#realized this song really just sums these 2 up huh

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on the way home, I wrote a poem, you say "what a mind", this happens all the time

#don't mind me I am insane and in a mood #realized this song really just sums these 2 up huh #i just love them your honor #them swaying in that last gif changed my dna as an 18 year old I swear to god #joan watson #sherlock holmes #joan watson and sherlock holmes #joan watson & sherlock holmes #joan watson/sherlock holmes #joanlock #platonic life partners #elementary #elementary cbs #cbs elementry

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Nothing More(M) - Three

~5k words, in this chapter we see how Mark and Sam navigate being apart from one another and how rain washes over the souls. Enjoy and don't hesitate to let me know what you think about it!

Don’t you want to try it? Are you scared to start? There’s no one you’ll find that’s quite like me.

Do you wanna take my broken heart?

Fame, music, concerts, freedom, artistry. In a fruitless attempt to sum up all that being an artist meant to Mark, the ability to walk up on the stage in front of as many as 60,000 people was exhilarating. It never stopped being meaningful. To inspire another person enough to have them watch and admire thyself was not only a privilege but also a responsibility.

Each concert began with the same mantra, it would be safe to assume for each of the seven members was the same. Each time they would walk on and make sure they enjoyed themselves to the maximum, as much as they made sure they would do their best. In the tumult of the shows, there was now something different.

All the love songs sounded a little different.

When the love song was hopeful, Mark performed happier. When the love song was desperate, Mark performed sadder. It all played a bigger part in the tapestry of each performance, but it would never go unnoticed by those closest to him.  With each show, the emotion grew little by little. And as much as Mark tried to dismiss it to the back of his head, it sneaked right back in when the lights turned down.

It always came back when he wanted to forget.

When the lights turned down over Jakarta, the boys were still bowing to the audience. Under the ravenous applause and the avalanche of confetti, the platform on the stage brought the boys down under the concert set. Another night ended in complete success.

Mark was the last one to dispose of his ear set. He stretched his arms above his head and felt a cramp starting to settle at his nape.

“Mark?” Jackson traced behind the group to match his pace with the other. “You good?”

“Yeah,” sighed Mark, massaging the tense muscles in his neck. “Just a little tired I guess.”

“Huh, we still have one week and a half to go, if you’re tired now... “ Jackson joked and nudged Mark with his elbow. “Getting old?”

Mark threw an arm around Jackson’s shoulder in a friendly hug. “No chance.”

“Passionate out there I’d say.” Jackson began, fidgeting. “Each concert getting only more passionate.”

“Yeah? Thanks. Aren’t we supposed to be like that?”

Silence.

“No?”

“I mean, sure.”

Jackson shrugged his shoulders. That’s when it hit Mark.

“Should’ve asked me to my face, Jackson.”

Jackson sighed. “I’m not good at subtleties!” He cleared his throat. “But you haven’t told us nothing in… ever since we left.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Jackson.”

Jackson stopped dead in his tracks, looking at the other with a much softer expression than he would have liked.

“There really isn’t.” Mark concluded, walking ahead of Jackson. “I am the sex. She was the sex. That’s it.”

Mark grabbed a bottle of water from an adjacent table to drown out the words, and the apparent reality. Spelling out loud that they never spoke after he flied out left a burn to his throat.

A couple thousand miles away, Samantha was jerking her body to the other side of the bed. She extended her hand to grab a hold of her phone. 2:15 AM. With a light groan, she threw her feet into her bed slippers, rose from the bed, and hugged her body into her bathrobe. Murphy perked an ear up in response to the sudden movement, but he was not interested enough to follow Samantha from his nest.

Samantha opened the kitchen window to fill her lungs with a breath of fresh air. When she unlocked her phone, she realized that her latest google search was still pointing to Mark’s band’s latest concert.

Jakarta: more than 20,000 fans delirious after boyband’s successful stop.

Live pictures from the concert were quick to flood the internet. Samantha’s finger hovered over a very flattering picture of Mark, half-naked on stage, his chiseled abdomen contracting with whatever movement he was making. One arm was lifted in the air to hype the crowd, the other holding up his microphone. The tattoo reaching over his right set of ribs was vivid to the eye.

The kiss in the locker of the club flashed into Samantha’s memory.

Samantha locked her phone and slid it across the kitchen counter, leaning herself against the window frame, with one arm hugging her side. To the contrary, what should have come to mind should have been the dirtier times, all the times her fingernails drew over his tattoos, reshaping them into muscle memory.

She sighed, her eyes fixated on the shimmering full moon. If she called, would he pick up?

“Probably not. He has all those girls to keep him busy.” Samantha lied to herself, unable to resist the urge to pick up her phone. She hesitated, reading Mark’s name on the screen over and over again. Until she tapped on it.

Once, twice… “Mark?”

The call went to voicemail. Her voice deflated in disappointment.

“All those girls to keep him busy.”

The next dawn, Samantha was already ready to leave for the hospital. Sleep was light and uncertain, and she tried to mask it with concealer and foundation. In a haste to leave the house, she grabbed her motorcycle helmet, to catch a ride in hopes of easing her mind.

Sun was cracking out on the horizon, tangerine hues intertwined with tamed shades of red. Samantha took a longer route to the hospital to enjoy the scenery. Chestnuts strands tossed out of the helmet were gliding freely in the wind in an enduring antithesis with her thoughts.

‘You’re going to have to find a replacement for me.’

Unbeknownst to her, Samantha’s hand switched another gear.

‘I cannot make love to you and leave the next day like I am the worst scum to have ever walked this Earth. I am not that guy.’

The motorcycle revved once again.

‘You are irresistible, you know that?’

Samantha reached the hospital faster than she anticipated. She took off her helmet and shook her head to the sides, ruffling her long strands in the process. She locked the bike and put her helmet under her arm, a high-pitched whistle distracting her from her thoughts.

“Nice suit, cat-girl,” Jonathan smirked, locking his Yamaha super sport bike some paces away from Samantha. “We should ride out together next time.”

“I’ll think about it.” She stated simply, taking the lead towards the entrance of the hospital.

“That’s it? No smart reply, no anything? Wow, did I do anything to offend you?”

Samantha threw out a chuckle. “Not necessarily, just didn’t get that much sleep.”

Jonathan caught up with her, entering the hospital at the same time. “Oh? Mind me asking why?”

“Yes.”

“Touche. But I can take a wild guess.”

“Don’t take a wild guess.” Samantha offered a polite smile to the nurse’s station, grabbing the medical documents of a case.

“How’s Romeo doing? Wait, is that a—”

“Yes Jonathan, I’ll take a consult today.”

Jonathan put a hand over his mouth in a mocked attempt to hide his shock. “No fucking way, are you actually coming back?”

“Wait and see!” Samantha chirped, walking away to her office, the bounce in her hair leaving Jonathan with a smile imprinted on his face.

“And I told him he should have bought Rome! If he’d bought Rome, he would’ve won that trade on the airport with you, Jinyoung!”

A hearty laugh filled the room as Mark and Jinyoung entered Mark’s hotel room. The sun was well up in the blue of Jakarta sky, sending its shimmering beams across the universe. A sleepless night passed for the seven boys, fighting one another to the death to the Monopoly title. Their departure was set in a couple of hours to Kuala Lumpur that left them at liberty to let a night’s sleep go by.

“Bambam’s sweet tooth for money, what can I say.” Jinyoung threw his body on the bed, eyes glued to the ceiling to revisit his winning strategy. “Truth be told, he never had a chance to win.”

“You just led him on.” Mark chuckled and walked to the bathroom. “I am going to take a shower to wash off the defeat.”

“You bet.” Jinyoung rolled over on his chest, hand reaching out for the phone in his pocket. His movement on the bed caused Mark’s phone to light up. The water in the bathroom was not running yet.

“Hey, Mark,” Jinyoung shouted for the other. “You have a missed call.”

“Yeah?” Mark’s voice echoed. “Text Joey and let him know I’ll call back.”

There was a delay in Jinyoung’s response. “It wasn’t Joey. It’s Samantha.”

The next thing he heard was the faltering sound of the water running in the shower. Mark stepped under the rapid droplets, closing his eyes. It had been 11 days since they’d last spoken and she only left an unpicked call behind. It was not like Mark was expectant of something else entirely to happen, but he did not know how to feel. Happy that she had reached out? Bitter that she had not tried more?

Mark slapped his hands against the cold tiles to steady himself. As vehemently as he tried to distance himself from Samantha, something tugged him closer. Mark felt like he walked one step ahead, and two steps behind. He kept reciting to himself that it was not real, the feelings he rejected to feel. He couldn’t allow himself to miss her.

Still, I miss you.

The bathroom door opened, and Mark walked into the room with a towel ruffling his damp hair.

“So?” Jinyoung spoke, thumb scrolling lazily on his Instagram. “Are you going to call her back?”

“Probably,” reacted Mark, almost choking on his own spit. Would it be pitiful to acknowledge to the other that, in fact, he was not as nonchalant as he wanted to let on? “when we leave later for the airport.”

“Huh.” Snickered Jinyoung, jolting himself to his feet. “Here I thought I’d get to hear that conversation.” He pursed his lips, tapping at his chin with an index. “Maybe some sort of a clarification for why she had not reached out until now?”

Mark rolled his eyes with a small smile on his lips. It wavered when Jinyoung stopped in the doorframe. “But I guess fuck buddies don’t really get such clarifications, huh?”

Two and a something hours later, the boys were prepared to leave the hotel and embark for the next stop on their tour: New Delhi. The lobby of the hotel was swarming with staff, luggage, and security, preparing for the group’s very public departure. The journey to the airport was as chaotic as ever for the boys, in a joyful and brotherly atmosphere which always eased Mark’s mind and heart. He was always beyond thankful for the company and friendship of all the boys. Each held their own piece of Mark’s.

While waiting for the private transport from the gate to their plane, Mark stepped aside from the group to make the call he owed. It should have been around 4PM in Seoul. He took an anticipative breath in his lungs and tapped on Samantha’s phone number. There shouldn’t have been a singular reason why he felt so expectant.

‘You aren’t making love to me Mark. We are having sex, it is just sex.’

“Do you really think about us like that?” he whispered under his breath, a hand reaching up to cover his face better with the mask.

Mark did not receive his chance to hear the voice of the person whom he wished to hear the answer from because the call got interrupted to voicemail. “Fuck.” The breath in his lungs rushed out, leaving blooming traces of disappointment attached to his veins. All at once, the 10-hour flight became burdensome. Mark switched his phone to airplane mode to join the boys, a wee piece of his heart shattering from the expectations that failed to come alive.

In an empty common room, Samantha was flipping through her patient’s chart, examining and re-scanning what the laboratory results and the obvious common sense were reiterating. Because of an unforeseen and tragic natural complication, her patient would have to choose to lose her pregnancy to save her life.

“How do you tell someone this?” Samantha mumbled to herself, resting her face in the warmth of her palm. She flipped the chart and sighed, closing her eyes for a loose second. She had grown too soft in the big shoes of a surgeon. But it ultimately was what made her a better surgeon.

“Hey,” Leena stopped by, in a rush to reach somewhere else entirely. “Did something happen? I was in a hurry to prepare for surgery, but I couldn’t ignore you here all sappy by yourself.”

“Yeah. This patient I saw today… I have to tell her she has to give up the baby to save her life. This is why I sometimes am at peace with my decision to step back from being a surgeon.”

“And all the other times when you are not at peace?” Leena seated herself by Samantha.

“All the other times are when I miss going in the OR. Like last time I went in with Jonathan. It was the thrill crawling back, until it made my fingers tingle.” Another sigh. “Then I try to heal and come back, and I have to tell a mother to kill her child. Is this fair?”

“No, it’s not. It’s not. But you must remember how many lives you’ve saved and how many you can save, still. Young lives, who don’t even know they are about to live.”

Samantha tilted her head to look at Leena who had a softened look on her face. “Yeah.” She concluded as Leena rose from her seat.

“I gotta go now, Sam. Think about it. We miss having you around the OR. My girl power team lost all that power.” Leena gestured dramatically with her hands. “Maybe it’s a stretch but I think Mark would say the same to you, if he were here.”

“What?” Samantha exhaled. “Why are you thinking about Mark?”

Leena perked in the distance, as she was walking away “Because you won’t!”

And true she wasn’t. Samantha leaned back down in the chair, eyes obsessed with the ceiling of the office. It pained a little, both her ego and her wishes. Reason would say he couldn’t have picked up in the middle of the night, through the thousands of little things he had to attend to in the middle of a world tour, on top of probably the fatigue kicking in. Against reason, Samantha would tell herself anything to keep herself from hurting. Lies were always easier. Truth was always justifiable.

Truth was, Mark was everything she didn’t picture him to be.

Samantha gathered the scattered chart off the desk and mustered her courage to fill the big shoes of the surgeon she knew herself to be. Ever since Mark stumbled in the bar that night, to curl her hair through his fingers in a cheeky endeavor to rescue her from a vulgar stranger, with the smooth smile and the glimmer in his eye, Samantha’s life felt like it finally took a seat, on a vast green plain under the night sky. When pausing for oneself started to matter.

The rest of the day felt differently after Samantha decided to take charge. She went ahead and had the talk with the family whose happy hope vanished from their fingers. Then she offered to take lead of the surgery. The way she used to carry herself was slowly returning, with all the responsibility and the dignity. It was then she realized she did miss saving lives.

“So I guess it’s time to ask again about riding together? On the bikes, of course.” Jonathan laughed at his own joke, which brought a smile to Samantha’s own lips.

“You know what?” Samantha said, turning up the engine and securing herself atop of the seat. “I’m going to say pass for tonight, but let’s do it some time. It’s just been a full day today.”

“So I’ve heard,” Jonathan said, climbing in his seat and undoing his helmet. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

Samantha chuckled. “I know I don’t really take you at your word, most of the time. But I do appreciate you being in my life Jonathan.”

Jonathan threw his head away to veil his content expression. There were times like that one when Samantha wished she knew what was going on through his head. “Someone has to stick around, until prince charming rides back from his tour. Saw he got all naked and whatever up there. Not cool.”

“Mhm. Not cool for someone who asks prince charming how sex with me is.”

Jonathan almost dropped his helmet to the ground.

“Why would you ask him that?”

He raked his hair with his fingers, the previous content expression fading into a longing one. “Because it is part of why I made that bet with you when you were hopelessly drunk and so was I and I hoped we’d wake up and forget.”

It was almost puerile that they both remembered an inebriated bet to sleep with one another when they both had the desirous impulse of the body to do that on the spot. And, somehow, they did not go through with it.

“Jonathan—”

“You should have lied to me and told me you forgot. I would’ve made allowances for how your skin felt against my own. You didn’t even kiss me on the mouth you know?”

Jonathan kicked the jack of his motorcycle. “And trust me, I am actively working on giving up on you but it’s one hell of a job. So yes, that’s why I asked him how sex with you was, to get some closure. And Romeo proved to be almighty with it.” He threw one last look at the girl, and it caused Samantha’s breath to hitch in her throat. Under the alabaster streetlight, Jonathan looked so vulnerable. “Bear with me as I’m giving up on you.”

Keys rumbled against the glassy surface of the living room coffee table. The helmet bounced on the cushions of the sofa in a hasty attempt for Samantha to undress off her riding suit. Samantha plopped into the depth of the couch, skin getting goose bumps from the cold material. It was already the depth of the night when she finally managed to catch a stable breath. The roughness of the day found refuge in her nape, pressing unpleasantly in her muscles. Murphy came running towards her, jumping in an agile motion on the couch beside her. The contact of his fur against her skin eased the pressure in her body. Samantha twirled Murphy’s coat through her fingers, and the dog snuggled closer into her side. He perked up at her, always receptive of her mood.

With the other free hand, Samantha hastily searched for her mobile phone. The silence in her house echoed loudly, in sync with her accelerated thoughts. Jonathan’s confession ripped a band-aid which she did not believe she had. She felt guilty for the impulsive decisions she took a long time before, which still reflected into their present. Almost like a butterfly effect. Had she chosen Jonathan back then, would she have suffered the same heartbreak by his side? Would they have parted, or would they have thrived? Would she have avoided the public humiliation in the hospital?

Would she have met Mark?

The silvery radiance of the moon tiptoed into the living room through the crack of curtains, settling on the black screen of Samantha’s phone. It was repelled by the quick motion to turn the gadget on, an even quicker one to reach Mark’s phone number. A very late observation that he had called her back.

Would she have felt the same need to reach out to any other man, same as she did to Mark? A sliver of a breeze trembled through the thin material of the curtains, disturbing the lull of the house. In that natural equilibrium, the moonlight painted Samantha’s features in an artificial calm. Her heartbeat picked up in her chest.

Samantha drew her breath in sharply when the call connected.

“Mark? Hey, I know it must be late wherever you are, I wasn’t expecting you to pick up. How are you?”

She must have spoken fast, precipitated, in a much too evident surprise and much too little preparation for the feelings raging in her ribcage. All the stupid childish reasons of Mark being and keeping away took the reins.

“I’m sleeping, babe.”

Mark’s voice was low and coarse, at times breathy. Unbeknownst to him, Mark played with her heartstrings, with the ease with which he called her that affectionate name. He could not have meant that.

“Sure, no I’ll let you sleep, I’m sorry I disturbed you—”

“…don’t go. Missed your voice.”

Samantha took her phone away from her ear reflexively to double-check it was indeed Mark whom she was speaking to. On the other line, a faded puffing sound confirmed he was still there, as if he was adjusting his position.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I am, I just… you took me by surprise.”

