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[walmart-miku]

I just had the most experience today.

So it's like 4 pm I'm at panera meeting up with friends and when I get to the booth there's this kid there talking to my friends so naturally I show up and I'm like

Me: who's the kid?

Everyone: that's Mr. President

Me: ok

Mr. President: Hello would you like to participate in a social experiment?

Me: yeah sure

Mr. President: *proceeds to have me take a quiz verbally it's very similar to uquizzes*

Mr. President: ok so according to your answers you are degenerative.

Me: ok? What's that mean?

Mr. President: *proceeds to accurately assess my entire personality and life*

Me: huh

Mr. President: *leaves to go eat dinner with his parents because we are in a panera bread*

Me: what the fuck just happened

Friend: I told you that's Mr. President. He shows up every Tuesday and Thursday and asks people questions.

[kjack89]

Back to Where We Started (Chap. 2/?)

The E/R Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU continues. Read Part 1 here (tumblr | AO3)

Modern AU, established E/R.

Three Years Later

The village president heaved a sigh so loud that it actually caused feedback on the shoddy microphone system set up in Village Hall. “The Board recognizes Mr. Smith for public comment,” he said with a reluctance usually reserved for someone agreeing to a root canal. 

Enjolras stood to head up to the podium, but before he could even inch away from his seat, a board member raised her hand. “Mr. President,” she said shrilly, “I would like to remind the speaker that public comment is limited to three minutes per speaker.”

She had the audacity to smirk at him, and Enjolras ground his teeth together as he glared at her. He was well aware of the rules, especially since the so-called ‘Smith Rules’ had been voted into effect only the prior year, and only after he had successfully filibustered the village board into not renewing an entirely unnecessary TIF district.

Of course, he was also well aware that the local ordinance on public comment was in direct violation of state statute, just as he was equally well aware that he had no ability to fight it lest he do the exact opposite of his intended purpose and draw attention to himself.

After three years, Enjolras was fairly certain that this was his personal hell.

Still, he took a deep breath and forced his expression into something slightly less murderous as he stepped up to the microphone. “Good evening,” he said. “Four days ago, the village library board of trustees voted in a meeting that was not advertised to the public – in violation of the Open Meetings Act, I would add – to remove a number of books from the shelves without any public input. These books—”

“Mr. Smith,” the village president interrupted, sounding bored, “if you have an issue with the library board, you should take it to the library board.”

Enjolras gritted his teeth and counted to five in his head before continuing, “As much as I would love to take it to the library board, that board has implemented even more draconian rules when it comes to public comment, including submitting a request to comment five days in advance and then subsequently denying such requests. Therefore, I would like to use my time here to make sure the public record reflects—”

He was again interrupted, this time by a different board member. “Motion to table public comment,” he said.

Enjolras’s scowl deepened. “You can’t table public comment—”

“Seconded,” another board member said.

“All those in favor?” the village president said quickly, before Enjolras could say anything else. He didn’t even wait for any of the board members to speak. “The ayes have it and public comment is tabled. Turning now to our committee reports…”

Planning how to best simultaneously firebomb the entire village board’s houses using nothing but common household goods was the only thing that kept Enjolras from losing his entire mind on the drive home. 

Grantaire glanced up when Enjolras stomped inside. “I’d ask how it went, but…”

Enjolras snorted and flopped down on the couch. “I think putting bamboo shoots under my fingernails would be preferable,” he said dryly.

Grantaire nodded. “Want me to take your mind off of it?” he offered.

Enjolras sighed, considering it for a moment. “Yeah, ok.”

“You know,” Grantaire said about twenty minutes later as he looked for wherever he had tossed his boxers on the living room floor, “if it bothers you that much, you can always just not go.”

Enjolras propped himself up on his elbow, frowning. “What?”

“I’m just saying,” Grantaire said with a shrug, tugging his jeans on. “You don’t have to go to every single village board, library board, school board, whatever the fuck board meeting in this town.”

Enjolras stared at him. “But then how will things get better?” 

Grantaire gave him a look. “You tell me.”

Now Enjolras sat up, his frown deepening into a scowl. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just…” Grantaire sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve been doing this for how long now? And has anything gotten demonstrably better?” Enjolras opened his mouth to respond but Grantaire beat him to it. “And don’t give me that, the arc of the moral universe thing—”

“Yes, Dr. King is generally fairly difficult to argue against, so I can understand why you wouldn’t want me to bring that up,” Enjolras said coolly.

Once upon a time, this would have devolved into an argument, the kind that had them shouting at each other and usually ended with them fucking on the floor until one or both of them had rug burn. Now, Grantaire just shrugged his shirt on and buttoned it with nimble fingers. “Anyway,” he said, “I’m gonna go order food. The usual?”

“Yeah,” Enjolras said, a little dully. “The usual.”

Grantaire nodded and headed into the kitchen and Enjolras got up off the couch, grabbing his own clothes and putting them on mechanically, his mind elsewhere. 

Mainly on continuing the argument he and Grantaire should’ve been having in his head. Where he always won, of course, though it wasn’t nearly as satisfying this way.

He started to follow Grantaire to the kitchen but paused in the hallway in front of one of Grantaire’s photos, blown up and framed. It was one of Enjolras’s favorites, a close up of an elephant sloshing through mud, and a sudden memory popped in his head, unbidden.

Grantaire pressed a kiss between Enjolras’s shoulder blades as they lay tangled in the sheets in their hotel room in Nairobi. “What are you thinking?”

“Mostly that what we just did could get us sentenced to jail,” Enjolras told him.

Grantaire laughed lightly, reaching down to lace his fingers with Enjolras’s. “Yeah, but it was worth it, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer, trailing kisses up Enjolras’s neck until Enjolras turned over to kiss him properly. “But I don’t think our committing illegal acts of sodomy is the only thing on your mind.”

It hadn’t even been two days and Grantaire already knew him better than anyone in a long time, and Enjolras sighed, scratching his fingernails lightly across Grantaire’s stubble. “It’s not,” he admitted, “but what I’m about to say is going to sound stupid in comparison.”

Grantaire turned his head to brush a kiss across Enjolras’s palm. “Try me.”

“This whole time that I’ve been in Africa, I never got to see an elephant.”

“Seriously?” Grantaire said with a light laugh, though his expression softened when he saw the look on Enjolras’s face. “I’m sorry. That’s not stupid.”

“You say after laughing,” Enjolras grumbled.

Grantaire leaned in and kissed him, slow and sweet. “How about this?” he said softly. “I’ll bring you back to Africa one day, and we’ll see all kinds of elephants.”

It was a ridiculous thing for anyone to say after only two days, but for some reason, Enjolras couldn’t find it in himself to make fun of him. “Ok,” he said instead. “That sounds like a plan.”

But they never had made it back to Africa, or anywhere else for that matter. Combeferre had seen to that, in perhaps some kind of extremely thorough retribution for Enjolras going just slightly rogue.

He had seen Combeferre exactly once since returning stateside three years prior, on the day he and Grantaire went to fill out the paperwork for their marriage license, when Combeferre had brought him a driver’s license, and nothing else.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Enjolras asked, almost insulted, as he squinted at the driver’s license Combeferre had just handed him.

“Nothing,” Combeferre told him, unusually dry. “That’s sort of the point.”

Enjolras frowned at him. “You’re not even going to give me a passport?”

Combeferre just gave him a look. “I give you a passport and at the first sign of anything exciting happening in some country halfway around the globe, you’ll be gone, defeating the entire purpose of this little exercise.”

He was right, of course, not that Enjolras would ever admit that. “So, what, I’m just stuck here for the rest of my life?”

“Only for the next three to five years.”

Combeferre didn’t say it harshly but Enjolras still flinched, the reality of what faced him hitting for perhaps the first time and settling like dread in the pit of his stomach. “But what am I supposed to do for the next three to five years that’s actually worthwhile?”

For the first time that morning, Combeferre looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh, or at least smile. “Have you ever heard the expression ‘act locally, think globally’?”

Enjolras stared at him, incredulous. “You want me to change the world from here?”

“No,” Combeferre said honestly, “but I suspect you’re going to try regardless.” He fixed Enjolras with a stern look. “Just as long as nothing you do gets absolutely any media attention outside of this town, county at the most, you’ll be fine.”

“Do you have any idea—” Enjolras started hotly, but Combeferre cut him off.

“This was your idea,” he said, matching Enjolras’s tone. “Don’t blame me for trying to make sure it gets executed properly.” He paused, giving Enjolras a searching look before adding, deliberately casual, “Unless you no longer want to go through with this.”

Enjolras’s stubbornness more than anything kept him from admitting that he’d been thinking just that. “I didn’t say that.”

Something flickered in Combeferre’s expression, and he shrugged and looked away. “Fine,” he said. “Then if you do want to go through with this, this is how you do it. You stay here, you keep your head down, and you don’t draw any attention to yourself.”

Enjolras swallowed and nodded. “Fine,” he said, tucking the fake driver’s license into his pocket. “Then I’ll see you in three to five years, I guess.”

But of course, all of that was easier said than done, and not just because dealing with the village board and all the other nominally elected boards in the village were enough to drive Enjolras to drink the way that Grantaire did. There was also the small matter of Grantaire, who had apparently taken his promise to take Enjolras back to Africa seriously.

They had spent much of the first few weeks of their marriage lying in bed next to each other, Enjolras’s head pillowed on Grantaire’s chest as Grantaire enthusiastically told Enjolras all of the places that he planned on taking him for their honeymoon, or on vacation.

And every time, Enjolras would demur, or hedge, or make up some reason why now was really not a good time. Until, on the fifth time Enjolras had suggested that they should instead reupholster the living room furniture, Grantaire had rubbed a soothing hand down Enjolras’s arm.

“I just want you to know,” he said, his voice quiet, “I understand, and I want to try to help you.”

Enjolras frowned, rolling onto his side to look up at him. “What do you understand?”

“Your PTSD,” Grantaire said, and Enjolras stared blankly at him. “I wish I had put it together sooner, but…that’s why you don’t want to leave, because of what happened in Burundi.”

“No, that’s not—” Enjolras cut himself off and pushed himself away from Grantaire, his blood inexplicably pounding in his ears. “I don’t have PTSD.”

Grantaire watched him with something wary in his expression. “Ok,” he said, though he didn’t sound like he believed Enjolras even remotely. “Just know that I’m here for you, in whatever way you need me to be, and for however long it takes.”

But it hadn’t taken long for Grantaire to stop asking altogether, and as their life together settled into a well-worn and, to Enjolras at least, miserable pattern, the gulf between them had grown to the point where they might as well have been in separate countries, if not continents. Enjolras spent most of his time on his computer or phone; Grantaire spent most of his time at work or in his dark room he’d set up in the garden shed; and neither of them said anything to fill the space between them.

Maybe that was just how marriage was supposed to go.

“Food’ll be here in twenty,” Grantaire said, breaking his reverie so suddenly that Enjolras flinched, startled. Grantaire frowned slightly, his brow furrowing. “What are you doing?”

Enjolras jerked a shrug. “Just looking at this picture,” he said, before throwing caution to the wind and asking, “Do you remember promising to take me back to Africa?”

Grantaire’s eyes slid to the picture then away again, his expression unchanged. “Yeah,” he said shortly, before telling Enjolras, “Don’t forget, I have an early start tomorrow morning.”

“Right.” Grantaire nodded and started to brush past him but Enjolras reached out, grabbing his arm. “Grantaire, wait. I—”

He broke off as Grantaire looked back at him, something almost pained in his expression. “What?”

Enjolras’s throat felt tight, and he shook his head. “Never mind,” he said. “Food’ll be here in twenty?”

Grantaire nodded again. “Yeah.”

“The usual?”

“Yeah.”

After three years of marriage, what was even left to say?

— — — — —

Enjolras woke up the next morning alone in bed, and it took him a moment to remember what Grantaire had said about having an early start. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to summon the motivation to get out of bed for yet another day of the same exact thing.

Without warning, he heard the shrill sound of his cell phone ringing, and he heaved a sigh, turning onto his side to reach for his phone on his nightstand. 

But that phone was silent, its screen black, even as the piercing ring continued, and Enjolras was suddenly reminded of the only other thing Combeferre had given him.

“Here,” he said, a little gruffly, handing over a small black flip-phone. “Paid for in cash, entirely untraceable. Use it if there’s ever an emergency.”

Enjolras scrambled out of bed, dropping to the floor to paw through the storage bins under the bed until he found the phone in question, plugged in underneath the bed where he’d put it almost three years ago. 

With trembling fingers, he opened the phone and held it up to his ear. “What happened?”

“Good to hear your voice, too,” Combeferre said, and Enjolras allowed himself about thirty seconds of smiling at the automatic relief of hearing his best friend and partner-in-crime’s voice after so long.

“It is,” he said. “Good to hear your voice, I mean, but I don’t think you called just because of that.”

