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mixtape-racha · 7 months

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lost in reality | han jisung

☆ part 5/8 of the 5 seconds of stray kids series ☆

words: 1.70k // warnings: college boy!jisung, basketball player!jisung, rivals to more, sunwoo makes an appearance, angst, suggestive

he had you pinned against a locker, a world of emotions you couldn’t understand swirling in his dark eyes. you couldn’t believe after all these years, han jisung was in the same sticky situation as you.

“i can’t escape you anywhere, even in my dreams. what have you fucking done to me, y/n l/n?”

from the moment you met han jisung, you hated him. you weren’t 100% sure why, but if his his arrogant nature and cocky attitude wasn’t enough to finalize your decision, the way he broke your best friend’s heart was. he was a prick, and you weren’t about to sit back and let him be the student tyrant of the college, running around using people to make himself look better and breaking the hearts of every woman he laid eyes on. he needed knocking off his pedestal, and you were happy to be the one to do it.

he, on the other hand, thought you were pretty. he still did, he wasn’t blind, but he thought you seemed nice at first. he truly wanted to get along with you, to reach out and form a friendship, but it backfired on him big time. for some reason, the second he approached you, you had looked at him in disgust. like he was a monster. like he had personally offended you. you shut down his words quicker than he started talking, and told him if he ever spoke to you again, you’d punch him. it confused him, and he quickly assumed you were just a bitch.

but, oh god, to make it worse, the pair of you ended up pitted against each other at every academic opportunity there was. your test scores meant you were the highest student at the college? jisung’s matched yours. jisung wanted to be student president, and spent 6 weeks planning the perfect campaign? well, so did you, and he would certainly have a fight on his hands. even down to auditioning for the winter musical, or planning field trips for your respective societies. it was exhausting, and only fuelled your hatred for each other.

so when you approached him at a party, telling him with nothing but seriousness in your eyes, that you wanted him to fuck you silly, he was slightly surprised. he wasn’t expecting it at all, but he would be a fool if he didn’t accept - so he did. thats how your arrangement began. when you woke in his bed the next morning, his soft cock still inside of you, at first you were horrified. but then you realized just how satisfying it was, and proposed to jisung that you come to each other for stress relief when you needed it.

the rules were simple: neither of you stayed after you fucked, you were both free to see other people, and no one was to know about your arrangement. simple, right?

and it was going fine. finals season meant the pair of you fucking like rabbits. just like basketball season for jisung, and theater show season for you. it worked, and you were satisfied. sure, you were fucking other guys here and there, just like you were sure jisung was fucking other girls, but it was relieving to be fucking a guy who could actually make you cum.

but the problem was his attitude towards you outside of the bedroom. sure, you both agreed that no one was to know, and if you both became best friends overnight people would be suspicious. but somehow his behavior towards you had got… worse. he ignored you in public, even if you were alone. around people - god, he basically treated you like you were shit on the bottom of his shoe. it was confusing, and overwhelming, and slowly you felt yourself distancing yourself from him.

not responding to his advances when he asked you to come over, disregarding his existence when you saw him around campus. surely, no matter what distaste you two held towards each other, he didn’t really see you the way he acted? you’d even overheard him shitalking you to his friends in the asb classroom before your allocated student council meeting. you’d turned straight around that day, opting to go to the nurse’s office and feign sickness than face him after what you’d heard him saying.

“(y/n)? nah, she’s too far up her own ass. i wouldn’t even go there for a quick fuck.”

“have you seen her, man? she acts like she’s better than everyone else. she’s such an entitled bitch, it makes me sick.”

“she’s not even hot. no, for real. i’ve seen dogs better looking than her.”

tears brimmed in your eyes as the nurse dismissed you and allowed you to go back to your dorm for the remainder of the academic day. you made him sick, huh? not pretty enough, too entitled? how was this the same jisung that you had begging to let him cum inside of you just two nights prior? the same jisung that told you you were the prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on? or was that all just words so he could keep getting in your pants? maybe you were an easy lay. maybe thats all you meant to him.

so, you stood your ground. you no longer hooked up with him, didn’t even interact with him. as far as you were concerned, he no longer existed. you didn’t need his dick inside you, and you certainly didn’t need his presence in your life. instead, you fueled your rage into beating him at his own game - studying harder, pushing further, leaving him shaking in the dust of the pace you were hitting grade targets at.