“Mhm. You, too.”

A gust of wind played with the calescent air in Samantha’s living room. Through Mark’s groggy voice she couldn’t tell if he was upset, sad, or even remotely happy with her for contacting him.

“Just know I’m kinda drunk, so I might say shit.” Mark snickered, which caused Samantha to emit a giggle of her own. She had a palpable reason to blame Mark’s drunkenness for her heart’s quiver. “Drank our minds off with the boys. Middle of the evening.” Another snicker.

He was devastatingly alluring.

Samantha’s voice eased to Mark’s, a lonely index tracing the naked skin of her abdomen. The moon shifted, as if following the movements of the hand in a trance. “You’re too coherent to be drunk. Any special reason for the celebration?”

“Guess we felt like. Don’t know about them but I had a reason.”

Samantha took the bait. “Oh? How so?”

A sharp breath echoed on Mark’s side of the line, closely followed by another sharp exhale. “Promise you won’t get upset with me?”

Samantha’s eyebrows rose with curiosity, yet the heart in her ribcage threatened to stop beating. “I won’t.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you.” But Mark stopped himself once again to prolong the anticipation Samantha prepared herself for. Maybe he would tear the scar open and confess he’d slept with others, that he went ahead and made good of their agreement, that he did not care. Or maybe that he was enough of a good guy to at least let her know he’d touched other women, that he’d heard other women scream his name in the intimacy of his sheets—

“I missed you.”

The sound of thunder reverberated in the infinity of the sky and a glim of lightning flashed in the darkness of the living room to put a halt to Samantha’s life. A strong current awoke goosebumps on Samantha’s skin, akin to Mark’s tender touch whenever he pulled her body to hide into his own.

Mark continued. “But I know you don’t miss me cause heck, you would’ve called a lot more than once, so cheers to me. You’ll say, ‘why are you an asshole cause you didn’t call either’, and you could be right.” A short pause. “I actually could be the asshole.”

What was Samantha supposed to say? How was she supposed to form coherent thoughts in her mind when Mark singlehandedly went and kicked away all rationality had to offer? In the tone of his voice, Samantha felt resentment. A resentment directed at himself for wishing he’d done better.

I should have done better, Mark.

“No, Mark, don’t say that about yourself. You could be anything but an asshole.”

I missed you too, Mark. And I didn’t want to.

“No, it’s fine. Absolutely fine. I’m just sex. You’re just sex. We’re just sex, nothing more, right?”

A sudden downpour started falling over the horizon, in a ghastly chase to envelop the night sky of Seoul. The sound of droplets played in a staccato rhythm, brushing against the tall glass windows of Samantha’s house. The restless curtains danced however the wind dictated, to cast shadows of the moon over her features, now rigid from the amalgam of emotions pirouetting through her being.

If she hadn’t met Mark, would she have wished to grant herself a second chance so easily?

Samantha rose lazily from the couch, leaving Murphy behind to meditate in his calmness. She carried herself to the windows, gripping the handle to open one of them, and ultimately seated herself on the windowpane. She extended one leg to feel the rain. “Do you hear that, Mark?” she spoke ultimately, tears gathering at her eyelids.

“Is that rain?” replied Mark, accompanied by a hissing sound. “It’s pouring in New Delhi, too.”

“It feels so cold on my skin.”

Another thunder trembled in the sky.

“I’m so jealous.”

“Jealous? Jealous on what?”

“All this rain is getting to touch you and I’m not.”

Samantha brought one knee to her chest to lean her cheek against it. If it was raining in New Delhi, it meant that maybe, just maybe, her and Mark could both look at the same sky.

It took a considerable amount of effort for Mark to push himself straight outside of bed. He couldn’t remember at what time the boys got back to the hotel, at what time he fell asleep, and he couldn’t remember why he recognized Samantha’s voice without even knowing it was her who called. With each reply exchanged between them, Mark was driving back to reality, a reality where both him and Samantha were looking at the same sky.

He walked over to the window of his hotel room, peeling it open to fully pick up the song of the rain. There was a tiny table adjacent to the window where he prompted his body, head leaning against the pane, and the free arm toying with the beads rushing down from the sky.

A reality where he was catching feelings for a woman who did not feel the same.

“It feels so cold on my skin too, beautiful.”

Maybe it was because of the same sky they both were watching but it felt like Samantha was smiling. “Why would you be jealous?”

“I should be, shouldn’t I? When something other than me is touching my fuck buddy.”

There was a pause on the other line. Rain was feeling tougher against Mark’s forearm.

“No one has touched me since you left, Mark. Don’t think anyone will.”

It was too good to be true. He did not believe her, could not believe her. Mark retreated his arm and raked his fingers through his hair. The coldness of summer rain made him flinch.

Mark was playing a game he knew he’d already lost.

“Do you think about us? Do you think about me, how I’m touching you?”

“Yeah, I do. I did today.”

Mark’s mind replayed their kiss in the club’s locker room.

Samantha’s mind replayed their kiss in the club’s locker room.

“Do you like the way I’m touching you?”

Mark’s mind replayed their hug in the club’s locker room.

Samantha’s mind replayed their hug in the club’s locker room.

“I do.”

“I guess you still want me to fuck you, then.”

Samantha’s lack of response gave Mark the opportunity to glue his eyes to an outward building which still kept its presence through the water veil. The buzz of the alcohol was still messing with his head, and with his emotions. He shouldn’t had gotten so attached to a game plan, he should had cared enough back in the club when Samantha stated she was not interested. There was just something about her that kept reeling him in, which only amplified with each touch they shared, doubled with each kiss, tripled with each moan she’d mewl, calling out his name.

At the end of the day, the heart wants what it wants. And the heart shuddered at the thought of her moaning any other name than his.

“Hey Sam, I gotta go. I’m supposed to be waking up in 3 hours to rehearse the setting for the concert.”

This time, it was Sam. Not ‘babe’, not ‘beautiful’, just ‘Sam’. Bleak, obscure, a name. Samantha feared a simple name that carried no meaning. It was supposed to carry a meaning.

“Are you frustrated with me, Mark?” she breathed out, the tears rolling down her cheeks at the thought.

“What? No, I’m not. I’m not. Promise.”

“How long will you be gone, still? I hope it’s not that long because I’m naked and I am sitting on the windowpane, hoping that this rain will make me recall how your hands felt against my skin, and it’s not you and I cannot recall how your hands felt against my skin, Mark.”

Clouds wrecked into one another to release a rambunctious roar.

Mark sighed, and it almost broke Samantha’s heart. Then he laughed, and suddenly, the world came alive.

“Okay, let me guide you to remember, hmm?”

“Guide me.”

“If you lay your hand to the side of your neck, cupping it, but not too tight, and a bit far back, you’ll remember it is my favorite spot to hold when we hug.”

In thorough obedience, Samantha did just as Mark instructed her to. She closed her eyes, picturing Mark’s silhouette right by her side.

“Now, if you lower your hand to your side, not too low on the hip, and drum your fingers against the flesh, you’ll remember it is my favorite spot to tickle you.”

The action made Samantha giggle loudly, almost the same as Mark used to. “I am ticklish there, yeah.”

Mark laughed, and Samantha couldn’t see, but he laughed heartily. “Yeah, I know. Now, if you go further and caress a trail from your lower belly all the way to your clit, you’ll remember it is my favorite spot to make you pant. Right before I slide a finger inside you.”

Samantha followed Mark’s voice until her middle finger caressed over her womanhood, a loud whine erupted from the back of her throat. “Oh no, no, don’t even think about doing it. The last part is left for me to do.”

She unexpectedly stopped, Mark’s charm still working strongly. “How did you know I wanted to do that?”

“I know what your body is telling me, angel. It’s just you I need to know more about. I’ll be back in a week and a half, can you hold out for me this long? I can always talk you through it if you think you can’t.”

Samantha scoffed jokingly, draping her hand around herself instead. A week and a half felt to her like an eternity. When Mark had her wrapped around his finger like a marionette, when he knew when to go back to calling her endearingly, when he so easily confessed it was hard on him, as much as it became hard on her, the time stopped dilating as fast. Another bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, casting a porcelain light over her body.

“When you come back to me, Mark, I’ll tell you about the more you want to know.”

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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #smut #lemons #eren x black reader #eren x poc!reader #aot x black reader

[letsskiptothewedding]

✁ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠 ..

pairing: rafe cameron x she/her!reader

summary: kooks and pogues are gathering around the annual bonfire, some hoping to burn their residing conflicts, others not knowing how to approach the burning fire.

warnings: if you have seen this fanfic before, it’s because i had to delete my account and reupload, english isn’t my first language and also this is my first fanfic ever so please be nice 2 me, cussing, literary references to ray bradbury’s fahrenheit 451 (deeper knowledge not really needed, it’s just ab the theme of fire really), slight ooc rafe but not really

it was a pleasure to burn.

lazily, y/n swung her right leg over the arm of her basket chair, gazing at the oceanic waves in the sunset light while thinking about that set of words which caused her head to slightly spin, paired with the dizziness that comes with finishing a book after hours of reading it. she knit her eyebrows together in thought. of course she knew what that meant on its own, but having now finished the book she couldn’t help but wonder how it applied to the main character and his overall story, guy montag.

what an unusual name, she thought. a supposedly ordinary guy, a firefighter, a proletarian through and through - he was supposed to be a pogue, if pogues would’ve been a thing in the early 1950s, when fahrenheit 451 was written. “bullshit”, she laughed, “the motherfucker’s name is guy montag.” she had a habit of talking to herself (she always realized it afterwards, but never got around to fixing that issue).

imagine being named after a weekday - in german too!, she thought, finding her own name much more pleasant than whatever poor guy had going on. picking up the tiny, ragged book from the coffee table on the cameron’s terrace, she shifted in her comfy chair and flipped through the pages, her favorite quotes marked in sarah’s blue highlighter flying past her eyes, as if to remind her of her recent journey into another person’s mind. she hummed along to the song playing from the stereo, which she recognized to be “Norman fucking Rockwell” by lana del rey. she wondered if maybe sarah knew who was playing the aux or who the stereo belonged to, since it was out of question that no one but a kook could afford such a high-sum device.

“you act like a child even though you stand six foot two.” she sighed, unfortunately knowing quite a lot of men fitting that description, manchildren, never quite getting their shit done, always expecting their women to clean up after them. but isn’t that exactly what lana’s music was all about? wasn’t that what she, y/n, was attracted to? having people relying on her, depending on her, making her feel needed?

“dawg, turn this depressing ass music off, are you kidding me.” jj pulled slightly on her hair, squeezing himself in the tiny gap between her and the basket chair, which once was hers but now was unfortunately tarnished by his annoying presence; so she thought but admittedly never could get herself to feel as if it was truly factual. john b let himself down on the couch across her with a huff, grabbing her book out of her hands while placing his legs on the coffee table. “wow, y/n, always on a mission to make us feel stupid, huh?”, he remarked after reading the first few pages, grinning. “or maybe she’s just naturally smart”, said pope, turning the stereo off after repeated agitated hand signs by jj, who couldn’t reach it from his current seating position. “yeah, that’s probably it”, jj laughed, grabbing her water from the chair next to them and taking a huge sip. she rolled her eyes, afterwards fixing them on john b. “maybe it would do you good to pick up a book once in a while, huh, johnny? want me to give you recs?”

jj laughed while looking at his best friend. “hell nah, but thanks for the offer, man, ‘ppreciate it.” pope leaned towards her, whispering in a way that only someone who wants to be heard would whisper: “the last book he read was charlotte’s web and that was in second grade.” she giggled, protesting half-heartedly: “hey, don’t be conceited! charlotte’s web is a good classic, alright?”, trying to hide her smile behind her hand. john b scoffed at the light teasing of his friends, gently placing the book on the table since he knew of what importance this book, along with every other book that y/n managed to buy from the second hand store, was. he put his hat on backwards and crossed his arms on his chest. “we wanted to come over to escort you to the bonfire.”

“dude, you wouldn’t even have to, i have been itching to go. can’t wait to see all my beloved kooks and their 90$ champagne.” she leaned over to grab the water out of jj’s hands, which he willingly let happen; usually she and him had to wrestle for whatever the other was holding in their hands, but the sunset - going on night - air was so unusually hot that whatever resistance against everything the opposing party does (as usual in sibling-like relationships) melted away with their sweat. “figured you’d say that, since you love to see our fellow pogues betray our blood line by taking off with those kooks”, jj laughed, ruffling her hair. pope rolled his eyes, inherently being against jj’s moral position of being doomed with the eternal case of poverty which in his eyes would not spare them nor their future generations of kids.

“come on, let’s go get sarah and kie”, pope proposed to john b, stepping right in front of him and kicking his leg. john b groaned, burying his face in his hands, proceeding to rub it, as if attempting to dispel any leftover comfort the couch gave him. “alright, alright.” grumbling something about “don’t wanna” “my couch” and “why”, he walked away with pope, leaving jj and y/n on their own. “okay, now, y/n, listen to me, ‘kay?” jj turned to her, locking his eyes on her to make sure she really did listen. she emptied out her glass and groaned. “jj, i swear to god, if you’re gonna give me a speech AGAIN about the fucking birds and the bees i will end our friendship.” - “i don’t think you can, i mean, we’re pogues, right? you’re my sister! which is exactly why-“, y/n started to get up but jj grabbed her arm hastily, “hey, woah, wait, okay- i’m just trying to warn you okay? no pogue on pogue macking and ESPECIALLY no pogue on kook macking, alright?”

she scoffed. “then who else am i supposed to mack, jj? there’s no one left.” “maybe some of the newcomers who haven’t decided yet, i don’t know.” he lifted his cap to fix his hair and put it on again to emphasize the absolutness of his statements. “what makes you think that you could boss me around about that in the first place?”, she said while picking up her book from the coffee table. john b’s voice echoed on the stair case, signaling that the four were on their way to the two of them. jj sprung up from his chair enthusiastically, grinning his dimpled smile. “i just love you too much and don’t want anything to happen to our little literary genius, okay?”

he lightly flicked her forehead and turned towards the rest of the group, who were on their way out the door. “ayo, wait up!” , y/n shouted, shoving jj before running off. jj cussed, sprinting after her like a maniac, determined to make her pay for even daring to touch him.

the walk to the the place of the bonfire was quite short, with it taking place on figure eight and not on pogue territory. it was a kook who organized it after all, who probably wanted to save face in front of their peers by not forcing them to go to the cut (very menacing name, y/n had thought when she visited sarah’s estate for the first time.)

as they inched closer to the location, youthful voices and rap music grew louder and louder and crescendoed as they stepped to the iron gates of the mansion which were already invitingly open, as if to mock them for their obvious displacement based on their appearance. determined not to get lost in cowardice, y/n took the first step towards the grass that happened to already be covered in plastic cups. she could hear kie cussing behind her.

once they joined the masses, the group quickly split up, seeing different friends outside of their own that the others weren’t as familiar with. to her right, jj hugged a former friend of his who had dropped out of school to work on kook houses with his father. his name seemed to have escaped y/n’s mind. she set off on her own, not without jj tapping her lightly on her hand though and giving her a stern look, as if to remind her of his previous words. slightly agitated, y/n gave him an annoyed thumbs up and squeezed her way through the dancing bodies towards the ‘bar’.

the bar was nothing more than two beer barrels with a plank on top but it had a wide variety of different beverages including what y/n wanted, “fanta and jägermeister, please”.

“oh hey, y/n. hi.” y/n squinted to see something in the strobing lights, making out prominent cheek bones and a middle part. “ugh, not you.” it had slipped out before she could even process who it was. i really should try and fix this habit of mine.

“wow i’m offended.”, said rafe cameron, holding a filled cup with orange liquor towards her. y/n was unsure whether she should actually accept his mix or not. having heard nothing but bad things from him, she was surprised he was even at this party, considering that sarah had told her he had taken their father’s death way worse than she had. as if testing her, rafe raised his eyebrow and pulled his hand with the cup back. “if you don’t want it, imma drink it, just so you know.” - “hell no, give it to me.” AGAIN. y/n slapped herself mentally. she knew better than to accept a drink from men, especially when that man was described by jj as quote unquote “batshit crazy”. yet he handed her the drink with a taunt of a smile on his lips, turning away to talk to the next ‘customer’.

as she stepped away from the bar, y/n noticed that she surreally had not felt an ounce of stress about the aura he had emmitted, only about her own stupidness and her regular anxiety when it came to accepting drinks from men she did not know. she had never talked to rafe before, due to sarah’s constant effort to separate those two sides of her life with all her might. strange as it was, that quick interaction lingered in her mind as she strolled towards a little terrace like area, from which you could see over the harbor. as she stepped forward and leaned on the railing, she became embalmed by the view, taking in the harbor who seemed to be fighting against the moon’s whitening light with his own human made electricity, working hard as ever to fulfill his purpose and give ships a home for one night.

taking the first sip from rafe’s mix, she tried to taste any weird notes that felt out of place, anything that would prevent her to stop drinking. she wasn’t a heavy drinker by any means, that title belonged to jj and john b only. no, she just always asked for the same fanta with jägermeister if she got the chance, which meant she could easily distinguish between a good mix and a tainted one. however, this one seemed to genuinely be fine. huh, weird, y/n thought, having prepared herself for a fist fight tomorrow if she had woken up in somebody else’s bed.