“I didn’t,” Combeferre confirmed, suddenly serious. “Someone leaked a number of top secret documents relating to foreign, namely American, interference in Burundi.”

Enjolras went very still. “With Lamarque?”

“Yeah,” Combeferre said. “The documents included a redacted file on Lamarque’s killer.”

Enjolras stood instantly, his heart pounding. “Then it’s go time,” he said. “Three years are long enough for the moral universe. Time to get some justice on our own terms.”

“Enjolras,” Combeferre said, something strange in his voice, “the documents were leaked.”

“So?”

“So someone wanted us to find them. Counted on us finding them.”

Enjolras shook his head, not following where Combeferre was going with this. “And?” he said impatiently.

“And I need you to remember that,” Combeferre said, his voice low. “Whatever was released was deliberately chosen by someone and leaked in such a way that they knew we’d find it. That you’d find it. And they had a reason for doing so.”

“Combeferre what—”

“It was Grantaire.” 

Combeferre delivered the words with solemnity, like he was dropping a bomb onto Enjolras’s life, and Enjolras paused, trying to understand what he was saying, and what Grantaire could possibly have to do with any of this. “What was Grantaire?”

Combeferre took a deep breath. “Grantaire killed General Lamarque.”

>>Read Part 3 Here>>

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[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #185

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

He's gonna be Frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

“Ladies and gentlemen…” Frank took a puff from his cigarette and exhaled. “This is The Frank Program. Today we have some returning faces - will you two please introduce yourselves?”

“I’m Chuck Tangent. Billionaire, genius, CEO of four or five companies… I’m sure you’ve all heard of me.”

“I’m Big Mike from Morning Thunder, or, uh, well I used to be. On that note, uh…” Mike rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d like to apologize for my behavior last time I was on this program. It was inappropriate of me to drink and hit on the female guest. I’m very sorry for my actions - sorry to Ms. Pope, sorry to the listeners, and most importantly, sorry to my wife. Babe, I still think we can make this work. Please don’t give up on me.”

There was an awkward silence. Frank cleared his throat. “Uh huh. Well, anyway, Chuck, how is your presidential campaign coming along?”

“Hm?”

“You’re running for President, last we chatted.”

Tangent leaned back in his chair. “Oh, yes, of course. I got bored of that.”

“Bored?”

“It no longer interested me. But I’ve found someone even better to take my place.”

“Who’s that?”

“The child I never had, Frank: Hailey Two-Point-Oh.”

Mike sobbed quietly. “We never got to have any children…”

Chuck ignored him. “Hailey is not only taking my place in the presidential race, but as CEO of one of my companies - Arx Industries - as well as its flagship product.”

“So you’re sellin’ your daughter, Chuck? I’m not positive that’s legal.”

“She’s an artificial intelligence, Frank. Hailey runs on cloud servers in a data farm somewhere. But don’t let the name fool you - she’s not technically a girl, just a collection of ones and zeroes. Much smarter than any of my real kids, of course.”

“Well’n, how’s that going for you?” Frank took a swig from his flask and another drag from his cigarette.

“It’s going great. In fact, Arx Industries stock has never been higher.” He held up his phone. “I’m tracking it real-time as we speak.”

“Is that, uh…” Frank waved his hand at the camera set up in the corner of the room. “Is that why you’ve got a live broadcast going here?”

“Yes, I have this interview streaming to my social media platform. That way, I can gauge the market’s reaction to my announcements.”

Mike really looked like shit. “Mr. Tangent, sir, do you think my wife might have already seen my apology?”

Chuck leaned over. “Yes,” he said, with a wink.

“What does that wink mean…?”

He whispered. “Most of my eight billion followers are bots. Don’t tell anyone. Shh.”

Mike laid his head back on the table and covered it with his hands.

“Anyway, Frank, it’s time to find out what Hailey’s policy positions will be. Hailey?”

“Yes, Daddy,” replied an uncomfortably sultry voice.

“What is your position on abortion?”

“All women should be forcibly sterilized so that no abortions can ever happen again! Tee-hee!”

“Hm.” Chuck rubbed his chin. “Not what I would have said, but I respect it.”

Frank shrugged. “It’s out of the box, for sure.”

“Let’s see what our stock is looking like… and it’s down twelve points. Frank, can you pull up our polling numbers?”

“Lemme see here…” Frank fiddled with his phone. “What in the blazes…”

“How does it look?”

“Is that even possible?”

“Good?”

“Y’all are pollin’ negative numbers, Chuck. A negative number a’ people said they’re voting for Hailey Tangent. I don’t even know what that means.”

“It’s broken…” Mike wept. “It’s all broken…”

“Mikey…” Frank rubbed his forehead. “Just because I’m lettin’ ya sleep here doesn’t mean you need to be in every episode - unless ya either got somethin’ to say or you can work the computer for me.”

Big Mike crawled under the desk and curled up into a ball.

“Thanks, bud.”

“Sorry, Frank, I really should be going.” Chuck checked his watch. “I have a board meeting in half an hour and I really must work on Hailey’s debate skills before tonight. It was great talking to you.”

“Oh, uh, no problem, Chuck.” He reached out to shake his hand.

Chuck tapped on his smart watch a few times and evaporated into plasma, scorching the seat he was in.

“I hope he’s alright… anyway, this has been The Frank Program.” Frank downed the last of his flask. “Thank you - yes, you! For letting me be Frank with you. I love all of you. Goodnight. Or good morning, or whatever.”

[somethingsupwithdrac]

24th May Huzzah! A message! From our dear Lucy! You know what that means, Tumblr Book Club friends? IT’S TIME TO MEET THE LUCY WESTENRA BOYFRIEND CLUB YESSS

Today we have an opening from Lucy thanking Mina for her letter and spilling the tea about her THREE suitors!

LOL “Don’t tell the girls, you know they’ll be babies about it because I have a whole squad of eligible men begging for my hand in marriage and they don’t. Vanity, amirite?”

Again with the secrets, Lucy. “Don’t  tell anybody but Jon, because I know you’re going to, I would totally spill the beans to Arthur if our positions were reversed, but I have a BOYFRIEND CLUB and I need to tell you ALL ABOUT THEM”

First we have Jack Seward, Asylum Guy and OG podcaster, who is is strong of jaw and good of forehead. So much for that “oh he’d be perfect for you if not for that pesky fiance, lol" thing. I know that “cool" here refers to being calm and in control of oneself, but it’s much funnier if I take that to mean “OMG, Mina, this man is the biggest most awkward dork of a man, he almost sat on his hat and then sat there fiddling with a lancet like a weirdo until I wanted to scream, lmao"

Awkward boyfriend pitch time! “I love u and I swear I will make you so happy, I will be so sad if u do not love me back dear Lucy.” (I make fun of this because to modern eyes it’s a wee bit niceguy, but I know that it’s meant to be sincere, and it’s all honestly kind of sad.) And then poor conflicted Lucy having to reject him and the very noble “I want you to be happy and if all I can have is your friendship, I will be the best friend I can” speech, which, honestly? Sweet as hell, you get a point, Mr. Seward. (Which is perhaps the only point I am willing to award you for anything in this novel.)

This whole thing with Lucy having a good cry over having to hurt him by rejecting him is actually pretty sad and I just want the Lucy Westenra Boyfriend Club to pull itself together already. Later, though.

And  now, introducing suitor number two, MISTER QUINCEY P. MORRIS, AMERICAN COWBOY FROM TEXAS. He absolutely definitely speaks like a real authentic Texan and Bram Stoker absolutely definitely had spoken to Americans before writing this man’s character. (I snark, but only because I love Quincey as a character.) Quincey is an absolute gem of a man who knows how to sweet talk a girl and is 100% the guy this was made for:

He is young and fresh faced and charming, and ALSO knows how to take rejection gracefully, which puts him miles above at least 75% of modern dude characters. Lucy is like, “alas, my totally hot and very eligible American suitor, as I told Mr. Seward, I am in love with Arthur already” with genuine regret, and poor sweet Quincey is just

‘I understand little darlin’, I love you and want the best for you and we can still be friends, because friendship is valuable too.’ You also get a point, Mr. Morris. YEEHAW.

And then he joins Lucy’s Boyfriend Club with Arthur and Jack because Lucy Westenra (I keep typing Lucky, lol) is a damn smart woman and she is going to have all the boyfriends she wants.

Last, of course, is Arthur, who is...Arthur. Curly of hair and kind of heart, already engaged, betrothed, and affianced to our dear Lucy. Does this make him president of the Boyfriend Club? IDK, maybe?

“Why can’t they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?”

YOU DON’T NEED MARRIAGE, GIRL, YOU JUST GO FORM THAT POLYCULE AND GET ALL OF THOSE VERY HANDSOME AND ELIGIBLE MEN.

(Sidenote: I love ‘I know what I would do...no I don’t’ and ‘A man always finds a girl alone...no he doesn’t’. It’s such stream of consciousness writing and I love that about Lucy.)

I cannot WAIT to see our friend Mina’s response to this. I know I am absolutely bursting to hear more about the Boyfriend Club.

(Sidenote number two: JFC, talk about mood whiplash. We go from Jonathan being in several flavours of mortal peril with a definite end date for his life to Mina and Lucy having a grand time talking about Boyfriend Club. It’s jarring, and it’s meant to be, and also, I think, necessary for keeping the tension up.)

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Well I haven’t watched sp all the way through for about a decade now, so I thought it was time

Sometimes I wonder how accurate the fandom is when it comes to how we interpret the characters. Like, why is Stan a football star so often in fanfic and why’s Kyle always the smart one? So I thought I’d rewatch the show and make notes along the way to see where the source of all these interpretations is. I also wanted to see if I could get some fun info to analyze, but season 1 is pretty sparse in that regard so there’s not too much of that in this post, but I’ll make a post for all the other seasons too as I watch them

In summary, it’s established in season 1 already that Stan’s a star quarterback and an animal lover, Kyle’s an A+ student, and Kenny is poor and knows a lot about sex and doesn’t have many qualms about doing crazy shit. Cartman is a bit weird since he’s mostly just a naive brat in this season, but he and Kyle have a mildly antagonistic friendship already

I have all my notes under this cut. They include a bunch of small details and other observations. I also listed every Kenny death just because

Ike has freckles

Cartman says “Weak!” and “You guys” and “Seriously” a lot from the start, also “Kickass!” He doesn’t say weak or kickass much in the later seasons iirc

Stan says “Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here” three times in this season but they dropped that catchphrase pretty quickly

Bebe got named in episode 2

Stan’s been an animal lover since s01e03 Volcano since he won’t shoot a bunny or anything else. He does shoot Scuzzlebutt at the end though

Cartman’s a pathological liar but in a childish way

Randy got named in s01e03 Volcano (and it only got worse from there)

The mayor went to Princeton

South Park is next to Mt. Evanson

Kenny will literally drink gasoline

Stan’s a star quarterback in 3rd grade

Clyde’s voice is wrong as hell in S01E04 Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Boat Ride and he has a dog, Rex

Garrison says Kyle is an A+ kid

Shelly seriously abuses Stan, punching him, throwing him, maiming him with a lawnmower

Cartman had a pot-bellied pig called Fluffy

Cartman’s mom smokes crack and has sex with strange men

Dr. Mephesto is probably a Buddhist since he says “Thank Buddha” instead of “Thank God”

Clyde’s voice gets kind of fixed in S01E06

A guy called Mr. McCormick is killed in a protest, launched and splattered against a network building. He doesn’t look like Kenny’s dad though

Zombie Clyde attacks Bebe, rude

Wendy gave her costume contest prize (2 tons of candy) to hungry children in Nairobi

Cartman’s mom is on the cover of Crack Whore magazine. “Back do’ ho… Five on one action!” is the headline

Cartman genuinely cries at Kenny’s grave after the whole zombie thing but gets over it because of candy

Stan knows his mom’s credit card number and has no problem using it to adopt an Ethiopian child (the boys wanted a watch that came with the adoption, they weren’t doing it to be nice)

Cartman calls Stan a vas deference, Stan doesn’t know what that is so Kenny says “Dude, it’s a pipe for your peepee” (according to a transcript). Kenny sure knows male anatomy

Kyle sniffs Kenny after Cartman asks why poor people smell like sour milk and Garrison says “idk eric they just do”

Cartman thinks poor people should die and decrease the surplus population

When the boys get Starvin’ Marvin delivered to them, Cartman says “Hey mom, we found an Ethiopian, can we keep him?” and his mom says “Sure, hun.” She rarely says no to Cartman

Kenny’s dad is an alcoholic who drinks scotch according to Cartman. I mean, Mr. McCormick is seen drinking in multiple episodes and has a hat that says SCOTCH so it’s probably true

Kenny’s family says grace

Craig’s first appearance is S01E09. Also, S01E09 is the first time Kenny doesn’t die (Coincidence? I THINK yeah but it’s still fun)

Clyde got named in S01E10

Clyde and Bebe both spit on Pip’s face, friendship goals <3

Cartman and Kyle have their first fight at Cartman’s birthday party because Kyle didn’t give the right gift. Cartman slaps his face and  screams “I hate you! I want you to die! Die!” while on top of Kyle who’s not really fighting back

Satan throws a fight with Jesus after everyone except Satan bet that Jesus would lose, which leads to Satan winning everyone’s money. Mr. Garrison says “What a mean thing to do!” and Jimbo says “He is a jerk!” and I thought it was quite a laugh so I wrote it down

In S01E11 Tom’s Rhinoplasty Bebe and Wendy are sitting in the swings together and generally appear together throughout the episode, then Bebe gives Wendy a makeover so they’re bffs obviously <3

Craig first appears in the classroom, though not sitting down, in S01E11

Wendy’s not happy about Ms. Ellen taking Stan away from her, she says “Don’t fuck with me! Stay away from my man, bitch, or I’ll whoop your sorry ho ass back to last year!”

