#seems like a pretty big coincidence for everyone I used to be close to to just be conveniently bad at staying in touch

[craykae]

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[cherrysoojins]

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ghostface! choi san & ghostface! jung wooyoung, oneshot/drabble (no pt. 2), horror themes, subjects of murder, underlying yandere themes, for mature audiences ( no smut ).

🔪 — : the annual frat halloween party hosted by your two best friends was not supposed to turn into a actual halloween horror movie for you.

this was not how halloween night was supposed to go.

party music loud and blaring, drowning out the screams and the slaughter as everyone finds just one more person dead.

not just another person, but another person you slept with. another person you dated. another person who looked in your general vicinity. every male with at least some correlation to you, you realize, have all become victims of a murder in that house party.

how many people have died at this rate? you’re not too sure.

having your phone in your shaky hands as you hid in the cupboards under the bathroom sink, you texted someone— anyone, hands moving frantically against the electronics keyboard. calling someone didn’t seem like a safe option, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep your shaky voice at bay despite the blaring music.

halloween was not supposed to be like this. halloween was never supposed to actually be scary. halloween horrors were not supposed to actually come true.

how did you get here? what brought this upon the night? why were people who were involved with you dying left and right? was it a coincidence? were people still dying as you hid under the sink, encased in the darkness, relatively safe for now? why couldn’t people get out? could people get out?

should you get out?

like any normal person in a situation like this, your mind raced back and forth with possibilities, what if’s, and or’s, what should you do, do you save yourself or other people?

the latter was the easiest thought you had. albeit selfish, but it was always you. you came first.

people would keep dying and you would stay hidden.

until you couldn’t.

until the door to the bathroom creaked open, heavy thumps of boots sounding out, close to you. close to your safety.

turning the phone off, encasing yourself in the complete darkness, you stilled. other things like extra deodorants and razors, common bathroom necessities littered around your body, but you refused to be the dumb blonde in horror movies.

so you didn’t move, you held your breath.

“come on, y/n,” san’s voice rung out, tantalizing, dark— so different from the voice you hear everyday walking around campus.

deep down, you knew none of those guys’ deaths were coincidences.

you just didn’t want san to be the bad guy.

“you can’t keep hiding, times limited, baby.” his voice cooed out, banging his fist against the wall loudly, looking to freak you out and give yourself away.

you didn’t. keeping calm and breathing deep, you just had to play it cool. you just can’t be scared.

you could hear a frustrated groan following a tear of the shower curtains being roughly pulled back, a kick to the bathtub. he’s losing patience, you’re losing your mind at how close he seems to be getting.

but he was never that thorough, he was just a stupid frat boy— or so you thought until now. used to think that he wasn’t very capable of much besides throwing big frat parties and serving as a pretty face, he always used to be a little clueless in a lot of aspects.

but what if that’s a front and he checks every goddamn inch of this bathroom, proving how thorough and smart he actually can be?

footsteps walked around the bathroom some more before you finally heard them disappear. where? you don’t know, but surely far enough away.

turning on your phone once again, your fingers frantically texted anyone within reach— ‘call the cops’ ‘murderer’ ‘think i might die please hurry’, anything you could. anything to save yourself.

“gotcha.” a voice perked, yanking the doors open to the cupboard, making you scream. hands immediately shot out and grabbed your ankle that was bunched up under the sink, harshly yanking you out to where your head slammed against the tiled floor.

“oh, man. you can fool san, but not me.” wooyoung this time. shock taking over your body.

words can’t formulate the feeling. the dread. anguish. fear. betrayal.

they were working together.

they were working together?

“come on, baby. places to be, things to do.” san piqued from the doorframe, leaning on it in his all black attire that matched wooyoung’s, two ghost face masks in his hand, lifting them and jiggling them around as if he was taunting you with that dimpled smirk on his face.

“you… the people…” your voice trailed off, looking back at wooyoung.

“dead or they left. let’s go before the party gets busted.” wooyoung joked, grabbing you by the waist and slinging you over his shoulder.

you didn’t fight back. how could you against your best friend?

lifting your head up to look at the bathroom you were once safe in, eyes meeting your other best friends who still had his dimpled smile along his features.

“we’re gonna have so much fun, baby.” san said, the ghost face masks still dangling in his hand.

halloween was not supposed to end like this.

not proofread lol 😝🫵🏻

[fixfoxnox]

good FUCKING LOORRDDTT

that price fic was so absolutely amazing 😮‍💨🤌🏽 fuck man that shit was piping hot friend… PIPING

respectfully sir —more PLEEAAASSSE 👹🫴🏽

Back Home - Captain Price x Trans! Male Reader (NSFW)

Description: John Price's boyfriend returns home from a mission so he bends him over his desk as a welcome home present

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, Slight Overstimulation, pet names

Names Used: Sweet boy, love, brat. No use of Y/N

Word count: 5.5k

Note: We're just gonna call this series "John Price and his boyfriend" cause now there is lore and backstory on how reader and Price met so-

NSFW Under the Cut!

“We’re closing!” The younger woman behind the bar called out to him, her face pinched in annoyance as he continued into the bar, not paying her any mind. It was clear that she was still new, she didn’t know him yet. “Hey, I said we’re closing!”

He turned to her with wide eyes, surprise written across his face. He hadn’t realized fully that she was talking to him, he’d assumed that she was calling out to someone in the bar but, now that he looked around, he could see that wasn’t the case. He was the only other person in the area. He shifted suddenly, readjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder, the one with all of his things that would need to be washed and cleaned before he got called out again. His mask especially was going to need some TLC. “Oh,” he started slowly, “I’m sorry, I’m-”

She cut him off, “I can’t give you any drinks or food. The chefs left an hour ago and you missed last call. We’re closing.” She stared at him for a moment, he stared back. Finally, she tilted her head toward the door, annoyance clear on her face, “Please leave.” 

He shuffled nervously again. He hated when new hires came in because it was always like this. They never knew before he got there and, though they were just trying to do their jobs, it always ended up with him feeling more awkward than he would have liked. It was never his luck to meet them on a regular night, it always seemed to coincide with when he would return from a mission, or just arrive at the bar late. He opened his mouth to speak, nerves chewing at him, they never believed him when he told them. 

Luckily for him, some god seemed to be smiling down on him that day as the other bartender, the one who did know him, came out from the back. The man gave him a big smile, “Hey! You’re back, welcome back dude!”

The girl looked back and forth between them for a moment before asking, “You know him?”

“Yeah,” the man turned, pulling a glass down from one of the higher shelves. He started to mix together a drink, a little tradition that he’d started for any time that he returned from a mission. “I forgot you’ve not met him yet, this is the boss's boyfriend.” 

He approached the bar slowly, noting the way that the woman’s mouth dropped open slightly and her head tilted to face him. He took the offered drink from the other bartender with a small smile and a nod of his head. “I didn’t know John was dating someone,” the woman spoke quietly, “Sorry man, if I’d known-”

He waved her off quickly, “Don’t worry, it happens with pretty much everyone new at one point or another.” He smiled into his drink taking another sip before asking, “Is he in his office?” 

“Yeah, man,” the male bartender leaned against the counter, “We’re about to head out, if you’d let him know we’re finished up I’d be grateful.” 

He pushed himself away from the bar with a chuckle, “Have a good night.” He gave the two people a slight wave before trekking his way toward the back of the bar, his drink still in hand. He didn’t bother knocking on the door of Price’s office, instead, he just pushed it open, standing in the doorway with a small smile as he watched the other man. Price was focused on one of the papers on his desk, writing something out in a quick flurry. He was a sight for sore eyes to the other man. 

After weeks of being out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by his brothers, dad, and teammates, the sight of his boyfriend was a welcome thing for him. He didn’t move until Price spotted him. The other man had turned to try and grab something, only to catch sight of him and do a quick double take as he realized just who was standing in the doorway to the room. A grin split across Price’s face and he couldn’t help but give a smile back. 

He crossed the room in several quick strides, abandoning his drink on the bookshelf by the door and dropping his duffel along the way so that he could sling his arms around Price’s shoulders and dip down to press their lips together. He gave a sigh at the feeling of the other’s mouth molding against his. This was what he’d missed more than anything during the mission. This feeling, the other’s mouth against his, Price’s hand in his hair gripping tightly to tug him further down. 

Price dominated his mouth, even from his relaxed position in his office chair, even when he had to tug him down to press their lips together. Price’s tongue quickly found its way inside his mouth, just enough that he could open his mouth against his lips, giving him quick nips to his bottom lip and pulling a low whine from him. Price was being rough with his kisses, which he knew meant one thing and one thing only.

After a moment, Price pulled away. He slowly unwinded his hands from his boyfriend’s hair, allowing him to stand up fully. His hands moved down to rub up and down the backs of his thighs, just skating over the beginning curve of his ass before moving back down. He gave a playful hum before tugging the man closer, “How was the mission, love?”

One of his hands landed solidly on Price’s shoulder, the other moved up to lovingly stroke through his hair, “Tiring,” He spoke lowly, “boring. I’m glad to be home.”

Price’s hands continued exploring, moving up and over his ass with a quick squeeze that pulled a gasp from his lips. They dipped under his shirt then, feeling along the skin. “I’m glad you’re home too,” Price muttered to him lowly. He’d dropped his voice into that low purr, the one that had his heart beating faster and his legs shaking beneath him. He was really in for it, it seemed. Those hands moved around the front of his chest, stroking his skin carefully as they moved down further and further until Price could slip his fingers in at the waistband of his pants. 

“You,” He took a careful breath in as Price looked up at him, clear desire in the other man’s eyes, “You just want to get me into a bed,” he accused.

“No,” Price scoffed. His hands moved over and started to undo the button at the top of his pants, “Right here is just fine, we don’t need a bed.” With that, he surged up from his seat, knocking his lips against the other man’s in a fiery kiss. 

The kiss was a searing quick thing, knocking their teeth together with the force in which they connected. Price was quick to lick into his mouth, sucking at his tongue and giving tempting little nips to his bottom lip. He tugged on Price’s hair, a desperate whine leaving his lips as the other man pressed him back against the desk behind him, grinding their lower halves together temptingly. 

Price gave a slow roll of his hips, pulling a desperate gasp from his boyfriend. He could feel the other man’s cock pressing against him through their clothes. A flood of warmth worked its way through his veins at the feeling. His face flushed red and he could do nothing but accept Price’s hands skating across his hips and his cock rutting up against his thigh.

Their kisses grew sloppier, spit slicking their lips as they tried to press closer and closer to one another. Price raised a hand to grab tight to his hair, tugging his boyfriend's head back so that he could press into him harder, fully taking control of the kiss. He broke off after a moment, one last nip given to the other’s lip before he began trailing searing kisses down his throat. Price gave a hum as the man pressed against him gave low moans at the feeling, mumbling out his name, “Fuck, John.”

Price kicked his feet apart then, slotting a thigh between his legs as his mouth left bruises on his skin. Price yanked his hips down roughly, forcing his core to rut against the strong thigh between his legs. The seam of his pants caught on his clit with delicious friction, pulling a startled gasp from him at the move. Price dragged him down again, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he listened to him moan at the move. He was getting wetter, his boxers damp with his own slick as Price encouraged him to ride his thigh. 