“is it good?”, a voice made itself known behind her. stepping up beside her, rafe opened up a beer with his teeth, placing the beer mat on the slim railing, careful not to tip it over. “wouldn’t want to destroy the environment now, would we?” y/n couldn’t tell if he was making fun of her or not. should she stay or should she leave? conveniently, a passage from fahrenheit 451 came to mind, something about montag’s wife mildred having two women inside of her that were so opposing that they had never met. y/n did not know what to do with that piece of information that her mind had just given her. what was she supposed to do? juggle with it? perform a party trick? recite the passage line for line?

she cleared her throat. “i thought you laced it with something to be honest.” he leaned on the railing, not facing her, god bless, which she was deeply thankful for. “given your record and all.” he let out a sharp exhale, hinting at an amused laugh before taking a sip from his beer. shaking his head slightly, he murmured: “yeah? and what is my record, hm?” turning his head towards her, she couldn’t help but mirror his gesture. “i’m friends with john b, i think i’ve heard a thing or two.” - “oh yeah? like what?”

he leaned in a little causing her to turn her head back towards the noise of the harbor. “that you do drugs and that you beat up pope for sinking your boat. stuff like that.” she stole a glance towards his face, seeing an expression that was somehow, relieved? y/n couldn’t figure for the life of her what could be so relieving about people knowing that you take drugs. “okay, well, uh, first of all, that was topper’s boat and not mine. second of all”, he turned towards her with an unreadable expression on his face, “pope deserved it.” looking him up and down, y/n drank a little from her drink. “what about the drugs then?” rafe stayed silent, staring absently on her lips where her drink had just layed a coat of liquor. he seemed to be looking right through her. “hello? earth to rafe cameron?”

suddenly, the named straightened his posture, fixing his hair while looking down on his beer. “you wanna go to the bonfire?”, he asked, finally raising his eyes with a light smile to find hers. she looked to her right. y/n had not yet spared a single glance towards the fire at all, having been preoccupied by the thoughts about the man in front of her. silently, the two set themselves into motion at the same time, trotting next to each other towards the burning fire, careful not to touch each other in any way. “there’s a bench over there”, rafe said and stepped towards it, sitting down. y/n followed him suit, all the while scanning the circle for any of her p4l-friends. ah voilà, john b. with a concerned look on his face, he cocked his head to his side, as if to ask her if he had to come rescue her. she smiled and gave him a thumbs up, letting him know that rafe hadn’t done anything yet.

“always need your guardian dogs, huh?” - “oh shut up, rafe.” he let out a quiet laugh and emptied his beer, chucking it right next to the trash can. “wow, you’re absolutely horrendous.” not thinking much of it, y/n x-ed her cup and attempted a throw.

she missed. next to her, rafe started chuckling quietly, raising his volume as the seconds went by. “not you thinking you’re better than me.”, he laughed, trying to hide his grin behind his hand. y/n felt like she was burning up. really, all she wanted was for a comet to plummet right down on her very face, sparing her of this embarrassment. that was the last straw, she thought. having seemingly calmed down from his little laughing fit, rafe patted her on the shoulder and rubbed his eyes, as if to remove the tears that he had from laughing. and she started grinning.

as she felt herself become livelier with her grin, she turned towards his face, illuminated by the red filter of the bonfire, covering his hair, his eyes, his mouth without halt and couldn’t help but wonder if what her friends had said about him was in fact true. more so, she thought, maybe her and that guy montag had more in common than she thought. straying from something that would have such a grip on her, on her life, on her relationships, purely out of fear that it would consume her wholely, with her permission and her will to give her all to it no matter what would happen. that it would make her destroy herself and others out of pure selfishness by finding her way back to it, wherever, whenever.

the red light on his face and hands retreated abruptly, as someone had pushed over the ‘bar’ with all its beverages on it. and y/n felt lost, like she was on a traintrack with nowhere to go.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fluff #obx #obx x reader #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fluff #drew starkey #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey fluff #pankobook!fanfics

[myheartissetinmotion]

hello, internet

I’m really about to expose myself here huh

anyway, this post is the brainchild of my quarantine. Beginning somewhere around April (what even is time) and ongoing to this day, I’ve written screenplays and fics, made pinterest boards and spotify playlists, dreamed up choreography, and plotted storylines, all as a product of both escapism from this insane world and yearning to be part of my favorite tv show in any capacity.

guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, buckle your seatbelts and allow me to introduce you to “Zoey’s Extraordinary Cousin”, Victoria Evelyn Clarke.

(most of this was written before s2 premiered, and I won’t always be changing her whole story as it would be required on this post, but I’ll continue to add fics which modify stuff to fit s2 canon)

general stuff

name: Victoria Evelyn Clarke (named after a song-first-and a friend-middle)

nickname: Tori

age: 23

height: 5′9″ (plenty of opportunity for the brogrammers to joke about how short Zoey is when compared to her younger cousin)

hair: auburn, medium length, wavy

eyes: hazel, she wears glasses

family: her father is Mitch’s brother, so Maggie and Mitch are her aunt and uncle, making Zoey and David her cousins

occupation: just graduated from a BFA musical theatre program; hired to play piano in the SPRQpoint lobby, stays there for most of the time that her story is shown and eventually books a role in the LA area, which causes her departure from the show (if she’s just a recurring character)

a few of her functions as a character

disclaimer: I’m fully aware that a lot of concepts I’ve come up with for her couldn’t actually happen on the show (especially if I played her, which of course is the ultimate dream), but I just wanted to put all of my ideas into one place

because she ends up working at SPRQpoint, Victoria serves as a bridge between Zoey’s work life and family life, making the story more cohesive

due to the blood relation and her empathetic nature, she can tell when people are singing to her. Zoey tells her about the power right away, and she provides insight, taking on a similar role to Mo but with the added bonus of already knowing her family and getting to know her coworkers better. A complication in the powers is always interesting, and it opens the door for many more possibilities

she’ll bring more musical theatre songs to the table and diversify the music genres discussed on the show; it would also be really interesting to have a character that plays an instrument and see how that might factor into heartsongs

she’d strengthen the theme of music bringing empathy through storytelling; through her insight and empathetic nature, she sees qualities in some characters that Zoey and the audience haven’t seen yet

she’s been the “therapist friend” all her life, and a big part of her arc is learning how to take care of herself and realizing that her own emotions are just as valid as those of the people she helps; this gives a contrast to Zoey’s initial awkwardness when it comes to emotions and helping people, and they help each other through everything

the fact that she quickly falls for Leif sends Zoey into a bit of a tailspin; she feels that she has to tell her what else he’s sung, which results in a question about the ethics of the power and privacy. This’ll give more depth to Leif (who we’ve barely heard from emotionally since mid-ep-11; there’s a lot behind “things change, people change” that I’m curious about) along with bringing out a protective side to Zoey and deepening the Clarke family dynamic

personality and characterization tidbits

hufflepuff through and through

sees the best in people

loves music and is really knowledgeable about it (see Zoey and Mo in the relationship section down below for the impact of this) and has escaped into it her whole life; this makes her almost a foil to Zoey as they balance each other out

just as awkward as Zoey; one can absolutely tell that they’re related if only by their speech patterns and appearance

has a playlist for every imaginable human emotion

bi and hopeless romantic, but has never really felt wanted

unashamed theatre kid

quick-thinking and witty, intelligent but idealistic, and sometimes comes across as naïve

passionate about activism and working for change

feels and cares very deeply

see pinterest board and spotify playlist below in the references section for more

relationships with other characters

Zoey Clarke: her cousin. After graduation, Victoria visits her family to be there for them after the funeral, and this begins her storyline. The extended Clarke family is tight-knit, and she and Zoey have been really close friends throughout their entire lives. They can read each other well, and the established relationship is really clear in their dialogue and the way that each is one of the few people that the other feels genuinely comfortable around. Partly because Zoey never had a younger sibling, she was always very protective of her younger cousin. This comes into play in a huge way during Victoria’s storyline, beginning with her second heartsong. One of Zoey’s internal conflicts throughout this situation is the decision of how much to share with Tori of what she knows due to earlier heartsongs; she feels it would be an invasion of privacy to tell too much, but she also feels at the start that Tori is being naïve and a bit too trusting and doesn’t want her to get hurt. This struggle deals with both Zoey’s personal relationships and the ethics of the power.

Leif Donnelly: the reason for the aforementioned internal conflict. Victoria falls hard and fast for him during her first tour of the fourth floor, leading to her second heartsong. When confronted by a dumbfounded Zoey about it, she denies it as nothing more than infatuation at first sight, but this gets harder to believe as time goes on and Zoey has to watch her cousin and sworn rival genuinely becoming friends. After a few weeks, she learns and has to accept that Victoria’s feelings are genuine. Reciprocation, though, is a whole different matter; they find this out by way of another heartsong, which is also how Victoria learns of her own addition to the power. Witnessing that song pushes Zoey over the edge, and similarly to s1e5, she eventually blurts out the truth about Leif’s previous heartsongs and relationship with Joan, which leads to Victoria’s very conflicted heartsong rendition of “Toxic” (because if no one sings it to him at some point in the series, that’s a seriously missed opportunity). We see their later conversation: Victoria isn’t sure how to bring it up, but she doesn’t have to, because the events of the end of s1 obviously did take a big toll on Leif and he wants to be honest with her about it (see chapter 7 of singin’ from a streetlight). It would be interesting if she had something to do with the way he eventually found out about the power; Victoria lives very much by her moral compass, and she would feel awful about knowing things that he doesn’t know that she knows. If I had to sum up the relationship in terms of how it serves the show, Victoria sees the parts of Leif that Zoey and the audience (for most of the season) don’t, and he’s one of the first people who’s ever made her feel wanted.

Mo Montgomery: these two get along splendidly. So splendidly, in fact, that Zoey sometimes even regrets introducing them, especially when she can’t sleep due to their late-night, belt-to-the-rafters karaoke sessions that can be heard through the apartment walls. Mo finally has someone in the building (Victoria is staying with Zoey through the duration of her arc on the show) who properly appreciates music, and the three of them (plus Max and whoever else learns about the power-Simon absolutely has to in season 2, come on) become a sort of ragtag let’s-figure-out-this-crazy-power group of friends.

David Clarke: I’ve always thought that the backstory revealed in ep 5 of David being a former theatre kid was really interesting. He and Victoria have bonded over this for a long time, and she feels betrayed when he leaves it behind due to the toxic masculinity explored in ep 5. I’d love an ep called “Zoey’s Extraordinary Brother” or something that goes deeper into that; Victoria definitely has a hand in helping David embrace that part of himself, and she’s almost as close with him as she is with Zoey.

Max Richman: she’s actually known him for quite a while, having done a bit of community theatre with him before he even met Zoey (because you cannot tell me that this man, who can canonically sing and dance and genuinely enjoys it, wasn’t one of the only boys in his high school theatre program and didn’t ever play Georg Novak at some point). He seemed to have gone through some Good Old Fashioned Character Development in ep 12, what with the “focus on yourself right now” and everything, but there’s still quite a lot to unpack that was revealed between 7 and 11. Honestly, I just want to see someone Talk Some Freakin Sense Into Him, and an old friend who’s been removed from the situation but knows both him and Zoey very well is a pretty good bet.

Simon Haynes: Victoria, along with Mo, acts as Zoey’s confidant for the central love triangle. She’s a bit put off by the idea of Simon’s cheating, but sympathizes with both him and Jessica after learning the whole story; upon meeting him, she thinks he’s wonderful. (he honestly gets some of my favorite dialogue on the show...who else can pull off all of those deep conversations along with “this is a classy affair, of course there’ll be pigs in a blanket”? in this house we appreciate JCS)

Tobin Batra: the first person she meets on her first tour of SPRQpoint, much to Zoey’s dismay. As the audience learns more about him (which I’m so freakin excited for, by the way), he and Victoria share quite a bit of banter while the season goes on. Tobin also thoroughly enjoys trying to push Leif and Victoria together, and there are a lot of fun scenes in which he has a blast acting as a wingman for his oldest and newest friends.

Mitch and Maggie Clarke: they mean absolutely everything to her. Victoria’s parents are usually supportive, but they often consider her career as an entity separate from her as a person and discuss it as if the decisions are up to them; she was always able to come to her aunt and uncle when she needed to, and she’ll always be grateful to them for it. As  previously mentioned, the extended Clarkes are really close, and Victoria deeply regrets not being able to make it to Mitch’s funeral. At the start of her arc, she believes that she doesn’t have as much right to grieve and that she has to “stay strong” for her family. Over the course of her storyline, she realizes that there are people that are there for her just as much as she’s there for them. This includes Leif, Zoey, and Mo; Maggie is one of the most important of these for her. Family is at the core of this show, and at the core of Victoria’s being.

Emily Kang: first of all, I’m still hoping she gets “Everything Changes” from Waitress in season 2. Victoria admires her wit and they enjoy each other’s company; when needed, she loves babysitting her second cousin.

Abigail: give her a last name gosh darnit. I hope she comes back as an intern in season 2; she and Tori would be SUCH good friends, and it might be neat if they had a duet of sorts, so that she’d be signing with the strings carrying on her part as Tori sang.

Aiden:  okay, I knew from the beginning they’d be best friends oh my god. She’s closer in age to him than she is to Zoey; she was often babysat by her cousins when she was little, and that’s how she got to know the kid next door, the kid who air-guitared along to the radio and made plans with her to travel the world when they got older. Naturally, she had the biggest crush on him, which Zoey thought was hilarious. They still support each other’s music and keep in touch to this day.

I’m not sure what’s going to happen in season 2 with new characters, etc, and whether characters such as Joan, Autumn, Howie, Eddie, Deb, Ava, Jessica, etc are coming back. My ideas for this character and her relationships will obviously change as the show progresses (I say as if anything will happen-it’s one of the only things I have left to hope for, okay, voice in my head, shut up) and I’m looking forward to seeing how the story continues to unfold.

some potential heartsongs

“Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” from The Phantom of the Opera: the first that the audience sees of her. After an episode of Zoey Going Through Some Stuff, she needs to talk to her dad, and realizes once she reaches the cemetery that she’s not the only one. It’s raining, much as it was when they tried to choose his plot. It’s just the beginning of the song; on “all that you dreamed I could”, Victoria’s voice cracks-she’s crying as she’s singing-and she trails off, then the instrumental continues while they talk. I mean, we’ve already had a song from an ALW musical...IT COULD WORK.

“Absolutely Smitten” by Dodie: after her first tour of the fourth floor, to an oblivious Leif. I’ve always wondered why they haven’t used the swings in the choreography yet, so I just decided to do it because Why Not. The vibes of this song would be perfect for the vibes of SPRQpoint, and it works for the scene as well; it’s vulnerable enough to be the beginning of real feelings, but cutesy enough for her to deny it to Zoey as nothing more than infatuation. If we can put the railing on the staircase back in from the pilot, it fits pretty well as a sliding-down-the-railing song, if that makes sense.

“Human” by Christina Perri: a visit to her parents. enough said. It serves as a major release for Victoria as well as the reveal that she’s far from the put-together person that she tries to be; I also feel like this kind of song would fit well into the show, and it’s more recognizable to the mainstream than most of the other songs on this list. This is also a wake-up call to Zoey that her cousin really is hurting, and the “help” that prevents the song from haunting her comes from the fact that she’s the first person to really understand Victoria’s relationship with her parents and be there for her.

“Strawberry Blond” by Mitski: the epitome of Yearning™. A few weeks have passed since “Absolutely Smitten”, and as much as Zoey would like to stay in denial about her cousin’s feelings, the universe isn’t going to let her; “I love everybody because I love you” is pretty difficult to twist out of context. This one is short and sweet, starting at the second verse and skipping to the repeated chorus. The choreo epitomizes the paradox of combined awkwardness and grace that lies at the heart of Tori’s character. She floats and spins, propelling herself around the office as if lifted from within by the music, never taking her eyes away from Leif. This is when Zoey realizes that she actually has to deal with it, prompting the swear guitar title card; this song and the next two are all part of the same episode.

“Victoria” by Jukebox the Ghost: this song is Leif’s; she accompanies it. Zoey comes downstairs to the lobby a few hours after the workday ends and hears the piano, but there’s no one playing it. It would be really interesting to see the way that instrumentals happen in heartsongs if there are actually instruments in the room; just something fun to play with in regards to the power. (yes, I named her after this song specifically for the purpose of this song, and I’m aware that if the full song is taken into its own context it doesn’t portray a particularly healthy relationship but the piano part is cool and the song just has this electric energy okay?!?!?!) The choreography is very La-La-Land-esque; it’s sweeping and explosive as they make their way across the lobby. At the second verse, she starts actually playing the piano; this cut of the song goes to the last chorus after the second verse. This is also another example of Tori’s being able to tell when she’s being sung to (the way that she finds this out is explained in jumpstarted (see below), but that wouldn’t work in this universe, so this song is how she finds out if she were actually a character). She’s in utterly joyful disbelief, going in between trading incredulous glances with Zoey and allowing herself to fall into the choreography. This song is the turning point for Zoey when it comes to the relationship she’s witnessing; while they’re on the piano bench, Leif smiles at Victoria in a similar way to the end of episode 7, and this sends Zoey’s protective-older-cousin-mode into overdrive. Feelings are one thing, but reciprocation is quite another, and this is when Zoey realizes that she has no choice but to tell Victoria the truth.

