. and the way you can’t listen to a certain song without thinking of him.

— this is actually based on a past relationship of mine. literally could not listen to this damn song for like three years so i deleted it from my music library until i heard it like a month ago and it sparked the idea for this fic. the timeline is a major difference compared to the real story (this happened to me in hs), while a couple elements were either changed or dramatized and some parts were omitted altogether for privacy reasons.

“why are these the things that i’m feeling?”

“hmm?”

you glance up to find beomgyu looking at you. you smile softly. “i was singing along to the song. i told you i like that one.”

“i knew you would! that’s why i showed it to you.” he grins, reaching across the coffee table to boop your nose. you scrunch it up and shut your eyes, your lips curling even more.

you were both doing some homework and sitting on the floor in your living room, beomgyu’s playlist playing lowly in the background. the current song was ‘can i call you tonight?’ by dayglow. he played it for you early on in your relationship and you grew to love it immensely.

the way you met choi beomgyu was a really funny story.

you actually went to high school together, but hung out with different crowds, never interacting but aware of each other’s existence. you remember him as always being energetic and humorous, constantly making people around him laugh. you’d pass each other in the hallways, no more than a single glance in the other’s direction.

but then a few years ago, at the beginning of one fall semester, you wound up in the same history class. when you saw him standing at the entrance, you recognized him right away, even from across the giant lecture hall. you’d never forget a face that was synonymous with brightening up someone’s day.

you thought it was a weird coincidence that you ended up at the same university, but didn’t think too far into it. besides, you never talked to him, you doubted he recalled who you were and there were too many faces in the room for him to single you out.

you busied yourself with your phone until the professor arrived, scrolling aimlessly through social media to pass some time.

“is this seat taken?”

you jump in your seat a bit, startled by the voice. you didn’t even have to see who it was to know that it was beomgyu. instead of answering, you just shake your head. he smiles to himself and takes off his bag, settling in next to you. you will yourself to not look over at him and keep focusing on your phone.

the professor arrives shortly after. (you’re extremely grateful.)

when class is over and you’re walking out of the lecture hall, you find seojun, the guy you’re talking to at the time, waiting for you. he’s holding the strap of his backpack with one hand and waving with the other. you reciprocate the action and let him lead you to the quad.

(you ignore the subtle flicker of your eyes over your shoulder to see which direction beomgyu went in.)

the next time, when your history class meets, beomgyu starts a conversation with you before the professor arrives.

“you remember me, don’t you? from hybe?” he asks, ruffling his shaggy hair. the question catches you off guard because, yes, of course you do.

“y-yeah. choi beomgyu, right?” you say in response, so close to giving into the urge to punch yourself square in the jaw for stuttering. his signature smile appears as he nods.

“the one and only.”

oh how you wished he knew how true that statement was.

again, the professor saves you from an awkward situation once more. (and you’re just as thankful as the previous time.)

seojun is waiting for you when class ends, but right as the two of you are about to walk off, you hear your name. you turn to see beomgyu with his bag hanging off of one shoulder. he grins at you. “see you next week.”

(you don’t realize that you’re grinning back.)

after that day, things went smoother and smoother. chatting with him while you waited for the professor and as you left the lecture hall became natural. he would bring up things you’d mentioned a while back or he’d give you a small compliment and you’d feel this sort of churning in your stomach that you couldn’t explain. your friendship had grown exponentially since the first class.

you missed a session once, the week before halloween, for a doctors appointment. when you arrived at the next one, he was already in his seat. he smiled up at you as soon as you began walking down the row.

“hey, welcome back! how was it? no life altering diseases or anything?” beomgyu jokes, resting his cheek on his palm.

(you also ignore the way your heart flutters at the fact that he remembered what you told him about why you wouldn’t be there.)

“hey! nope, i’m all good. do you think i can borrow your notes from tuesday?” you ask when you sit down, pulling out your laptop among other things.

“yeah, for sure. just remind me after this, i’ll give you my notebook.” he answers.

the lecture goes by pretty fast, like it usually does. you’re packing up all of your stuff, pausing at the memory of your earlier conversation. you whip your head around, watching beomgyu already about to leave the room. you rush to get your belongings together and run to catch up to him.

you call his name slightly out of breath. he stops in his tracks and he furrows his brows. you make some sort of hand motion signalling notes that he apparently understands because he gasps, taking off his backpack. he tosses you the notebook with a smile.

“wait! gyu,” you say as he’s getting ready to walk away again. you’re not sure how good of an idea this is, but the words escape your mouth without warning. “uh— my— uh— my friends are throwing a halloween party this weekend. it’d be— uh— cool to see you there.”

“my friends were talking about it actually,” he grins. “so maybe you will.”

and with that, he goes off to wherever it is he goes.

you stare at yourself in the mirror, taking in your appearance. maybe it was a bit much. you went last minute shopping and the pieces to put together a playboy bunny costume were what you came home with. you looked hot, but it felt like you were overdoing it. seojun wasn’t going to the party since he was your senior, and most of the attendees were your age. you didn’t know what the chances beomgyu was going were either.

“stop looking at yourself like you just killed someone’s childhood pet. you look so good.” your friend kyeong pouts, coming up behind you to force your lips into a smile. “c’mon, let’s see if dawon is ready so we can take pictures before we leave.”

when said friend was finally done with her hair, the three of you took some photos in the bathroom. kyeong dressed up as a cute scarecrow and dawon was a victoria’s secret angel, just a bit more covered up. the latter of which was co-hosting the party. it was being thrown at sim jake’s house, the other host. sim jake was best friends with park sunghoon, park jay and lee heeseung. lee heeseung happened to also be friends with one choi beomgyu, the reason he found out about the party before you told him. (you, too, were friends with heeseung and co. but that was irrelevant.)

the party hadn’t yet started when the three of you pulled up to jake’s house. last minute preparations were being made, like decorations and setting up the drinks. you and kyeong had been tasked with putting all the jell-o shots in a cooler, taking one together as you finish up.

your drinking began prior to anyone showing up, so by the time the party was in full swing, you were already tipsy. you were having a great time, to say the least. you danced with your friends, took shots with people you knew but didn’t really talk to, you even soaked up all the compliments you received on your costume with a new found confidence.

you were spinning around your friend seonmi from your introduction to dance class, making her giggle at how absolutely gone you looked right now. your bunny ears were lopsided and your cheeks were flushed from all the alcohol in your system, but you had the biggest smile on your face as you danced. this was the most free anyone had seen you in weeks.

you’re getting ready to orbit around seonmi again, when you see him walking in with his friends. you have no idea what choi beomgyu’s costume is supposed to be, nor do you pay any mind to soobin and yeonjun beside him. but you are suddenly very aware of the amount of skin you were showing, the thin, tight dress and fishnet stockings leaving hardly any room for the imagination.

you chug the rest of your drink for liquid courage, handing the empty cup to seonmi without a word. your feet carry you towards the new arrivals, wiping your clammy palms on the side of your thighs. beomgyu notices you right away, his eyes raking over your appearance and his lips curling into their signature grin. it was different seeing you like this.

“you made it!” you exclaim over the blaring music, fixing the ears on your head.

“yeah, i couldn’t exactly let you down after you begged me to come.” he jokes. you gasp, poking him in the chest playfully.

“you’re so annoying.” you pout, crossing your arms. his gaze travels down for a second before meeting yours just as quickly.

“i came all this way just to be slandered? you wound me.” he sighs exaggeratedly. you laugh at him for a moment before getting an idea.

“let’s take a picture together! there’s a good chance i won’t remember anything from tonight.”

he nods and stands behind you as you open the camera, positioning your phone high enough to capture you both. after the photo is taken, you chat for a bit more and then he goes off to find soobin and yeonjun. you return to seonmi, who has a raised eyebrow and a refilled drink for you. you just blow a kiss at her, accepting your cup graciously.

she excuses herself to use the bathroom and you’re alone for the first time all night. you sip at your drink leisurely, swaying slightly to whatever song was playing. you feel a presence next to you and turn your head to see who it is.

“i didn’t know you were friends with beomgyu,” heeseung says, bringing the brim of his own red solo cup up to his mouth. “that’s surprising.”

“most people don’t expect me to be friends with dawon, kyeong or y’all either, but look at me.” you snort, elbowing his side lightly. “i actually went to high school with him.”

“hmm, interesting.”

about another couple hours later, and your brain is hardly functioning. you’re practically moving on auto pilot with how hammered you are at this point. seonmi complains that she needs to use the bathroom again, but the main one is occupied, so you (try to) help her up the stairs. you go in with her since you kind of had to go too.

as you’re washing your hands, there’s a knock on the door and because you’re done, seonmi opens it. beomgyu stands in the hall, his hair a little disheveled and eyelids heavy from intoxication.

“hey, we’re leaving so i thought i’d come say bye.” he blinks, his words slurred together.

“you can’t stay a little longer?” you frown, taking a step closer to him. he licks his lips.

“i wish i could, but the guys were my ride so i have to go with them,” he responds. “i’ll see you in class?”

“mhm.” you smile, closing your eyes and leaning forward. without thinking, you kiss him. it’s a small peck that leaves you completely dazed even after he’s left, tingles coursing throughout your body. seonmi has a hand over her mouth in slight shock over the scene.

“did you just—”

“yeah..”

“but what about—”

“i don’t care.”

in your inebriated state, you honestly didn’t. seojun wasn’t what you were looking for. he had his moments, but it seemed like recently all he wanted from you was your innocence. every opportunity he got to be alone with you, he’d gotten touchier. you figured he was jealous of beomgyu, especially because you’d grown closer to him. and of course, you knew deep down you could never be just friends with him. you’d always want more. you’d always wonder ‘what if’.

later that night, in the comfort of dawon’s bed, you’re still wide awake, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. you hesitantly type in heeseung’s instagram handle and search through his profile for the tagged account you were sure you’d find. it doesn’t take long for you to see it and follow, direct messaging him right away.

