#what s the ship name vote on your phones

[nadiawrites14]

everything’s fractal

wc: 1.7k

okay this is a follow up to the fic i posted yesterday because these are the only two men i have brain worms for and i also need to keep writing every day or else i lose. anyways. hold hands or whatever

“I read your book,” Florijan declared. “It gave me a nightmare.”

Laszlo spun around, eyes wide as his gaze met Florijan’s. “Hello to you too, dear. Why did it give you a nightmare?”

Florijan shrugged, plucking it from his coat pocket and handing it back to Laszlo. “It was scary. I think you should return it to the library.”

“Uh, alright.” Laszlo stared at the cover. A Full History of Yugoslavia — Tito and Onwards. Debating, he shoved it in the bag tossed on his wheelchair, and started leading himself from the conference room. “Did it give you some context, at the very least? What made it... scary? I don’t think I understand.”

Florijan followed, his hands shoved in the pockets of his long gray jacket, ruined threads and tears running throughout it. “It gave me context... I don’t like the context. I don’t understand the brutality of it,” he said. “And I don’t like how we didn’t have a say in anything. And I didn’t like all the death and destruction and suffering. It didn’t have to be that way.”

“It, uh, it sure didn’t,” Laszlo muttered.  He had begun to wonder if Slovenia’s newest president had even the faintest clue of the region’s own history. His face flushed an event of red, and he paused outside. “Let’s sit and talk. That works?”

Florijan nodded, his lips a thin line. “That certainly works, Laszlo.”  

Laszlo patted the bench beside him and leaned forward as Florijan sat. From the morbid expression on Florijan’s face and the scrunched eyebrows on his, he almost began to feel like a parent giving a child a hapless explanation for a death in the family. The death being whatever history of Yugoslavia Florijan had believed before. “You seem bothered.”

“Learning about history makes me sad. I don’t like it.”

“You’re a man with a lot of empathy. There’s nothing wrong about that,” Laszlo replied.

Florijan huffed, his gangly hands folded into a neat bundle. “I feel duped. I feel duped that there was all this stuff I didn’t know. And I just lived my life without realizing any of it. I knew about the war. I knew there was a lot of people killed in it and that ever since then we’ve been seven instead of one. But all of those photographs, and the articles, and, and, and, the brutality of all of it. And we weren’t even fighting by our own means,” he mused, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Oh, Laszlo, it’s very sad.” Laszlo looked up when he felt Florijan’s gaze transfixed on him. “I see what you meant now. When you said what a troublemaker you are. But, but, you’re not. You’re a very good man with a big heart. Just because Macedonia has a bad rap doesn’t mean you should.”

Laszlo’s mouth twitched into a small smile before he looked away. “We shouldn’t have a bad rap at all.”

“I know,” Florijan said, putting his hand on top of Laszlo’s. “I know now. Izet always made these jokes that I could never understand, these vile jokes about you and Miss Arsic and Miss Horvatic. It makes sense now, it does, but I should have thought, oh... I don’t understand.”

Laszlo shifted. His hand was an icebox beneath the warmth of Florijan’s. “What don’t you understand?”

“The book... well. I did research, and it says— it says Slovenia isn’t considered a Balkan country. And Izet mentioned that sometimes, but I never really understood it, I just thought it was a consistent error he liked to make. Is it true, Laszlo? I don’t want it to be true. I think you guys are great. And I don’t fit in with Lorenzo and Manon and Aurelia— I mean, they’re great, but I do feel like the odd one out. I can’t speak German or French and they can't speak a word of Slovene or even read Cyrillic. It’s... weird. I always thought it was the other way around.” Florijan’s voice went increasingly distraught, and Laszlo’s panic flared in his chest.

“Don’t get upset. It’s okay. Um, let me explain it to you this way. You guys, the Slovenians, drink wine and beer. Me, Jelka, Svetlana, Agim, we drink rakija. Uhhh... that’s how I’ve heard it explained.”

“I don’t drink, Laszlo, I hate drinking! It doesn’t make sense,” Florijan let out a whimper of frustration and inhaled. “I apologize. This is making me rather emotional. Can you just— hm. Explain it to me like you would anybody else, and I’ll try not to get upset.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine. Promise. Erm,” Laszlo felt the back of his neck and his eyes touched the ceiling. He squinted through the glass panelling at the fractured afternoon sun. “Okay. It’s like, a stereotype, really, that you guys are more poised. You’re better. Less boisterous. You don’t fight or argue or make mountains from molehills. You handle things like those posh westerners do.” Laszlo steadied his gaze, and chuckled to himself. “You’re seen as one of the good ones. Too rich, too lavish, too educated to be grouped in with us,” he continued, dripping with venom. “But, Florijan,” his voice shifted back into a soft explanation. “I know you don’t think that way. Izet might have. Hell, the rest of the world might, but you don’t have to. You have the ability to decide what opinions you have, and that’s what’s so beautiful about history. Yes, it’s scary and depressing and leaves you feeling desolate and morbid but it gives you perspective. Needed perspective. So, uh, don’t lose sleep over it, alright? Just... make the right choice.” Laszlo straightened in his chair, as if he were defending himself at one of the various sessions or meetings with his cabinet or with the throng of fellow leaders. “Make your own choice.”

Florijan had never realized the sound of his own voice. He’d always thought his accent sounded different than that of the other Slavs who came to visit Izet, their tones and pronunciation being more defined, more proper, less casual. Everything was conducted with an air of dignity, a twill of formality sprinkled on posture and manners. He hadn’t known it was a unique thing until it all came into perspective. He also hadn’t noticed before how when Laszlo spoke at the meetings, his Slavic accent seemed to melt away in favor of what sounded like a mock British thing. When Laszlo spoke at those meetings, the uncharacteristic severity of his adoptive accent was dour and exuding with bitterness and icy etiquette. The way Laszlo spoke now, though, and the way he spoke at the library, was comfortable, relaxed, his voice soothing and not characterized by the harsh intonations of a western disguise. His accent was beautiful, it was colorful and chaotic but also fun and fitting all at once. It was uniquely Laszlo.

Florijan didn’t want him to hide the person he was beneath all those layers. He found himself first outstretching a hand, wordlessly, which Laszlo took, eyebrows furrowed. Then, with his emotion pouring out like an opened set of floodgates, he reached out both his arms and enveloped Laszlo in a hug. Florijan squeezed, careful to not hurt his friend, and rested his head in the corner of Laszlo’s neck, his eyes shut tight. Laszlo froze for a moment, stunned and caught like a red-handed criminal, and hugged back. Just slightly. His hands shook as he patted Florijan’s back and listened to the sound of his aggressive heartbeat. It was Florijan who let go first, folding like a house of cards and keeping his movements light and gentle. When Laszlo looked up, he realized Florijan’s eyes were welling up. “I don’t want you to hide from yourself just because the world said so!” Florijan whimpered, wiping his tears away with his sleeve.

Laszlo had never been so aware of the sound of his own heartbeat in his chest. It was so strong and filled his ears with that drumbeat of blood and life. He shut his eyes, choking back a tidal wave of emotion and hearing the pounding inside of his head. Like a swimmer coming up for air, he took in a long breath and turned back to a brimming Florijan, smiling like a politician. “Ah, thank you, dear. It means a lot to me that you say that. Thank you. Really, thank you.”

“Oh, Laszlo, you’re such a good man. You were so good today. You’re so clever and intelligent and wonderful, I don’t see why you have to hide behind— I don’t see why you should hide at all.” Florijan sniffled, making paws with his sweater and rocking back and forth in his place. “I look up to you.”

Laszlo felt that pit in his stomach again and his mouth grew dry. He sat there, a rubberneck to his own wreck, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. “Awh, shit, dear. I look up to you too. You’re an admirable fellow. I’m happy to be here with you. You’re doing amazing.”

Florijan swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, blinking away the last of his tears. He grabbed Laszlo’s hands again, giving them a tight squeeze. Laszlo gazed at Florijan’s olive green nail polish. “That’s— that’s my favorite color, some fun Mincef trivia.”

Holding up his hand to study his own nails and then gaze back at Laszlo, Florijan beamed. “Green is beautiful! It’s the color of life.”

Laszlo nodded, his mouth a faint smile. “Yeah, yeah. You feel better now?”

Florijan nodded his head. “Thank you for talking with me… dear.”

“Noooooo problem, dear!” Laszlo responded, aiming finger guns and shooting with two snaps of his fingers. “Always a pleasure to see you around. I hope we can see each other more often.” To be fair, Laszlo thought, relations had especially stalled with Izet in power. Maybe it was time to repair that.

“Mmph,” Florijan replied, his head bobbing up and down. He kissed Laszlo’s outstretched hand and got to his feet, placing one of his firm hands on Laszlo’s shoulder. “I’ll see you around.” His words were smiling almost as wide as he was.

“See ‘ya.” Laszlo gave a salute.

Florijan saluted back, giggling as he disappeared towards the dorms.

Laszlo heard his heart pounding again.

#ah #men #they exist #these ones though <3 #sobs #we are on laszlo/florijan lockdown #what s the ship name vote on your phones #call that #macevlenia #? #sorry that is awful #i will leave #laszlo mincef #florijan kovac #my writes #writeblr #liaisons #go crazy #lemme put this on ao3 for the heck of it too

[mackjlee9]

Corpse x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

Masterlist

A sighed left (M/n)'s mouth as he stared up at the ceiling after checking the time on his phone, bored and annoyed. His boyfriend, who he got used to call Corpse, had been ignoring him for the past couple of days, whether it was intentional or not, he doesn't know, but it got on his nerves.

Right now, he was playing Among Us with other youtubers, and seemed to be having fun, (M/n) heard his laugh at times, which made him smile but at the same time, feel slightly jealous.

Two and a half hours had passed since he locked himself in his recording room, only getting up to got the bathroom but calling for him to get him some water. Now, it was one of those times.

"Babe!" He heard Corpse's deep voice calling out to him and he got up from the couch, pausing the movie he was watching but wasn't paying attention to. His feet took him to the closed door, opening it and peeking his head in, Corpse turned to look at him over his shoulder, pushing down his headphones, "Could you get me more water?"

(M/n) walked in and went to grab his boyfriend's water bottle right next to him, he looked up at him with his left eye and smiled, before putting his headphones back on and focusing back on the screen. The taller male walked out of the room and went to refill the bottle.

He stood there, contemplating life, asking himself how the fuck can he get Corpse's attention, and an idea popped up in his mind. It wasn't a good thing to do it, but he was desperate and in need of his cute boyfriend's attention, so he took a deep breath and prepared for what he was going to do.

(M/n) closed the already filled bottle and walked back to his boyfriend to give it back. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, Corpse glanced at him for an instant before focusing on doing a signature vent kill. He slowly walked closer, placing the bottle where he got it from and he stood there, behind the black haired male as he watched him play. It was so convenient that he wasn't recording or streaming.

He placed his arms around his shoulders, resting his chin on the crown of his head and the body was found, through the headphone he could hear the rest of the crewmates discuss the location of the body and who might be the possible killer. None of them sused Corpse obviously, he had his fellow impostor vouching for him, which made things easier for them.

No one was voted off, mainly because the votes tied, so the round continued, and (M/n) started his mischievous plan.

One of his hands started to travel down slow enough for Corpse to ignore it, until he felt how that same hand was pressing down on his crotch making him flinch.

"(M/n)... what are you doing?" Was all he could ask, feeling a shiver run down his spine as the taller male had leaned down to start pressing open mouthed kisses on the skin of his neck. (M/n) knew how sensitive Corpse's neck was, so he took advantage of that. "S-stop, babe... I'm p-playing now."

(M/n) hummed innocently, rubbing on the growing tent inside Corpse's jeans.

"I know, just ignore me, like you've been doing the past three days." Corpse's breath hitched as he felt the sneaky fingers of his boyfriend unbutton his jeans and undoing the zip, slipping inside his underwear.

He bit his lip as he felt how (M/n)'s hand began to rub up and down, stroking his length in a torturous slow pace, teasing his tip with his thumb. Corpse noticed that an emergency meeting has been called and he started to panic, feeling his body shaking with nervousness and anxiety. (M/n) noticed that and he moved next to his ear.

"If you are quiet they won't notice... you have to be a good boy, baby." Corpse closed his eyes tight, listening to his friends discuss something with one another. Toast noticed how Corpse's character had been kind of AFK so he questioned him about that.

The curly haired male felt his heart sink when he tried to think of an excuse.

"Um... (M/n) w-was sh-showing me something..." he managed to stutter out, hoping that they would believe him.

They seemed pretty much convinced with his excuse, so they all skipped vote and kept going with the game. Corpse tilted his head back, as he felt his erection throbbing, begging for realise, but (M/n) wasn't going to give him that just yet. The (h/c) haired male kept kissing and sucking on his neck, occasionally going up to his earlobe and softly bit it, tugging with his teeth on his earring.

Corpse's mind was blank, completely out of it, but for a reason totally opposite than usual. All that he could think about was, 'I want to cum,' and that's it. He didn't even tried to keep playing anymore, he was focused on the hand that was sending him to heaven, or hell for all he knew.

"(M-m/n), please... I wa-wanna c-cum-nghm~," the male just stared at his face, scanning it up and down over and over again, seeing the lusty look he had and the red on his cheeks. (M/n) bit his lip and leaned in to press a kiss against his boyfriend's soft lips.

Corpse let out a gasp as (M/n)'s hand squeezed his tip, making pre-cum ooze from his slit and wetting his hand. He was about to let him cum, when the screen darkened for an instant, before showing 'Victory' in blue letters.

As soon as they were back on the lobby, Valkyrae -his fellow imposter- asked him what happened to him, Corpse had no idea what to answer so (M/n) decided to talk in his place.

"Sorry, guys, I've been bothering Corpse so he couldn't play at the end there, I'm sorry," everyone understood and said that it was all good, before another round started. The discord call was muted once again.

"No no no, I-I can't play any-anymore... I'm not-gnh, focused r-right now..." Corpse squirmed on his chair, gripping tightly his computer mouse and letting out soft groans. Poor little Corpsey...

He got imposter again. With Sykkuno.

But even if he wasn't in a good state to keep playing, he tried his best and somehow, managed to sneak a kill before another body was reported. Corpse said where he was and everyone skipped, short with evidence.

(M/n) noticed how Corpse managed to play somehow good, so he dipped further into his plan.

He lifted his free hand up to his mouth and licked three fingers, slipping them inside his underwear and further down, gracing his entrance. Corpse's body tensed, trembling slightly as he couldn't help but whimper out loud.

"Babe, why...? Aah~ fuck, d-don't touch th-there..." he mumbled between ragged breaths, without noticing how he had killed a crewmate in front of someone else. He was instantly voted off when he couldn't say a believable excuse, and he got ejected from the ship.

(M/n) saw that as an advantage and pushed a finger inside of his boyfriend, making him wince in pain. Corpse turned towards the taller male, hiding his face on his neck, gasping and whimpering as he uncontrollably squirmed on his chair again. His teeth bit down on the soft flesh of (M/n)'s neck as he felt how his finger reached deep inside of him.

(M/n) started moving the hand on Corpse's dick again, making him moan his name as he thrusted his hips into his hand, breathing rapidly. He pushed a second finger in and started stretching him as he teased his shaft once again, pre-cum dripping in a big amount.

(M/n)'s fingers suddenly pressed on his prostate, rubbing it slowly and making his back arch, his body trembled as he moaned out loud, cumming inside his pants. Corpse was catching his breath once again, when he saw the round end, now the word 'Defeat' was displayed in red.

He thought this was it, that his boyfriend was going to leave him alone and he could play peacefully again, but little did he knew about (M/n)'s plan.

Another game started, and Corpse relaxed when the word 'Crewmate' showed up on his screen. He took a deep breath and started to do his tasks, but another finger was pushed inside of him, thrusting in and out roughly making him whimper and close his legs tightly. (M/n) growled on his ear lowly, something that made his body weak, good thing he was sitting down.

"Spread your legs, baby, I won't repeat myself." Corpse swallowed at the raspy voice of his boyfriend and he, hesitantly, obeyed. (M/n) hummed in approval when the curly haired male spread his legs open, allowing him to fuck him with his fingers.

Corpse clenched around the digits inside of him as they pressed on his prostate, making him bit down in his bottom lip so he wouldn't moan out loud. (M/n) was having fun, seeing how other crewmates walked up to Corpse's character and "danced" around him, as if trying to get his attention.

His (e/c) eyes saw how Corpse was holding tight on his mouse so he realized the pressure on his prostate, something that made the black haired male relax greatly. He must be done by now, right? He though as his eyes opened, turning to look at the screen.

He was standing in the same spot for the past minutes, nobody had killed him and nobody had called a meeting, so he assumed nothing was happening.

Taking a deep breath, he moved his character a coupe of steps, before (M/n)'s voice slipped through his headphone, echoing in the room.

Oh boy, he was in for a long night.

"Stand up, baby." He tensed up but his as he was told, grimacing at the wet and sticky feeling of his underwear.

(M/n) moved the chair back and sat down, taking his twitching erection out of his sweatpants and pulling down Corpse's jeans and underwear together, making him jump in surprised. Before he could say anything, (M/n) grabbed his hip and made him sit down on his lap, or well, that's what it seemed like.

The taller male made Corpse's hips align with his dick, the tip pressing on his stretched hole, and he lowered him on it slowly, until he was fully inside of his boyfriend.

Corpse stayed still, feeling how (M/n) was reaching inside deeper that he ever was, and stretching him to his limit. He held his breath, gasping for air as he could feel (M/n) in his stomach, filling him up more than ever.

Fortunately -or unfortunately- for him, (M/n) stayed completely still, breathing on the back of his neck and playing with his erection again. Corpse didn't knew if it was good or bad the fact that (M/n) wasn't moving, but he started to think it was a bad thing, because he could feel every inch inside of him, and every time he moved the slightest bit, his boyfriend's dick would rub against his sensitive insides. Right as he was about to do his last wire, a body was found.

His eyes went to the task bar, which was almost full, and yet, only one person was dead.

Everyone skipped and they ran around doing their tasks, before Poki stood in front Corpse, waiting for him to do his task. He panicked and with a trembling hand, he did his wires, going further into admin to do his card swipe.

As soon as he did that task, his body shook, a strangled moan getting out of him mouth.

(M/n) had started to move, thrusting inside of him as slow as he could, driving him crazy and making him whimper with need. He felt his boyfriend's fingers rub his cock at a steady pace, while the other one held his hips in place. Corpse swallowed, trying to keep doing his tasks to win the game, but it seemed impossible for him. He couldn't focus at all.

All he could think about was how badly he wanted to be bend over and fucked mercilessly by his boyfriend. He wanted to scream his name and lose his voice, completely losing his mind to the pleasure, but right now, he wasn't getting any of that, he felt so riled up and on edge, and he couldn't think about anything else.

Corpse struggled to open his map, and saw that had only two tasks left, so he attempted to do them, but thankfully, one of the imposters noticed his out-of-it behavior and killed him.

As a ghost, Corpse went instantly to do his long tasks, which were both at med-bay. He did the sample and stood in the scan.