“In Case You Don’t Live Forever” by Ben Platt: let’s say that at the beginning of this episode, there was a dream that Zoey had about an old memory with Mitch in which she watches her younger self heartsing this to him, and she’s attempted for all of that time in between to remember the melody. A few days after “Victoria” takes place, Zoey is struggling to figure out how to bring up the needed conversation, and she tries to preface it by explaining how much Victoria means to her. She doesn’t get very far in her speech before she hears the music she heard in her dream; this song is Tori revealing how much she’s always looked up to Zoey, which brings her to tears and causes her to blurt out the last line of the episode: “I need to tell you something.”

“Toxic” by Britney Spears: tbh, this song once came on the radio and I thought “...wait a minute”. It’ll also be more recognizable compared to this list of showtunes and indie pop. This song takes place on the fourth floor during the next episode; Mo has come to pick up the cousins for their weekly lunch, and he and Tori are once again trying to give Zoey a crash course on musical pop culture. Today’s lesson is pop of the early 2000s, and Tori tries to give a demonstration by singing the first verse, almost unable to due to how hard the three of them are laughing. They walk past the conference room where a meeting is taking place, Leif sitting at the head of the table, and Zoey barely notices the instrumentals that have been building in the background until Tori stops short and the all-too-familiar riff (yknow, the daaaaada dadada) comes operatically from her throat rather than the invisible synth. Mo can tell by Zoey’s expression that the demonstration, which has stopped in the real world, has turned into a heartsong. As she sings, she makes her way into and around the conference room, spinning chairs and overdramatically throwing herself against walls, as if magnetically drawn to the subject of the song but trying to pull herself away. It’ll show how conflicted she is, but it’ll also be freakin’ hilarious.

“Unusual Way” from Nine: After the aforementioned much-needed conversation in the episode which “Toxic” appears in, Leiftoria (is that an unintentionally awesome ship name or what) is official. I’m not sure how long her story on the show would last, but this song marks the end of it; she books a role at a fantastic dinner theater in the Los Angeles area. In the scene of her last heartsong, Tori, Zoey, and Leif are sitting in an airport lobby. The ticket machines are down, and dozens of impatient passengers are waiting with them, listening to the drone of announcements and tinny pop music played over the loudspeakers that slowly morph into a melancholy arpeggio. If anyone reading this hasn’t listened to this piece, I highly recommend it, by the way-it’s utterly haunting and you’re definitely gonna cry. The cut starts at the second verse and skips the solo third verse to go right into the duet. There’s nothing extravagant about it; as in the musical itself, this song is carried by the sweeping, raw emotion behind it.

references or something-what do I call this one

spotify playlist: a living document (chronologically) of potential heartsongs, songs that fit her situations, and songs that just have her Vibes.

pinterest board: an ever-growing, ever-changing representation of her character. I’ve pinned everything twice so that there can be sections without disturbing the full aesthetic; each section is named after a lyric from a musical that represents that aspect of her character.

tiktoks: there are a few I’ve made about her, some actually in one or both of the universes I’ve written about (see below) and some just for The Vibes or other potential story ideas. @can.you.hear.it.echoing

jumpstarted: the first fic for anything that I’d written in years; it started out in my mind as three scenes and came out to 29 pages. This is an au in which she works at the karaoke bar; she couldn’t actually be on the show this way, but I just think it would be neat-it would only be canon compliant through the middle of s1e11 (there are a few time shifts), so here we are. (seriously though please read this one I’m very proud of it.) This story does share aspects with what she’d actually be able to become as a character, and these are further explored in my second fic.

singin’ from a streetlight: a collection of oneshots that goes through most of the potential heartsongs listed above, from Zoey’s pov. chapter 7 is an interlude, back in Tori’s pov, because Zoey doesn’t see her and Leif’s much-needed conversation on the evening of “Toxic”.

but i’ve never been quite alright: I thought of “Human” as a potential song for her after the entirety of “singin’ from a streetlight” had been published, so this is a seperate fic to explain that scene; it fits in both of the above universes.

scaffolding and christmas lights: cheesy fluffy office party holiday fic because why not. It’s fun to consider how other glitches in the power might manifest; in this one, anyone that Zoey makes eye contact with sings their heartsong to the world. this doesn’t really go with the timeline of either universe, but it’s an interesting idea that might be worked into either

with a little motivation, i’ll go far: she experiences her first heartsong, “California” by Ricky Montgomery, at the airport as she comes into San Francisco. I just this song fits her well at the beginning of her story-this was a really fun one.

it’s the terror of knowing what this world is about: taking the little bit of David’s canon backstory and RUNNING with it. he and Tori would have bonded so much over musical theatre when they were younger, and she must have felt so betrayed when he tried to abandon that part of himself; this fic explores that

‘cause i see every part of you, and i can tell you see me too: Leif shows Tori his sketchbook and Feelings Ensue. (I want to see more of him as an artist, it’s such a fascinating aspect of his character, please Austin please)

don't look too deep: I watched mamma mia 2 and this is the result. #laurengrahamfortanya2k21

have you been too much on your own: this came out of thinking about les mis too much for the thousandth time; it’s an au of chapter 2 of “singin’ from a streetlight” just because I thought it would be kind of hilarious

suddenly we all got young: the brolympics strike again. this came out a bit angstier than expected but it was so much fun to write; I’m really loving what I get to do with her in s2

just keep losing my beat: written during the midseason hiatus; finally found a way to fit her properly into s2 canon. quite proud of this one

perfection is so quick to bore: I fell so in love with the song “I Hear a Symphony” that I had to write something around it, so here this is. it’s very projection-y and rather cheesy but I tried to capture the emotion

screenplays: there are a few that I’m working on and this post will be updated as I finish and revise them

if you’ve read this far, thank you. I just wanted to get her out in the world before season 2 started so I could be as canon compliant as possible (and it happens to be Dec 21, both my birthday and the day that Planets Are Being Cool on the solstice so it’s a great day for manifesting). I would give anything to be part of this show in literally any capacity; from the beginning I loved the concept and by now, as cheesy as it sounds, it feels as if it’s almost knit to my soul. the entire cast, crew, and creative team are such wonderful people (at least from my limited view, but they seem to be very genuine) that I’d love to work with, and this idea has been a sort of a coping mechanism through everything going on in the world and in my life. This post will probably be updated as I come up with more content and the show develops during s2 and beyond. even if nothing comes of this, I love my Tori dearly, and I hope anyone reading this enjoyed learning about her as much as I’m enjoying creating her story.

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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zoey Clarke/Joan Characters: Zoey Clarke, Joan (Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist) Additional Tags: it's the headcannon fic!, your #2 choice, two people start having sex for fun and oops they're in love, Women Loving Women, Developing Relationship, Boss/Employee Relationship, Bisexual Female Character, joan's pov, so I wouldn't have to deal with songs, Lesbian Sex, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Coital Cuddling, From Sex to Love, Sex Toys, Bad Dirty Talk, zoey has a lot of emotions, but she doesn't want to talk about them, Joan is concerned but doesn't know how to ask Summary:

It's the headcannon fic!

After Joan’s divorce, she and Zoey have a no-obligation sex deal. Everything was nice and warm until they realized their true and deep feelings for each other.

Joan was having a bad day.

First her prick of an ex-husband had tried to take Cartier and her lawyer still hadn’t called to confirm that her little Pomeranian was safe. Then the guys at work had eaten all the Crunch Berries again (she was seriously going to fire Glenn the next time she saw him) and her emergency scotch stash had run dry.

She threw herself down at her desk, huffing. To top it all off, her vibrator had fried its inner workings a week ago and her acupuncturist had advised against overworking her fingers if she wanted to avoid carpal tunnel.

Joan grit her teeth and opened her tablet so she could at least pretend she was working.

To sum up: she was pissed, hungry, not drunk enough for any of this, and way, WAY too horny.

Joan leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes.

“God what I wouldn’t give for a sex toy…” She muttered. “Or just a hook-up…” For just a moment, she let herself picture a scenario in which she wasn’t pleasuring herself but receiving it from someone else. Someone else was squeezing her breast and playing with her nipple, someone else's fingers were drifting past her stomach and trailing in between her thighs…

Oh god, that would be so nice… At this rate, anyone would do. She just needed a release.

After a second, she opened her eyes and turned back around.

She nearly jumped out of her chair.

Zoey was standing in her office doorway, staring at her like she’d just screamed her thoughts across the office.

Joan sat up. “What…what do you want, Zoey?” She crossed her legs but quickly uncrossed them. She didn’t think Zoey had heard her but what if she had? “Is…is this about the new Chirp specs?”

The coder shifted uncomfortably, her face pinched tightly. “Joan…are you…okay? Is there…anything you need?”

“No Zoey, I’m fine.” She sat on her hands to keep herself from waving the coder away. Her fingers drummed against the edges of her seat.

“Are you…sure?” Zoey asked, inching her way into Joan’s office. It was as if she really didn’t want to be there but thought that she had to be. “Cause…if you do…I can help.”

She had heard. Joan sighed and gave up all pretense of professionalism. “Not unless you’re really okay with violating HR policies…” She growled, hating herself for once again showing such a vulnerability to the young coder. But she couldn’t help it. Joan couldn’t quite put her finger on it but there was something about the young redhead that made her feel like it was okay to spill her secrets. The fact that Zoey was (objectively) cute certainly helped.

Joan shook her head and spun her chair around, watching Zoey’s reflection on the photos of her dogs. Not helpful. Finding her subordinate attractive while her libido was this high was just asking for trouble.

Zoey pursed her lips, eyes squeezing shut. “Maybe…I am…?” She muttered after a moment.

Joan froze. “Wh…what?” She spun back around, nearly tipping herself over, hardly daring to believe what she’d heard.

Zoey refused to look at her. Her face was beet red. “Maybe I’m okay with it…?” She repeated, sounding slightly more sure of herself.

Joan could only stare. Zoey, prim, innocent, kind, probably-still-a-virgin Zoey was…okay with…pleasuring her boss?

“Joan…” Zoey continued, as Joan’s mouth continued to malfunction. “You’re…lonely now that Charlie’s gone…I’m…always…lonely…so…we could…be lonely….together?”

Joan’s typical comment about Zoey’s cryptic way of speaking evaporated as the double-meaning behind the inflections hit her. Did Zoey really want to…?

She shifted in her seat. That was…kinda hot.

“And when you say lonely…” She finally managed to choke out.

Zoey’s whole face turned even redder but she soldiered on. “Uh huh. Sometimes when you get that feeling…you just need…healing.”

Joan blinked, wondering why on earth Zoey would be quoting that particular song right now. She didn’t take her for a Marvin Gaye fan. “I have been…I mean…” She cleared her throat. “It might help…”

“With the loneliness.” Zoey clarified, her fists clenched.

Joan nodded. “Of course. Yeah…” Her head was spinning so much that she had trouble believing the next words out of her mouth. “My place? Tonight?”

Zoey nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” Her whole face was crimson. “I’ll…I’ll be there at 9?”

Joan nodded, already making a mental checklist of everything she’d need to prepare. “Okay. I’ll send a car.” Her heart beat a little faster at the thought that within hours, she’d be in bed with another person again. Another person who wasn’t Charlie.

Another person who was Zoey of all people. She'd never imagined today turning out like this.

Zoey nodded. “I’ll…I’ll see you tonight.” Fists still clenched, she turned stiffly.

“Zoey…” Joan called as the programmer turned to leave.

“Yeah?”

Joan fiddled with her tablet, pretending she was working. “There… there are no expectations here…” She clarified. “I want you to know that.”

The coder nodded. “Right.”

“We wont be dating…” Joan specified. “it’s just…”

“Just company.” Zoey supplied.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Joan looked up. “Okay?” Zoey’s face was still red. But she looked determined at least. Perhaps even a little…excited.

“Sure.” Zoey shrugged. “Why not?”

#it's the headcannon fic! #i'm just gonna hide this among my shitposts #fic #from sex to love #fluff and smut #joan's pov so I wouldn't have to deal with songs #bisexual female character #zoey x joan

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Fire And Gold: Chapter: 2

Fire and Gold

Nalu Lovefest 2019 Prompts: Magic, Memories, Reckless, Worship & Cravings (All Implied)

Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction

Pairing: Nalu/Endlu (Natsu x Lucy & E.n.d. Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: T-M for language, steamy and mature adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Direction is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary: Let the day be known when fire tested gold in the most intimate sense. The forging of a mating bond between the dragon-demon hybrid and celestial maiden while further strengthening the relationship they already have. Natsu finally confesses his romantic feelings for Lucy at and asks to claim her as his mate and queen; though not without it taking a bit for it to fully sink in for the poor, baffled woman. The first chapter is one of my entries for Nalu Lovefest 2019 and part of my ongoing Nalu (The Demon-Dragon and His Celestial Princess) anthology series set not too long after the events of the original manga/anime.(Slight Au).

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Chapter 2: Piece by Piece

A/N: Hey guys, here's the long-awaited second chapter to Fire And Gold! Fun fact: The chapter title is inspired by the Eivor song of the same name which fits the overall mood of said chapter. Anyway, just wanted to give a major kudoos and shoutout to the amazing @bmarvels for acting as my beta which included edits and further development of this chapter! Now without further ado,back to the story!    Enjoy!

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Legend

Italics: Flashback/literary or song quotes (If Any of the most former )

Bold: First Person Thoughts

Bolded Italics: empathized word

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"Piece by piece

You put me together

Till I am no longer

Broken"

"You see who I am

Deep down inside

I grow by the light of your gaze

You fill me with wonder

Fill me with hope

You have opened up my mind

I see everything in every little thing

When you're by my side"

( Eivør : Snippets of Piece By Piece)

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"Some of our friends are talking about us like we're not there ."

"Come on, Luce... don't worry about it." Natsu blithely waved off his partner's observation with a grin, clearly unfazed  by their guild mate's less-than-discreet side conversation. "You and me got way more important things to discuss. That kiss spell it out enough?"

"Yep — Message received loud and clear."

"Good—- though took ya' long enough weirdo." He teased, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Been subtly dropping hints for weeks ever since I decided try to make my feelings known. Didn't think it'd take you this long seeing how you're one of the smartest people I know. Just a bit slow on the uptake, I guess. Least' it helped knowing that you're just as crazy about me going off what I overheard from your 'girl talk' with Levy and the others. Otherwise, I woulda’ thought you weren't interested and given up trying."

"Oh... I see" Lucy noted a little more meekly than usual; heat-infused blood most likely rising in her cheeks. She couldn't help but be a tad self-conscious over unwittingly leaking the lurid details of what was honestly believed to be a discreet conversation.

My bad...

"So... uh... that's how you already knew— Oops. Ehh... That's kind of embarrassing.” Fingers were twirling a loose strand of hair in a physical display of mortification. " You really heard those, huh?"

"Yup!" The fire wizard popped the "p", flashing Lucy a smug-shit-eating-kind-of grin that set her heart a flutter. "Got hypersensitive hearing, remember? All those awesome things you were saying really fired me up, too. Anyway, you really should be more careful— never know who might be listening." He gave a wink with his usual teasing chuckle.

"That's for sure— guess I will have to more careful." Lucy's voice was a bit softer, mentally betraying herself for the other guildmates presence slipped her mind.

Man can it be a real challenge to keep anything a secret here at times...

"Definitely. It's all good though— you're still amazing, intelligent, loyal to a fault," Natsu's voice dropped lower with an extra pause between words. Not to mention the glimmer of intent in those onyx-green eyes.. The fire wizard's hand reached towards Lucy's face, calloused fingers tucking  a stray tendril of blonde hair behind her ear in a feather soft touch; before cupping the cheek of said mage who couldn't help but lean into his  palm . 

This is a completely new side  of him I've never seen before-more gentle and romantic.

"Not to mention you're sweet, caring, and an incredible wizard in your own right with plenty of spunk and a heart of gold. Definitely a great listener and super easy to talk with too — all in all an amazing and fun person to be around. Oh and did I mention how easy on the eyes you are?" 

"You.. really think so?" The celestial wizard inquired, voice sounding breathy to her own ears from being completely spellbound by her firey partner's words .

Natsu's not always much for words but he seems to be saying all the right things right now to keep me hooked. Basically putty in his hands here.

"Yeah! And I mean you seriously are the most gorgeous, sexy, and adorable girl I've ever laid eyes on. With that on top of everything else, what's not to love? You're everything I could want or need in a mate-slash-queen and more."

"Mate?" Lucy echoed in question, the last words really catching her attention. Interesting. The celestial mage's brain was buzzing swimming with piqued intrigue from the implications of Natsu what said; despite only being familiar with mates as a general concept.

I remember learning about how some animals mate for life in my lessons growing up—but don't think I've ever heard that term come up in conversation with Natsu before. Wonder what that could mean for us...

"You mean like a soul mate?"

"Exactly like that, yeah" came the dragon slayer's reply with a touch of pride; as if recalling centuries of ancient knowledge that were passed down— most likely through Ingeel. "The exact word you used is basically another term for mates that pretty sums what it means for dragon slayers. Ya probably learned growin' up bout' how some animals mate for life , right?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay, cool . So that whole thing isn't really that different for dragon slayers . Same goes for demons and hybrids—myself included- though those mates are also their queens. Oh and instead of just for life, they're soul-bonded for all eternity."

"Sounds pretty intimate." Lucy peered up at him through through the fringe of her thick lashes, the heat of his hand on her cheek still very much noticeable.

"It definitely is— believe me. Gods know how much I want you to be my girlfriend— but also far more than that at the same time. Dragons, demons, and hybrids have one person who they're drawn to- one person they're meant to be with. Not to mention the burning passion for their chosen that's unlike anything else— even by regular human standards."