With every drag across Price’s thigh, there was a searing friction to his clit. Delicious steady pleasure began to flow through him, drawn out by the man in front of him. On one particular roll of his hips, Price jolted his leg forward, making the feeling much more intense and overwhelming than what had been pressed against him previously. His hips stuttered at the feeling, and the low moan that was pulled from his lips was quickly swallowed as Price shoved their mouths back together, his hands dipping low to force their way under his shirt. 

“Let’s take this off,” Price growled against his lips. He had no choice but to listen, separating from the man in front of him just enough that he could sling his shirt off, tossing it to one of the corners of the small office area. Immediately Price’s mouth was on the exposed skin. 

He tilted his head back, “Please,” he whimpered as Price’s tongue and teeth began to drag over his collarbone, marking the skin of his chest carefully. Price paid him no mind, his hands joining his mouth’s exploration across the exposed skin while his thigh continued providing merciless pressure against his clothed cunt. 

His mouth traced down further and further, kissing along the scars on his chest before finally latching around one of his nipples, giving quick licks and nips to the little nub. His boyfriend reacted with a harsh gasp, his nails digging into Price’s shoulders as he tried to pull him closer. Steady little desperate gasps pulled from his throat as Price brought his other hand up to brush across his other nipple teasingly. It was like the pleasure of the feeling was preventing him from taking in a proper breath. 

Finally, after several moments, Price pulled back. He was quick to pull his own shirt off, tossing it away with his boyfriend’s before slamming their mouth’s back together. His boyfriend was quick to take advantage of the situation, feeling across Price’s chest with deliberate movements. He let his palms brush across the other man’s pecs, his nails just grazing over his nipples to pull a curse from the other man’s lips. “Fuck,” Price’s hands darted down, finding the button to his pants and quickly undoing them. 

He refused to separate his lips from Price’s, chasing after the other man and pulling him back any time he tried to move away. Open-mouthed kisses were exchanged between them, their movements sloppy as their minds focused on other things, like the way that Price was tugging at the top of his pants, yanking them down bit by bit. “God, fucking things,” Price cursed against their mouth, “fucking hate these, so hard to get off of you.”

His boyfriend gave a laugh against his lips, pulling back for a moment before teasing, “You’d probably prefer it if I didn’t wear pants at all.” He pressed closer to Price, making it even harder for the other man to get his pants and boxers down his thighs, “You just want me wet and ready for you all the time.”

Price gave a groan against his mouth, his eyes rolling back just slightly at the idea before his hands suddenly moved to grip the back of his boyfriend’s thighs. “Fuck it,” he growled out, annoyance clear in his voice. With that, he used his grip on his boyfriend’s thighs to tilt him back, roughly slamming his back onto the flat of his desk. From there he grabbed tight to the tops of his boyfriend’s jeans and yanked, pulling the man further down the desk with the movement. 

Price was rough with it as he pulled the other man’s shoes off, letting them fall to the ground with little care before finally, he was able to yank his boyfriend’s pants and boxers from his legs and toss them across the room where they wouldn’t cause him any more trouble. 

Price’s hands stroked carefully across his boyfriend’s naked thighs, his eyes raking across his skin hungrily. His boyfriend was flushed red from his face down to his chest that was rising and falling rapidly. Price was never one to deny himself a want, especially with the pliant man beneath him, so he didn’t resist the urge to dart down and begin trailing his tongue across the heated skin. 

He started at his neck, tracing over his previous marks with additional nips and soothing little licks from his tongue. From there he began moving down, following the flow of red with a grin on his lips as the man beneath him moaned out his name. He stopped to give a bit more attention to his nipples, his hands pinning the other’s hips to the desk as he tried to squirm against the pleasure. 

“John,” he moaned under him, his head tilted back as his hands grabbed at the other’s shoulders, trying to move him closer. His thighs felt slick from the other man’s attentions and Price hadn’t even fully touched him yet. The other man knew how to tease him just right, just enough to drive him up the wall. “Please,” he tried to rut his hips again, desperate for some sort of stimulation to his aching cunt, Price only tightened his grip, “Please, fuck, I need you.”

“Do you?” Price gave a low chuckle against his skin, his mouth finally moving away from his nipples to trace lower, slowly marking a path down toward where he wanted him most. “How do you want me, hmm?”

His boyfriend whined, throwing an arm over his eyes as Price went lower, his hands grabbing at his thighs to spread his legs. His lips moved to press kisses to his knees before beginning a slow trail down his thighs. He came close to his cunt, enough that he could feel Price’s breath on him, making his boyfriend clench down around nothing, but he didn’t connect, only pressed slow kisses to the other’s inner thighs. “Please,” he begged, “anything, anyway. However you want me, John, please!”

He could feel Price grin against his skin, “That’s what I like to hear, love.” With that, the man pulled back, his focus now completely on the sight of his boyfriend’s wet cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered. One of his hands moved down, just stroking over his boyfriend’s slit, collecting some of the wetness there to spread along his fingers. His boyfriend jerked up into the movement, an embarrassed noise leaving his throat as Price examined his fingers with a grin, “All this for me?” He gave a low chuckle, “Fucking perfect.”

With that he dived down, laving his tongue across his boyfriend’s cunt with one harsh move. Pleasure jerked through the other man’s system, his head banging back against the desk as his hand rushed down to grab tight to Price’s hair, trying to tug him closer. “John,” he called breathily, “Please, don’t tea-” A moan pulled from his throat as Price pressed fully against him, attacking his cunt with that clever tongue. 

Price’s beard rubbed deliciously against his thighs as the man gave several quick flicks of his tongue over the other’s clit, pulling sharp punched-out groans from the man beneath him. He wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend’s thighs, preventing his legs from closing around his head as he set himself to work licking and teasing his boyfriend’s clit. 

He moved his tongue in short tight little circles, occasionally stopping to wrap his lips around the other man and give a harsh suck that had his boyfriend’s back arching up from the desk. Price used his grip on his thighs to pull him closer, wet noises filling the air as he brought one of his hands over to tease at his boyfriend’s cunt. His arm pinned the leg he wasn’t holding down as his fingers stroked lightly over the other man’s entrance, pulling desperate whines from his mouth. 

He felt completely overwhelmed with the pleasure that Price was pulling from him. With every flick of his tongue, a new pang hit him. It pooled in his gut and fogged his mind, keeping him focused on the feel of the mouth against his cunt, the fingers teasing their way inside of him, and the hand gripping tight to his thigh. He was weak against the other man, unable to do anything but take the continuous abuse to his clit.

Price teased the tip of his finger in and out of his cunt, a pleased hum leaving his lips as the man below him began to beg, desperate for something more than what he was being given. “Please, John! Fuck me, you feel so good, you’re so fucking good at this,” his words devolved into a groan as Price gave another harsh suck to his clit. 

Finally, one of Price’s fingers pressed inside of him, moving in slowly until he was pressed down to the knuckle. He kept his finger there for a moment, just letting it sit inside of his squirming boyfriend as he continued giving steady sucks against his clit. It was clear that he was enjoying the increasingly desperate sounds coming from the man below him. Luckily, he wasn’t in the mood to wait long, his own aching cock begging for him to finally take the other man.

Price curled his finger inside of him, delighting in the high-pitched moan that escaped his boyfriend as he pressed deliciously against his walls. He began to slowly fuck his finger in and out of the other man, moaning at the feeling of the other’s wetness forming a sweet slide for him. “Fuck, so desperate for me, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” His boyfriend answered with a weak groan, “Yes, for you, John. God, please.”

Price chucked against him, his tongue dipping down to join his finger, sliding in beside the slowly moving digit so that he could lap at the slickness that formed there. He slowly began working another finger inside the other man, giving a content little sigh as he finally pushed two fingers inside.

The sensation of both Price’s finger and tongue inside of him was enough to have him bucking his hips again, trying to ride the other man’s fingers and tongue. The movement caused Price’s nose to rub against his clit, the sensation of that and the man inside of him was almost too much and he could feel his legs beginning to shake as he repeated the movement. “That’s it, baby,” Price moaned against his cunt, his fingers beginning to move quicker and twisting cruelly. 

Pleasure flowed through his body, filling his veins with warmth and slowly building higher and higher in him as Price continued his movements. His legs shook in the man’s hold and his hands in the other’s hair tightened, using his grip to pull the man closer and closer to him. Price was so good at this, his fingers making a scissoring motion inside of him, stretching him open as his tongue lapped at him with a steady pace. 

The man’s nose brushed against his clit again and he knew it wasn’t going to take much more for him to finish. “Fuck, fuck,” his voice came out in weak pants, “John, please, so close baby.” Price hummed against him, his fingers continuing their movement as he traced his mouth up to begin flicking over his clit again harshly. 

The move was quick to drive him over the edge, his hands tightening in Price’s hair as his mind seemed to fizzle out, pleasure flooding his system and attacking him in quick bursts as Price continued to flick over his clit. He could do nothing but ride the wave of pleasure that overtook him, babbling out Price’s name as he did. 

The smooth flick of pleasure quickly became too much for him, overwhelming as Price continued attacking his cunt and pushed him toward overstimulation. “John, wait, wait, wait,” he gave a choked-out moan as Price sucked on his clit again. The man didn’t seem to have any intentions of stopping, which meant that if he didn’t want to spend the rest of the night pinned to the man’s desk until he was begging him to stop, he was going to need to make a very good case for himself. “Please,” he begged, squirming in Price’s grip, “Please, John, need your cock so bad. Fuck, want you to,” he cut himself off with a moan as Price’s grip increased, “Please, need you to fuck me.” 

“Yeah?” Price gave a harsh slap to his thigh, still attacking his clit with his tongue. He was terribly hard in his pants, his own cock pressing uncomfortably against the fabric and aching with interest at his boyfriend’s words. “Want me to fill you up, sweet boy? Fuck another one out of you?”

“God, yes,” his boyfriend moaned at the thought, his body still shaking even as Price finally pulled away from him, slowly removing his fingers from his cunt and giving one last good suck to his clit before standing up fully. He watched Price with desperate eyes, his breathing heavy from the pleasure that struck him only moment’s ago. 

Price stepped away from him, quickly undoing his pants and shoving them down just enough that he could pull his cock out. He gave himself several slow strokes, tilting his head back with a pleasured sigh as he finally soothed the near-painful arousal that had been drawn from him. His boyfriend was quick to sit up from the desk and bat his hand away, replacing it with his own.

He moved slowly, twisting his wrist and giving several slow tight strokes over the other man. He bit his lip at the sight, admiring the desperate pants that began escaping Price’s mouth as he let his thumb run over the tip of the other man’s cock. He slowly moved off of the desk, fully prepared to drop to his knees in front of the other man and let him fuck his throat. 

Price didn’t let him though and, instead, he roughly grabbed his arm and turned him around, slamming him down so that his face was pressed roughly to the wood of the desk. He felt heat rush through him at how rough the other was. “John,” he gave a whine, “Please.” 

“You can suck me off later,” Price leaned down so that his chest was pressed tightly to his back and his mouth was just beside his ear, “For now, I want to fuck that tight cunt of yours. You want that, love?”