As he did so, (M/n)'s hand had moved away from his erection and was holding onto his hips now, his thrusting starting to get faster. Corpse felt how the tip was pushing on his stomach, which made him moan out his name as he squeezed around him.

"Fuck fuck fuUccK... I-I n-need-mngh~ moreeee~, (M/n) please..." the (h/c) haired male noticed how the sample was done, so he got Corpse's attention.

"Do your last task, win the game, say you have to go and I can fuck you however you want." He whispered in a raspy voice. Corpse heard the lust and desperation on (M/n)'s voice and it made him feel better knowing that he wasn't the only one so needy for the other.

The pressed the button for the red sample and the game ended. Corpse took a deep breath as he pressed the Quit button, unmuting his discord for a moment.

"S-sorry, guys, I-I have to... go now," he muted again as he felt a moan being trapped on his throat and he heard everyone complaining about him having to leave, but they said goodbye anyways. "Go-goodbye..." he muttered and ended the call.

He took off his headphones and held himself with his desk, bouncing up and down on the big cock inside of him.

"FUCK! It feels so... gooood~, fuck me (M/n)... wreck me, fuck me as h-hard as you w-waAant-eunhg~," Corpse bit down on his lip, riding (M/n) and taking him deep inside. He lifted his shirt up to take it off and he whimpered at the sight of (M/n)'s tip pressing on his stomach, making a little bump appear.

Corpse kept moaning his name over and over, making (M/n) want to completely destroy him. He stood up from the chair, making Corpse bend on his desk and he started to thrust into him at an inhumane pace, reaching deep into his colon. Corpse's mind blanked totally, mixing moans with whimpers and screams, muttering his name like it was the only thing he could say.

(M/n) gripped his hips and lost himself in the tight and hot pleasure of his boyfriend's insides, leaning down and biting on his shoulder, leaving hickeys along his upper back as he kept fucking his brains out.

Corpse's mouth was wide open, drool dripping out the corners, his tongue slightly poking out and tears falling down his red cheeks. His mind was wrecked, he was incapable of thinking about other thing that wasn't (M/n)'s cock.

"AahH!! FuuUcck~ I... I'm g-go-gonna... cuuuum-FUCK!! (M/n)~!!" He screamed his name as he came on his chest, feeling his boyfriend riding his high, making him cum longer.

(M/n) growled when he felt Corpse clench around him, his thrusting becoming sloppy and with a last thrust, he came deep inside his cute boyfriend.

They panted as their caught their breathing. (M/n) pulled out slowly, observing how his cum was dripping out of his babe, and he almost had another erection, if it wasn't because of Corpse's painful whine.

He hurried to help him, and he sat on the chair, placing Corpse on his lap and caressing his back as he played with his curly locks, "Did I hurt you, baby?" He asked in a worried tone that made the black haired male chuckle.

"Not really... but I feel really embarrassed..." he his his face on (M/n)'s chest and squirming on top of him, whining as he felt how the warm semen inside of him started to come out even more. "Can you take a bath with me?"

"Of course," (M/n) smiled and kissed his forehead, holding him up and carrying him to the bathroom.

#corpse husband #corpse #one shot #fanfiction #smut #seme male reader #yaoi #male reader #corpse husband x reader

[august-anon]

Habit

y’all voted witcher, so here is some witcher! i feel like this has been in my backlog for months idk when i even wrote the first draft anymore lol

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Fandom: Witcher

Ship(s): Geraskier

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Jaskier/Ler!Geralt, brief Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier

Word Count: 1654 words

Summary: Jaskier has a little habit of tickling Geralt whenever the urge strikes. Geralt seems to have finally hit his breaking point, ready for revenge.

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Jaskier wasn’t sure when the habit started, but he did know that it was fun enough to make him not want to stop. Sure, Geralt always acted a little put-out afterwards, but he never told Jaskier to stop (and Jaskier would. The second he said the word, Jaskier would be done), so Jaskier figured he didn’t really mind.

Geralt was just so cute when he laughed. He really didn’t do it often enough (though even without Jaskier’s little habit, the frequency had increased exponentially since they started dating). Geralt’s eyes would crinkle up so much he’d struggle to keep them open, he would smile so wide, he had dimples! It really was no wonder that Jaskier had started up with his little ritual.

Tickling Geralt was just too fun.

It would be even better if Geralt would get revenge, Jaskier craved that almost as much as he craved being with the man himself, but it simply wasn’t meant to be. Not only did Geralt never even try to tickle Jaskier back, but Jaskier simply… wasn’t ticklish.

People had tried, sure. A squeeze to the side here, a tweak to his knee there, but Jaskier hardly felt a thing. Jaskier’s nerves didn’t light up like Geralt’s seemed to when he vibrated his fingers into his ribs, or blew a raspberry on his hips, or nibbled at his ears. Jaskier was cut from different cloth, he supposed, as disappointing as it was.

But despite all that, at least he got to tickle Geralt. Which was just what he happened to be doing right at that moment.

He launched over the back of the couch without warning, though Geralt must’ve heard him coming because he didn’t jump or flinch. Jaskier didn’t waste a moment before leaning in to press a chaste (though by no means short) kiss to Geralt’s lips, climbing into Geralt’s lap as he did so. Geralt hummed against his lip and pulled him closer by his waist. Jaskier teasingly hummed back and attacked, pulling away from the kiss to give Geralt a chance to breathe through his laughter.

His fingers dug into the muscles of Geralt’s sides, which were not very well protected by his muscle shirt. How foolish of him, not changing out of his pajamas when he knew Jaskier could strike at any moment. He grinned as Geralt yelped, toppling into quiet laughter and squirming underneath Jaskier.

“You beautiful man,” Jaskier murmured, leaning in to mouth at his neck. “Your laugh is the most melodious sound in all the world.”

And then Geralt did something that he’d never done before. He grabbed Jaskier and flipped them, pushing him down with his back to the cushions, and crawled on top of him. Jaskier gasped and his fingers stilled in shock. He felt something start fizzing in his chest.

“Save it for your songs,” Geralt growled, a smirk on his face. “What’s with this little game of yours?”

Jaskier gulped. “What do you mean?”

Geralt flicked some hair out of his face with a jerk of his head, leaning in closer. “All the tickling. I don’t really mind, but you do it a bit too often to try and be playing the cute and oblivious angle, right now, don’t you think?”

Jaskier fiddled with the hem of Geralt’s loose shirt, not looking him in the eyes. “Um, I just really like it when you laugh?”

“Was that a question or an answer?”

Jaskier bit his lip. “Both?”

Geralt sighed and backed off, sitting next to his prone form on the couch instead of looming over him. Jaskier stayed lying down, flinging an arm over his eyes.

“Jaskier, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

Jaskier snorted. “All sorts of things, my dear Geralt.”

Jaskier could practically feel the eyeroll from where he was laying.

“What’s going through your head when you do that?”

He’s your boyfriend, Jaskier, a small voice in his head said. You love each other. He won’t think you’re a freak.

“How beautiful you are. How much I love your laugh. How I wish I could feel like that, that you would return the favor.”

Jaskier felt the couch shift under them. “You… want me to tickle you?”

Jaskier nodded, feeling his face heat up under his arm.

Jaskier barely held back a surprised flinch when he felt a calloused hand slowly slide up his side, underneath his shirt.

“Why do you say that so sadly?”

Jaskier shrugged. “I’m not really ticklish.”

Geralt furrowed his brow. “Everyone is ticklish.”

Jaskier shrugged again.

“Let’s test it.”

Jaskier frowned. “Test it?”

“Maybe people did it wrong.”

“How do you tickle someone wrong, Geralt?”

“I don’t know! Maybe the way they did it just didn’t work for you.”

“Geralt, it’s fine I’m--”

Geralt squeezed his side, cutting Jaskier off. But he didn’t flinch, didn’t laugh, he didn’t even smile. Jaskier simply raised an eyebrow. Geralt scowled.

“Hm.”

“Geralt, I told you, I--Ah!!”

Jaskier yelped and jerked slightly as Geralt’s blunt nails gently skimmed against his bottom rib. Geralt’s face lit up with devious glee, and the fizzing, fluttering feeling in Jaskier’s chest returned. He held his breath when he felt Geralt’s fingers touch down again.

“You were saying, dear heart?”

“H-hey, that’s my--ah! That’s my pet name!” Jaskier said through gritted teeth, his voice strained as he tried not to squeak or squeal.

“You can’t claim a pet name, Jaskier.” Geralt said, rolling his eyes and stopping his fingers.

“Yes you can!”

“You can’t.”

The predatory look on Geralt’s face made his heart stop, but… in a fun way. After all, Jaskier did just say he wanted this. That fact did nothing to stop the blush from flooding his face. Geralt grinned.

“Adorable,” he said

And he didn’t give Jaskier even a moment to reply to that, his hands latching onto either side of Jaskier’s ribcage and repeating that same scratching motion. Except this time, Geralt didn’t let up. He kept going, even as Jaskier’s hands scrabbled to try and push him off. Jaskier pressed his lips tightly together to hold in his laughter, scrunching up his face with the effort.

“Come on, darling,” Geralt cooed, a mimicry of Jaskier’s own teasing voice. “Just let go and laugh, you’ll feel better if you do.”

And Jaskier knew those words. He murmured them in Geralt’s ears, devious grin on his own face, when he’d first tried tickling Geralt. He’d repeated them many times since, thanks to Geralt being stubborn enough to try and hold in his laughter each time. Oh, to have those words turned against him now… Jaskier, for all his writing skills and love of metaphors, couldn’t even find a way to describe how flustered that made him feel.

Jaskier decided that a better use of his hands was hiding his face, so he gathered all his strength to pull his hands away from fighting off Geralt and lift them to shield his red face from view. Geralt chuckled above him and dragged his hands down from the middle of Jaskier’s ribcage to his sides, right above his hips. Jaskier jerked forward and choked on a silent squeal.

“You shouldn’t hide such a pretty face,” Geralt said, and Jaskier felt the urge to kick him as he felt his face heating up even more.

Jaskier finally broke and cried out when Geralt scribbled those maddeningly-gentle fingers along his hips and pantline. Geralt chuckled above him, adding a little more pressure and finally making Jaskier break out into giggles.

“Damn,” Geralt said. “I can see why you do this so often, now.”

“Shut up!” Jaskier squealed, twisting his hips and trying to throw Geralt’s hands off.

“Why are you struggling so much? I thought this is what you wanted!”

“It is!”

Geralt just laughed again, vibrating his fingers into Jaskier’s hips and repeating the tactic all the way down the muscles between his hips and thighs. Jaskier’s laughter got louder and shriller the further down he went, the sensations becoming more and more unbearable, and Jaskier knew he was in trouble.

“Wait!” He cried. “Wait, no!”

Geralt slowed down, gently wiggling his fingers at just the tops of Jaskier’s thighs. “Do you really mean that?”

Did Jaskier mean that? No, absolutely not. It was torture, but in the best way. Did Jaskier want to admit that? No.

“Jaskier,” Geralt said warningly, his fingers slowing even more.

“No!” Jaskier broke, far faster than he intended.

“Good,” Geralt said.

And apparently Geralt wasn’t going to let him process anything today because, just like before, Geralt dove in before Jaskier could even consider what just happened. Jaskier practically screamed as Geralt vibrated his fingers into his inner thighs. He could no longer struggle, and instead he just went limp, his hands falling away from his face as his frantic cackling went silent.

“Oh, looks like you’ve got a place that holds up to my armpits.”

Jaskier couldn’t respond, though he did gather up the strength to slap at Geralt’s hands. As much fun as he was having, Jaskier felt like he was reaching a breaking point, despite just telling Geralt to continue.

Geralt slowed his fingers down and slid his hands up until he was simply gripping Jaskier’s hips.

“You okay?”

Jaskier let out an incredulous giggle. “Yeah--Yeah, I’m good, love.”

“Have fun?”

Jaskier nodded, reaching up to pull Geralt down until he was lying on top of him.

“You are now legally obligated to cuddle me,” Jaskier said, still catching his breath. “Your new job position is weighted blanket.”

“Oh, so I’ve been promoted from boyfriend, then?”

Jaskier hummed.

“How’s take out and a movie sound?”

“Then a nap after lunch?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Sure.”

And then Geralt was grabbing his phone so they could order in, and Jaskier was relaxing even further into the couch. There was no way he was lasting until after lunch for his nap.

#tickle fic #My writing #the witcher tickling #lee!jaskier #ler!geralt #ticklish!jaskier #the witcher #jaskier | dandelion #geralt of rivia #geraskier

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imposter.

🌸🎮 chigasaki itaru

summary: rule #1 — never take off your helmet

dedication: shy anon 🧡 :)

warnings: angst, betrayal, death(s), gore, heartbreak, lying

author’s note: this is set in an among us universe :D please be mindful of the concept of the game as you progress forward in the writing! this is an overdue halloween–piece that will bring the chills even in november! (this is the first time i’ve written in first person... :O) ♡ to shy, i hope you especially like this!

word count: 2,550

music: hit and run – lolo, as the world caves in – matt maltese

YOUR LOG. STARDATE:

October 31, 20XX ☆ 05:24

There is only one rule on the spaceship everyone follows: NEVER TAKE OFF YOUR HELMET.

Ever since the report of an alien specimen being on board, the entire crew has made it mandatory that we remain in uniform. I’ve slowly forgotten the faces of my crewmates, all I can see is the color of their astronaut suits. Every day is the same: waking up to do tasks, all whilst hoping not to die.

Luckily, we haven’t had to call an emergency meeting in months. Or, so I believe. Time passes differently in the middle of the solar system. How long has it been since I’ve talked to someone outside of maintaining the ship? Days, weeks, months, years? The threat of an invader walking among us has taken over our ship for the worst.

I have to do my tasks now.

YOUR LOG. STARDATE:

November 1, 20XX ☆ 06:30

Today, a new crew member joined us! From what the captain told us, he goes by the name Taruchi. He wears an orange uniform and doesn’t seem to talk much, only really spends time on his government-assigned phone.

I’ve introduced myself to Taruchi at the mandatory staff meeting, but he didn’t seem to be too interested. He just nodded and went back to tapping away on his screen, playing something that looked like shooting asteroids.

To be honest, no one knows exactly why it took this long to replace White, who was tragically murdered by the Imposter not too long ago. I assume it’s because no one wants to work on a spaceship where the alien is still on board. Taruchi’s got guts, that’s for sure. Or, maybe…

Is it just me… or is Taruchi sus?

YOUR LOG. STARDATE:

November 2, 20XX ☆ 15:43

Red died.

Right before the lights had to be fixed in Electrical, I noticed an orange suit out of the corner of my eye. Taruchi leaned against the wall in the Storage corridor, right beneath the blinking security camera. He was on his phone again, almost pulling it out of his pocket before stopping, looking up to meet my gaze.

I swear my heart stop. Even with both of our helmets on, I could feel the piercing stare of this unknown crew member. Taruchi straightened his posture, and I could feel how tall he truly was. He tilted his head, presumably looking me up and down before tapping a button on his phone. The last thing I felt was the unfamiliar buzz of notification against my belt strap before it went all dark for a few minutes.

Red’s body was reported by Purple in Electrical, a location Taruchi and I were just around the corner of. By the time everyone entered the Cafeteria to vote, Purple’s finger was pointed directly at me. It was the first time I’ve been accused of being the Imposter. Purple, a friend who I had known ever since we both joined this Skeld map together, thought I had murdered Red in cold blood.

Taruchi spoke up for the first time since he arrived. His voice was smooth with a tone of calmness that fit his casual stance around the ship. Taruchi jumped so easily into the conversation, I couldn’t help but stare in awe while he sat beside me.

“They were with me in Storage, they’re safe.” Taruchi vouched for me, turning the conversation to a dead end. We all ended up agreeing to skip the vote, even if it was against Purple’s will at the end. When we rushed to finish our tasks for the day, all I remember was Purple staring at me for a moment too long before heading in the direction of the Upper Engine.

It was just Taruchi and me in the Cafeteria with the emergency button going through its cooldown again. I nearly couldn’t believe it, I was suspected. I would have to be careful of where I was next time.

Taruchi turned towards me as if wanting to say something, before sighing and shaking his head. He moved to stand up and stopped by the entrance to Medbay, turning around while knocking his knuckles onto the wall once as if he already didn’t have my undivided attention.

 “Be careful, okay? There’s an Imposter among us.” I swore I could see him wink before he disappeared. Taruchi’s words didn’t leave me for the rest of the day because I had realized something.

We haven’t had a death in so long, until Taruchi arrived.

YOUR LOG. STARDATE:

November 5, 20XX ☆ 17:12

One crewmate had died today: Purple.

It was a hit and run in the Lower Engine. At the second body reporting of the day, Cyan claimed they were on cams duty in Security, but they didn’t see a thing. Purple was found in the Lower Engine in the lowest corridor to the left, making it an easy kill for the Imposter. Once I had found out the news, I was the immediate suspect.

If it wasn’t for Taruchi again, I would’ve been kicked out into space. I would’ve been the third death, but Taruchi had once again saved me.

 Prior to Purple’s death, I was in the Reactor trying to start it. Taruchi walked into the room, nearly making me yell out of shock from how quiet he was. Taruchi raised his hands as if trying to prove he was innocent, helping me up from the ground with a small laugh.

 “Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, you’re okay.” Taruchi reassured me, making sure I could stand on my own two (2) feet before letting me go. For some reason, even if every sign pointed to him being the Imposter, I believed him. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, nodding as I managed to thank him. Taruchi just waved his and, signaling for me to not worry about it as he caught sight of the keypad in front of me.

“Oh? You got the ‘Start Reactor’ task, hm?” Taruchi said, moving in closer to see my progress. I hadn’t even started yet, and that became embarrassingly obvious once Taruchi let out another laugh.

“You haven’t started? How long have you worked here?” Taruchi joked, knocking his fist into my helmet lightly as if to tease me. I swatted back, trying not to show I was flustered beneath my mask. Though, sometimes it felt like Taruchi could see right through me despite only being here for four (4) days or so.

“I’ve always been awful at patterns.” I admitted quietly, looking away as Taruchi tried to hold in his laughter this time around. It took a moment for him to compose himself before Taruchi exaggerated a sigh, taking my position and pressing in the pattern quickly without even hesitating.

Right as it reached the fifth stage, Taruchi looked over his shoulder to hold his hand out. “You have to clean up the Halloween decorations around the ship with me or else I’ll leave you to this task alone.” Taruchi compromised, waiting for me to accept this dal as the timer began counting down.

 “Taruchi, you’re kidding.” You paused, waiting for him to say he was joking but that moment never came. Cleaning around the Skeld was the worst job possible, even if it got me out of a day of tasks. Before the last second disappeared, I took his hand with a loud “Fine!” and his other hand entered the code without even looking at the same time. Gamer hands were impressive, to say the least.

“Good little astronaut.” Taruchi patted my helmet as I watched the taskbar go up on my phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow in the Cafeteria at 0800, then, little one.”  

Before I could respond to the new nickname, both Taruchi and I’s phone screens lit up with the notification of Brown reporting Purple’s corpse.