in all honesty, you didn’t even see him properly again until a frat party almost a month later. your friends had dragged you along, claiming that you needed to let loose instead of holding yourself up in your room all the time. you tried to protest as much as possible, until one of them let slip that sunwoo would be there. sunwoo was known as the campus fuck boy - only interested in hookups or one night stands, and someone who infuriated jisung to no end. you didn’t know, or want to know, what their beef was, but you knew he would be the perfect way to get under jisung’s skin. sunwoo tried to flirt with you a lot, anyway, so it should have been a walk in the park.

and at first it was. you found the boy in question very easily, offering him a drink and reciprocating his flirting easily. you danced with him, swaying your hips against him in an almost hypnotizing way. you caught eyes with jisung across the room from where he was standing with a few of his friends - the one present during his previous bitchfest about you - and look away as if you hadn’t even seen him. in all honesty, you didn’t know why you cared so much. you just knew you wouldn’t let him get away with talking shit about you that easily.

sunwoo was quick to drag you off the dance floor and back into the kitchen, offering to make you a drink while you hopped up on the side, your short skirt fluttering as you did. you graciously accepted, needing as much alcohol as you could get considering how packed the frat house was. it was then that jisung walked into the kitchen, just as sunwoo put his hands on your bare thighs and asked if he could kiss you. you didn’t even think before you nodded, pulling him between your legs by his shirt and slotting your lips together messily.

you heard jisung scoff from behind sunwoo, before the tell-tale sloshing of alcohol that told you he was making a drink. almost as soon as the kiss started, sunwoo pulled away, peppering kisses across your neck as he grasped your hips tightly.

“come back to mine, yeah? we should get out of here, do something fun.”

at that jisung scoffed again, louder this time, causing you and sunwoo both to look over at him - sunwoo confused, you pissed off.

“she can’t, actually. we have an asb meeting at 7 tomorrow, and they want us - the student council presidents - to go now and set up the meeting room.”

“really?” sunwoo asked, looking back at you with furrowed brows. “at 11 at night? damn, well maybe next time, yeah, pretty girl?”

with that he stepped back, a final pat on your thighs as he waved to jisung and left the kitchen. you, on the other hand, were furious. you didn’t even hesitate before you hopped off of the counter and dragged jisung out of the back door by his shirt collar. luckily for you, the garden was empty.

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you, han?” you cried, anger filling your words. “what, if you can’t have me, no one else can? you’re sick.”

he seemed confused by your outburst, and maybe a little embarrassed that you were calling him out on his lie to sunwoo. but nonetheless, he persisted.

“any reason you’ve been completely blanking me, huh? or are you that much of a slut that you’ll hop onto any man available.”

he looked so cocky and proud of himself that you had to wipe the expression off of his face any way you could. deep down, he was hoping you’d take the bait and kiss him so you could both fuck your anger out on each other, so he was flabbergasted when your hand made contact with his cheek. you’d slapped him. and you were on the verge of tears. he was even more confused now, not knowing how to approach the situation now.

“fuck you, han jisung. i heard everything you said about me to your little friends in the asb room. if i make you so sick - you know, being so entitled and so far up my own ass - why are you so set on me not fucking anyone else now i’m not talking to you.”

he seemed shocked by your words, but you didn’t let him respond before you continued.

“i’m stepping down from the student council. i’m not doing it if i have to deal with you,” you spat the words out, making him flinch slightly. “get fucked, jisung. i hope you're proud of yourself. finally top student now, huh?”

and with that you stormed away, leaving him alone in the garden to contemplate his actions, and release he may have lost one of the best things he ever had.

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Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh

CHRISSY APPRECIATION DAY ↳ hellcheer edition ♡

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The type of night that's arrived, it's incredibly blessed. The one that the world wants from afar He's right next to me

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Nick & Lawrence Mixtape

Ever since June wreaked havoc in Lawrence’s household in season 3, he’s been hanging with our boy Nick. Welcome one and all to the season 4 and 5 Gilead Boss mix

Thank you for your service to Gilead.

Thanks to June’s shenanigans, Lawrence is now due to be executed, Gilead has politely sent Nick Blaine to say “Thanks ever so” before the final curtain call, but unwittingly they’ve also sent Lawrence his exit strategy. Nick may be crafty, but Lawrence is a true strategist. He’s a brilliant psychoanalyst, who took all of 3 seconds to realize Blaine was in love with Osborne and that there was no way on God’s green earth, that baby was Fred’s.