He nodded his head rapidly, wiggling his hips back to try and get closer to the man. Price gave a groan as his cock pressed tight to the curve of the other man’s ass. “Brat,” Price chided quickly. He clearly wasn’t actually mad at him as soon he was standing back to his full height, one of his hands pressed to the small of his boyfriend’s back as his other guided his cock to his cunt. 

He took his time, rutting the length of his cock against the other’s slit for several moments, the tip of his dick occasionally brushing along his boyfriend’s clit to pull a shaky gasp from his lips. After several moments he guided himself to just slip inside of his boyfriend, only allowing a small part of his cock to enter the other man. He sat there for several moments, enjoying the way that the other man squirmed and whined against him. 

Finally, after several moments, he slowly began sinking into his boyfriend’s cunt, his head falling forward with a gasp as the tight wet heat enveloped his aching cock. In no time, he bottomed out, his front pressed firmly against his partner’s ass as they moaned out for him, the flush of their face trailing down their back as well. Price traced the sight with his fingers, a pleased moan leaving his lips as he felt the other man flutter around him. 

“Move, please please please, John,” he moaned out for him, the feeling of the other man filling him up was so good, the stretch a delicious thing, but he needed more. He wanted to feel the other man fucking into him exactly like he knew he wanted to. 

Price grabbed tight to his hips, “Beg some more, love.” He gave a shallow thrust of his hips, his hands tightening at the feeling. He didn’t move again though, he had too much control for that, too much control to not get what he wanted from this situation. 

“John,” his boyfriend babbled out, his face twisted up with need, “Please fuck me!” He gave another moan as he buried his face into his hands, embarrassment running through him as he continued, “Please I need it, need to be fucked. I need you to fill me up, oh god, want to feel you cum inside me!”

Price gave something similar to a snarl at those words and, before his boyfriend could prepare himself, he was setting a rough pace, pulling back to fuck into him with harsh quick thrusts. Price tugged his hips back to meet his thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper with every move. His boyfriend could do nothing but grab tight to the desk and take what the other man was giving to him, his face pressed into the cool wood as the sound of skin slapping skin rang out around the room. 

Price moved to drape himself across his boyfriend’s back then, removing his hands from the man’s hips in favor of wrapping one around his throat. He used his grip on the other’s throat to pull his face up from the desk, turning him just enough that he could press their mouths together in a filthy kiss. His other hand connected with one of his boyfriend’s landing on top of his hand to lace their fingers together in a move that was startlingly soft in comparison to his harsh movements. 

The sounds of their moans mixed together, swallowed by the other’s lips as they enjoyed one another, wringing pleasure from the other’s body with every move. The desk rattled dangerously under the strength of Price’s thrusts, items falling to the floor with every move. Neither of them paid it any mind, too focused on the other. 

“John,” he muttered against Price’s lips, he pulled away from the other man with a gasp as Price hit that spot inside of him that had him seeing stars. He could do nothing but say the other’s name as Price readjusted and moved to hit that spot with every thrust of his hips, forcing him to clench tight around him as pleasure began building inside of him, threatening to topple over ever so quickly. Price had done a number on him earlier and it was clear that he was still feeling the aftershocks of that. 

“That’s it, love,” Price practically purred in his ear. His own voice was clearly strained, sweat slicking between their bodies from the effort, “That’s it, fuck, you take me so well.” He tilted his head back with a groan, his pace growing more frantic. It was clear that he was building to that edge, every slide of his cock inside of his boyfriend pulling a desperate gasp from him. 

“Please,” His boyfriend cried out. He was so close, he was right there on the edge, right there on the edge of too much and yet not enough. Price could tell, he knew from the way his legs were shaking and his cunt was fluttering around him deliciously. His hand around the other’s neck moved away, trailing down his body until he could press two of his fingers against his clit, rubbing tight circles against him. 

He came with a cry of the other’s name, his face falling forward against the desk as he jerked uselessly against the other man who was still pounding into him at a quick pace. He was overwhelmed in the best way possible, his mind blank and his vision whiting out around the edges as he was worked deliciously through the pleasure.

Price continued to fuck into him, his own thrusts growing more and more sloppy as the feelings of pleasure curled into his gut, warming his skin. He buried his face into his boyfriend's shoulder, mouthing at the skin there as his moans grew more and more desperate, more and more wild. With the feeling of his boyfriend still fluttering and clenching around him as overstimulation began to drive at him, it wasn’t long until Price was giving several stuttered thrusts before burying himself deep inside of the other man, spilling into his waiting cunt. 

They stayed like that for several moments, pressed against each other on the desk, cum dripping from between them to begin slipping down their thighs. Price gave several slow kisses along his boyfriend’s shoulder, one of his hands softly running up and down his thigh as the other stayed laced together with his own. “I missed you,” Price muttered into his skin, his voice soft. “I love you,” he pressed a kiss to his neck, “So much, love.” 

He hummed against the other man, his lack of sleep from the mission and their past activities making his eyes feel heavy, “Love you, missed you.” He paused for a few moments before muttering, “Fucking tired though.” 

Price gave a rumbling laugh from behind him, “I can imagine.” He pressed another quick kiss to his shoulder before slowly beginning to draw back, both of them wincing at the too-much pleasure that panged through them at the move. After a moment Price was able to pull away fully. His boyfriend stayed leaning against the desk, listening to the sounds of the other moving around behind him, likely gathering their clothes. 

Another few moments passed and he felt his eyes drooping, a haze slowly clouding his mind. That disappeared with a sudden press of something cold between his legs. He gave a hiss at the feeling, jerking away as the cold wet wipe cleaned up between his legs. “Sorry, love,” Price muttered to him. He finished in only a few moments before tossing the wipe into the small trashcan beside his desk. 

He gently grabbed at his boyfriend hauling him up from the desk and holding him against his chest for a moment. “Get dressed for me?” He kept his voice soft and punctuated his words with a kiss to the man’s cheek. “I’ll take you home, you can nap in the car.” 

“Hmm, a nap sounds wonderful,” he turned his head with a lazy grin, capturing Price’s lips in a short sweet kiss before carefully pushing away from the other man. His legs were a bit shaky and he stumbled forward. Price was quick to grab his arm, steadying him with a concerned glance. He waved him off, “I’m fine, you just fucked me a little too good.”

Price shook his head, a small smile on his face, “You’re ridiculous.” He turned to his chair, gathering up the clothes that he’d already gathered and handing them over to the man. “Get dressed, love.”

He did as he was told, slowly putting his clothes back on as Price moved around the room, picking up the things that had fallen from his desk and fully closing up the bar for the night. By the time he’d fully finished, his boyfriend was already long dressed. He’d collapsed into the man’s office chair and was dozing off when Price finally knelt in front of him, a small smile on his face as he shook his knee to wake him fully. “Time to leave?”

“Time to leave,” Price confirmed. His boyfriend gave a small playful cheer before pushing himself up from his chair. He made a point to grab his duffel as they headed to the door, though it was quickly snatched away from him by Price and slung over his shoulder instead. When he raised an eyebrow at the man, all he got in return was Price holding out his empty hand for him to take. He didn’t try to question the man any further.

He latched on to Price’s arm, leaning against the man with a satisfied smile on his face as they made their way through the empty bar and out into the cool air of the night. He felt warm and tired and, above all, an overwhelming sense of comfort. He was finally back with Price. Finally back home.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

A storm is brewing and since I'm stuck indoors, I thought I could have some fun. Big emphasis on fun, for my sake and everyone else's. Please. So, without prolonging this too much, I'm down for some theories and speculations today and when I do it, either call me Columbo or a clown, but what's important is that I do it in style.

I've observed that these days, some idols have been a bit careless with their watches. Are they using them simply as expensive accesories? Do they need to know the time or they have their managers to do that for them? Oh, to live an idol lifestyle....nothing but idleness, right?

Or is it? The suspects today are Park Jimin, Choi Minho and Lee Taemin. My assistant to this case @peppertaemint and her reliable sources brought to my attention something we've briefly talked about a few weeks ago. Actually, we made some jokes. The situation was as follows.

Was the Rolex broken and the guy didn't know? It seems a bit silly given that the watch is not cheap at all. And usually, with an item like that, you do cherish and take care of it. It's a status symbol (I'll expand on that below). Also, Minho is known for posting on Bubble at specific times. His birthday or SHINee anniversary. It's not part of the fandom's collective imagination. They don't need to invent their own math in order to come up with the number they want. It's pretty straightforward.

Now, what does 11:55 mean? Nothing for now, but it's close to 12:09 which is Minho time (thank you pptm again). Anyway, the jury is still out on this one. It might just be that Minho needs to fix his watch.

But well, well, well, what do we have here? Taemin himself showing the same negligence as his boyfriend Hyung.

In Taemin's case, I wouldn't be surprised he just didn't care that his time was wrong, but then what is going on? Do 2Min need to buy new watches? Did the Rolexes skip quality control and somehow these 2 idols are victims, scammed of thousands of dollars? Is it a trend? A secret code between them? I'll say that all of the above should be taken into consideration.

Finally, the third victim (?) of faulty watches, Park Jimin-ssi. In his case, we're dealing with a Patek Philippe. It's the type of watch that a media mogul like Logan Roy would appreciate, or at least that's what Tom Wambsgans thought.

Logan did not care at all about the watch and it ended up as the equivalent of hush money for a kid that they all made fun of when they offered him a million bucks if he scores at a game. Oh, I miss Succession so much.....

Back to Patek Philippe. As Tom said in his rehearsed funny line, everytime you look at it, it tells you how rich you are, aka a status symbol. Or in Jimin's case, it tells you Jungkook's birth hour?

Like Minho, we also know that Jimin has his Jimin hour, he knows his way around the date calculator and so on. And given all the investigative work already done by other people (like the thread I linked), would it be so outrageous, so hard to believe that it was intentional? I don't think so. It's a sweet gesture and it shows Jimin's attention to details. He did talk about Jungkook's birthday and was among the reasons why he was livestreaming.

Pre-recorded or not (or whatever excuses/conspiracies weirdos like to engage with) Jimin wore the watch in his home and it somehow it was Jungkook's birth hour. Could it all be just a massive coincidence? Maybe. Could the Patek Philippe be faulty? Maybe, but damn, these idols should stop buying expensive watches then.

Is it such a harmful and delusional theory that needs to be buried because some fans are either pussies or plain stupid? No. This fandom loves numbers so much when it involves 20 other pairings within BTS. I think it's fine to talk about an additional one. I'm not the biggest fan/follower of the number theories, especially when it comes to I-jikookers (they work those numbers like they're trying to fix the books), but it doesn't mean that everything is absurd or completely ridiculous.

I'm not ready to close the case, my work as a detective is not done yet. I'll put it on hold, who knows what other evidence I might find myself in posession of in the future?

[edsearring]

just finished rewatching go2, and while of course there is a lot to be said for heavenly brainwashing and a general lack of proper communication, and while that is of course a huge part of it, i've barely seen anyone talking about just how little aziraphale actually wanted to go to heaven. almost all the way through the whole last bit.

when aziraphale is first approached by the metatron, he says that he's made his position perfectly clear. he knows where he stands, and so does everyone else. he stands with crowley, they're on their own side. but he decides to hear the metatron out, because what could he possibly say that would change his mind?