[02:47] you: hi :)

[02:48] beom13gyu: omg how’d you find my acc LMFAOOAOAO

[02:48] beom13gyu: did you stalk me 🤔

[02:48] you: STOP no you were tagged on hee’s account 😞

[02:49] you: sorry that i wanted to talk to you 💔

[02:49] beom13gyu: NOOOO im just messing w you

[02:49] beom13gyu: im glad you messaged me :)

[02:50] you: you are? 😞

[02:50] beom13gyu: of course!

[02:50] beom13gyu: you do know i’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester right??

you sit up quickly with eyes resembling saucers. choi beomgyu liked you? he like liked you??

sure, he happened to remember the tiniest details about you that no one else remembered. and yeah he’d ask you if he could walk with you after class on days seojun couldn’t. maybe every once and a while he’d stare as subtly as possible during lectures, the end of his pen between his teeth. but did all of that really mean that he was into you?

the next couple of days before you have class together, it seems like you can’t put your phone down. the two of you keep messaging back and forth, even exchanging phone numbers at one point so you can facetime one another. it was nice, though. the emotions you had been suppressing were rising to the surface with every text.

“did you wanna talk about saturday?” beomgyu asks you the moment your lecture is finished and you’re packing up your belongings that tuesday.

you swallow the lump in your throat. the longer you pretended nothing was happening, the more you were gonna hurt both yourself and him. you also needed to end things with seojun as soon as you could, because even if you didn’t have romantic feelings for him anymore, you weren’t an asshole.

“yeah. we kinda have to, huh?” you nervously chuckle, brushing away a stray hair. he gives you a soft smile, one that’s different from the usual playful grin that adorned his lips. it’s reassuring, oddly enough.

you hug your notebook and laptop to your chest, walking beside him to exit the lecture hall. your brows are furrowed when you see seojun waiting for you, an unreadable expression on his face. he told you he wouldn’t be able to meet up today because he had to run some errands, so seeing him right there confuses you. you turn to beomgyu.

“give me a second, i just have to take care of this real quick.”

he nods, moving out of the traffic in the building and opting to stand next to the door of your class. your grip on your things tightens, your nerves bubbling inside of your stomach. it was now or never, and you really needed it to be now.

“what are you doing here?” you tap the edge of your nail against your laptop.

“what are we doing here? this isn’t going anywhere and we both know it. as much as it kills me to admit it, you’ve been happier lately and i know it’s not because of me,” seojun sighs, running a hand through his hair. “i notice the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. like he’d do whatever you ask. and you— you’re different with him. there’s a brighter aura around you, there’s a fire in you i’ve never seen. i don’t wanna snuff it out.”

“seo, i—” you try to say something, anything, but you can’t. he’s right. there was no point in trying to hide it. “yeah. i just—” you pause, glancing over your shoulder at beomgyu, who still waits for you beside the lecture hall. his dark hair falls into his eyes and he blows it away, the small action garnering butterflies in your stomach. “i feel things i’ve never felt before when he’s near. i don’t wanna let that go and wonder whether or not i made the wrong decision for the rest of my life.”

“i know. i don’t want you to either,” he frowns, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “let’s end it now. we can always stay friends, yeah?”

“okay,” you breathe. “friends.

he reaches out and you shake his hand, signifying the ticket to your once in a lifetime chance with choi beomgyu. it’s almost freeing.

seojun leaves and you walk back over to beomgyu, a small smile on your face. when he sees you, his signature grin makes its way to his features. there wasn’t any way in hell you were allowing this opportunity to escape from your grasp. you needed to explore the positively magnificent phenomenon that was beomgyu.

“so,” he starts as you begin walking side by side out of the building. “what i said saturday night, about having a crush on you, it was true. i actually look forward to history because i know you’ll be there. aside from thinking you’re really pretty, i love how you don’t have to be someone else around me.”

the butterflies from earlier have conjugated into a swarm now, fluttering aggressively against your rib cage. you turn your head away to hide the goofy smile threatening to split your face in half. why was he so good at this? you stare up at the cerulean sky, pulling on your cardigan when a gust of wind blows past you.

“i think i’ve known about my feelings for you for a while now. it wasn’t until recently that i decided to stop being stupid and actually acknowledge them,” you admit shyly, still afraid to look back at him. “i also enjoy history because of you. you make it a whole lot more bearable.”

“i knew about you and seojun, by the way,” he says after a moment of silence. “when you kissed me. but i didn’t really care about him then. all i could think about was the way your lips felt, even if it was only for a second. you have me wrapped around your finger.”

you pause from walking any further when you realize he stopped. you let your gaze finally shift over to him. the pure adoration in his eyes is something you don’t think you could ever forget. you wanted to commit the raw emotion to memory. his vulnerability right then and there was the last you’d ever see from him. you always think back to this point in time years in the future and ponder whether this was when you felt love for someone else for the first time. maybe it was the only one, too.

“can i show you something?” beomgyu asks, turning his head to look at you in the passenger seat of his car. he was reclined back in his driver’s seat, the vehicle parked in an empty lot on campus.

it was nearing midnight, but neither of you gave a shit. you enjoyed being in each other’s presence during times like these, when it was late and you craved affection.

“what is it?” you yawn, focusing all your attention on him.

“i really think you’re gonna like this song.” beomgyu grins, pressing the play button. a guitar riff fills the car, calming and peaceful just like the atmosphere around you right now.

you don’t want to admit it, but he’s not wrong. you love the song. in fact you like it so much, you want to learn the words and belt them out. (of course you don’t want to embarrass yourself so you don’t look up the lyrics in front of beomgyu.)

“what’d you think?” it’s adorable how excited he is over this.

“i loved it, gyu.” you peck the tip of his nose, giggling at the flush of his cheeks. he deadpans and swats your face away.

a month into your relationship with beomgyu feels like years.

you were out shopping for a gift for dawon since it was her birthday. as you venture through the mall, you decide to browse inside victoria’s secret. you pick out a matching lotion and spray scent before looking around for yourself. (there’s nothing wrong with a little self care.)

you land on a velvet bralette and thong set, checking out quickly so you could go home and get ready for dawon’s birthday dinner. as you’re getting out of the shower, your phone rings with a call from your boyfriend.

“hey gyu!” you smile, putting the device on speaker and setting it on the counter.

“what are you up to?” he asks through the receiver.

“it’s dawon’s birthday and she’s having a fancy dinner later so i’m getting dressed and stuff.” you answer, putting on your undergarments. “speaking of! i went to get her a gift and got myself something, too.”

“oh?” you’ve effectively piqued his curiosity. “what’d you get?” you bite your lip, snapping a picture of your new set to send to him. you know he got it when he gasps. “you think you can wait until tuesday to wear that for me?”

“y-yes.” you croak out, suppressing the urge to cancel on your friends and go over to his apartment right now.

the phone call with beomgyu lasts the entirety of the time it takes you to get ready. when dawon texts that she’s outside your complex, you hang up, already missing the sound of his voice.

dinner goes well, ending with a nice stroll in the town. by the time you’re back at your apartment, your feet are killing you due to the heels you were wearing. the cardigan you wore over your little white dress wasn’t nearly enough to keep you warm either, the cold november air sending a chill down your spine.

as soon as you’re in the comfort of your bedroom, you’re kicking your shoes off, letting beomgyu know you were home safe.

[23:17] gyu <3: that’s good

[23:17] gyu <3: you never showed me what you were wearing

[23:17] gyu <3: i wanna see how pretty you looked

you cover your mouth with your hand when you release a small giggle at his words. you stand in front of the full length mirror in your bathroom, angling your phone so it captures your whole outfit.

[23:24] you: [attachment: 1 image]

[23:25] gyu <3: jesus christ

[23:25] gyu <3: look at you

[23:25] gyu <3: wanna know what you look like underneath

your self restraint snaps and you rush back into your bedroom, throwing yourself onto your bed. this was probably the boldest idea you’ve ever had, but you couldn’t care less. you muffle a groan with your pillow.

[23:27] you: why don’t you call me so you can find out <3

you prop your phone against the wall that’s next to your bed, situating yourself in front of it. it takes all of two seconds for the sound of your ringtone to filter through the room, beomgyu’s video call appearing on the screen.

“i think i was promised a private show.” he teases when you press the green answer button.

“fortunately for you, i never break my promises.” you remark, reaching behind yourself to slowly unzip your dress.

when the first strap falls off your shoulder, you audibly hear the hitch in his breathing. as if to torture him, you slide the second one off even slower. the front of the dress gives way, exposing your bare chest to him. his bottom lip finds purchase between his teeth.

you rid of your dress completely, leaving you in just your panties. you hope he can’t see how embarrassingly turned on you are already. your index finger trails down the front of your body, circling around a peaked nipple and then stopping just above the waistband of your underwear.

“you wanna take those off for me, pretty girl?” beomgyu breathes, entranced by the sight of you like this.

“mhm,” you almost whimper, slipping out of the lacey material. he resists the groan forcing itself from the back of his throat. your fingers hover over your throbbing clit. “can i please touch myself, gyu?”

“fuck, please.” he doesn’t hide it this time, palming himself through his sweats. the thought that you’re the one doing this to him drives you crazy, the fire in the pit of your stomach enraging.

you press the pads of your fingers to your clit, hissing as they massage the skin meticulously. your eyelids droop, focusing on beomgyu as he pulls his cock from the confines of his pants, pumping his shaft with a purpose.

“want you so bad, gyu— mmph— want you inside me…” you whine, inserting two quick fingers and using your palm to rub at your clit. you cup one of your breasts with your free hand and lean your head against a pillow behind you, peeking at the screen to see his reaction.