Nick had the audacity to hook up with a Handmaid, is sporting a rebellious streak a mile wide and yet SOMEHOW he’s still alive. It’s obvious to Lawrence that Blaine’s extremely cunning and very, very useful. Lawrence is a cynical and astute political animal, soaked in Teflon, with more lives than a cat. He’s the quick witted, dodgy “friend” who talks you into all manner of shit. While he conceived Gilead he’s not really responsible for the ritualistic bullshit that seems to have been constructed out of his theories. As a result he greets any of it with utter disdain, and it is this same hatred for the religious ceremony of Gilead that Lawrence can sense in Nick Blaine.

At first Nick appears compliant and servile but when nudged in his June Osborne Achilles Heel, Lawrence is surprised to find how malleable and resourceful the young commander can be. Blaine turns up touting not only a free ticket out of death row for Lawrence, but also a chance to regain his previous powers.

Lawrence realizes immediately what June always knew; Blaine is an invaluable ally masquerading as nothing more than the resident “fetch and carry”. These two immediately set up an enchanting marriage of convenience in which much political back scratching may take place. For the next 2 seasons we remained glued to our screens as we watched Lawrence use Blaine’s deadly abilities to precisely maneuver pieces across the board, pulling himself out of the noose and all the way back up to the top.

She is never coming back to you.

“You’re getting very comfortable here” Nick says to Lawrence, it’s not just his house that he’s referring to, it’s also his somewhat apathetic acquiescence with the powers that be. “She changed you, she changed me” Nick says reminding Lawrence of the newfound purpose that June brought them both. Here we see a bit of a battle of wits with Lawrence trying to convince Nick, June has lost her value now and Nick not so subtly threatening to kick Lawrence out of his house and possibly back to the chopping block, if he doesn’t save her life. While Lawrence thinks it’s “nice to want things”, Blaine isn’t playing; he wants what he wants and he fully intends to get it. “You owe me”, Blaine states not once but twice, refusing to be denied.

Here in the dim light, Lawrence and Nick strike a deal that echoes throughout season 4 and 5. Lawrence has already realized he simply needs to push the June Osborne button and the resourceful young commander will do exactly as he’s bid. Conceding to Blaine’s demands to merely keep June alive, is a small price to pay for what he knows is Nicks lasting loyalty.

“She is NEVER coming back to you, why would she?” Lawrence says. There’s a deep connection between Nick and June of liberty and rebellion and here Lawrence tries to convince Nick that freedom has forgotten him and it’ll be better for everyone if he just gets comfy right where he is. Let’s give credit where credit is due, throughout season 4 and 5 Lawrence almost gets away with it. As intelligent as Nick may be, he is consistently emotionally vulnerable and it makes him easy prey. There’s part of me that wants to believe that Lawrence isn’t entirely opportunistic, he’s been uncomfortably close to the noose because of June and there’s no doubting he’s kind of got a soft spot for Nick, at least enough to want better than a sharp drop at the end of a rope for the young commander. As a result Lawrence suggests he move on, and Nick having lost hope, gets married. Lawrence may have the best of intentions, and his observation that June’s love “fucks people up” is not entirely wrong, but let’s face it ultimately he has got to go.

In Fred’s absence Nick is sorely missing the father figure he constantly craves and without June he’s feeling somewhat lost. Conveniently Lawrence has become a tad lonely ever since June departed his gloomy abode, and consequently he takes Nick under his wing like some kind of cuddly Darth Vader. Despite the illusion of a buddy comedy gone Gilead, the reality was that this relationship signified Nick’s deepening commitment to Gilead and the widening chasm between himself and June. Lawrence, the Architect of Gilead encourages Blaine to set up a new life complete with a house in the burbs, a compliant Gilead wifey who lives to knit and make coffee, and a leg up in government. It’s the peaceful home Blaine always wanted, always searched for and yet, there’s something not quite right. It’s nothing but a cheap illusion, a mere shadow at best, and despite his best efforts to assimilate, he aches for his true family.

I’m constantly watching Blaine cling to a compromise, ANY answer no matter how painful, that doesn’t involve inconveniencing June’s life. Here we see him try and inevitably fail once again.