"Wow..." There was so much she didn't realize, or maybe just didn't think more into about it, just how much a slayer's mate entailed. Yet, here Natsu was discussing the details to her as if it were one of their every -day conversations. Mavis knows she couldn't help the fluttering in her stomach with the way he was speaking about it all.

Normally, this would might overwhelming for some but not when it comes to the one guy I've been pining for so long. I mean it's all so exciting!"

"I know it's probably a lot to take in, but Lucy, you're literally that person for me. You're the one I've been always been inexplicably drawn to ever since we first met. The one who I see in my dreams when I fall asleep at night. The one who I'd go to hell and back for, who I'd do anything for to protect and keep safe. The one who I can't stand to be apart from for too long and whose face I wanna wake up to the rest of my life. Can't help but—" Natsu's thumbs were stroking along the curve of  Lucy's cheeks; so light, delicate, so tender, so gentle in touch that it sent electric sparks racing through her nerves . "I just can't help but want to claim you for myself and myself alone. "You're pretty much my other, better half, who I didn't even know I was searching for until I finally met you— and now I have. I don't always pour my heart out so publicly like this— ask anyone we know-but there's no one else out there for me. Never has been and never will be."

Holy hell did the celestial's heart melt delight from the sincerity resonating in each and every one of the dragon slayer's words.

Huh... Just when I think I couldn't fall any harder or be more attracted to the guy, he goes and says all this.

"It's no secret to anyone now that I've fallen for ya', Luce— hard. No going back now— you're all I see in the romantic sense. Not that others aren't important or that I care any less about them — but how I feel for you is different. Not inferior, just different. You've always been among those most precious to me... kind of like the brightest star of my universe that lights up my life in a way no else could. Damn, I sound pretty sentimental right now I don't care. Hell, said this more than once already—- but I swear I'm gonna love you with everything I've got in me. Not just today, but for all of this life and each and every one that comes after that—forever."

Holy crap does he have a way with words...

"Wow Natsu, that was something else…" Lucy was in awe, deeply touched by the stirring power of his heartfelt pledge.

"Thanks— means a lot to hear how impressed you are." "I'll say..."

"Yeah, we both know I'm more of a man of action— but my words are straight from the heart. Which leads to the question I wanna ask".

"Shoot." Lucy watched the fire eater with attentive eyes .

Wonder what else he wants to say.

"Kay, here goes. Will you let me claim you, Luce?" Nastu's voice was hopeful with just a tiny smidge of nerves . Probing, emerald eyes were meanwhile searching Lucy's face as if gauging her reaction. "Officially? As my mate and queen?"

This might be the most open I've ever seen him..

"Yes," came stellar mage's automatic reply without a shred of hesitation or second thought. Not to mention how the thrilling, romantic prospect of belonging to the fire demon for all eternity flooded her veins with a cozy warmth unlike any other.

Not only do we have an entire lifetime to spend together—but I also get to be bound to him in every conceivable way for all time? Awesome! Can this get any better?!

"I'd love to be yours, mate,queen, soul-bound—everything."

"Really? You accept?" He couldn't seem to help but double trying to contain the bubbling excitement threatening to burst from him.

"Of course— nothing would make me happier!"

"Score!"

Nastu's entire face lit up with an audible whoop just as Lucy let out a feminine squeal; from arms spinning her around after a lift .

" You... this... I can't .. holy crap this is so awesome!" The fire wizard dropped another ecstatic kiss on the moonstruck astral mage's waiting lips . "Did i mention how much I love you already, sweetheart? Well that's just too damn bad—won't ever grow tired of reminding ya for as the rest of our lives here in this world and after that! So glad that you're finally mine! I mean, I had a pretty good feeling you'd accept my claim... but hearing it directly is... Holy Crap! So stoked—like people have no idea!"

"Though I do " came Lucy's reply, a fond smile tugging at the corner of her lips. God, was being in Natsu's arms ever incredible—absolute perfection she couldn't help but revel in.

Don't think I'll ever get enough.

Not to mention, he didn't seem intent on releasing her from his embrace any time soon if the pure adoration shining  in his eyes was any indication to go by. Not that I'm complaining.

"And you're definitely right about me feeling the same." Lucy assured him, her hands resting on his warm, well-muscled chest.

"Course' I was, weirdo!"

"Aw, look how smitten those two are!" Levy fawned over the couple from the sidelines. "Beyond sweet!"

"Yeah, I'll say" Gajeel concurred , admiration colouring his tone. "Looks like one of Salamander's official term of endearments for Lucy already came naturally to him— like it often does with other dragons slayers, demons and their mates ."

"Oh my God yes— I heard that too! I absolutely love that Natsu called her sweetheart— just as sweet as the endearment terms you have for me. Plus, can I just say how amazing it is that these two are officially an item now? "

"Definitely— I'm happy for them too."

"I know, right?!"

"Aye- they make a great couple already! He loves herrrrr!" trilled Happy in a sing-song voice. "Isn't that right, Natsu?"

"You  better believe it, little buddy!"

Damn is he amazing ... The way Natsu was practically shouting his undying love for his mate to the rooftops with exultant abandon. No wonder adoration swelled in her heart!

"Hear that, everyone?!  I love Lucy Heartfilia with all my heart and soul!"

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221. Sonic the Hedgehog #153

Oh god, is Sonic, like… okay? Is he all right up there? What horrific manner of trouble did he get himself into this time to have his face become deformed like that? Also, I like how this cover implies that Sonic is being hunted down by someone shooting lasers or something, when literally nothing even close to the sort happens within the issue. I know it's perhaps getting a bit stale to point out every time the cover art doesn't reflect the stories inside, but dammit, it makes me laugh so I'm gonna keep doing it.

Songoose (Part 1 of 2)

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Ron Lim Colors: Jason Jensen

Eggman has a new agenda to enact. He's offered Nack the Weasel a large sum of money in exchange for assassinating someone very important within Knothole, and despite Nack's apparent reservations about waltzing into a place where he's wanted for quite a few crimes, he seems pretty jazzed to accept the offer nonetheless. Within Knothole, Sally has arranged a mock battle training exercise between the Freedom Fighters and the Chaotix to strengthen team bonding and combat skills, and oversees the training along with General D'Coolette, discussing the various combatants' strengths and weaknesses.

Uh oh, that doesn't sound good. In fact, at that moment they get a call from the king and queen, still halfway around the world, and apparently the king is also exhibiting similar symptoms to the general, prompting Sally to muse on whether their illnesses are related. She wonders if they should cut their trip short and return home, something which the king is against but the queen tentatively supports, but the conversation is interrupted when suddenly, the general seizes up and then collapses onto the ground. That's… probably not a good sign. Worse still, "Antoine" doesn't even seem to care, though of course we know why.

So this is actually a plot point that's kept up throughout a lot of subsequent issues - apparently, Tails' crush on Fiona is still going strong, despite the fact that he literally "fell in love" with a robot duplicate of her which had nothing in common with the real her. It's honestly a very weird detail to seize upon, as while Fiona being a real person and a unique character in her own right is interesting, and the fact that she's joined the Freedom Fighters even more so, Tails trying to like… flirt with her and become her boyfriend is just a bizarre place to take it, especially considering the age difference. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know it's not uncommon for a kid to end up with a crush on an older teenager, but multiple writers from here on out write Tails as being actually infatuated with her and unable to "let her go" after her robot duplicate broke his heart. It just doesn't feel like Tails to me and it's frustrating, to say the least. But anyway, moving on, everyone agrees it's a good idea to go to Mina's concert tonight and disperse. Sonic catches up to Fiona and tries to explain that Tails looks up to her, but she just makes a snarky comment about Sonic being one to talk about respect given how he acted the other day towards her - yeah, apparently he still hasn't told everyone that it was his evil double flirting with all the girls. Also, we never actually saw Evil Sonic come on to Fiona before, but I guess it just happened offscreen. She then admits to him that she hated him for a long time for leaving her behind in Robotnik's prison camp all those years ago, but changed her mind after seeing him sacrifice himself for the planet during the Xorda invasion, making her realize that he never left her behind on purpose. Aww, that's actually nice! Fiona has the potential to be a really interesting and complex character, and, well, honestly she's one of my favorites of the later comics, so I'm glad to see her getting more screentime.

That night, Sonic and the others show up backstage at the venue to give Mina a friendly pep talk before her show. She hugs Sonic, thanking him for the encouragement, and Ash immediately becomes very jealous and butts in to remind everyone that he's Mina's boyfriend and band manager and that she needs to go to the stage now, prompting a clueless Sonic to wonder what his problem is. However, Mina's performance actually kind of reveals that Ash has a good reason to be suspicious of her interactions with Sonic, as the sappy, lovey-dovey lyrics of her songs all reference the color blue in various ways, and are clearly influenced by her previous infatuation with Sonic. But things aren't as happy and peaceful as they seem, as a suspicious figure lurks in the crowd…

So Mina was Eggman's target, huh? Strangely enough, Nack, with a totally clear shot to the stage, misses and hits a tree several feet above and to the side of Mina. Like, it's not even played off as "oh, he was trying to make the tree fall on her, or someone bumped his elbow" or something - he just straight up misses for no reason, sets the tree on fire with the blast, and then tries to make a run for it. Some assassin you are, especially considering your alternate name is Fang the Sniper! Sonic, Bunnie, and Ash immediately race onstage to check on the startled but unharmed Mina, and Bunnie focuses on putting the fire out while Sonic races after Nack, catching and knocking him out easily. Nack wakes up hours later in Knothole's jail, where Sally and Sonic attempts to question him on his motives, and he decides to be all flippant and act like it's no big deal that he was caught, as he'd rather spend some time in prison than ruin his "cred" by giving up the name of his employer. I'm sorry, Nack, but what freaking cred are you even talking about? Like what, are you gonna go around telling prospective employers that your skill set includes missing a target forty feet away, setting a random tree on fire, and then immediately getting arrested? Sally merely points to the cell across from him, where he's quite perturbed to see the three other weasel associates who helped him kidnap her a year ago, and she invites him to go ahead and spend his time in jail sharing space with them after he knowingly left them to take the fall for his failed plan. Of course, he spills the beans on Eggman immediately.

Well… I suppose that's not even out of character for Eggman, considering his original counterpart also hated music. Sally decides to assign Sonic as Mina's personal bodyguard for now, while the other Freedom Fighters keep an eye out at the next night's concert to make sure nothing comes near Mina. Ash isn't pleased at all with Sonic being close to his girl, and stomps off, with a bemused Sonic commenting to Mina that he's pretty sure her boyfriend doesn't like him. Gee, what gave you that idea, Sonic? Sally's caution is warranted, however, as back in New Megaopolis we see Eggman preparing his next plan of attack in the wake of Nack's abysmal failure - he's rebuilt Heavy and Bomb, and is ready to sic them on Mina! Man, it's been a while since we saw those guys, huh? Now that I think about it, after they got reprogrammed by Eggman before, Sonic just kind of straight up killed them when they tried to attack the royal family, and no one seemed upset about it at all. Well, maybe with them back, they'll get a chance to be freed and find redemption… or maybe the writers still don't care and they'll get fridged again. Guess we just gotta wait and see!

Fairy Tale (or the Adventures of Pirate Sally)

Writer: Romy Chacon Pencils: Art Mawhinney Colors: Josh Ray

Wow, it's been quite some time since we last had a "telling a bedtime story based on real events in the storyline to kids" episode, huh? Apparently, Rosie's three young charges have caught a bad cold, and as she brings them medicine to try to help them sleep they all start begging for her to tell them a story. She's reluctant, claiming she's not good at stories, but relents when they persist in asking. She invents a magical world of pirates and wizards, where the "Elfen Fox" falls onto "Pirate Sally" and "B-Bot's" ship, having had one of his two magical tails stolen by the "Rogue Assassin," who doesn't really live up to her name if all she's doing is going around stealing things. Man, what is it with wildly ineffective assassins this issue? Pirate Sally and B-Bot decide to help out the fox, and along the way meet their new allies Ant the Foole and the Blue Knight, who help them defeat various baddies based on the main villains of the comic's storyline. Finally, they make it to the Evil Wizard Kintobor's lair, whom they fight against as a team and help the Elfen Fox take back his missing tail.

I actually love this story, entirely because of the way the kids just start roasting Rosie's storytelling skills as soon as the whole thing is over. Hey, look on the bright side Rosie - now that they're preoccupied with coming up with a way to fix your terrible story, they won't be pestering you for more anytime soon!

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sth 153 #writer: karl bollers #writer: romy chacon #pencils: ron lim #pencils: art mawhinney #colors: jason jensen #colors: joshua d ray

[alukaforyou]

and ALSO sry to post bs on main im mostly just talking to myself in my personal tag half the time so yolo, no need to respond to this or reassure me or whatever but these days i licherally question how much of my - sry to sound like a broken record - bs is dépression or just my shité mentality, like i rly was not designed to last, huh? physically or mentally? lol. like who gets motion sickness on swings lmao anyways. i think i give up too easily. theres a bunch of reasons y but i dont feel like saying. its a different thing to kind of kno something, and to admit / speak it (confront it). i could psychoanalyze myself all day and tell u exactly why some things are the way they are but its too unpleasant to neatly state stuff like that u kno?? like... *i kno* but im not gonna say i kno. anywho, i digress. so i give up easily and kind of have a defeatist mentality too, its so exhausting lool. actually its weird cuz duality of man, i'll be rly determined / stubborn abt doing some stuff and not care abt fear of failure with certain things but when it comes to My Life / My Future i just think i cant rly do anything? i mean that literally like i got no skillz *laugh crying emoji* not particularly good at anything, and art - the only thing im maybe arguably ok at - i dont wanna do as a career, that is art therapy for me i dont feel like commercializing it. not interested in working in my major, maybe things wouldve been different if i went to culinary or cosmetology school?? that sounds fun. or if i majored in bio cuz i was so good at that, or even if i majored in japanese language or literature or idk. but no regrets tho cuz i learned a lot abt drawing in art school which i can use for myself. and hmm i like staying home and not rly going out of my way to meet new ppl so connections what? i h8 hearing how most opportunities come through the ppl u kno cuz its true and ik like 10 ppl tops so hm very sexi of me :^) i just feel like im p much f*cked and it rly doesnt help that i have no functional dreams, goals, or aspirations nor the confidence and drive to work towards anything so ah ok cool. u kno suga's songs "the last" and "so far away" ? that p much sums up my feels minus the part abt having to deal w fame obviously LOL. its so easy being a student (for me at least) but being a good student isnt really worth a whole lot in the """""real world""""" and the current education system doesnt even rly prepare u for reality or w.e like Deep Sigh also the political climate rly lookin like shité out there like hmmmmm do i even wanna try so hard to be here anymore tho??? also going back to the self confidence thing, ya idk her LOOOOL like it doesnt very much bother me tho? i really, honest to god have no idea what my redeeming qualities even are. being nice? and my mindset re - tolerance and compassion for others, etc, ya im rly proud of that actually but besides that i mean like what can i Do tho like hm im not particularly good at anything also im hideous like uglee but thats ok too like none of this Bothers me, thats just literally how i Am so ok fine, but i feel like it makes it hard for me to exist in the world i happen to be in??? and i realize im speaking with a huge bias here cuz my brain is totally out of whack im p sure if some1 saw me / read this they would lit be like um u literally do not have it hard girl, which is fair ur kinda right actually from an objective pov, probably? its amazing how um. hard? of a time my brain is having given my relatively ok circumstances but thats just how it is ig. and if i may quote shakespeare - o full of scorpions is my mind. and its weird cuz duality of man - i actually have a lot of good times w friends and whatever i have a lot of fun, im not even very Sad or in Agony its all very a mild? sensation? but that might be because my plan b is to simply *** so nothing rly fazes me anymore lool.

its usually a v confusing emotion, im either feeling happy, or if not that, very ???? im literally that duwang quote get a feeling so complicated its just "ajdjsjsja" idk its not overly repulsive and upsetting im like :s LOL u kno wat at this point idek what im even saying anymore but its good that im writing whatever cuz im gonna need to look back on this later and organize my thoughts for presentation cuz remember i have a s.o now???? i wanna let them kno so we r on the same page, and i dont feel like im tricking them, i thought it over more and there are like 4? major cards i wanna lay out on the table early on and they are 1. im not that close w my family emotionally so do not seek their approval or expect to deal with them much. 2. personal ideology / political views like im bi lmao and pro lgbt if that wasnt obvious also i dont rly wanna be around racists / terfs etc and if ur right wing or not on that respect women juice uhhh bye.. 3. my weak ass mentality how i might Maybe *** in the future like no promise but errrr theres one more but its a little more negotiable and also too early to discuss so i wont mention it but i already got the first two outta the way so ya. theres the most troublesome of all, #3. the last thing i wanna do is traumatize someone that loves me (and i love back) with that kinda thing, its too late for my dear friends whom i love, sorry i didnt kno i was gonna be like this LOL yall already got attached but its a little different with my s.o cuz i feel like its not too late to uh.... stop getting as attached LMAO like dam i've known my girls for almost 10 years whereas i've only known my s.o for like a month.

and this is totally not gonna come across right but if my s.o very understandably desides to dump me id be SO RELIEVED LIKE WOOOO ok cool cuz like essentially what i'd be saying is you are getting attached to someone who's future is not as stable as other people, including u. *huge exhale* from the bottom of my heart, my bad lol. and then i probs wont ever get involved w. a s.o again, sorry to reference snk in 2020 but remember how e*win smith is single cuz he doesnt kno when he will ***? big mood. i have never acted out on my interests before but i was like ok for once lets go off the shits and do smth ooc, i uh... didnt expect for it to actually go anywhere tho so now im like ???? i shouldve thought it through more tho, like i felt low key irresponsible af and selfish and dumb for getting involved w. someone even tho i Know how I Am like...... Also i just lov being single and staying home and chilling alone lmao like i seriously...... never get loney....

ok so what was i talking abt? how the passage of time makes me nervous cuz idk how i can manage to keep up w it??? how i feel like i cant do jack shit???? that life is hard???? and maybe a bih just wants to rest? permanently?????? i think the most irritating part of all for me, like what i am most mad about at myself is that i have no dream. yikes. naruto, do u think thats sad? well yoongi said its okay, and what counts is just being happy, so i will console myself and forgive her and idk just try my best for the time being??