Taruchi’s fingers tensed around his device as he looked at me solemnly. “I’ll defend you in Cafeteria, don’t worry about it.” Taruchi promised, leaving first as I regained my senses and followed after him.

Taruchi lived up to his word, even when Yellow brought up how Purple was dead after accusing me a few days ago.

“Purple’s dead after they targeted you? Seems sus to me.” Yellow scoffed, kicking their feet up onto the table and crossing their arms. Murmurs spread around the cafeteria table, my own crew mates beginning to further doubt my allegiance.

“They just did a task in Reactor. Can’t you see it in the taskbar?” Taruchi retorted back, holding up his own screen as evidence. The rest of the crew checked to confirm, and voiced their agreement.

“How did you know that, Orange?” Blue questioned out of nowhere, leaning forward to stare at Taruchi and me. I didn’t know what to say, should I admit I was with Taruchi or would that make both of us seem suspicious?

“Stalked them from the vents, of course.”

It went so silent I could hear the beeping from navigation. Everyone was looking at Taruchi at this point. The vent from Lower Engine did lead to Reactor… but, that made no sense. Taruchi had walked into the entrance, he didn’t vent up.

“Haha, just kidding.” Taruchi said after a moment too long, leading to everyone relaxing after an uncomfortable but relieved sigh. I didn’t know why I didn’t defend Taruchi immediately, except... I did. I just didn’t want to say it out loud. Even I wasn’t sure if Taruchi was another Impostor or not.

Two (2) imposters on one (1) ship… I shuddered at the thought.

Once again, we ended up skipping. I think the crew was afraid of what would happen if we lost another innocent. Everyone else left to mourn yet another death as Taurchi and I stayed behind again.

Taruchi couldn’t be Imposter. Not when I felt this safe with him. Taruchi was the one to stand up first again after he noticed I wasn’t saying anything. This time, he leaned over me instead.

“Your helmet isn’t put on right, it’s not adjusted correctly.” Taruchi reminded me, fixing it so we both could hear the latches hook onto the helmet. I wondered what his hands would feel like without those orange gloves, but, I nodded instead.

“Remember tomorrow, here, 8, got it?” When I nodded again, he laughed. It was a sound that made me feel relaxed even when the rest of the crew was on high alert.

“It’s a date, then.” Taruchi added on before strolling out towards his dorms, I assume. I just waved goodbye before freezing. Huh? What did that mean? Was it actually a date?

Even when my crew mates were facing the threat of death, I couldn’t help but get excited over seeing Taruchi tomorrow morning.

YOUR LOG. STARDATE:

November 6, 20XX ☆ 12:07

Taruchi took off his helmet today.

He said to stop calling him that alias, his real name is Chigasaki Itaru. Itaru… I like that more than Taruchi.

His eyes are the same color as Pink’s uniform, with blonde hair that fell over his forehead after wearing his helmet all day. When Itaru saw me stare, he smiled and it only made my heart beat faster.

“Uh oh. Does someone have to go to MedBay to check their vitals?” Itaru joked, nudging me with his helmet. Itaru had broken rule #1 of the spaceship, he had taken off his helmet… for me.

“See? I told you I wasn’t Imposter. I could tell you were thinking that, but, I promise, I’m on your side.” Itaru didn’t ask me to take off my helmet. He just put his back on and we continued taking down the Halloween decorations.

Taruchi—no, Itaru, wasn’t an Imposter. I knew that for a fact.

YOUR LOG. STARDATE:

November 15, 20XX ☆ 02:52

I really like Itaru. I want to play this game with him forever, but, I can’t.

YOUR LOG. STARDATE:

November 24, 20XX ☆ 23:11

Itaru and I were watching the stars as we patrolled Navigation for the night. As we slowly made our way through time and space itself, I could hear Itaru turn on automatic cruise control. I looked towards him as he yawned despite being the biggest night owl on the ship.

When Itaru took off his helmet and shook his head, fixing his hair in the process, he leaned back in his pilot seat with a lazy smile.

“Me, you, and the stars. What could be better than this?” Itaru sighed, as if at peace after leaving the tense atmosphere of the ship. Now that it was night, the suspicion was asleep as everyone took their appropriate night shifts.

Underneath the starlight, I couldn’t help but admire him yet again. Itaru was beautiful and I found myself subconsciously smiling at him like a fool. Itaru glanced at the sky before meeting my sight, seemingly lost in a daze for a second before swearing, taking his feet off the control panel.

“I can’t see you, but goddamn it, I want to kiss you so bad.” Itaeu put his head in his hands, his words muffled but clear enough to make my heart skip a beat. Before I could stop myself, I revealed what I’ve always wanted to say ever since I met Itaru.

“I trust you, Itaru. Kiss me.”

Itaru slowly lifted his head, silently asking if you were serious. I leaned in closer, pushing my chair towards him as if giving him permission. Itaru was in shock and disbelief, before breaking out into a wide smile as if this was the highlight of his night.

When he leaned in as well, his hands ghosted over the latches of my helmet warily, meeting my eyes again to confirm. I nodded, and right before Itaru took it off, he whispered his last confession.

“I love you.”

Black alien tentacles pushed past the opening in my helmet and wrapped around Itaru’s throat without any warning. The helmet clattered to the floor noisily as tens of intergalactic limbs spread out and searched for their next victim. It had been so long since I last killed that my extraterrestrial tentacles were deathly hungry, and Itaru was next.

Itaru was lifted into the air, his feet dangling as he desperately tried to grab the tentacles off him. I couldn’t help but smile even as I watched the light fade away from his eyes. My parasitic tentacles squeezed tighter and tighter around every square surface of his body. It wouldn’t be long before he exploded all over the entire Navigation room.

“Rule #1: Never take off your helmet, Itaru.”

I dropped his lifeless body onto the floor without a care in the world. Orange’s suit was stained with blood with what was left of him. I put my helmet back on, wiping the evidence away like I’ve done many times before.

I made sure to set off O2 malfunction on my phone before I hopped into the vent, quickly coming out of Shields before running with the rest of the group. When I managed to report Orange’s body, I watched his corpse float millions of light years away in the distance.

Itaru was not the Imposter.

I am, and I’m going to win, no matter who died.

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FINAL part of chapter 5!!!

WElcome to my liveblog it is time to SCREAM

Spoilers for episodes 68-75! Warning: Some caps and swearing. Also, it’s very long since I’m not dividing it up into different posts this time.

Alright, just started episode 68, why is it playing the sad music. Oh Vil’s hurt.

Epel wants to be the center!!! :D

Okay but Vil’s saying he’s gonna be okay and htere’s no need to worry. BRO just let Epel do stuff. OH WAIT This is his chance to stand on the stage until the very end! VILLLLLLLLLLLL 

Why are the other people seriously acting like everything’s normal. I know they didn’t know about the whole overblot fight but still, did NO ONE realize that they physically could not get into the stadium???

ALRIGHT IT’S SHOWTIME

LOOK AT THEM GO!!! WIAT THE SONG’S STIll ehiaTELTy

JAMIL JMAIL JAMIL JAMIL JAMIL JAMIL AJMILA JAMIL JAMIL JAMIL AJMILA JAJF KAKM<AIFLHGiteT(hy HE’S DACNIGN HEOSI DANCING I LOVE HIM OMG THE CHIBI DANCING IS SO CUTE 

FULL SONG REVEAL BOYS YEAAAAAAAAA OH THIS SHIT’S FIRE

THE AUDIENCE MEMBERS ARE A MOOD

OH shit Vil just collapsed. But we did it!!

Onto episod 70! Oh the rest of the Heartslabyul boys are here

and THEM.

OMG what would chapter 5 turn out like if Floyd was in the mood for dancing when the auditions were happening and he got on the team? hglksglksd HE’S GOING TO TRY OUT NEXT YEAR?!?!

GSHSSGhsGHSK FLoyd this is why you were my favorite character at first sight

Alright, Savanaclaw boys are here now. Does it mean something that they appeared after Octavinelle rather than going in chapter order?

Ohhhh, it’s cause he knows what’s up

Sebek sounds a bit too quiet? Anyway, time for YA HOOOOOOOOOOOO

Something about this grin really disturbs me.

Oh no yahoo. Right to the voting on who wins.

Voting done. WHy is this forboding music playing. alright who wins?? 

1st and 2nd place 1 vote apart????? THE WINNER IS... EPISODE CHANGE AND DRUM ROLL.... ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY 

EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUKC BRO RHFHHRT Excuse me???? STOP SHOWING THESE SWAVRES I DON’T CARE THEIS DON’T JSUT PLAY YAHOO OVE HTE BOYS CRYING I HATE THIS NEIGE YOU MADE KALIM AND EPEL CYR 

VIL’S CRYING 

WAIT WOOK. ROOKL. WAHT THE FUKC ROOK HE VOTED FOR ROYAL SWROD ACADMEY? BRO? EXCUSE ME

GEEZ ACE THAT IS SOME YELLING BUT I FEEL EXACTLY THE SAME WAY

ALRIGHT FRENCH BOY SQUARE UP IT’S TIME TO BEAT YOU UP IN A WALMART PARKING LOT LET’S GO

OKAy yeah maybe Vil doesn’t believe inh imself

did you have to make the team lose like this though to make vil beautiful

ah shit vil’s crying aGIN FUCK OFF NEIGE

OKAY I TAKE THAT BACK NEIGE YOU CAN STAY YOU ARE A SWEET BOY PLEASE BECOME FRIEND WITH VIL

FELLAS,

huh? EH? 

EVEN ROOK’S SURPRISED HE FOUND OUT. HOLY SHIT WHAT ROOK’S A NEIGE STAN??? NEIGE IS SURPRISED R-SAN IS A BOY SDHFLKDGKLSDGK

THE PHOTO ALBUM??!?!?!!?!? HOLY SHIT WE ALL ASUSMED IT WAS HIS STALKING VICTIMS BUT IT WAS ALL PICTURES OF NEIGE??!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING I THOUGHT AZUL WAS THE MOST RELATABLE TO STANS FOR SIMPING OVER JAMIL BUT ROOK IS STRAIGHT UP DOING THE EQUIVALENT OF LOADING THOUSANDS OF PHOTOS OF A CHARACTER INTO YOUR PHONE TO TRY AND PULL THEM IN A GACHA

HDSFGDLHKG KALIM’S JUST CONGRATULATING ROOK

god this poor man’s privacy and life are crumbling to pieces around him

“finally, I have the upper hand over this creepy hat man”

Is he boutta do his own take on Azul’s outburst after Leona dusted his contracts?

He’s crying...

NEIGE FANCLUB “Eternal Snow’ NUMBER 0000002 ROOK HUNT?!?!??!??! HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE IS A STAN

the disappointment on his face glkglshgls

F E L L A S ,

Oh Neige wants to sing together! AWwww friendship!!! :D

Oh. Welp. Seems the audience might be thinking of another kind of ‘ship. HAFDLHKFDHALK THE AUDIENCE IS CHEERING 

OH MY GOD THEY’RE ACTUALLY SINGING YA HOO

ACE’S FACE SHGLHKSGLKSDGLK DEUCE IS SO HAPPY THOUGH HSDGKSGHKDG THEY’RE SO CUTE

JAMIL SOUDNS SO DEFEATED HE’S SINGING SO SOFTLY BUT KALIM IS SO ENTHUSIATIC OH MY GOD I LOVE HTEM SO MUCH

LOOK AT THEM I LOVE THEM!!!!!

ROOK HAHAHAHAAHA

VIL’S SMILING NOW! YES! BE HAPPY! BE FRIENDS! Wait hold what what if the Pomefiore involvement/character developement in chapter 6 involves Neige too?? Please I really want to see Neige and Vil become friends

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THERE IT IS!

OH shit Vil yelling lmao

Oh crowley’s here. 

IS THIS THE HEADMASTER OF ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY???? HWY DOES HIS HAT LOOK LIKE A SLEEPING CAP HDGKHLKSDghldlgdKLGKHL WHY IS THAT THE FIRST THING I THINK OF NOOOO I CAN’T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY NOW

Ambrose the 63rd? Welp, that’s a name to research for later.

oh this guy’s a bit of an asshole isn’t he

Oh, this guy sensed the magic of the overblot fight/Malleus. Crowley is pretty good at deflecting suspicion.

*detective thinking pose*

OMG YEAH GRIM Honestly I keep getting Ya Hoo stuck in my head too and I hate it so much.

Oh? Time for another meeting with Mickey! Wassup you weird little mouse.

We’re taking a picture of him!

Awwww he did a little pose for us! :D

It seems like the barrier/distance between us and Mickey weakens with each meeting. The time they can meet is increasing too.

This is something like “maybe sometime we will be able to watch a movie together”. Can’t wait to see people’s takes and theories on all this new information and concerning lines of dialogue.

Are we running somewhere? Oh, Grim’s missing?!?! OH SHIT WHAT JSUT HAPPENED 

A VISION OF A CARRIAGE AND OVERBLOT GRIM!!!!

WE’RE BACK TO TALKING WITH MICKEY???? HWat Okay we know Grim isn’t here but do we still know he not anywhere in the house? Is something funky going on with time? YEAH MICKEY JUST ADVISED US TO GO SEARCH FOR GRIM HE WOULDN’T HAVE SAID THAT IF WE JUST RETURNED FROM SERACHING

IS THE TIME LOOP THEORY CORRECT? WHAT IS GOING ON? WE JUST RAN BACK TO THE STAGE.

GRIM OH WHAT THE FUCK THAT VOICE THOSE SOUDN 

WHAT HTE FUCK WHAT THE FUKC I FEEL LIKE THIS JSUT RUTNED INTO A HOORROR GAME WHAT THE FUCVK THWAT THE FUCFK THAT CRUNCKING SOUND HWAT HTE DEEP SVOice HGelihtgliehteiothi hIHTW WAHT THE FUCK I AM SCARREdD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAA HE”S ATTAKCING US?!?! DID WE JUST BALCK OUT?

IT JUST TRANSITIONED TO IDIA’S ROOM

His presentation went well BUT WHAT ABOUT GRIM?? DON”T JUST LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER

Idia got an internship invite? Multiple invites? From “that Olympus company”? Idia wants Ortho to put them all in the trash...

IT JUST ENDS THERE!!!!

Welp. So, no more Scarabia stuff. :( I was really hoping for that. Nah, we get Rook stuff then we die and then Idia is depressed. Alright whatever it’s time to wait a bit and organize my thoughts before writing a whole reflection on this part, see ya. Hope you had fun reading this!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #update screaming

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EyeEm pays a 50% royalty rate for sold images, and you retain all the copyrights to the photo.

#2. Foap

The Foap app offers clear guidelines on acceptance criteria for photos. You can also connect with other Foap photographers and get constructive feedback on your photos.

Foap offers 50% profit sharing on sold images. Payments are sent via PayPal.

Foap’s marketing is not as strong as some other big name stock image companies and apps. This has resulted in some users complaining about a lot of work for minimal pay. However, if you’re a new photographer looking to develop your skills and gain exposure, Foap can be a solid option.

#3. Snapwire

Snapwire has a fairly generous payout structure: you keep up to 100% on client requests and challenges, and you earn 50% on downloads from subscribers.

This app is much more based on client requests than others. Requesters can award points to photos that exemplify the look they’re going for. At the end of the contest, requesting companies buy the photos they want from the winner(s).

Photographers can “level up” with successful images and projects, gaining advantages with each level that helps them gain more exposure and sell more photos.

#4. AGORA Images

Based in Spain, the AGORA app is more like a social media platform than a stock photo website. They offer cash prizes for their weekly photo challenges, with winners determined by app users’ votes.

Payouts range from $1,000 to $25,000, along with the chance to be published in some of the leading newspapers and magazines around the world. Because they focus on a worldwide audience, competition is diverse but also steep.

AGORA is a great way to gain exposure. That said, while you may get lucky and win one of the contests, other apps may be a better fit if money is your primary goal.

Stock Photography Websites

When you see breathtaking landscapes and portraits with personality on stock photo websites, you may think they’re all shot by expert photographers with years of experience. But that’s not necessarily true. Many of these stock photography websites accept and sell images from shutterbugs of all types and experience levels.

#5. Adobe Stock

Formerly called Fotolia, Adobe Stock is woven into the Adobe suite of products. You can upload your photos directly from Lightroom or Bridge. If you’re new to tagging your photos, Adobe Stock’s AI will prompt you with relevant tags. Adobe stock pays 33% royalties to contributors via PayPal or Skrill.

#6. Shutterstock

Shutterstock is one of the most popular stock photo sites on the web. It offers a mobile app to help track sales, submit photos and get notifications of what customers want. Their payout structure is tiered, so the more lifetime earnings you have the greater the percentage of royalties you keep. Earnings top out at 30%.

#7. IStock By Getty Images

A great option for the experienced photographer, iStock by Getty Images requires you to get accepted to be a contributor. This is one of the most well-known stock photo websites, and while royalties start at only 15% (more for exclusive contributors), the high traffic makes it an option that’s well worth your time.

#8. 500XPrime

500X Prime offers high royalties for contributing photographers — 30% for non-exclusive and 60% with exclusive content. Each photo is reviewed prior to licensing for technical quality, originality, aesthetic value, and other requirements.Plus, their proprietary “Pulse” algorithm is designed to surface the submissions of new photographers so they can gain feedback and increase their exposure.

#9. Twenty20

Twenty20 is a part of the Envato ecosystem, which is an array of marketplaces for creative producers that offers everything from website templates to visual assets for use in video games.

If your photo gallery makes the Curated Collections, you’ll gain increased exposure on Twenty20’s website. Check out the Sold Feed to see what photos are selling in real time to help guide you on what to shoot.

Twenty20’s Subscriber Share is a more complicated payout structure than most, but it rewards photographers who have devoted, niche followings.

#10. DepositPhotos

Like Getty Images, DepositPhotos requires photographers to pass a short test and submit sample photos before they start uploading. Their compensation structure is generous: contributors earn 34% to 42% royalties from on-demand photos and $0.30 to $0.35 from subscription files. You can also level up your pay grade based on your overall amount of downloads. The more downloads your photos get, the greater your royalties on all your photos.

#11. Dreamstime

Dreamstime has been selling photographers’ stock photos since 2000. With a worldwide audience, the site supports multiple currencies and languages. It doesn’t require prior approval or testing to upload, but it does vet images to meet standards of commercial and creative appeal. Payouts range from 25% royalties for newbies to 60% for exclusive contributors.

Photos On Merchandise

You can create additional value by turning your photos into items for sale — especially if you have graphic design skills to create fresh, new images. From t-shirts to coffee mugs to wall hangings, there are online markets for all sorts of widgets to sell with your decorative photos.

#12. Etsy

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#14. MiPic

If you want to go a step beyond t-shirts, MiPic can turn your photos into leggings, swimsuits, towels and more. Open your own customized print store and earn up to 20% commission on the sale of your items. There are no setup fees, and MiPic takes care of all of the manufacturing, sales and distribution aspects of the business.