Kenny gives Ms. Ellen a scrumptious looking sausage as a valentine’s gift and giggles deviously. Wendy’s gift to Ms. Ellen is a dead animal

Even Kenny doesn’t know what a lesbian is

Wendy’s grandma died in S01E11

Wendy gets Ms. Ellen killed by hiring the Iraqi government (?) to put her in a rocket and shoot it into the sun, then she and Bebe have a pool party (very cool, they wear sunglasses 😎) and watch the rocket hit the sun

Cartman and Pip play a game of kicking each other in the nuts until someone falls. Cartman calls it “Roshambo”

Kenny has a sack of marbles

The boys aren’t fans of Barbra Streisand, but Stan is a fan of the Denver Broncos quarterback John Elway (he’s not a quarterback anymore, he’s an American football executive and the president of football operations for the Denver Broncos of the NFL according to wikipedia.)

Officer Barbrady is a fan of Fiona Apple (who was 20 at the time and had only one album released called Tidal)

Ned knows how to pilot a helicopter

Kyle’s mom is a fan of Streisand unlike literally everyone else, she even gets an autograph from Mecha Streisand

The boys are fans of Robert Smith, the lead singer of The Cure. Stan says “Robert Smith is the greatest person that ever lived!” and Kyle says “Disintegration is the best album ever!” and Cartman says “Robert Smith kicks ass!” and Kenny’s dead so he doesn’t get to have an opinion

Cartman has tea parties with his toys: Polly Prissypants, Clyde frog, Peter Panda, and a dragon called Rumpertumskin

Kyle wants to make fun of Cartman for the tea party but Stan stops him because he’s concerned that Cartman needs help

Craig is in front of the school counselor’s office in S01E13

A young miss Cartman drinks like a motherfucker at the 12th annual drunken barn dance where Cartman was supposedly conceived

Stan lets Cartman borrow his bike like a good friend

Garrison wanted to have a threesome with Chef and Cartman’s mom. I don’t know why I’m making a note of this but uh… yeah.

Cartman’s mom has had sex with everyone at this bar that Garrison’s drinking at, including principle Victoria, the mayor, Father Maxi, and Jesus (and maybe Kenny’s dad since he’s at the bar but the camera doesn’t pan to him when Garrison says they’ve all slept with Liane). Later Gerald Broflovski is a possible father to Eric, so he fucked her too. Also Mr. Mephesto and his friend Kevin, that little guy, are candidates along with a lot of other people, including the 1989 Denver Broncos (and Mr. Tenorman is included in that later)

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kyle for being Jewish much at all in this season even though the Christmas episode is all about Kyle not celebrating

Clyde and Token appear very early on and Clyde has always been in the classroom (along with Bebe, Red, Kevin Stoley, Wendy, and Pip and uhh DogPoo too I think). Craig appears later in the season and Tweek’s not in season 1 at all, so Craig’s gang isn’t really a thing yet

And here’s a list of the ways Kenny died in this season. He dies in every episode except episode 9, and he dies twice in episodes 2 and 3. Altogether he dies 14 times

S01E01 Killed after alien shoots him, cows stampede over him, then cop runs him over which finally actually kills him

S01E02 Killed in a play by a falling teepee, then a second time shot by Garrison which sends him in the air and he gets impaled on a flagpole on the way down

S01E03 Killed by a volcano rock that burns him then rolls on him but he’s alive again in the end but gets shot by Ned’s gun that he drops and it accidentally goes off

S01E04 Gets his arms and head torn off in an American football game

S01E05 Stan’s clone punches Kenny into a microwave where he gets cooked alive

S01E06 Death touches Kenny

S01E07 Kenny gets crushed by a Russian space station and turns into a zombie because he gets Worcestershire sauce in his veins, then Kyle chainsaws zombie Kenny in half, then zombie Kenny rises from his grave and is crushed by a statue and a plane

S01E08 Kenny is killed by a bunch of turkeys. His eye gets plucked out. It’s dark blue

S01E10 After Kenny gets turned into a duck-billed platypus, Jimbo and Ned shoot him

S01E11 Ms. Ellen throws a sword through Kenny’s face

S01E12 While Mecha Streisand and a giant robot Leonard Maltin fight, Kenny plays with a tetherball and gets the rope wrapped around his neck and it strangles him

S01E13 Kenny gets stuck on a go kart and it drags him around but stops and he’s still alive! Too bad the go kart stops on train tracks and a train runs him over. Stan’s grandpa sends a video of the event to America’s Stupidest Home Videos and wins $10,000

If you read all that, first of all hello. I’m not new to the fandom even though this is the first thing I’ve posted on this tumblr blog. I’ve been writing a fanfic called Caffetamine though so I’m not a complete non-entity. Anyway, I’ll watch season 2 soon and post my notes on that too probably.

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

[alexiessan]

Never alone - Chapter Eleven - Soulmate AU

AO3

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Tumblr must hate me or something ‘cause it seems to love deleting my chapters and other posts from the tags. You may have missed Chapter Ten, so don’t hesitate to go read it and give me your opinion.

In other news, my back has seized and I’m hurting so much... I swear I’m going to have back problems like old people... Anyway, here is Chapter Eleven!

Marinette smiled as she hung up from her call with Robin. Summer vacations have been very busy for her. She has done commissions for Jagged: an outfit, a poster and the cover of his new album. Marinette was not a professional, so it took her more time to do, but Jagged was very satisfied in the end.

But that meant that Robin’s outfit has been delayed since her trip to Gotham. She managed to send it to a safe address he gave her only last week and he showed her the result during their video call — it was so weird for Marinette to see him in a regular outfit, even if he had his mask on.

During the summer, she also made a lot of plans with her friends: several outings with Alya and Nino — and Adrien when he was allowed and in town. She also watched Kitty Section repeat at least once a week and would go get ice cream with them. She would take Kagami out to get out of her home and her mother’s influence as much as possible.

That summer where she got to see all her friends almost made her forget that their class would change when they would go back to school in September, the very next week.

Max and Adrien would be in Première S, in a class with a science specialty. Rose, Juleka, Nathaniel, Mylène, and Ivan would be in Première L, in a class with literature specialty. The rest of the class all chose to go in Première ES, in a class with economics as a specialty. But even with this same speciality, there was no way to know if they would be in the same class.

She could do without Lila, Chloé, and Sabrina, but she would like to stay in the same class as the others.

For once, the Eurasian girl was organized, and all her things were ready for their first day in class. She just had to pray that no one would get akumatized again. Hawkmoth had a habit to take advantage of someone’s feelings about going back to school, and it was not good for her record to miss an hour or two on the very first day of school.

Luckily, Marinette got the people she wanted in her class. Unfortunately, Chloé and Sabrina were still in her class, but Lila was in the other ES class.

So for this year, she would be in a class with Alya, Nino, Alix, Kim, Chloé, and Sabrina. Aurore Beauréal, Mireille Caquet, and Jean Duparc from Mrs. Mendeleiev’s class were also in her class along with three other students that she didn’t know: Claude, Allan, and Allegra.

It was a small class of thirteen students but Marinette preferred it that way. The professor could help their students better when there was a small number of them in the first place.

Like usual, Marinette brought macarons from her parent’s bakery and shared them with all her classmates. She got to get to know them and had a feeling that they would all get along well.

As for Chloé, well… She still had hope that the girl would start to be kinder.

She was Queen Bee once, so she had the potential to be a good person/ She just had to put the effort into it.

The Akuma didn’t strike during class, but at the end of the day. A kid that didn’t get to be in the same class as his best friend. Chat and Ladybug did a quick job in defeating him and got to talk a little about their first day in class.

Chat was sad as he only got one of his friends in his class. All his other friends were scattered in other specialties and his close group of friends was in the same class.

He told her that he was scared that they would grow apart from him since he wasn’t with them all day anymore.

Ladybug tried to reassure him that if they were really friends, that wouldn’t happen. After all, she thought, she would never allow Adrien to drift apart from them, and she will do everything in her power to maintain her friendships.

A month passed and Marinette was once again elected as the class representative. Except, this time, Alya wasn’t her deputy, but Aurore was.

Aurore was the former class president from Mrs. Mendeleiev’s class and did a very good job, so the fashion designer was confident that they would both work well together.

October was also the month where her parents took a week off from work to travel a little. This year, they would spend a week in Ireland.

Marinette was a bit envious, but she was happy that they could take a little time off for themselves now that she was old and mature enough to stay at home by herself for a week. Her parents made sure she had enough stock of everything to last her for a week so that she didn’t have to buy groceries. They left her some money for emergencies too, but the bluenette knew that she wouldn’t need it.

She hugged her parents tightly and waved them goodbye.

Damian’s new school year, so far, has been pretty good. His new classmates were still idiots, but they were tolerable. He talked to some of them, but he wouldn’t call them friends. At least, they knew that him calling them by their last name meant that he held some respect for them, and they didn’t look for more.

So, yeah, it was good, contrary to his former class where they were always trying to befriend him and would take offense every time he opened his mouth.

Calling Marinette every week made it more tolerable too, as she told him that he didn’t have to be friends with them if he didn’t want to, but should still refrain from insulting them when they didn’t do anything that would deserve such words.

It took a bit of work, but he eventually managed to not insult the people that tried to talk to him.

In September, his best friend, Jon — he would never say that to him, the youngest Kent would never leave him alone if he knew that — found out about him finding his soulmate. He asked questions, a lot of questions, and Damian reluctantly answered. The bespectacled boy wouldn’t shut up until he got answers, so he gave him just that.

He didn’t want to think about the similarities between Jon and Marinette.

Those two should never meet, he promised himself. It would be his end if they did.

Damian came back from school, thinking about Marinette. He wanted to call her after dinner. He knew her parents were gone for a week, so she probably won’t be sleeping until the early hour of the morning back in France.

He didn’t expect to find his family reunited at the dinner table, all looking solemn and worried.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Todd looked at him, handing him his phone. The youngest Wayne took it, seeing a video from the Ladyblog — the blog from Césaire, Marinette’s best friend.

“Take a seat and look at that.”

He really didn’t like the look on his brother’s face so he did just that. As he looked at the phone, the video waiting to be played, Damian suddenly got a bad feeling. He could feel knots in his guts and he looked up at his family once again.

Marinette has “met” Red Hood a few times on their video call. Todd thought it would be funny to crash his video call with his soulmate and to Damian’s misery, the two got along very well and were now thick as thieves.

Like her getting along with Drake wasn’t enough, she had to get along with Todd too.

He knew that Jason liked her a lot, and his face right now made him worry more than he would like.

He finally pressed play.

The video began like any others from the Ladyblog. Césaire explained the situation: a boy from their high school has been akumatized because he got bullied for his love of mangas and animes. The Akuma was named Animechara and his costume looked like this character from Naruto, the one with black hair and red eyes with a sword.

Damian watched, satisfied as Ladybug fought him. She took his advice to heart and took martial art classes. She was fairing very well and he couldn’t help but wonder how much she had progressed since the last time they sparred.

He watched as the Akuma took notice of Césaire.

He watched with dread as Ladybug and Chat Noir noticed that the Akuma’s attention shifted.

He watched as the cat-themed hero tried to distract Hawkmoth’s victim, only to get knocked a few feet away.

He watched with widened eyes as the Akuma threw the sword towards Césaire.

He gasped when Ladybug pushed her friend out of the way and she screamed from the pain as the sword impaled her.

Screams from Chat Noir, from Césaire and from the witnesses could be heard. There were a few more seconds of video, showing Ladybug on the ground, a pool of blood slowly appearing under her as Chat Noir tried to get a response out of her.

Then, the video stopped.

He was silent for a few moments before he looked at his family.

“Do-” he cleared his throat, trying to get his voice under control, trying to not show how worried, how scared he was. “Do we know if she’s ok?”

Todd shook his head and Damian didn’t wait for a verbal answer before he took his phone out, calling Marinette.

The dial tones seemed to last for hours for Damian, until, finally it stopped.

