#the only thing that made The Incident back then less bad was the fact that i had all 4 quantum hunter largo corrals in the cave

[aria0fgold]

Playing a game on an existing save file with so many stuff in it from my previous plays is like being a newbie playing on a pro's savefile, except past me isn't a pro but a mess.

Played Slime Rancher again after months and there's so many cool slimes but also I have an area with 1 slime corral, 4 phase lemon gardens, and a silo with at least 3 slots filled with just 300 phase lemons. You can tell how traumatized past me was with my favourite largo that I have two corrals of, 1 is within that area and another is in the starting ranch. 5 largos in each, the Quantum Hunter Largo.

Their feeder has medium speed too. I love the Hunter slimes the most and the Quantum slimes make em look so much cooler but also that combination was a nightmare for newbie past me but I had to make it work anyway. I remember I had at least 4 corrals of em until I ran out of phase lemons... and I barely had chickens (cuz I also have a single corral with just 5 Hunter slimes)... You can imagine the hell that happened there.

[urlocaldesertdweller]

His ego (Stanford x reader)

(I haven't seen nearly as many fics about Ford's ego and sense of superiority over others. That alone can create so many exciting situations between you and him. most likely he has a some sort of condition in the head involved with ego but i can remember the name of it 🫠)

You were a close friend of Stan living in the shack, coming for emotional support after the portal incident. Years would go by as you both helped rebuild both the shack and portal until one summer.

The summer the twins would come around, you'd tag along and take care of the twins. You'd hope that Stanford is on the level of friendliness to Stanley's. You're dead wrong.

The time he left the portal, you knew that this whole situation was stepping into intimate and personal family drama when Ford punched Stan. But even then, when things settled down, he looked at you weirdly, as though you were some interdimensional possum that managed to crawl and find its way into the shack uninvited.

He constantly interrupts you; from casual conversations to tense, dangerous situations, he always finds something to talk over you about. He'd say sorry, but the tone and looks he gave you said otherwise.

He also, no matter your age, will constantly dote on you mockingly in a way that you felt you couldn't do a thing by yourself. You could be older than him, but he would talk down to you like you were younger than the twins.

Ford will also never trust you in any way, from handling weapons to keeping information from the twins. He'd trust the 12-year-old twins more than you.

The list can go on and on from situations and times when you felt so unwanted from Ford. The twins hoped that the two of you could get along, but they could feel the tension between you, miles away. They stiffen, Mable brushes her fingers through her hair, and Dipper gets more sweaty than usual. In fact even Stan cant handle it and would straight up just bugde in between you or just leave the room.

All three would try their hardest to talk to him. Trying so hard to find out what about you bothers him so much. He would dodge the question or follow it up with an irritable response in a snappy tone.

"I just—something is very irritating about them! Stop asking me why I hate them; I have better things to do than think about them."

As for his exact reasons of hating you can go from somthing super small to something huge. Maybe he still held somewhat of a grudge against Stan and he is putting out on you. He could just see you as a less intelligent and important figure during these times.

Nevertheless you could only take so much from everything from him.

By the time you finally snap back itll be from a breaking point. Weather from Ford pushing your limits with same old belittlement, putting himself or others in danger because he couldn’t bare himself to trust you during a mission, or once again denying your opinion or take on some discussion.

You will yell and have to hold yourself back from slapping the fat ego out of him.

Ford would obviously be startled and stop whatever he was doing from trying to avoid you. Now you have his attention its time to go on a speech spree.

You say and rush out every single time Ford has treated your horribly, its been so many times you find yourself breathless and bending over your knees. Ford stays quite and youll see the mix of emotions on his face when you continue.

By the time you finish, you are red and or on the verge of crying from how shitty he made you feel. Either that or you fuming with rage from the disrespect.

You end off with a simple question of “Why me? What is so bad about me that you find every chance to belittle me?”

You don’t expect anything from him, you’d walk away needing to get some air after spilling your guts.

Ford still as stunned as ever takes a moment and a long one. He felt flustered from embarrassment from the confrontation, he’d also never admit that he loved a person to take action.

Both of you would take that day as a learning moment. For you, to never care about what some egotistical sliver fox thought about you. For him, to not only stop downplaying you and your skills but to allow you some respect from him.

In the near future you’d prove yourself in more ways than one quickly gaining not only Fords respect but his relationship. From realizing that you were actually smart to seeing how brave you are even in the most treacherous of missions.

The progress made between you two was remarkable. You two were unstoppable together and through anything, nothing could never not found and documented in your shared set of journals.

Easy to say you got way more than his respect and honor for you. From Ford going from some rude guy to a swooned man for you.

[sharksupermacy]

our little place

out little place- huh yunijn x producer! reader

synopsis: you and yunjin had a place always.

tags: angst, break-up, booo to hybe for making them break up, aespa being oblivious, they were actually so cute before the break up 1.7k words

now despite you and yunjin or jennifer being on relatively bad-ish terms after the breakup, you would still rush over to her if she were to reach out to her. 

you had a bad experience to be attached to the past. so you made a rule to yourself that if that was the past call you would never answer. it was a toxic trait nonetheless you had but for some odd reason, yunjin was always the exception to this rule. 

even when one of your exes of the past called for some reason you always never answered them except her. 

it was a nice sunny day when she broke up with you. you were a producer at sm and she was a hybe trainee in a secret relationship with each other. both of your companies would definitely not like to see the top-ranked either dating each other or worse 'spilling' company secrets to each other. 

both of you were walking through a secluded park just outside of the center of seoul where the sun was shining down happily. your hand in hers, just looking like a super clingy best friend in public. both you and she sat down near a pond in the shade just admiring how the light refracted in the pool. birds chirping softly all around, the sound of a bush being ruffled while a squirrel went through it, and yunjin head on your shoulder. 

to you, this was the perfect moment until it wasn't. "hey, y/n," yunjin whispered out your name as if she didn't want you to hear it. 

"yea yunjin," you whispered back to her jokingly, still laying your head on top of hers. 

she shifted her head away from you holding your shoulder forcing you to make eye contact with her, "i want to break up."

you stood silent for a second debating if she was joking or actually serious. "is this like a joke or uh you're serious?" you questioned her as she held your shoulder still. 

she only removed her hands from your figure where she had silently nodded as her panicked eyes tried not to meet yours. two figures on the bench no more than strangers now. "can i at least ask why?" you said breaking the silence between the two of you while trying to take her hands in yours to make sure she panicked a bit less. 

she bit her lip and she cried oh so sadly. she shook her head as her hands retreated from yours leaving you alone in our or more like your little place now.

that incident happened about nine months ago and well yunjin had made it into being an idol. meanwhile, you had gotten lucky and were assigned as aespa exclusive producer at sm. you still couldn't get over the fact that the american had broken up with you in such a matter and blocked you. 

 it was a weird experience moving on to yunjin never having the closure that you had usually gotten from your previous relationships. but there was something about yunjin that you weren't able to let go of. it didn't help that aespa was friends with yunjin always when going over to see her told you about how fun she was and thinking that both of you would get along. 

you of course brushed it off with a cool, "i uh gotta make deadlines," every time though it wasn't an exact truth it wasn't really a lie. even with about a year behind you after the incident, you were definitely not ready to face the new idol, or ever for that matter. turning back towards your bright lighted monitors that were filled with new lyrics and tracks for aespa comeback. as you hear, the four idols behind you discuss random things as you set up the booth for what they need to record next. 

yunjin was a wreck. 

 or at least that's what she thought she was without you. ever since that fateful day of having to break up with you. in order to save face for both of you since you were outed by one of her fellow trainees. she had never felt so empty on the inside; yes, she had these amazing girls in the world to be in the group with. don’t get her, le sseafim was the most amazing thing to ever happen to her, but was it worth sacrificing her entire half to do this?

 over a month ago, she was so sure of her decision, but yet here she was crying on the floor of a random practice room at 2 a.m. with multiple calls from the two eldests and numerous messages that seemed to never end. her brain has always been scattered for the past week, no matter how much reorganizing, journaling, or songwriting she has done. 

 a blurb of the week is what it was. too fast to recount everything, but too slow to pass by. She could always find time these types of weeks to think about you. did you block her back? maybe you have someone else now? or worse, maybe you had forgotten her completely.

 whatever the case was, it didn't end her undying craving to see you or be in your presence again. the comfort you had provided the past her, the soft sunlight that always seemed to shone down on you with your walks in the parks, and that stupidly adorable laugh. for now, all she could convince herself was to hold herself back while warm tears were streaming down her face. as she utters to herself underneath her breath, ‘"i wish i could see you again,” ' while packing all her things and heading to le sserafim dorms again.

you on the other hand were also not doing too hot either.

you weren't a complete mess per say but let's just say your bosses weren't very pleased lately with your worth ethic. checking your phone constantly for messages, how you didn't put aespa constantly at work like some fellow producers, or how long it took you to produce a song for them.

all of these criticism were slowly but surely killing your creative output and also the insurmountable pressure from fans to create another song that tops the last didn't help either.

you know what you needed yunjin. no wait. you don't need her, she left you. or at least that the argument you always battle against yourself. you went down to the vending machine as the machine light flickered, with a variety of snacks reflecting your tired figure. it was just another day of the week for you, the company barren at this unholy hour you were here.

another unhealthy energy drink entered your system by the time you had left the place where the machine was as you made your way back towards your second home. you hear slight whispers and giggles from across one of the halls. you look over curious to see who would also be at this hell hole willingly, seeing three figures you could make out. winter, ning ning, and her.

god. she look like she was doing well. you quickly turned back towards the direction of the studio after briefly seeing her not wanting to draw any attention yourself. a small smile plastered over your face as you walked away from the scene.

oddly enough you never turned back and saw the figure looking back at you with such shock at your state.

yunjin had never once seen you look so disarrayed or sleep-deprived in her life. she knew that you still worked at sm for some time now but never knew what you were up to.

her thoughts were interrupted by an excited ning ning, "oh! that's y/n do you know her?" the youngest asked.

she looked over where your figure once was, lingering a little bit too long in her opinion to be over her ex. a simple reply of  "no," was given as the younger simply pouted, and the eldest being a little skeptical of her answers to her actions. 

“you sure?” the short-haired girl questioned, looking over at the american in disbelief. yunjin noted how her facade was slowly crumbling in front of winter. panic rushed over her taking over her head again as she felt her heartbeat slowly travel to her head like a punch each time it pounded. 

“yep,” she shakily replied as she racked her mind with a single excuse of wanting to see you. the aespa members had bought the lie for now, but she now looked at her sweaty hands gripping her phone again. wanting, no. needing to call out for you just down the hall but she couldn’t then and there, especially with people. 

it was six am the next morning where you had received a call. you flipped over the incessant noise making phone calls to see who was crazy enough to call a person at this hour. it was you ex. yunjin. 

you looked in pure shock and disbelief. deciding not to pick up the phone but instead let it ring through. picking up the phone a minute after your ex had call you. only too see that she had left a message.

curious to see what your ex had to say after your not so amicable break up you pressed play. there a single sentence was shakily uttered out from the voice you had loved so dearly.

'meet me at our place.'

then the message had ended. you rushed out in your pajamas, towards the park you and yunjin had always visit before. grabbing only your phone and wallet before rushing out.

after 15 minutes of sprinting to the park you saw a figure sitting waiting out on the bench facing out towards the pond that both of you once enjoyed. you walked slowly out on the path now not wanting to disturb her but of course you had to step on a twig, snapping it. making the figure turn its head around facing you wide eyed and seemingly almost out words.

"you came?" yunjin uttered out in a low voice as if she was never truly expected you to show up. after all she was the one who abandoned you for no reason, explanation, and had blocked you on all social media.

you smiled at her gently, before responding softly back "you called?" finally glad too see her and talk to her once again.

a/n: yk that one cringy like tiktok trend that happened like one year ago... that's legit what this entire premise is centered around. get tricked. anyways wanted to post smth before the smau is released. also hi... been dead for a while lol. have some content.

[moongeonight]

Crazy employees part 2

Summary: Lucifer needs revenge, and plans to use Niffty like Alastor did with him, Although it doesn't end the exactly way he wanted...

A/N: Well surprise! I Finally finished the second part... I hope you like it! (This is a tickle fic!)