(i also think it's worth mentioning that the metatron opened with coffee. i don't personally believe in the coffee theory, but he may have started with that to show aziraphale that he's on 'his side.' he's not like the other angels, he's consumed things. he's gone against what angels expect.)

and at first, when the metatron gives his offer, aziraphale turns it down completely. he said it clearly, he doesn't want to go back to heaven. even as the metatron continues to detail all of these reasons why aziraphale should lead, aziraphale still looks pretty uncomfortable.

but the metatron can clearly see this isn't working, so he uses what he knows will always get aziraphale. crowley. he offers to restore him.

so aziraphale starts thinking. what if he accepts the offer? as so many other people have pointed out, there is no way aziraphale could have even come close to completely breaking out of the way he'd been taught to think for millions of years. so he thinks, well, heaven are the good ones. it would certainly be better if they were on the right side of things, wouldn't it? and crowley is a good person, he's seen it.

not to mention that crowley seemed so much happier when he was an angel. and to aziraphale, of course, it's because heaven are the good ones. crowley was so angry because he got lumped in with the bad ones. he just doesn't understand that maybe crowley was so angry because of the whole idea of a 'great plan', of the 'good ones' and 'bad ones' in the first place.

and finally, his decision was about safety. of course aziraphale wants to be with crowley. but they've been hiding from heaven and hell this whole time. if the metatron was being completely honest (which he obviously wasn't, that was a suspicious offer, but in aziraphale's situation he couldn't tell), they wouldn't have to hide, they could be together.

and so of course he rushes home to tell crowley, and of course crowley refuses, and has his big confession.

which, to be perfectly honest, i don't think was a horrible coincidence, or incredibly tragic timing. setting aside the fact that it just happened after the whole 'gabriel and beelzebub' incident, the metatron planned that.

he knew that crowley would refuse, because he never would accept an offer like that. and maybe he gathered that crowley would confess from the gabriel/beelzebub scene, maybe he overheard nina and maggie talking, it could have been anything.

the point is, it was the metatron's plan all along to have crowley refuse, confess, and storm out, leaving aziraphale heartbroken. that way he could come into the bookshop, hear it from aziraphale that crowley left.

because when crowley confessed, he did something that neither of them were used to. he said (at least a lot of) what he was actually feeling. and aziraphale has had millions of years of practice of denying exactly that, the instinct kicks in. he says "i forgive you". they both leave, heartbroken.

and at this point, when crowley is gone, and the metatron comes back in, what else is aziraphale going to do? he denies it. he does the very thing he refused in the first place, he goes to heaven, leaving everything behind, without crowley.

and only a few seconds afterwards, we can see that aziraphale regrets it. he starts trying to come up with excuses. he can't leave the bookshop—no, don't worry, muriel has that taken care of. do you need to take anything with you?—there isn't anything he can think of to get him out of this. he's run out of excuses.

and so it's too late. aziraphale is about to get into the elevator to heaven. but before he does that, he asks what the great plan that he'll be helping with is.

and the metatron says the second coming.

aziraphale knows he's been tricked, after this. if the second coming truly is the great plan, straight from the metatron, he can't 'fix heaven.' he can't improve anything if god's will is the second coming.

but what can he do? he gets in the elevator.

through the credits, we can see his shock, anger, and heartbreak so incredibly clearly. of course, until the smirk at the end.

that was the very moment when aziraphale made a plan to tear it all apart.

[louisisalarrie]

Hi! I’m with your last anon- these past couple of days have been wild. And the coverage this is getting just keeps growing and growing. Different from previous ‘denials’ right? What’s going on. I feel like our space has been invaded (ha ha), and I’m not loving it. The theories on twitter are getting stranger and stranger which doesn’t help. I guess we just wait and see if he sells loads more tickets. Not loving the how though, feels intrusive, even after the initial shock has worn off.

the media coverage is… pretty wild. like… idk, it’s not as gross as it has been before after previous denials (some press posted some pretty gross manips and talked about fanfic in graphic detail) but it seems more… general? like… discussing why we think that as opposed to being insane? Idk, some of them are still pretty nasty, but it’s… interesting. This coverage just feels differently to me, idk.

But yeah, agreed. The Twitter theories are actually… wild. Like… it’s not 2 + 2 = 4 like Larry has always been and is meant to be, it’s like “hey this weird little design on Louis’ shorts leads back to the history of 1758 which a person named Larry had a distant cousin three times removed named Louis and his great great granddaughter had seven children, one of which was a lesbian who had a secret lover and they weren’t allowed to marry each other or be together but then they secretly adopted a son and named him harry and this is proof” like… what?

I mean, maybe not that outlandish, but along the lines of wildly reaching to a point that Louis and harry just wouldn’t think of. H has said before that he does put little clues in his promo, and sometimes people investigate so deeply they find coincidences which he didn’t mean to be there. And we know Larry do make hints for us and clues and keep us interested and all that, but… some of these theories that they SEE on twitter are genuinely just… out of this world and in know way match up, therefore dispelling prior evidence and making us look crazy. It’s annoying. I see a new one every day that makes me have to close the app.

I’m all for bluegreening (because they genuinely know what that means), and performing covers of songs they know we will draw back to Larry, and talking about each other in interviews, and a lot of other things… but like, the theories used to be so straight forward and proof. Half the shit on there isn’t proof.

Anyway, the press also go to twitter for Larry stuff. They mentioned chickengate in a bunch of interviews to this denial, which they wouldn’t know what that meant if they didn’t research. Tumblr just isn’t as big as it once was and is often ignored when it comes to this stuff. Idk, it’s just all a bit… too much.

We’ll see about those ticket sales, yeah. I mean, they have everyone talking about Larry again sooooo if it irritates you louis, don’t fucking talk about it and leave it alone hahahaha. It ain’t 2015, you’ve not been seen with him publicly in years. If they were seeding a friendship then sure, I’d expect this denial. But it’s a cold denial out of nowhere in an attempt to get louis more press and make him and his team sell more tickets and make more money.

[lake-archive]

Track 3

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Secret Archive

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Saburo Yamada, Gentaro Yumeno

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Sneaking, sneaking and even more sneaking… That was what Ann had been doing the past few minutes. They were interested, very in fact. And yet it would not be that easy nor simple, they were more than aware of that fact. They had to keep quiet and make sure that even their steps would not make as much as a mere peep. And yet, they may have been very close to being discovered, noticing the one they were following stop and turn a little bit. It made them jump behind whatever there was, in hope they would be unnoticed. And maybe by some streak of luck they were able to keep this up. So step after step, just following the ones in question, almost unbothered. 

The one they kept a close eye on of course was Yumeno himself, especially when being the only one in sight. They did not have much of a choice here. There was not much of a progress however, only spotting him wandering around and being at the occasional stand still… Right, it should not be unexpected necessarily. And yet, each time they were just startled and kept at the downlow, hiding each time. Guh… They were feeling pretty stupid here. But they had to… They just had to. Or so they loved to tell themself, to say the least.

Things would take a turn when seeing an unfamiliar face being approached by Yumeno… Or rather, somewhat unfamiliar. Ann had heard of the boy in passing and from the first division battle… After all, it had been a rather big deal across Japan. He was part of… Erm… What was it again? Hold on they had it… His name was… Was… Yamada Sabusomething… Something across those lines. All they recalled was that very young teenager being part of Buster Bors, having represented the Ikebukuro division in that grand final. Everyone saw it and even they did. Shortly before— Ah, nevermind.

Point is they kind of knew who this was and the two being acquaintanced with another may as well not have been anything out of the ordinary. Even if Fling Posse and Buster Bros did not make it to the finals they probably had at least seen each other backstage or something. It was nothing too far fetched to assume. 

They seemed to have conversed for a moment, the younger boy eventually seeming to agree to something, though hesitant all the same. A team up? That’s what this looked like at the very least from afar. Could it be— No way, two people having business when it comes to this ‘Secret Archive’, that can’t be right. That’s like some old story clicheé, like minded people encountering another to form a team for a short period of time. Not on purpose mind you but simply by chance. Yeah, a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Something like this would not fly actually and yet—

“Dare I even say that six eyes see more than four?” The voice of Yumeno would get them out of their thoughts, them startled as they leaned themself tighter against the wall. What is he heading at now!? Did he— No way, right? No chance! None at all! Right!? Oh they wished for it at this moment… 

“Hm? What do you mean?” The middle schooler had asked, confused and understandably so. 

“Oh, I am in no position to explain. But perhaps our guest might want to explain themelf?” 

As this sentence fell the author turned around ever so slightly, his gaze suddenly right into the direction they were standing. It made them grow stiff all of a sudden, feeling more than called out. 

Hold on, maybe it was a guess! Yeah, just a guess! Nothing else! No way he knew! He would have probably given a sign that he had noticed them earlier! There was no way! No way at all that they had been busted all of a–

“Now, why so shy? Won’t thou introduce theeself to us?” Before knowing it his voice was right in one of their ears, making them shiver on the spot, somewhat shudder even as it was echoing for a few seconds. They dared not to look and yet they were left with no choice but to look. So they did, slowly but surely, then spotting the author right next to themself all of a sudden which made them flinch on the spot, unable to say a word. And yet, all they saw was him smiling right at them, as if nothing was going on. Talk about busted… 

At that point the decision had already been made and they were forced to come out of their hiding spot, right into view. It was certainly surprising for the middle scholar, not having expected this at all. Someone was really there and had been forced to come forward, Yumeno had not been messing around nor told a lie.

The process was quick and the question short, the teenager having asked rather sharply. “Who are you!? What are you doing here!?” 

Which forced Ann to not just introduce themself but also explain themself, reveal that they had overheard something when having been about to pass by and head for one of their classes, about this ‘Secret Archive’. This was their first time hearing about it and they had gotten curious, or so they had excused it as. They did not need to tell them the details.

“Huh? You too? You gotta be kidding me…” The youngest of the trio sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“It looks like we art not alone in our endeavors.” Yumeno commented, though he seemed to have been more amused than disappointed or suspicious. “Why not lend us a hand young Miss?”

“W… Well, I— Hold on, ‘young Miss’?” They interrupted, taking a sharp turn with their head. “Don’t call me that. I ain’t a woman.”

“Huh? Thou art not?”

“Not a woma—” The teen repeated first confused before it had hit him all of a sudden, his eyes going wide. “Oh… Oooh! Got’cha!”

“Someone is accepting this very easily.”

“Well duh! Pretty common online!”

“Well… Kinda.” Ann couldn’t help but say. “Just don’t call me by anythin’ female and we’re fine.”

“Sure, why not.”

“If that is what thee requests I have no objections.” Huh? Even the author agreed. Then again… He ain’t some old geezer. “But thou has not introduced themself yet.”

“Ah– R… Right. Just call me Ann. I’m a student here.”

“A student? That might be helpful, we have an expert on this campus.”

For a moment the young boy’s eyes flinched, even if it had been only a short moment, before he regained his composure. It was as if he had been personally attacked at this moment after all. “R… Right… An expert… Anyway, I’m Yamada Saburo.”

Saburo! Yeah, that was his name! Now they remember! “Ah– Yeah but no need, I already know—”

“Consider it a formality Ann–San.” Yumeno would interrupt them, before they could even finish. “With that said, my name is Yumeno Gentaro. Pleased to meet you.”