#15. Society6

Society6 is more than just an online marketplace for selling items with your photos on them; it’s also a community of artists to engage with and inspire you. The website is very artist-focused, which is why they offer 10% commission on referred sales in addition to the 10% you make on your own items.

#16. Redbubble

Redbubble gives you a lot more leeway on setting your own prices than other photo sites. Rather than the website setting the price, then paying you a commission, Redbubble sets the base price, then you choose the markup on your items for sale. They offer a wide range of products to display your images, from scarves to coasters to journals.

#17. Instaprints

Instaprints has several unique marketing tools to increase your sales and exposure. You can sell on Facebook, through retail stores, and even license your art for the walls of TV show sets! The Instaprints mobile app lets customers see how your image will look on their wall before they buy.

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[littledrummeraussie]

i wanna feel you in my veins.

Word count: 7500+ Author’s note: This would be the best time to come up with a ship name for yourself [Y/S/N]. :) Also: lots of drinking.

playlist / masterlist.

The invitation to the Chainsmokers guys’ party couldn’t have come at a better time. Recording a new album was a really lonely process – between that and appearing on various shows and festivals, it was a nice change to be able to finally go out and have some real fun. Having worked with the guys on their previous single meant that I made it to their ’party contact list’, at least that’s how Alex referred to the group he invited over to Saturday night.

He promised me a good time, and I had every intention to grab the opportunity, dress up, get a little tipsy, sing some songs, and maybe even jump into the pool in my clothes – anything, that would result me having a night off away from the studio and home, and put me into a place where there was finally some life.

I’ve checked my makeup one last time before getting into the cab and spent the drive to Alex’s house answering his and Drew’s messages. I made sure they knew I was on my way, and no, I was not planning on ditching their party. The music playing at the house was noticeable even from the end of the street by the time I’ve arrived. I’ve made my way up to the door after paying my driver, but before I could knock, Drew opened the door for me.

”And there you are!” he grinned at me, and pushed a red plastic cup into my hand without missing a beat.

”It’s nice to see you too,” I laughed, giving him a half-hug, careful not to spill my drink on him. ”Alex?”

”Setting up some fun stuff,” Drew winked at me as he pulled me inside. ”Come on! You’re pretty much the last one to arrive, you know?”

”Had to make an entrance. That way people will remember you.”

Drew snorted, and picked up his own cup, ushering me to the living room where the party was going on full force. I’ve bumped into people I knew every step of the way, making small talk, sharing stories and a laugh, or just giving them a hug before moving on the next person. I was just finishing up saying hi to Alex when suddenly someone called my name from the other end of the room.

”Hey, Y/N!” waved a tall blonde at me, a smile spreading across his face. ”Come here!”

Alex waved me away, promising to catch up with me as I made my way to the couch where the blonde – Luke from 5 Seconds of Summer, – stood up to squeeze me to his side and give me a hug.

”I swear you’ve grown a few more inches since the last time I saw you,” I looked up at him and chuckled as he grunted.

”It’s the boots,” added Calum, winking at me. ”They are magical!”

”Alright, alright, you just laugh,” Luke rolled his eyes, and tossed his drink back.

”I mean, I wish I could pull those off,” I gave him a smile. ”They look really good on you. And Cal is definitely jealous of them too.”

Calum snorted, and pulled me in for a hug. I liked how my friendship with them was so easy and fun. For a few months we’ve worked next to each other in the studio, and it was amazing to hear their finished album after all of those times only listening to the snippets and layers they’ve shared with me.

”It’s always nice seeing you,” said Calum. ”You should come around to these parties more. Right, Ash?”

”Yeah, that would be nice,” agreed Ashton when Calum let go of me. ”Haven’t seen you since we finished the album.”

”Trust me, the studio is definitely more lonely since then,” I smiled at him, for which he grinned back.

It was his turn to embrace me, and I went into his arms willingly. Ashton held me tight for what felt like more than necessary, but I’ve brushed off the feeling – he was probably already on his second or third drink, and maybe even a little bit tipsy. It was possible that he was happy to see just about anyone.

”Alright, out of the way, Irwin,” said Michael, and shoved Ashton away a little. ”It’s my turn to get my hugging on!”

Ashton pulled a face – he tried for annoyed, but the smile was playing at the corner of his mouth, – and let go of me, his hand lingering on my waist a second too long as Michael pulled me closer. After that three of them settled back on the couch, Calum giving up his place for me between Luke and Ashton, and he sat down on the floor in front of us.

”So how’s the album coming together?” asked Michael, leaning over Ashton to hear me over the chatter. ”Do you need us to wreak some havoc for inspiration?”

”God, no,” I shook my head and sipped on my drink. ”There was enough mayhem happening in there this week. I really needed this party just to clear my head.”

”What’s wrong? What happened?” Luke joined in, putting an arm around my shoulder and turned more in my way. By now I was pretty much pushed against Ashton, who didn’t look like he minded it at all.

”My bassist and drummer quit on me. They had some argument with the producers about arrangements and lines and solos. This was going on for a while now, but it really blew up this week, and they just up and left,” I admitted; it felt really good to be honest about my struggles with people who understood what it meant to be a musician. ”And now comes the fun part: I have to find some people who will help me finish up recording the album, and maybe even re-record the previously finished songs, because if we use the tracks the guys did before, we have to credit them and all that stuff. And I just really don’t feel like doing that after the shit they’ve pulled on me.”

”Sounds like those two really pissed you off,” commented Michael. ”And I’m not surprised, to be honest.”

”We will just go on and see what happens,” I’ve shrugged my shoulder, and smiled at him.

”I mean, we could always just replace them for you,” said Calum from the floor, resting his cup on my knee, giving me a smile. ”You’ve got me for bass, Ashton for the drums, Mikey will whip out an awesome guitar solo in no time, and Luke can do some backup vocals for you. Or we can just send him on a coffee run.”

”What is wrong with you all tonight?” asked Luke, rolling his eyes at Cal, who just laughed at him.

”You know he does this on purpose, right?” I patted his knee. ”You make this too easy for him.”

”I’m watching you, Hood,” he pointed at Calum, who just continued laughing at Luke.

”I’m with Calum,” said Ashton suddenly. ”Just say the word and we will be in the studio with you and record all those songs. It was a shitty move from them, and you deserve better than that.”

”See? Ash is right. We are also so much better than them, let’s be honest here,” Calum continued. ”And if for some reason we couldn’t make it there, I’m sure Ashton would just go ahead and record all the instrumentals for you if you’ve asked him.”

”Ashton could be your one-man-band,” snickered Michael, and the others joined in on it.

Ashton smiled, and mumbled something into his cup. I found their promised help and the seriousness behind it really cute, and how they never stopped teasing each other. But before they could continue with their antics, Alex and Drew appeared before us, both of them wearing matching grins.

”It’s time to have some fun, youngsters,” announced Alex.

”We challenge you to a group karaoke game,” said Drew and pointed at us. ”We’ve paired up everyone at the party to play, and since you guys seem to have all the fun together, we just decided to go with it. So, we’re gonna ask the fans on Twitter to tweet us their challenge song for you, and then you split into two teams, and let the battle begin!”

”I’m not even surprised, this is such a you thing,” I shook my head with a smile. ”Alright, what do we do?”

”Could you just lie over their laps while we take a picture of you all to post it?” Alex asked, already pulling out his phone.

”You’ve put way too much thought into this, man,” said Michael, as Calum pulled me off the couch to switch places, and sat back down between Ashton and Luke.

”Could be funnier with Luke lying across our laps?” I’ve tried to ask, but Drew shook his head.

”Nope, you go and just do your thing. And anyway, you’re much prettier than Luke.”

”It’s true!” Luke raised his cup to clink it to mine. ”Cheers! Now come on, get in our laps!”

I was sure Alex was making a whole video of me just sitting down on Cal’s thighs, swinging my legs up so Michael caught them, and just put my head in Luke’s lap. They all held onto me as we got into position, and the guys started to take photos of us.

”Are you ticklish?” asked Michael, reaching for my waist.

”Don’t you dare! Mikey, no!” I’ve bolted up laughing, almost falling off of them.

Suddenly I had two arms around me, and I held on to Ashton’s shoulders, sitting fully in his lap, still laughing, and trying to pull away from Michael’s grabby hands. He let go of me for a second to push Michael back a little, who continued mimicking the tickles.

”My hero,” I beamed at him, and leaned my face against his. I could feel his cheek getting warmer, his smile growing.

”Will you be on my team?” Ashton asked me, and I just nodded. ”Cool! Alright, then the three of you can just do whatever you want, we will win this shit!”

”What are we now? 3 Seconds of Summer?” asked Luke, looking at Calum and Michael. ”3SOS? No, that sounds crap!”

”I would say we are Team Y/S/N,” I turned back to Luke, still sitting in Ashton’s lap. ”And you guys could be…”

”Definitely Team Losers,” snorted Ashton.

”At least we’re alright with that,” said Calum, punching Ashton’s arm, and we all joined in on laughing about their little inside joke.

 * * *

 ”Okay kids, here comes the challenge,” drummed Alex on his thighs, getting everyone’s attention around us. ”The fan votes are in and…”

We were all standing on the makeshift stage with the karaoke machine fired up, Luke, Michael and Calum on one side, and Ashton and me on the other. We were both given microphones, which we had to share within the group – and that was definitely a challenge in itself for the guys in Team 3SOS, as they’ve decided to call themselves. Ashton stood behind me, resting his head on top of mine, arms still around my waist, swaying to the background music as we’ve waited for the fans’ song choice.

It surprised me, how comfortable I was with him being this close and affectionate, but the drinks I have drowned must have played a part in it. We were at a party with booze, music and friends – a little hugging and friendly flirting was normal; at least that’s what I’ve told myself whenever my stomach did a little flip at Ashton’s touches.

”…they have challenged Team Y/S/N and Team 3SOS to sing the ever classic Take On Me by A-ha!” announced Drew, already holding up his phone to film the performance for their followers.

”Do you guys even know this song?” snickered Alex while looking for the track on the machine.

”Do we look like we live under a rock?” shot back Michael, trying to grab the microphone from Calum’s hand. ”Hey, gimmie that!”

”Our chances at winning are getting better,” stated Ashton. ”You can’t even agree upon a fuckin’ mic.”

”Let’s see if that’s true,” said Alex as he finished with getting our song ready. ”Also: you’re the drummer, your whole team is riding on Y/N’s vocals!”

”Really, I just have to look pretty,” shrugged Ash, making me and everyone else laugh. ”We all know who’s the best singer here, and which team will win!”

”Too much talk, not enough singing!” shouted Luke at him. ”You two are going down!”

”Oh, it’s so on, Hemmings!” I slipped out of Ashton’s arms, and nodded at our two hosts with a smile. ”Hit it, boys!”

The next 4 minutes were the most fun I had that week – I forgot about all of my troubles while me and Ashton tried to make it through the song without bursting out laughing at how the other three guys fought over the microphone or how they missed their cues at the verses. We managed to score a few claps and whistles as we sang our parts – or maybe those were for Ash’s dance moves, which he did to distract his bandmates.

As the last notes faded out, everyone who gathered at the party gave us a round of applause, and we all took a bow for the show of it. Alex and Drew were deep in conversation, probably trying to figure out who they will announce as the winner. Calum slipped next to us, throwing an arm around Ashton’s shoulder, and gave us a toothy grin.

”How does it feel, knowing we have crashed you?”

”Dream on Calum, dream on,” I winked at him. ”You clearly weren’t part of the A-team.”

”It’s three against you two, we had more man power,” he continued, patting Ash’s back. ”I mean, come on, we clearly have this win under our belt!”

”Nobody cares what’s under your belt, Cal,” Ashton elbowed him, giving his pal a grimace. ”Definitely not Y/N.”

”How do you know? Maybe she’s into me,” Calum wiggled his eyebrows, and I burst out laughing, holding onto his shirt as he gave me a hug. Something flashed in Ashton’s eyes, but before any of us could say something, the two Chainsmokers guys appeared on stage.

”This was a ridiculously entertaining showdown, that’s for sure,” said Alex, grinning from left to right. ”So now it’s time to announce the winning team, which gets two shots of tequila as a reward. Don’t say we’re not generous.”

Calum left to go back to his other two mates, so Ashton put his arm around my waist. He didn’t look at me; his eyes were trained on his friends, the crowd around us, on his shoes. I was thinking about sneaking an arm around him as well, maybe ask him if he was doing okay, when suddenly Drew pointed at us.

”…TEAM Y/S/N!”

I missed most of their announcement, but it was clear from the way Ashton picked me up and spun me around that we won the impromptu karaoke game. We’ve got another big round of applause as the other guys made their way to us to give their congratulations and hugs, making a few comments here and there that made us all laugh as we’ve left the stage.

Alex was already pulling the next two teams up to continue the game, and we were ushered to a side table by Drew who gave us our shots, documenting every step of us licking salt, drinking tequila, and sucking on the lime he prepared for us. I was sure by the end that there were more pictures of us doing this process than when we were singing on stage, but a quick look at Ashton’s face made me realize that I did not mind it at all. He looked happily back at me, the lime wedge still between his teeth, and I knew I wouldn’t have this night any other way.

 * * *

 For the next hour or two the guests lingered around the stage and sang along to one song after the other, cheering on their favourite teams or friends as they gave their best karaoke performances. The show ended with Alex and Drew challenging each other, and their rendition of Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go was definitely something that was worth waiting for. After the song was over, they’ve switched to their own setup, and started playing some more recent songs, making everyone jump to their feet and start dancing.

The rooms were crowded, people pressed against each other, solo cups and bottles raised as they were singing and dancing. Someone caught me in the crowd, twirling me around, and I happily danced with them until the next person came to take their place. Song after song I found myself dancing with someone else, sometimes with people I knew, sometimes with strangers.

Then Luke appeared in front of me, and he was my partner for the next few songs; the same happened with Alex, then Drew, both of them singing drunkenly in my ear – one better than the other. When he found an appropriate song, Michael shimmied next to me, both of us jumping and laughing, playing air guitar and just being huge dorks. Calum followed Mikey, trusting a cup into my hand, smiling and joining in on the fun, the two of them giving a mini rock concert in the middle of the dance floor.

As others started to join in as well, I found myself drifting away from the group, looking for something else to drink, – I was sure Cal gave me the rest of his beer, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to drink that, – when I stumbled upon someone wearing a familiar checkered shirt. I tapped his shoulder, and Ashton spun around, giving me a surprised look. He looked wide eyed and out of breath, but as soon as he realized it was me, a smile appeared on his face, and I felt myself falling for him a little bit more. I told myself once again that it was only the party and the booze speaking – the air was humid, I was pleasantly drunk, and I’ve been dancing for hours. Whatever I felt or did tonight – they won’t mean anything in the morning.

”Hey stranger,” he put his arm around me, smiling down at me.

”Hey partner,” I smiled back at him, tugging a little on his shirt. ”Long time no see.”

”You looked like you were having fun,” he nodded his head in the direction I came from, where Calum and Michael were still doing their thing.

”Are you? Having fun, I mean,” I asked him, still looking at him.

”I am now,” his gaze moved back to me, then gave me another smile. ”Can I have this next dance?”

”How long have you been waiting to ask this?” I bumped my hips against Ashton’s, for which he just laughed at me.

”Long enough. So?” he quirked an eyebrow at me, returning the hip bump.

”Lead the way, partner.”

Ashton held out his hand for me, and I took it, letting him pull me back to the dancefloor. He never took his eyes off of me as he guided us through the crowd. Then he drew me closer, his arms locked around me, trapping me against his body. He was slightly sweaty and his skin was warm, and as I’ve leaned into him, I could still smell a faint citrusy scent on him. Ashton started humming, softly singing the lyrics to the song that was playing from the stereo. His breath tickled my ear, and I hid my smiles against his neck, letting myself get lost in our little world.

One song followed another, people around us changed, some sitting down, others just joining in on the party – yet we were still pressed against each other, Ashton’s hands firmly on my hips, my arms around his shoulder and neck. Sometimes we were singing, sometimes he was making snarky comments paired with a cheeky grin, and I had to stifle my laugh against his cheek. Luke appeared once next to us, giving us both a cup, said something about staying hydrated, then left with a pat on Ashton’s arm. We’ve spent the next hour wrapped up in each other, bodies moving together, singing at the top of our lungs, until I couldn’t take it anymore, and tiredly leaned against him.

”Feet’s sore,” I giggled as I’ve tried to take off my heels.

”Come on, let’s take a break,” he said, already moving us to a couch in the corner.

He went looking for something to drink, and I held onto our cups until he returned. Ash sat down next to me, his thigh pressed against mine as he poured me my drink. After that he just leaned back against the couch, taking a swig from his cup, his eyes still trained on me. I kicked off my shoes, pulled my legs up under me, then changed my mind, and with another laugh I’ve put them over Ashton’s lap.

”Is this your subtle way of asking me to give you a foot rub?” he asked me, already moving his hands to my feet.

”Ashton. Remember. Ticklish,” I poked his knee with my toe, and he smiled back at me, resting his hands instead on my knees.

”Well, we don’t want you to fall off. It’s harder to catch you this way,” he said, slowly drumming his fingers on my leg. ”So, about the studio…”

”Don’t even mention it,” I shook my head. ”I don’t want to think about it until I really have to go back. I need a few days off to work all of this out. I just really, really need a break from it.”

”But if you really need help… you know we’ve been serious, right?” he asked me, sitting up a little straighter, pulling my feet a little more into his lap. ”I mean, I know Cal would help, but… you can count on me. It would be no trouble at all! I would be more than happy to come by and record the drums for you. Even the bass if he can’t make it. Just say the words, and I’ll be there first thing in the morning.”

”That’s really nice of you, Ash,” I sat up as well, sliding my legs off of him, pulling them back under me. ”And don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the offer more than anything. But I do need someone who will be able to come on tour with me, and… I just can’t steal you away from your fans,” I finished with a smile.

”Maybe we could just tour together. Make the best of it,” he bumped his shoulder against mine, a twinkle in his eyes.

”I mean, I wouldn’t say no,” I winked at him, making him smile wider than before. ”But if you have a good candidate for the drums or the bass, send them my way, please. I would be happy to consider them, especially if they come with your recommendation.”

”My lady, you have my word,” he held up his cup and clinked it to mine. ”To new beginnings!”

”To new beginnings!” I mimicked him, then we both took a sip.

The conversation soon turned around, and I was the one asking him about how the promotion and their tour were shaping up, what ideas they were playing with, and what people can expect from them now with the new album out. Ashton talked excitedly about their sound and the plans for the upcoming shows, and I found myself hanging on his every word. By the time he finished describing his merch ideas, my cup was once again empty.

”Do you think we could get something else to drink?” I asked, and with a theatrical move I turned my cup upside down, which made Ashton laugh.

”Say what – how about we go back to my place? I’m sure I have something fancy you would like,” he said suddenly. ”We could drink that, and just pick up where we left off before you interrupted me.”

”How dramatic,” I rolled my eyes at him with another smile.

”I mean, only if you’re okay with that,” Ashton added, turning serious for a moment. ”It’s alright if you want to stay, it’s a party, and I–”

”No, it’s cool. I would actually like that,” I nodded, and he visibly relaxed.