“Marinette! Are you-”

“Salut ! Vous êtes bien sur le répondeur de Marinette Dupain-Cheng ! Je ne suis malheureusement pas disponible pour le moment, mais laissez-moi un message et je vous rappellerai !” (Hi! You've reached Marinette Dupain-Cheng's voicemail! Unfortunately I'm not available at the moment, but leave me a message and I'll call you back!)

Dread settled in Damian and his stomach was in knots. He hung up, not leaving a message.

“I got her voicemail, she’s not answering.”

He tried to call her a second time but to no avail.

“Why- Why is she not answering?!”

He had to calm down. He could not panic. Marinette was probably fine, the Miraculous Cure healed every injury. She must not be near her phone, that must be it. She’s alive and healthy, and probably sketching in her room.

A hand to his shoulder almost made him jump, and he turned to see his father’s hard face.

“Go change into your costume. Take the Zeta tubes and go see her.”

“But, the zeta-”

“I know that we can’t use them just like that, but it’s an emergency. Go.”

He didn’t wait for his father to tell him a second time.

Marinette was in her bed, agonizing. The Miraculous Cure healed her after Chat ended the fight in record time and handed her the akumatized object, but as usual, the pain was still there.

The sword has impaled her right between her breast. Without her suit, she would have been dead in less than five minutes, but the miraculous’ magic kept her alive enough for her to purify the akuma and to cast the cure.

She didn’t tell Chat how much pain she was in. She told him goodbye after telling him to have a talk with Alya about her safety and went back home.

Thankfully, he didn’t try to get her to stay.

So, here she was, two hours after the fight, feeling like her chest was burning from the inside. She took painkillers an hour ago, but it didn’t work at all.

She was glad her parents weren’t home, she didn’t know how she could explain that to them without revealing her identity.

But, maybe she should. She would have to talk about it with Tikki first, and she knew that she wouldn’t approve at all, but the girl was the new Guardian, so she could set new rules if she wanted, right?

But it was a discussion for another time, she thoughts as she couldn’t hold back tears of pain. Right now, she wanted the pain to stop.

She felt guilty about the two phone calls she received. Her phone was on her desk, and the blue-eyed girl was in too much pain to move and answer it.

As she closed her eyes trying to sleep when she knew it wouldn’t come, she heard three knocks. Groaning, thinking it was Chat Noir, she opened her eyes, ready to tell him to go away.

But it wasn’t Chat Noir.

It was her soulmate.

“Robin?”

She could feel tears in her eyes once again. Both from her pain and from the happiness to finally see her boyfriend after five months apart.

Tikki flew up to open the skylight. With her tiny body, she only managed to open it a few inches, but it was enough for Robin to slip his finger in and lift it.

In a few seconds, he was by her side, his hand stroking her cheek. She could see the worry in his eyes.

“I saw the video on the Ladyblog. How are you feeling?”

She gave him a small, strained smile. Taking his hand in hers, she kissed his palm.

“The Miraculous Cure healed me but the pain is still there. It hurts so much.”

“Did you take something for the pain?”

She nodded. “It didn’t work.”

She saw him looking around.

“Do you have a heating pad or something? It won’t make the pain go away, but heat can appease it a little.”

She pointed at a dog plush at the end of her bed.

“It’s actually a… a bouillotte. You can put it in the microwaves.”

He frowned, trying to remember what a bouillotte was.

“Oh! A heat-storing cushion! But as a plush.” he smiled at her. “It’s cute.” He kissed her on the forehead and stroked her hair. “I’ll be right back.”

Robin came back from the kitchen after heating the plush. He handed her the dog plush and lied beside her, bringing her closer to him and resting his hand on her hip. He watched as she sighed when she put the plush on her chest. He could see she was still in great pain, but at least the heat appeased it a little.

She looked at him with eyes full of happiness, and he couldn’t understand how she could be so happy and in so much pain at the same time.

“Hey.” she stroked his cheek and kissed him on the lips. “I’m so happy to see you.”

His only answer was to kiss her again, longer this time. He hoped that she knew it meant he was happy to see her too.

“I wish it was in other circumstances, though.” he said after breaking the kiss.

“Yeah.”

He looked around, taking in her room.

She laughed.

“I know, it’s a lot of pink.”

“Yeah, but that’s totally you. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

She yawned.

He kissed her temple. Then, her jaw, her nose, her neck, and finally her lips.

“You should get some sleep.”

She nodded, grasping his cape, as if not wanting him to go.

He took the hand grasping the clothe in his, kissing the top of her head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

He felt more than saw her nod and took her in his arms when she tried to get closer to him. he waited until the pattern of her breathing changed and he was sure that she was asleep before he closed his eyes too, taking in her scent.

He fell asleep five minutes after she did.

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[fieryfantasybooklover]

Coffee Cups And Poetry - A Logicality fic

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Logan started, awoken from his trance by Patton’s voice. Turning red, Logan realized that he was still sitting on Patton’s lap. Logan had lost track of time, so there was no way to know how long he’d been sitting there. “Are you going to be sitting on my lap all day? I mean, it’s fine if you do.” Patton inquired, smiling widely and happily, looked up at Logan earnestly. Logan, turning steadily redder under Patton’s gaze, fumbled for the words to answer as Virgil and Roman smirked from aways away.

--Several hours earlier--

Logan picked up his coffee cup and moved into the living room, all the while browsing the newspaper. There wasn’t much of interest - a few reports about new constructions, and something about a new president of the local agriculture club. Dropping down onto the couch with a sigh, Logan drained the last dregs of the drink in his hand and opened his computer for his latest work project. It was quiet in the room, but a comfortable type of quiet. The type that never seemed empty or loaded. Patton was curled up on the couch beside Logan, nose-deep in some abstract book. Roman was working furiously on the desk nearby, the scratch of his pencils and coloring supplies more than sufficient for background noise. Virgil was sitting at the kitchen table, browsing through Tumblr while he devoured a bowl of cornflakes. Remus was nowhere to be found, a fact that was completely unsurprising. And finally, Janus was scrolling through what appeared to be YouTube while he lounged back in the armchair.

A few hours passed, filled with occasional idle chatter and laughter, coming and receding like waves. Sometimes somebody would complain about their work, earning severe amusement from everyone else and several attempted hug attacks from Patton, all in attempts to cheer them up. When the time for lunch rolled around, everyone converged around the table to consume the salad and pizza Janus had prepared. Sitting down at the table, the daily lunch chatter commenced. Logan talked very earnestly to Patton about the statistics of his latest report - “No, but really! Look, it’s fascinating! If you look very closely, you can see how the numbers change and how the variables influence the data-”, with Patton listening intently, doing his very best to understand. After all, Patton loved his boyfriend and wanted him to be happy.

Roman complained to Virgil about his creative woes and his new inability to come up with anything satisfactory. “But honestly! I am supposed to be the creative side! The one with all the good ideas and the amazing final projects! I simply do not know what is happening.” While Virgil knew very well how dramatic Roman was and often tired of it, he still swallowed the snarky response and steadfastly replied with “Don’t worry Princey. I’m sure your creative brain will wake up from its shutdown anytime soon.” This earned a relieved smile that made Virgil feel better about the wasted opportunity for sarcasm.

Remus had dragged himself out from the depths of the mindscape for lunch, and was currently sandwiched between Janus and Remus. Those two talked quietly to each other, even as Janus effortlessly slid from conversation to conversation. He paused only to laugh at Virgil’s sarcastic quip at Logan, reassure Roman that everything would be ok, and offer a warm smile to Patton. Remus also participated in the talk, and he gave everyone a generous laugh. Even a few weeks ago, the laughing would have been aimed at him. But now, they laughed with him. So, everyone was happy and content at that lunch, surrounded by their closest friends.

When Virgil finally finished eating, the dishes were swept to the sink by Patton and everyone dispersed to go back to their work. Roman returned to his desk, Remus vanished again, Janus returned to the armchair, and Virgil stretched out flat on the floor, scrolling through YouTube this time. Patton returned to the couch, and Logan, not paying much attention sat down on Patton’s lap. He realized it, blushed, and made an attempt to stand. But was held in place by Patton, who insisted that it was ok, all the while turning steadily pink. Logan, who knew very well that arguing with Patton was pointless and never worked, sighed, and resigned himself to sit on Patton’s lap. “It’s not weird, it is fine. We are dating, after all. It is just me making this weird. Now, Logan, start working!” Logan soon forgot where he was sitting, and the room settled back into the comfortable quiet from earlier.

--Present Time--

“Oh my gosh Patton, I am very sorry. I should have moved sooner. This cannot be good for your circulation-” Logan stood up quickly, fixing his glasses and moving to sit down next to Patton. He stopped however, when Patton’s hand shot out and gripped his arm. “Logi. It’s ok. I have no issue with you sitting on my lap. Truly, I don’t care. And I wish there was some way to convey this to you.” Patton smiled softly, and in that instant almost all of Logan’s worries melted away. “Thank you so much Pat. I don’t think I could stand Mr. Mopey Dopey Logan today.” Virgil smiled, alerting Logan to the mild nature of the tease. Turning to the computer, Virgil faded from the conversation. “Well, I am very glad that we have avoided conflict.” Janus smirked as he stood. “But as much as I would like to stay, I think I should go check on Remus. You know, make sure he hasn’t caused some sort of explosion.” With that, Janus vanished down the hall. This left Virgil, and Roman. The creative side had not stopped scribbling away or even batted an eyelash during the entire exchange, but he was barely concealing a giant smile.

Logan, sighing, sat down on the couch next to Patton. “You know, I think work can wait for a little. It is after all healthy to take small breaks in between difficult work.” And with that, Logan shut his laptop and curled up against Patton, his face on the other’s shoulder. Patton, smiling the biggest grin, closed his book and pulled Logan closer to him. “I love him so much.” Patton thought to himself, all the while pulling out a separate book. Turning to the first page of classic poems, Patton began to read to Logan. In that moment, Logan raised his shining eyes to Patton and silently conveyed everything he could not say. “I love you. I can’t believe you’re real. I would be lost without you.” Patton continued to read, the only sign he understood was the quiver of emotion in his voice as he read. Logan drifted off to sleep soon after, safe in the arms of the one he loved and would give the world for.

[alphabees-writes]

21, 22, 35, 36

21) Best friendship trio?

One Three Hill baby!!! Kurt, Elliott, and Dani!

Honestly, I don’t hate Rachel or Hummelberry the same way most people I follow do. Nor do hate Santana or Kurtana. But I do hate the needless understudy drama in season 5. Literally, it broke my heart - all the adorable Pezberry friendship moments built up to THAT, and it just felt like a betrayal, with Kurt caught in the middle and suffering for it.

That being said, the idea of those three meeting up to get away from it all and just... starting their own band? Powerful stuff.

22) Least favorite friendship?

Puck and Artie. At its core, the idea has a cute dynamic behind it, but they’re both just assholes.

35) Top 3 solos?

3) As If We Never Said Goodbye - Kurt. This was just... UGH!!! CHRIS!!! Some of his best, most beautiful vocal work. Plus, the true joy on Kurt’s face while he sings to the club? Them, all ecstatic to see him??? Adorable. This song just makes me feel GOOD.

2) Try A Little Tenderness - Mercedes. Amber could straight up kick me in the teeth and I’d say “thank you” so long as she performed this number while she did it.

1) I’m Still Here - Kurt. This one just makes me emotional as hell about his character. He goes through so much shit, and he triumphs through all of it! All of his friends show up to support him through it, plus Burt being there, mouthing along to the words??? AHH!! That little detail just makes my heart stop. Anyway I love my beautiful baby boy Kurt Hummel and he deserves the world, as far as I’m concerned this is his anthem.

36) Top 3 duets?

3) Honestly I’m not even sure if this one counts, but the harmony between Sam and Ryder in You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ just? Gets me? Every time? Like, as a stand-alone song.

2) River Deep Mountain High - Santana & Mercedes, because... duh? It’s just a flawless performance. Emotionally, it doesn’t add much, and watching Mr Schue be creepy in the middle drags it down - but it was just a phenomenal bop.

1) Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy - Kurt & Rachel.

This one is a favourite for a lot of reasons. I’ll be the first to say I despise Lea Michele, but I love the way she sounds singing classic songs, and Chris’ voice is ALWAYS gorgeous of course.

Then, the idea of this as a mash-up for them? Excellent. Judy Garland and Barbra Streisand? The glamour? It just suits their characters so well, like, whenever I hear it I can’t help but think about how much Kurt and Rachel both would have enjoyed singing it!

I have a headcanon around it too. I know, I know, here in Kurtbastian tumblr we’re all meant to be presidents of our own “booo I hate Rachel club,” but while I hate a lot of the things she does, I don’t hate her. I like their friendship, despite the parts of it I don’t like. And I, for one, am convinced that whenever one of them is feeling down, the other will start singing their part of the mash-up until the other one is compelled to join in.