“There’s literally—” But what’s done is done, so they shrugged it off just as quickly. “Nevermind, fair enough. We’ve got something to search for I suppose.”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“In a rush as well?” Yumeno threw in, making Ann only nod eagerly. 

“Yeah ‘course. Can’t afford to miss the reading later!”

“The reading?”

“An important reading I’ve signed up for as early as possible to get a spot in! Yeesh, it’s of course a big deal among literary students if the Yumeno–Sensei comes to hold a reading!”

“Oh, you mean that reading. A fan?”

“N… Not exactly. Actually—”

“Alright let’s go! You can talk about this later!” Saboru interrupted rather quickly, even getting right between the two at the last second. “We don’t have all day, everyone! Let’s just get going because who knows when we find it!”

“Of course, apologies.”

“Right, sorry!”

“Urgh… And make sure to get a room later…”

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[veryace-ficrecs]

Trent/Ted Lasso fic recs part 2

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

part 1 here

some small comfort by trentcrimminallybeautiful (biDEMONium) - Rated T

Trent finds Ted having a panic attack in the coaches' office. 

Curious & Judgmental by r_n_g_are_dead - Rated T

When he was ten and three-quarters-years-old, Ted Lasso’s parents left him at the Allen-Bradley Clock Tower for 3 hours and 42 minutes. Well, more like the park across the street. While there, he met a young British boy. Ted gave him a football trading card. The British boy gave him a pen.

Time was infinite. Time with people in your life was not. But sometimes you got more time with them than you ever expected.

what do dogs dream about? by trans_chickens - Rated T

She nestles into her pillows and is just about to close her eyes when she suddenly seems to remember something else. She sits up straight again, blinking at Trent. “He was silly I think, when he said a thing about you.”  Trent, who was this close to feeling triumph over a toddler brought to sleep with no incidents or hiccups, suddenly feels like he’s losing a battle. “What… did he say about me, love?” he asks, mouth dry. Maybe he doesn’t want the answer. He wasn’t even gone that long for the ice cream, how could Ted and Olive have fit in a whole conversation about dog dreams and also talk about Trent behind his back? It’s not fair. It doesn’t make sense. He’d think Olive was making it up if it wasn’t for her sincere expression. That and the fact that Trent suspects his daughter hasn’t figured out the concept of lying yet. He dreads the day she’ll get there, and hopes he still has tons of time until then. He almost wants to believe that time is now when he hears the next words out of Olive’s mouth. “He said you’re pretty.”

recipe for happiness (in khabarovsk or anyplace) by prewars - Not Rated

Series: 7 Works

Ted does what he does best: talk. Trent listens.

I Told You I Would Stay by hippiecommune - Rated G

Coach Ted Lasso from America, the man whose incurable optimism and seemingly infinite supply of well-wishes had somehow wrangled a good opinion out of quite literally everyone he’d ever met, was giving up. He was going home. Trent was here to ask questions about relegation and Ted was here to announce formally that he was resigning. Trent knew this because Ted had left a message three hours ago giving him a heads-up.

the funny thing about coincidences by mmummydust - Rated T

MrBlueSky: What are you working on tonight? Or thinking about on your walk? starman72: Coincidences, coincidentally. MrBlueSky: :) What about them? starman72: Nothing in particular. Just thinking. I’ve had a lot of them occur lately. Just a bit funny how things work out sometimes. --- Ted Lasso has been talking to someone on Bantr. Trent Crimm has also been talking to someone on Bantr. Turns out, they're both using it as a fairly poor distraction for their feelings. This doesn't turn out to be as big of an issue as it seems. Or - Ted and Trent are both incredibly, helplessly oblivious.

the courage to put on the cape by clementines_and_colourful_things - Not Rated

Trent Crimm, The Daily Planet. — A Ted Lasso Superman AU inspired by a Tumblr post by matttheratking. Thank you for violently (and metaphorically) shaking me by the shoulders.

things we are too young to know by andaskwhynot - Rated M

The other man stops talking, looks straight at him. And Trent was wrong, the look he had fixed on him earlier was not a smile, not really. Because now he is smiling at him, and it is nothing short of a beam, bright and open, and there are dimples, and even though the other man has a face that is more narrow than not, all Trent can think of as he looks at him is ‘corn fed’. Trent does a year abroad in the states, gets assigned a football player as a roommate and has his life turned upside down. It's all horribly cliched, until it isn't.

Words are very unnecessary (but they brought me to you) by blueberrywizard - Rated T

“At 4:44 in the morning the smell of coffee, like every other day, woke Trent up. At 4:45 kitchen radio started to play quietly in the background and Trent could, just like yesterday, recognise the sounds of Enjoy The Silence, which he thought was a little bit of a strange coincidence, but well. Stranger things had happened. At 4:50 he was at the kitchen table, thinking about his life choices. About journalism and football and life that kept having turns that he couldn’t predict.” Or: Trent Crimm, The Independent finds himself stuck in the time loop. There’s a lot of British 80's music and questionable life choices included.

Trent Crimm Cannot Be Objective About This by thegables - Rated E

“I’m bigger, you know, so I won’t get as cold, and you’re… not as big, so the cold would bother you more, it stands to reason, so you should just let me go on the outside by the window.” Trent said, “You have the gallantry of a big-jawed American film hero.” His tone when saying it was such that Ted said, “Sorry.”

in my head (I found you there) by lilysaid - Rated E

Trent loses the last three years to amnesia and can't figure out where overly-familiar American football coach Ted Lasso fits into his life.

friday (never hesitate) by oriscribes - Rated G

Trent froze with a small wince. Oops. This was too much. This wasn’t what he meant to do. But it was Ted and he was fucking leaving. But right now Ted was looking at Trent with a gentle smile and a gentler look in his eyes and well shit. Trent needed to leave before he did something stupid like kiss the the gaffer like he got the boy at the end of this fucking fairytale of a season. OR: an alternative take of when Ted is reading over Trent's book.

that funny feeling by bearfeathers - Rated T

Ted needs to talk to Trent about the security footage he found. Except that's hard to do standing in West Ham's facilities with people bustling all around them. So he does the only reasonable thing he can think of: he invites him to dinner.

Total Writing by sbkmm - Rated T

'He’s bouncing off the walls. He definitely made at least two weird noises and waved his arms around like a Muppet.' What happens to Trent after That Scene in s3e07. Can he recover his cool exterior? (spoiler: he can not.)

Take My Whole Life Too by ItsClydeBitches - Rated G

Ted Lasso was the kind of man who taught NSYNC choreography for a going away party and bent his players into impossible positions just to say “Hi, Boss!” in the morning. He’d organized fearsome bets over darts, baked heavenly biscuits on the regular, and had requested at least two boxes from Nate Shelley’s niece, one of which still sat on a shelf in his office, despite the betrayal. Ted was also a passionate believer in what he referred to as “rom-communism,” all the trappings included. In retrospect, Trent should have known he’d go all out for Valentine’s Day.

red-handed love by clementines_and_colourful_things - Not Rated

The ever-bubbling reservoirs of hyperactive energy stored deep in Ted Lasso’s sun-touched soul never ran dry. — Or, Ted Lasso is not the most spatially aware, which leads to a head injury, a hospital visit, and a very stressed Trent.

When Life Gives You Lemons by Springandastorm - Rated T

Trent snorts, which is a sound that Ted has trouble believing he's able to make. "You didn't want to touch the knob?" He repeats. "Nah, it's got all kindsa nasty germs on it, and I know that you bake 'em out anyway, but this one time in college I got food poisoning from a bad donut and spent about two days straight on the—wait." Trent waits patiently for Ted to finish realizing, arms folded. Ted feels his face break open wide. "Trent Crimm, are you making a dick joke?" "...I'm attempting to." Ted thinks that if there were a little meter for how much he likes Trent, that might've just broken it.

lonely, lonely boys (this one's for you) by clementines_and_colourful_things - Not Rated

Nothing about Kansas feels right. And that’s only partly due to the massive fucking tornado.

Or, Trent ventures to Kansas to attempt to drag Ted back to Richmond, but nasty weather throws a wrench in his plans.

Biscuits for Blushes by JessJesstheBest - Rated G

“Clara’s class is having a holiday party and it just so happens that she has listed your biscuits as her ‘Favorotti’ of all time. She absolutely refuses to bring her classmates anything else to the party.” Or Trent's daughter has requested Ted bake cookies for her whole class and obviously he's on board.

Can’t Cry in Public and Can’t Drink Alone by WordsInTheNight - Rated G

When the wifi goes out at Ted's, Ted and Beard turn to watching the Shocker game at Mae's. Trent happens upon them and is invited into the wonderland that is watching football--with football coaches. Ted jumps on chairs. Beard is as protective as a mama bear, but buys Trent a pint. Just some smoopy afternoon getting to know each other and sharing each other's space. Pre-relationship, but the air is thick with promise. Set slightly after season 2, so two-ish years since the Shockers won the Division II NCAA championship. Trent Crimm is working on a book about Richmond. They haven’t hooked up, but intention is in the air.

exercising restraint by trentcrimminallybeautiful (biDEMONium) - Rated E

Following a fun and informative encounter with his favorite ex-journalist, Ted has a rather uncomfortable meeting with the Diamond Dogs. Featuring: Trent Crimm and the be-catted bag, Leslie Higgins knowing a lot about BDSM, Roy Kent being the world's most unwilling participant in this conversation, and Beard being Beard.

Top of the List by infiniteeight - Rated G

Rebecca wants Ted to be happy. Ted is good at making other people happy, but sometimes he needs to be nudged into taking something for himself.

The Humble Himbo by ItsClydeBitches - Rated G

Join narrator Trent Crimm as he follows one of the world's most magnificent creatures, the Himbo, capturing never-before-seen moments within AFC Richmond.

linger by trentcrimminallybeautiful (biDEMONium) - Rated G

Rebecca comes to see why Ted hasn't gotten off the team bus yet.

[thatmooncake]

hi hi!! i saw your reblog of your therapist au art and noticed in the tags that you dont mind answering questions. i hope its alright if i ask you one or two!!

so, you mention in the background section of the au that moon was used to trap souls inside dreams (or something similar to that.) will that be addressed in the future?? i feel like thats prime material for angsty stuff and moon feeling bad about what happened in the past :< not to mention the whole fazbear entertainment thing lending you the therapy bots and them linked to dream experiments is shady (as per usual with fazent.)

(also not as important, but is the whole "trapping souls" thing a reference to somniphobia, the book in the tftp series?? i actually havent read the story personally, but from a brief summary, im getting those same vibes lol. could be entirely a coincidence, but if not, thats cool either way!!!)

and on a more lighter note, can they eat stuff in this au? if so, id love to know their favorite ice-cream flavors! its a weird question to suddenly ask but for some reason this au is giving me "its a summer night, im up way too late, and im eating ice-cream when i shouldnt" type of vibes

anyways!!! im sorry i think i rambled too much but i love your guys' au, and yall's artwork!! cant wait to see more of it, hopefully in the future!

(p.s. unrelated but i thought moon,,,had the bisexual colors in his irises,,,)

Ooh yay hihi I love AU asks!