Here part 1 👉🏼 Crazy employees part 1

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Lucifer was determined to find a way to get payback, he wouldn’t settle for anything less than that, That being said...he had no idea to how he was actually going to do it... But he’ll figure it out, he always figure it out.

He get up and pace the room, his anger getting the better of him as he tried to think of something that could tick alastor off or better yet… find out if he’s even ticklish in the first place

(Later that day)

Lucifer was walking through the hallways of the hotel, when he noticed that Niffty was cleaning the walls, he did not hold a grudge on her since Alastor was the direct culprit, and also... he knew that she was a little crazy... In fact he had been just a little bit amused by that incident if anything.

As he walked past he gave a small wave with his hands in his pockets as he watched her clean, But then the idea came into his head... If Niffty belonged to Alastor then she must know some things about him right? Maybe she has the answer to his question! He just decides to stop and talk to her.

“Hey Niffty…” He says calmly as he leans on the wall, his hands still in his pockets as he looks down at her.

Hearing the voice of Lucifer made her immediately got her attention as she turned quickly, looking up to him with her usual crazed grin.

“Oh! Lucifer! Hello!” She said in a joyful tone quickly rushing up close to him.

“Hi… listen I have a question... have you ever seen Alastor get any sort of reaction to tickling?...”

Niffty thought for a few seconds before finally replying, her usual crazed grin now a more mischievous look on her face.

“Is this a secret plan for you to get Alastor back after what he make me did earlier? Haha! if you want to get him, I know just the way!” For how Niffty was acting, she definitely had some sort of plan in mind.

“Y-you do? I mean, yes… I am planning on getting back at Alastor, that’s why I need to know that info... So do you know anything about that guy being ticklish?” Lucifer’s interest only grew more.

Niffty’s couldn’t help but giggle as she spoke, being extremely amused with what the two were discussing.

“I do know something!” niffty paused for a second, looking around for anyone possibly listening in before whispering what she knew.

“Alastor is very ticklish in his ears, I was able to get a few giggles out of him by tickling them!"

Lucifer’s eyes widened at that revelation, this is exactly what he needed, The one thing that could get back at Alastor was right in front of him he just needed the opportunity to take advantage of it.

“Niffty would you help this um... What had she called him before? Ultimate Bad boy?"

Niffty didn’t need to think twice before giving him a quick smirk and a nod.

“Oh absolutely! It would be my pleasure to help anyone as handsome as you!”

Niffty laugh to herself in amusement as she gave him a little cheeky grin, knowing full well this was going to be a fun scheme to participate in.

...

Alastor was walking through the hotel probably looking for someone to torment when he ran into Niffty again.

“oh sir! What a surprise!” niffty said apparently very excitedly.

“Oh, there is my favourite little psycho!” he exclaim as he approached the little lady, his grin only growing “What are you doing here now?”

Niffty could only giggled, the moment was perfect; her plans slowly began to form in her head.

“O-oh nothing much, just some light cleaning!... Oh Alastor! You have dirt on your hair!” Niffty said, not waiting another minute before climbing at great speed onto Alastor's shoulder and taking his feather duster out of her pockets. "I have to clean it up!"

Alastor seem stunned for a moment as he felt her climbing on top of him but he quickly recovered.

“oh my, you are eager! Well, i Guess you can go ahead” He said while staying still, as if he was allowing her to do it.

Niffty saw his gesture and wasted no time in getting the chance to get him, she had been planning this for a while.

“Oh! I found the dirt!” niffty exclaimed with glee as she began to repeatedly tickle his ear “Oh how silly of you sir! This was such a dirty spot! Hehe”

Alastor immediately became tense as he let out a loud, distorted giggle that sound more like static as he struggled to hold back his laughs under what she was doing.

"hey! Hehehe...! Hahaha! static sound Stohohop!" he said as he tried to grab her and put her on the ground but every time he did that she just climb onto his shoulder again.

Niffty only laughed as she continued to tickle him relentlessly, the harder his laughs had become, the more pleased she was getting with the situation.

“Hehe, did you say stop? I couldn’t hear you over the loud static! Hehehe!”

Alastor was getting increasingly frustrated, His laughs became more and more deranged and soon it was a struggle to understand what he was actually saying as he kept laughing.

"Niffty...! Gehehet dohohown hahaha! now!" He managed to say between giggles.

Niffty giggled maniacally as she continued to tickle his ear relentlessly, his laughs filling her with absolute joy, she wasn’t going to stop soon.

“Hehe, not yet! I have to make sure I get all the dirt out!” She said as she now used the duster to tickle his neck.

“NO! Hahaha! static you've dohohone enough alreheheady...” He manage to say between fits of deranged laughing and fortunately for him, he managed to grab her by her clothes and pull her out of him while holding her with an accusatory look.

“niffty! Whahahat was tha-”

What Alastor had not realized was that Lucifer has been watching from afar using his bird form as he began to silently fly towards them before he entered the scene.

While still in his bird form lucifer suddenly swooped onto Alastor from behind, going straight for his ear and whispering loudly.

“Well hello there~”

Alastor was cut off the moment Lucifer whispered into his ear, His laugh turned into a more confused sounding giggle as his eyes widened.

Lucifer returned to his normal form to see that his plan had actually worked, Alastor clearly feel ticklish so getting back at him was going to be easy...

“Oh I’m just going to LOVE making you laugh”

What was left of Alastor's laughter stopped as he realized that this was lucifer's plan and just stared at the king of hell with an absolutely furious look on his eyes.

“Y-you... You...” he say but he couldn't manage to come up with a proper insult.

Lucifer only smiled as he saw his face flush.

“Oh did I manage to get a reaction? don't worry I’m not done with you yet” Lucifer said as he transformed again, this time into an octopus, wrapping himself around Alastor's body and tickling him more with his tentacles.

Alastor quickly began to struggle violently as he tried to free himself from Lucifer's tentacles, His face reddened more and more and soon he was screaming in laughter but that only made Lucifer's efforts stronger.

“HAHAHAHA... STAHAHAP STATIC YOU FUCKIHIHING..! HAHAHA!”

He was unable to form an actual sentence at this point, and it didn't help at all that Niffty had now released herself from Alastor's grip again and climbed back up to his head where she tickled his ears again.

Lucifer’s eyes widened from amusement as he saw Alastor struggling.

“hey now Alastor it’s not so funny when someone tickles you is it? Haha!”

Alastor’s body contorted and convulsed so much that it wouldn't be surprising if he'd injure himself with his own movements.

His face showed the most anger someone could've possible felt, but his efforts to free himself were useless against Lucifer who was now using multiple tentacles at once, and it didn't help how Niffty was still laughing her ass off using her little arms to further Alastor's torment.

“FUHUHUCK HAHAHA! I HAHAHATE YOU! HAHAHA!”

“oh! It's fun for me to see you two being ticklish” niffty suddenly said, she was the one who was clearly winning here.

“hey! You're supposed to be on my side here...” Lucifer said not wanting to remember when she tickled him.

During that little distraction from Lucifer, Alastor took advantage of the moment and summoned his own tentacles from the ground as they latched on lucifer's legs and body and started to tickle him which made him return to his normal form.

“Ah!! HAHAHA! G-GET OFF ME YOU J-JERK!” Lucifer said before trying to free himself but was struggling to do so.

Alastor's face was filled with amusement and twisted joy as watching the king of hell struggle against him, He move his tendrils in such a way that made Lucifer's movements completely futile.

“Oh... You thought you'd just tickle me and get away with it?” His grin and his laughter just became more and more deranged.

But his satisfaction didn't last long when Niffty, who was still on top of him, began to tickle his armpits.

“I'm sorry, sir, but this time I have to help the ultimate Bad boy!” She said laughing like crazy.

“WHAT- NIFFTY GEHEHET DOHOHOWN! HAHAHA!” Alastor said as he tried to shake her off, but when she wouldn't stop he had no choice but to let her tickle him, His face reddened even more as his laughs became more desperate sounding.

“Y-YOU TWO ARE SO...! W-WAIT... HAHAHAA... NIFFTY GEHEHET... HIM!”

Lucifer tried his best to get rid off the tentacles latching on him but was unable to get them off of him and was now being double attacked.

“S-STOHOHOP… TICKLIHIHING… ME! HAHAHA!” Lucifer cried out while Alastor was too busy being tickled by Niffty to say anything.

Everything was a damn chaos, niffty was tickling alastor while alastor was tickling lucifer with his tentacles, it could have climbed to something if it hadn't been for...

"Ah! What's going on here?!" a voice shouted and when they realized it was Charlie who had entered the room who was a mess now.

Lucifer and Alastor looked over, both were completely red and breathing heavily from all the tickling that they had had to endure from each other, Niffty was still on Alastor shoulder, looking down and having a big grin on her face.

“C-charlie!” Lucifer says breathlessly obviously not expecting her abrupt appearance.

Alastor decided that everything would end here and disappeared into the on the floor into the shadows, quite annoyed, while Niffty ran out of the room.

“He made me do this, it's his fault!”

Oh lucifer had a lot to explain...

[naamahdarling]

So...this makes...maybe the third or fourth time in 30 years I have gotten an apology for garbage behavior from a clinic? I am shocked.

What happened yesterday at the doctor's office is this: I was very anxious and needed someone with me as backup for an exam. Because of a history of medical assault and neglect, I have a really hard time with that sort of thing. This clinic is the only place that I feel safe going to for this kind of care.

The facility told me I could not bring my boyfriend back with me, I told them I had a governmentally recognized disability, and that I needed someone with me because of anxiety and PTSD. They said that was fine and gave me a release sheet to fill out. That should have been the end of it.

Instead, I was told again when they called me back I could not bring him. They indicated at that time that they had a few private questions for me first. I knew this would be the "do you feel safe at home" screening questions (I support these), so I said "Okay, but he comes in for the exam."

They took me back, did not even ask those questions, and when the time came to bring him in, I was again told he could not come.

I am on the edge of a panic attack and now I am angry because this is both inhumane and a clear violation of the ADA. I am also barely able to speak articulately let alone advocate for myself because I am in a rough patch and totally alone in a scary environment that has now proved itself threatening.

The exam turned out to be unnecessary, thankfully, so I didn't push the issue and just got through the appointment and got out of there so I could have something to eat and stop shivering. But it made me sick inside, and I rapidly regretted not staying to speak to someone about it.

I used the portal and the phone to send a message asking the manager to call me about it, stating that I felt disrespected and unsafe, and that my right to reasonable accommodation for my disability had been seemingly ignored.

And to my utter SHOCK I got a call back from the manager who listened to me describe the incident, IMMEDIATELY apologized, and then told me that due to that incident and something else that happened this morning, they had a staff meeting to make sure it never happened again and it is now "set in stone" that patients may have someone they choose in the room with them. She was probably very aware that breaking the ADA in such a clear-cut way is really bad.

She also seemed personally sorry, and was very professional. Apparently the issue was that some staff were under the impression that the clinic was still using COVID protocols, which include not allowing anybody but the patient back. Which still would have been invalid in the face of "reasonable accommodations as outlined in the ADA", but it explains the confusion somewhat. They were just prioritizing rules over people, specifically disabled people, which is sadly typical.

The apology does not eliminate the last 24 hours of feeling like I'm doomed to be disrespected everyfuckingwhere I goddamned go, how scary it is to be devalued and dehumanized, and how helpless and hopeless it feels to be turned against by a clinic that prides itself on inclusivity. It doesn't take away feeling very depressed and being largely unable to sleep, or the fact that this has reinforced, again, the knowledge that I cannot let my guard down with medical professionals in the moment, even if changes are later made. Apologies don't fix everything. I came out of this another step behind, warier, less trusting. The only bright side is that MAYBE in the future this one clinic will fuck around with me less and with others less. I maybe helped fix a thing.

But I DO have the manager on a recording saying it won't happen again. So I can hold them to it. And I hope the people who were unclear on whether or not disabled people have the right to ask for what they need are very clear on the concept now.

[katnisspeetaprim]

They're Gonna Know. How would they know?

Jungkook/Reader Requests Open!!

Summary: You go to Coachella with your boyfriend Jungkook, who thinks he is invisible.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of being followed.

Word Count: 950 M.list

Jungkook really thought that he was slick. The day before you left for Coachella, he’d proudly announced to you that he’d cut his bangs so nobody would recognise him at the festival.