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[stars-and-rose]

emily’s notes on dealing with INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS

so it took me an hour and a half to fulling watch the video because I ended up taking seven and a half pages of notes??? i might make a separate post analyzing the characters/the plot in Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts, but we’ll see. with that out of the way, please note that these notes are in chronological order. spoilers under the keep reading

 seven warnings. seven freaking warnings. shit has hit the fan

why is Thomas ME in the mornings

wait no THOMAS BABY AHHHHHH

Virgil and Patton’s expressions when they first come in, oh god, Virgil looks absolutely done and Patton’s playing the ‘nothing is ever wrong’ game again 

ROMAN. THERE IS SOMETHING OFF WITH MY SON AND I’M NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES IN

Patton singing to himself is pretty cute not gonna lie

“secrets secrets are no fun, share with me or else we’re done.”-Roman is me yet again

also “i have yet to receive my invite to the pity party” Ro i can’t-

okay so it seems Virgil Patton and Thomas all know something and they don’t want Roman to know

not gonna lie, watching these three play cover-up is pretty damn funny and Ro is on to them

I AM ONLY 2 MINUTES AND 28 SECONDS INTO THIS AND I WANNA C R Y

Roman calling in Logan for back up? WHOOOOOOO we stan

AHHHH SOMETHING IS VERY W RON G

Logan gets one FALSEHOOD a day?

honestly can't tell if they’re trying to protect Roman or they don’t trust him rn and ahhh that hurts

I’M VERY CONFUSED

i feel like i’m witnessing the logince vs moxiety war

so everyone but Roman knows and everyone but Logan is desperate to keep it that way

???????

 NO ONE IS OKAY

they’re all coming for Ro’s role as the Extra side, huh? we’re hitting some extremes

“you all are acting fishy.” “so what, i’m acting fishy, sush- sue me.” “don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose.” Roman and Virgil at their finest

why isn’t Roman allowed to know about Thomas’s intrusive thoughts???

“i’m going to prohibit your breathing if you keep this up.” Virgil NO

Virgil Patton what are you doing 

Roman is not going to fall for that distraction

wait no he did

i think everyone is a wee bit high

“have you ever imagined killing your brother”-HOLY SHIT SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN

OH MY GOD THE HANDS BEHIND RO AT 5:58 I JUST SCREAMED

THERE IS A CREEPY RAT MAN BEHIND THE TV

Patton covering his mouth and whispering out evil, and Virgil dropping into his tempest tongue when they see creepy rat man AAHHHHHHHHH

OH MY GOD HE HIT ROMAN HE HIT ROMAN WITH A MORNINGSTAR OH MY IS HE DEAD

“it’s the Duke.” thank you, Logan, BUT WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK DOES THAT MEAN

The Duke is so freaking scary i can not-

state farm ad: everything in life is alright with state farm!

me, in hysterics only eight minutes in: nOtHiNg Is AlRiGhT

the Duke’s costume though... the clear elements from Roman but the inverted colors and the Duke feels gaudier

the Duke’s song is so creepy i can’t oh my god he'd been on screen for five minutes and he’s terrifying. The imagery, how dark everything is, how easily he moves around the other sides i’m chilled to the bone

did Roman call the duke bro??? um what???

also isn’t roman unconscious

I WANT MY ROMAN BACKKKKKKK

oh god what happened between Deceit and the Duke

the Duke is fucking terrifying. have i said that yet

i don’t wanna see the dark sides anymore! i’m good

that song is going to haunt me FOREVER

so the Duke is dark fantasies and corrupted creativity definitely Ro’s dark side

i no like

maybe the Duke was able to pop in because Roman’s been hurting recently????

HE JUST PULLED OFF HIS EARS OH GOD

Logan is the only one keeping himself together, i hope he can rationalize the Duke but i fear not

“you’re not creativity!”

“yeah! that’s the brave, handsome (Patton your gay is showing) unbeatable Roman!

*camera cuts to Ro still unconscious muttering about mashed potatoes*

Virgil looked so cute when he blew his bangs out of the way!

back to the angst

‘you’re scary’

*camera cuts to hurt/unimpressed Virgil*

ALSO THE DUKE IS NOT SCARY HE’S TERRIFYING 

everyone is pointing fingers ahahhahah

how quickly Patton believed Logan was actually Deceit OOF when the only evidence for this was based on the fact Logan didn’t agree with Patton/Virgil’s method of dealing with the Duke

Lo: *trying to logic through the situation*

Vee and Pat: please shut your mouth

Logan:*talks about how nothing is black and white*

Thomas: *points out the difference between Roman in white and the Duke in black*

which is an amazing visual for character!Thomas’s black and white thinking

and it’s also an amazing detail to contrast Roman and the Duke. i thought the contrast between Patton and Deceit's suits was cool in SvS, but this is another level

Roman is still unconscious on the floor. the Duke is standing over him. alright, trash rat bastard.

wow i can’t believe my favorite side has a twin brother that’s an actual rodent

holy shit Thomas is such an amazing actor i genuinely cannot handle it, applause applause applause

“Wow, I hate him.” YEAH ME TOO THOMAS

the entire side conversation between Logan and Patton regarding the cradle in the treetop is gold 

have i mentioned that the duke is disturbing yet? there is an EYEBALL on his shoulder

“...........maybe?” oh Patton bb you are trying but you’re not there yet

wow what happened between the Duke and Virgil, because the Duke really don’t like him

ROMAN YOU CAN G E T U P NOW

okay Virgil, that’s fine, break my heart

we’re still stuck on this “is Thomas a good person thing?”

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LOGAN YOU GO SMART BABE

the flashback is just as creepy every time it plays gOD

well Vee got in an uncensored curse

Patton is shook

Virgil legit looks at him like,”you’re really hung up on THAT right now?”

“I’m about to smash the hulk!” what is happening.

“One of you is enough!” yes and I’d prefer Deceit right now!!

Deceit is a shit but he’s a shit with a cause

the Duke is just a rat

Patton is really playing the ignore all our problems card,huh

that didn’t work his arc why is he trying it again???

“this isn’t about me wanting to be listened too” SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TOO BLAME @ logan

Logan almost calling Virgil paranoid HURT

that brings me back to the whole “paranoviligant” scene from the Hogwarts video. both Ro and Lo have prevented themselves from calling Virgil paranoid, even though I feel like meaner things have been said. the word paranoid is significant then. 

also logan quickly fixing his mistake there damn i love him

Thomas pleading with Virgil and Patton hurt me so much AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“well that can’t be where the bar is” WHAT A PARALLEL

Logan’s speech on religious really hit me. 

i’m Catholic, but I’m also Pansexual.

watching an openly gay man talk about Religion freely made me feel really happy and accepted and i might have cried

also it was such a good way from Logan to make his point

the Duke really threw Patton and Virgil through a loop, huh

LOGAN IS THE BREADWINNER LISTEN TO HIM G O 

okay, theory time: the Duke gets more powerful the weaker Roman gets and vice versa. so to keep the Duke away, Ro needs to get himself in a better place to figuratively defeat the Duke. but how can he get to that better place when it seems everyone is against him?

“i said figuratively. and that is why i say it. THAT *clap* IS *clap* WHY *clap* I *clap* SAY *clap* IT *clap* Lo really went off there, you go you funky little nerd

also Logan claps to emphasize his points a lot and it’s cute

“despite his best efforts, Virgil's could never stop being the bad guy~!” OUCH

you can see the vivid hurt on Virgil’s face when Logan says that it’s his faiult, it looks like he was slapped

and Logan quickly adding “oh and uh Patton.” 

“rEcOrD sCrAtCh?” shut up stinky trash man

and Virgil’s shock that he isn’t the only problem, that isn’t not completely his fault?

and logan’s shock in realizing he isn’t the problem??

not like i needed a heart or anything

wow the Duke finally realized that Logan is going to smite him only took 25 minutes

he really just went off on Logan and Lo’s not even fazed

did the Duke just-

yeah he vored the deodorant

i can’t take this anymore

THE DUKE’S NAME

first of all, he just gave it anyway like it was nothing. the others gave thier names at key moments for them, and the Duke is like, yeah I’m Remus

also I SAW the little look he gave Virgil he’s not fooling me

wait is that why he gave his name so early? to spite Virgil? because Virgil hid his name for so long and such?

that’s it I’m voring the stinky trash bastard 

second, the significance of the name itself. i’m assuming Remus is named after the Remus in Roman mythology. You know, the twins Romulus (hint hint RO nudge nudge) and Remus, the founders of Rome, but in the end Romulus killed Remus and became the city’s namesake

based on the connection of the names, and hoping that Roman is the Romulus of this story, Ro will be able to ‘defeat’ Remus one day

DID LOGAN JUST BARE HIS TEETH AT REMUS

he did OH MY GOD

Roman, still unconscious on the floor, telling Remus to shut up and defending Lo? we stan (one) creativity twin 

well Remus just shuriikened Logan in the forehead

Logan simply falling for a brief moment then fixing the wound? he’s really a badass huh

Logan just summed up this entire shebang by saying,”if things one and two stop fearing the psycho asshole he’ll have no power.” alright Lo you go

LOGAN ALL THE WINS

Remus is really fucking dramatic huh, really seeing how he can be Roman’s twisted twin

really, Ro is chaotic good and Remus is straight up chaotic evil

“is he gone” you can’t be falling for that they’re ten minutes left on the episode

they fell for it

Virgil’s brutal honesty in listening off Thomas’s problems oof

“what if you sniffed your dogs butt?” Remus is getting a bit milder the more Logan talks him down, Lo is truly a king

“just shut up” WHOOOOO THOMAS

Patton and Virgil listening to Lo? GIVE ME AN AMEN

now we just need Ro to jump on the listening-to-Lo-express

 AND LOGAN SAYING “IT’S OKAY” AND COMFORTING THE OTHER THREE  AND BEING GENTLE WHOOOOOOO NO MORE OF THAT EMOTIONLESS BULLSHIT LOGAN WE KNOW YOU CARE ABOUT THEM

Logan’s speech on therapy? FANTASTIC, GIVE HIM AN AWARD

Patton admitting and realizing his over controlling methods and flaws??? we stan character development

VIRGIL JUST CALLED REMUS A COMMON COLD I CAN’T

but really, Virgil telling Remus off and calling him a pest not worth his time?? a king

“it was just like old times!” the look Patton and Logan share, they definitely are aware of Virgil’s past with the dark sides/ possibly being one and they are done with Vee being harassed

STINKY TRASH BASTARD IS GONE

ROMAN IS NOT DEAD

but his line, “I can see now why everyone was reluctant to tell me what was going on.” confused me

why didn’t the other warn Roman that Remus could be coming? it’s not like Roman didn’t know Remus existed (they are literally twins) and the other knew Remus existed so I'm not sure what all the secrecy was about. if the sides warned Ro, he could have been prepared, and you know, not unconscious for most of the video.

EVERYONE IS SO CONCERNED FOR RO AHHHHH

literally i might have screamed

i definitely did

when Roman used the same insult/nickname as Remus to Logan, how distraught he looked oh god

maybe that’s why Roman’s so much of a perfectionist,,, he’s so desperate to not be like Remus, Roman forces himself to be the exact opposite and it’s causing him pain

the little smiles everyone gives Lo at the end??? AHHHHHHHH

Thomas thanking logan and calling him Cool, and Logan just sinking out in response?????

SOFT SOFT SOFT

the entire like thirty seconds Roman and Remus share the screen, RO looks so uncomfortable 

there has to be something else that happened between them,not just they being exact opposites... not sure on what

it also seems like Logan is getting better but Roman is falling down the rabbit hole and getting even worse

the funhouse mirror metaphor HURT

Roman is really coming for Patton’s nothing-is-ever-wrong game huh?

also just noting the parallels between Roman and Remus, the hand gestures, even how they both sink out with the same BYEEEEEEEE!

Virgil babey don’t blame yourself-

holy shit Virgil just dropped the mic

really that scene broke my heart

it wasn’t the reveal itself, but damn the delivery

Virgil looks on the verge of tears,puts himself out there and telling Thomas that he was a dark side and being met by silence???

my HEART

Thomas is such an incredible actor i cannot-

side note, how did Thomas not know? i believe the other sides know (someone please ask me about this so i can rant) and Vee was never exactly sutble about it and Deceit and Remus both taunted him about the past??

is character!Thomas just that dense??

so it seems like Logan is doing better, Patton is decent for the moment, but Virgil and Roman are both struggling right now

it feels like Roman’s arc is very drawn out, so i feel like things are getting worse before they get better

as for Virgil, i REALLY want the next video to be about how the past doesn’t define you and end with the other comforting Vee.

dear G O D why is Remus eating deodorant??

also, i really want to know what is actually the deodorant

or is Thomas actually eating deodorant

SOMEONE PLEASE CALL POISON CONTROL-

#sanders sides #dealing with intrusive thoughts #dealing with intrusive thoughts spoilers #thomas sanders #video notes #video analysis #kinda #emily's video notes #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #TS Spoilers #ts remus #sander sides spoilers #wow this video FUCKED me up #stinky bastard man #stinky rat man #please come rant with me #skskskskksksksksk

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

Your Favorite? [2]

Plot: AU You’re part of the exchange program group from another country attending a Semester Abroad for university credit in Australia. The other students have been welcoming and friendly since you’ve arrived. You fell in with three students but two of them may like you more than just as a friend. So the big question they have for you is: who is your favorite Aussie?

Rating: PG-13 (Light language, crushes, friendly competition, flirting, very light attempts of a guy trying to seduce a girl)

Characters: University Student!Christopher (Bang Chan), University Student!Felix, University Student!Rosé, Foreign Exchange Student!Female Reader, plus mention of other members.

Notes: This was inspired by another event during the time I hosted Australian exchange students in high school. We all attended a party with the hosts and exchange students and a mutual friend of the girls I hosted tried to get me to say he was my favorite Aussie. (One of the girls I hosted, plus another exchange student shut him down quickly to save me from awkwardness, but it was funny.) In this story, I’m focusing only on the Aussie line from Stray Kids and BLACKPINK. (I know there’s two other idols who are from Australia but I’m not as familiar with them and I wanted to keep it focused on these three.)

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                                                ———————

“So it wasn’t the answer you guys wanted,” Changbin mused. He looked over at Chris, then at Felix, the pair glumly picking at their lunches.

Both hadn’t counted on Rosé swooping in and claiming the title out of the blue, especially since she hadn’t heard everything that transpired while she was in the bathroom. (Or so they thought.) You had gone with Rosé’s answer, smiling as you reciprocated the hug and tried to change the subject back to game night.

While the question wasn’t posed with romantic intentions, both guys had hoped that if you chose one of them, it would give them excuse to confess how they really felt about you.

Changbin took a sip from his bottle and looked at his friends. He turned and addressed Chris in Korean. “If you like Y/N that much, why not just tell her? How did your cafe date go by the way?”

Felix perked up at the mention of date and he turned his head to look at the older male. “Date? Wait, so you and Y/N were on a date when I brought Minho over to get Japanese help?”

“Um...” Chris mumbled, avoiding their eyes. He bit his lower lip and tried to sum his thoughts up on the outcome of that “date.” It started out fine, but if he had to be honest, you probably didn’t see it as a date. Combined with the younger guys interrupting with good reason and him leaving you alone with Felix, it really wasn’t a date. (Well, a disastrous attempt to say the least.)

“Judging by hyung’s silence, I’m guessing it wasn’t good,” Changbin noted.

Felix ducked his head and shot Chris a sheepish look. Even though he had feelings for Y/N as well, he had a feeling that the bond between you and Chris was pretty strong too. Still, his run-in with both of you wasn’t his fault: Minho was persistent in finding Chris that day and he dragged Felix along, arguing that the two were almost lost brothers given how in-sync they were.

“Hey...um Chris?” Felix began, “I swear I wasn’t trying to ruin things. Minho was going on about his grade and his mum and dad flipping out, so... He thinks that we’re like psychic and know where each other is at all times.”

Chris nodded and murmured that it wasn’t the younger boy’s fault. Having met Minho’s parents one time in passing, he knew that they had high expectations for their son and often he was under a lot of pressure. He reassured Felix that you probably thought it was two friends catching up after tests and classes.

“She didn’t even act like it was a date,” Chris sighed. “Well, maybe it’s my fault I suggested a really casual place and didn’t drop hints, but I didn’t want to ruin things.”

“Fear of losing a good friend, understandable,” Felix sighed. He played with the paper wrapper for his straw and huffed, grumbling that you tended to treat him like a brother.