So! The dreamscape is going to play a big part in the therapy bots AU, and the angst and drama is very much ongoing - it might seem like fun and games at first exploring the therapy themed concepts, but you’re absolutely right, there are massive Somniphobia style undertones there. Moon’s dreamscape is designed to pull you in and it can be addictive and …energy consuming. Or should we say life force consuming?

Moon meanwhile? He feels closer to you in the dreamscape than in the waking world …at first. All the souls he steals become a part of him, in a sense. Remnants of them continue to float around in the dreamscape if you look hard enough, like when you start peeling back the wallpaper of a new house that used to belong to someone else. For the longest time Moon has not really been able to interact in the real world, and honestly most people in the dreamscape very rarely interacted with him either up until the very end, being far too wrapped up in exploring the vast dreamscape which moulds itself around their wants and needs. He’s been kind of used to his role as a passive observer, or a creature without much identity at all. But this time around, because you think he’s a therapy bot, he’s a part of the action. He’s actually being played with. This is unusual for him, and his feelings get a little more muddied over time.

Sun and Moon can absolutely eat in this AU - it was one of their ill-advised “upgrades”. And as the three of you start sharing some soul energy - uhhh, bond with each other more closely, they start to gain the strangest senses too. Senses they’ve never had before, like smell and taste. And they do not know what to make of this. But they do know that Sun likes neapolitan flavour (don’t ask him to pick just one, they look so pretty together!) and Moon likes mint chocolate chip flavour (yep you heard me, mint is good). And that having ice cream late on a summer night is what it’s all about (well, ask Sun about that one - Moon thinks you ought to be sleeping, but he’ll allow it this one time).

Never apologise for rambling I love rambling :D (also everyone who’s mentioned all the pride flag colours you are absolutely correct Sun and Moon say gay rights)

[kellanved-ammanas]

Valentine's Week Angst Day Three: Pyro/Medic - Burn

Day three of @dontneedadispenser Valentine's event.

Content warning: people being unfair to Pyro

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“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it! I didn’t, I promise.” Pyro wasn’t stupid no matter what anyone said, he knew the rainbows were dangerous so he would never intentionally let something like this happen. If everyone was right and the fire had started in or very near Medic’s lab, one of his favourite places to hang out, that was just an unfortunate coincidence. “I wasn’t even here when it happened.”

“Then where were you?” Engie asked. “You and Scout were supposed to be watching the base.”

“Exploring.” They were in a new base in the middle of a forest, how could he have resisted the urge to explore it a little while everyone else was out? And patrolling the area a bit couldn’t hurt, could it? “I got a little lost so I came back late.”

Only to find that the base had burned down with the rest of the team just barely managing to keep it from spreading to the surrounding forest – the size of the clearing it was in was probably the main factor in that not happening. And then of course, once Pyro was spotted, they’d started blaming him. Probably a logical thought to have but he hadn’t done it and they didn’t seem likely to be convinced no matter how hard he insisted. It wasn’t fair.

“Boy, I don’t care whatever it is you just said, you can’t seriously expect us to believe you didn’t do it, right? I mean who else could’ve done this?” Engie gestured back towards the base where half the team were hovering around the smoldering remains, stamping out embers and whatnot. The other half were still standing here, glaring at Pyro or in Scout’s case, standing nearby and refusing to look at him. “I know it was probably an accident but that don’t make it okay. You gotta own up to it.”

“Pyro has done this before,” Heavy said. “Never this bad, yes. But not first time something has burnt down that was not supposed to when Pyro was left alone with it.”

True but Pyro had always owned up to those mistakes. “I didn’t do it.” This time he didn’t bother saying it loud enough to be understood through the mask because it likely didn’t matter. “Maybe no one did.” Perhaps this new base had faulty wiring that had started the fire or some other thing that wasn’t really anyone’s fault, or at least no one on the team’s fault, had happened that caused a spark and started the fire. With how much flammable stuff was in Medic’s lab all it would take was one spark to get a big fire going. It’s why Pyro was always extra careful around Medic’s stuff.

Speaking of Medic, he wasn’t among the group that had separated out to scold Pyro for this. He stood by the smoldering wreckage of what had once been his lab, perhaps waiting for it to cool down enough to allow him to sort through it for anything that might have survived. Surely, he would believe Pyro was innocent.

Pyro turned away and started towards him. No one tried to call him back though, likely, the matter wasn’t settled yet.

Medic didn’t look over as Pyro reached him. Nor did he say anything.

Even while knowing that this was a bad thing, the wreckage still looked pretty. There were no open flames left but the embers still glowed all about; tiny little rainbows sparks amongst the gray ash. Standing so close to it, the call to feed it and make the rainbows dance big and beautiful was strong but… Pyro tore his gaze away. That would be bad and make him look even less innocent.

Instead he focused on Medic. In some ways Pyro liked him more than the rainbows and one day wanted to tell him that. Perhaps, Medic would even like him back. Now wasn’t the time for that though.

“Are the birds okay?” With everything still in the process of being moved over, they shouldn’t have been yet as they were almost always one of the last things to be settled in. But Pyro wanted to make sure anyway.

“Lucky for you they are.” The anger in Medic’s voice was like a punch to the gut. Did… he blame Pyro too? “If they weren’t I’d’ve removed your spine by now if not your whole skeleton. Seriously, Pyro, I told you my stuff is flammable so you can’t play with fire around it but then you go and do it anyway. And now most if not all of my work is gone up in flames. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been working on some of that stuff? How difficult a lot of those specimens were to get?”

“I didn’t do it.” It was a struggle to keep his voice clear and loud enough to be understood but even more than before it was important he do so.

“How’d the fire start then and why in my lab?”

“I don’t know. It wasn’t me. I promise, promise, promise.” He wouldn’t lie, especially not to Medic. Surely Medic knew that… right?

But whether Medic even understood his words or not, he gave no indication as he turned and walked away. Making it quite clear that he too blamed Pyro just like everyone else.

Pyro pulled his arms in to hug himself. Why did no one believe him? Just because he liked fire didn’t mean every fire that happened near him was his fault. Most of them were, yes, but… he wasn’t stupid. He was more careful than to allow something this bad to happen. How did no one else see that?

Holding back a whimper, he turned and started walking back into the forest. He didn’t feel like being around people anymore right now. Not if they all wanted to be just as unfair and blame him for stuff he didn’t do just like everyone else.

[strawberrystreamfields]

Carolina's Journal Log 3:

No rest for the powerful, I suppose. Rhiannon called the pair of us to the Druid Paddock to do some training. She didn't seem to be all that bothered regarding the snow. Thankfully, she kept it to just a bit of lightning dodging, and then let us go, stating that it was too cold for too much practice. Thank goodness. We started heading down to the village, maybe the Soul Riders were keeping warm there!

The entire village was just as snow-covered as it had been the last time we'd visited a couple of days ago. The rest of the Soul Riders were there, though I skedaddled out of there pretty quickly. On the plus side, as Rosedawn and I were about to head up the path to Valedale Lake, we spotted a cat, something obviously worthy to stop and pet. Maybe I should get another cat...?

I don't think I've ever seen Valedale Lake completely frozen over, and I've lived here for years. Then again, maybe it's because this has been one of the coldest years in a while. Mr. Anderson sounded like he might want to try ice fishing, though I'm not sure how many fish he'll catch. Everything was glittering with a soft white and blue light. The breeze certainly isn't pulling any punches though. Maybe we'll head to Firgrove. The café there has some good tea.

The trek up the mountain was... breezey to say the least, and the way down was quite slippery. On the bright side, there was a gorgeous view of the sky and of the village. The rest of the way down the mountain was a bit precarious, with there occasionally being a small spot of ice. Thankfully, we made it the rest of the way down unharmed and headed past the gate into the village. If there was one thing that Firgrove Village reminded me of, it was a village filled with gingerbread houses covered in powdered sugar. Thankfully, the cage was open, so I got some warm tea while Rosedawn got a snack and some water in the stable.

Our next stop was, once again, the Winter Village. I took the opportunity to build a snowman, and it was a real process to try to keep Rosedawn from eating the carrot nose. The nose lasted about 5 minutes after I put it on the snowman.

As we were going for a ride across the lake, we began to approach a snow mound. I would've had Rosedawn stop before we slid into it, if not for the same odd occurrence from Wednesday appearing in front of us. The pathway was solid, and appeared to generate only when we got close. Is this some sort of 5th Soul Rider ability? I'll have to ask Linda next time I see her. Once is a coincidence, twice is a pattern.

After that... odd encounter, we opted to just ride around the bank of the lake. We passed a couple of moose as well. Quite big and healthy by the looks of them, though we avoided getting too close. We passed through the village, and found a small frozen pond on one end of it, with a few penguins sliding around on it. Maybe I should try learning how to ice skate.

As nice as it was in the Village, we took the sleigh back to Firgrove. Rosedawn still quite fiercely dislikes it, though I'm starting to warm up to it. Starting to. We headed up the passage to the Wildwoods, wanting to see how everyone there was doing. After all, I hadn't been to Tailtop Village since before the blizzard hit. The area so far seems to have been hit with about the same strength of snowfall as the rest of Jorvik.

Heading down the hill, I instantly noticed something not consistent with most of the rest of Jorvik (except for the ocean, of course.) The water hadn't frozen over. In fact, it was just a bit chilly. We took a look at some glowing mushrooms by the massive tree. Maybe it's the Pandoric energy that's preventing the water from freezing over?

We took a walk through Tailtop Village, which was positively covered in snow. Everyone seemed to be alright though, so, that was good. It was a short visit, and seeing as the both of us were beginning to tire from all of the day's excitement, we starting heading for Redwood point.

The pair of us crossed the magic-infused(?) bridge over into the Redwood Grove, on our way home. Everything remained covered in snow, though we did see a couple of foxes playing with each other in the snow. I'll have to fully look around the Grove in the snow soon.

The rest of the way back to Redwood Point was quite quick. We started heading for the stables so I could take off Rosedawn's tack and make sure to give her what she needed. Finally, I made the chilly trek through the cold to the cabins so I could get something warm to drink. Tea sounded good.

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

Once is chance

It was a mild night, even with the usual Dogwarts wind chill. So, Ren and Martyn had taken advantage of it and invited the Red Knights over for a little campfire.

BigB thought it was a great idea. For one, the sky was clear. It was warmer in Dogwarts by a fire than it was in his own house. And two, it was a nice moment of calm in this game. Even with Ren’s bloodstained crown, and the various pairs of red eyes sat around the campfire, it was easy to ignore.

“You know what, dudes? We should tell ghost stories.” Skizz smiled, glancing around the group.

“What, like teenage sleepovers?” Martyn asked. “Bit juvenile for us, big grown men.”

Etho elbowed Martyn in the side and chuckled. “Oh, someone’s scared!”

“I am not scared!” Martyn replied, suspiciously defensive. “It’s just that-“

BigB grinned and listened to the two bickering. Seemed like just about everyone in Dogwarts was an old married couple. He met Ren’s eyes from across the fire, and the other man smiled and shrugged.

“Actually, guys,” BigB spoke up suddenly, an idea striking. “I have a pretty good ghost story.”

“Ooh, yeah! Go on, B, tell us.” Skizz nodded encouragingly.