”Great! I’ll just call a cab for us, and then we can go,” he replied, already pulling out his phone.

I’ve started to put my heels back on, trying to take a moment to clear my head and think about what just happened. Ashton’s offer could have meant anything, and I was drunk enough to not think about any of the consequences; still, I trusted him, I knew going with him probably meant that we will both fall asleep on the couch, and wake with a hangover the next day. And if something else happened – well, didn’t I say it to myself that it wouldn’t matter in the morning?

I looked up just in time to see him holding out his hand for me; I took it with a smile, and he pulled me off the couch, giving my hand a squeeze. Ash led us out of the room and grabbed our jackets from the hallway, helping me into mine, putting on his own, then we slipped out of the house together. I held onto his arm as we made our way down the street to where the cab was waiting for us. Ashton pulled open the door, waiting for me to get in, and after that settled on the other side of the backseat. He gave our driver his address, and then just stared out of the window.

His fingers were drumming on the seat between us, following the rhythm of the song that was playing on the radio. I didn’t know if he was nervous or excited, or if it simply was just a habit he couldn’t shake. I bit my lip, then slid my hand down to the seat, slowly inching my fingers closer to his drumming ones. When his fingertips caught mine, he stopped abruptly, but after a few seconds he slid his hand against mine, loosely interlacing our fingers. I gave his hand a small squeeze, just as he did with me before – he looked at me for a second, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. We sat there silently with our hands intertwined until we arrived to Ashton’s house.

 * * *

 We had no idea how did we end up like this, lying on the carpet in Ashton’s living room floor. After he paid for our cab and led me inside the house, Ash told me to make myself comfortable until he found the promised drink. So I kicked off my heels once again, settled on the couch and waited for him, while looking around the room from my spot. He came back with two glasses and a bottle of wine, already telling me a story about a birthday party in one of those fancy clubs and how each of them smuggled out a bottle while they were leaving. This made us trade stories back and forth about similar parties that we either attended together, or on our own, the things we did during those occasions, let them be embarrassing or funny.

Award shows and after parties, concerts we’ve liked, concerts we’ve hated. People in the business who we found cool, and people we wanted to avoid as much as we could. Best songs and entertainers in the last year, and the worst of them. There wasn’t a topic we couldn’t talk about as the hour went on. Then I found myself slipping off the couch and lying down on the floor, and in a second or two Ashton followed suit; our bodies were facing the other way, but our faces were resting next to each other as we’ve continued talking and laughing about our experiences.

”Stay still,” I said suddenly, making Ashton stop in the middle of his story as he gave me a confused look.

”What?”

”Don’t move,” I repeated again, slowly reaching towards his face. Ashton followed the movement until my fingers touched the corner of his eye, brushing them against his skin.

”It’s just… there was an eyelash on your face,” I smiled at him, then held it between my fingers, and raised it to his mouth. ”Blow on it.”

”What does it do?” he asked me, but then dutifully blew a short gust of air on my fingers, his breath tickling them.

”Make a wish,” I said with a shrug, followed by a laugh. ”At least, that’s how I remember it.”

But Ashton did not laugh – he was looking into my eyes, slowly blinking and watching my every move. It felt like he was waiting for something, like he wanted to say something, just didn’t know how to form the words. We stared at each other for a long time, both of us quiet, lost in the moment.

”You know…” Ash whispered, then bit his bottom lip for a moment. ”I really fucking want to kiss you.”

”Is that your wish?” I asked softly, biting my lips as well.

”You have no fuckin’ idea,” he breathed, closing his eyes for a moment, then looking back at me with such intensity that I’ve thought I’ll catch fire. ”You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this, do you? How every time I look at you I have to fight the urge to pull you close and kiss you senseless. How I want your attention only for myself whenever we are in the same room. How… how it drives me crazy, that even looking at your pictures or seeing you perform makes me want to do it, I– I just really fucking want to kiss you.”

Was it the truth, or just the alcohol we have drank that night – I wasn’t sure; but I knew that after his confession so many things started to make sense. The way he always stood so close to me, how his touches lingered, how his arms were around my waist during the party. The way he was looking at me, or how he and his friends acted around me, how he did not hesitate to be on the same team as me during our little singing competition. His smiles, the constant need to help me out with my music, and then leaving the party together, fingers interlocked all through the drive to his house. And now – now we were lying on the floor, looking at each other like it was the first time.

Memories came back to me in flashes from the last year, when the guys were still my next door neighbours in the studio. The first few days were awkward; we’ve only ever seen each other in the parking lot or the hallway, until one day Michael came over and asked me if I wanted to get some pizza with them, since they have ordered too many boxes – again. After that everything came so much easier; we’ve spent a lot of time talking about music and songwriting, we had some jam sessions and traded demos, giving each other tips and ideas. Spending time with the group was a lot of fun, and I did not have a boring day in the studio while they were there. And then there was Ashton.

Ashton, who would knock on the door of my studio and ask if it would bother me if he crashed on one of the couches there, because all the others were already taken in their studio, and he was just really tired, and needed a nap. Who quietly snored in the corner while I was working on lyrics and arrangements, and who would wake up later and ask about what they meant, why did I choose those stories to tell. Who would post the pictures I’ve taken of him napping, because I’ve always sent them to him, and he would make comments about how he was “working hard”.

Ashton, who always showed me his favourite drum samples and the new sound he came up with; who would call me over to their studio when he was excited about his newest creation, or just appear out of nowhere and give me a quick performance on the drum kit in our recording space. Who would stop just outside the room to listen in on my recording sessions after he realized I’ve been doing that with them for weeks.

Ashton, who always gave me a half-hug when they passed me on the hallway, who always stopped by to ask me if he could get me coffee or lunch. Ashton, who, when it was just the two of us, always looked at me with so much passion, and with whom I’ve shared so many heated looks during those months that every time I was sure he will push me up against the closest wall, and have his way with me right then and there. How every time I’ve wished that he would do that.

”That’s a lot of time you’ve spent thinking about kissing me,” I answered quietly, trying to keep my eyes on him, and not look away.

”Do you think I’m crazy?” Ashton asked, running his hand through his hair, over his face, almost like a nervous habit.

”Crazy? No,” I shook my head, reaching for his hand to pull it back. ”Ambitious? Definitely. And maybe a little bit drunk.”

”Maybe,” he moved to lie on his side, still looking at me. ”But still I want to kiss you.”

”I don’t want to disappoint you.”

”Let me be the judge of that,” Ashton said, reaching over to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.

”Are you sure?” I whispered, locking my eyes with him again.

Ashton licked his lips, then he was up on his elbows, bracketing me in, leaning over me. His breath was hot on my cheek as he tilted his head closer, brushing his lips against my chin, to the corner of my mouth, and then to my lips, kissing first the bottom, then the top. We were upside down, my nose pushed against his chin, feeling a slight stubble on my skin as his lips worked against mine, his teeth giving a little nibble which made me gasp, and he slipped his tongue in my mouth. He tasted like wine with a hint of something unique that I was sure was Ashton himself. His fingers tangled in my hair, angling my face so he could kiss me deeper.

My hands shot up, running my fingers up the nape of his neck and pulled him as close as I could, smiling into the kiss as a shiver ran through him. He made a little laughing sound as our teeth knocked against each other, tongues licking and tasting, lips wet and swollen. Ash pulled away for a moment, gasping for air, eyes dark and wide, looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world, and it made my heart beat more wildly than when he was kissing me.

”So… what do you think?” I asked him while I was trying to catch my breath. ”How much on a scale from one to ten?”

”I’m not sure,” he shook his head, leaning back to rest his forehead against mine. ”Definitely need seconds.”

”You’re a dessert kinda guy, aren’t you?” I laughed, my fingers still tangled in his hair.

”I do love sweet things,” Ash gave me a little chuckle, and pressed his lips back to mine.

For long minutes we’ve stayed like that – whenever he tried to pull away, my teeth caught his bottom lip, lightly biting and pulling on it to keep him close to me. Whenever I was trying to catch my breath, his lips wouldn’t stop moving against my jaw, peppering kisses there and gently sucking on my skin, leaving faint red marks all over me. Then we started to slow down, noses pressed together and lips slightly parted, feeling each other’s breath on our skin as Ashton lay back next to me.

It took us a few more moments to open our eyes and look at each other. I’ve let my gaze linger on his features, trying to catch all the small details – the shape of his eyebrows, the length of his lashes, the different colours in his eyes; his swollen lips, the straight line of his nose, how his hair curled around his ear, and if I looked close enough…

”My god, was that me?” I reached towards him, finding a smudge of red on his cheek.

”Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ash smiled contently, pushing his face against my hand as much as he could.

”My lipstick is all over your face,” I answered as I’ve tried to clean it off of him.

”Your lipstick stain is a work of art,” he started singing it, catching my hand and pulling it to his lips to leave small kisses all over my fingers and knuckles.

”Are you really quoting She Looks So Perfect on me?” I giggled as Ashton sang a few more notes.

”Why not do it when it’s true?”

I felt myself blushing, and Ash leaned over to give a small kiss on my forehead. The little gesture made me shiver, and the need to be closer to him was even stronger now; I slowly sat up, turned around and as I lay back next to him, I pushed myself against his side. His arm found its place on my waist, his hand big and warm against me, and I rested my head on his chest, my head fitting perfectly under his chin. I could feel his heart beating rapidly under my fingers, and it felt like my own started to sync up with his. Maybe it was only a few minutes, maybe even an hour gone by like this, but the next thing I knew was Ashton pulling me even closer to his body, and his fingers brushing the hair back from my face.

”Are you okay?” he ask softly, running his thumb across my cheek.

”Hmm, just tired,” I whispered in return, leaning into his touch.

”Come on, sweet thing,” Ashton said, kissing the top of my head. ”You can have my bed.”

He helped me up from the floor, and started to guide me up the stairs to his bedroom, the arm around my waist keeping me safe on the steps. Ash asked me if I wanted to borrow some of his clothes, but I was already half asleep on top of his bed, so he just pulled the sheets around me and covered me with them.

”Stay with me,” I called after him when he rose up from the edge of the mattress. ”Please.”

”You sure about that?” he asked, leaning back to make sure he heard me right.

”We’ve already kissed, Ashton,” I mumbled into his pillow. ”And I’m too drunk to have sex with you right now.”

”Who talked about sex?” he laughed, then I felt him pull back the sheets and lie down behind me, slowly sliding his arm back around my waist, like he did so many times that night. ”You feel so good,” he let out a sigh, burying his face in my hair.

”You too, Ash. Warm and comfy,” I pushed back a little to feel more of his body heat against my back, and I felt his fingers find the bare skin of my stomach where my shirt rode up under the blankets.

”…and just so you know,” he whispered against my ear, voice already thick with sleep. ”I wouldn’t want to have sex with you right now… cause when I do, I want to remember all of it.”

 * * *

 The morning found me in the kitchen, still in my rumpled clothes from the night before, trying to find my way around the unfamiliar place and my feelings. I woke up in a room I did not recognize at first, but then I’ve felt Ashton’s body pressed against mine, his breath tickling my ear, his light snoring almost lulling me back to sleep. I wanted to give in, to close my eyes and let the moment last, but I slowly started to remember the previous night, and I couldn’t stop replaying everything that happened.

I needed a moment to breathe, to go over the things we’ve said and done, and to work out what will happen after this. Was Ashton serious when he said all those things, or was his drunken confession only a fragment of my imagination? Maybe I made a mistake, maybe I misunderstood his flirty behaviour, and I shouldn’t have come with him. Maybe I made it all up in my head.

As I sat up next to him and looked back at his sleeping form, eyes closed, features soft, hair falling over his face, I remembered how he kissed me during the night, how his arms pulled me closer whenever he felt like I was too far away. How being right there with him felt like the most perfect thing that could ever happen to me. How I wished that this was really the beginning of something new, and not just a casual fling between two friends.

I was fiddling with the coffee maker, trying to make it work when I’ve heard Ashton start moving upstairs, doors opening and closing, the water running in the bathroom, and then his feet thumping down the stairs. He was still wearing the same clothes he slept in, the ones he also wore during the party at Alex’s house. His hair was tousled, eyes sleepy, his gaze searching me as he rubbed his face. He looked relieved, I realized – maybe waking up to an empty bed wasn’t what he expected. Maybe he thought that I’ve already left.

”You know… you did a crappy job trying to get that lipstick stain off my face,” he said finally, pulling away his hand, and showing me the red smudge still colouring his skin.

”At least I can be sure now that my lipstick is kiss-proof,” I answered with a small smile, stepping to him and reaching up to wipe the stain off his face.

”I didn’t say I want it cleaned off,” Ash caught both my wrists, pulling them over his shoulders instead. ”Maybe I like those markings.”

”Just so you know… there’s a lot more where those came from,” I whispered, gathering all my courage and taking a chance; I needed to know what last night made us, what we were now that the sun was up and we were sober.

”You could cover my whole face with your lipstick and I would die a happy man,” he breathed, leaning closer and brushing his nose against mine.

”Careful what you wish for,” I grasped the collar of his shirt, lightly tugging on it.

”I was,” he bit his bottom lip, trying to hide the smile appearing on his face. ”Look how it came true. I did kiss you last night.”

”Took you long enough,” I tugged his shirt once again, bringing him a little bit closer.

Ashton gripped my hips, and in a second he pushed me up against the wall, pinning me there with his whole body. His left hand found its place on the back of my neck, running his fingers through my hair, his right one pulling me closer to him as his lips hungrily kissed my jaw.

”Ash…”

”If you’re gonna ask me what does this make us, then I must be doing a terrible job at this,” he stopped for a moment, breathing heavily in my ear.

”Then you just have to kiss me senseless once again,” I said, tilting my head back a little to look into his eyes. ”So I don’t ask silly questions…”

I didn’t have to ask him twice; Ashton just leaned closer and pressed his lips against mine, sliding his tongue in my mouth, and making good on his promise.

Later that morning, when I was about to leave and go home to have a shower and get myself a change of clothes, Ashton nuzzled his face against mine, his stubble lightly scratching my skin, making me promise that I will be back as soon as I can. I kissed him for a long moment while the cab was honking at us, mumbling something about leaving my favourite lipstick in his bathroom, and how I needed to see him again to get it back – the sooner the better.

It was only 20 minutes later when a message popped up from him with a picture attached to it – eyes wide, hair wet, and a pout that made my heart melt. I already miss you – Ash x

He still had the fresh lipstick stain on his face.

#ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin fanfiction #ashton irwin #fiction time #afic: i wanna feel you in my veins

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Fighting Flirty: Character Select PT4 (Act 4.2)

A five minute break, and Alex discovers her muse

Ok, you two take five, and then we'll do some official art recreations," Alex announced, as she looked through the pictures on her camera. Her smile growing larger at each new pic "Ey, do you guys want every photo in an album or what?"

"Uhh?!" Steven started before turning to the woman on his lap.

"YES!" The eagerness in her voice caught Steven off guard. "I don't ever want to forget this feeling, this day, these moments," Connie added in a low admiring tone.

"Neither do I," he kissed her neck, getting her to squeal in delight. 

"Well said." Alex agreed. "Still, it's hard not to think of you as a romantic couple, with the way you two carry-on and all this shipping gold in my hands." She sighed," If only I were an illustrator, instead of a photographer. You two would be perfect fanart subjects…Though I wonder if 'fanart' even works here in this pretense."

"Why wouldn't it?" Connie asked as she leaned back, caressing Steven's whiskered chin.

"Well, you're not fictional characters or celebrities. So maybe it'll just be art."

"I have, you know,  you are in the presence of a very successful Tube-Tube star." Connie asserted, implying a prideful thumb at Steven, evoking a laugh from the hybrid and the slyest of smirks from the photographer.

"Is that so." Alex rubbed her chin, mischievously. "How many subscribers you gathered, Steven?"

"My personal channel is at 680+ thousand  but ...Our s, meaning the channel Connie, I,  and two of our friends run… Is at one-point-five million, last time I checked; haven’t been on either for a couple months or so. ."

"1.7 now on G-squared , and Your  personal channel is at 700+ now, Mister." Connie interjected, "at least that's what I saw last time I went to the channels."

"How…Am I at 700+?!"

"Your vlogs have been used in compilations about traveling and self-betterment. While your people used your music in their 'Let's play's ' and ' AMV's '...I think there's even been a few memes and reenactments based on your stuff. There's a real popular source film of last year's panel at Kansas vid-con; during that game of 'scenarios,' we played with Daniel, Patricia, Jewels of Cal, Steve Da' Duck, and Akira Mas."

 "Oh, I remember that," his eyes broaden in remembrance, "That was a fun game, and the audience loved it." 

"I think they were surprised at your capacity for swearing and sarcasm and how smoothly it flowed out." She teased, getting a nod from Steven.

" I was just following the scenario, and I got a bit heated. Not like you were any better." 

"True enough." She gave him a peck before turning to Alex, looking smug. 

"Okay, okay, didn't know he was a big thing." Alex relented with a smirk, "gotta check out your pages then, Steven." 

"Yes, you do that, subscribe too."

"Ok, miss proud wife." 

Despite blushing a deep maroon, Connie leaned back into his hold and kept her smugness, " Go-go check the pictures."

Alex gave her an affirmative nod before doing just that. As she plugged up the camera to the nearby laptop, she heard Steven scream.

"I JUST REMEMBERED, YOU ALL WAS READY TO SACRIFICE ME TO CHUTHUL BY THE SECOND CHOICE!"

"BUT YOU BECAME A GOD!"

Alex looked over at them to see Steven ticking the woman in his lap as he simultaneously rained down kisses upon her neck, making her squeal in delight.

*click!*

Of course, she took a picture of the cuter scene. "I still don't get how you two are not together." She muttered." Maybe I can find out the full story later tonight…." She sighed, "oh god, I need a date or a 'jambud' of my own."

"Hey, Alex!"

 She looked back over at the two to see Steven trying to get her attention 

"Can you pass one of our phones, please!" 

Alex looked over at the table and spotted the two devices, a darkish pink and a forest-blue. They both had a text notification. With a shrug, she picked them both up. "How well do you catch?"

"Not well enough to catch my phone!" Steven yelled.

"I am," Connie announced confidently.

"That's all I needed to hear." 

With that, she grabbed both phones, a bit of masking tape, wrapped it around both, and launched them both. 

"Oh, it's coming." She heard Connie's voice raised. The silence of the stage got her a bit worried.

"Got' em; thank you!" Steven called back.

"Welcome, now let me do this so we can get back to it," Alex expressed with a thumbs up, her eyes going over the pictures on the screen. 'These two could do some real couple modeling. Photogenicity aside, they just look excellent as a unit, and their body language towards each other is at the forefront. They come off as innocent yet impassioned, cute yet coquettish, loving yet libidinous.' Alex surmised as she gazed over the photos, selecting and adding them into both a folder.

"Hey, they came out beautifully." 

"They really did. Thinking about adding a background." Alex looked up to see Wanda with a camera in her hand as she named the folder."What's up, boss lady?"