“yeah? wanna be in you, baby— fuck— wanna feel you around me.” he moans, his brows knitted together in concentration. his eyes never once drift from your cunt, his wrist flicking every time you curl your phalanges inside yourself.

it’s not much longer until you’re cumming on your fingers, arching off of your mattress. beomgyu follows suit, your combined heavy breathing filling your bedroom. you bring the back of your hand to your forehead, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

that wasn’t how you were expecting the night to go.

walking into class that tuesday was terrifying. you know he’d never judge you or make fun of you. but you feel extremely self conscious taking your seat in the lecture hall. (and yes you wore the matching set you bought like he asked.)

the ravenette sits in his spot beside you without issue, smiling at you like he normally would. the action oddly comforts you. your professor begins the lesson and you’ve forgotten all about your worries. however, half way through the lecture, it’s like a pair of eyes are boring holes into you. it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know it’s beomgyu, or to figure out the reason why.

you cross your legs instinctively, gripping your pen with a bit more force. your obvious flustering doesn’t at all quell the hammering of his heart and as soon as the class is dismissed, he’s springing out of his chair and packing his belongings.

you giggle, doing the same so the two of you could exit the hall. beomgyu grabs your hand impatiently, dragging you to the parking lot where his car is. the drive to his apartment is simultaneously the longest and shortest of your life. he drums his fingers on your thigh the entire time, dangerously close to where you wanted him thanks to the skirt you decided to wear that day.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone move as quickly as beomgyu does when he parks his car and almost yanks you out, pulling you up the stairs of his complex to his unit. you barely make it through the door’s threshold, kicking off your shoes before he’s closing it and pushing you up against the wood.

his lips are on yours in an instant, kissing you with such fervor you might combust. his hands roam your body, sneaking behind your ass and hooking under your knees. you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could carry you to his room. though he didn’t look like it at first glance, he was actually pretty strong. thank god his roommates weren’t home.

he shuts his door with his foot, never disconnecting his mouth from yours. you fall onto his mattress with a slight bounce, spreading your thighs enough so he could fit between them, his arms caging either side of you. the warmth of his tongue tangling with your own is burning, scorching even, stealing the air from your lungs.

you part from him to catch your breath, throwing your head back when he starts pressing kisses to the column of your throat, nibbling and sucking all the right spots. your hand cups him through his jeans, palming his hardening erection with each bite of your tender skin. he hisses into your ear, creeping his way up your skirt to thumb circles over your underwear.

“can i see that pretty set of yours now?” he pants, running a hand through his black hair. you don’t hesitate when you nod, almost ripping off your top and skirt with determination. the black velvet is soft under his fingertips as he glides his middle finger along the material of your bralette, going all the way to the band of the thong. he licks his lips. “i love this on you, but i wanna take it off just as much.”

so he does. you’re bared to him now, for real this time, without a screen in the center. you’re not left alone for too long, beomgyu stripping himself of his clothes, desperate for you. he takes ahold of your hip, massaging it gently and gazing into your eyes with a lust so passionate you think you’ll melt. his cock is just centimeters away from your aching pussy, so close you can feel the heat of it.

“need you so badly, gyu. please…” you beg, fisting the comforter below you.

“fuck,” he groans, resting his forehead on yours. “please what? tell me what you need, baby.”

“need your cock deep inside me— ah,” you whine when he trails his knuckle down your slit. “wanna f-feel you.”

that’s all the confirmation he requires, dragging the head of his dick between the lips of your cunt, catching your sensitive clit each time and provoking a moan from you. when he deems you wet enough, he slips in, strengthening his grip on your hips. you whimper as he bottoms out, giving yourself a minute to adjust to his size and length. he’s hot and heavy, stuffing you just beyond what you can take.

“s-so tight,” he moans, one hand pushing up your knee and the other sliding in the middle of the two of you, rubbing your clit gently. “you’re squeezing me, p-pretty girl.”

he hadn’t even started moving and he was already lost in the heat of your walls. you didn’t know seeing beomgyu so pussy drunk was something you needed. the thought has you clamping around his cock, making him gasp at the sensation.

“gyu, m-move— god, please move.” you whimper, tugging at the strands of his hair at his nape.

he grunts, slowly rocking his hips. the angle he’s at is just right, hitting everywhere you need him to and more. your brain feels muddied, not a single thought coming to mind, just the feeling of his cock buried inside of you. your head lolls to the side and beomgyu shoves his face into the crook of your neck, a low growl emerging from his chest as he picks up his pace. each snap of his thighs against the back of your own, slipping with the thin sheen of sweat coating your skin has your vision blurring.

“gonna cum for me yet?” he breathes, the huskiness of his voice inciting goosebumps to litter across the expanse of your skin. he adds a minuscule amount of pressure to the pattern he’s thumbing into your clit and you clench down on him, giving him the answer he was awaiting.

“gonna cum s-so hard, gyu— mmm f-fuck— feels so good,” you mewl, digging your heels into the bed and tangling your fingers deeper into his dark tresses. one particularly harsh sting to his scalp has him going feral, the control he had over his speed diminishing to nothing.

a perfectly timed kiss to your sweet spot and a pinch to your clit breaks the band in your core and tips you across the edge, waterfall like waves coursing through your body as you keen voluminously. your orgasm forces your walls to ripple, coaxing beomgyu’s ejaculation. his hips stutter and he pulls his cock out just in time to shoot milky white ropes of cum onto your belly with an airy moan filling your ears.

beomgyu cards his fingers through his hair, still hovering dangerously and impossibly close to you. “that was—”

“wow.” is all you can both say, laughing at the mess you’ve made. that smile of his, the one you’ve grown accustomed to, the ‘gyu grin’ as you liked to call it, makes its appearance and you can’t quell the knot tightening in your tummy.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” he says, extending his arm out to support you. he leads you into the bathroom, where he consequently turns on the water from the shower head. when he follows you in, you spin under the spray to raise an eyebrow at him. “i won’t try anything! i just wanna help you since i’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“okay! okay! no need to get so defensive.” you joke, turning back around to enjoy the warmth and pressure of the water against your sore muscles.

beomgyu comes up behind you, squeezing body wash into the palm of his hand. he lathers the soap into your skin while he kisses your neck and shoulders with a fondness you swore only existed in books. you lean into his touch, succumbing to your surroundings.

you’d never experienced anything like this before. there were so many emotions swirling inside of you and you didn’t know which ones to listen to. you were starting to feel like the main character in a movie.

“gyu?”

“hmm?” he hums, focused on rinsing you carefully.

“i think,” you swallow thickly, shutting your eyes as you gather the words. “i think that i love you.”

you feel the way his hand halts its movements, slightly trembling in nervousness. he has you face him once more, searching your face for any indication that you’re kidding. (you’re not.) then the widest and brightest smile you’ve ever seen from him spreads across his lips.

“i think that i love you, too.”

that’s about as euphoric as it got with him.

you thought after that, that it could only get easier. you thought as time passed, it’d be a second nature to love choi beomgyu. but it was the complete opposite.

the gentleness of his hold and the sweet nothings whispered when it was just the two of you, was no more than that, just between you. in front of his friends it was like you were a friend, one of the guys. soobin and yeonjun didn’t even know you were dating until you mentioned something about your four month anniversary.

it didn’t help that everyone knew how attractive he was. his long lashes and the way his silky obsidian hair curled around the back of his neck, white strands sprinkled about, were very pleasing to look at. girls all over campus would kill to be the one draped on his arm. and while it didn’t bother you at first, because you understood the side effects of having a good looking boyfriend, it quickly became an issue when he didn’t shove away the attention.

the deeper you fell for beomgyu, the deeper you carved wounds into your own self.

you think back to when you first got together, the unrelenting butterflies knocking against your ribs, the blaze in your stomach. you remember thinking that it couldn’t get any better and you wish you could rewind time to tell yourself to savor all of those little moments. to cherish the few months that felt like your own personal piece of heaven. because all you felt towards the end was a hollowness in your chest, where your heart should’ve been.

you wanted to salvage your relationship. you wanted to keep fighting for that fire that you so hopelessly desired to still exist somewhere. but as you sit on seonmi’s bed after the second dance performance he missed, bawling your eyes out into a tub of ice cream, you decide that you can’t take it anymore. you were at your limit.

she rubs at your back comfortingly, watching you pull out your phone to call him. you attempt to seize your sniffles, praying you can keep up a brave front.

just as you think he’s sending you to voicemail, he answers. “hello?”

suddenly you’re catapulted to five months ago, to the first day in your history class last semester. you’re reminded of the twinkle in his eye whenever he walked into the lecture hall, the twinkle that you recognized from almost an alarming distance. you’re back in that same seat beside him, trying to concentrate on what the professor’s saying, but constantly returning to him.

you’re slingshot to three months ago, when your relationship was still fresh, when you were in your honeymoon phase. you recall sitting in your living room with him, working on homework and talking about both nothing and everything. you’re singing along to a song that won’t sound the same ever again. a song that will always make you think of him. of the only boy you’ve ever truly loved.

“i can’t keep doing this, gyu.”

“is it okay if i’m on aux while we stretch?” your friend asks from across the dance studio.

you look up from your phone, turning it off and tossing it into your bag with a nod. “sure, i don’t mind. as long as you don’t have a shitty taste in music.”

she laughs, throwing you the finger as she shuffles her playlist. you roll your neck, bringing an arm behind your head. a familiar guitar riff crackles through the speakers. it’s a song you haven’t listened to in years, due to its history in your past.

“oh shit, i love this song!”

maybe you would’ve said otherwise if you were a few years younger. maybe it would’ve brought tears to your eyes and reopened scars you hoped would heal. but instead of remembering all the negatives, you remember the night you first heard it and smile genuinely.

“me too.”

© yeonjunszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

WARNINGS: Mentions of [lots of] blood, use of the 'f' word literally ONCE, uhh, I think that's it?

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

El sits on the floor of Mike's basement, back to the couch. Candy wrappers and crumbs were scattered around a finished puzzle of a beautiful green forest. The strange plastic ship, floating in the air in front of her. It suddenly drops to the ground as her attention is brought to the Supercomm on the couch. She picks up the device and clicks it on, bored with the static that comes from the other end, she soon abandons the device and stands up.

She walks up the steps, eager to explore the house more. When she reaches the top of the steps, she cautiously peeks around the corner. When she decides no one is home and the coast is clear, she continues to explore the house.