“Well…I dunno. It’s pretty scary.” BigB conspicuously glanced at Martyn, who feigned offense.

Etho laughed. “Go on, hit us with it. I’ll go next.”

BigB glanced around the campfire, putting on a mischievous grin and leaning in close, trying to get some spooky shadows on his face. “Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there lived an ugly, grumpy old man named Morty Gage. Morty lived in—“

“Hold on, hold on!” Martyn gestured at BigB. “This is slander! He’s being mean to me and my feelings are hurt!”

Everyone had a good small laugh, except Ren who apparently found the whole thing hilarious.

BigB had only known a few people of this group, and he liked learning new things about the people he didn’t. Scar had a silver tongue and you shouldn’t listen to a word he says, Scott has an eye for aesthetics, Bdubs was very loud, and Ren. Ren always seemed to laugh the loudest.

BigB liked that about him.

Twice is coincidence

Ren only left his post at the top of his tower once the moon was high overhead, and the only sounds to be heard were the usual crickets and phantoms.

He made his way down to the yard, keeping one hand against the wall. After all of….everything, he was a bit dizzy with nerves, and honestly, it’s pretty reasonable.

BigB sat against the wall of his ugly little house, hood and mask down, having a bit of bread. He smiled at Ren when he came out and held out his bread. Ren shook his head and sat next to him.

“Dude, I don’t even know how you’re eating.” Ren grinned nervously. “I’m sweating all over the place.”

“I’m not gonna starve just because of, what, five hundred million boogeymen?” BigB finished eating and brushed some crumbs off his lap. “I think I’m not even processing it enough to be stressed, to be fair.”

“How did we survive all that?” Ren pulled his own mask down and took a few deep breaths. “Not only that, but Lizzie’s red, so we’re down our queen. Which is the most important chess piece!” Under the jokes, something in him finally clicks that oh yeah his first and closest ally, the one who gave him a life in exchange for his eternal devotion is just gone.

“Yeah….I miss having her around.” BigB sighed. “Can’t believe she tried to rob us, too! I mean….she could’ve asked.”

“She could’ve asked!” Ren exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. “It’s not like I gave her my word that I’d be loyal to her literally forever or anything! Past death and red names and all! If she asked me…” He trailed off, losing his train of thought some. Was this how Cleo had felt? Except with more arson and bloodlust, but maybe similar.

“I dunno. I think being red does something to you.” BigB picked at a few blades of grass, tearing them into small pieces. More anxious than he let on, Ren guessed. “I wasn’t red for very long last time, but I saw it in other people. Plus, the boogeyman curse is like temporary red name.” He tilted his head up to the stars and dug out little grooves in the dirt with his fingertips. “I think it really forces you out of your mind.”

Ren nodded slowly. He sure remembers being red. He was himself mostly, unless he got angry or paranoid or prideful. Then he was a bit somewhere else, hidden in that angry fog. “It’s not very nice, being red.” He chuckled weakly. “Probably just that then. I just feel like I should’ve done more. She died twice and I was nowhere near to protect or help like I said I would. Like…maybe I just broke my promise to her.”

BigB stayed quiet, but he wrapped an arm around Ren and pulled him into a loose hug. And that was enough.

Trice is fate

It’s hot outside, especially so close to the savannah, but Box is always cool inside. BigB, perched on one of their chests, watches Ren planting some of their wheat seeds and humming some song BigB doesn’t know.

“Dude, I can’t believe we’re soulmates.” BigB says, marking the sixth time that either of them has brought it up. He can’t help himself though! It just feels right that it’s them.

“I know! Me neither!” Ren props his hoe against the wall and does a small spin, tail wagging like mad. “We’re gonna take this server by storm, us and Box. They won’t know what hit ‘em!”

BigB chuckled and got up to lean over the fence they’d put around their makeshift farm. It was sort of janky, but it worked. “It’s kinda funny it’s us again. I thought….well. I don’t know what I thought. I don’t think I expected it. But I’m happy about it.”

“Well….if you’d wanted somebody else, then…well.” Ren trailed off, tripping over his words.

“No no, it’s not bad!” BigB rushed to say. “I am happy. It was frog-prophesied. I just thought it was funny, us again. Not in a bad way.”

“Ok, alright.” Ren grinned and moved to stand by BigB. “What’s this about frogs, then?”

“Oh! I’d meant to tell you. I asked a frog to lead me to my soulmate, and I followed where it was going. And I found you in your cave.”

BigB could see Ren’s eyes light up even behind the sunglasses. “That’s so cool! And very cute! The frog knew what was up, dude.”

“He really did.” BigB nodded. “Hey, what if-“ He cut himself off.

“What if what?” Ren leaned forward, ears pricked up.

BigB shook his head “Nah, it was stupid. Random thought, you know.”

“I wanna hear the stupid thought. I mean, you hear all mine.”

“That is very true. Well, I was just thinking…” He pauses, feeling his face heating up. This is very stupid, but Ren is his soulmate so why not? “I was thinking, what if we were soulmates in the other games, before this? Obviously not with the linked lives thing, but….just us. We always find each other.”

“Oh! That’s not stupid, man, that’s pretty awesome!” Ren smiles brightly. BigB always kinda thought he looked like the sun when he was happy. “I don’t know if that’s true but I have decided that it is! B, we are now soulmates all the time.”

“It was more convenient the last couple times.” BigB grinned. “When we didn’t share a life.”

“Yeah, well. I’ll just try not to die to stupid things if you promise too.” Ren held out his right hand.

BigB laughed and shook it. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

[piercethewon]

Chapter 2b: Two uncommon strangers.

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Tension was almost touchable inside the classroom.

Not only because your physics teacher had just announced that all tests from last week were already graded and many of the students present were fearing for their academic lives (Not Lily, though), but also because Jay and Jake, the unusual strangers you had met at the bus, were now in your class.

Regardless, the adrenaline that flowed through your veins was not enough to wake you up completely, and you could tell Sunghoon was holding back his usual nagging about your messed-up sleeping schedule. You were grateful that he cared, but there was not much you could actually do to fix it.

—Okay everyone, I want all of you to be welcoming with your new classmates— the teacher said as he started giving out the tests. Everyone seemed to agree, except for your pink-haired friend who was currently staring at the boys with zero discretion while holding tightly onto a pen; her knuckles were so white that you feared the poor thing would break in two anytime soon.

—Can you stop burning holes into their skulls? You’ll get in trouble— Gaeul, who had got ahold of the situation pretty quickly whispered to the tense girl. Lily did not even flinch when the teacher placed her test on the desk; to no one's surprise, a big “100%” written in bright red could be seen at the top of the paper.

It was your first time seeing her like that, but you knew better than to ignore her sharp intuition, so you opted to glance at the guys who were currently sitting before you, on either side of a very confused Sunghoon who had no idea how did he even manage to get caged between them.

Suddenly, the boy named Jake turned back to face you, an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner —Is there something wrong with my hair?—. Did he just call you out for staring? How did he even notice? Were you being too obvious? Well, most likely yes, since you and your roommates had not taken your eyes off them since the moment you got off the bus.

—Sorry!— you spoke before Lily could, opting to play dumb —It’s just that I never thought we could be in the same class, what a nice coincidence!— you were well aware of how awkward you sounded, but it was not the time to raise suspicions from them. You had no idea whether it would be too soon to get close to those strangers, but something about them was attracting you to their orbit like a magnet, so you had to be nice if you wanted them to let their guard down.

The teacher interrupted the conversation, placing your test on the desk —You did well, miss, but I know you can do better— he said before moving on to the next line of students. Well, at least the old man believed in your abilities, you had to stay positive at times like these were chaos surrounded you almost as overwhelmingly as his cologne.

—You passed! I knew you could do it!— Sunghoon cheered, his chair almost turned back completely to face you in an attempt to ignore the fact that the new students had barely taken their eyes off him since class started. He was in a hurry to get out of there, you could tell, but something about their behavior was making you think that Jay and Jake were not done yet.

The two of them were sharing discrete smirks and quick glances as if they were using an advanced and completely selective form of telepathic communication, and it was starting to make you feel uneasy. They were not even trying to hide their intentions, were they also in a hurry? For what?

You thought that, sooner or later, they would try to approach you again, and it would be better to be ahead of them, so you decided to act first. —Yeah, we should celebrate this, you guys can come, too— you pointed at the pair with your chin; Sunghoon’s smile has never faded as fast as it did after realizing what you were doing.

—No— you heard Lily speak from your left side. Everyone turned to her, Jay and Jake waited as if they expected her to add something else; they clearly do not know her well enough.

—Don’t mind our friend, she’s just a little shy…— A shy person would not exactly stare at you, dead in the eyes, while holding a pen in a threatening way, but what else were you supposed to do? —C’mon Lily, you heard our teacher, we are supposed to make them feel welcome— you tried to persuade her with something you knew she would never be able to refuse: orders. She was the most well-behaved person you knew, almost too docile; the only times she had gotten in trouble had been completely your fault.

The girl pondered for a minute before finally loosening the grip on her pen and neatly placing it on the desk. You and Gaeul sighed in relief, at least that was one obstacle solved. —So, what’s the plan?— Jay meddled for the first time since the class had started, you noticed how his accent was completely different from Jake’s and wondered how the both of them had met each other; you could ask them later along with many more questions, in case your plan succeeded.

—Let’s meet later at lunch— you said, watching as the teacher returned to his seat; you were running out of time —It’s on me—.

you did not miss the way both boys shared a glance and fought back smiles as if they had also planned to turn the conversation in the way you just did; you were starting to think that taking initiative was not enough to be ahead of them —Cool, see you guys at lunch—.

And with that, Jay and Jake turned to the teacher, who was just about to start today's lesson. Neither of them paid attention to you or any of your friends for the rest of the class, but for some reason, you did not take it as a good sign.

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The Chain - Date:  Food Transcript

The Chain - Date:  Food comic

*Light and L sitting at a table in a restaurant*

L:  *looking around* Hm.  You have a real talent for finding quiet, tasteful restaurants.

Light:  It comes in handy.  I kind of have to be.

L:  To get away from the praise and admiration?

Light:  Something like that.  If I stick with a place for too long, sooner or later, someone recognizes me or gets overly attached.  Then it’s always, “Let’s meet up!” and “What a coincidence!”  Ugh, I might as well get used to finding new places.  I don’t need everyone’s attention all the time.

L:  Henh, then these last few months must have been agonizing for you.

Light:  *laughs* Not for the reasons you’re suggesting.

L:  So, you don’t mind my attention?

Light:  Hm...  Not as much as I once did~.

L:  I see.  I suppose that’s a good thing.

Light:  Would you prefer that I be bothered?

L:  Well, bothered people make more mistakes...  Not that I need you to mess up anymore.  *chuckles*

Light:  *glares*

L:  ...

*silence*

*Waitress brings food.  Soup and bread for Light.  Sandwich and apple slices for L.*

L & Light:  Thank you.

Waitress:  Enjoy.

Light:  Itadakimasu.

*eating in silence*

L:  So, are you enjoying your time at home?

Light:  Oh.  Yeah, it’s not bad.

L:  You look a lot better.  Are you sleeping well?

Light:  Henh, I suppose so.  I’m trying to relax, but y’know...  Family stuff.  They really want to spend time with me.