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great friend,” Felix continued, “but it’s frustrating really! I swear she sees me like a little brother and we’re not that much different in age!”

The older boys nodded grimly at Felix’s issue – being friendzoned was rough but being babied was harder. Chris propped his chin with his left hand and mused if Rosé was really your favorite.

Changbin closed his water bottle and thought for a few moments. “I could tell she was conflicted at first,” he noted. “I don’t think she wanted to hurt your feelings. Rosé probably sensed that and thought it was kinder to save her from hurting one guy and making another happy.”

                                                ———————

“Too early Rosie,” you grumbled under your breath as you dragged yourself to the door to answer it. You unlocked it and yanked the door open, only to see it was Chris, not Rosé.

“Oh um, hey Chris!” you said, straightening up. “Sorry, I got up a few minutes ago – I look like a mess.”

Chris shook his head and gestured to the entrance of your dorm building. “Should I catch you another time?”

You shook your head and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. “At first I thought you were Rosie making me join her for Pilates,” you confessed. “Something on your mind?”

Chris flashed you a sheepish smile and asked if you wanted to go for a run or walk now. “Thought it would be good to get out for some fresh air. Unless you wanna eat before we go?”

“Oh no, no, no, walk’s fine,” you said. “Hang on, let me put some clothes on for walking and I’ll meet you in a bit.”

Chris smiled and he pointed to the entrance, saying he’d wait outside for you. “I’ll buy breakfast after we’re done.”

You raised a brow at him and looked him in the eye. “No, I’m paying. Last time you got my coffee and choux bun. It’s my turn.”

                                                ———————

“How are your classes going?” you asked.

Chris paused and looked back, realizing that he was getting too far ahead of you. You had been jogging with him, but recently slowed to a race walk pace while he continued. He waited for you to catch up before sharing that they were going well.

“Binnie and I did a collab for one of our class assignments and professor seemed to really like it,” he replied. “If you’re interested, I can share with you?”

You nodded, curious to know what the pair sounded like on a track. Chris produced his phone and unlocked it to pull up a song demo. He pressed Play and you leaned forward to hear it.

“Excuse me!” a voice called out.

Chris looked up to see a cyclist coming towards you and he quickly tugged you closer to him. The cyclist thanked him as he whizzed by on his bike and you blinked as you realized how close you were to him.

“So...Rosie’s really your favorite, huh?” Chris asked as he looked down at you.

“You’re really getting hung up on that again?”

“Come on, she spoke for you!” he protested. “I’m just curious! Wanna make sure you weren’t feeling pressured!”

“Uh huh, sure,” you laughed as you stepped back to give him space. You didn’t realize there was a skateboarder coming behind you and suddenly Chris was tugging you against his chest, the former barely missing you.

You felt your face heat up as your cheek pressed against his chest, which you discovered was quite defined under the thin tank he was wearing.

“Deja vu?” you offered as you watched the skateboarder disappear out of site.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded as you straightened up and stepped back to give him space. Knowing you hadn’t replied to his question, you found yourself saying something about breakfast.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and I think we should eat now,” you spoke up. “Come on, there’s a great mom and pop place by campus that gives student discounts – let’s go.”

                                                ———————

"So early...” Minho whined as he sank onto the bleachers.

Felix threw the older boy a look before securing his goggles and jumping into the pool. He shivered as his skin became engulfed in cold water, which made Minho snort in amusement from the sidelines.

“I don’t understand the point of this plan,” Minho sighed.

Felix looked over at Minho and explained that he invited you to come to the campus pool. He timed it so it would be around the end of his exercise session, just so you could see for yourself that he wasn’t just your cute younger friend you saw as a baby brother. He didn’t have biceps like Changbin, but he was pretty proud of his physique.

“You want me here the whole time?” Minho asked as he looked over at the gate entrance to the pool.

Felix sighed and said that the elder should hang out for a bit. “I need someone to spot me – besides, you wouldn’t want me to drown, right?”

“You won’t,” Minho sighed. “But I’m not a good person to ask for help. I don’t know how to swim.”

Felix rolled his shoulders back and asked the elder to spot him and make sure he was swimming straight. He backed up against the edge of the pool wall and took a deep breath before starting some laps of freestyle in the pool.

Minho stifled a yawn before pulling out his phone to time Felix for fun. He looked up from the phone to the young man swimming from time to time, nodding as the other swam back and forth a few times. He saw someone walking along the side of the fence surrounding the pool and looked up.

He lifted a hand and called out your name as you placed your hand on the gate latch. “Good morning Y/N-noona!”

You smiled as you returned the greeting and closed the gate behind you. You asked if he had classes soon and he shook his head.

“I – yawn – sorry,” he mumbled, “I was told my class was canceled today so I’m free the whole day. Felix made me get up early to make sure he didn’t drown.”

You took a seat beside Minho and gestured for him to head back for more sleep. “Or go cuddle one of your cats,” you told him. “I’ll take over spotting duties for you.”

Minho flashed you a sleepy smile and thanked you with a slight nod of his head. He rose from his place on the bleachers and walked carefully to the gate, closing it firmly behind him.

Felix came up for air a beat after Minho left and he glanced over at the bleachers to see you were sitting there. He yanked his goggles off and beamed as he raised a hand. “You’re a little early,” he commented.

“Ah I didn’t want to be late,” you admitted. “You’re a machine out there. I knew Chris could swim, but you’re pretty amazing too.”

“Thanks,” Felix replied as he swam toward the ladder.

You turned to find his towel, spotting it at the end of the bleacher bench you were sitting on. You stood up and grabbed it, turning as Felix climbed out of the pool and headed over to you. You did a double take as he walked toward you in his swim trunks. No way was this your Mario gaming buddy...

“Everything all right Y/N?” Felix asked, trying to sound innocent. He tilted his head and scanned your face, noticing that your cheeks were getting a bit pink.

“Um ye-yeah,” you stuttered as you held out his towel. “Guess I owe you an apology for thinking you were a lanky kid. Have you been hiding those all this time?”

Felix paused from drying off and he grinned cheekily as he took one of your hands and guided them to his abs. “Oh these?”

“Okay, I get it, you’re ripped Lix,” you mumbled as you withdrew your hand. “I really didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m not a kid,” he reminded you in a gentle voice. “You’re only a year older than me.”

“Right,” you said. “Okay, did you already eat?”

“Y/N, you’re doing it again,” he said.

“Wha?”

“Babying me again,” he said. He secured the towel around his waist and turned to face you. He reached out to take both of your hands in his and he tilted his head. “So, is Rosé really your favorite still?”

You sputtered and tried to untangle your hands from his. “Felix!”

“Come on, you know I’m loads of fun and we have a good time. Also, I’m getting the sense that you’re a fan of my abs,” he teased.

“Very funny Felix,” you replied, scrambling to leave the pool before he could ask you again.

                                                ———————

“Hang on, what happened?”

“Both of them aren’t letting it go!” you groaned. You were draped across Rosé’s bed, spilling details of your recent encounters with Chris and Felix trying to woo you to change your favorite Aussie vote. Chris’s attempt was more innocent and coincidence based, while Felix seemed a bit more deliberate.

“Felix actually made you watch him swim, just to show off his abs?” Rosé clarified.

You nodded and she bit back a laugh trying to picture the younger boy with a ripped physique make you get all flustered.

“I’ve got an idea!” she declared.

                                                ———————

“I don’t know what you guys did, but clearly you didn’t get her to change her mind,” Changbin remarked as he waved his phone around.

Chris looked up from his computer and Felix hit Save on his essay he was typing up to see what the other was talking about.

Changbin passed over his phone and watched as the pair looked at the recent post from Rosé’s Instagram page in his feed.

The post featured a picture of you two laughing, then another picture of her kissing your cheek. The caption read: Beautiful day, perfect weather, all topped off with a day of fun with Y/N. #imherfavoriteaussie #bestdayever

#Stray Kids Felix #Stray Kids Bang Chan #Blackpink Rose #Stray Kids AU #Blackpink AU #Skdz #Stray Kids imagine #Blackpink imagine #Park Chaeyoung #Bang Chan #Lee Felix #tw: light flirting #tw: age gap #yourkeeperoftherunners original #number 2832

[tallycraven]

HEY YOU 💛 it feels like forever since i talked to you huh i hate it. how you been bb? i'm actually doing a lot better with the college stuff, even tho i am studying for finals and that's very stressful. but in two week it's winter break so that's good. i know that you finished the fic and ahh! i'm so happy about it. i wanted to read it before i wrote to you again so that's why it also took me sometime to drop by. i have so many thoughts about it that i don't know where to begin. —

your writing skills are out of this world, really. you detail everything so perfectly that is so easy to engaged with the story and the characters. i actually think (and maybe i'm biased) but you're my top 1 writer. i will always look foward for whatever you decide to write next because i know it's always gonna be amazing. now, on the other hand i loved that your song choice was ocean by andreas moe because that's one of my favorite songs and it's been quite a while since i listened to it. it's totally like you said, the whole song it's just SO them that is almost impossible to pick a particular line. but i personally love "only fear and doubt can be the downfall. it’s our enemy" just beacuse it's so angsty. i loved it, thank you. for today i thought about two songs, i couldn’t decide which one was a better fit beacuse both of them scream raylla, and are also from the same band so... hope that's okay 🥺 best of me, and with me by sum 41. i realized that almost all the time i pick songs that are from scylla's pov. i don't do it deliberately but she's, after all, my fav so i relate to her so much. but anyway, i think the lyrics say it all. you can feel that regret and heartache for hurting raelle, trying to turn back time and maybe do some things differently. i think deep down she never intended to hurt anyone, she joined the spree to avenge her parents and she was doing everything for the cause. until she met raelle. but she never wanted to hurt anyone in particular if that makes sense? you can even see it with porter. she didn't want to kill him, but she really had to. then she ended up causing this unberable pain to the only person she was trying to protect and i think that's something that will always stick with her, even if she's still fighting for the cause and the greater good, she will always have the feeling of "i could've done better with her". sorry this got so long! i hope you're also doing okay and taking a well deserved rest after writing that masterpiece!! the waiting for the second season is killing me but talking to you as well as your writing really keep me going

UGH YOUR COMPLIMENTS MADE ME BLUSH I kgjkjhh honestly don’t deserve you or anybody else who’ve sent their love it’s jus thbhjbaaaahh it means a lot. i’m also glad i managed to find another one of your favorite songs! 

kjghjlkg best of me’s fucking ”I'm sorry / It's all that I can say You mean so much / And I'd fix all that I've done / If I could start again / I'd throw it all away / To the shadows of regrets / And you would have the best of me” and with me’s “I'd wait here forever just to, to see you smile / Cause it's true, I am nothing without you” ): i would like to be excused from living now, please. i wholeheartedly agree, i think scylla’s character is so wonderfully complex and beautiful and i’m uahkjfgbh i love her. 

song trade time! i have love won’t sleep by lostboycrow. it’s kind of been on my mind as what i can see scylla and raelle being like at the start of season 2 and moving forward into it up until their eventual forgiving of each other and acceptance back into each other’s lives? i’d love to hear what you think tho!

i hope you enjoy your break to the fullest and get all the rest you deserve! i’ll try and make my next piece ever better just for you, my dude. 😌

#🎵 #💛 #asks #Anonymous

[glasyasbutch]

playlist: nissy

link to playlist (on spotify)

1. We R Who We R by Kesha

It’s about damn time to live it up, I’m sick of being so serious, it’s making me delirious

listen. i could pull some shit out of my ass or I could say that i wanted the first words on this playlist to be HOT. AND. DANGEROUS.

2. LIVE THE WEEKEND by Rhizza, GIRLI

Oh, what do you care who I’m kissing / Oh my god you’re suck a dickhead, can’t you let me live the weekend?

anthem for bi people who just want to be left alone to be horny. bonus points for the use of the word dickhead in the exact context nissy would use it. he’s a child like that.

3. Nails, Hips, Hair, Heels by Todrick Hall

Ass fat, lips real, full purse, big bills

I debated on adding this song for him, bc it’s not super his vibe. Like he’s not quite as ‘strut into the room and check to make sure everyone’s staring at me’ as Zier, and he’s not quite as effeminate as this song would make you think. but i do think this is the kind of carefree, self-loving atmosphere he tries to escape to when he’s not being trained on the social graces necessary in political meetings.

4. Fabulous from High School Musical 2 OST

I need something inspiring to help me get along / I need a little fabulous is that so wrong?

He’s a fucking spoiled ass rich bitch tho, no matter what, and he like. Wants His Stuff. And he wants it to be Nice.

5. Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

I come home in the morning light, my mother says “when you gonna live your life right?” / Oh momma dear, we’re not the fortunate ones

Nissy’s had this exact conversation more times than he can count; getting yelled at after he’s sneaking back in his own bedroom window and makes a little too much noise. You’d think his parents remember a bit more about youth, having each had two of them. 

6. Blind Leading the Blind by Mumford & Sons

Running from the weight of ancient labels and leaving what identity there was / Well, my generation’s stuck in the mirror / “Forget about the poor, cause I don’t like the word”

Oh you thought it was gonna be all meme-y songs, huh? You thought I was gonna let you get a whole playlist without getting even a bit emo? Fools.

This song sticks out for me in a lot of ways. There’s a lot to be said about the classism inherent in the Den system (correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe consecution is exclusive to the Dens? People not born into them pick a Den when they go through the process?), and as much of a bastard as Nissy is, he realizes this and isn’t a huge fan of it. Especially when the den members keep getting reborn, he knows that the leadership of this country is getting really insular, really quick, and its. Not Good. So I suppose this song’s about his relationship with his identity as a Den member, and his attempt to sort of break the cycle, and to actually like. Know and understand the rest of the country he’s been raised to fight and die for. 

7. Heirloom by Sleeping at Last

It is the consequence of living in between the weight of family and the pull of gravity / You are so much more than your father’s son, you are so much more than wars you’ve won

Building off the last song, this one digs deeper to his problems with his family on a more personal level. He and Leth are easily the babies of the den, and grew up feeling like the one un-dried out tub of play-doh at preschool. Everyone around them trying to mold them into some pleasing shape. 

Leth did great! She became a skilled dunemancer, and she’s got the wit and cleverness to make her an asset to any political negotiation. And Nissy’s sort of just floundering around, trying to find somewhere to stand that’s not in someone’s shadow - including his own. He doesn’t particularly like being an echo knight. Kinda fucked up that his entire profession is based on staring his wasted potential in the face. He wants to be more than his den, more than his knighthood, and this song’s a full on tribute to that. 

8. My Life by Billy Joel

I don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life / Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone 

This song and the next one are basically there to describe Nissy’s breaking point at which he decided to leave home. This one’s more personal, his anger at his family and the way they constantly critiqued his every move, comparing him to his sister and his elders, asking why he refuses to measure up.

9. Not Gonna Take Me by BAILEN

You took my mother, you took my father, oh, but you’re not gonna take me

And this one’s more the anger he feels at the entire system. At the dens and the Luxon and the selectivism of consecution. He wants out (in principle. He’s still too much of a coward to walk out all by himself). I also like to think that the “she” in this song is Mavy. She certainly wasn’t the first or only person to cement in Nissy the idea that Kryn little fucked up maybe, but she was the one who convinced him to actually leave it behind.

10. Do What We Wanna Do by Zayde Wolf

We won’t stop now, we do what we wanna do, just like we wanted to

So this song fits more to Craving and Manic’s vibes, but I also think its trash music and neither of them deserve it, but Nissy himself is kinda trash so its ok for his playlist. Consider this the song that plays over the montage of him and Mavy running from the city and finding their way across the plains of Xhorhas to Uthodern.

11. Songs I Can’t Listen To by Neon Trees

And its all because of you, I’ve got a list of songs I can’t listen to / And it’s all because we’re through, I’ve got a list of songs I can’t listen to

Morgan sent me this and was like “its a breakup song but upbeat” and I vibed with it. It’s on here more because it slaps than because it’s extreme Nissy vibes. I do have it on here to mark his breakup with Mavy, and I do think that the focus being on the material things that are ruined for him because of memory, rather than like. Actually being sad. Is pretty accurate to how he’s handling being left.

12. Fight the Dragons from Big Fish OBC

So I fight the dragons, and I storm the castle, and I win a battle or two / Then comes the day, it’s time, I’m packing up and bringing all my stories home to you

This is a really sweet song about a dad trying to be a man his son can be proud of. And I’m fulling appropriating it to make it be a song about the grandiose lie that Nissy’s trying to put on when he does get home, where he’s gonna pretend that he was a totally valiant hero who killed a BUNCH of cool shit ALL BY HIMSELF so his family will be proud of him.

13. Grace Kelly by MIKA

I could be brown, I could be blue, I could violet sky / I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like / Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more / Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me, walk out the door

MANDATORY MIKA KIN SONG! This was the first song I put on this playlist, actually. It perfectly sums up his vibes. Fairly righteous anger at not being loved without having to change everything about himself, but himself is simultaneously an absolute dipshit. 

#playlists #nissy

[skyhopedango]

mysteriousdbzgt replied to your photoset: EX#2!!! Later than I wanted to watch it but at...

I forgot to ask, the cheesy insert song that they use during the Olivia & Yusef scenes, can you sum up a jist of the lyrics? That would be really great.

They talk over most of it so I can’t make much out aside of the first stanza, but basically it’s about a situation with two people sitting in the gondola of a Ferris wheel. Given the title, what I’m getting is that the wind shakes the gondola so strong that they bump into one another and suddenly feel this rush of love. The first verse goes something like this, in very quick and very dirty translation:

the gondola keeps rocking as the Ferris wheel turns, along with my feelings “isn’t it shaking too hard? the wind is so strong” at this rate I’ll fall in love!