‘Kook. I think people will still know.’ You stared at him in disbelief as you stuffed a few last minute essentials into your travel bag.

‘Ah Y/N it will be fine! Trust me!’ He assured you, fully believing you could both be inconspicuous at the event. Jungkook emerged from the bathroom shirtless and got into bed as you placed your bag by the door.

‘You finally found an outfit?’ He questioned, knowing that you had been stressing about what to wear, ever since he first bought the tickets.

‘Yeah. I just hope I look as good as I think I do in it, since it’s probably gonna be all over the internet.’ You shuddered at the thought of people sneaking photos of you. You weren’t famous like Jungkook so it took you a long time to get used to the paparazzi when you first started dating, in fact you almost broke up with him over a particular incident of someone following you home, since you were concerned for your safety. Thankfully though, everything worked out in the end. . You both met when you began working at BigHit in 2017 as an intern, having since worked your way up the ranks.

You got into bed and lay down in front of Jungkook so he could spoon you.

‘You look amazing in anything Y/N. Trust me, we’ll have a great time!’

(line break)

You and Jungkook were now standing in the middle of the crowd waiting for BlackPink to start. Your outfit went down better than expected. He had practically jumped on you that morning when he saw it.

For the most part, people were surprisingly respectful, leaving you both be, or just coming up to say hello. Though you couldn’t help but notice when people took photos of you from a distance, making you a little nervous. Some did it discreetly, trying to cover their phones, whilst others made it obvious what their intent was.

‘I told you we’d be fine!’ jungkook spoke as he placed his arm round your shoulders.

‘You not noticed the wannabe paparazzi all round us?’ You mused, turning to wrap your arms round him from the side.

‘They are just enamoured by your sexiness is all.’ He laughed, stroking your bare shoulder.

‘Shut up! Don’t say things like that.’ You groaned, subconsciously tugging our skirt down.

‘Just ignore them jagi.’ He smiled and kissed your head. You looked up to him and puckered up your lips. He chuckled at you, but never the less, leaned down and gave you a quick peck.

‘I should have bought a jacket. It’s cooler than I thought.’ You sighed as you cuddled closer into his side. You thought that you would be warm enough, given the fact that you would be in the middle of a massive crowd, but for some reason you couldn’t get warm.

‘Ah Y/N, you should have said. Here.’ He detangled himself from you and began removing his jacket, leaving him in his over sized t-shirt.

‘Kook you don’t need to. Wont you be cold too?’ You felt bad as he draped the garment round your shoulders.

‘Don’t worry about me. You know I run warm.’ He smiled brightly. ‘Besides, you can just cuddle up to me if you’re worried.’ He flashed his teeth as he grinned at you.

‘Ok then.’ You agreed and slipped your arms through the holes, pulling it closed around you, reassuming your position against him.

The two of you ended up having an amazing time at the festival. Even though it wasn’t something you usually did, the whole festival thing, spending time with Jungkook made it worth it. This was especially the case since he was now getting busier, and things were heating up thanks to his new campaign with Calvin Klein. Unfortunately, you could only stay for one day, since he wanted to be back in Korea for when Hoseok left for the military, which of course you understood.

Not even a few hours after you left Coachella, dozens of phots and videos started popping up online of the two of you. Videos of you cuddling seemed to pop off the most, everybody gushing at the cute couple. Then when people saw he gave you his coat, fans fell more in love with him.

‘He’s such a gentleman!’

‘Why can’t I find a man like that?’

And so on. Then there were the people who were making fun of him for believing that he wouldn’t be noticed because of his bangs. You had a field day scrolling through all the TikTok’s making light of the situation.

‘See! I told you!’ You exclaimed triumphantly as you showed him another video.’

‘Aish.... Why do ARMY love making fun of me?’ He flopped down dramatically at the kitchen counter.

‘It’s your fault! If you hadn’t said what you did, then ARMY wouldn’t have anything to make fun of!’ You laughed, referring back to the picture he posted, stating that he thought he would be able to attend quietly.

'Look, here’s a nice edit. They even call you a dream boyfriend!’ You showed him a nice edit in an attempt to cheer him up. Jungkook stared at the video for a second before looking over to you.

‘I am the best aren’t I?’ He smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

‘Yeah sure you are.’ You got up and ruffled his fluffy hair as you walked by. ‘You need a haircut by the way!’ You shouted back over your shoulder.

[bangtaninborderland]

KTH- Quiet Getaway

You were used to Taehyung surprising you, wether it be with a new dog, a new car, a new dress to match his favourite suits or even a bouquet of flowers. So the fact he had planned an entire week holiday to Japan should have been nothing, but it was not.

He hasn’t booked a room at a hotel instead renting an entire house, accompanied with a pool, a tennis court and even a mini golf court.

It was safe to say you were amazed, taehyung was much more privy to these luxuries than you, even though he always made it clear you was entirely welcome to join him and the members on their travel you always felt like something of an imposter.

He was always quick to reassure you that you wasn’t the case. However the last incident had put you out of commission for attending any kind of luxury places for the near future, even the thought alone made you cringe.

You had accompanied Taehyung on a trip to Paris for fashion week, he had been personally invited by celine. The brand had wanted him to attend so much so that they sent a private jet to accommodate his travel.

Fans had lined the streets of Paris chanting for Taehyung and he bounced between the fashion houses and various stores. Your relationship with taehyung hadn’t been made public, instead you had both decided along with the company that they would portray you as a staff member to ensure you both had privacy.

You tried to explain that to the security guard at one of the Luxury stores but he was not in the mode to listen, instead directing you back to stand with the other fans hoping to catch a glimpse of the idol.

You tried to text taehyung to let him know that you had gotten stuck in the crowd outside and soon enough he came to rescued you, having his manager explain to the security that you too was supposed to be with Tae. The security guard has apologised profusely and you had accepted wanting the situation to be over but it couldn’t held the embarrassment you felt.

The thought that you could not be someone to THE Kim Taehyung was somewhat disappointed but he made sure to keep you happy through the day, he asked the manager to walk beside you to prevent it happening again but you declined telling him you were going to head back to the hotel.

You felt bad at seeing the worried look flash across his eyes but you dismissed it with a smile saying you were just dealing with a bout of jetlag.

He didn’t believe you and you knew that as such but he still wanted to explore and had a few more meetings to attend so he let you go, discreetly kissing you in the back of the car before having the driver drop you off at the hotel.

You felt humiliated as you climbed into the bathtub, you cried until your eyes were sore. You knew Tae would ask but you had no way to explain how demeaning it felt to have someone deem you as “not enough” to be a staff member, let alone his girlfriend.

It hadn’t been the first time it had happened in the three years you had been together, the memories of being pushed aside by security at concerts or fan sign events had given you some what of a fear to attending. It didn’t mean you supported him any less just that you wanted to save him the trouble of continuously rescuing you.

When he got back to the hotel that day he had already planned an apology, coming in with flowers and your favourite chocolates and food. He held you for a while, explaining how sorry he was, how he should have noticed. You tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault but he was firm that it was, that he should have put you first.

That was 7 months ago and you hadn’t gone with him to any event since, he knew it wasn’t a personal thing, he knew you loved him, he truly could understand.

You were ready to decline when he asked you to come on a trip with him but he assured you that it would only be you two, no camera, no schedule, just a couple having a week long trip.

The flight was quiet, thankfully you’d avoided Kmedia and no one happened to recognise either of you. You still hadn’t gotten used to the luxuries of first class but Tae was making sure to fulfil your every whim. You loved how much effort he put in to try and make it such a memorable experience for you both.

“Baby we landed, you gotta get up.” He shook you lightly, his voice gruff as if he too had just woken up. You found his disheveled hair adorable as you reached up to card a hand through it before standing up.

“Do you have everything?” You asked before you both began following the instructions to exit the flight to which he nodded, lacing his hand in your own as he guided you off.

He had already planned for a driver to take you to the place you were suppose to be staying at. The drive was quiet, both of you taking in the sights and trying to recover from the tiredness.

You audibly gasped as you see the house for the first time.

“It’s called rusutsu chalet.” He explained. As he climbed out the car, thanking the driver as he helped you bring your luggage inside.

You made note of the artwork on the walls, something that was very much Taheyungs style.

“What do you think” He laughed as he nudged you further into the house, giving you the go ahead to explore as much as you wanted to.

You were at a loss for words, you’d never seen something so high class, secretly you were afraid to touch anything, it all seemed so delicate and not something you could afford to replace.

It was truly stunning, you were unsure how anyone could stay here, the house belonged in a museum.

You had wandered around for nearly twenty minuets, enjoying and exploring the property, even peeking outside before Tae called you over to the extremely large couch.

“There’s something I want to explain.” He said with his lips pursed, a focused look on his face only making you worry.

You walked over to him painfully slow, was this where he ended it?

Rationally you knew it made no sense to bring you all the way here to break up with you but you’d never seen him this serious when it came to a conversation with you.

“What’s wrong Te?” You asked, keeping your voice as neutral as possible.

He buried his head into your neck forcing you to lay backwards where he kept you for a while before pulling himself up and you along with. You weren’t sure whether you were going to have sex or be made single but either way you were highly confused.

“I paid for this, for us.” He explained, gesturing round to the house.

You nodded, of course he had. “I know Tae, I wish you’d let me help pay it must be so expensive for the week.”

He shakes his head sighing. “No I mean I brought it for us, the house.”

“You did what?!” You shot up, thrown off by the unexpected revelation.

He laughed, gently pulling you back down to the couch. “I know that every time we go somewhere the majority of it you’re too worried to be shut out, too worried to be a burden. I called the airline and set up my card with them. Any time you want to enjoy yourself you just call them and book a flight here. I thought it would give us somewhere private where you could enjoy all the wonderful things you haven’t been able to. I also thought it would be better to have a second place to go to so that when we want to be together but it’s too busy in Korea we can come here.”

“So this is what you were doing last week when you said you had to sign contracts!” You slapped his arm playfully.

He laugh nodding. “I want you to feel as important, regardless of our income or job titles I want you to know that with me you are my equal. There will never be a place I go that you are not welcome.”

“Tae..” Your vision blurred as he engulfed you in a hug, you didn’t mind the way his hair ticketed your face or the way you were twisted uncomfortably. This was the most selfless thing anyone had ever done for you.

“Do you like it?” He asks again, this time more hopeful.

“Although I’m not happy that you didn’t talk to me about it because god this looks so expensive I think if I ever knew I’d cry, I am so touched that you would create a place for us that was our own.” You kissed him, letting your hands roam across his stomach, dipping daringly below his waist band.

His breath hitched, a sign telling you that his calm composure was a facade. “You know, we live together right? Back home? We always have a place that’s our own. Wherever you are is where I want to be.”

“Such a thoughtful boyfriend aren’t you Tae Tae ?” You whisper against his ear, feeling your own excitement pool between your legs.

You was not expecting it as he bent down, picking you up in his arms as if you was a baby as he headed towards the stairs.

“Tae! Put me down!” You squealed.

He landed a spank to your ass, effectively silencing you. “Nope. I’m going to fuck you in every single room of our house.”

“I love you Kim Taehyung.” You whispered breathlessly.

“I adore you most, my love.”

[itsblasttothepast]

I just wanna say that you defending Checo is the best part of my day.

This whole situation is tiring and I really would love for RBR to finally make some official decisions because I have had enough of all the speculations and people saying Sergio will be out even though he has a contract and he said multiple times he will be back after the break.

I don't understand why people think him and Max hate each other (more so why RBR posting Max/Daniel video or them flying together to Monaco where they both live would be a proof of that) when they said over and over again that they have a good relationship and Max is defending Checo every weekend - I doubt PR could force him to do that, he doesn't look like the type to play into PR games.

The whole "Daniel vs Sergio" is a horrible situation made worse by media and the "fans" because I don't see them acting any different around each other (though the whole incident with Daniel's team spreading rumours still gives me an ick) and I don't know why being friends with Max is somehow taken into consideration???? Like Daniel is his best friend on the grid, he said that many many times and because of that he can't like Checo? Where's the logic? It's very preschool to say that: "he's my best friend and only mine and he can't be friends with anyone else". Ridiculous.