With the house to herself, she had more time to linger, and appreciate and explore. It was fascinating to her, and yet it made her sad. Could she have had a life like this? She didn't know what to think when she admired every object, every picture on the wall. There was one in particular that caught her eye.

It was a small photograph, but you could tell it was important. It was another picture of Mike and his friends. Only, they were younger. They were playing and splashing around in the water, a lake it looked like, surrounded by beautiful green trees. Each of them had an arm wrapped around each other forming a line, and their pants were rolled up to their knees.

The young boy on the very left had messy black hair, who El immediately recognized as Mike. He was smiling brightly at her from the picture. A young Lucas to his right, who wore a rather proud grin. Dustin was looking at the two, more specifically Lucas; he had been laughing when the photo was taken.

Will, she believed his name was, had one scrawny arm draped loosely around Dustin, however, he had his full attention on a very cheery looking Y/n who stood proudly showing off a very small frog to the camera. He had daisies on his head, tangled in his hair, and a gleaming smile showed off a missing tooth. He was holding the frog so delicately.

But it wasn't Y/n, or even Mike that caught her eye. It was the way Will was looking at Y/n. His eyes held a certain fondness and appreciation, his smile warm and genuine. El tilted her head ever so slightly, thinking. Something deep inside her was gnawing at her, a feeling that was foreign to her. Shaking her head, she moved on to the rest of the living room.

She went back to the funny chair Mike had shown her and took a seat. She reached over and pulled on the lever, sending her back and forth as it kicked her feet out. She looked around curiously as the chair rocked her back and forth.

El noticed the weird device on the table beside her and picked it up. It was a strange curved thing attached by a curly wire. It had many buttons, every one of them had a number on them. It let out a strange noise, barely audible from the top. She brought it up to her ear to listen to the endless monotone hum. Not knowing what else to do she mimicked the tone, just for fun before putting it back.

She stood up from the chair and sat herself down on her knees in front of the TV. Curious, she ran her fingers down the side until she felt the button and pressed it. A brief crackle of static rang out and as soon as it came on it was replaced with the voice of an older man, the screen lit up in front of her.

"...was occupying a large part of Lebanon. Today, Syria has become a home for-"

Click.

El pressed another button.

The moving picture on the screen changed, where many bright flashes of color dance across the screen. A fake man with yellow hair held a sword as he exclaimed.

"I have the power!"

Click.

"...gift that will last forever. From the Harmony Treasures' collection-"

Click.

A beautiful melody came from the TV set and El's eyes widened in surprise.

Click.

"On the beach and in the sun"

El froze. She recognized the rolling tin can that appeared on the TV. Her breathing began to quicken as she fought the memories back.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

The all too familiar humming and beeping of the machines echoed off of the cold, isolating walls. Eleven sat at the same table, with the same camera facing the same window with the same adults who watch her and study her. Nothing was new, and she feared nothing ever would be. All she wants is to go this over with. Wanting to get the damn wires off of her head.

Yet, she sat still, compliant, unmoving. Never taking her eyes off of Papa as she watched him hand the clipboard to one of the men and give her a nod of his head. She turned her head and attention to the small Coke drink. Her eyes bore into the empty can and she concentrated.

Her head shook ever so slightly as she focused, straining. It was difficult, but she was able to do it. The can caved into itself with a loud 'crack' and it wasn't until the monitors stopped did she realize how loud they had been. She looked back to Papa, looking for his approval.

He stood unmoving, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. She felt her nose run damp, a warm liquid oozed from her nose. She blinked, confused and slowly brought her hand up to her upper lip, realizing she was bleeding. She looked to Papa, expectantly. He only smiled a cold empty grin.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"Coke is it! Coke is it!"

El quickly pushed the first button, shutting the TV off. Breathing heavily, she stood up and made her way to the basement.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

My back was beginning to hurt from hunching over for so long, but nevertheless, I continued looking. Lucas needs ammo for his wrist rocket, so naturally, the four of us were currently scouring the schoolyard for rocks.

"How about this one?" Mike asks, walking up to Dustin.

Dustin examines the rock Mike handed to him.

"Too big for the sling." He shrugs, tossing the rock to the grass. "So, do you think Eleven was born with her powers, like the X-Men, or do you think she acquired them, like... like Green Lantern?"

"She's not a superhero. She's a weirdo." Lucas says as he searches for that.

"You don't know that," I mumble, Lucas, however, doesn't hear me.

"Why does that matter? The X-Men are weirdos." Mike adds.

Lucas turns to Mike, agitated. "If you love her so much, why don't you marry her?"

I roll my eyes, and straighten up, stretching out my back.

"What are you talking about?" Mike sighs.

"Mike, seriously?"

"What?"

"You look at her all, like... 'Hi, El! El! El! El! I love you so much!'" Lucas teases, grabbing Mike in for a hug before getting down on one knee. "'Would you marry me?' I'm telling you, man, you're just as bad as Will!" He stood back up when he said the last-

'Wait...What?'

"What?" I asked, completely thrown off.

The boys freeze, Lucas especially. Lucas excluded, the boys all look at me with awkward smiles on their faces. Dustin chuckles and gives a still frozen Lucas a few pats on the arm.

"Good job, man. Real smooth."

"Guys, what is going on?" I asked exasperated, crossing my arms.

"Shit," Lucas whispers, closing his eyes.

"Lucas..."

Mike wears a triumphant grin on his face and looks expectantly at Lucas.

"Yeah, Lucas. Tell him."

Lucas sighs, and stiffly turns around, his change of attitude dramatic. He looks around once or twice before growing stern with me.

"You, and Will?" He suggests.

"What about us? What does that have to do with- Oh come on... You can't be serious. He does not like me."

"Literally everyone knows he is totally in love with you." He scoffs.

I scoff in return. "Love? Don't you think you're being a little dramatic? Not to mention, ridiculous?"

"Am I wrong?" He turns to the boys, who hesitantly shrug.

He turns back to me, a look screaming 'There you have it.'

"That doesn't prove anything! We're best friends! So what if we're close?"

He laughs. "Yeah, just as close as Nancy and Steve! And you're no better. You just haven't realized it yet."

"W-What? W-what ar- No!" My words are caught in my throat and I felt my cheeks begin to burn.

'No, I don't!'

It takes moments for me to recover. "Okay, let's say you're right. Let's say he does love me. How can you know for sure, huh? It's not like he told you!"

"Uhh, yeah! Might as well have. He didn't deny it!"

My heart stops, and I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach.

'Will? And me?'

"Look what we have here!"

'Oh, God. Not now.'

I roll my eyes and before I can stop myself I speak. "What do you want, Troll?"

My eyes widen at my sudden boldness but I remain confident. I stare down the two boys who have been bullying us for as long as we've attended this school.

"You better watch your mouth, freak-"

"Back off!" Dustin yells, cutting him off.

Troy looks over to Dustin, looking prepared to throw more insults at my brother but something changes his mind and he cools off. A smug smile tugs at his lips.

"Or what?" Troy spits.

Dustin falls silent, and Troy continues.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. What are you losers doing back here anyway?"

"Probably looking for their missing friend." Troy's goon laughs.

Anger begins to take over and my blood starts to boil.

"That's not funny. It's serious. He's in danger." Dustin immediately cuts in.

"I hate to break it to you, Toothless, but he's not in danger. He's dead. That's what my dad says."

'Where's that damn rock?'

"He said he was probably killed by some other queer."

I feel a lurch in my chest, and I can practically feel my vision going red.

"Come on. Just ignore them." Mike soothes, not only to me but to Dustin and Lucas as well.

He's right. I need to get out of here. I storm off, ready to shove him in the shoulder as I pass but suddenly I feel something catch my foot and I fall to the ground. A sudden wave of searing pain explodes on my chin when I hit the ground.

Dazed and confused, I push myself up enough to see a large, rather bloody rock just inches from my face.

I groan, rolling over on my back, I hear laughing and frantic footsteps.

"Y/n!" Dustin and Mike run over to me, Lucas storms up to Troy.

Dustin and Mike each grab an arm and help me sit up. I hesitantly bring a hand up to my chin and I hiss in pain. I look at my fingers and they are absolutely covered in blood.

'Holy crap.'

I groan and look to Lucas worried. He stands firm and tall, right up in Troy's face.

"Leave us. The fuck. Alone." He says through clenched teeth.

My eyes triple in size, surprised by Lucas's actions.

Troy and his friend laugh and walk away. Repeating Lucas in a mocking voice.

"You okay Y/n?" He reaches out his hand.

I gladly take it. However, I get a little lightheaded as I stand. "Shit, that's a lot of blood."

I look down and I see splots of blood already sprinkling my shirt.

'Great. This will be easy to explain to mom.'

"You still have that first aid kit?"

I close my eyes, sighing.

"Crap. No. I left it at Mike's." I sigh.

"We better get you to the nurse's office then."

"No, I-I'm fine." I sigh, wincing at the pain.

"Are you sure? You're bleeding, like a lot." Mike says.

"Yeah, I'm good. As long as I stop the bleeding, I'll be fine.. My body has always been able to heal quicker than most, anyways."

"He's right. I've seen it."

I offer a small smile. "Well, I at least better go get a tissue or something. I'll be right back." I say.

The boys nod, and I head off to the bathroom. My mind wanders back to what Lucas was telling me earlier, and the weird feeling in my stomach returns...

[maastrash]

Person A and Person B are friends and neither of them have a date for Valentine’s Day, so they decide to order takeout of some kind and watch a movie together. At some point, hidden feelings are revealed. umm elorcan, obvi, because i am nothing if not predictable 🤪

isa... babe... i swear i actually did start writing this around Valentine's day... but... i am CLEARLY a mess.... please accept my VERY late elorcan present 😳

Valentine's Day Confessions

a/n: surprise i am alive ;)

Elide cursed as she grabbed the steaming hot popcorn bag from the microwave. The decadent buttery scent filled her cozy apartment as she poured it into her favorite mixing bowl. She was about to pour in the m&m’s when she remembered who exactly was joining her tonight - Lorcan. And her friend was not a fan of chocolate. If you asked her, the man simply had no taste.