And then, let’s talk about the moment that leads to this duet? It resonates with me, big time. Duets is a high-point for Rachel - her relationship with Finn is going well, she’s happy, Sam’s just agreed to be in the club... she’s on top of the world. And then there’s Kurt, who had his chance for an honest to God friendship with another guy that wouldn’t be tinged with bad-taste gay jokes or lingering homophobia stolen from Finn. Plus, his own dad telling him he just has to live like that for a while. (I have a lot of feelings about Burt in this episode.)

What I’m trying to say is, essentially, Rachel had nothing to gain from singing with Kurt. The competition was done, they could all go back to solos if they felt like it - but for once, somebody recognised that Kurt was hurting, and reached out to him. They just wanted to make him feel more at home in glee club - not in spite of anything, either. I was a pretty lonely kid, and I can’t even begin to fathom how much it would have meant to me if somebody had just said, “hey, you look lonely. Do you want to do an activity we both enjoy together?”

That got way longer than expected, but... yeah! Thanks! If anybody has anything else they’d like to ask, PLEASE do, I’m really enjoying sharing my glee takes today ❤️

(Also tagging @justsomelostcarkeys in hindsight bc I want her to see the last answer specifically)

[coldguard]

( kiernan shipka. nineteen. she/her. ) WINTER ANDERSON, or WINNIE, has been at THE MIDDLE SCHOOL for SEVEN MONTHS and is currently a GUARD. their fellow survivors say they’re quite QUICK-WITTED, DEVOTED but i’ve heard whispers that they’re also FIERY, GUARDED. but, one thing is certain, they’ve survived this long for a reason. ( queenie. 19. est. she/her. )

Hello! The name’s Queenie and this sweet but chaotic bean is my daughter, Winter Anderson aka Winnie! Now, let’s jump in, shall we?

Before the apocalypse - Trigger warning for robbery

Winter Genevieve Anderson was the youngest daughter, but second child overall to a dad who owned a locally famous diner (Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls vibes) and a prominent psychiatrist mother. She had an older sister named Briar as well as a younger twin brother named Miles.

She had a fan-fucking-tastic childhood as this gal herself will tell you. Whenever she wasn’t in school, her time was split between the diner and the homes of her best friends. She’d either be helping her dad out however she could or just simply having a grand time with her friends, goofing off.

Of course, Winter could be serious when it was time to get serious. Her parents taught her to always be an advocate for the little guy and legend has it that an Anderson’s temper runs hotter than the fires of hell whenever injustice is at play. Bullies on the playground were no match for her sharp tongue. If that failed? Then resolving things with a round of fisticuffs never hurt.

Winnie was fairly popular in school, high school especially. She was a cheerleader and class president after all. But she also enjoyed her fair amount of nerdy things, such as being on the academic team and made so many bad archery puns during practice. Plus, her sweetheart reputation preceded her which made sure that she never knew a stranger.

So, she graduated from high school and decided to take Briar up on her offer of sharing a place. By the time fall rolled around, Winter had enrolled at a nearby college with a double major in business administration and culinary arts. She always had a love for food and cooking, plus she figured that it couldn’t hurt to have some professional training under her belt. Then who knew where fate would take her? Either she’d take over her dad’s diner or she’d go on to open her own restaurants.

Robbery TW - Just before Thanksgiving break however, she went out to celebrate Friendsgiving with her inner circle. They decided to head for the Anderson sisters’ apartment to continue the party and that was when things took a turn. During the walk back, someone attempted to rob the group. Keyword being attempted because Winter kept the would be assailant distracted while a friend called the cops.

Even though there was a moderately happy ending, the event shook her up. And she may or may not have taken up archery again. Other than that, life was quiet.

Then the apocalypse hit... Trigger Warnings for mentions of weapons & death

To say things went to hell in a handbasket would be an understatement. One moment, everything seemed fine. But next thing anybody knew, chaos was the new sheriff in town.

At the insistence of their parents, Briar and Winter started packing to return home to their hometown. “We should all be together. There’s safety in numbers,” their mom had said and dad echoed her sentiment without hesitation.

So, they returned home to be together as a family unit. And it turned out that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had taken in some neighbors as well, ever the hospitable sweethearts. They’d all banded together...for the time being.

The looters and rioters that ran rampant in the beginning eventually came knocking. The adults remained behind in an attempt to hold them off while the Anderson sibling trio helped the older kids get out with the youngers. While she did her best to keep other groups of siblings together, Winter ended up separated from her own.

She made her way to the middle school and she’s been there ever since. Armed with a knife when she first arrived, someone gave her a pistol crossbow along with some bolts when Winnie signed on to become a guard.

Why a guard instead of a cook, one might ask? After all, she does have that love for food and was majoring in culinary arts before the apocalypse. Well, it all goes back to that sense of justice along with that classic Anderson family desire to advocate for the little guy.

With that, I believe we’re all caught up! If there’s anything else you’d like to know about my gal or you want to do some plotting, please feel free to slide into my tumblr messages or add me (Queenie#6441) on Discord!

[sourwolfstories]

Hey! Can you rec some sterek university AUs pls? Thanks you!

Oh boy… okay so this is one of my favorite tropes and I have a crap ton of these. I couldn’t fit all of my faves on here (well i could have but it would have taken forever and the list would have been HUGE) but here are several for you to enjoy!! :)

No Homo by orphan_account

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:3 FourLokos+ 1 peer-pressuring cat- 1 best bro to end all best bros= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.Derek is the fool who replies.

It Started With A Whisper by allyasavedtheday, warmth

“I’m Stiles, by the way. In case you did, you know, need something, cause Librarian is kind of an old lady term and… yeah. So, Stiles. S-T-I-L-E-S, like that one dude in that band from the UK.”

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are both in college, Stiles is the school’s librarian, and Derek is just trying to study.

The Company I Keep by secondstar

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

Maybe by MellytheHun

Tumblr Prompt:

my fave overheard on campus moment of all time was the two guys who sat behind me in pop culture theory

as class was starting one of them was like “so… do you want a blowjob after this” in a rly bored voice, and then the second guy was like [pause][dejected sigh] “yes”

Not Mine to Love by Sabeley

It should have been awkward then, as the haze of lust left them, but Derek really didn’t mind the fact that Stiles was collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. He didn’t care that he was naked in his roommate’s bed, coming down from the best orgasm he had ever had. He didn’t even care that he had just lost his virginity to someone who wasn’t Jennifer.

“That can’t happen again,” he said simply.

It happened twice more that night and it never really stopped.

The Hunt by HenryMercury

Stiles wakes up with a hangover and the phone number of the most attractive (and the frowniest) guy he’s ever encountered.

…Who also happens to be the front-man for the band Scott’s just joined.

Pushed to the Limit by kittylovessterek (kitty_fic)

Watching Stiles get ready to go out is torture. The universe is obviously testing him. There’s only so much temptation one werewolf can take.

I Keep On Fallin’ by xKookiesandCreamx

Ow fuck!“

Stiles sprung up out of his slumber, dazedly looking around for the cause of his roommate’s pained sounding exclamation.