It was fine for a moment but it turned really toxic rather quickly and it's disgusting, it is possible to like a driver without hating their competitors. Also, I don't think Daniel proved himself enough to take the seat mid season, (Yuki beaten him almost always) and it wouldn't make sense to reverse all the progress Sergio made to put the entire WCC on an unknown. But I agree Checo needs to do better - he had a terrible luck lately and made some mistakes but he wasn't that bad, not sure what it is because he was flying in quali and then got fucked over with the strategy but he deserves a fair chance (and please don't get me started on the whole "they fired Pierre and Alex for less" because it's a completely different situation - they were not fighting for the top spot then)

Sorry for the rant, I'm just really sick of this situation.

(Also because apparently it's important in the whole debate somehow - I am a Checo fan, I'm indifferent towards Daniel and RBR and I am from Europe)

Don't worry anon, I love good rants, particularly from Checo fans, you are amazing, and I hug you so hard!

I do agree Checo has made mistakes, but he was improving. It's something I can't understand, some practices he's really good, and then qualy ends awfully and has to make it up in the race. In this race in particularly, I do blame RBR for the drop in places. Checo complained about the energy thing (I only know the words in Spanish, sorry, but something about needing power because he was too slow) and the tyre thing... I think Horner knows they fucked up, because he said that 'this race won't have an impact in Checo's future in RBR', whatever, I don't believe you Horner. Yesterday in qualy, he almost stays at Q2 because his engineer made a mistake, the team is having a hard time with the strategies and it shows, particularly with Checo.

I'm with you, RBR needs to just say something about this instead of letting everyone (press, haters and fans of other drivers) run wild with the rumours.

The fact that people still believe Max hates Checo baffles me. They say he has to act like this because PR stuff, but Max is Max. Let's remember their divorce in 2022, shots were fired, frosty things during PR... they really think Max would just pretend for PR? Particularly the touchy feely way he is with Checo? But whatever, they can think that, if only didn't mean spewing shit about Checo, but no, they have to say nasty things about him.

I understand how you feel anon, and feel free to share your thoughts here, is a Checo fans Space for all of us, loving that you are european, I'm biased because the press is mean, but I know Checo has fans there, so glad to meet (sorta) one of them!

So anon, being a Checo fan:

[roxasthatisastick]

So, wasn't there something weird about Player?

So, its been almost two years since KHUX wrapped up, and there's something I'm still thinking about.

Isn't it odd, how Player didn't speak for such a long time in Kingdom Hearts χ? It took almost fifteen months for them to speak their first words during Ephemera's introduction.

But, while its easy to say its because Player is supposed to be a silent protagonist, that gets less and less true as the game went on.

Player has quite the speech during Quest 555, or Quest 979, for example. Player certainly has things to say, and certainly makes choices beyond what we, the audience, would choose for ourselves.

So then, why is Player so quiet, especially at first?

Well, Kingdom Hearts has an example of this before.

Xion.

I don't think Player had a heart, before Quest 362. More than that, I don't think they were a nobody, since the timeline on that makes no sense.

I think Player is a replica.

Puppet Without a Heart:

First off though, lets break down why I believe Player doesn't have a heart for a second.

The first time Player speaks, its to Ephemera. But what I haven't mentioned is that Player has interacted with keyblade wielders before that.

Right before that, in fact, by the standard of KHUX. In Quest 231, Player has a short interaction with another set of wielders, where they don't talk at all.

The quest goes about standard with Player hunting some new heartless along with some other wielders. They all promise to meet up, afterwards.

But, unfortunately, they don't make it back.

(They certainly have a bad history with 'promises.')

I think this, along with all of their other adventures (Olympus in particular we'll be getting back to), was the inciting incident for their heart coming into life.

As Ansem the Wise said, "The heart has always been quick to grow. Each exposure to light, to the natural world, to other people, shapes this most malleable part inside of us." This is true of nobodies, but its even faster in replicas.

So if Player's a replica, why are they a replica? Who made them?

Easy.

If you are going to tell me Master of Master's wouldn't make replicas, I don't know what to say.

And he clearly he has some capabilities. looking at Chirithy.

But then, wouldn't every wielder be a replica then? Well, I don't know about that. For one thing, we clearly have some families in the wielders, looking Laurium and Strelitzia.

No, I think Master of Masters made only the one replica.

Player... and in doing so, sowed the seeds for the Nightmare Chirithy.

I Said We'd Get Back to Olympus

So, Master of Masters, when it comes to gaslighting and manipulating his students, truly leaves nothing to chance. He leaves lots of other things to chance, but not that.

So when he told everyone there was a ~nightmare Chirithy~, surely he'd already set that into motion.

But, as far as we can tell, when wielders go dark, most of them don't get a Nightmare, they fall. And, disappear immediately after.

So there's only the one Nightmare Chirithy: ours.

And they have a connection to the Foretellers, that never really got expanded upon.

But then, how did Master of Masters guarentee that we'd gain a Nightmare?

Well, Player explored the worlds, was exposed to people, light... and darkness. Olympus, and its darkness, also happens before we meet Ephemera, and we develop our heart.

Darkness is as much a part of our heart as any modern character. And thus, we have Nightmares.

....that said, I think that's the extent of his manipulations on Player.

The Book of Prophecies, very clearly, doesn't write down everything, and I'm not sure Luxu ever really heard about Player in detail.

For Luxu, our story is that of a background NPC. Player's choices, and their refusal of fate, goes unwritten.

The way the story ends for Player is different than the Book, because Master of Master's never foresaw their bonds.

So everything changed.

Except that, well, Player is still a replica.

I have no idea what effect this will have on the future of the games, but the subtext and foreshadowing is so clear I'm not sure why I've never read this theory from others before!

Anyways, replica!player forever! Have a good day!

[your-divine-ribs]

Incredible

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Anyone who follows my main blog knows I’m obsessed with Van’s hands so when I saw the above post on here I knew I had to write something // friends/housemates to lovers // smut of course (it’s Sunday)

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"Damn it!" You cry out, frustrated as your finger slips off the guitar string and an ugly twanging sound emanates from the instrument as you attempt to strum. "I'm never gonna get the hang of this. It's too hard!"

"Maybe we should take a break, we can try again in a little while."

Van eyes you warily with a sympathetic look on his face, and for some reason this just makes you even more determined. It can't be that hard. He makes it look so simple, the way he effortlessly picks at the strings and the way his dexterous fingers move gracefully over the frets.

Oh but his hands...

Now you're distracted again but you can't help it. His hands are just so beautiful, large broad palms with long, supple fingers. He has his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and you can see raised veins protruding under his skin. You never even realised having a hand kink was a thing until Van became the current object of your desires. Now you can't take your eyes off them and you're beginning to wonder whether you should have asked someone else to teach you how to play your new guitar instead.

"But I don't want to stop... not yet. You know how I hate to give up on things." You shift where you sit, pulling the acoustic guitar closer to your body. "Can you just show me the C chord again? Just one more time? If I can get the hang of this one then we can have a break, okay?"

You've been close friends with Van for years now and house-mates for just three months, but last weekend you'd slept together, and we're not just talking 'good mates sharing a bed and a bit of platonic cuddling' sleeping together. In fact not much sleeping occurred at all. You'd both stumbled home drunk from the pub after Van had offered to take you out to drown your sorrows after your latest relationship had broken down, and somehow one thing had led to another. You weren't even sure who'd made the first move now as your recollections were so hazy, but it had been loud and messy and passionate, clothes torn from bodies in haste, kisses searing skin, hips clashing desperately. It wouldn't have been so bad if you'd addressed the incident when you'd first woken up, but instead you'd just gathered up your clothes and sidled out of Van's bedroom the next morning, shamefaced and embarrassed whilst he'd still been snoring. Neither one of you had mentioned it since.

And now here you are, sitting cross-legged opposite Van on the floor of your living room, trying to concentrate on chords and finger patterns when your mind is in the gutter just from watching him innocently strum.

"Okay," he smiles. "So you need three fingers for C, but they each need to be on a different fret. It's a bit of a stretch at first, but you'll get the hang of it. Just watch me... watch where I place my fingers."

And you do watch, seeing how he curls his slender fingers around the neck of his guitar, his index, middle and ring finger depressing three strings, spanning the frets effortlessly. "And you only strum the bottom five strings for this one." He lightly strums with the other hand to demonstrate. "See... it's simple."

You offer him a mock scowl as you strain to get the correct positioning. "Simple for you maybe with those freakishly long fingers of yours!"

Van chuckles, pretending to take offence. "Hey, less of the freak-talk! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to disrespect your teachers?"

You stick your tongue out at him playfully. "Sorry Sir!"

"That's better," he smirks back at you. "Now come on, try again. I know you can do it."

"Ughhh," you grumble, getting your index and middle finger into position but then failing to reach the third fret. "It's impossible, I can't reach."

"C'mon, don't give up," he says in encouragement. "It just takes practice, that's all. You'll find if ya keep doing it your fingers'll get used to it. I don't even have to think about it now, it's like muscle memory."

You try again, twisting your hand, your ring finger hovering over the correct position. It's not comfortable but you manage it... just.

"Yay I did it!" You squeal, transfixed with watching the way Van's beaming smile lights up his whole face instead of the guitar in your lap as you go to strum, your lapse in concentration meaning that your finger slips yet again.

"Ah shit!" You curse, rubbing the tips of your fingers with your thumb. They feel bruised from the pressure of the hard strings. "I swear these strings are made out of razor wire, my fingers are so sore."

"Everyone gets sore fingers at first, especially on acoustic, it's the steel strings," he explains. "Ya have to toughen 'em up. I was the same when I first started, I hated it in fact. After a while it didn't bother me though. They get all hard and calloused up after a while. Look at 'em now!"

He swings his guitar around and off his lap, setting it on the floor, shuffling over to you on his bum. He's so close that your knees knock together. He offers you his left hand, waggling his fingers in your face and you hesitate, unsure what he's asking of you, your pulse rate automatically increasing with his proximity.

"Go on, look at 'em!" He urges. "Feel 'em! Feel my fingertips."

He looks so eager that you can't refuse, taking hold of his outstretched hand in both of yours and looking down to study it. His skin is warm and the backs of his hands are surprisingly soft, but sure enough there are small callouses on each fingertip, the skin tough and hardened after years of pressing down on the unforgiving strings.

"See what I mean?" He says, but you don't look up at him when you nod a reply. You're enjoying holding his hand a little too much, your fingers gently stroking over the rough patches of skin, your pulse starting to quicken as your mind races with a million thoughts which definitely don't involve Van's abilities at playing a musical instrument. You're wondering what those fingers would feel like dipping below the hem of your skirt and trailing up the bare skin of your inner thighs. Even though you've already been intimate you were both too tipsy to take your time and really appreciate the moment and each other's bodies. It's all a hazy blur... more's the pity.

"Okay... can I have my hand back now?" Van laughs and it snaps you out of your day-dreaming.

"Oh... err... yeah... sure," you mumble, your embarrassment increasing, letting go immediately.

"Unless ya wanna keep hold of it of course..."

You're still not looking directly at Van but you can hear the teasing tone in his voice, you can picture the mischievous smile stretched wide on his lips. Your cheeks are glowing but there's nowhere to hide. He's too close. You decide to laugh it off.

"No thanks!" You scoff, finally looking up to meet his eyes which are glowing playfully. "Why the hell would I wanna do that?"

"Well... there's a lot that can be said for these freakishly long fingers of mine if you must know..."

"Oh really?" You roll your eyes dramatically, trying to ignore the embers that are sparking down low in your body at the way his voice has dropped to a deeper, more sultry tone. "You got some secret special talent or something?"

He looks back at you, his cheeky grin practically splitting his face in two. "Mmm... maybe I have."

Fuck... why does he have to be so gorgeous? It's a bad idea to get involved with your house-mate. You know it is. Last week was a mistake. A stupid, drunken one. But still you can't resist the temptation to flirt back.

"So... you gonna tell me what it is then?"

You look at him eagerly, your bottom lip caught in your teeth. You know that he can see the colour in your cheeks now but you're past caring. He's wearing the same hue, albeit muted on his pale skin. There's no mistaking the tension in the air, it's heavy and full of the sort of chemistry that makes your heart pound and your body thrum. You feel like a tuning fork, resonating on his frequency.

"I could do," he says, and you see him reach over in your outer field of vision, feel the guitar lift off your lap as he grabs it and moves it aside. "Or I could just show you..."