Would your heart glow?

Here they’ve come straight from a meeting where Lawrence did his darndest to secure a cease fire and get some aid to the border, naturally he was shocked to find that Nick didn’t help him out with that one. Lawrence is a touch miffed, and as a consequence it earns Nick a nice dry as fuck pay out to let him know that he’s been a wee bit cold blooded, and maybe, just maybe he’s not as smart as he thinks he is. Lawrence’s cute, cutting quip also made light of Nicks deep affection for June, casting it instead as nothing more than a school boy crush. As usual Laurence is being a bit mouthy here and he definitely knows that’s not the case, but his point is valid: The Eyes don’t see everything.

If Nick thinks that he’s got a beat on June’s whereabouts by simply relying on them as a source, Lawrence is here to tell him he’s sadly mistaken; his devotion to her is not some sort of psychic GPS. “Very funny” Nick replies with some well-earned derision, but as we all know he’s constantly making mental notes and he promptly follows up by checking with his Mayday contacts. She’s in Chicago and he didn’t have a fucking clue, worse still is that in no time at all Lawrence has made a deal that involves Nick having to bomb it, with no guarantees she or ANY of the refugees seeking aid will actually survive. Nick does his best to side step this one but it’s to no avail, and he’s left looking like he’s about to return his breakfast to the desk in front of him. It’s Commander Putnam in particular who sticks the boot in here, forcing him to get a wriggle on and bomb his girlfriend and a bunch of innocent civilians. Blaine’s chillingly precise look and almost audible mental note, made me wonder if it was primarily this that earnt Putnam that bullet in later episodes.

At least part of Nicks journey involves being a military commander and this was done precisely to demonstrate the progression from simple recruit to an aggressive higher power that can be manipulated for the purposes of war and accumulation of power. Throughout the seasons we see Nick fulfill his commitments to Gilead with increasing reluctance, as he begins his journey from Gilead stooge to rebel fighter. It’s an awesome and complex journey that highlights personal growth and the desire to change in the face of great adversity. The bombing of Chicago is one of those moments that’s meant to illustrate Nick’s personal loss amongst the civilian casualties of war. “It’s the cost of doing business” Lawrence says to a sickened and cornered Blaine; the sacrifice of others for the greater good, or at least Lawrence’s version of it….even if it’s June.

I've been grooming Nick.

Technically a Lawrence and June moment but I’d like to take a moment and embellish on exactly what Lawrence had been up to. “I’ve been grooming Nick. Not sexually of course.” Lawrence says to a gob smacked June.

No shit. He’s convinced him to marry a nice girl in the burbs, back up his plot for New Bethlehem and be his personal assassin to get it done. Lawrence is a master manipulator, he wants what he wants, and Nick is simply no match for his human puppetry. As a reward for his continuing compliance, Lawrence assures Nick that he and June will be together again. Lawrence intends to get New Bethlehem completed, he likes to cover his bets and he knows that his best chips in this game are Nick and June. If he can get the young commander to back him he’s sure to have June getting cozy in New Bethlehem in no time. I’m sad to say that in S5 we nearly lost Blaine to the forces of Gilead, he simply lost hope when he “tried to let go” of June. In the dark he clings to the smallest ray of light, Lawrence’s dream for a better version of Gilead, some semblance of freedom.

I was never more conflicted about Lawrence than I was in S5, the moments of sheer manipulation of these two for his ultimate goal made me absolutely livid, but I also applauded his attempts to at least try to improve the cesspool that was Gilead. He was determined to “wrestle a better future from an unchangeable past”, but New Bethlehem wasn’t ENTIRELY just Lawrence attempt to make amends, it was also his best effort to “Kill off America once and for all” as Tuello astutely observed.

Audiences wondered why Nick would ask June to go along with Lawrence’s plan and actually go to New Bethlehem, the truth is he was fucking clueless. By this point he was so far under Lawrence’s sway, he couldn’t see the wood for the trees. He’d managed to convince him that it was some sort of Gilead version 2.0 that the UN would immediately embrace with open arms, in which Blaine could live happily ever after with the love of his life. June was devastated, but let’s face it how could she have known that Lawrence had turned Nick from “a puppy” into his lapdog over the last year. Lawrence had already admitted to June that he’d used religious nut jobs as a delivery system to save humanity, so it should have come as no surprise that he would use the two lovers to bring New Bethlehem to fruition. Many years ago Nick Blaine dug himself a hole and sadly he just kept digging. You want to “stay out of trouble” in Gilead, you’d best pick up a shovel. The way he saw it; June had a family who loved her, a family to return to, so he let her go and got settled in the pit. Nick and June’s meeting in 5 09 was one of those moments that made it painfully clear, not only how much Blaine loves her, but how desperately he needs her.