(ゆらり揺れるゴンドラ この想い乗せまわる観覧車 揺れすぎじゃない？風強っ このままじゃfall in love!)

And it continues with, from what I can tell, stuff like, “you” looking away shyly, and a suddenly beginning love story, and wanting to embrace you so you feel my love (kiss me! kiss me!), so there’s that to make of what we will. (What I’m making of it is that I want all the D & K scenes in the next episode, or else. :D)

By the way, the song sounded so familiar and I just realized why - it’s either just inspired by, or a downright spoof of, LA LA LA LOVE SONG. Even the lyrics - “yurari yureru gondola” instead of “maware maware merry-go-round”. (Huh, it’s been ages since I’ve heard this song. :D Aww, ‘90s JPop.)

(...awww crap, I’ll be humming that song for the rest of the week. Damn earworms.)

#mysteriousdbzgt #double decker #double decker: doug and kirill

[okuraiani]

Ikemen Revolution – Oliver Knight Route Part 6

This part was really fun! Despite being really hard at some specific points, so I fear there may be parts where the translation seems a bit confusing. Still, have fun! Especially because of another surprise guest!

And if you can, play the game alongside the translation, because it will make the experience much more worthwhile!

PART 6 CHAPTER 1

Going along with Blanc and Oliver, where we arrived at was…—

[Blanc] ”Look, come over here, Alice.”

(Wow, there’s a lot of people here.)

Inside one room of the public hall, children of various ages had been gathering.

[Oliver] “It’s a big success today as well.”

[Alice] ”Oliver, those children…”

[Child 1] “Ah! It’s Oliver!”

[Child 2] “Oliver, come over here!”

When I realize it, those energetic boys have been running up to him and grab Oliver’s arms from both sides.

[Oliver] ”Hey, Phillip, Kevin, don’t pull!”

[Phillip] “Come on, hurry up!”

[Kevin] “There’s something we want to ask you!”

[Oliver] “I get it already. That’s why I’m telling you to stop pulling, you pipsqueaks.”

[Alice] ”Ah, Oliver…”

(He’s been taken away in no time at all…)

[Alice] ”Blanc... just what in the world is all this commotion about?”

[Blanc] ”You know, this is a special class that is open on holidays.”

[Alice] ”A special class… So it’s something like school?”

[Blanc] ”Exactly. In Cradle, due to economic circumstances, there are many children who can’t attend the boarding school.” “Opening the public hall and providing knowledge for those children is the purpose of this class.”

[Alice] ”I see… So it’s like a charity business.”

(And that’s why the children here are of so many different ages.)

[Blanc] ”Look, there are also some adults here, right?” “Those men are the volunteer teachers that have been supporting us in our efforts.” “Their professions are all over the place, but this class is holding up thanks to their goodwill.”

As the adults are enthusiastically teaching calculations and writing, the children are learning with shining faces.

(Teachers and students alike, everyone seems to have fun. This is a really great place.) (But why are Blanc and Oliver here…?)

[Alice] ”Blanc, are you perhaps also working as a teacher?”

 PART 6 CHAPTER 2

[Alice] ”Blanc, are you perhaps also working as a teacher?”

[Blanc] “I’m sorry, but that’s not the case. I need a certain someone for something.”

[Alice] ”Then, what about Oliver?”

[Blanc] ”As for him… I think he came to get unfettered ideas from the children.”

[Alice] ”Unfettered ideas…?”

Blanc turned his eyes to the table where Oliver was at.

[Blanc] ”At those times his ideas come to a standstill, it’s best to speak with children, is what he told me.”

(So that’s it… It seems even if he’s a genius, he has childlike sides like wanting to play together with his friends.)

Following Blanc’s example, I also look at Oliver, who was surrounded by the children.

[Kevin] ”Say, I don’t understand this problem, so in which way do you think I should change the question text?”

[Oliver] ”I see. Instead of solving it, you’re changing the problem itself… That’s interesting.”

[Phillip] “What about that is interesting?”

[Oliver] ”The flexible approach of overturning the basis of your way of thinking is not suited for adults. You can do that exactly because you are at your current age.”

(No… He’s probably not childlike, after all.) (Rather than like a student, he is more like a teacher.)

[Phillip] “I don’t really understand, but before changing the question text, isn’t it faster if he asked the teacher how to solve it…”

[Kevin] “I don’t want to. Because our teacher is an inhumane monster of a devil—”

[???] “What did you say about me?”

(Oh…)

Among the volunteer teachers, a comparatively youthful young man grins from behind the children.

[Oliver] “See, he’s here. The demon teacher.”

[Kevin] “Oliver, you idiot!”

[???] “Demon teacher? Haha, you guys sure have knowledge for human nature and courage, huh?” “However, I might have to teach you that sometimes honesty can cause your ruin.”

The young man grabs the back of Kevin’s collar, who tries to run away, and tickles his sides without mercy.

[Kevin] “Ahaha… Uh… This is torture… Oliver, Phillip, help...!

[Oliver] “Give up. It’s the demon teacher after all.”

Oliver and Phillip seem like they have fun as they are observing the loudly screaming Kevin.

(You two, your smiling faces look kind of mean…)

[Alice] “Blanc, who is that person?”

[Blanc] “That is Dean Tweedle. He is actively teaching at the boarding school.”

 PART 6 CHAPTER 3

[Blanc] “That is Dean Tweedle. He is actively teaching at the boarding school.”

[Alice] “Wow, so there even is an active teacher here!”

(His smiling face is really refreshing.) (...His demeanor is demonic, though.)

While Blanc smiles wryly, Dean approaches us.

[Blanc] “Dean, they really make you go that far.“

[Dean] “Oh my, Blanc is also here. How unusual.”

[Blanc] “I need you for something. Could you come with me for a moment?”

[Dean] ”...? I understand.” “Good for you, Kevin. You are escaping with your life.”

[Kevin] “...I thought I would die from laughing…”

Kevin, who’s hair was tousled by Dean, has tears in his eyes.

[Blanc] ”Well then, Alice. If you’d be so kind, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

[Alice] “Wait, with ‘leave it to me’ what do you…”

(What does that mean?)

[Dean] ”If your name is Alice, that means you are the rumored Alice?” “I’ll also count on you.”

[Alice] ”That’s why I said, what do you mean by leaving it to —”

[Dean] “Also, Phillip and Kevin. I expect the problem to be solved by the time I come back.” “If you can’t do it, let’s teach you during an enjoyable detention with me.”

[Phillip & Kevin] “WHAT!?”

Accompanied by a refreshingly smiling Dean, Blanc leaves the room.

(Just what did those two mean by saying they ‘leave it to me’...?)

[Oliver] ”Hey, goofball.”

Before I knew it, Oliver stood next to me, tugging at my sleeve.

[Alice] ”What?”

[Oliver] ”Not ‘what’. Try taking a look around.”

(Around…?)

When he urges me to look around, some of the children stared at me like at some rarity.

[Oliver] ”Because you’re a new face around here, everyone is interested in you, you know.”

[Alice] ”So that’s it.”

(That’s a bit embarrassing.)

[Oliver] ”All the adults here are teachers.” “To sum it up… You understand what I am trying to say, right?”

[Alice] ”Oh my, somehow I have a really bad feeling…”

By the time I noticed, it is already too late and the edges of Oliver’s mouth turn upwards…

[Oliver] “Hey, gather around. This one’s a new teacher.”

[Alice] ”Excuse me!?”

[Children] “Wow, she’s a teacher!?”

On Oliver’s command, the children who were near are gathering.

[Alice] “Wait a minute, Oliver!? I’m not a —”

[Oliver] ”Teacher, shouldn’t you introduce yourself?”

 PART 6 CHAPTER 4

[Oliver] ”Teacher, shouldn’t you introduce yourself?”

[Children] ”Nice to meet you, teacher!”

[Alice] ”Uh, uhm…”

With the eyes of the surrounding children clearing up, I realize that refusal is not an option.

(So by ‘leave it to me’ they meant this…) (...Ugh, there’s no choice but to prepare myself for the worst.)

[Alice] ”Nice… Nice to meet you, my name is Alice. Let’s get along well.”

[Child 3] “Hey hey, what are you going to teach us?”

[Child 4] “Calculation? History? Or maybe music?”

[Alice] “That’s a good question…”

(The things I can teach them are limited, though, so what would be good?)

Asking for help, I look at Oliver for a moment.

[Oliver] ”How about you think for yourself. Besides, is your head filled with only whipped cream?”

(Seriously, I’m not an Eclair…)

A: “Give me a hint.” B: “I’ll think for myself.” C: “I have a hard time telling you so suddenly.”

[Alice] ”At least give me a hint about what would make the children happy.”

[Oliver] ”If so, then try remembering the time when you were a child.”

(I? Hmm, I liked to move my body, but…)

[Oliver] ”In the end, this is only a make-believe school. There’s no need to think so hard.”

(In short, something that everyone is interested in would be good…) (Oh, I know!)

[Alice] ”Alright, then…”

[Alice] “London Bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down…”

Under the bridge Kevin and I made by facing each other and connecting both our hands, the other children are passing through in a line while singing.

[Kevin] “London Bridge is broken down, My fair lady”

[Alice] ”Now!”

[Kevin] ”Okay.”

[Child 3] ”Waaah!”

As soon as the song is over, the child who was passing under the bridge was confined by the arms of the two who made it.

[Child 4] “Teacher, one more time!”

[Alice] ”Okay, let’s do that.”

(Everyone seems to have a lot of fun!)

While the children make an uproar, Oliver, who hadn’t participated, drew a surprised breath.

[Oliver] “Why did you choose this?”

[Alice] “Well, that’s because…”

(I remembered that Oliver was singing this earlier...)

[Alice] “Because I’m the only one who can teach them games from the Land of Reason, right?”

 PART 6 CHAPTER 5

[Alice] “Because I’m the only one who can teach them games from the Land of Reason, right?”

[Oliver] “Well, that’s true…”

[Phillip] “But it sure is a strange song. A song about the broken down bridge and asking a woman how to build it up…”

Next to Oliver, Phillip, who also didn’t participate, tilts his head.

[Phillip] “If it were me if the bridge broke down, I’d cross over by swimming.”

[Oliver] ”...Heh, not everyone is as good at swimming as you are.” “However, that way of thinking is really nice.”

Suddenly his mouth loosened and Oliver’s look gets soft.

[Oliver] ”Phillip, how about you stop looking and also participate?”

[Phillip] “Only if you do as well…”

[Oliver] ”I’m fine. I have long since passed the age where I play innocently like that.”

Phillip, who stared at him in puzzlement, burst out laughing.

[Phillip] “You’re saying some really strange things, even though you’re about the same age as me.”

[Kevin] “That’s right, Oliver. Stop pretending to be a strange adult and come join us, too.” “That’s because, even after many years passed, you still haven’t grown at all!”

[Oliver] ”Height has no relation to playing games.”

(This is somehow really nice.) (It’s peaceful, mediocre… and amazingly calm.)

When an unintentional smile appears on my face, someone tugged at my sleeve.

[Child 3] ”Say, what is ‘London Bridge’, teacher?”

[Alice] ”Excuse me?”

[Child 4] ”I want to know, too! What is ‘London’?”

[Oliver] ”...…”

(Since Oliver knows about London, I was sure the other children also know about it…) (But it seems that isn’t the case.)

[Alice] ”You know, London is—”

Meanwhile—

Dean widened his eyes at the words spoken in a deserted place of the public hall.

[Dean] “Why do you say such a…”

Blanc’s gaze is directed at Alice and Oliver outside of the window, who play with the children.

[Blanc] “I am simply wishing for my friend’s happiness.” “Dean, won’t you lend me your help?”

#Ikemen Revolution #Ikemen Kakumei #Oliver Knight #Main Route #Oliver's Route #Quick Translation #Sketchy Translation #Translation Attempt #IkeRev Spoiler

[sharing-tangerines]

Stranger Things 3 Thoughts pt. 2

Ep 4-8 LONG NOTES

• Max gives no shits this season and I'm loving it

• Nancy and Jonathon are having two very different argument. Its one argument but they're talking about different things and that's fascinating

• Michael that is the most lackluster plan in the world

• Is Karen attempting to be a good mom again? Wooaaahhhh

• Steve Harrington and your button pressing habits I love u

• You are my daaaaaad! You're my dad! Boogiewoogiewoogie

• Wow dacre is really killing it this season all the applause to u sir

• WOAH WTF

• That's some true love shit right there romance is dead but also kinda not

• "YEAH IM GREAT NOW THST I KNOW THAT THE RUSSIANS INVENTED ELEVATORS"

• That one guy looks like Russian terminator

• MURRAY IS BACK

• Steve u cant keep getting into fights

• Hey look he actually won a fight

• When did lucas become such an expert on dating

• Seriously is it like that w all guys like they act clueless one moment and then the next they know exactly how the female mind works?

• Thank god I have a girlfriend

• Eleven sits like a gay ohmygod

• Is the rest of the hospital just fine while these 2 floore are fucked up?

• Monster killing couple damn

• Dustin is kind of a big mood

• Nancy isn't having the greatest time like it's been an awful like 3 days for her

• LET MAX SAY FUCK

• Does dustin watch my little pony

• Stop punching steve hes young and kinda weak I love u

• Hes lost his mind

• DID MIKE JUST DROP THE I LOVE HER BOMB IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT ABOUT FEMINISM AND WOMENS PERSONAL AGENCY

• Alexei kinda looks like a copy of a copy of a copy of like mark Ruffalo

• Erica just playing w a weapon is a mood

• Is Robin's backstory literally just the fact that she was a loser bit she wanted to be popular

• Wait u guys were in rolling chairs you could've just rolled

• That slow mo shot of millie falling in the void is great that shit is breathtaking

• They're so high on this truth drug its hilarious

• R they trying to make me sympathize w billy like yeah hes gone through some traumatic shit but that doesnt excuse the fact that hes not good

• Billy and all the people being the bad guys is so much scarier than a random faceless monster it's great

• Oh holly talks now ok

• Did she talk last season I dont remember?

• Wow fireworks back before everyone was so worried about everything setting on fire

• [Ominous synth music]

• In a reverse turn of events, dustin and erica are the parents instead of robin and steve

• Does steve do marijuana

• How did u board everything up fast enough bc the monster was literally right there

• I'm glad that Lucas is using a weapon other than the fucki g slingshot

• Hey wheres Kali like not that she'd be helpful in this situation but like where is she

• OH MY FUCKING GOD MURRAY

• I'm glad mike has come to this realization by himself

• Can the kids setting off fireworks outside of my house stop for a minute pls

• Someone watched john mulaney that's why theres a back to the future thing

• They're on so much drugs

• Why r u in front of the freezers like its aesthetic w the eggo and the neon lights but like why

• R they seriously having an argument over coke

• I xant believe Steve Harrington's been in that stupid scoops ahoy uniform the whole show

• Is Robin a lesbian

• OH MY GOD SHE IS

• THE DUFFERS WERENT PUSSIES RHEY PUT A FUCKING LESBIAN IN THEIR SHOW WOWOWOWOW

• Wow did he perfectly sum of america? Cool

• I'm glad alexei won he deserves it

• I hope nothing bad happens to him

• Oh no

• Its Russian terminator

• WAIT EL GOT BIT IS SHE GONNA BE ONE OF THE FLAYED

• WHY IS THE LAST EPISODE AN HOUR AND SEVENTEEN MINUTES

• Oh that is disgusting why r u guys looking

• Yeah let's get the gang back together!

• STEVE CALLED HIMSELF DADDY

• Hopper and joyce r so done w Murray's bs

• I love this Russian ballad in the background its super good

• I'm sorry I have to say this but if I see that anyone wants to fuck this monster I'm gonna blow my shit

• NANCY GET OUT OF THE WAY

• YES STEVE

• DID U UUST LEAGE MIKE AND MAX AND EL IN THE MALL

• Why r we in Utah

• Oh shit its Suzie! Shes real!

• Suzie and Dustin r so pure but eye rhe fuck do they have a musical number what nerds

• This is not the time guys

• Hey el honey u ain't looking so good

• Oh my god Billy's beating the shit out of these kids goddammit

• R u like sacrificing her holy shit

• Flinging fireworks on an enclosed space is v v dangerous wtf guys

• Visuals r fucking stunning

• Oh shit ethos pathos logos were going for logos right now

• Oh Russian terminator is actually human

• These kids r gonna give me a heart attack man

• OH SHIT BILLYS HELPING

• ITS TAKING HIM OHMYGOD

• IS HOPPER GONNA DIE

• oh Billy's dead

• OH MY GOD THEY KILLED HOPPER

• Oh shit no max dont cry pls font cry or km gonna cry

• Why would they kill hopper jopper was supposed to be endgame wtf

• Where tf r the byers moving to

• Lucas and max are That couple

• Where is el moving to now like hopper is kinda dead

• Does she not have her powers anymore

• OH SHES MOVING W WILL

• [Emotional synth music playing]

• I'm gonna cry

• Will looking at Mike while hes crying goddammit that's not straight behavior

• IM CRYING

As much. as I kinda like byler, mileven is fucking cute and I'm fly sad they're being separated

• Fuck and I love this song too stop

• Huh they didnt mess up the Byers house this year

• They just emptied it

#stranger things #mey takes notes during films