It all happens so quickly. One moment your eyes are fixed on each others, the next he's lunging forward, one hand curling around the back of your neck, the other cupping your face, pulling you to him in a rush of heat.

"Van!" You gasp out a split second before his lips crash against yours, any further words snatched right out of your mouth and swallowed by his hungry lips. He lets out a low moan as his tongue slips between your lips and the sound reverberates somewhere deep inside you, igniting a need for him that catches you unawares. It's desperate and fierce, increasing with each passing second as your lips press against each others with bruising desire, any hesitance melting away in an instant.

"Can't stop thinking about you," he admits breathily in between kisses, his hands wandering down to your ass as he grabs handfuls of your flesh, hauling your body effortlessly up and on to his lap. "Ever since last weekend. The feel of your lips... your hands... your... everything. God, I want you so much... wanna hear you moan like that again."

His words rile you up even more and you eagerly straddle his lap, your hands winding around the back of his head to tangle in his hair. "Why didn't you say something? I've been walking on egg-shells this past week. I was so worried we'd made a mistake... thought maybe you regretted it."

"Me?" His voice goes high. "You were the one who sneaked out and didn't say a word! I thought I'd messed up jumping on you like I did."

So... he was the one who'd made the first move then. You can't hold back the self-satisfied smile that emerges on your lips. You push your pelvis into his so there's no mistaking that you want this just as much as he does. "Maybe we ought to do it again... you know... just to make sure it's what we both want."

"I couldn't agree more," he smirks back, needing little encouragement. His hands are already gripping the hem of your skirt and pulling it up around your hips, his lips on your neck, peppering it with hot, wet kisses. "Wanna see how incredible I am with these hands then?" He mumbles against your skin.

God, he's so fucking cocky sometimes, but far from it putting you off it actually turns you on. You don't doubt for a second that those fingers can create more than just beautiful music and you're already throbbing at the thought.

"Uh-huh," you breathe, tipping your head back to extend your neck, eyes fluttering shut until you hear Van let out a low chuckle.

"Oh, very cute," he muses as you feel his fingertips gently tugging on the elastic waistband of your panties.

You groan internally as you crane your neck to follow his gaze, realising you're wearing the most ridiculous pair of novelty panties, the day of the week emblazoned across the front in a garish pink font.

"Scared you'll forget what day of the week it is or summat?"

"Ah crap," you grumble, your cheeks glowing scarlet with embarrassment as Van traces the lettering with a fingertip, a featherlight touch that sends shivers of heat sparking through your core. "I didn't know this was gonna happen did I? I'm not exactly... uhh... prepared."

"Don't worry love, I'll make sure you don't forget today in a hurry," he mutters self-assuredly, his smile salacious.

You swallow hard, your voice coming out shaky as his fingertips hook under the waistband, starting to inch them down your hips. "Show me then."

There's an awkward moment of fumbling where you try to assist Van with shedding your underwear, your limbs getting entangled as you slide off his lap. Then he's easing your body down carefully on to the carpeted floor beside him, softly smiling down on you as you feel a warm hand slide between your thighs, gently parting them. His touch feels amazing on your skin.

"I've liked you for ages ya know," he says in an awed tone, his fingertips gliding upwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "I never knew you felt the same way though. Thought you reckoned I was just the annoying loud one in the group."

"You are the annoying loud one," you smirk up at him teasingly, a quiet gasp escaping as you feel his fingertips connect with the sensitive flesh between your thighs. "I still fancy you like mad though."

His touch is gentle, teasing as he slides it upwards through your folds, exploring your warm wetness. He brushes over your clit lightly, eliciting a tiny whimper from you, heat in his eyes simmering in recognition of the effect he's having on you.

"You're so pretty love... wanna make you feel good."

He circles your clit a few times, experimenting with different motions and pressures, all the time watching you closely, listening keenly for the tell-tale whimpers that fall from your lips when he catches exactly the right spot.

"Fuck Van," you whisper, feeling self-conscious under the intensity of his gaze. You attempt to turn your head away but he catches your jaw with his free hand, tilting your face back up to his.

"Don't hide away... please. You're gorgeous like this."

He dips his head to press his lips to yours again, his breath hot in your mouth whilst the calloused roughness of his fingers stroke up and down, parting your lips and spreading your wetness around.

It's like the rest of the world ceases to exist. The air around you is thick and expectant, the only sounds punctuating the quiet the wet smacking sounds of Van's lips and your erratic breaths. When he pulls back to look at you he looks fucking perfect... his full lips saliva-slick and swollen from your kisses, his ocean eyes heavy-lidded and hazed over with lust and affection. You want him. You want him so bad you can feel the ache in your very bones.

"Mmm... need more," you murmur, tipping your hips upwards, spreading your legs even wider, buzzing with arousal.

"Don't worry babe, I'm gonna take care of you," he whispers into the shell of your ear, his lips trailing down to suck a reminder of this moment on to the flesh of your neck.

You feel a fingertip travelling lower, tracing your slit, pushing gently inside. It feels so good your hips piston even further up in response, craving more. You whimper keenly, your breath coming out in hot choked bursts.

"Feels good, huh?" He purrs, sliding another digit into your slick heat, your walls clenching and fluttering at the contact. Your response is a mewl of pleasure as he twists his hand to press the heel of his palm against your swollen nub, plunging his fingers deeper as he rocks his hand, creating a sweet friction that has your legs instantly trembling.

He's slow to start, fucking into you deliberately with his slender fingers, his gaze unwavering as he intently watches for every tiny spasm on your features to guide him. The intensity of the moment is incredible, any embarrassment or self-consciousness you felt before now completely disintegrated, your hips rolling eagerly to meet his every thrust.

"So good... so good for me," he utters quietly, tenderly smoothing your hair back with one hand, the other in contrast plunging into you harder and faster, his fingers flexing and curling, stretching you out in the most agonisingly divine way.

Your eyes roll before fluttering shut, your mouth hanging open, whimpers and sighs and moans spilling forth as the pressure builds uncontrollably in your core. And then... all of a sudden... an unexpected burst of heat, a flash of brilliance behind the darkness of your eyelids. You moan loud and drawn out, your face screwing up in ecstasy.

"There?" Van says, his voice thick with arousal, his skilled fingers expertly caressing a hidden spot deep inside, faster and faster, the heel of his hand sliding over your pulsing clit again and again.

"YES... oh god yes... don't stop!" You choke out, your words broken sobs of pleasure, tears spilling over on to your hot cheeks as you shoot out a hand to grasp Van's forearm. You hold on tight, nails digging harshly into his flesh, making him hiss. He just increases the pressure and the pace, relentless.

It's too much... way too fucking much... it feels like your entire being is going to explode into smithereens as your body starts convulsing, your back and hips arching up off the floor and crashing back down like a wave as you cry out.

"Fuck... fuck... FUCK!"

Everything goes fuzzy for a moment, your body finally going slack, your eyes screwed shut as you shiver with aftershocks.

"Fuckin' 'ell..." you hear Van mutter, his voice a low whisper filled with awe-like wonder, and that's when you come round enough to feel it.

"Wha..." you begin, eyes flicking open and legs snapping shut as you scrabble to hoist your body up into a sitting position. There's a sticky wetness between your legs that's way beyond what you'd normally expect and you're caught between horror and embarrassment and bewilderment until you glance up at Van and see his smug look of amazement as he proudly assesses his handiwork.

"Woah... that was so fucking hot! Have you ever... I mean does that normally happen when you come?"

"No, never!" You squeal, the heat of humiliation combining with exhilaration and astonishment that your own body's been hiding this particular capability from you for all of these years... not only have you just had the most intense and powerful orgasm of your life but he made you fucking squirt. "I didn't even realise I could! Oh my god I'm so embarrassed right now!"

You shift on the floor, feeling the dampness that's gathered beneath you, quickly tugging your skirt down to cover your modesty before your hands are flying up to hide your fiery cheeks. Van's on his knees in an instant, hands wrapping gently around your wrists, easing them away so he can see your face clearly.

"Don't be embarrassed... please! Seriously... I'm not lying when I say that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life..." He trails off, eyes full of wonderment with a smile bright enough to burn through the deepest and darkest of doubts. He tangles his fingers in yours, entwining them and pulling your hands into his lap. "You're amazing and beautiful and sweet... and if that wasn't enough to make me lose my goddamn mind whenever we're in the same room together, now I have the knowledge that I can make you sq..."

"Van… stop!" You cry, cutting him off abruptly before he can elaborate, pretending to frown as you see his brows pull together quizzically.

"What?"

"I'm never gonna hear the end of this now am I?" You shake your head, giggling as his trademark mischievous grin takes over.

"Well... there is one particular way you can get me to shut up if you must know..."

He's looking at you like you've just rocked his entire world and you're on a high yourself, a warm fizz of excitement blooming in your gut as your mind whirls with thoughts of what the future could hold for the two of you. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he smiles, warm and adoring. "Kiss me."

[bokutosmochi]

"PLEASE PRETEND TO BE MY BOYFRIEND, SOMEONE'S FOLLOWING ME"

what's it? general

allergen warning/s? mentions of harassment/stalking,

sugar level? 0.9k

names for the order? gojo satoru, geto suguru, sukuna ryomen (kinda ooc), fushiguro toji, nanami kento

regulars? @hanayanetwork​, @tahonet​, @tokyometronetwork​

GOJO SATORU:

"please pretend to be my boyfriend, someone's following me."

throws an arm around you without missing a beat. his boyish smirk doesn't fade from his lips when you suddenly wrap your arms around him from behind and whisper those words into his ears. "darling, where've you been? don't tell me you're getting all shy on me, bunny." he peeks at the man who made you so uncomfortable and glares, making it known he was aware of his presence and isn't about to back down and let anything bad happen to you. lets you lead without making it too obvious in the instance you brought your car with you -- he'd want to escort you safely to the vehicle. then, in the instance you didn't bring your car with you, would stroll through town, you in his arms until the strange man was out of sight. he wouldn't stop talking to you the whole time, trying to cement the not-fact that you were together so he'd back off. it's only then when he knows you're safe that he drops the suave act and asks if you're okay. will stay with you while you call your friend or an uber.

GETO SUGURU:

"please pretend to be my boyfriend, someone's following me."

gets a little startled by your presence and narrows his eyes at you when he doesn't know the reasoning for you doing what you did. when he finds out why, that's when he throws an arm around your shoulders and start walking again. "been looking all over for you." takes little glances at the creep who was bothering you. it doesn't matter to him if the person knew he was on to him or not, either way it's still beneficial to the both of you -- he'd back off regardless if he was smart. while he might not be the buffest guy out there, he was definitely intimidating. would only ask you about where your whereabouts and more information about the man, whether you knew him or not, then the occasional small talk. he'd ask you if you brought your car with you, if you said yes, he'd let you lead the way. if you said no, he'd take you to a nearby convenience store and let you call whoever, a friend, an uber, what ever it is you preferred.

NANAMI KENTO:

"please pretend to be my boyfriend, someone's following me."

remains relaxed and composed when you approach him, but on the inside, he's very alarmed. "sweetheart, i've been looking all over for you!" he flashes you one of his rare smiles before engulfing your hand with his and walking side-by-side. would ask about how you're feeling and things about the man. if he learns you took your car with you, he'd let you take the lead, if not, he'd offer you a ride home or wherever it is you feel safest. obviously, would not be offended if you declined it. would stay with you while you called a friend or an uber. very discreetly takes glances at whoever this person it and takes mental notes of what he looks like, any unique markings like visible birthmarks, tattoos, piercings, and the such, hair color, height, build, ethnicity, eye color, if he can. will definitely be reporting this to the police when you part ways because he doesn't want this incident to happen again.

SUKUNA RYOMEN:

"please pretend to be my boyfriend, someone's following me."

tsks and pulls away from your touch at first when he doesn't register your words. the moment he does, puts an arm around your shoulder kind of grumpily like he doesn't want to do it. truthfully, he'd rather not, but he'd also rather you be safe so he's left with no choice. wouldn't really care about the man. he just wants you to be safe, nothing more, nothing less. wouldn't even talk to you except for his lackluster greeting of "there you are, sweetheart.", then him asking if you brought a car with you or not when you've steered clear of the guy. if you did, he'd walk you to where you parked the vehicle and bid you goodbye with an awkward "drive safe, alright?" and you didn't, he'd tell you to call a friend or an uber right then and there. the thought of just leaving you there did cross his mind, but he quickly brushed it off. isn't really fond of the whole thing, but he isn't going to let something bad happen to someone innocent either.