It was Valentine’s Day and the pair had decided to have a singles awareness celebration. Since their entire friend group was filled with couples they were each other’s only source of company on this dreaded day. Truthfully, Elide despised Valentine’s day. Seeing countless couple posts on Instagram and stupid lovey-dovey shit everywhere only made her more bitter. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in a long time - too long. If she was being honest, she had always thought Lorcan would make a move on her one day. Though at this point, it had been years of banter and flirting with absolutely nothing else, so she had pretty much lost all hope. She would just have to accept that she would forever be in the friend zone, but of course, that was easier said than done.

She settled into the couch with her favorite stuffed animal when the doorbell rang. Lorcan, she assumed.

“It’s open,” she called.

“Elide, I could have been a killer,” Lorcan chastised as he took off his leather jacket and shoes at the front.”

“What killer rings the doorbell?” she shot back.

“Ok fair point,” he said, quickly settling down next to her.

“What do you wanna watch?” she asked, turning to Netflix.

Lorcan shrugged, “Your house your rules El.”

“Lorcan,” she grumbled. “You know I’m too indecisive for this.”

He had the audacity to laugh at her misery, “I know, but it’s funny watching you struggle.”

“I already know no romance movies. I’ve already seen enough lovey Snapchat stories to last a lifetime.”

“Agreed. Did you see all the shit Rowan and Aelin have been posting?” Lorcan asked with a laugh.

Elide laughed too. “Can’t be worse than Lysandra and Aedion.”

Maybe they were just cynical because they were both single, but at the moment Elide didn’t care. It was fun to joke around with Lorcan.

“Let’s watch an action movie then,” Lorcan suggested.

“John wick?” Elide asked, already clicking play.

Lorcan smiled, “Sounds like a plan.”

The movie had barely begun before Lorcan was shifting his massive frame to lay down, placing his head on Elide’s lap.

"Lorcan," she groaned. “You’re heavy as fuck.”

He mockingly gasped, “I’ll have you know I’m on a diet Elide Lochan.”

“It’s your absurd height, stupid,” she whacked him, but he was laughing the whole time.

“You’re warm,” Lorcan whined, sounding much like the five-year-olds that Elide taught every day.

“I have blankets right over there,” she said, gesturing to the basket overflowing with various throws.

Lorcan only stretched his legs out and adjusted himself on her lap. “If you don’t get up I’m gonna sit over there,” she said motioning to the new armchair she recently bought.

“When did you get that?” he asked, finally speaking.

“A few days ago because you literally take up the whole couch when we hang out.” She actually got it for decoration, but bantering with Lorcan was entertaining.

“You’re dramatic Lochan.”

“I’m dramatic?” Elide asked, as she stood. “I’ll show you dramatic.”

She walked to the armchair and plopped down crossing her arms and legs.

She was about to add another dramatic remark, but before she could she felt the chair give way. Suddenly, she was on the floor.

“Ouch,” she mumbled, once she registered the pain she felt on her ass.

“Elide, are you okay?” Lorcan asked, making his way over.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she muttered. “But I am never buying Ikea furniture again.”

In all honesty, it was probably her faulty building skills, but she was not going to admit that at the moment.

She tried to stand but pain shot up her ankle. She had landed on it weirdly, due to her dramatic crossed leg position.

“Wait for me Lochan,” Lorcan said as he carefully picked her up bridal style from the ruins of what once was her armchair.

“I could’ve walked,” she said softly against his chest.

That made Lorcan chuckle. “You were barely standing, El. You would have hobbled at best,” he said gently, placing her on the couch. "Let me get some ice. Your ankle already looks pretty swollen."

“I think it's just aggravated. Old wound,” she tried to say it with a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Lorcan’s eyes softened in understanding. “Ice won’t hurt though.”

Elide nodded and Lorcan took to the kitchen freezer in search of ice. He returned moments later with a bag of frozen peas wrapped haphazardly in a paper towel. He helped situate her ankle on a pillow so it was elevated and gingerly placed the bag on top.

“Shit that’s cold,” Elide couldn’t help but hiss.

Lorcan laughed softly and Elide smiled. Lorcan’s laugh was one of her favorite sounds. It was rare to see him smile and laugh openly when they were with their other friends, but when it was just them she saw it more often. She liked to think that it was because he was comfortable enough with her to show the real Lorcan.

“That’s the point, Lochan.”

“Get us some drinks, Salveterre,” she chuckled. “There is no better medicine than alcohol.”

“Whatever you say, boss,”

“I have a bottle of wine on the top shelf,” Elide called when she heard Lorcan rustling around.

“Got it,” Lorcan said, returning with a cup of wine. A cup.

“I was too lazy to find the glass,” he said in response to the look she gave him.

Elide stuck her tongue out at him before accepting the cup. “Let’s drink every time Keanu Reeves shoots someone,” she suggested.

“Elide, I think you would throw up if we did that.”

Elide rolled her eyes, “I’m not as much of a lightweight as I was in college, Lorcan.”

He raised a brow at her statement. “We’ll see about that."

As he expected, it had barely been 20 minutes, and Elide was already a giggling mess.

It only took 10 more for her head to fall on Lorcan’s shoulder.

And after another 10 minutes, Elide was onto the honesty.

She had hung out with Lorcan one on one many times, but nothing as intimate as a movie night on Valentine’s day where they were practically cuddling.

“Ok Salveterre truth or dare,” Elide slurred, turning to look at him.

“Elide the movie isn’t over yet,” he said pointing to the screen.

Elide gave him a look and paused the movie, “I’m too drunk to pay attention, plus we’ve watched this movie like five times,”

“Fine,” He laughed, giving in, “I say dare.”

“I dare you,” she said, poking him in the chest, “To kiss me.”

Lorcan almost spit out his wine. “Elide, you are way too drunk to be saying things like that.”

“I’m serious,” she said, setting her wine cup down for emphasis.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you, but you clearly only want to be friends.”

“Elide -”

“I know I’m not your type,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor. “It’s fine, we can forget about this and blame it on the alcohol. It doesn’t have to be weird between us.”

She felt his hands on her chin, tilting it so they made eye contact.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you too. Elide Lochan, you are smart, kind, and pretty much out of my league in every single way. ”

She felt her cheeks flush at his admission. “Please just kiss me already, Salvettere.”

Without another word, his lips were on hers. Soft and sweet, a perfect first kiss, but she wanted more. She kissed him harder and opened her mouth. He took the hint, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. He pulled her closer, her heart was beating wildly against his.

Elide shifted so she was straddling his lap. She grinded against him and let herself get lost in the way he felt. The way he made her feel.

Lorcan shifted slightly as if he was going to lay her down. It would have been perfect, but Elide’s ankle turned too quick and she grimaced, breaking the kiss for a moment, but that’s all it took for Lorcan to pull back.

“Shit. Sorry, Lochan. I forgot about your ankle.”

“No I’m fine,” she panted breathlessly, trying to pull him back in.

“Maybe we should stop for tonight,” he said, brushing the hair from her eyes.

Elide grumbled, “stupid cock blocking ankle.”

Lorcan laughed again. “I can get you set up in your bed before I head out.”

Elide couldn’t help the pout, “Stay please?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his chest.

He smiled softly. “Anything for you, El.”

They readjusted on the couch so they were facing each other, this time cautious of Elide’s ankle. Lorcan pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and Elide tucked herself closer to his side. It wasn’t long before both of them became drowsy thanks to the alcohol and their heartfelt confessions.

And as Elide began drifting off to sleep in Lorcan’s arms, she knew this is how she wanted to spend every night for the rest of her life.

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[boydykedoctor]

i can't stop thinking what part of the comedy the actors mention is in this amazing dynamic of will and mike fighting and jonathan moderating

that's the thing! I assume a lot of comedy will come from the argyle and jonathan odd couple dynamic, but el GOING WITH THE GOVERNMENT seems pretty dramatic and not funny! and I kind of doubt el and potentially will having a hard time at school will be played for laughs either.

so yeah if will is supposedly a part of the comic relief this season like noah said and he's not just sitting to the side while argyle does funny stuff, then I expect the mike & will conflict to be at least kind of lighthearted compared to last season. which feels weird for the two of them imo, but the actors seem to have enjoyed themselves and as long as whatever it is gets properly resolved (i mean. come on. we have the time for it.) i'll probably like it enough

[not-close-to-straight]

FATWS Episode 4

I’m finally fucking getting time to watch this thing. 

Dramatic reactions, incoherent ramblings and spoilers under the cut. 

Right off the bat I’m feeling like the only thing I really remember about Episode Three is vaguely not trusting Sharon Carter. I’m really supposed to believe Peggy Carters Niecey, defender of Captain America and dismantler of Hydra really is selling stolen art in Madripoor? Seems fake, but okay. 

Let’s get into it. 

Have I mentioned I love Karli’s freckles? Her hair and her freckles kill me, I never understood people who don’t think freckles are cute. They are actual dots of delightfulness

AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AYO AYO AYO She is so ridiculously beautiful wtf. I’m shaving my head TOMORROW so I can be half as amazing as her. 

Wait is this a Wakanda flashback? Six years ago... ohhhh look at my goatherder Jesus Bucky, let that baby rest. WHY IS SHE SAYING THE WORDS? LOOK AT HIS EYES PLEASE STOP. This is hurting my soul. Oh god homecoming, and it’s the moment he knew Steve. Oh the tears, I can’t. I CAN’T. “You are free” I’m already crying and it’s been 1.2 minutes. 

Damn right the White Man doesn’t understand anything of their loss and shame. LISTEN TO BUCKY SPEAK WAKANDAN. I LOVE IT. Urgh she’s so beautiful. Her murder strut is impeccable. I’m in love and I’m swoooooooning. 

“It was sweet of you to defend me” Zemo take ten to twenty percent off the top there, This isn’t a date.