He got his answer when he flicked his desktop lamp on and looked to see Derek sprawled in a graceless heap on the floor by Stiles’s bed.

~~~

Or a little college au ficlet in which a middle of the night accident actually turns out to be a not so bad thing after all.

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis

Derek can’t believe he’s actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

Love Comes in Spurts by talktowater

Stiles has always had sort of a hero worship thing going on with Scott’s step-brother Derek so moving into a house with him freshman year was basically fulfilling a childhood fantasy. Discovering how Derek was putting himself through college, well that was a whole other fantasy that Stiles didn’t even know he had.

Your First by Simone (fvckyourfandoms)

It’s Stiles freshman year of college and he decides to rush a fraternity. He becomes Vice President Derek Hale’s favorite pledge and they end up much closer than expected.

or

A story in which Derek can’t keep his hands off of Stiles’ sweet, irresistible, virgin ass and fails at not feeling him up.

A Comprehensive Study in Getting a Boyfriend via Persuasive Essay-Writing by Luddleston

Stiles is a junior Journalism major who takes Rhetorical Strategies because it covers his English requirement. He’s also trying to be subtle about the way he keeps checking out his professor.

Derek is a grad student teaching his first class ever. He also has the most annoying student on the face of the planet, and is done reading essays about the history of male circumcision.

Flirty e-mails are exchanged, Stiles spends way too much time in Derek’s office, and they fall in love over a mutual hatred for APA formatting.

take two and hit to right by gottalovev

Stiles enjoys ogling the very handsome shortstop of the varsity team while in class. One day, when he cannot have the seat he prefers to watch the baseball diamond, he starts a conversation on his desk (including cartoon characters and eventually sharing secrets).

Unfortunately, Stiles’ first meeting with the hot shortstop - crowd darling Derek Hale - doesn’t go well. When Hale turns out to be Stiles’ desk pen pal, will they be able to move past first impressions?

If You Wanna Be My Roomie (Lover) by xKookiesandCreamx

Realistically, Stiles knew that the local University’s popularity and commonality meant that many members of his graduating high school class would be starting the Fall 2016 semester alongside him, but he never expected his longtime crush to be one of them. Even more so, he never expected said crush to be assigned as his roommate…oh boy.

Just to See You Again by MellytheHun

A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

He makes some cash, he’s good at what he does (especially when he gets to be a little more explicit in his letters), it pays for his textbooks and that’s all he’s really looking for and life is fine. That is, until someone anonymously commissions him to write a love letter to mathematics student, Derek Hale.

It’s Happening by isthatbloodonhisshirt

Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.

Derek, it’s fucking happening!Derek, please!

He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere.

Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot.

“It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. “The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.”

Beauty and the Ex by aggybird

Stiles doesn’t want to screw up his chances with Josh, so he does something he may regret: he goes to Derek Hale, Josh’s intimidating ex-boyfriend, for dating advice.

Things don’t go according to plan. But with a little magic (and werewolves) they might go all right.

We’re caught in stone, you know we might not make it by LunaCanisLupus_22

He does this thing then, while Stiles is watching, rolls his left shoulder a little as if he’s adjusting the books in his arms and suddenly Stiles recognises him from the gesture.

“Oh my god,” he cries, dumping his books, bag and coffee into one big mess on the ground and rushing over to them at once.

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are childhood buddies who lost touch and reconnect by chance at college. Only they end up doing a lot more than just reconnecting.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

‘Linski’s Late Night Antidote To Lame by WhoNatural

Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan.

Also there’s this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

Inside This Place Is Warm by wolfcloaks

Coming down; One love, two mouths

Stiles Stilinski:

-Senior at Berkley-Double majoring in Human Biology and Biomedical Engineering-Student Librarian-Closet Artist-Basket case extrodanaire-Hopelessly crushing on Derek Hale (read as: pining)

Derek Hale:

-Grad Student at Berkley-Philosophy Major-Dog enthusiast-Does not cry during The Notebook, fuck you,Laura-Is definitely not pining over the librarian with the cute moles-Would very much like to tell the librarian’s curly haired boyfriend to fuck off

Or

Where Derek and Stiles are complete dweebs in love and jump to horribly inaccurate conclusions

Or

When your meet-cute turns into a bit of an (light) angst fest but it’s all ok in the end

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If you want to find more college/university goodness you can check out my tag for it here

[17mounteens]

CEO (Jeonghan)

—  papi, let’s go, cuz i kinda like it  —

Smut.

» A business trip with your playful boss turns a lot more heated than you expected.

“Y/N, have you ever had the chance to go on a business trip?”

» If you’re using the tumblr app and can’t see the scenario, which is under a “keep reading”, please try opening the post in your phone’s internet browser (or a computer)! 💕

» 5,849 words (idk what happened here)

Tuesday morning had brought about yet another meeting, and yet again you were struggling to keep your attention on the agenda as it continued drifting to the CEO of the company, Jeonghan, who was sitting at the end of the long table. He was young and attractive, and there was something about him that had had you intrigued since day one.

Perhaps it was the lazy look in the gorgeously brown eyes that usually held a playful twinkle, or perhaps it was the gentle smile he usually had on his plush lips. A lot also had to do with the fact that although he ran the whole company, he wanted to be as close with all of you as he could, and would often wander around the office, whether he had anything to talk with someone or not.

And, as you had to admit as you once again got lost adoring Jeonghan while he and the vice president, Jihoon, discussed some upcoming projects and business trips, he was sinfully good-looking, in particular with his hair styled so that his forehead was showing.

You took in a deep breath as you moved your gaze down to Jeonghan’s lips that he right then licked, and it made you swallow.

No, Jeonghan was not only attractive, but you were also attracted to him. Listening to him speak with such a low, gentle voice did nothing to help you focus on the agenda, and you were only glad that you didn’t have anything important to bring up during the meeting. That way you could just sit and adore.

Jeonghan leaned back on his chair and played with the pen he had in his hands while scanning around the meeting table. There was a business trip coming up, and he was contemplating on which one of you to bring with him. Seokmin smiled brightly and fixed his tie as an attempt to get the his attention, but Jeonghan just grinned at him and shook his head: he’d brought the younger male on too many trips already, and he figured it was time for someone else to go.

He hummed quietly, and soon his eyes returned to you. You were fairly familiar to him, at least as far as it came to him observing you at work, and he had been wanting to get to know you a bit better for quite a while despite not daring to show it in the least; not in his position. Tilting his head a little, Jeonghan leaned forward again. “Y/N, when was the last time you were on a business trip?”

You jolted at the sudden addressing, and in particular with everyone’s attention on you, you thanked all heavens for the fact that you actually caught what he had asked you. “I don’t think I’ve ever been on one, actually.”

“Would you like to go on one?” Jeonghan asked with a playful twinkle in his eye that had your heart fluttering a little.

“Of course,” you replied readily, staring right into his eyes. For a moment you forgot everyone else in the room, and it made you smile a bit nervously.

“Then it’s set,” Jeonghan nodded with a grin and wrote something down on his papers. “We’ll head to Tokyo on Friday.”

“Yes, Mr. Yoon,” you smiled, mentally thanking him for still clarifying where you’d go and when, considering that that had been exactly what he had talked about with Jihoon earlier, which you had completely missed.  

“Good that that’s set,” he hummed and gave you one last warm look before moving on to bring the topic to a few new investments, which allowed you to get lost looking at him again.

A few quick topics - practically announcements, really - the meeting was finally over. As you walked to your office, Seokmin almost jogged up to you and chuckled. “Excited to go on your first business trip?”

“Excited and nervous,” you admitted and looked at him with a smile on your lips. “Any tips? You’ve been on quite a few, haven’t you?”

“A few too many,” he snorted before humming in thought. “I don’t know, he’s pretty easy to be around and he’s really understanding in many ways. Just be reasonably professional and there and you’re good to go.”

“I guess that’s comforting,” you chuckled and stopped in your tracks when you reached your office. “Thanks, Seokmin. I’ll send you photos.”

“Don’t, I’ll just get jealous from the champagne,” he laughed heartily before shaking his head. “But it’s nothing, I’m always glad to help. I’m sure it’ll be a memorable trip.”

Oh, if he only knew how memorable it would be.

…

Jeonghan had given you some additional information during the week, and on Friday you met him at a taxi by the apartment complex you lived in. It was early in the morning, and Jeonghan couldn’t help but chuckle when you had reached the taxi with your suitcase.

“Sorry that it’s so early,” he said with a grin, and while yawning, you waved your hand in the air to signal that it was fine.

“I know it’s for practicalities,” you noted and smiled at him while putting the suitcase into the trunk of the car. “Wasn’t it tough for you?”

“It was and still is,” he admitted and winked playfully, “but I’m a master of sleeping wherever and whenever.”

“Just don’t snore,” you joked and got into the car with him.

Jeonghan quirked his eyebrow, and his grin only widened. “Isn’t it a boss’s privilege to do things like that and not get comments about it?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you noted, hinting at how your job was more or less in his hands, and looked into his eyes that seemed to suck you in them in a way that made you shiver a little.

He had something incredibly mysterious and attractive about him for a moment, until he sighed dramatically. “Seokmin said the same, and these days he just messes around with me. My authority is gone.”

You laughed heartily, and it made Jeonghan snicker, too. The atmosphere felt nice and light, and you talked about some more professional things on your way to the airport.

The way to Tokyo went by fast - of course, since it wasn’t too long of a long way - and Jeonghan did, indeed, sleep for most of the flight. While he slept next to you, you allowed your eyes to wander on him, taking in the soft-looking pink lips, the beauty mark on his cheek and just how well his suit sat on him.

Had he not looked as cute as he did while sleeping, you probably would’ve let your thoughts wander a lot more than you ended up letting them. To further keep your thoughts on the tamer side, you looked around in the airplane and thought about how cute and soft-spoken Jeonghan was on the daily, no matter how sexy he could look, in particular during the rare days that he actually oozed with authority.

It was intriguing, really, how the boss that enjoyed pulling small pranks and giggled at the confusion on his employees’ faces could actually seem so strong and powerful, too, if he really wanted to. The duality never failed to amaze you.

Having left quite early, you also reached Tokyo pretty early into the afternoon. You both let out relieved sighs when you got out of the elevator after checking in the hotel.

“Finally here,” you sighed and checked the number of your room again.

Jeonghan chuckled and nodded while doing the same. “It’s been quite a long day considering it’s barely one in the afternoon.”

“Tell me about it,” you agreed and squinted a little. “We don’t have the meeting until the evening, do we?”

“No,” he grinned and quirked his eyebrow meaningfully. “Thinking about taking a nap during work, Y/N?”

“May I remind you about which one of us slept for the whole flight, Mr. Yoon?” you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice, and opened the door to your room.

“Touché,” he laughed and smiled at you warmly from his own door. “No, but really, get the sleep that you need. I’ll come wake you up early enough.”

“Thank you,” you smiled and entered your room, yawning almost immediately after closing the door again.

Your nap was heavenly, and would’ve left you feeling good if you hadn’t had such a heated dream about your boss. Rather than getting a peace of mind from the rest, you were left hot and bothered after you had dreamt about how sensual his kisses would be as his hands would roam around your body, over and under your clothes.

It was just about when his hand was sliding between your legs that you heard knocks on your door that, with the familiar voice calling your name, dragged you back from your sleep.

Your eyes widened as the dream was fresh in your mind, but you tried to appear as casual as you possibly could when you went to open the door, smiled at Jeonghan and told him you’d be done in a moment.

The way you avoided looking into his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by him, although he couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t do it.

The meeting that evening went a lot better than you had anticipated, and the next day was just as successful. You really enjoyed being with Jeonghan, and Seokmin had not been lying when he said that he was easy to be around. Although it was quite a short time, you felt as though you got a bit closer to Jeonghan during the trip, and eventually he also asked you to just call him by his first name rather than Mr. Yoon.

You had no objections, although you did find him all the more attractive whenever you - or anyone else - called him Mr. Yoon.

You had dinner together again on Saturday evening, and somehow it felt like something had changed. Jeonghan would look you in the eyes a lot more often, a playful grin would play on his lips frequently, and if you weren’t completely mistaken, he was trying to flirt with you a little.

All that alone made the atmosphere more on the excited, anticipative side, and you found yourself lost in his eyes, drinking up whatever he said with the low, soft voice of his, and eventually you started thinking about the dream you had had the night before. It had been more or less of a continuation to your short dream during Friday afternoon, and so your mind was largely occupied by the thought of him eating you out passionately, demanding you to look into his eyes while he lapped at your pussy.

You squeezed your legs together subtly as heat began pooling between your legs, and tried to appear attentive when Jeonghan told you a story from the last time he had been in Tokyo for a business trip with Seokmin.

While you battled with your thoughts wandering, Jeonghan was having a bit of a battle in his mind. He had a difficult time admitting just how attractive he thought you were, because that brought about a problem: he was your boss, but he was also awfully eager to take you to bed and show you the side of him that he didn’t at the office.

The clothes you’d worn during the trip emphasized all the right parts of your body, and it left Jeonghan with his pants feeling tight and his imagination running loose, only somewhat controlled by the fact that no matter how much of a playful, silly CEO he was, he also knew his position and didn’t want to use it to take advantage over anyone.

But testing the waters wouldn’t hurt, would it?

He continued building up the courage to put his thoughts into words as you dined, and whenever you licked your lips while looking him straight in the eye, he felt his pants grow tighter. At that point he wasn’t even sure if you were being purposefully suggestive - which you were - or if it just came across as suggestive because he wanted you so much.

The atmosphere continued getting more and more clouded by an unnamed, unacknowledged sexual tension, and while digging into his dessert, Jeonghan decided that he’d just go for it.

“Y/N, I was wondering…” Jeonghan began and lowered his gaze, stopped by his conscience telling him that he shouldn’t be suggesting anything in case the feeling wasn’t mutual.

You raised your eyebrows. “Yes?”

Whether it was the way you were looking at him or the champagne he’d just sipped, Jeonghan somehow found the courage to present the question. “Would you like to spend the night in my room?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the question, and your lips parted as you processed it in your mind. “Like…”

“You don’t have to, of course, I just… thought I was feeling something here,” Jeonghan said with pursed lips, his eyes warm yet dark as he looked at you, hoping he hadn’t offended you yet also hoping that you felt the same way that he did.

Swallowing hard, you then nodded. “...Me too.”

His eyes widened for a moment, and then his lips spread into a smile. “Okay.”

Neither of you was in a rush, though, and you finished the desserts - or whatever little was left of them - peacefully, although the atmosphere was a lot more erotically charged than before with some eye flirting.