L:  That’s understandable.  You were gone for a long time.

Light:  I know, but they can be a bit... much.  I mean, you did just meet my sister.

L:  Hm.  She seemed nice.

Light:  Henh, nice and annoying.  *laughs* Nah, she’s fine.  But you know how it is, right?  Having a nosy sibling?

L:  I can imagine it being harder for you since you have to lie about where you’ve been.

Light:  *thinking* Deflected.  Of course.  Born an only child, or hiding the fact that he has siblings?  He’s mentioned there being multiple L’s, but I know L.  There’s no way that he’d willingly share his title (notwithstanding my borrowing it when speaking with Namikawa).  Although, that hypothetical conversation about me succeeding him leads me to believe that succession has crossed his mind.  It would be ideal to know for sure if someone else would show up after he dies.  Would they try to pick up where he left off, or would they only try to avenge him?  Not even a successor, but someone close like family?  It’s a shame he’s always been tight-lipped about it.

Flashback

Light:  Family?

L:  +4%.

Light:  *angry* Fine!  Don’t tell me!

Present

Light:  *out loud* Henh, yeah.  I don’t like lying to them, but it’s not a big deal.  Sayu though...  Uhh...  *laughs* She came to some interesting conclusions on her own.

Waitress:  Would you like a refill, sir?

Light:  Yes, thank you.

L:  Me too, please?

*later, food is eaten*

L:  *chuckles* Wow.  That’s impressive.

Light:  Impressively ridiculous more like~.

L:  I can’t say she’s too far off the mark.  I suppose it’s my own fault for enrolling at To-Oh with that name.  I was hoping my absence would make me fade from memory, but it’s only made me more infamous.

Light:  It’s what we get for testing well and playing a mean game of tennis.  *laughs*

L:  *looking around* I hope the waitress comes by soon.  I’m ready for dessert.

Light: *smirks*  Are you ever not ready for dessert?

L:  *looks around more* Anything you’d recommend?

Light:  Well, their marble cake’s pretty good.

L:  Hmm...  I’m kind of craving ice cream...

Light:  Can’t go wrong with a sundae~.

*desserts are brought.  Light with marble cake.  L with a monster sundae.*

Light:  Jeez!  What even is that monstrosity?

L:  What are you complaining about?  Fruit’s healthy, right?

Light:  Under all that whipped cream, caramel, and chocolate sauce, I’m not so sure.

L:  *eats a spoonful* I don’t care~.

Light:  Of course not.  *laughs*

L:  *thinking* He was probing me earlier.  Is he still trying to sus out my identity, or is he planning for future threats following my death?  Probably both.  This is starting to feel like old times.

Light:  *marveling after taking a bite* Ohh~.  It’s been so long~.

L:  You’re really having a good time with that cake over there.

Light:  *cough* It’s just... been a while since I’ve had it.

L:  Is it really that good?

Light:  I think it is~.  I almost forgot how good it is!

L:  May I try?

Light:  Huh?  Oh.  *thinking* It is supposed to be a date...

*Light slides his plate forward.  L scoops some cake with his spoon and eats it while Light watches with bated breath*

L:  Hm!  Not bad.  Good balance of vanilla and chocolate.

Light:  I know, right?  I can’t stand it when one flavor overpowers the other.  *Phew!*  Want another bite?

L:  *nods eagerly*

*Light cuts off a piece with his fork and holds it out for L*

L:  !  

*L leans forward to eat it off Light’s fork, but to his shock, Light turns around and shoves the bite into his own mouth at the last second*

Light:  Sorry!  The cakes pull was too strong~!

L:  *angry and embarrassed* That was cruel.  Light-kun lied to me.

Light:  *giggles* If I give you another bite for real, would you let me try yours?

L:  *pouting* Hmm.  I’m not sure I want to share with Light-kun now.

Light:  Oh, cheer up.  *cuts off another piece* Look how big this one is!  It’s got your name on it~.

L:  *grumbling*

Light:  Here, see?  Look!  It does!  I can’t eat it!

*L looks over and sees that Light had etched an “L” on the cake bite*

L:  *thinking* Damn it.  That’s actually cute.  ...And I have to destroy the evidence.  *out loud* ...If you insist.  *eats it off Light’s outstretched fork*

Light:  There.  Do you forgive me now?

L:  I’ll consider it.

Light:  Sooo?

L:  So what?

Light:  Where’s my bite?

L:  You want a reward for apologizing?

Light:  *scoff* Please.  Like you have any right to get upset over that tiny lie.

L:  You’re implying that I’ve lied to you?

Light:  Are you kidding?  That’s pretty much all you’ve done since we met!  *remembers L kissing his hand after a confession* Uh...  Mostly.

L:  I don’t recall lying about anything that matters since we’ve been together.

Light:  *quietly* What about telling me that Kira wasn’t killing people while I was imprisoned and having my father act like he was going to--

L:  *points to right wrist* All before we were together.

Light:  About that.  I’m not sure I believe that you didn’t make us “together” for professional reasons.  That you “weren’t doing it because you wanted to.”

L:  I had every intention of handling the situation professionally.  I never planned on acting on my feelings.  Subsequent events threw that resolve out the window, but going in, there were no ulterior motives of that nature, I assure you.

Light:  *raises voice, clenches fist* Well, what about that succession stuff?!

L:  Keep your voice down, please.

Light:  *quiets down a bit* As if you’d ever want me to take over your title.

L:  I was being misleading.  Not lying.

Light:  How weren’t you lying about that?!

L:  I said that you’d “be capable of succeeding” me.  That isn’t a lie.  Or is me holding your intelligence i such high regard unbelievable?

Light:  *a little sheepish* Ah...

L:  Any other instances of malicious dishonesty?

Light:  ...

L:  All things considered; I’d say that I’ve been very honest with you.  Especially since the standard reward for my honesty is getting punched in the face.

*silence*

L:  Do you still want to try my sundae?

Light:  ...

L:  *holds out a bite on his spoon to Light* Here.

Light:  ...  *leans forward and eats the scoop off L’s spoon*

L:  Oh.

Light:  *chewing* Hm?

L:  *blushes* I now understand why couples enjoy feeding each other...

Light:  *hit by mood whiplash, makes an undignified noise and blushes*

L:  *holds out another bite* Would you like another?

Light:  *mouth full* R-really??

L:  It’s only fair.  I had two bites of yours after all.

Light:  I’m still not over the first!

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

What did Reynold do and why is it a wrap?

Oh, it's nothing dramatic. He was just a guy I knew in high school who would regularly do strange and unpredictable things, like ask people to play the guitar for him or suddenly decide he wanted to live on some island with no electricity for six months while wearing only white robes (this is not an exaggeration). It wasn't clear what prompted any of these bizarre ideas, but he had always been kinda wacky so we didn't think much about it except that it seemed pretty unusual behavior for someone to become very intensely interested in at random.

And then one day out of nowhere he stopped showing up to school, which was weird because he lived right down the street from me, so everyone figured something had happened to his family or whatever -- parents died? moved away? went bankrupt? nobody really knows. This went on for a long time until one night when my friends were sitting around talking about it and wondering if they should look into this guy's situation more closely or something, and I mentioned that Reynold was involved in Scientology, and immediately they all burst out laughing because it turns out everyone thought he was doing something else, and only I knew about the Scientology thing because Reynold tried to convert me once after saying "we have to talk" while walking alone through the woods behind our house on a snowy evening and I told him flatlyet I wasn't going anywhere without my friend as backup, and he said okay and walked off to go find another mark and never came back.

So yeah, that's what happened there. The story doesn't end there though: years later, I ran into one of my former teachers outside of the grocery store, and she asked how I was doing, and I started telling her about this job offer I got in Canada but was worried about taking because I needed health insurance coverage and didn't want to get stuck paying big medical bills if anything bad happened to me, and my teacher looked very concerned and asked where I got health insurance now, and I explained that my dad worked for a university and provided group coverage for us, and my teacher responded "oh, I hope you know your father has cancer," and I was like wait . . . what? So apparently even though Reynold left town years ago, he stayed active enough in Scientology circles that word of him having cancer spread among various old classmates, including my teacher, and none of them contacted the rest of us. That was a shitty way to learn about that.

Anyway, the whole thing seems a bit ridiculous in retrospect -- why did I pick Scientologists specifically out of all groups as "the ones who could be trying to recruit me"? And also, what was the deal with Reynold himself, anyway? But part of what makes it funny/memorable is the fact that it's such a total coincidence, which happens to be exactly the sort of thing I try to avoid creating with stories. Which isn't surprising, since I write fiction based on real events in order to keep myself grounded! I guess it worked for a little while there. :)

(In case anyone ever wants to read more about this guy, there is a documentary film made by two guys who followed him around for a year.)

[hopelesscatdad]

Personally, for me. Sorry if you don't want this kind of anon but I felt like saying something. I get told I'm pretty a lot but I don't feel pretty. I think I don't deserve to hear those words or that I'm too weird or disgusting or maybe they're saying it out of pity because I find them prettier. Anyone can have insecurities, no matter what they look like, I suppose. I think my eyes are too big and my facial features don't match each other. While I may see it, others don't. I could be wrong but I really think that's it. They aren't doing it to fish compliments or fit in with the "ugly." For me these issues started because of what my dad would say to me, I'm older now and I KNOW better but I still feel that way or like I could be better. And I see people I believe are better than me and it's like *wow I could never be that*

I didn't wanna use anyone else as an example so I used myself. Apologies if that's not ok or this seems like a vent (I'd like to think it's not but more of an explanation) but yeah.

-_‐ the suspicion is high with this one. Jghgjgjb.

Look I don't think it's fishing for compliments. I've never heard of doing it to fit in with the ugly, so i genuinely don't know what that's about. And I never said people aren't allowed to be insecure.

Like. Where did I say that? I was joking that it's a cruel coincidence considering I rarely find people attractive in *any* physical way. And people *dont* come to me about their looks, often cuz I'm so confident about mine. And yet despite those two facts, the *few* people over the years I truly believe are beautiful are also the *few* that come to me about the matter.

If you want anything deeper than that, then here. Hearing them talk like that about themselves break my heart. Especially because they're often people I'm very close to and love and care about, for some even ones I want to always be near. I don't fervently try to point out their beauty to them, or compliment them, or say they're wonderful to me, out of a petty attempt to prove they're wrong, but because it genuinely saddens me that they can't see it for themselves, and if they can't see it on their own, hopefully at least knowing not everyone thinks the same negative way about them will help some, or help pull them out of that evenings spiral.

Again, I'm highly suspicious. You could be a couple people I know, so I probably shouldn't say this. But I'm sorry you feel that way about yourself. People are allowed to be insecure, yes, but I still think it's important to try and improve on it. Maybe a compliment/positive comparison is the last thing you want right now, seeing as it is sorta being taken negatively, but I'm gonna say it anyways. I hope you learn to love your facial features, and especially your eyes, especially because I know a girl right now. And admittedly the first thing I noticed was her large eyes, but it's because they were beautiful to me. They seemed to hold so much life, even if a little anxiously, and I was almost envious even. Even if people aren't as positive, I assure you it will never be as negative a thing as you think either.

Anyways read the tags too cuz I accidentally went off there too lol.