Hey, I feel like I don’t love that they refer to Karli as “Karli”. If she was a man, it would be Last Name Basis. “She’s a kid” “she’s a supremacist.” hmmm seeing a parallel between Wanda and Karli and the way they were treated. “She’s a kid?” She’s actually ridiculously powerful but thanks for that. (no Wanda hate here, just pointing it out) 

“My TT” ITS HIS AUNTIE BUCKY YOU’D KNOW THIS IF YOU WERE EVER INVITED TO THE COOKOUT 

Uh Zemo, maybe we don’t be the creepy guy in the coat offering children candy. I mean, the tactic worked but you could literally not be creepier right now.  Honestly I don’t know why I’m so surprised he’s keeping the Donya thing from them, duh he’s a villain, but I’m still surprised?? The sugar daddy role got me FOOLED

Sam being the one that understands what it means to be fighting to be on the other side of the “barbed wire fences” is so sad. 

BUCKY’S MAD. Sam has something against head tilts, that’s so funny to me for some reason. I DON’T TRUST SHARON. 

Why do I smell some foreshadowing with Karli’s talk about destroying the shield and how it’s a relic of a bygone era and a symbol of everyone that was left out

“take it easy before it gets weird” SAM. 

John Walker literally looks more sketchy every time we see him. Also, if you can’t say “son, just don’t” and everyone stops in their tracks, you are NOT Captain America. Its worrying me that Battlestar (battleship? lmaoooo) is starting to side with BuckySam because if there’s one thing literally every movie has taught me, it’s that the person who switches sides ends up dead and if I have to watch a POC first be relegated to sidekick and then killed I might actually riot

It’s so good to see Sam being Counselor!Sam. I think that gets so overlooked with him and I think it’s one of the most defining traits of his character. He’s not just a soldier, he’s not just brave, he’s seen the loss and he knows the struggle and he chose to help others through it while also being equally willing to suit back up and save the world. 

“Don’t patronize me” stop acting like a damn child. Why is John so twitchy, I don’t like it. OH is he really gonna say “this is easy for you, all this serum running through your veins” as if Bucky had a say in anything about in his life beyond Azzano. 

GET HIM BITCH punch his raggedy ass! 

Oh look at Bucky jumping, Winter Soldier, more like Winter Squirrel PARKOUR. Goddamn Zemo with his gun, oh no look at all that super soldier serum! I mean, you have to commend the guy for never wavering from his path. JOHN WALKER AND THE SERUM! It’s supposed to amplify what’s in your heart?? AND HE SUCKS OH NO. 

The power broker texts her “little girl” that’s so gross. 

“Separate them and kill Captain America” three months ago I would have howled at that line, now I’m like...meh. 

Sam wouldn’t have taken the serum-- not surprising. He’s a good man all by himself. No serum needed. Have you seen those arms? Actual Cannons of Freedom and Justice. “What about bucky” I love that he’s thinking about Bucky. Someone please protect these boys. 

Aw Bucky baby you’re not crazy. It’s funny to see him drink cos he definitely can’t get drunk. It’s the equivalent of some diva drinking a white wine spritzer. 

WHY IS JOHN WALKER BACK. 

THERE’S MY WOMEN OH MY GOD I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED IN MY LIFE. Do not shake her hand. John Walker, she will bite your hand off. Pointy Sticks, the Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever they want OMG HE TOUCHED HER omg. Look at Zemo sipping his drink LOOKING STRONG JOHN I CANNOT I CANNOT.

“Lets talk about this” Bucky is so calm. Bye bye Zemo. Oh GET it Sam with those fancy moves. 

...what just happened with Bucky’s arm. what just happened. “James” oh man waht does that mean?! Has Wakanda left him? Has he dishonored Them? My brain is moving too fast for this. 

I would like to have a moment of silence for John Walkers ego because he, a White Man (tm) and Solder (tm) and American (tm) just got his shit actually handed to him by a Black woman and he sat there and tried to more her “pointy stick” and couldn’t and then she full on did the shield kick thing while he sat on the ground and looked up at her and you know what? i think that’s very sexy of her, I will be watching this scene on repeat for the next hundred years wtf. 

Also ALSO? This is it. This is the moment where The Man (tm) can’t handle being beat so he goes and does something stupid, this is it, isn’t it? The Man Pain he just can’t tolerate? 

Oh my god Bucky’s face with his arm. I mean, it makes sense his arm would come off but to have himself literally disarmed (get it) in a fight is so... I mean it’s violating in a way, and its almost a betrayal as well but at the same time maaaaaaybe it’s a relief? Maybe its a relief to know he doesn’t always have to be a Soldier, he can take the arm off and just be Bucky?? 

Also I had to pause the show to write about this because my hand cramped up from trying to type too fast ughhh

Back into it 

ARM PORN NOISES I LOVE THEM

Whats an El Chapo? Oh wait, I figured it out. 

I love Lemar’s voice. He’s so confident talking about the serum but lets be perfectly honest, Karli Morgenthau and Steve Rogers are basically the same person a hundred years apart. If you don’t think Steve Rogers would have singlehandedly led a revolt against a world government he thought was wrong, you are 100% incorrect. Not that I think he wouldn’t have resorted to bombings etc, but also... that sort of life does awful things to people. 

WHY IS SHE CALLING SARAH. “My world doesn’t matter to America” oh sweetheart, I feel that in my soul. Sarah knows who Sam is. She knows he’s not working for John Walker. This is the first time I’ve been anti-Karli. I know she’s desperate but you don’t threaten someones babies. 

HEY LOOK THERE’S ME NOT TRUSTING SHARON AGAIN

It actually makes me angry to even see Walker carrying the shield like that. I’m aware it’s an overreaction, but your honor, I hate him. 

...Lemar? 

Don’t make me watch a POC die for some White Man’s story arc, don’t do that. 

Oh. Shit. 

Sam do something. SAM DO SOMETHING. HE’S NOT GOOD SAM! 

My god do I love watching Bucky fight. Those Kicks of Vengeance will never get old. CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKER use them wings Sam. 

Oh Hoskins is okay. Alright. 

Bucky with the good knives, I LOVE HIM. The fight scenes are always so well coordinated in WS. We see you definitely not killing when you absolutely could. 

OH FUCK HOSKINS WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT WE WEREN’T GOING TO DO THIS WHAT THE FUCK

...this makes me so mad wtf. We couldn’t have done this journey without pointlessly sacrificing a POC? No? Have to drag that trope out? Gonna make me watch another Black man be killed just so the White Guy can move his story forward. 

oh shit Walker is MAD. 

Fuck he just-- he just murdered someone with Steve’s shield. he just MURDERED SOMEONE WITH THE SHIELD AND EVERYONE WAS WATCHING. 

And look at him, he feels no remorse. He feels perfectly justified. He is DARING them to say something to him. He is America (tm) brutally silencing protests and rebellions and taking his own issues out on people he feels disrespect him and you can’t tell him he’s wrong because he can justify every drop of blood by making it about how he felt “they beat me and they weren’t even super soldiers. they disobeyed me. they should have listened to me. they killed my friend.”

I keep hearing preserum Steve saying “I don’t like bullies” and then imagining him beating the shit out of Walker. 

...That visual of the shield with blood on it... it’s so... shocking isn’t even the right word. Horrifying. Its horrifying.  

I don’t even know what to say. 

This episode was a whiplash. The writers of this series need to be commended. Also the stunt men and the fight choreographers. Fucking kudos, and now I need a stiff drink and a good cry because this episode took it OUT of me. 

[boxesandrings]

Hello! First off, I simply adore your writing. Your characterizations simply feel so... natural! It's lovely! Second, could I request some fluffy Harvey/Elliott at either the Feast of the Winter Star or the Spirit's Eve festival? That would be grand. Thank you!

Teehee sorry this took so long! I had written a story about the two of them at the Feast of the Winter Star and then hated it so much I completely started over 🤪 So I hope you enjoy this now seasonally appropriate Spirit's Eve fluff!

Title: Meet me Halfway

Rating: G

Summary: Harvey is crushing on Elliott, but is more than okay with keeping things the way they are. When Elliott invites him into the maze at the Spirit's Eve festival though, the men get much closer than Harvey ever thought.

Characters: Elliott, Harvey, Sebastion, Marlon, Maru, F!Farmer

Words: 2841

Harvey had been standing by the refreshments table when Elliott passed behind him, his fingertips lightly grazing against the Doctor's shoulders. Harvey jumped, almost spilling his drink but managed to steady himself, cheeks flushed as Elliott laughed.

“A bit on edge, Doctor?” Harvey cleared his throat and set his cup down, his other hand reaching to the back of his neck.

“No! I mean, kinda. I have to say, I think this is probably my least favorite festival.” Elliott nodded. Harvey studied his face, trying to read the man next to him. Was there a slight blush in his face as well?

Even though they had lived in the same town for years now, only a few months ago had it struck Harvey how cute the man living on the beach was. They had talked a bit around town and at festivals, and of course Harvey was Elliott’s doctor. But since the community center had been restored Harvey had begun to spend more time there, reading articles that his colleagues from the city had sent him or using the craft room to work on his model planes. Elliott was there constantly as well, and the two men began to grow more familiar.

Harvey’s feelings surprised him. It wasn’t that he had never had feelings for another man before, but just how suddenly they had developed after getting to know Elliott was strange to him. Harvey had accepted who he was at this point in his life; he was rigid and methodical, overthinking most aspects of his life. But Elliott had somehow swept in and threw his life out of order— Harvey acted impulsively around him, and it scared him.

But what scared Harvey even more was that he couldn’t tell how Elliott felt about him. Elliott was definitely flirty with him, he couldn’t deny it. But Elliott flirted with everyone, or at least seemed to. Elliott was confident, outgoing, and rather touchy with almost everyone in town. There was no way Elliott felt the same way about him, introverted and anxious, but Harvey couldn’t help but feel the hard thumping in his chest everytime Elliott was around.