"Got a couple more for you to add."

Alex took the camera with an arched eyebrow, hooking it up to the laptop. Her teeth kissed as she looked at pictures. She placed her fingers on her lips, thumb under her chin, and slightly nodded her head. "These two… I want to see these two in the bride and groom looking just like this. We have to; they're just…" 

"Yeah, I know," Wanda said as she looked at the pictures. 

The first picture was Connie pulling up a video, most likely the video they spoke about prior; Connie was sitting in his cross-legged lap while Steven drooped his arms around Connie's shoulder comfortably. A firey, determined look in her raven eyes and on her face as she tried to find the video. On the other hand, Steven's attention was all on her.

His smile was small but so genuine. Full of pure love and affectionate pride for the woman, treasuring her, favoring her, adoring her..all with his deep brown-eyed gaze. All without her being aware.

The next photo was its companion and mirror in away. Connie seemed to have found the video by the mid-chuckle grin that threatened to split his face. Phone in his hand, head on her shoulder. Utterly oblivious to the goings-on beside him. The gaze his best-friend was giving him.

'And what a gaze it is.' Alex mused. 

Connie's eyes were half-lidded, her mouth a relaxed grin, and to the untrained eye or someone who hasn't been around these two for more than an hour, they would have written off as merely teasing, and they would be wrong. 

That expression radiated exceptional pride, heartfelt tenderness, and limitless affection for the man beside her. The unbridled joy and the way he was the only one in those raven orbs was something to be envious of.

"How?"

Wanda looked at her employee in question.

"How can two people, not in a relationship, look at each other like that? With such…

"Reverence and intimacy."

Alex nodded. "The way they act and such is one thing...but..this. These seconds….These moments caught in between the playing and teasing..."

"You seemed quite taken with them, Alex."

Alex looked at her witch adorned boss with a bit of a scowl. "It's not like that...It's not just them… More like. I'm intrigued by what they have. This thing..this type of romance..naw too weak...this bond..they won't or can't name...It's..ugh!"

Wanda laughed. "Alex, you just accidentally found your muse." Before she could continue, her phone rang. "Gotta take this. Alex, get ready for the next shoot. We are actually behind time and have more costumes to try." Wanda ordered gently with a wink before pulling her phone out the top of her costume.  "Hello? miss Jewels, yes, we'll be ready for you tomorrow..yeah ..yes. "

Alex sighed as she got up from the desk and got her camera before walking over to the two. She paused at the scene, feeling a surge of excitement. 

"Why am I the one getting sacrificed…Again?" Steven's voice could be heard through the phone, annoyed and desperate, and also trying not to laugh.

"It's not personal, it was a majority vote, and you're kind of suspicious, Traitor." A feminine voice answered.

"Screw you, Jewels!" Steven answered as everyone in the audience and on stage laughed, "You're the one sabotaging us, literally try to drag the party into the room called 'your soulmate is 50%  Zach Callison and 50% hamilton."

"Better than the, 'everything you love is canceled' room."

"AT LEAST WE GOT A KEY IN THAT ROOM."

As Steven cackled at the admittedly horrible animation, Connie leaned upon him, gazing up at him with eyes full of bottomless adoration. This close lip smile displayed her protectiveness for him. It was an expression of accomplishment as if she was watching a dream come true or something she fought so hard for finally came to fruition. A treasure she had searched for and would stake everything she had to keep.

It told a story of the hard times and struggles they had to go through without saying anything. If seeing him be so relaxed and carefree, place something so determined and passionate on her face. 

Well, she'd be a fool not to take its picture.

*click!*

#steven universe #connie maheswaran #connverse #steven universe future #steven universe fanfiction #steven and connie #older steven #older connie #connverse fanfic #fighting flirty #character select #flirty fluff #original characters #candid shot

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Aaaaa I NEED your thoughts on the Bold Type. I love my girls (and go off with Sutton and Richard, season 4 who??)

Okay nonny, here we freaking go!

Sutton (And Richard)

So, I’m not active in the fandom more than randomly rebageling some Richard/Sutton gifsets because I ship the straight couple and what fic I’ve seen is like ALL Kat/Adena, more power to those shippers and those fics, but I am RIDE OR DIE Sutton/Richard. 

I love them so much. It’s such a great relationship (which...there is no back half of Season 4. They got married and live happily ever after and manage to make it work with both their ambitions. Miss me with that shit the writers pulled. Not cool. As a writer, I think that the forms of conflict that they decided to go with is really lazy writing, and there are ways to have a compelling storyline and compelling relationship without trying to tear it apart at the seams. If things change and they reconcile in S5, I might consider making my way through the end of S4, but at this point, I’m not going to waste my time.)

I really don’t think the Older Man/Younger Woman thing is THAT big of a deal (maybe it’s because I was in a relationship with a guy 11 years older than me when I was in college. Richard may or may not remind me a little of my ex ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). I think Sutton is just...remarkably capable and competent and mature enough to meet Richard at his level (even if she does have fun as someone in her early 20s would). 

Also, they are both very, very attractive people, and yes, I am more than a little shallow about that shit.

Like, I haven’t watched the show since the pregnancy drama storyline kicked in, but now that I’m thinking about seasons 1-3 and the first half of 4, I’m actually inclined to go back and re-watch, because their storyline just is enjoyable to watch. It makes me happy when they’re on screen together. Their storylines are some of the drivers of the show.

Jane

And--and I really don’t know how popular or unpopular this opinion is, but I honestly don’t love Jane as much as I do the other girls. I don’t hate her, I don’t even actively dislike her, but she’s just not my favorite character on the show ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I know she’s the lead and she is extremely compelling and I do enjoy some of her story (and she’s an amazing singer, I love when she got drunk and high and sang Torn), but there’s just a lot about her that grates on me sometimes, and a lot of times where I’m watching and I find myself thinking, “Can we go just hang out with Sutton now?”

Like, I almost prefer Oliver’s family dynamic more than Jane’s sometimes.

And I REALLY don’t like how her relationship with Pinstripe ended. He fucked up, yes, but she let their lack of communication get in the way of actually resolving their issues. And this is coming from someone who is VERY anti someone who cheats staying in a relationship even if they know they fucked up. I just really like Pinstripe as a character and didn’t like his ending.

Especially following Jane now that she’s got her own vertical within the magazine. I just...don’t love it. I don’t like this guy who they brought in to be her new love interest or whatever the hell he’s supposed to be (okay yes, part of it is because Pinstripe is SO Much better looking, but mostly because I don’t like him all that much), but I’m just not a fan of him. Also, unlike Sutton who was not and has never been Richard’s subordinate, this guy IS Jane’s immediate subordinate and I’m not a fan of that power dynamic.

Kat

I think Kat is great too. I LOVE her with Adena, but I also love how they did break up and get back to being friends (when she came in to shoot for Sutton? Like I just LOVED those scenes), but I really do think that they SHOULD be endgame. I don’t know where the hell Adena was in S4, but she should have been around.

As for the relationship Kat WAS in, in S4 (which, I don’t want to thank COVID for much, but I’m kinda glad production got shot down because who the hell knows what they would have pulled in the last couple episodes), like...what the ever-loving fuck? I’m not a POC, but I am bisexual and support liberal policies, and I would NEVER be in a relationship with someone whose family and beliefs are SO antithetical to my own. Like...I am iffy on the institution of marriage as it is, but if I was ever in a relationship with someone, and ever considered marrying someone, knowing who they voted for in this election is absolutely a dealbreaker. Conversion therapy is a dealbreaker. A woman’s right to choose if she wants to keep her pregnancy or not is a dealbreaker.

I really do not understand what the writers did with Season 4, and Aisha Dee was SO FREAKING RIGHT to make the comments that she did after the season wrapped.

So I could never realistically (or not realistically see, in the case of TBT) Kat and Ava willingly being together.

Like, what the fuck? Honestly, I think the only good relationship Kat has ever been in on the show has been with Adena.

The Rest Of The Cast

Can I just say, the way my jaw DROPPED when I watched the scene of Andrew in drag was S T U N N I N G. Like...I just was absolutely delighted by that and am delighted by him. The fact that he has gotten more and more of a role as the show has gone on was an amazing decision.

I also enjoy Alex and Sage and Jacqueline so much, and they’re all fun to hang out with. Do I think Jacqueline should have stayed with her husband vs. her hot exboyfriend? Hmmmmmm ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oh, and I don’t remember this girl’s name, but the “Gen Z girl” that Jane hired in the second half of S4--SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN HIRED. The moment she whipped out her phone in that interview, the interview should have been OVER.

I understand people spending a lot of time on their phones (mine is never far away from me ever), but the fact that this girl, in her interview, did not even ask if it was okay to take notes on her phone? Was SO rude, and I don’t know which clearly-NOT-a-Gen-Z writer wrote that scene, but any Gen-Zer who is looking for a job, any reasonable person, would NEVER just whip out their phone while they’re being interviewed without asking for permission.

NEVER. 

Like...I watched that scene and was just stunned. And yes, I know that TBT is clearly not anything anywhere near reality, but like...that is an inaccuracy that I just can’t abide by.

You don’t pull that shit in a job interview, you just don’t.

Okay nonny, so...those are my thoughts on The Bold Type.

#asked and answered #fortysevens has THOUGHTS

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june - july fic rec: month(s) in review

hello & welcome back to the june - july edition of fic rec: month(s) in review! we have a L O T to unpack this time, so let’s dive right in! throughout june & july, we have been blessed with the majority of @larryabroad, as well as the bulk of @hlsummerexchange2019, all of @wordplayfics, wanker’s day fic fest, and many more that i’m probably forgetting. summer was a great time to be a fic reader for sure, thank you to every author who contributed!! 

**disclaimer: not all of these fics were written in june/july, it is simply when i read them. however, a lot of them were. ***note: as always, if you do take my recommendation and read any of these works, please bookmark, comment, and leave kudos for these authors!! it is so important that we support the creators in our community. as an author, i know a sweet comment will often spur me to keep writing when i’m stuck. but, without further ado, here’s my recs below the cut!

J U N E : :

You Were Made To Be Mine by lovelarry10 (@chloehl10)

Louis Tomlinson takes his 6 year old son Jacob to see Harry Styles in concert. Jacob has been a huge fan of Harry's for as long as he can remember, so it's a dream come true when Harry notices him in the pit. But Jacob isn't all that Harry has his eye on...

Louis is a bit embarrassed when Harry picks on him from the stage, but when he's invited backstage after the show, he wonders what Harry Styles could possibly want with a single dad and his kid from Manchester...

This was such a cute read! At a whopping 580k, there is a LOT to sink your teeth into. Though I started it at the beginning of June, I haven’t even nearly finished yet, but it’s so good that it’s made it onto my rec list!

Get Off and Vote by haztobegood (@haztobegood)

Niall lets out a loud laugh, “Hey, listen to this. You know how elections are Tuesday? It says the Babeland on the edge of campus is giving out free toys to the first 100 people that show their ‘I Voted’ sticker.”

“How patriotic.” Louis laughs. “Maybe I should go.”

Haha! This one was great. At 3k, it’s a perfect quick read for some sexy, patriotic fun. 

Surprise Me, Space Boy by jacaranda_bloom (@jacaranda-bloom)

Louis is a solo officer on Space Station Zeta and the isolation can present many challenges, not least of which is that it’s really bloody hard to date. He’s pinning his hopes on that changing with a fellow solo officer, Harry, from a neigbouring station who gives great banter and has a gorgeous smile. Maybe online dating has its benefits after all?

OR The Space Wank Fic.

Oh, this one was so good!!! The thing I love about literally anything Dee writes is that she just thinks completely outside the box. I feel like I never quite know what’s going to happen (in the best way!) and her originality totally made this fic amazing. (7k)

rivers ‘til i reach you by embodied (@crossnecklace)

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer. AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

This was such a good read! It’s written in such a way that you’re utterly sucked into the verse so much that you’re a bit sappy when the fic is over. Kinda makes you feel a bit lovedrunk just from reading it. (29k)

Found My Hallelujah by crimsontheory (@ireallysawanangel)

As an engagement gift from his parents, Harry and his fiance receive an all expenses paid cruise trip for two. But one week before they're set to sail, Harry walks in on his fiance cheating on him. Newly single, with the cruise tickets in hand, and his bags already packed, Harry brings along his sister instead. And maybe the cute bartender on the ship might just be the person Harry needs to help him put back together all of his broken pieces.

I have so much to say about this one! I had the absolute honor of beta’ing this 35k work (which im pretty sure i just cheerlead you bc nicole you know grammar isn’t my strong suit...lmfao) and honestly it has become a fic that i love so much! nicole is such a talented writer; everything she writes just brings out so much emotion from her audience, and she has such a great sense of characterization! if you liked this one, check out its sequel, Now I’m Moving Up because it’s great too!!!!

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Whisk me off my feet by allwaswell16 (@allwaswell16)

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

Haha! This one was so cute! What a darling fic! (5k)

The Charles Compass Trilogy by SadaVeniren (@sadaveniren)

Louis Tomlinson is a successful writer who rents a beach house on the Cape to try and finish the final book in his successful Charles Compass trilogy.

So I’m convinced that any rec list I make will not be complete if Sada isn’t on it. Here’s the thing - I fell in love with this story before she was revealed as the author, and honestly I had no clue. She’s got this amazing way of being able to change her style to fit the kind of story she’s trying to tell. This is such a good look at the writing process, highly recommend! (9k)

From The Heart series by jacaranda_bloom (@jacaranda-bloom)

Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat.

As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind?

Okay, Dee really killed the game this time. Because I was OBSESSED. I mean honestly checking my phone at work to see what the newest installment was. This series is so fulfilling and so so hot to think about as an author! (25k)

blue eyes, black jeans, lighters, candy by delsicle (@emperorstyles)

Harry is in Madrid and Louis had a hard week.

So, the whole dom on tour series is really good, but this is my favorite work of the two. I love basically anything Delaney writes but this was extremely hot! (4k)

Could you love me anyway by SadaVeniren (@sadaveniren)

Dear Mistress Lorin: I’ve been reading your blog for a couple weeks now and was hoping you’d give me some advice for something that happened with me and my boyfriend. I’m really worried that I hurt him.

aka Harry and Louis begin playing ping pong during the X-Factor Tour. It quickly gets out of hand.

Okay. If you know me at all, you know that the way to my heart is either spanking, kink negotiation, or both. This just delivers on it all, and it catches on some main parts of BDSM-for-newbies and kink-gone-wrong that people often pretend never happens. I could gush so much about this, but go ahead and just read it yourself because it’s too good to miss!! (13k)

you are half of me (and I am all for you) by angelichl (@angelichl)

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

Okay WOW. I have so much to say about this one!!! So first off, the biggest thank you to adri for writing this fic for me for HL Summer Exchange!!! Honestly I feel like you spied through all my hopes and dreams and loves (including parenthesis in fic titles??? love it) and squished it all into this fic. it’s just the best fic, and it feels like warm summer air and tracing constellations in the stars and falling in love. if you haven’t read this already, please do!!!! It was so good I teared up when I first read it! (25k)

Heading for Limbo by kingsofeverything (fullonlarrie) (@kingsofeverything)

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

Okay. Okay. This fic literally is one I will remember for the rest of my life, and i’m not even being dramatic about it! So, I really do enjoy leaving authors detailed comments about their fics, but that just wasn’t enough... I really had to message Lauren this whole essay about how Heading for Limbo helped me deal with a lot of emotions I was feeling in my own personal life, and it helped me fully realize that i’m bisexual. (did i just come out?? yikes) it was nice to see a fic where things weren’t perfect over a long stretch of time. It was amazing to see Harry realize his sexuality later in life, because that was one of my main struggles. this fic is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Literally, Lauren, thanks for changing my whole life!!! (101k)

Tell Me This Is Paradise by QuickedWeen (@becomeawendybird)

Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.

Okay, if you’re new around here, this fic was also on one of my previous rec lists, but then Molly had to ruin my life and write another chapter of it. Jesus Christ!!!! I literally could read this fic every single day and die happily. It’s so hot, and the characterization is so good. So, I guess this rec is specifically for chaper 2, but you’ve gotta read chapter 1 also! For the betterment of your life, of course. (9k)

Abstract by Star55 (@star55)

After Zayn draws a naked Harry for her art class, she finds that she can't stop drawing Harry and Louis' naked bodies, usually engaged in some form of sexual activity.

Literally - this was hot as balls. Loved it! (8k)

alright guys, that’s it! if you read all the way to the bottom, you deserve a sticker. i hope you guys enjoy some of my favorite fics i’ve read! don’t forget to go bookmark, comment, and give kudos! and just remember: we are all human. if you read a work, and loved it, and didn’t comment, it’s never too late! give your author some loooooooove. my life has been super busy and i really haven’t been in the place to leave the thought-out comments i like to, so most of these authors can expect comments from me soon. thank you to all the authors listed above, have a nice day everyone! also, feel free to send your favorite fics into my ask - maybe they’ll end up on my next list!!!

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[self-ship-love]

I hate to annoy you, but can I request something? Maybe one with a male f/o who runs your standard radio station and reports on news normally, and a male s/i who also has a station, except it's more bizzare (think welcome to nightvale, if you've ever listened) and they listen to each other's shows when they can and low-key flirt on air sometimes? Again, sorry to bother you! ('^w^)

Helllooo,

Absolutely, and never worry about bothering me because I am definitely not annoyed. Sorry, this took a few days, my creative juices failed on me for this one but I have finally come up with something. Hope you enjoy 💖 P.S: thank you for telling me about welcome to night vale, I’m listening to it as I write, so helpful.

“Alright, that’s a wrap guys, I hope you all stay tuned for tomorrow’s podcast. In the meantime, enjoy these sounds that we have compiled together.” The radio host announced over the speaker. It was 10 pm and definitely time to head home, though he really did not feel like leaving just yet. Once the luminescent sign switched to ‘off-air’ he poured himself some black coffee and tuned into another radio station.

“ .. next up.. a creepypasta story called, ‘I don’t experience Thursdays.’ “ said the man on the radio station. This particular station was the host’s favourite to listen to late at night. There were always bizarre and creepy stories shared, some from the listeners, some from the host himself or ones they had found on Reddit. He liked how different the station was, despite the strangeness of it and the fact that some nights he was too freaked out to sleep.

But half of the reason might also be because of the station’s host. They had met briefly at a radio convention, his face was just as soothing as his voice and he was just as cool off-air as he was on. Soon, the host’s voice returned to the airwaves and announced the start of the story. The host listening slurped a mouthful of coffee and leaned back in his chair, thinking that the other man would do well making audible books or some sort of ASMR. He closed his eyes and pictured every graphic image of the story, feeling goosebumps rise on his arms and legs as usual. The story was rather chilling .. chilling but odd.

“.. I hope you liked that creepypasta, you can find more on Reddit... or you could just tune into the station every night, where we’ll be live from 8 pm to 6 am.” The man’s voice boomed, the loudest it would ever be on the show. The other host poured another cup and leaned closer to the radio, wishing he could see inside so he could glimpse his face.