FUSHIGURO TOJI :

"please pretend to be my boyfriend, someone's following me."

glares menacingly at you when you first cling onto his arm, but once you explain the situation to him, he visibly relaxes and pulls you closer to him by your waist with a small murmur of "c'mere, sweetheart" he lightens his voice as to not make you more afraid than you already were. he looks behind you and does not hesitate to lock eyes with the creep. the scar on his lip quirks up as he smirks, "try something, i dare ya'". waits for a few seconds and when the man breaks eye contact and rapidly walks the opposite way, he ruffles up your hair and asks if you brought a car with you. if you did, he'd walk you to it, though he's not making any physical contact with you anymore. and if you didn't, he'd wait with you while you called an uber or one of your friends to come and pick you up. he does this all wordlessly as he doesn't quite know how to approach the situation.

i get: reblog

you get: pepper spray

[bl0ssom-skies]

The Little Wanderer

(This was a lil something I decided to write for fun, and to get back in the swing of writing haha. Beast Ancients AU belongs to @cuppajj!)

It was early in the afternoon. The clouds were dark and dreary, with thunder roaring in the distance. Big and small animals scurried about, seeking shelter to protect themselves from the oncoming storm. Bushes, trees, and grasses were gently swaying and rustling in the wind. A little girl could be seen pushing past the bushes and trees, looking around every so often.

Vanilla Creme had been wandering through the Scarlet Fig Forest for what felt like an eternity. She looked at her map every now and again, checking to see if she was on the right path.

...It's too bad she wasn't well versed when it comes reading maps. She is just a little girl after all.

Despite her poor mapping skills, she knew very well that she was still within the beasts—or her father's—territory. There were still plenty of Saint Vanilla Orchids scattered about. As a matter of fact, there were some just northeast of her direction... it was a former cookie camp.

It seems that her father had been here before.

Upon looking at the formerly inhabited camp, Vanilla Creme felt a chill creep upon her. Was it the chill from the wind? Or... was it the dread of thinking about what happened to those poor cookies..? The Saint Vanilla Orchids and their... less than comforting looks only made her fear worse.

Despite her fear, Vanilla Creme took a few steps forward, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

The closer she got, the more details of the incident she could see.

It seems the incident that occurred here happened recently, as there were small traces of light particles. Food and supplies were scattered around the camp. A traveling bag lay in the grass, it seemed as though one of the cookies was hastily packing their things before they met their fate. There were other bags and supplies, but they were within all of the orchids line of sight. It was far too risky.

Vanilla Creme narrowly stepped around the flowers, trying to avoid their gaze.

She hastily snatched the bag, and hid behind one of the tents. She gently opened the bag to see what contents it held inside.

There were snacks, and useful survival gear. She had desperately needed some of these items... but it felt wrong to steal, even despite her situation. She was taught to never steal from others, no matter who they may be.

But... desperate times call for desperate measures, don't they? Besides, the cookie who owned this bag had already been killed, and she certainly was desperate.

Vanilla Creme held her breath, and hastily took the items out of the bag to put in her satchel. Goodness did she feel guilty... but it was necessary for her survival, and to help with her journey to the Creme Republic.

...she hoped the deceased cookie wouldn't mind. At least their stuff was going to be put to good use.

Vanilla Creme sighed before looking up at the dreary clouds above. She wished to stay at this camp for a bit longer, especially considering the oncoming storm.. but she had to keep moving. She slowly stood up from where she hid. Her satchel felt a bit heavier with all of the new items in it.. but she could manage. She took a quick glance at her surroundings, making sure it was safe for her to move.

She ran away from the abandoned camp, her cape and hair fluttering in the now stronger winds.

A faint bright light could be seen in the distance behind her.

Thank goodness she left.

[decks-writing-blog]

Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Six: Lonely

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

[A/N] I'm super far ahead on where I'm writing vs. where I'm uploading (more than the 7 chapter lead I started with) so I've decided occasionally I'll start uploading twice a week on Tuesday in addition to Friday when I feel like. Which might be every week, I don't know yet, but I felt like it today.

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The initial plan had been to salvage any of their possessions that they could and search the living area for survivors and call that a good enough rescue effort. They’d already been through the hell of traveling through a large chunk of the facility, surely they could be forgiven for not wanting to do so again. But once there, it felt like a cop out. Chances of anyone still being alive in the parts of the facility where shit had really gone down weren’t great but not zero and there were still other places not hit too hard. With the military gone and the aliens no longer coming, their portals all firmly closed, rescue efforts would be less dangerous. And in hopes of keeping the military from trying to wipe knowledge of the incident off the face of the planet again – hopefully they thought they’d succeeded – they couldn’t shunt such work onto Tuefort’s emergency services.

Luckily, the living area not having been hit particularly hard meant there were a decent chunk of people willing to go on that rescue mission, had already been planning to in fact, and thus Gordon didn’t have to be a part of it. Instead he volunteered the team to bring the wounded back to Tuefort – they’d run out of health packs and such a while ago – and then bring back more fresh supplies – they’d brought some with them but, thinking they were going to do a half-assed rescue mission, it wasn’t much. Bubby groaned about the long drive but Gordon told him to suck it up. After all the chaos, violence and murder they’d partook in, they could at least try to balance it out by doing some good too. … And it would help keep Gordon occupied and not thinking about things he didn’t need to thing about. And it would give him a bit more time before he needed to decide what he was going to do next.

And so they decided to spend the night and head out in the morning. They’d have multiple cars this time too as several had been brought over from car park that had once been only a tram ride away but was now apparently a whole adventure to get to. But Gordon didn’t care because someone else had gone on it, bringing several cars back for transport. Meaning he’d get to drive this time.

One more night in the facility wouldn’t even be so bad because his old living space wasn’t nearly as trashed as he’d feared. The combined living room and kitchen area was a mess. It had been ransacked and even a little gooed, no corpses or corpse stains though which was a big win. And the bedroom seemed to have been left alone, meaning it was clean, safe, and thus good to sleep in.

Upon finally heading to it for the night, he wasn’t too surprised to find it’s where Benrey had disappeared again to. He’d made himself at home, playing Gordon’s Xbox 360 – it had been stored inside the rather sturdy TV cabinet and thus had been spared whatever violence had occurred here – seemingly uncaring about the crack in the corner of the TV’s screen or the massive goo stain on the couch next to him. The power in the remaining generators was limited so maybe he should be scolded for that but really, what else did he have to do? Lest he be recognized he needed to avoid the rest of the Black Mesa personal out there. Asking him to just sit and stare at a wall would’ve been unfair.

“Yo,” he said, not looking up from the screen as Gordon closed the door and set the deadbolt as the proper lock and doorknob was broken. “You only got three games, none of them that good. Why is that? I thought you were a gamer.”

“Work took up a lot of time so I didn’t have much time to play or keep up with which games were good or not.” Looking back he’d let work take up more of his time than he should’ve. “But at least you got something to do, right?”

“Yeah, guess so. Didn’t you say you also have a son? Josh or… something like that? Where’s he at?”

Damn, Gordon had hoped everyone forgot about that. “Uh… Joshua is technically a real person but he’s my nephew, not my son. And I haven’t seen him in person ever and haven’t talked to my sister in like… five years. She’s the one who sent me that picture… back when we still talked, obviously.”

“You lied.” How much it was a accusation versus just a statement of fact was hard to tell, especially with Benrey’s eyes still glued to the screen.

“Yeah… I lied. But look, I’d been lying about him for a while, okay? So I didn’t stop to think about lying to you guys too. Not that I had any idea we’d become…” he cut himself off before saying ‘friends’ he wasn’t ready to voice that word about Benrey yet. “I just lied out of habit and didn’t think anything was likely to ever come of it.”

“Why’d you lie about it so much?”

“Because… I wanted my coworkers to think I had more going on than just work stuff. So I made up a story about having an ex-wife and a kid. Everyone else had family and friends outside of Black Mesa and I wanted people to think I did too so they wouldn’t think I was a weird freak who only worked and occasionally played video games alone in the dark.” No way was he going to admit to how much effort he’d put into figuring out the exact story. His personal laptop, once left on the coffee table had become a casualty of the violence following the resonance cascade and thus he at least didn’t have to worry about Benrey snooping on it and finding the shitty story he’d wrote to keep his lies about his fake life in order. “It’s pathetic I know but… no one was ever supposed to know it wasn’t true.”

Benrey finally took his eyes off the screen to look up at Gordon. “That’s kinda sad, bro. You’re a real lonely boi, ain’t’cha?”

“Shut up, asshole. Lots of people are lonely, it’s normal. And there are way worse ways of handling it so you’re not allowed to tease me about it. Now, I’m going to bed. It’s much smaller than the one at the hotel so when you’re done gaming you can sleep on the couch, it’s since obtained a mystery stain though so, I guess you can…”

“I could sleep at the foot of the bed, next to your little feeties.”

“First off, my feet aren’t little, you should fucking know that. Second, there’s not enough room for that, I’m too tall. And third,ew, no, absolutely not, stay the fuck away from my feet. You can sleep on the couch or, if you would rather not because it’s gross, you can sleep next to me. Just don’t be weird about it and try not to wake me. Good night.” Before Benrey could respond, Gordon marched off to his room, closing the door firmly behind himself.

He’d didn’t lock it though because… wait, there were plenty of empty living spaces some of which had to have serviceable beds, he could’ve told Benrey to go find one of those instead of offering to share his. What the fuck was wrong with him? … They were in his old home and he’d committed to keeping Benrey around earlier so he’d defaulted mentally to this being a space they had to share. And Benrey had been being annoying and he was tired, making it hard to think.

Whatever, it was too late to easily take back now. But Benrey would probably fall asleep on the couch anyway. Either intentionally or because he stayed up too late playing video games. It’s not like he seemed to care that it was nasty. So probably Gordon’s blunder was fine.

***

Even if Benrey could entertain himself for a while playing even the worst video game, there was still a limit to how much he could bear and he was quickly reaching it. These couldn’t be the only games Gordon had though, right? If he was really a gamer he had to have more and maybe a whole other console somewhere. After turning the Xbox and TV off – if there was nothing else to play, Benrey was done with it for now – Benrey set to searching the space.

Such a small area, it didn’t take long search every inch of it. If there’d ever been any more games or another console, the headcrab zombies had got it. Or more likely someone had stolen it because the place had clearly been busted up and raided for stuff. But it was funny to imagine headcrab zombies sitting around a TV and playing something like Resident Evil or some other zombie killing game. Or perhaps when sorting through his stuff earlier, Gordon had moved the good stuff somewhere safer. Regardless, Benrey was out of luck here.

He moved on to the bedroom. To make sure his steps would be quiet – it’d be rude to wake Gordon on accident – he slipped his shoes off before phasing through the closed door. It was dark inside but adjusting his eyes a little to make them work better in the dark, he could see just fine. Gordon lay on the bed, his back against the wall. … Next to him was indeed enough room for Benrey to lie down as Gordon had invited him to.

After spending so much time phasing through so many large chunks of earth and rubble earlier, Benrey was a bit tired. Nothing major and he hadn’t been planning to sleep yet, he could easily keep going for a little while longer before he truly felt the need for a nap. But that first night in the hotel bed, when they’d lain back to back had been comfortable. Gordon was pleasantly warm. A general human trait; Benrey had been touched by them before, though not often and never in ways that were easy to enjoy the way his casual contact with Gordon had been so far. So maybe he could lie down and bask in the warmth Gordon’s body gave off while he napped for a little bit. It was pretty cold in here after all; deep underground and made of concrete meant the facility was often rather cold, especially at night without anything running to regulate the temperature.

He crept closer and before he could second guess himself, lifted the blanket and crawled underneath it. With Gordon facing him, he didn’t dare press directly into him but he did get as close as he could without actually touching him, made easier by the fact that Gordon was curled up in a ball under the blankets. Even not touching him, it was pleasantly warm so close to him where his heat sank into the softness around them. Rather nice except… he was tense, his expression scrunched up as he mumbled under his breath. Muffled by the pillow his face was partially pressed into, it hadn’t been audible by the door but certainly was when so close to him.