You could have killed her.

“It wasn’t my decision” Lawrence yelps at Nick as he takes a vicious right hook from the young commander. Personally I’m not sure if I believe him or not, suffice to say he knew about it, he did nothing to stop it, he purposefully hid it from Blaine, and MOST importantly, he should have known better. June has left a trail of dead commanders in her wake and it was only 10 episodes prior that she and Blaine dragged Fred into a forest to die. Usually I’d be giving Lawrence snaps for his intelligence but it was just one episode prior that June had officially “broken up” with Lawrence, with the understanding that they were “Never ever ever, getting back together”. This was a massive blunder. We’re 5 seasons in, because the plot demands it June’s basically unkillable and the word on the street is always, ALWAYS keep your fucking hands off June Osborn. It tends to make Blaine a tad bit grumpy.

Nick Blaine is, for all intents and purposes, a trained assassin obsessively in love with the mother of his child. Lawrence knew this, he’d just spent the better part of the last 2 seasons pushing Nick’s patented Osborne key whenever he wanted him to comply. Why the actual fuck did he think he’d get away with it? At the start of 5 10 we saw a massive red flag, a verbal tussle between the two about Osborne, it was clear; she was the rock that would break them apart. Up until that point he’d been compliant but now Blaine was starting to get that look in his eyes; deadly, detached, focused.

Stupidly Lawrence had recruited a bagman and assumed it would make him immune from getting very, very dead. Lawrence spent the entirety of S4 and 5 trying to set up a cushy life for Blaine, it even looked like he might be able to lure his precious June back for him, but it was all for naught. As Lawrence so eloquently put it “Gilead’s gonna Gilead” and despite his best efforts, ultimately it did. In Ep10 S5, Blaine strides unresponsive past his pregnant wife, striking his mentor on his wedding day in a room full of commanders, protesting June Osborn’s assassination attempt. This singular act is a violent and decisive rejection of Gilead’s guiding hand, its binding social contract, its hierarchy and its influence. It is one massively definitive statement, all condensed into the space of 10 seconds. This scene transported me all the way back to S1 when June cried incredulously to Nick that she couldn’t believe she told the Ambassador she was happy. “You’re being too hard on yourself, you were in a room full of commanders” he replies. June’s first act of rebellion is to share her true name with the other Handmaid’s and it is at that point that she share’s it with Blaine. It is here he takes his first small step as a rebel when he chooses to keep her secret and never use her slave name again.

This blow and his march across the border marks the final step in his journey to true rebellion. Where previously his loyalties had been somewhat divided, he now belongs completely and utterly to June and Mayday. Throughout the seasons Blaine has constantly displayed a need for guidance from a father figure and it’s been interesting to note how the personality of this father figure changes over time as his loyalties shift and he regains his freedom. Waterford is cold and brutal, conditioning Blaine to be servile and militant. Lawrence is a cunning, political animal, who tutors Blaine in the Machiavellian like maneuverings of the Gilead upper echelons. Ultimately though it is Tuello, the gentle diplomat who will teach Nick his individual worth and offer him sanctuary. Season 6, I can guarantee, the Nick / Lawrence bromance will officially be well and truly over.

Next time we'll be looking at our love triangle and character themes. See you then.

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15.02.24

#🤍🖤 <- his capt #these mans are my babygirls #fire mixtape dropping when #aun warit #parm pawarate #aunparm #playboyy the series #cast #thai actors #blmpff

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writingfics-passingtime · 1 year

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For the mixtape drabbles! She Keeps Me Warm (Mary Lambert) + Kate Bishop x reader? 🥺

I finally watched Hawkeye, just for you, anon! Thank you for this beautiful request 💜

Even If I Tried

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song prompt: She Keeps Me Warm

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader (no pronouns used)

Words: ~800

CWs: SFW. Some fluff and kissing. A near-kitchen fire.