You had always found him handsome and intriguing, but never had you ever wanted him as much as you did in that moment, as he looked into your eyes with his looking dark and hooded, his lips slightly parted and his tongue licking them slowly. Soon you were done and could head to the elevator, where Jeonghan pressed the button to the 35th floor. You stood close to him, awfully aware of his presence, and slowly turned more towards him while moving your gaze up to his eyes, too, only to find him looking straight back at you.

Without a word and with only minimal hesitation, Jeonghan got his hand to your lower back and pulled you close to himself, and you were the one to close the distance between your lips with your arms wrapping around his neck.

After a dinner loaded with so much sexual tension, it felt almost heavenly to finally have your hands in Jeonghan’s hair and his lips against yours as his hands began roaming around on your lower body, eagerly feeling up your ass and thighs. His kisses were sinfully good and turned you on quickly, although your imagination had already done a fair share of that earlier, too.

“Should I just stop the elevator?” Jeonghan asked against your lips, impatiently bucking his hips against yours while pulling you against him in a way that left no questions about whether he was hard or not.

Moaning quietly at the sensation, you were somewhat able to shake your head. “We don’t want the company to be banned from here, do we?”

“No,” he breathed and pulled away from you. He took a deep breath and looked at you, his lips a bit puffy and his eyes dark and filled with lust. Biting his lip, he frowned a little. “But it’s moving so slowly and I…”

Jeonghan’s voice trailed off as he, again, contemplated on what was okay to say and what was not, but you weren’t about to have any of it. You wanted to know, and so you grinned and cocked your eyebrow while playing with his hari slowly. “You what?”

Leaning his forehead against yours, Jeonghan sighed. “...want you so bad.”

“That’s too bad,” you smirked and boldly slid your hand down his body, all the way until you could palm him through his suit pants, awfully tight on him. Just as he bucked into your hand, the elevator bell rang quietly and the doors began opening. You withdrew your hand and looked at him meaningfully. “Well?”

“Come on,” he grinned and took your hand into his before leading you out of the elevator and into his room, only one door further from yours. On the inside it was pretty identical to yours, just that it had a trace of Jeonghan here and there in form of his things and clothes.

With the door closed behind yourselves, you turned around to Jeonghan to wrap your arms around his neck again, your gaze moving from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. “Finally alone.”

“Tell me about it,” he said quietly and leaned down to kiss your neck. You hummed contently and began leading him towards the bed, and Jeonghan grinned against your lips at that. “I like the determination.”

“There’s been enough waiting,” you replied simply while grinning into the kiss, too, and sat down on the bed, looking up to Jeonghan suggestively. “Do you know when you’re at your hottest, Mr. Yoon?”

He swallowed at the way his name sounded said by you with such a determined, dark look in your eyes, and began leaning down as you lay down on the bed and took his tie into your hand, pulling him closer. “No. Tell me.”

“When you know exactly what you want,” you began with a playful smirk on your lips as you continued pulling Jeonghan closer, all the way until your lips were brushing against each other’s, “and when you make sure you get it, too.”

There was something about what you were saying and how you were saying it that had him awfully impatient, and you let out a quiet moan when you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt him grind against you, letting you feel as much of his erection as his suit pants would allow.

“I want you,” he mumbled against your lips and let his hands roam on your body, caressing you over your dress. Jeonghan then took in a deep breath, somehow more confident after your words. “And I will have you.”

“Please,” you said rushedly and got one hand into his hair and one arm loosely around his neck as you kissed him passionately and met his hips with yours as well as you could.

The dress you were wearing was strapless, much like your bra, and Jeonghan was quick to slide them both down on your body until he could cup your breast with his hand, leaving your nipple between his fingers. You leaned into his touch and unwrapped your arms from around his neck so that you could start unbuttoning the white dress shirt he was wearing under his fitted blazer.

With the shirt unbuttoned, you moved your hands freely on Jeonghan’s upper body and deepened your kisses that only seemed to get more and more passionate, as though revealing all the times you’d wanted to kiss him in the past, just to see if his lips were as soft as they looked. He slid his tongue into your mouth, and you whimpered quietly when it rubbed into your tongue with just the right amount of force to have you buck your hips against his in need of more.

Jeonghan grinned against your lips, but when he was about to move down to kiss your neck, you pushed him back and shook your head. It took all of your willpower to stick to your resolution when he looked at you like that, with his eyes so dark and attractive, but somehow you managed to sit up and get him to sit against the wall. “There’s something I want to do first.”

“Oh?” he asked, almost dumbfounded, but had a smirk spreading to his lips when you pushed his blazer and dress shirt off him before starting to fiddle with the button and zipper of his pants and pressing kisses all over his chest as you kissed your way down his body. “I see.”

You grinned and continued kissing your way down on him while pulling his pants and boxers down on his legs when he lifted his lower body a little, and bit down on your lower lip at the sight of his cock, which looked even better than it had in your dreams. It sat perfectly in your hand, and the thought of how it would feel inside of you had your mouth watering.

Jeonghan watched you with a smug smirk as you adored his length, but the smugness was replaced with pleasure when you leaned down to lick a long stripe from the base of his length to the top and repeated it a few times. He grunted quietly and reached down to tease one of your nipples a little, at which you sighed contently, leaned into his touch and guided the tip of his cock to your lips, which you then wrapped around it.

“Yes,” he sighed and closed his eyes, resorting to just petting your head a little as a way to show appreciation for how good it felt to have your soft lips against such a sensitive body part of his, much less how amazing it was to be encased by the warmth of your mouth.

You loved noticing the effect you had on him, and teasingly looked him in the eye when you began lowering your head with your tongue swirling on the underside of his length. He hummed appreciatively and bit down on his lower lip when you began moving your head up and down a little before sticking to simply tonguing the slit and sucking on the tip. It was a sensitive spot, and it was made all the more obvious by the noises that he let out after every little thing that you did, whether it was you sucking on it lightly or moving your tongue on it.

Considering that he was your boss, you were incredibly pleased to have him under your control, and you just couldn’t not make the best of it. And so, after sucking on the head of his cock for a while, you let him fall off your lips when he started to buck his hips up. He pouted as you kissed his stomach and held the base of his cock.

“Are you teasing me now?” he asked and looked at you with a small frown, and you gave him a smug grin.

“Is it working?” you asked and soon returned to his cock, moving your head up and down in a steady rhythm with your tongue gliding on the underside of his length. The soft ahs that Jeonghan let out were magic to your ears, and everything in the situation turned you on beyond belief.

“You could say that,” he breathed, only to hiss when you pulled up from his cock with your cheeks hollowed. “Fuck…”

Grinning, you began moving your mouth sideways on his cock, wetting it with your tongue and pressing sloppy kisses here and there. “What’s it doing to you, Mr. Yoon?”

Jeonghan grunted at the usage of Mr., and looked at you and the way your lips looked pressed against his cock. “Mostly just making me want to fuck you even more than I did before.”

You froze for a second, almost giving in to the temptation of just that, but then kept going with the blowjob that was making Jeonghan’s toes curl. The wet warmth of your mouth felt heavenly on him, and the way your tongue felt when you were teasing his slit with it was making him see stars.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer, and after reaching for a complementary condom from the drawer of the nightstand, Jeonghan gently urged you to stop and lift your face. He looked deep into your eyes and cupped your cheek as he licked his lips slowly. “My turn.”

You got out of your dress and took off your bra and panties, and Jeonghan observed you with interest while putting the condom on himself. You looked at him meaningfully and swallowed when he beckoned you to get closer, which you did, getting one of your knees over his hips and lowering your body so that his cock was between your folds.

“This is a nice sight,” Jeonghan grinned and smoothed his hands over your thighs and ass while you rocked your hips back and forth, shivering a little with how turned on you were already.

“I’m not complaining, either,” you noted with a small smirk and lifted your hips a little so that Jeonghan could guide his cock to your entrance. You looked him in the eye and bit down on your lower lip as you sank down on him, moaning at the way he filled you up. He grunted, too, and held your hips tightly, almost overwhelmed with how amazing your pussy felt around him.

Without much further ado - you were way too horny to just take it easy - you began rocking your hips on his lap, knowing just how to do it to get the most pleasure for yourself, and judging by the noises Jeonghan was letting out, he enjoyed it, too. His cock hit all the right spots inside of you, and while you worked your magic with your hips, Jeonghan was mesmerized just looking at you.

You were gorgeous, and the sight added to how amazing he was feeling had him feeling several other things, too. He grunted at how well you were moving your hips and contracting your muscles around his cock and moved his hands from your hips to your breasts to play with them. You moaned at the sensation and placed your hands on his chest to support you when you began moving on him a bit harder and faster, and since the positioning of your hands squished your breasts together a little, Jeonghan grinned to himself.

Somewhere amidst you riding him desperately, Jeonghan began fucking up into you, his hands now back on your hips and pushing you down on himself. You whimpered. “Y-yes, that feels so good, ah…”

Jeonghan merely nodded and bucked up harder, although a few moments later he stopped and stroked your thighs. You quirked your eyebrow and looked at him in a daze, only able to think about how sensitive you were and how you needed more.

“I don’t want you to have to do all the work,” Jeonghan said, his voice low yet soft, and helped you get off his cock. As you sat next to each other on the bed, he kissed you passionately while playing with your breasts, after which he told you what he had in mind.

You grinned as you lie down on your right side and bit down on your lower lip when you felt Jeonghan lift your left leg so that he could more easily push into you, and moaned satedly when he had bottomed out. He hissed when he was encased by the warmth of your pussy again and kissed your upper back passionately while holding your right breast snugly in his hand, playing with its nipple every now and then.

It felt heavenly on both ends - something about the position made you feel even tighter than before, which in turn made him feel bigger - and you focused solely on the pleasure you were experiencing. Jeonghan was very much lost in you; lost in how amazing you felt around him, how amazing you sounded, how amazing you felt under his touch… It was all perfect.

As his orgasm started approaching him, Jeonghan began fucking you a bit harder, which had your breath hitching in your throat a little. You were so turned on and the knot in the pit of your stomach was tightening a little, and yet it felt like something was missing; something that would throw you over the edge.

You met the movements of Jeonghan’s hips as well as you could, and it didn’t take too long for him to push deep into you, suck lightly on your neck and hold your breast almost desperately as he released into the condom. He panted, and you continued moving your hips a little as an attempt to get closer to your own release, too.

“You didn’t come, did you?” Jeonghan mumbled by your ear, still rocking his hips back and forth slowly. You shook your head weakly and moaned quietly when he squeezed your breast and kissed you by your ear. “Let me get you off, too.”

He let go of your breast, pulled out of you and got rid of the condom, and with a mere blink of your eyes he had moved to the lower end of the bed, turned you to your back and spread your legs so that he had easy access to your pussy, soaked with anticipation and begging for more touch. You looked at him with your lips parted, but as he dove right in to lap at your wetness, you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

Jeonghan grinned when you bucked your hips a little against his mouth, and when you got one hand into his hair, he only got more excited. He ran his tongue over your swollen clit relentlessly time after time, and only when you began quivering a little underneath him, he moved lower to tongue your entrance a little. You whined and bucked against him, and once he returned to focus on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you moaned.

The knot in the pit of your stomach was tightening at a fast rate, only fueled by the wet sounds that came from Jeonghan eating you out with such vigor. He pulled back a little, and you let out a dissatisfied whine.

“I want you to look at me,” he said, his voice far from the soft tone he had been using for the longest time, and instead full of the authority he so rarely showed. The tone alone sent shivers down your spine, and so you quickly folded the pillow underneath your head and looked at him right in the eye, and the way it all reminded you of your dream the night before made you clench around nothing. His eyes curved as he grinned. “Good.”

You bit down on your lower lip as you struggled keeping your eyes open and focused on Jeonghan, ho looked back at you intently while his tongue explored your pussy, massaging your clit in ways that made you see stars. He wrapped his lips around it, and smirked almost devilishly when you momentarily shut your eyes as a moan left your lips. You were quick to open your eyes again, however, and as some sort of a way to reward you for still following his order of a kind, he began sucking on your nub lightly, just enough to have your back arching.

“J-Jeonghan,” you breathed, your chest heaving rapidly as he continued eating you out eagerly, and you continued giving him encouraging nods with your orgasm approaching you faster and faster.

He began giving your clit fast licks with just the right amount of pressure, and it wasn’t much later that you were bucking your hips against his mouth in a steady rhythm with your legs on either side of his face and your hand tight in his hair. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as your orgasm rocked through you, only intensified as Jeonghan continued giving attention to your most sensitive parts and eagerly lapped at your release.

Soon he pulled back with a wide grin on his face as he looked at you, panting and looking incredibly sated and spent. He crawled up on the bed, and after wiping his face with the back of his hand and licking it clean, he leaned down to kiss your neck. You lazily got your arms around his neck and pulled him into a proper kiss before letting him go and lie down next to you.

For a while you were both silent, merely looking at the ceiling and catching your breaths. Jeonghan reached for your hand, and you smiled as you let him take it into his.

“You know,” Jeonghan began quietly, slowly rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You hummed, encouraging him to continue, and turned to look at him curiously. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while.”

“What kind of an eye?” you asked with a grin and moved a bit closer to him on the bed.

He looked at you with a silly, wide smile and shook his head. His eyes twinkled happily. “Not the kind you think. Or maybe a little.”

“Go on,” you hummed and let yourself get lost in his deep, brown eyes. Jeonghan let out a quiet giggle.

“Firstly, your work performance is spectacular,” he began, and as he continued, his voice got softer and his smile widened. “But you’ve also got the brightest smile of the office, and I like the way you look at me.”

“The way I look at you?” you asked with a snort and hid your face with your arm. “What about it?”

“It’s cute, and you seem to get lost in thought a lot,” Jeonghan said softly and got closer to you on the bed so that he could move your arm away from your face and look into your eyes. “And I love it when you act like you weren’t staring.”

“I’m glad if you don’t mind,” you smiled, and it only widened on your lips when he leaned down to kiss you.

“Not at all,” Jeonghan whispered after pulling up and licked his lips. He looked into your eyes in a way that made your heart flutter a little. “We don’t have to be weird about this, right?”

“No,” you said quietly and shook your head a little while placing a hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder. “I know you’re my boss, but… do you think we could do this again sometime?”

“Dine and have sex?” he asked with a playful grin and nodded. “Regularly, if you’d like. I want to get to know you better.”

“Me too,” you replied and played with his hair as he leaned down to kiss you again.

After the business trip, the two of you did, indeed, meet up every now and then over dinner and, more often than not, sex. Sometimes he’d even ask you to stay overtime - for a reason, usually - and it would often end up getting steamy, with the two of you starting with simply making out and ending up having sex in his office.