Beside him Elliott nodded, scooping some of the hot apple cider Gus was providing into his own cup.

“I can understand that. While I’m sure you’ve caught on that I tend to have a certain… flair for the dramatic,” Elliott regarded Harvey out of the corner of his eye, a coy smile on his lips, “this holiday quite honestly might be overdoing it.”

As if the universe was proving a point, a loud clanging noise rang out behind the men. Elliott’s eyes went wide with fear as he jumped, his body colliding with the Doctor’s as he moved away from the noise. Harvey dropped his drink as he steadied the man in front of him, not sure whether to be disappointed by the loss of his cider or elated by the touch. Once Elliott was no longer falling, Harvey turned to investigate the noise.

Behind him, one of the walking skeletons was at the edge of his cage, a bony arm outstretched and rattling against the bars. Sebastian had fallen back onto the ground and was trying to crawl away from the beast with wide eyes. Marlon stepped in quickly after the skeleton had made its move, pushing the monster further back in with a large stick. Once the skeleton was far enough back, Harvey watched as Marlon offered a hand to Sebastian and pulled the boy up, saying something stern but inaudible from this far away. Harvey turned back to Elliott, who was watching the scene with a grimace.

“You want to move somewhere else? Like, away from this?” Elliott’s gaze snapped back to Harvey, his unsettled look quickly turning into a smile.

“I’d like nothing more, my dear doctor.” Elliott linked his arm through Harvey’s and began to march off, Harvey blushing furiously as he stumbled along.

Elliott led them far away from the refreshments, until Harvey found them standing in front of the maze. Elliott looked toward the entrance, then turned to the Doctor.

“Do you want to go in? I’ve never actually tried the maze before, but with you I’m feeling a little bit more bold.” Elliott winked and Harvey coughed, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m not sure how much of a help I’d be in there. Honestly, the one time I tried before I barely made it 20 feet.” Elliott laughed.

“Well, maybe with the two of us working together we’d go 30.” Harvey chuckled. Before he could agree, someone called out behind him.

“Hey, Doc! You going in?” Harvey and Elliott turned and saw Maru and the Farmer walking toward them, hand in hand.

“Yes! The two of us are going to try to make it an astonishing 30 feet in.” Elliott had answered before he had gotten the chance to, so Harvey nodded along. Had he really agreed to go in, though? Beside him, he saw Elliott tip an imaginary hat toward the Farmer. “Howdy, partner.”

The Farmer sighed, letting go of Maru’s hand to brush her hand through her hair. “El, just because I live on a farm doesn’t mean I’m a cowboy.” Elliott tilted his head to the side, smiling slightly.

“I mean, you sure ride that horse of yours almost everywhere.” Harvey bit his lip, using the moment to bring himself back to reality. Elliott wasn’t flirting with him, he was like this with everyone. The Farmer sighed again, grabbing Maru’s hand once again.

“Whatever.” She began to pull Maru toward the maze. “Later, losers. We’ve got a maze to finish.” Elliott laughed next to Harvey, and waved the two women off. Maru looked over her shoulder grinning at Harvey, mouthing ‘you got this’ in an animated manner until she disappeared behind the first hedge, trailing after her partner.

Harvey furiously blushed. Maru had figured out his crush weeks ago after the two of them had gone out for drinks after work, when Harvey had been so busy staring at Elliott that he had walked straight into a stool and fallen over it.

“Well, no time like the present, I suppose.” Harvey blinked back to reality. Elliott was standing in front of him, the two men eye to eye. Harvey swallowed.

“I guess.” He put on a weak smile, attempting to feign some kind of confidence. Elliott nodded.

“Then let’s away!” Elliott turned and began to walk toward the maze. Harvey sighed, and followed quickly after.

It wasn’t long until the pair came to the first challenge of the maze. As Elliott and Harvey walked side by side, making pleasant small talk, that green hands began to poke their way out of the ground. Elliott jumped, his body colliding with the Doctor’s.

“Oh, Yoba!” Harvey instinctually grabbed Elliott, pulling him close.

“Oh, no, nope! No. Come on.” Harvey let go of Elliott’s shoulder, his hand grabbing the man around the forearm. He took off down another branch, Elliott running behind him.

Once they no longer saw the hands coming out of the ground, men stopped, panting.

“Okay, I get why you didn’t like to go in here.” Elliott looked up at Harvey, still out of breath. Harvey, unsure of how to react, just began to laugh, dropping to the ground as he tried to regain his composure. Elliott sat beside him, brushing his hair back.

“Yeah! No duh.” Elliott began to laugh as well, the men giggling in the dark. Once composed, Elliott turned to face Harvey.

“You know, I quite like it when you’re more relaxed like this. Not that you’re always stiff, just… you seem like there’s a lot going on in your mind.” Harvey weakly smiled and stood up. He was getting too loose.

“Well, that’s being a doctor, I suppose. Especially being the only one for quite a distance.” He offered his hand to Elliott, who took it and pulled himself up.

“That makes sense. You’re always thinking of others.” Elliott smiled. The two men regarded each other. Harvey found himself getting closer, their bodies almost touching, until he noticed a hedge off in the distance reflecting light. He took a step away.

“Wait, what’s that?” Elliott turned around and tilted his head, searching for what Harvey was referencing. Once spotted, Elliott faced him again.

“I guess we know where to go next.” Harvey nodded, and the two moved toward the light source.

The pair came to a large TV, alternating with static and a series of strange images, weird whispers emanating from the speaker bar attached.

“I mean, it’s not as unsettling as the hands but… I’m not a fan of this either.” Elliott was scanning the TV, frowning.

“I know Lewis is trying to boost tourism, but this seems like a lot,” Harvey added, taking a step closer toward his companion. It was human nature to huddle when scared, right? Elliott surely wouldn’t notice. Harvey thought about how he had held the writer when the hands came out of the ground. As terrifying as that was, he almost wanted to do it again.

“I don’t think Lewis built it. I think the Wizard in the woods said he was doing this,” Elliott suggested. The pair heard a snort and both jumped back, trying to find the source.

Maru stepped out from behind the TV, a funny look on her face. “He’s not a wizard, he’s just some hermit in the woods who likes to play with grass.” Harvey’s shoulders relaxed. It wasn’t a monster, it was his nurse.

“I don’t know. Leah said she’s seen some weird things going on at his tower at night.” Maru snorted again and turned her attention back to the screen.

“He probably has some of those LED strips that change colors on the outside of his home.” Elliott nodded, but didn’t look too convinced.

“Maru, what are you doing just lurking out here? And where’s your girlfriend?” Harvey looked around, making sure the TV was the only horror nearby.

“I wanted to figure out how this is working. There’s no plugs out here, and when I opened the battery compartment it was empty. There has to be some other energy source in here.” Maru held up her pocket knife in one hand, a couple of screws in the other. “And she went on ahead to keep exploring so I could play with this. When I’m done I’ll meet her in the middle point of the maze, it’s just up ahead.” She returned her full attention back to the monitor, walking around it’s backside once again.

Harvey turned to Elliott, who shrugged. “Should we move on?” Harvey smiled.

“Lets.”

From where they were standing, Harvey could see the middle point that Maru had talked about. The pair headed toward the fountain, and paused to watch the water shoot high up into the air.

“Well, I’d venture to say we made it quite a bit farther than 30 feet.” Harvey chuckled as Elliott gently elbowed him.

“Quite a bit farther than I made it last time, for sure.” Harvey smiled at Elliott, then turned his gaze back to the fountain. “I’m surprised it’s already the halfway point. It doesn’t seem like we’ve gone too far.”

“I suppose what this maze lacks in physical size, it makes up for in psychological horror.”

As if on cue, the men heard a yell from beyond the midway, and Abigail ran back in toward them, a blur of purple.

“No way, nuh-uh, nope! I’m out.” She blinked out of her confusion, and looked up at Harvey and Elliott. “Dudes, I’m OUT of here.” Harvey stuck a hand out, trying to stop the teen from bolting past him.

“Woah! Abby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He scanned for any obvious signs of injury, his doctor instincts kicking into gear. Abigail was generally fearless, even in regards to her own safety. It took a lot to rattle her.

She looked up at the doctor, her eyes wide with fear. “Dude, I mean Doc, there’s some big spiders back there. Like, me-sized. I’m outta here.” She brushed past Harvey and Elliott, making her way toward the path that the men had just come from. “Good luck!”

Harvey looked toward Elliott, who had noticeably paled. Elliott swallowed, then met the doctor’s gaze. “I mean, making this far was a personal victory anyways? Why push it?”

Harvey stared at Elliott, mouth ajar, before bursting into loud laughter. He sat on the edge of the fountain, trying to take deep breaths to contain his joy.

“Oh thank Yoba, I did NOT want to go in there.” Elliott laughed and sat beside him, his fingertips resting only an inch away from Harvey’s own.

“I think we did very well, though! I mean, halfway is nothing to sneeze at.” Elliott looked toward Harvey and winked. “And you’ve been so brave! Why, the way you rescued me from those hands was quite impressive.” Harvey coughed and stood up, suddenly aware of how close he was to Elliott.

“Yes, well, of course.” Elliott looked up at him, his smile slowly falling. Finally, Elliott sighed.

“I don’t know how much more direct I can be, Harvey.” Elliott’s voice was low, and much more serious than Harvey had ever heard. He turned to Elliott.

“What?” Elliott stood up and crossed his arm over his stomach, nervously rubbing his forearm.

“I mean, I hoped you would have caught on by now, over the past few months, or maybe you have and are just trying to be nice? I don’t…” He trailed off, his gaze lowering toward the ground. “I guess I just like you, Harvey, and I was hoping that by inviting you into the maze with me something would happen, but you keep pulling away and I just… I don’t know.”

Harvey’s jaw dropped. Elliott was flirting with him. Him! And oh Yoba, he had blown it, overthinking each touch, every word, the tone of his voice. Elliott had liked him, and Harvey was too full of fear to do anything. Had Maru known? Is that why she wished him luck?