You start swallowing the thick stench of something green, leafy and burning the moment you walk into your apartment. You drop your bag immediately and rush through the smoke-hazy air that’d settled in the front hall.

“Babe?” There’s an edge of nerves in your voice. Kate swears under her breath when she hears it and wonders if there’s any way to salvage- “What’s going on?”

Flying into the kitchen, waving a hand in front of your face to fend off the assault of burnt broccoli, you swan to the stove and take control of the situation. Kate steps back, starting to explain, “It’s- um, actually it’s supposed to be smoking like that because it’s uh… a flambé dish and-” she kicks herself when she sees your first move is to turn on the extractor fan above the stove, so she tries saying, “and you’re supposed to let the room fill with the aroma.”

You turn and raise an eyebrow, feeling a smirk begin to form. Instead, you hold it back. Just to see how far your girlfriend would dig herself into this whole. “You’re supposed to fill the room with the aroma?”

“Yes,” Kate seals her lips tight as she nods, obfuscating her glance as she so clearly bullshits on the spot. “This dish is all about creating atmosphere.”

“Atmosphere,” you repeat.

“It’s fine dining.”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Your smirk lets loose. The universe always has the best comedic timing.

“Shit,” Kate swears under her breath and rustles past you to climb on the counter and access the smoke alarm.

You call after her, “Is the sweet symphony of the smoke alarm part of the atmosphere?”

“It- how the hell- it is actually,” she continues flubbing her way through the explanation as she tries to find the button to turn the alarm off. While she’s sufficiently distracted, you turn all three of the burners off. They were all set to high, absolutely incinerating whatever the hell food this used to be.

She jumps down and lands expertly in front of you, standing with a false confidence before turning back to the stove. You see the flash of panic cross her eyes when she realises that this… fine dining was not salvageable.

“Kate…,” you start, placing a gentle hand on her upper arm.

She seals her lips and closes her eyes, as if she’s transporting herself to somewhere else, shaking her head furiously. You’re grinning now. “Kate,” you say again, and she screws up her face when she hears the humour in your voice. “Oh, babe,” you laugh and pull her close, beyond endeared at her denial as the food keeps sizzling in its own charred remains. Catching a glimpse at the recipe on her phone, you nuzzle your nose against the place behind her ear and tease, “Kind of a big step, going from hot pockets to this-”

“Oh, come on!” Kate grunts and tries to shrug you off, but you laugh and pull her closer. She pouts for a second or two. Then, completely called out with nowhere to escape, your beautiful yet culinarily-incapable girlfriend sighs in defeat. With a wince, she looks at the stove and then lets her forehead fall against your shoulder.

“The onions really stung my eyes.”

You grin wider and run a hand down her back. “I’ll kick their ass.”

“Mmm-already done,” she sniffs and looks at one of the pans that was filled with something at various stages of destruction, mumbling, “I showed them.” She turned back to you and started blurting out, “I wanted to do something nice for you because you’ve been working so hard and your mom said you had this a lot growing up so I thought it would be cute,” she gesticulates wildly, trying to defend herself while you just watched on, filling with a love so warm you could burst. “But, phew, let me tell you…” she looks back with wide eyes. “Broccoli burns fast. I mean you really gotta watch those suckers once they’re in the pan.”

She finally stops for air and looks at you for approval, forgiveness, assurance, all of it. As always, you give her everything.

“I love you,” you pour out in a single breath before kissing her lovingly, gripping both of her hips to pull her in close. When she kisses you back you can taste the smoky air on her skin, and it makes you smile.

“I’m-,” Kate pulls back and reaches for her phone. “Gonna order us a pizza.”

You circle her wrist and tug it away before slowly backing her against the counter, a safe distance away from anything hot. “Later,” you whisper against her mouth before once again savouring the taste of her blushing lips.

In the warm haze, she kisses you.

Until the smoke alarm goes off again.

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Crazy Train ↳ A Stranger Things Oc story

"Ben Hopper's life is going off the rails."

Ever since Benjamin Hopper was a little boy he was haunted by these dreams and after his sister died, it only got worse. It ended up getting to the point where his dad took him to the doctors to help get rid of them. It worked for a while but later in the year of 1983, Ben's dreams were back.

But they were different this time, instead of the nightmares he once saw, it was a girl with a shaven head and hospital gown. She said her name was Eleven but Ben called her El for short.