Neither of you was particularly fond of being a part of an office romance, but you were too drawn to each other to mind, and although you knew you were each other’s only ones, you didn’t think too deep about it nor did you treat it too seriously.

You just were, with no strings attached yet with so many strings attached, and until one of you expressed unhappiness, that was okay. The two of you enjoyed being with each other in various ways, and for now that was enough.

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My main groups

Oh boy. Thanks for the ask, I’ll try to go as in-depth as possible. Get ready for me to just fucking gush.

So I have two main groups: VIXX and BTS.

Please read below the break because this is long as hell. This is also a repost as Tumblr is a dumb dumb.

VIXX:

Voice, Visuals, Values in Excelsis (I know doesn’t make sense but that’s what the boys names themselves). They are the Concept Kings for a reason: Space Vampires, Voodoo Dolls, Cyborgs/Androids, Time, the Greek God trilogy, Perfumes, Duality (Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) and so many others.

I consider myself to be a STARLIGHT in terms of kpop first before anything else other than just enjoying all of it. VIXX will always be my number one group because they helped me out of a really dark place in my life and because of that, I can’t really replace them with anyone else. With that being said, I look at them as if they are my older brothers, which makes looking at them in a sexual way almost impossible for me (despite one of the fancams later, I just think that fancam is so interesting). So I am very, very soft towards them. I almost cried at a concert for Ravi because I was so moved at being able to meet someone I very much look up to.

So even though I was technically introduced to kpop via either BigBang (with Fantastic Baby) or BTS (with DNA), it wasn’t until VIXX that I really got into them.

My first song with VIXX was Error. I had never seen anything like Error before and it fascinated me, I was really hooked by that video. My sister and I watched that video about… 20 times in a row. And I never looked back.

My bias is Ravi. For those who don’t: he is the Rapper of the group as well as one of the main dancers. He has a deep ass voice, he looks rather scary, but he is probably one of the purest human beings on the planet. He’s a workaholic, he’s the best dog dad, he’s a shy, sweet mess (he’s best friends with Jimin of BTS and Kai of EXO, if that don’t explain much, nothing will). I saw him in concert this past May and it was just… I was in awe. He’s very down to earth and tall as fuuuuuuuuck (all of them are, the shortest is 5′11). He recently left Jellyfish Entertainment (Jelpi) to start his own production agency, GROOVL1N. The most fascinating thing about this for me is that he left on good terms with Jelpi and is still part of VIXX. No entertainment company is perfect, but I think is pretty damn close. They give their artists artistic freedom, they protect their privacy fiercely (STARLIGHTS not particularly invasive, but no one really knows anything about their private lives), and they don’t force their artists to do things that would be bad for them (I can’t find the footage, but there have been instances where instead of telling Leo not to eat, they try to make him eat, I’ll talk about that more later). What Jelpi lacks is promoting and caring about international fans. I’m pretty sure that’s why Ravi left because even though they are on good terms, that is what Jelpi lacks and Ravi really makes the international STARLIGHTS (I mean they all do, but Ravi especially) feel like they are loved.

Favorite song is kinda hard. For Title Tracks, G.R.8.U., On and On, and Fantasy are definitely tied for first place. For non-title tracks, Trigger and Light Me Up (little bit of a cheat, this is one of my favorite performances and this the Rock version) fuck me up and get me hyped. My favorite Japanese Track is Depend on Me which is basically the exact opposite of Chained Up. Because they love their STARLIGHTS so much, they have a song dedicated to us on each album, so my favorite STARLIGHT song is Milky Way.

My bias wrecker (lord help me) is Hyuk. Hyuk is the maknae of the group. He started out of the pipsqueak of the group and now dominates his hyung. He clocks in at about 6′4 and is a fucking wall. He looks like a Samoyed. He’s got a lovely voice. He sounds like Onew of SHINee. He’s incredibly manly and is weird AF. He recently made his solo debut this last winter with the ballad, Boy with a Star.

So my favorite Era was… the Conception Era. This is sort of a cheat as it encompasses a concept trilogy. It’s based on three greek gods of masculine traits which tell a love story conceptually: Zelos (god of rivalry, zeal, and jealousy) with Dynamite, Hades (god of wealth, the afterlife, and desire) Fantasy, which I think is a retelling of the Orpheus myth, and finally Kratos (god of strength and rule) with the Closer. It’s just a beautiful interconnected era.

My favorite fancams…

This Chained Up Ravi Focus (gird your loins)

This “Manager Kim” Concert video

This “(Im)perfect Boyfriends to Order” Concert video

Hyukspatch

Toy Story Fantasy Performance (if you watch nothing else, watch this)

There’s certainly more but this is what came to mind immediately.

Little tidbits otherwise, I’ll never get to BTS:

Hongbin is my icon. He’s the visual of the group, the sub rapper, he’s a gamer (has his own twitch, don’t know how to get to it since I don’t have twitch), and he’s probably the most under appreciated. Enjoy his Cool Love collab with Hyungwon of Monsta X.

N, Mr. Cha Hakyeon, is the leader of the group and he’s your favorite whether or not you believe it to be. He is currently doing his military service. We all though we would not see or hear from while he’s doing his service… I see his face everyday on my dash and I love his egg head. He was in the Children of Nobody and he’s an amazing dancer.

Ken is the would be maknae of the group and I would say that’s he’s got not only the best voice in the group, but also the best eyebrows. He’s all about acting cutesy. He is a stage actor and is absolutely amazing. I want to see one of his plays one of these days.

Now, before you come for me with your pitchforks, I love all of them, just some of them piss me off more than others, but I wouldn’t get this mad if I didn’t care. Leo pisses me the hell off. He needs someone to take care of him because he’s sacrificing his mental and physical health to satisfy people who don’t actually care about him. At roughly 6 feet tall, he weighs between 130 to 145 pounds. He’s talked about some behavior that is incredibly unhealthy and it breaks my heart (he talked about how he once binge ate then worked out until he practically passed out). He’s talked about how he’s absolutely drained after a practice for his solo and… his choreography is incredibly simple. I hate that he feels like he has to be impossibly skinny for people to love him.

Moving on from the angry stuff, VIXX is one of the nation’s prides. The president of Korea is a known fan of VIXX and the last time I checked, N is STILL one of the promotional images on the president’s website.

If you have any questions for me about VIXX, please let me know and I’d love to talk about it.

BTS:

I’m going to be a little more brief with BTS, since the majority of people know them.

So as mentioned before my first song with BTS is DNA. It didn’t leave a big impression on me. It was simply something I’d play in the background while I was finishing up work for the evening at my old job. Dope is the song that really pulled me in. I don’t know what it is about it, but it just really pulled me in.

I am *sigh* double biased, something that @ropeseok​ has made me come to terms with. My ideal is Namjoon. I really like his voice, I think he’s adorable with his hard exterior and ooeygooey center. It also helps that he’s, well, kinda like me in that he’s a brain. My other bias is Taehyung. He is probably the more realistic type of person to me. I like the idea of Namjoon. But Tae… Tae is more of the person that I need. He’s very touchy, he’s emotional, he’s true, he’s sweet, a bit child like, he’s very intelligent, but keeps it on the down low. If that makes sense.

My favorite title track is Boy in Luv. I can listen to it forever. For non-title tracks it would be First Love, Magic Shop, and Persona. My favorite Japanese Track is Crystal Snow.

Since Tae had been my bias wrecker for a while, I don’t really think I have one BUT because of someone’s influence… probably Jin. Fine, I’ll admit it, I’m a Kim line heaux.

My favorite era…. it really depends on each boy. Like for Namjoon, I love the Danger and Not Today eras. For Jin, it would have to be, ironically enough, anytime of the early eras cuz he looks lovely as hell with eyeliner and I just think he’s got this hidden bad boy energy that was able to come out during this time. For Yoongi is would be MIC DROP. He was in his fucking element. Plain and simple. For Hoseok, it was Blood, Sweat, and Tears, BST was probably one of their best eras overall, but Hoseok just fucking made it his bitch. For Jimin it was BST as well but also any of the early eras. Like Jin, he’s got this hidden ferocity that I feel like is being kept hidden behind a closely guarded wall. I also just like his hair black and when he wasn’t necessarily starving himself. For Tae… Fake Love. I think he really found his element with the ballads like Singularity and darker themes, especially now that he’s all grown up and doesn’t look like a child. For Jungkook… Dope. There was something about the uniform and the energy that really just fit him.

I’m not going to do favorite famcams as the moment I start collecting videos, I’m going to be overwhelmed with different versions and this is already ridiculously long.

Tidbits:

I really like their darker works. I really wish they’d go back to those.

I don’t want anymore collaborations with Western artists. I think it would be really cool if they collabed with another Korean group or artist. I would like to see Jimin and Ravi work together. I think their different voices would work amazingly together.

I am probably the most similar to Jimin. Everyone’s who’s ever known me and knows Kpop often compares me to Jimin.

Yeontan, along with Ravi’s dog, Butt, are my fashion icons.

Once again, I love them all, but if I had to name my least favorites, it would have to be Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin because, he’s incredibly hard for me to write. I get extremely frustrated writing about him. I work best when there’s a certain amount of emotional/psychological distance between me and the person I’m writing about because then I can comfortably extrapolate. He and I are way too close, which makes it hard for me to really describe him as someone else if that makes sense. As for Jungkook, I have a very hard time understanding him. I know that a lot of people love mysterious people, but I find them to be incredibly frustrating. I think he’s incredibly talented and nice, but I’m frustrated by the fact that’s impossible for me to get an idea of what he’s like beyond that surface layer.

So that is that.

I hope you got your answer sweet Anon. I am so sorry that is was so freaking long.

-UwU~

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A few characters from non-specific things. Brusk was created in 2014, but Mr. Ticksworth and Nobody’s original creation date has kind of been lost to time as they were never properly introduced.

Brusk is a Monster Friend. Some Tumblr thingy. He never belonged to a certain story or universe, but I feel like he could be applied to many situations.

You can pretty much read about him there. Brusk is a monster friend who’s not very smart, but very emotional. You can tell how he’s feeling based on the flames of his horns and tail. His battle capabilities involve a bit of arm detachment. His arms can turn into smoke which can be manipulated while the bone parts remain physical and can do major damage far away from his actual body.

Mr. Ticksworth is a being of time who also never really belonged to a particular story other than one of his earlier appearances in Token Tracks.

A nice chunk about him is here, where I expanded on his story. Essentially, he’s a guardian of time. He presides of the flow of time to ensure that there are no disturbances that would stop or disrupt the flow of time otherwise. One thing about him is that his face will always tell the correct time of the location he’s in. And another thing is that he can only speak for a minute at the top of every hour which can lead to a lot of potentially funny situations. He might not be incredibly strong, but he can go into overdrive and you’ll see the gears inside him spin furiously.

Nobody, or N0.1301, is a living weapon who was never properly added into a story. 

Created in a lab to be the ultimate battle machine. He is Number 1301, there are many after him as well. He was considered inferior to his other siblings and was more or less tossed away to be destroyed. He was found by someone who took him and gave him the name Nobody (as N0.1301 looked liked NOBO).

As a being created in a lab, he has no real understanding of the real world and has the mind of a child who doesn’t really understand consequences. One of the things he’ll do is refer to himself in third person. That leads to some misunderstandings. One joke I had in mind was having him chat with someone who’s alone and feels unloved. He’ll go to them and say ‘Nobody loves you!’ referring to himself, but it sounding kind of bad out of context. Another joke would be the characters hiding and Nobody revealing himself and saying ‘Nobody is here!’.

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Musical theatre naughty or nice list

It's almost Christmas. Santa's been watching all year. He knows if you've been memeing or horny on main. Here's where I think theatre tumblr has landed this year:

Nice

Aidan: Beautifully proposed to Kaylee!! Literally the sweetest!! How could you not love Aidan?? Give her all the things.

Arielle: Jewish, so automatically entitled to compensation for dealing with Christmas. Also posted pictures of Charlie the dog. Everyone loves Charlie.

Elliott: Literally one of the best sources of trivia and information in this circle. Buzzfeed has wet dreams about having someone who can write lists of trivia that are as in-depth and fascinating as Elliott's trivia.

Emil: Mrs. Claus would like to join the indoor plant fandom when climate change melts the North Pole, so Santa's got to get on your good side before then.

Emily: Evidence of a certain murder is finally on its way to you now. Keep an eye out.

Joash: Mrs. Claus thought you deserved lots of make-up. She personally wrapped your gifts herself 💟

Joel: Santa has seen your beard, and he wants to groom you as a successor if he dies of heat stroke due to climate change.

Katie: wifg! (That's all the reason that they gave for you being on this list. Not sure what that means.)

Kaylee: Has suffered enough with the gays and their porn and deserves one nice thing.

Kyle (Georgia): Teachers get a 125% nice multiplier, so this was easy.

Liz: Look at that bunny!! Look at it!! Look at it!! How could anything be more pure?

Mason: You could make a case for Mason being on the naughty list because of his porn, but honestly: He lives his truth as a very horny boy, and furthermore he posted full frontal nudes on the final nsfw day when no one else would. He just gives to the gays!! Generosity.

Paul: No one else wants the wugs, so you're going to get a ton of them.

Reynaldi: Santa can't risk offending the number one cookie producer in the theatre circle. Also Kitu deserves only nice things.

Robert: Blogging directly led to the reunification of Ireland. You're, like, Joan of Arc but with potatoes and a blog.

Robert: Has done more for public transportation than any president or Congress, and that's just a fact.

Zach (New York): Zach is just so festive that every man he has sex with becomes a ginger bred man. That's the true holiday spirit!

Zach (Professor): You teach politics, so you would land on the naughty list, but you're by all accounts an Excellent teacher, and excellent teachers deserve better.

Naughty

Billy: Name rhymes with Willy. Willies are now forbidden on tumblr; therefore, Billy is an outlaw.

Clyde: Loves Queen. But the monarchy takes in massive amount of tax dollars to sustain their extreme lifestyle, and that money that can be spent on public services. For shame, you monarchist!

Colby: Worked at some place called The Walnut?? People have peanut allergies, you ass.

Danny: Santa disagrees with your unpopular opinions too!

Hunter: Almost made the nice list, but teased a booty pic on the last day of nsfw tumblr and then never posted it. (Mrs. Claus even made you a nice pair of overalls because she thought you looked dashing in overalls!)

James: Saw the Rent tour three times and then posted positive things about it. Also was a blurry for a day.

Justus: Idk, I just think he'd get off on being called naughty. (Honestly same though.)

Stephen: Are you a theatre person, a Disney person, or a porn blog? Santa is not about that intersection of interests.

Did not make the list:

Eli: Santa leaves furries to that Krampus fellow. Nothing personal.

Fiona: Your spirit lives in the mid-1900s, but you weren't born then, so you do weird things to the system. You're a weird time travel glitch.

Mack: Your name was on the naughty list, but Santa thought it was a miniature grocery list he had started to write when he wanted mac and cheese, and so he ignored your name when it came to presents. Oops. (But the mac and cheese he picked up was good!)

Max: Whenever your name came up, everyone started to drool thinking about those tiddies. They're just too enchanting. No decision was ever actually reached.

Megan: Santa doesn't know what The Terror is either. He looked at your Christmas wishlist and was like, Uhhhh idk.

Also:

For some people (Caty, Dan, Matt, Kyle-2, Zach-3, etc.) I just couldn't think of anything clever or funny. So if anyone wants to add to my list, please feel free so more people can be included 💙