Another nightmare. Damn, that meant Benrey had to wake him again, huh? No basking in his warmth for Benrey. … It had been a kind of weird thing to want anyway though. Probably best to not indulge it.

With a sigh, Benrey started to sit up but stopped as Gordon, seemingly still sleeping but sensing his presence so close anyway, uncurled a little to reach for him. Like in the car, he found Benrey’s arm and pulled on it, gently enough that Benrey could’ve resisted but… curious to see what sleeping Gordon intended to do with his arm, didn’t. He pulled it to his upper chest, forcing Benrey’s wrist to bend under his chin. It… seemed to sooth him, the tightness of his curl easing a little as he quieted. Interesting. Perhaps Benrey could enjoy his warmth for a little bit after all.

He shifted a bit closer so that their bodies were touching. Gordon opened himself a little more, his lower arm moving to wrap around Benrey’s shoulder, the gun hand right next to his head, pulling him the rest of the way over so they weren’t just touching but Benrey was pressed into him. … Wow, okay.

Gordon had relaxed, his breathing deep and steady. Nightmare apparently over. Benrey was so good at this fixing nightmares thing he’d done it just by letting Gordon touch him.

Carefully, Benrey shifted a little so he could use his free hand to pull the blanket back up. Shifting a little more, putting his face against Gordon’s chest, he pulled it up and over his head, hiding himself under it. … Not that he was going to stay here the whole night and thus possibly get seen by someone else but… Gordon was so soft and warm.

Benrey had never been this close to someone before; so close he could hear the breath in Gordon’s lungs and the rhythmic beat of his heart. It was new and weird and… he liked it. So much so it seemed to simultaneously fill him with energy, making him need to do something with it, while also making the idea of lying here forever sound pleasant. He resisted the urge to do the former, pressing it down until he was just relaxed and comfortable; doing anything more than lying here quietly would be bad. But he could stay for a little bit, maybe even indeed take a nap. It’d be nice to nap in a spot so warm and cozy. He could easily be up and out before Gordon woke. No one but Benrey ever needed to know about this. … Gordon’s reaction to it might be funny though so maybe he’d stay until Gordon woke after all. Not an excuse to stay longer but to enjoy annoying Gordon.

***

A loud wretched but familiar blaring woke Gordon from a blessedly dreamless slumber. Never had he hated his alarm more. How dare it still be set? He should’ve unplugged the foul, evil thing before going to bed last night.

“Make it stop,” Benrey whined, sounding more upset than Gordon had ever heard him before as he pressed himself more into Gordon’s chest. “Why’s it so loud?”

More concerned with silencing the damn alarm than why Benrey was pressing into him, Gordon reached over him and, with the familiarity of reaching over to shut it off more times than he was proud of, unerringly smacked the snooze button. He held it long enough to make sure it turned off instead of just going to sleep to torment them in twenty minutes because fuck that.

Blessed, peaceful silence restored, Gordon relaxed with a sigh, his arm going limp around Benrey as the tension left his body too. Prior to Gordon freeing his hand to reach the alarm, he’d been all the way under the blanket, his face resting against Gordon’s chest. His arm was draped over Gordon’s side, their legs tangled together.

“Bro, why’d you set your alarm?” he asked, a slight whine still in his voice. “It’s sucks. And why’s it so horrible? You should change to… to music or something.” If he was at all bothered by their current position, he made no move to remedy it.

“I forgot to turn it off last night. Why are we cuddling?”

“Because you said I could join you and then uh… you hugged me.”

Gordon should push him away. He hadn’t agreed to cuddling, just sleeping next to each other, there was room to do that without being this close, but… that would take so much effort and he was tired. Benrey was soft against him and not particularly warm. Gordon ran pretty hot and thus during the handful of other instances in which he’d found himself cuddling someone, the heat the other person gave off was a bit much and thus had always quickly grown uncomfortable. Such wasn’t an issue with Benrey, he was just soft.

So instead of pushing him away, verbally and/or physically, Gordon moved his hand to touch his face. A bit awkward with the way Benrey lay against his chest but he did it anyway.

Benrey flinched away from him. “Whoa, hey, bro, what?”

“We’re literally cuddling, dude. How can you possibly have a problem with me touching your face?” Despite his words, Gordon did withdraw his hand. Him being the one making it weird would be awfully hypocritical… and it was rude to touch people in ways they didn’t want to be touched.

Benrey relaxed again, adjusting himself only slightly. Seems he didn’t have any more desire to move than Gordon did. “Why you wanna touch my face?”

“Uh…” How did Gordon explain he wanted to know what Benrey’s skin felt like without it sounding like he was a serial killer thinking about skinning him to make a purse or something? Probably it wasn’t possible and so no need to be honest about that. “I just want to. So can I?”

“Hmm… all right, only ‘cause you’re warm though.”

Gordon returned his hand to Benrey’s face, this time he leaned into it a little instead of flinching away. He ran his fingers down from his forehead to his cheek to slightly under his jaw; an almost caress but he was just feeling. His skin was unnaturally smooth, the texture not like human skin at all, which might’ve made it creepy except it was fairly pleasant, almost a little like running his hand over the surface of a toy slime. Which brought with it the sensation that if he were to press his fingers into it hard enough, it would deform and that was a bit creepy. It was also fairly cool, as expected given that the whole of him wasn’t giving off much, if any heat, despite how close they were. The forehead down to about where the preternatural shade over his eyes ended could even be described as cold. Outside of the danger and hectic chaos of the resonance cascade’s fallout, Gordon could finally start to appreciate how odd and interesting of a specimen he was. He might have to take a thermometer to him later. For now though, he was satisfied.

He pulled his hand away and draped his arm over him again instead. An almost hug but really, with Benrey pressed so close, where else was he supposed to put his arm? “I think you might be cold-blooded.”

“What does that mean in uh… sciencey terms? ‘Cause it means something different, right?”

Given that this wasn’t Gordon’s field of scientific expertise, he perhaps shouldn’t have drawn a conclusion based off so little evidence. But did it really matter that much? “It means your body doesn’t produce much heat.” Obviously it was more complicated than that but Gordon was way too sleepy to try to explain better.

“Is that why warm stuff feels so nice?”

“Maybe, yeah. So… I guess we can stay like this.” It was a bit of an awkward position to cuddle someone in but most of the discomfort it would cause was on Benrey’s part and he didn’t seem to mind.

“Sweet.”

“Just don’t tell anyone ‘bout this.” After the assumptions the others had made upon Gordon complaining about sharing a bed, he didn’t want to know what they’d say if they found out he’d willingly cuddled Benrey.

“’Course not. It’s uh… our little secret.”

“Good. Want me to pull the blanket back up?”

Benrey hummed an affirmative.

Gordon pulled the blanket back up to his chin, encasing Benrey in his arms under it. He then shifted, curling around Benrey a little more, entangling their legs a little tighter. Nothing weird or strange about this. The dessert got cold at night and the heaters and air conditioning had been turned off to save power so he was just helping his cold-blooded buddy keep warm. Yeah, temperature probably couldn’t harm him in any substantial way but that didn’t mean the cold wasn’t unpleasant. So this meant basically nothing other than Gordon felt bad enough for him to put up with cuddling him. He could relate to being lonely after all.

Over the next few minutes, Benrey’s breathing deepened as he went lax against Gordon again. Had he ever had anyone fall asleep so easily in his arms before? … Not that he could remember. The last time he’d even cuddled anyone had been a boyfriend he’d had in his first year of college. Cuddling had never lasted long though; too warm and they were both too busy with school work to have much time to lounge around in each other’s arms. The latter being what ended their relationship and why Gordon hadn’t been in serious relationship since, work taking the place of school once he’d got hired on at Black Mesa upon graduating.

This was nice though. When awake, Benrey was an annoying, dangerous bastard. Asleep, he was soft, cuddly, and quiet. Gordon could get used to this. He probably shouldn’t let himself sleep though. The alarm had been set to go off at 5am, way too early to be up, but the drive back to Tuefort was long, an early start would be wise. So probably he should get up in maybe an hour or two? Surely he could…

An odd rumbling sound interrupted his thoughts. He blinked opened his eyes to look around the room for its source, not that he could see much in the dark without his glasses. But as it grew stronger and louder he didn’t need to see to tell where it was coming from.

Benrey, still snuggled in his arms under the blanket. Him snoring? … No. Even if it followed the rhythm of his breathing, it was too continuous to be snoring no matter how weird an animal he was. Gordon could feel its source in Benrey’s chest and back where his arm touched. Having grown up with cats, it wasn’t the exact same sound or feel but it did have some very familiar vibes.

“Benrey, are you… purring?”

No response of course, Benrey was fast asleep. One wasn’t needed though because what else could it possibly be? Given that he wasn’t a cat, his reason for purring might be totally unrelated to why cats purred. Maybe it just meant he was in a specific stage of sleep; instead of REM, he purred. But while they were cuddling? And he’d made it very clear he liked how warm Gordon was. So maybe it was because he was comfortable and content.

Regardless of why though, it was something Gordon could tease him about it later. … Unless he didn’t find it embarrassing. But he had to, right? He liked to come off as cool and purring was far too adorable for anyone to ever find it cool. So yeah, Gordon would tease him about it later. For now though, it was soothing, pulling him back towards sleep. Maybe not a pull he should listen to but… he didn’t really have much choice in the matter.

~

Next Chapter

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for wanting to cut off this guy?

Summary: I(f16) Met Aiden(m16) a few months ago, and am becoming increasingly aware that I have a lot of issues with him. However, he clearly wants to be friends with me, and I feel bad cutting him off. I gave him the wrong idea about me when we met, we very little in common, and our views contrast quite a bit. He’s also vented to me without warning a few times. He’s autistic and doesn’t have much experience with friends (according to the mom of our mutual friend Bea (f16), also autistic) and I don’t think he means to hurt anyone, but some of the things he does really stress me out regardless.

In May, I got invited to Bea’s birthday party, which was just me, Bea, her mom, and Aiden. In a hotel pool. We were all eating at a picnic table and I started to get incredibly anxious, and tried to talk to Aiden to break the tension since he’d been looking at me for a while, presumably because I looked like absolute death. He eventually mentioned something about animals (cool, a shared interest). Anyway due to both the stress, and the unlimited cool-bug-facts stored in my brain, I started rambling and we talked for around an hour.

...Assorted red flags in this conversation…

- Aiden’s “crazy ex friend” made some harassment allegations against him.

- “Yeah we should totally go hiking sometime, guy I don’t know!”

- Aiden thinks vegans are stupid and climate change isn’t real (I was talking about how I plan on going into ecology lmao)

- Aiden asks me to make a contact in his phone

The problems started when he immediately got really attached to me. I was way friendlier than normal that day and that’s entirely on me.

My birthday was a few days after Bea’s party. Aiden found out, and despite me specifically telling him I don’t like getting gifts, brought a gift bag to class, which included a card with $50. I completely panicked and tried to shove the money into his hands, but he kept stopping me while laughing. I felt awful because we hadn’t even properly spoken since the party.

That night he texted me saying he wasn’t sorry for giving me the money, followed by a paragraph about how everyone had failed him, how teachers have told him he’s better off dead, and how his few friends are the only thing keeping him from committing suicide. People vent to me a lot, but I really didn’t know how to deal with it from someone I barely knew. I just told him that he doesn’t need to buy my friendship. I confided in my mom about it and she told me to stop talking to him, and that I absolutely wasn’t allowed to see him outside of school.

Aiden started dating Bea a week after that. Bea had said before that she wasn’t interested in Aiden when her mom teased her about his crush on her. I was worried that she just said yes because she typically goes along with what other people want. I’ve hardly ever gotten her to share her opinions outside of whatever her mom tells her. I later found out from my friend Kayla (f16) that Aiden was trashing Bea’s dyed hair and generally being misogynistic about “unnatural women”

Kayla also informed me that she had had an incident with Aiden, before I met him. They were at the same Halloween party and when she tried talking to him, he somehow somehow thought she was into him, and lied about being gay to the entire party before correcting himself. My friends had previously warned me that Aiden’s intentions probably weren’t platonic, but I ignored it since I’ve been out as a lesbian for years, so I could just let him know if it came down to it. Generally I started talking to him less, I didn’t have an issue with remaining friends, since I know he’s awkward with people, and his beliefs are mostly what his dad tells him to think.