“Before I talk about the next thing, I just want to do a quick shout out,” he informed. The other host smiled and wondered who the lucky person could be.

“Shout out to Fred from Worldwide news!”

The other host almost choked on his coffee. That was his name and his station!

“I’ve only met Fred once but man ... I listen to him almost every day. What a guy, what a station. So, Fred, I hope you’re listening ... otherwise, this would be an embarrassing situation ... “

Fred’s stomach twisted into knots. He felt all kinds of emotions, embarrassment, excitement, surprise ... boy was he surprised. The next day, he decided to give back to the other host and give him a shout out too. He was shaky and anxious as he fumbled with certain dials in front of him, his voice even cracked and wavered with every sentence. Is the other host even tuned in? He gave it a shot.

“Moving on from the afternoon news, I would like to do something that we don’t usually do. So, I was listening to my favourite radio show last night after wrapping up ... and this particular guy mentioned our show so I want t give him a shout out too. Thank you, Tanner, you have no idea how much that meant to me. Your stories are cue bad language, fucking brilliant. I mean, who needs sleep anyway, right?”

Tanner who was indeed listening thought that was incredible and thanked Fred on his own show later that night. Back and forth they mentioned one another on their shows, it became a playful sort of thing, a bit of banter and flirtation. The listeners noticed this and voiced their opinions, somebody called in on Tanner’s show one night and what they said burned Fred’s ears as if he didn’t notice anything odd about their behaviour.

“Can I just say that I ship you and Fred. Like majorly. I’ve never been so hopeful for two people before. I will go down with this ship if I have to.”

Tanner cracked a nervous laugh and squirted water into his mouth from his bottle. “Um .. well.. I don’t mind if you ship us. Hell, even I ship us and I’m sure Fred does too.”

Fred, who had been biting his lip during the conversation, tasted blood on his tongue and reached for his phone. He had an idea, what if they were to one-up their careers and collaborate together? the listeners would probably go bat-shit crazy for that. They’d gained quite a number of new listeners and fans over the space of three weeks. All because of their flirtatious banter and mentions on each other’s shows.

“Oh! speak of the devil,” Tanner cried as Fred’s number came through. “Guys it’s Fred! my buddy!”

“Hello Tanner, my man.” Fred laughed. “I just wanted to add on the whole ship thing..”

“Are you going to invite me on a date?” Tanner interrupted with a cheeky remark. Fred was relieved Tanner couldn’t see his face turn scarlet, he was sure that would deserve a snide comment.

“You wish. I just wanted to offer an idea, which I’m sure the listeners would be excited about.”

“Go on,” said Tanner with interest.

“What are your thoughts on a collab between me and you?”

“Like a podcast collab?” 

Fred cleared his throat and scratched away his nervous butterflies that had since filled his stomach. “Yeah, why not?”

“Ooh, I like this. Let’s see what the listeners think. Text or call in your opinions on this idea. We could do a vote, perhaps.”

The lines were hot after that. It seemed like the whole world was texting and calling in their approval. There was absolutely no negative or hateful comments. The idea was a success.  In the meantime, Fred just had to learn to work with his nerves around Tanner.

[silver-wields-a-pen]

The Tuesday Writeblr Review

“You sent for me?” Belias entered Sorcha's office without knocking and planted himself in front of her desk. He waited, listening to the rapid tapping of keys. After two minutes he pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts.

Sorcha's mobile rang. “Yes?”

“You might think I've got nothing better to do than listen to your two finger typing speed, but I have,” he said into his phone.

She looked up, an unwilling smile spreading across her ruby lips. “Hilarious.”

Belias put his phone back in his pocket. “You're more distracted than usual.”

“It's nothing serious.” She sent one last glance to her computer screen then gave him her full attention. “There's someone I want you to look into.”

With the perfect poker face, Belias couldn't tell if this was a set-up or if she was serious. It could go either way. “Look into? Professionally or otherwise?”

Sorcha ducked her head and laughed. “Are you still mad about my little trick?” Warm brown eyes met steely onyx. She drew in a sharp breath. “You are!”

Dissolving into giggles, Belias had to wait for Sorcha to regain her composure before he replied. “You set me up.”

She flapped her hand. “Oh pish. It's hardly my fault you won't make the first move. He's adorable and you look good together. I did you a favour.”

“Don't tell me, you 'ship it',” he replied, making air quotes with his fingers.

She laughed, “Belias, you're so pre-millennial.”

A dark brow shot up. “Did you just call me a baby boomer?”

More laughter. “Hardly! You're far too booming to be a boomer, darling.” A notification on her phone had her rising from her chair. “Time to play with a real boomer and all his misogyny.”

Belias followed two paces behind, saying, “Try not to ruin his ego too much, you still need his vote when you go to the board.”

“Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.” She mis-stepped as she snapped her fingers. “I almost forgot.” Digging into her bag she produced an elegant business card and passed it over. “This is who I want you to investigate.”

Belias glanced at the name. “Seth Tempest?” He snorted. “Why do you have an escort's card?”

“Is he an escort?” Sorcha didn't sound sure. “He tried to pick me up the other night in a bar. Very charming.” She glanced at Belias. “Almost as charming as you can be when you put a little effort in.”

“I'm not asking him out.” Sorcha's persistence in setting Belias up with a new hire from in house counsel was driving him up the wall. I shouldn't have said he looked good. Damn woman's going to ride my ass until I give in. “What do you want me to do about this guy?” He tapped the card.

“Talk.” Sorcha's attention was on her iPad.

“Is that a 'talk' talk or a regular talk?”

“Depends what you find out, darling.” They paused in front of the elevators. “Genuine interest yields rewards.”

“And if he's full o' mince, I'll stick him in a bucket,” he concluded with a nod.

“Precisely.” Sorcha's smile was enticing, yet terrifying. “I'm sure an ex-SAS sadist like yourself will make a suitable conclusion.”

Belias rolled his eyes and followed her into the elevator. “You only think that because I make you get up early and exercise.”

Her face grew more animated as she pointed at him. “See, you do it on purpose! Finally admits it!” She threw up her hands as though she'd scored a victory.

“You told me to work you hard,” he replied. “Your choices are a workout or I fuck you silly. You chose the workout.”

“To my everlasting shame,” Sorcha sighed, with a passing wink to one of the employees crossing in front of the closing elevator doors.

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35. Part 2

I like to see my mother here, I actually do like it. I think I would like for her to live with me but my dad would not let that happen, I would have to wait until that guy dies, which won’t be any time soon, that nigga wouldn’t die any time soon. He would live through me, I would die before him. I kind of feel like I did this to Sofia now, with what my mother said she ain’t wrong at all and I may be the blame for this, I shouldn’t have let her seen her dad because there was no need too, I am the dumb one in this. Rubbing my chin watchng Sofia, this is all I do now, I don’t speak because I have a big mouth and it’s best if I don’t say anything. Sofia caught me staring so I quickly looked away, let me just watch the TV “I am so in love with this home Cassius, I didn’t go in your bedroom but I did look around. Sofia your home is nice” I like that my mom is loving my home “move here then” my mom sat down across me “and leave Carnell? That man doesn’t know what the hell he is doing with himself, I know I was being very brave leaving them with Bryce but he needs to learn, he needs to know what I go through. Carnell did say he would eat out for those days but let him, Bryce won’t sit still” my mother laughed, I think deep down my mother is loving this “he wil be ringing you soon, you know that” my mom is funny “he will be, Sofia. Come and sit with us, don’t be cooking” my mother shuffled along, Sofia just loves the kitchen but that is her “I am just preparing for tonight, I do this” rolling my eyes “but then doesn’t eat” I mumbled “shut your mouth” my mother spat, she heard that “huh?” I said confused “come on, leave it. Cassius will take us out to eat” is this women real “I am?” I can easily ship my mom back to Brooklyn “you are, come on. Cassius was saying you was going to see us, I am sad I didn’t get to see you” I am just annoyed with her, maybe myself too.

Sofia sat down finally “you know when I was pregnant with Cassius, I ate so much. I ate chalk” and my mom wants me to sit here to listen to this “you did? Why?” Sofia looked so intrigued by that “it was so weird, I just loved it. I mean deep down I was like what am I doing but I enjoyed it, doctors all said it was lack at nutrients but the baby was fine, I mean he came out and he was just big, I mean now I am like that is nasty but it’s normal, I did it. But I was big, like I was fat. I did hate being pregnant but then I had three more” Sofia laughed “it’s not nice” maybe Sofia don’t like me, she don’t talk to me like that anymore “it’s not, but the best part is the baby of course. I wanted it to be a girl really, but I had that instead” she pointed at me “that? That is nice, anyways. I am going to see Kyle, I have something to do” getting up from the couch “call me if you need me” I don’t want to be around, I will probably be in the way. I don’t like this feeling but it is what it is, she don’t want me so have my mother “right, and what did I say about later?” my mom said “about what?” what did she even say “you are taking us out to eat ok? Remember that” nodding my head, I was hoping she forgets that.

Knocking on Kyle’ front door, I do love having Kyle live so close to me. It’s like I can just walk here “Isabella?” she is here still “Cassius?” she mimicked me, she is still around I guess “I thought I came to the wrong house” Isabella opened the door wider “well seeing as you are doing a meeting, come in. Where is Sofia?” walking inside the home “with my mom, what’s good” dapping Kyle and Myles “get me a drink too” I said to one of them making my way to the living room “what do you want?” Kyle asked “Any flavour that is a Fanta, thank you” Amira just side eyed me “business partner, don’t give me that face” standing in front of her “well I kind of heard some of it, where is Sofia? We having a meet?” why is everyone asking about Sofia “with my mom, she is fine so” grabbing the drink from Kyle, placing the can on the table “so what do you know?” I know Kyle must have said something “that I will be an owner of a club?” nodding my head “so I can’t have anything to do with this, I will give you everything you need in money. I know it is a lot to ask for Amira but I will keep you safe, Raphael is a big name, the police are not even looking his way so you don’t need to worry, it’s me they want. Clover Club is yours, only thing we doing is running money through, no drugs. It’s going to be run the same like Raphael does. The issue I have is that I have money around not being moved so this needs moving differently now. So when this opens, people are going to be excited. I mean it’s Clover Club, it’s a prestigious place. It attracts certain people, rich people. Rich people are always on drugs, now this is a our target market. This is us stepping on people territories , word will come out. Now this when myself, Kyle and Myles come in. Probably some bloodshed, I don’t know but I am hoping that it won’t be that. But this where the issue comes from, if there is more and more bloodshed the police will find out and connect it to us. So what I am going to do, I have a meeting. It’s a crip gang that actually does fuck with this area. They heard I am here, they ain’t kill me yet which is good. But I may need to do business with them, but I am going to try and bring them in, they can then protect the shit we doing without the police thinking it’s me. If you think about it, I am covering any fact it is me. The money is fine, we have too much. By time this shit is done with, we will all be rich in a good way. But this is on Amira doing this, she has to be the face of it. You never know it may work out the best or we all die” I laughed, if I don’t laugh then I may aswell just cry about it.

Everyone in the room is just quiet “wow” Myles finally said “I know it’s great right?” I laughed “can we go back to Brooklyn?” licking my lips rolling my eyes “don’t we all Kyle, if you think there is another way then speak up?” I want to know “fuck the crips” Myles simply said “I say we fuck it, I say we bring our own people. We go away on holiday, you get fucking married. Our people come here, fuck shit up. Kill the people they need too then go back to Brooklyn and then we come back like shit didn’t happen, then Clover Club opens up. I want people on the streets to know it was us. Fuck hiding behind anyone” I mean that is the violent way “I am trying to be good here Myles, you just making it a mess but we can do that. Vote on it then, I don’t care. But just know, if that happens, then you all need to make sure that Brookyln ain’t losing out. I want shit still running, so go. Ladies, you can too” placing my hands behind my back “put our name to it” Amira said “then they will come to us for protection. The will want to work for you, we take out the main people. I think Myles is right” nodding my head “this is why I fuck with y’all” I said “you getting soft, I know why. It’s Sofia, but bringing Crips in this, it would be a threat constantly, they will know how we move. We do this, we go on holiday like Myles said” I was trying to be calm about this “once Wheezy moves here, we need to plan with Ethan. Amira are you happy to do this? We will protect you” she nodded her head “Isabella, you just support her. But police know you so stay away but behind the scenes. That is fine, and. If you could, keep this here, that includes Sofia” I don’t want her to know.

That boy of mine, I could just slap him. Not because of what he does but because he never once told me about this, he thinks a weekend would help. I am also angry he went out, I told him already to stay here. These two are not the babies I saw before, I don’t like it and Sofia said she would be back but is upstairs but I don’t want to be too much in her face, that is not me. What if she don’t want me to know, I will just sit back and step in when I need too, I will do what Cassius wants me to do and make sure she is healthy. I don’t know what that boy sees, as soon as I laid my eyes on her I jus saw it, she was chubbier before that. What can I do, what can mother do. Walking over to the kitchen, it’s nice to see she does what I do. She sets up, she has all her things prepped for food tonight but I want to eat out “do you need a drink?” I turned around to Sofia “oh no baby, I am just being nosey” that is just me “I was going to make us some chicken and potato roti, but you said you want to eat out” I smiled “nice to now my son gets fed but what do you want?” Sofia shrugged “I just make what ever I feel and then I do eat” she says eat but I don’t think she does eat like she says, I mean she has lost weight.

“Tuh” shaking my head “Jasmine, your dad is capable of cooking. Tell him if I have to call him I will be angry” this daughter of mine “but he told me to clean?” Jasmine said, sounded ever so disgusted “and? I may spoil you but I am not there. Jasmine, you help your dad, how is Bryce? Is that why you called me? To say dad asked you to do things?” I swear this girl is spoilt “well yeah, come on mom. I have to go out” I sighed out “Jasmine, listen to me. What did I exactly say to you? Without you being spoilt, tell me” I can hear my baby Bryce in th background, he is not crying so that is a good thing “to help dad, ok fine but can you tell dad that I do want to go out tonight. He said I can’t. I am like twenty one, so yeah?” Carnell for you “I will tell him, you just do what I said to you. You kids need to move on” drive me crazy “when I find a man that wants me, Bryce is ok. Dad and Josiah are entertaining. Dad isn’t that bad you know” I am glad to know “is Cassius there? Tell him can I come? Fly me out” last person Cassius would want here “maybe next time, love you and be good” disconnecting the call before she says “when your kids grow up they get worse, you know I always thought they get better. It doesn’t” placing my phone down “more demanding?” even I don’t like this Sofia, she should be glowing “that too but they my kids and I do it for them, same with Cassius. I do it for him” the room fell awfully quiet “he erm, he called me here and I truly thought it was just to see you both but. I see” I paused “I see my son running out of the home, and I see you here not looking well. I have always said to you that I am here for you” this is hard for me to like even bring up something I don’t know much about.

I need to gather my words “I have told you that you will always be a daughter to me, you are family to me. I have said it to Cassius, I said to him that I don’t want to hear it from you, I want speak to Sofia. Men are annoying, I am the same with Carnell. Boy am I happy when he leaves, but I am also happy when he comes back and I tell you Sofia, I have kept things away from him and the person I speak too was my mother, I can’t now but she was the person I went too. And I tell you something, she didn’t like Carnell, she would be like Monique. That man is too hard headed, he is too rough for you. You’re young and stupid, maybe she was right but then I wouldn’t have had my kids. What I am trying to say is that, we have that person we go too. And my son, he is stupid. I mean he is not cut up to be all feelings. He goes mom, I thought loving her would work, he doesn’t understand that us girls. We go through things and sometimes we need that moment where we go to mom and say, I need help. I don’t go to Carnell everytime, but he is there if I need him. I am sorry that Grace isn’t there for you, and I feel like just like Cassius you was dragged up to be grown, and I also get that Sofia. I have been through shit, I have told you. If I can be that person for you then I am here but if my son is the person, then you need to open up to him” Cassius would walk in like he has accomplished something “shall we go and eat” this boy of mine.

I think we have got plans, we got things ready to plan besides the fact I may not get married “you ran off again” my mom said walking over to me “I had something on?” is she real “no Cassius, you got something on here. In this house, this is where you need to be. Everything is not about business, stop this” what does she want from me “mom, I have told you. I have shit I got to do! I have a fucking business to run! People to fucking feed! You know how many people lives I am playing with because she wants to be awkward. I have tried and you come at me?” is my mom being real “lower your tone, not everyone can be like you Cassius. This girl is really deperessed and you are being something worthless, I get you never wanted a female in your life, well you have now. You keep your business out that fucking door, this home, this is what comes first. What I tell you about this, you are losing fucking touch, get a grip. You don’t consider feelings because you don’t care, I don’t know how Sofia made you even care in the first place. Why am I here telling you this? You wanted me here and I am here, now you think with your brain. You consider her feelings Cassius, oh my god. You don’t know her, you showed her the man that never saved her. Imagine if that was you” I can rely on my mom to ruin my mood “she prayed for her father to save her and that is sad mom, I get it but why shut me out?” I am not understanding “because she met her past, if that was me and I said men wanted me at nine I would be the same” nodding my head, I just don’t understand.

I do feel bad, with what my mom has said I feel a little guilty, but I have been feeling this way but it’s like she don’t want me. I have all this love for her but it’s a disntant thing, even in bed. We cuddle and we don’t do that, it’s like becaue I am already annoyed even her snoring annoys me and usually I wouldn’t care. I miss Sofia, I miss the love I guess. I will try again, but I did feel that and I did feel like, well I do now feel like I am losing her “sorry, I am here now” she took her sweet time “you look beautiful” I complimented, my mom smiled at me saying that “thank you, I need to buy some new clothes. They are getting tight on me” pulling my top down ad I got up “it’s fine, you look good. You need to set up something, Amira misses you. Y’all can go shopping or something” I am going to try again but I personally feel like I have done nothing too wrong, I really haven’t “oh did you see them?” nodding my head “let’s go” I am so hungry right now, I would have preferred Sofia cooking but my mom ruined that.

I really need to fix the panel, I only remember when I sit in this car “who did this?” Sofia asked “oh erm, it was Myles. We was joking and he did it by mistake” I lied, I ain’t about to say I did that shit. Me and my temper can get the better of me, my phone started ringing and thank you god it is not Samuel. I need to stop connecting my phone to the car but it is Raphael, answering the phone call “what’s good Raph?” he barely rings me “I bought myself a new Chateau, one of my girlfriends live there. Money is power Cassius, also envy. I could kiss you” I sniggered “I don’t do that now, I don’t roll that way. You called to tell me that?” least he is happy “I guess you heard, he is causing issues for you I hear too” clearing my throat “I am driving, I have my family in the car. But it’s nothing I can’t handle, I would contact you if I need too. You just keep on loving life” clearly that is him “I want you to love life, you make money and you don’t have fun. Many of girls you can buy” this guy is a loss cause “doesn’t buy you loyalty, that shit come for free. I am good over here, you can afford to do that. I came from nothing, we don’t have that luxury but I got to go. Speak soon, and don’t drug yourself too much” disconnecting the call “Cassius he seems stupid” my mother said straight away “I don’t need him, I need his portfolio. If he dies, so be it. I can still do my shit under Clover Club. I am always planning mom, you know me” she ain’t raised no fool, I am far from that.