Harvey sputtered, trying to spit out something, to reassure Elliott. He likes me too. Elliott sighed, meeting Harvey’s eyes again, forcing a smile.

“I’m sorry, that was probably a lot at once. I don’t know why it all came out like that. We can head out if you want.” Elliott took a step back.

Harvey needed to act, to break through his fear. He likes me. Now was not the time to be frozen by indecision, to read far too much into every action. Elliott was there, in front of him now but moving away.

Without thinking, maybe for the first time ever, Harvey reached out and grabbed Elliott’s shoulders, pulling the man in closer to him. Their lips connected, and as Harvey kissed him he could feel his heart beating violently in his chest. Elliott had tensed momentarily when the Doctor had grabbed him, but Harvery could feel him smiling now, melting into the kiss as Elliott placed a hand on the side of his face.

When he pulled back, Harvey was breathless, his hand shaking as he brushed a piece of hair out of Elliott’s face. Elliott was smiling, his cheeks flushed red.

“I like you, a lot, Elliott. I just… I didn’t think you felt the same way.” Elliott laughed quietly, his thumb stroking Harvey’s cheek.

“For such a bright man, you can be awfully dense.” Harvey smiled.

“Yeah.” Harvey moved to kiss Elliott again when he heard something shuffle in the maze behind him.

The men looked toward the path, still holding each other, as the Farmer huffed out of the maze, holding a rather large pumpkin in her hands.

“It’s just a pumpkin! I had to make my way through all that for a pumpkin! And not even a special one like last year, it’s made of foam!” She looked up, her expression softening when she realized what she had walked into. “Oh, um.”

“Maru’s back at the TV still,” Elliot said, his hands not moving from Harvey’s face. The Farmer’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two men’s faces, trying to press her lips together to stop from smiling.

“Thanks. Uh… yeah.” The Farmer walked quickly toward the way back, passing the men with a poorly suppressed smile on her face. Harvey figured she’d break the news to Maru as soon as she saw her.

“Well, where were we?” Harvey turned his attention back toward Elliott, who was smiling warmly at him. Harvey bit his lip, smiling.

“Oh, yeah.” He kissed Elliott again, much calmer than before, enjoying the feeling of their lips touching. Harvey pulled back again. “Want to go back and get a drink? I spilled my cider earlier”

Elliott dropped his hands from Harvey’s face and laced his fingers between the Doctor’s. “I’d love nothing more.” The two men went back into the hedges, hands swinging between them as they made their way back through the maze.

[nashibirne]

First of all. A big thank you to everyone who liked or reblogged my little story/drabble I posted yesterday. It's good to know that there are people who like what I'm writing.

So here is another piece. Still untitled. Suggestions are appreciated! It's another part of the bigger story in my head. Regarding the timeline...I think this happens a few days before yesterday's chapter. Confusing much? Let's see.

Untitled 2.1 / Against all odds

Part 1

Part 2.2

Henry Cavill x mc / ofc

Summary: Walking the dogs and confusion...again

Warnings: none

Unbeta'ed!

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"Oh, sure. Poor little Henry. You really are to be pitied"

Her voiced dripped with sarcasm.

"I'm serious" he replied, stopping in his tracks.

"Of course." She rolled her eyes but the smile playing on her lips gave away that she was rather amused than annoyed. Sitting down on the nearby bench she eyed him pointedly from bottom to top. "A man as attractive as you had problems finding a woman." she stated. "That's ridiculous"

"Attractive?" he said raising his eyebrows in surprise as he sat down besides her.

"Oh heavens, please don't fish, Cavill. You know exactly how handsome you are."

"You're right. I think my looks are quite okay". His smile, innocent and playful at the same time, almost killed her.

"But up to now I haven't been aware that you find me attractive". He emphasized the personal pronoun by patting her knee a few times.

"Of course I do." she admitted. "Is there even one single person in the world who wouldn't agree you're good looking?"

"I just considered I might not be your type."

"I don't have a type."

She avoided Henry's gaze pretending to watch the dogs who played on the meadow on the other side of the path that had led them on top of the hill right behind Braxton Castle.

"You don't?" He wasn't convinced. "You're ex boyfriends all looked differently?"

"They were all tall. But that's it. Different hair colours, different eye colours, different body types, different looks." She tried to shrug it off.

"All right" he drawled the words more than necessary. She could tell by the way he looked at her, that he wasn't ready to bury the topic.

"Shall we?" She got up from the bench, calling her uncle's Labradors Byron and Shelley who rushed to her side immediately. "Good boys." She gave them the expected treat and leashed them.

Henry whistled on his fingers and Kal came trotting almost in slow motion. "Come on, mate. You can play with your noble friends again tomorrow." He gave Kals soft fur a few strokes before leashing him. "Good boy" he whispered tenderly. That was one of the many things she loved about Henry. His undying devotion to his animals.

"You know that dogs can't be noble, don't you?"

"Their owner is. And it makes Kal feel good to think he has some aristocratic fellows." Henry replied with a wink.

Her warm laugh was music to his ears. He loved the rough edges around it.

"Maybe we should knight him. What do you think. Sir Kal-El of Krypton?"

"Sounds fantastic. See, he already loves the idea" he replied pointing to his dog who wagged his tail somehow knowing they were talking about him.

Continuing their daily morning walk they had a lot of fun imagining a ceremony to make Kal a knight. Henrys ideas were hilarious and she almost peed herself because he made her laugh so hard. Another thing that had made her fall in love with him. His great sense of humor. She tried not to think about her feelings for Henry. It never led to anything good. Just frustration and heartache. And the nagging feeling of being a coward for not confessing her feelings to him. For just secretly fantasizing. About his lips on hers. His body on her own. Here we go again, she thought. The carousel of dreams turning endlessly, coming to no stop. But then again. It made no sense to confess feelings to a man who friendzoned her right away. Literally the first time they've ever met. He had frankly explained that he was planning on going solo. Just him, his animals and his freedom. That he was still hurting from the last breakup and that he wasn't willing to fall in love again any time soon. Of course she fell for him anyway. And she fell hard. But she was used to it. Her heart had the fatal tendency to choose the wrong ones. Maybe that was her type of guy. Mr. Wrong.

When they arrived at Henry's house she expected the usual short goodbye before she would continue her walk back to the castle. But not today. He was not willing to let her of the hook.

"So you really don't have a certain type of men you like?" he asked when she was just about to leave.

"No. Is this so hard to believe?"

"Who's your favorite actor?"

"Is that a trick question?" she eyed him suspiciously.

"No. I promise." He smirked. "I know it's me, of course." Another billion dollar smile. Another heartwarming laugh. It was a gift from god that she never blushed

"Just tell me. An actor you like and find attractive."

"Okay...Patrick Wilson from Aquaman."

"Oceanmaster, huh?" Henry internally crossed off his attributes.

Tall, blond, bright eyes, likely blue, high cheekbones, classical adonis.

"Who else?"

"Adam Driver" she said without hesitation.

"Ok. Kylo Ren it is?"

"You bet, Darling" she confirmed, giving him a pushy grin.

Well. This guy was a hulk. Black hair, dark eyes. Not the typical handsome guy, big ears, big nose, big face. But with tons of charisma, talent and charm.

"Next."

"Next?"

"Yeah...go on."

"Henry..."

"Come on, don't be a spoilsport"

She gave in with a sigh.

"Christian Bale."

Tall, light brown hair, no idea regarding the color of his eyes. Handsome guy, sharp cheekbones, broad shoulders. Strong personality.

"Ouch...Batman...that hurts." He dramatically pressed a hand on his chest.

"Don't worry, Superman. I liked him best in American Psycho. He was the perfect potrayal of Patrick Bateman."

"A serial killer. How romantic. Give me just one more."

She made a face at him but told him the next name anyway.

"Last, not least. Nicolaj Coster-Waldau as Jamie Lannister. "

"Uh-hu...the Kingslayer"

Tall, dark blonde hair, green or blue eyes. Henry wasn't sure. Stereotype of the evil but sexy prince charming.

"Satisfied? Very different looking men. Nothing in common."

"On the contrary, mylady. There is one big similarity."

"Really? Well...enlighten me, please." she said with a prompting gesture.

"It's pretty obvious. You like the bad boys. The Alphas. You have a soft spot for the villains and assholes. And mass murderers" he said snickering like a schoolboy.

"Oh fuck...I guess you're right." She couldn't help but laugh along with him. Almost unable to stop. Like a silly teenager in front of her crush. When she finally managed to calm down she smiled at him.

"I better get going now, before you start analyzing why I'm drawn to the dark side."  She winked at him and waved good bye, starting to walk away. But just when Henry was about to enter his house, standing on the doorstep, she turned around to ask one last question.

"So now that you know my type. What is yours, Cavill?" She expected him to give a short, vague, slightly funny answer. Something like "sexy blonde fitness model of course", topped with a sarcastic smile and a sweet blink of his eyes. But Henry went a little deeper into details.

"Oh, that's an easy one. Tall...estimated 5'90... dark blonde curls, beautiful green eyes, sensual lips and fantastic curves. Very smart, sophisticated, humble and kind with a great sense of humor. There's noble blood in her veins but she's never snobbish, only a little posh from time to time. Bookworm to a nerdy extend, with a weird but good taste in music. Librarian. Vegetarian. Introvert. Tattooed. She can be a terrible nuisance and a smartass. Little Miss-knows-it-all, but that's part of her charms. Plays the piano perfectly. Is afraid of horses but adores her cats and her uncle's doggos. Loves her twin brother, her uncle and his husband. Her friends and to my personal irritation her ex who is still one of her closest confidants. She doesn't know how stunning she is. Which is her biggest strenght and her biggest weakness. She's a wonderful person, the woman of my hottest dreams and simply irresistible. And thats all I guess."

And with a wicked smile on his lips he closed the door behind him, leaving her speechles with a racing heart and a bunch of wild butterflies in her belly.

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That's it. Thanks for reading. I'm planning to write about their first encounter soon. Maybe this is going to make everything a little clearer.