Since then he’s Invited me to go hiking in other states multiple times, sent another vent text, tried to go with me to a class he’s not in, asked for advice on breaking up with Bea before going back on it, tried to follow me home from orchestra rehearsal? Invited me to dinner, to his house, and to his grandma’s.

I’m going to run out of excuses eventually, and any interaction with him seems to invite both more than what I’m comfortable with, and what my parents allow. I wish I could just text with him sometimes or something, but that’s not an option. I feel like ripping it off might be better than slowly letting him down, considering he already considers me a close friend, and I don’t want him to hurt himself, and it’s probably better if he just thinks I’m a terrible person (might be true).

Would I be in the wrong for cutting him off altogether? Am I the mean high school girl from my childhood nightmares?

What are these acronyms?

[life-winners-liveblog]

fwhip has said specifically that he doesn't appreciate him or any of his characters doing bad stuff. I don't think this particular storyline about him is right. This may be just a story and just an au but I think it would be better to respect his boundaries. I think I speak for a lot of when I say it was fun back when it was just a collection of our favourite characters doing silly and occasionally angsty stuff. This is just not it- im sorry. Ik there are people that may find this kinda stuff as a way to cope with their own issues but there's plenty of media out there that handle these topics just as well but let's not disrespect his boundaries. Imagine someone saying stuff like that about your characters who in fact have a large part of your own personality injected into them.

..ok...buf of all ut the whole creepy stalker storyline is like...actually canon? Sure I brought it to an extreme but he did stalk Jimmy in canon and he did create a shrine to him which would be a very very creepy thing to do and he did death loop him and never really treated him that nicely in canon It's not like I made s1 Fwhip do that, I didn't because that wouldn't fit with what we know of the character. Also he doesn't want people to make his characters do "bad stuff" did he really say this? Because real Fwhip is a man I find very intelligent and I would hope he would be more specific then that because that request in any fandom much less this is pratically impossible to mantain. And yes...maybe if someone did something like this with a character of mine it would be...weird... but I had people in my askbox telling me to kill myself for this arc and I don't think it would phase me as much as that...and even then the only thing I can tell you to do is not sending weird stuff in my askbox which some people do anyway, outside of that I'm not going to dictate what you do with my characters.

And well, what do you want me to do? Retcon that whole thing? Would it make sense? Would it be right? I don't think so. I don't think it would be right. The most I can do is mentioning it less and that is entirely dependent on the whispers not bringing it up like they did with the ranchers... If it make you feel better Empires S1 Fwhip will definitely be enough good to balance it out because he's cool and not a creepy shrine builder who eats rocks.

I do understand if you don't like it, I will tag tw: sa any time the incident is mention so if you want to you can pretend Jimmy is like this for any other reason if it will make you feel better... I know It's an unconfortable topic and hits close for many and I really want to show how horrible it truly is because some people (not you anon btw, this is sass towards another group of people) clearly don't know that... but this is a story of healing and what starts worse getting better and things will get better I promise.

And I know he won't see this, but if this really breaks his boundaries then I'm really really sorry Fwhip, I hope you can forgive me for this one day.

[elisysd]

Labyrinth – Taylor Swift

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Break up, break free, break through, break down You would break your back to make me break a smile

Lyanna woke up alone in Charles' big bed the next morning. She searched for him but found only a cold, empty space, meaning that Charles had long since risen. A glance at the alarm clock told her that it was already close to noon. She stretched out and enjoyed the sunlight filtering through the curtain onto her skin. Charles's bed was very comfortable indeed, and she could understand how much he missed it when he was away.

She put on her bathrobe before leaving the room and trying to see where he might be, but found no trace of him in either the kitchen or the living room, just a hurriedly written note telling her that he had several meetings to keep today and would be back late afternoon for dinner at his mother's house. He instructed Lyanna to make herself at home, a spare set of her keys was in the entrance basket and the wifi password was on the piano.

And as requested by Charles, Lyanna made herself at home. And she was amazed at how easy it was. She felt comfortable in this apartment. As she'd expected, the fridge was empty. She decided to go out and run an errand. The weather was fine in Monaco, not as hot as in midsummer, but what surprised her most was how few people there were on the streets. The tourist season was over and, as Charles had told her, Monaco had emptied out, leaving only the locals in the streets. But this didn't bother her, on the contrary. She felt more at ease, more free. She was discovering a new Monaco, and her only regret was that Charles wasn't with her to experience it all.

Once she'd done her grocery shopping and bought a bouquet of flowers for Charles's mother, she made herself a salad and sat down on the sunny terrace to work. A number of more or less urgent emails had arrived from her agent. A few scripts to study, some bad news about auditions she'd had and an extract from a script her agent wanted her to try out. It was a discussion between a father and his daughter in which he announced that she was adopted. That was all the information she had, the rest she would have to imagine. Then an idea popped into her head. She couldn't film this alone, she needed a reader and she wondered if Charles would agree to help her. He had vaguely shown her his job, and she felt somewhat compelled to do the same.

One email caught her attention more than the others. It was from the organiser of the event she and Charles had attended a few days earlier. She skimmed through the few lines before closing her laptop in a huff. In view of the incident, UNICEF wanted to end their collaboration, thinking that Lyanna's image was perhaps not what they wanted to link to the association. As if she was the problem. Once again, she felt like she was trapped in her own past. It was as if, no matter what she did, James's shadow was still hanging over her.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly and it was almost time for her to prepare for the dinner at the Leclercs’. Charles wasn’t back yet. She sent him a text to know when he would be back to which he replied that the meeting was running later than he was expecting but should be there soon.

Charles lied. His meeting didn’t run late, in fact it stopped earlier than expected. He could have gone straight home to Lyanna. But he needed some time on his own. To breathe. To think things through. His footsteps led him towards the cemetery. The leaves on the trees had already started to change colour and the air was a little fresher and more breathable. He wandered through the alleys until he came to a grave he knew all too well.

“Hi dad.” he whispered, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Long time no see. I was busy, I’m sorry. I could have come sooner but… it’s still weird for me to be here on my own. It’s been six years but I still miss you every day. There is not a day that passes that I don’t think of you.”

He played with a pebble while looking at the ground, lost in thoughts.

“I met someone; you know. I didn’t plan to. I wanted to focus on the season but I guess life had other plans. She is amazing, you would love her. I whish you would still be here so you could meet her. I’m going to introduce her to mom tonight. You know that I don’t take this things slightly. I’m only introduce people when I’m serious about them. She… means a lot to me. I don’t know her since a long time but I think that I’m already falling in love with her. Falling, it’s a weird concept when you think about it. When you fall it’s supposed to hurt, right? Yet when I think about her, I feel a lot of things but none of them are hurtful. Oh god, I’m sure that wherever you are you are making fun of me. And you would be right, I feel like an idiot.”

A gust of wind blew through his jacket, making him shiver. Charles ran a hand through his hair and swallowed.

“She is an actress. A very good one if I may add. She lives in London. She is one of the strongest people I’ve ever met, she went through some tough shit but she still managed to have this light around her. She makes me want to be a better man. But I’m scared dad. Because of so many things but mostly because I feared that at some point we will grow apart. Because of the distance, because we both have demanding jobs. I don’t know how we will manage all of that. I know what you would tell me. That if we really care about each other and our relationship we will find a way to work out. But I don’t know exactly what she feels. About me and about us. She says that she is in for the long run but I know that she is scared too. How does the fear stop? When? Does it ever stop? I don’t know what to do.”

He rested his head in his hands and sighed.

“I wish you would be here. You would know exactly what to tell me. You always knew what to say. I miss you so much dad. Now more than ever. I need you. I feel like I’m at a crossroad in my life and I’m scared to do something wrong, to fail. I don’t want to fail you.”

When he walked through the door of his flat, he was surprised to hear a soft melody coming from the piano. Slowly he approached and found Lyanna sitting there, humming. As if the young woman had sensed his presence, she suddenly stopped and turned towards him. She was dressed simply in jeans and a white blouse, her hair in a ponytail and simple make-up on her face.

“Don’t stop on my account” he said while taking her in his arms and kissed her forehead.

“I was waiting for you. Everything’s okay?”

“Everything is perfect. How was your day?”

“Boring, I mostly went trough my emails. Actually, I had something to ask you. I got an extract from a script to try out. I would need a reader to help me go through the lines since it’s a dialogue between a father and a daughter. Care to help me?”

“A dad and his daughter?” repeated skeptically Charles.

“Yes, that’s what I said. Why? Is there a problem?”

“Does that mean that you are going to call me daddy?” asked Charles half-laughing.

“I mean, yes? Why are you laughing?”

Charles was now laughing out loud as Lyanna looked at him warily, not understanding what was going on. When she finally understood, she became as red as a tomato, which made Charles laugh even harder. He didn't know he needed to laugh so much until it happened.  

“Oh my God! Charles! How old are you, seriously?” she scolded him.

“I’m sorry it’s just… I don’t know if I’ll be able to seriously help you while you call me daddy. It’s just way too disturbing.”

“It’s you who is making things weird! You know what? I’m going to ask Pierre, it will serve you right!”

“Pierre is just going to make things even weirder for you. I’m your better shot at this. I can try, I promise I’ll behave.”

“You’re unbelievable. I really wanted to include you in my work life. I thought it would be a nice activity for us.”

“And I love the idea. I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”

“Yes, you are! We are supposed to go to your mom, Charles! You can’t make me feel weird before something that is so important!”

“See the positive side of things, me being stupid helps you relax.”

“Not so sure about that. But anyway, I bought flowers for your mom. Mine always tells me to not go to other people houses empty-handed so… I hope she is not allergic. I bought peonies. You can’t go wrong with them, right?”

It wasn't a long drive to Charles' mother's house. When they arrived, the first thing Pascale did was to take her son in her arms and give him a big hug. Then she faced Lyanna who stayed on the side, witnessing the sweet interaction between the son and his mother.

“And you must be Lyanna. I’m so pleased to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you. Mainly from this boy here but Arthur and Carla had only nice things to say about you too.”

“I’m glad to finally meet you. Charles talks a lot about you as well.”

“I know you are lying but I’ll pretend that it is true.”

Lyanna quickly realized that the apartment was full of family photos and Charles and Arthur's trophies. She couldn't help but scrutinize everything, which Pascale noticed.

“I have others in the garage that I couldn’t fit here.” She explained.

Dinner was filled with laughter and good mood. Pascale asked Lyanna lots of questions about her job and her family, while Lorenzo and Arthur never missed an opportunity to tease Charles. Lyanna felt like part of the family, which moved her more than she could have imagined.  For dessert, they decided to move out onto the balcony. The atmosphere was more relaxed, with Charles putting an arm around Lyanna's shoulders as he chatted with Arthur. Lyanna was deep in conversation with Carla and Lorenzo's partner Charlotte. As Pascale excused herself to go and make some coffee, Lyanna got up and followed her, offering to help, which Charles's mother gladly accepted. Lyanna took the opportunity to clear the plates. As she placed them in the sink and began to rinse them, Pascale interrupted her.

“You don’t have to. You are a guest.”

“I don’t mind it. I want to help and I doubt the boys will make a move to help.”

“I doubt that too.’ Added Pascale.  “I’m glad Charles met you. He seems more relaxed, peaceful in your presence. It’s good. He has been so stressed out this past few months.”

“I don’t know if it’s because of me to be honest.”

“Don’t doubt about it but I can’t help but ask you this question Lyanna: what are your intentions with my little boy? I can see that he is deeply attached to you and I know that you already had rough patches and I saw how bad it affected him. I just want to make sure that you are going to take good care of him. He has been hurt enough in his life already, I’m sure he told you.”

Even though she'd expected it, the question caught Lyanna off guard.

“I… I don’t know, if I’m being honest. I don’t know exactly what I feel.  I just know that I really, really care about him. A lot. But please, rest assured that the last thing I want is to hurt him. I probably will, at some point. Because I’m bad to express my feelings. But if I do, know that it is not intentional. It will never be. He is a good man, you raised him well. His heart is in the right place. It scares me sometimes. My last and only relationship did not end well. To put it simply. Charles shows me what it is like to be taken care of. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve that. That it is just too good to be true, that one day he’ll wake up and realise that I’m not worthy of all of that. I think that it is what scares me the most.”

“Don’t say more, Lyanna. I have all the answers I wanted.”

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