Walking behind Sofia to the resteraunt, another couple was coming out of the place but they held the door open for us. Placing my hand just on the crook of Sofia’ back as I closed the gap between us, it’s been a while since I have touched Sofia in any way “thank you” I said to the couple that held the door open “table for three my man” I said to the waiter “you not booked anything?” my mom spat “did you?” I retorted “I will take my heel off” she said through gritted teeth which made me laugh “relax, you always angry at me. Be nice, you mad chihuahua” I said laughing “I will show you chihuahua, stupid” the waiter waved us over “see, wasn’t that long was it?” being mad dramatic, I do hope the meal goes well for us both, well I hope Sofia enjoys herself either way.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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Weekly Rundown 10/21/18-10/26/18

Time to rundown what I’m watching, loving, hating and everything in between! Spoilers ahead! Full episode reviews and reactions are linked in the titles.

Daredevil Season 3

Just so y’all know - most nuns do not wear their habits in public anymore. It’s been that way since Vatican II, but TV refuses to catch up.

The action is amaaaaazing again. I love how Matt actually gets tired when he’s fighting.

I don’t want Matt to put that ugly Daredevil suit on again he looks ridiculous. Keep the black mask and call it a day.

I want Foggy to propose very badly. I need a Foggy wedding in Season 4.

Is there any particular reason why Karen didn’t haul ass to Frank’s Punisher lair when her life was in danger and Matty Mcbrown eyes was off Daredeviling an existential crisis? That’s where I’d go.

Matt refusing to ask the other Defenders help because “it’s not their fight” is the stupidest reason ever.

Arrow (“The Longbow Hunters”)

It is a bit creepy when Stan says, “I bet a guy like that would do anything to keep his family safe.” Maybe Stan is a nuthouse, but leave me to my dream for now.

Is it me or did Yorke look older than 40? 1978????

Deputy Director Bell is evil. Calling it now.

The Longbow Hunters don’t actually use bows. This is a twist I did not see coming.

Bl*ck S*ren can’t lawyer worth a damn, but she can wear a suit.

“Stay behind me.” That was oddly hot Rene. I’m wildly uncomfortable that I find you attractive right now, but it is what it is.

Rene: Been back in town a week and you’re already sneaking out of A.R.G.U.S. behind Papa Dig’s back? I’m so proud.

Felicity: Thanks man.

This whole exchange was delightful and not remotely derogatory like “Blondie.” THY NAME IS CHARACTER GROWTH.

“Grab your balls Curtis, we’re going in.” If the Rene character only exists to say this one line of dialogue then it was worth it.

Why didn’t BS and Dinah go after the Longbow Hunter? What is up with allowing all these criminals to run away at a moderately brisk pace and our people acting like they can’t catch them? They are called legs! Move your ass!  

BITCH YOU BETTER NOT STEP ON THAT PHOTO!!!!!!!

Legends of Tomorrow  (“The Virgin Gary”)

Legends Season 4 premiere is fantastic and full of all the hi-jinks I’ve missed over hiatus.

“Speaking of the same old crap isn’t that what he did last year?”Legends gets points for acknowledging that Wally gets the storyline shaft a lot.

When you are officially a hero the time bureau gives you a medal, but I was more excited about the balloons.

It would be super weird if the Legends spent more than a day in 2018.

Remember when Oliver asked Sara to move in with him and she went running screaming in the other direction? It all worked out because Sara knew he was really in love with Felicity. I’m just saying she’s come a looooong way.

I want to be clear about one thing and it’s not up for debate. Ready? The best thing about Legends is Mick. It’s always Mick. That is all.

OMG NATE’S FATHER IS BIFF FROM BACK TO THE FUTURE?????!!!!!!!! THIS IS SPECTACULAR CASTING!!!

Manifest “Connecting Flights”

It was nice to fill in the back story of the characters left behind after the plane went missing, however the show is starting to lose my attention. I need more movement on these character relationships. Manifest is hitting a lot of the same notes week after week.

This Is Us (“Toby”)

Randall is going ahead with the city council job? Are they independently wealthy Does no one have to work?

Baby Toby is the cutest.

Holy crap is this how in vitro really works? It’s so friggin expensive and no guarantees. Wow, my sympathies to all those who have gone through this excruciating process.

Randall unbuttoning his shirt is all the reason I need to vote for him. Done deal. 

Toby used his wonderful sense of humor to cheer up his depressed Mom. Ugh my heart.

But for real though sometimes you need just “one damn day.” #MomLife

Three hours to get ready Kate? Just as an FYI - that’s all over when you have a baby. You’ll be lucky to get a shower.

Miguel carried a piano up stairs to cheer Rebecca up. That’s love.

“There’s so much of her in you it scares me.” THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU SAY TO YOUR CHILD ASSHOLE.

A+ on the prom dresses. Absolutely what I wore in high school. We were fashionista slaves in the late nineties.

Kate’s impression of Adele is dead on.

Miguel tries so hard. He’s just trying to keep his promise to Jack.

Rebecca is such an amazing mom. Kate doesn’t give her nearly enough credit.

KATE IS PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Rookie (Pilot” and “Crash Course”)

I really loved The Rookie. I typically don’t hate procedurals, but this one has surprised me thus far. It’s fast paced, so it held my attention more. I hope it stays that way. 

I love how it is the rookies versus the training officers. It fills my Rookie Blue void.

I am not invested in any ships yet. I am not buying the romance between Nolan and Lucy so far. I actually think Lucy has more chemistry with Bradford and Nolan with the Captain.

A Million Little Things (“Friday Night Dinner” and “The Game of Your Life”)

I want to love this show, but they are making it next to impossible. I hate cheating storylines in any show. It’s one of the main reasons I quit watching Shonda Rhimes’ shows because she is unable to write one without including adultery. Arrow’s original love story revolved around cheating and was an absolute mess. It feels like a lazy way to inject drama. This cheating storyline between Eddie and Delilah is making two characters who are otherwise very likable extremely unlikable. 

Instead of jettisoning this plot into the atmosphere where it belongs and never speaking of it again, A Million Little Things is double down on it.  Delilah is pregnant! Oh wonderful, now we get to play “Who’s the Daddy?” for several weeks.

Apparently, the writers come from The Fl*sh school of writing. Characters can only be mad at other characters for one episode. All the friends found out about Eddie and Delilah’s affair and the very next week they are sitting down to pizza. It’s at Delilah’s house and Eddie’s wife Katherine comes too because FRIENDS. No. Just no.

Instead of being angry at Eddie and Delilah, the friends make excuses for them. Regina’s conversation with Delilah turned into a huge “I didn’t see your pain” apology, which is flat out ridiculous. What Delilah did was so off the charts wrong there is no excuse for it. If you are in pain see a therapist. It’s not an excuse to cheat on your husband. Also, Regina you are not to blame for Delilah lying to everyone for over two years. 

Gary, who has been the angriest, decides he’s being too hard on Eddie (ya know by actually holding him accountable for his actions) and lets Eddie move in with him after his wife finally kicked him out. Are you freaking kidding me with this? I was already mildly irked at Gary for giving Delilah a free pass, but I understood his reasoning because her husband just jumped off a building. She has been punished quite a lot. But Eddie? I think we could muster a couple episodes of anger towards Eddie.

The writers attempted drum up sympathy for Delilah by shining a little light on her seemingly perfect marriage with Jon. It’s not really perfect, but what marriage is? Jon was short with Delilah during a family dinner. He took a phone call from work and snapped, “Everything I do is for this family.” What a bastard. Of course, that is reason enough for Delilah to jump into bed with Eddie, her husband’s best friend. GIVE. ME. A. FRIGGIN. BREAK. If my husband slept with someone else every time I was cranky with him, he’d have a harem.

So, on top of being suicide apologists, the writers are adding cheating apologists. There is no reason to cheat. It’s just mean. Nobody has put a gun to your head. If you want out of your marriage you march to an attorney’s office and file for divorce. Not sure if you want a divorce? Then go to counseling. But cheating, under any circumstances, is wrong. It’s cruel and selfish. It’s trying to have your cake and eat it too. A Million Little Things trying to excuse away Eddie and Delilah’s heinous behavior is almost as bad as the cheating itself. Trying to make suicide and cheating okay with excuses is dangerous behavior. I AM NOT A FAN.

Stray Thought - on what planet is a school program presented in the middle of the freaking day? What kind of ridiculous school do Eddie and Katherine send their son to?

Blindspot (“The Quantico Affair”) 

Zapata has a very interesting running stride. Sorry I was in cross country. That stuff interests me

Roman saying "He knows. This is it. Kill him" underscores the dramatic tension.

I’m gonna need someone on Team Blindspot to pick up on Remi's side eye. Y'all are FBI agents for goodness sake.

I don't actually know what Patterson's name is, but I feel confident it is not Lisa.

I think Martin Gero saw me write "Where is Patterson's storyline?" in my last review. I could have opted for patience, but complaining loudly via written word felt like a better plan. 

Hey watch the condemnation Remi aka Jane aka double secret agent who told so many lies I can't keep it straight anymore.

OMG Rich not explaining how the tattoo was solved is the best thing ever. PLEASE DO THIS EVERY WEEK

I wanna talk about the Book of Secrets mostly because Rich calls it the Book of Secrets.

Hahaha. Her one night stand showed up at work. This is how Meredith and McDreamy began. I highly recommend elevator scenes too.

One night stand boy is Weitz's nephew. IT. JUST. GOT. BETTER

Sure Madeline come on in and check out our super secret tattoo murder board.

"Thundercats ho!" OMG was that an ad lib?

Totally ship Patterson and this dude. I should probably learn his name.

Somebody tell Rich about the one night stand. Pleeeeeeeease.

I'm not calling him Lincoln. He shall be known as "Slab of Man-Ham" forevermore.

Patterson and Rich are the perfect work wife/husband team. Remember Rich is the work wife

How does Weitz maintain employment? This may be the greatest of all Blindspot's mysteries.

Of course "Jane" and Weller are on the train Weitz. IT'S THEIR JOB. Seriously someone get this dude a DVD of #Blindspot S1-S3

Patterson girl, Jane is never that cranky with you when she's diffusing bombs. SOMEBODY NOTICE PERSONALITY CHANGES PLEASE!!!

"You're new here." ALL KNEEL TO PATTERSON.

#daredevil #arrow #this is us #legends of tomorrow #a million little things #blindspot #weekly rundown reviews #weekly rundown

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Reaction To: You Being Shipped With Another Member

S T R A Y   K I D S   R E A C T I O N   T O:  You being shipped with another member of the group

(gifs not mine)

Set Up: You’re publicly good friends with all of the boys, and although you have a great relationship with all of them as well as the fans, you’re in a romantic relationship with (member’s name). The fans don’t know about your relationship, but they begin to speculate you’re dating one of the members. The only problem is- they start shipping you with the wrong member.

Genre: Fluff?? with a light smattering of angst whoops

Chan: When rumors started circulating on social media that you were in a relationship with Hyunjin, the cool and collected leader inside this young man would absolutely evaporate. It isn’t that he wouldn’t trust you, but I think he’d be wounded by the fact that the rest of the world didn’t see him as a worthy match for you. Despite the fact that he’s usually a pretty straight forward person, Chan would stay silent on the matter, laughing awkwardly if it was brought up and doing his best to casually make sure you never stood beside Hyunjin in any public outings or appearances in the future. He’d probably also start openingly flirting with you more, trying to show the fans that he could be a good pair with you as well- more so than his dongsaeng. He’d want the fans to ship the two of you avidly before coming out to the public about your relationship.

“Oppa/Hyung, what’s wrong?”

*sighing softly as he tried not to sound too agitated, debating whether or not to make a big deal about the situation*

“Oppa/Hyung’s fine, Jagi. And I love you a lot, you know that, right? I love you a lot…”

Minho: Jisung would be the one to make a teasing remark towards Minho when he heard gossip floating around the fandom that you were in a relationship with him rather than your actual boyfriend. Minho would have to ask him to repeat what’d he’d said, and would be on his phone scanning through articles and blog posts immediately afterwards to confirm that what Jisung has said was true. It isn’t that Minho would feel threatened or insecure in your relationship, but there’s no doubt in my mind he’d be pissed. He wouldn’t go overboard, but he wouldn’t hesitate to make his feelings towards the gossip known. He wouldn’t feel much of a need to clear the rumors himself, he knew they’d disappear eventually and neither of you had planned on going public with your relationship yet- but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t ask that Jisung publicly deny the dating rumors between the two of you. Just because the fans didn’t know about your relationship, didn’t mean he wanted them assuming you were dating anyone else. 

*playful as you bat your eyelashes because you knew the rumors had bothered him*

“O-ppa/Hyung, what’s so bad about the fans thinking I’m dating Jisung-ah?”

*looking over at you in agitation and speaking lowly, knowing you’re purposefully trying to get a reaction out of you*

“Yah, don’t say things like that, Jagiya. You’re with me…”

Changbin: When Changbin saw a poll on on a fan’s Twitter page asking the fandom who they shipped you with the most, and the vote was overwhelmingly Seungmin, Changbin’s initial reaction was more laughter than anything else. The fact that the fan’s didn’t see the two of you as a perfect match wouldn’t really bother him or shake his confidence in the fact that you cared about him most. The members would find it pretty hilarious, and they’d probably tease him about how Seungmin might be swooping in to steal you- but Changbin would just let it roll of his back. He knew you were close with all the members and had a good friendship with Seungmin, so it was understandable that the fans would pick up on that and assume it meant something more. It’d honestly probably bother Seungmin that he was involved in the rumor more than it would Changbin- but nevertheless he’d reassure his dongsaeng that it was all in good fun and that he wasn’t bothered by it. If you brought it up to him the two of you would more than likely just laugh it off.

*teasingly*

“Yah- didn’t you see, Binnie? According to Twitter I’m leaving you for Seungminnie.”

*laughing, he’d shake his head, shoving you playfully*

“Have fun with that Jagi, I doubt he could handle you.”

Hyunjin: Seeing you shipped so consistently with the maknae of the group rather than him would be unsettling to Hyunjin to say the least. He wouldn’t exactly be pissed, but I think he’d get really irritated whenever it’d get brought up or joked about by the other members, especially if Jeonjin teased him about it. He’d worked so hard to get you to see him as more than a friend and agree to go out in the first place- the fact that everyone assumed you’d fallen for Jeonjin instead got on his nerves. I think he’d put in even more effort than usual to stand out to you and look his very best. If he saw you laughing or having a casual conversation with Jeonjin he wouldn’t hesitate to join the conversation until he could manage to pull you away. He’s not a confrontational person, and deep down he’d know they were just silly rumors that he should have expected when the two of you decided to keep your relationship private, but that wouldn’t stop him from getting in a foul mood if he saw something about the rumors online, or if one of the members teased him about it.

*lovingly, as you watch him get ready backstage before a big performance*

“Hyunjin don’t be mad, you shouldn’t go on stage mad, baby.”

*focusing on his cuffs as he replies sternly without looking at you*

“Focus on me when we perform, Y/N. When I see you in the crowd watching only me, I’ll stop being mad.”

Jisung: Out of all the members, I think Jisung would be the most pissed by the fact that the fans saw you as more compatible with Felix than him. It especially wouldn’t sit well with him that out of all the members, the fans had picked Felix- as he’s particularly close to his dongseang of one day, and didn’t like the idea of you spending time with him now. Similar to Chan, It’s doubtful he’d bring it up since he wouldn’t like the idea of confrontation, or making either of you more uncomfortable than you already were- but nevertheless he’d get tensely silent and upset when the matter was joked about or mentioned at the dorm. Despite the fact that it agitated him, he wouldn’t be able to help himself when it came to scrolling through Twitter late at night, looking at edits and fan tweets supporting your rumored relationship with one of his closest friends. 

“Babe, is everything ok? You’ve been acting off lately.”

“I’m fine, Y/N…I don’t wanna talk about anything. Just…come here.”

*outstretching his arms and pulling you towards him protectively*

Felix: His confident, bubbly and outgoing nature wouldn’t translate when you casually mentioned to him that you’d seen a few posts online about you supposedly being in a relationship with Woojin. He wouldn’t be angry so much as upset and butt-hurt by the fact that they saw you as more suited to date the oldest hyung, rather than a member of the maknae line. Felix would begin to feel more self conscious as the rumor continued to circulate, wondering if he maybe needed to act more mature or nurturing towards others- and worrying that maybe the fans didn’t see him as being good boyfriend potential. He wouldn’t bring it up unprecedented, but if you mentioned it to him or asked him how he felt about the situation, he’d be honest and tell you that he felt a bit insecure about the whole thing. You’d do your best to ease his mind that you only loved him, and that it didn’t matter who other people thought you should be with, but nevertheless he’d try to demonstrate a more mature side of himself on livestreams and in interviews in hopes of showing the fans that he could be a good boyfriend to you as well.

“You know you’re the one I love, Felix. I don’t want any other guy.”

*nodding quietly without really hearing what you’re saying*

“mhmm.”

Seungmin: When an article splashed across kpop websites everywhere claiming that you and the leader of Stray Kids were allegedly in a secret relationship, Seungmin was the first to see them. While it was initially startling (and a little embarrassing needless to say) to the younger boy, he couldn’t help but sheepishly laugh about it when he showed the other members and you later that day. He wouldn’t necessarily be mad about it, but I think he’d feel a little insecure (similar to Felix). Unlike Felix, however, I think he’d address it pretty openly with everyone right away while showing you all the articles. The members would reassure him that you two were genuinely a great fit together, and Chan would more than likely pull him aside later to assure him privately that there’s no need to feel insecure about his relationship with you. After clearing the air with everyone he honestly wouldn’t let it bother him, and would be quick to let it go, unlike some of the other members.

*teasingly whiny*

“Nae sa-ranggg, you know I love you more than anyone, right?”

*slightly taken aback, blushing as he chuckles awkwardly, nodding*

“Aiishh, I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone…”

Jeongin: Jeongin would honestly probably find the entire thing hilarious. When all nine of the members and you were at the airport flying out to Hong Kong for MAMA’s, a few fan posters shipping you with Minho would catch Jeongin’s eye immediately, and he’d 100% make a big deal out of it in jest. It wouldn’t genuinely bother him, partially because he’d know you only had eyes for him, and partially because out of all the other members in the group you were probably the least close to Minho. He’d take your hand as you walked through the airport together, making fans shriek and cheer as they began to point and chant, making Jeongin giggle and blush as he gestured towards the posters. He’d probably smile and wave incessantly at the fans who had the posters shipping you with his hyung until they noticed the two of you together and lowered their signs. Slightly flustered and embarrassed, you’d bury your face in his chest as you walked hand in hand, the other members taking notice of your public display together and laughing to themselves.

*Giggling awkwardly as you push a stray strand of hair behind your ear*

“Bunnyyyy, you’re making me blush!”

*laughing happily as he admired how cute you were being about the whole thing*

“Jagi, they thought you were dating Minho hyung! I couldn’t help it!”

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