Ben decided to not tell his dad about the dreams starting up again because neither one of them could even be in the same room together without starting a fight.

And Ben felt like these 'dreams', El, needed to be a secret. Protected.

So, Ben spent all his time at his best friend, Jonathan Byers, place. But then...things with Jonathan started to get complicated as well.

Benjamin started having these feelings towards Jonathan and it scared him. It scared Ben that if he acted or confessed these feelings he would be entirely alone.

Ben decided it was easier to avoid his problems and pretend none of them were happening.

But, something happened in Ben's life he couldn't avoid or pretend away...Will Byers goes missing.

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halliescomut · 11 months

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KimChay MixTape Bonus chapter...sort of...

So this is the next (new) chapter of KimChay Mixtape. It's a fake article about WiK coming back to performing. But I wrote it and then I thought it would be fun to do a little mock-up and an hour later here we are.

You can read the chapter here: LINK (as that might be easier than trying to read the pics)

#KimChay MixTape #kim x chay #WiK #KImChay #KimChay fanart #does this count as fanart #idk #whatever #KP fanfic #KinnPorsche the series

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mojowitchcraft · 1 year

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I’m not much of a playlist person but I tried my best making a mixtape playlist for the new part of my Steddie series!

AO3 link to parts 1-5:

#steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steddie fic rec #shameless self promotion #stranger things fic rec #night drives series #ao3 weird witchcraft #mixtape #Steddie mixtape #80s mixtape #pinterest shuffles #mojowitchcraft wips

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tteokdoroki · 8 months

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free from capitalism!!! going to do some plotting and maybe write a hot guy hotline ask while i wait for my iPad to charge

#i also need to work on the graphics for tomorrow’s FINAL mixtape series #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

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sleepdeprivedphilosopher · 1 year

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snow for christmas was lovely! I swear every time simon calls baz babe I just melt. 💕 he does it so casually too! like you can tell he isn’t thinking about it. it’s just that’s his babe! ya know? what else is he going to call him lol

(spoilers under here)

ahhhhh they were so cute. but much as I enjoyed snow for christmas (and honestly all the other short stories were v cute too. I have a bias but I can admire cute relationships when I see em) it does disappoint me because now I just want more content lol

like give me more of baz showing his family who he is and no longer hiding behind a cold imitation of his father. like when simon was comparing how baz was last time he spent christmas with them and how baz is now you can really see how much baz has grown into himself and how proud simon is of him. gosh he loves him so much. they love each other so much. ahhh I miss them

also also I want more of simon getting his own family. and I love how he doesn’t have to deal with any judgement from his uncle and his grandmother like they just accept him and love him so so much. simon deserves that especially since all throughout his childhood he has been fighting so hard to find a place of his own where people accept him! seriously there’s no hesitation when simon invites baz to spend christmas with them he is completely secure in lady ruth’s acceptance of him and their relationship. there’s no doubt there at all!

speaking of acceptance that conversation that baz and simon have about baz’s mother and how baz is so certain she never would have accepted him. either of his identities. just “hey you don’t know how she’d react” and “I can imagine” and the fact that simon just says "imagine that she would have kept growing....her mind would have changed about all sorts of things” like there is so much hope there and such a strong belief in the ability for people to change! this is a completely different simon from the one we saw before when he was convinced that he would never be able to truly change or get better. simon believes in change now. he has hope for the future. (like baz: we could be married with kids. simon: could we? ahhh)

gosh this whole story was really about people changing wasn’t it? like malcom and daphne inviting simon for christmas. letting what happened in the past go and trying to focus on making their son feel accepted for who is he, even if it is going to be a slow process they are trying! and the whole scene with baz eating in front of his family and finally showing them how much he has changed from the scared cold boy he was before. like he’s showing who he is! that he has control of his demons and they are just so fucking happy for him. so fucking happy to just share a meal with him! gahh my heart man. and just seeing how supportive of each other baz and simon are now. they seem to be settled finally. like they always kiss goodbye and have regular conversations about their feelings? that is so fucking cute. wayward son could never.

anywayyy gosh I did not mean for this post to be this long. considering how short the story was I did not realize I had this much to say. but in conclusion I loved it v much and I am v happy to see that simon and baz seem to be content now even if life isn’t always perfect. it’s a good ending but I do hope to see more of them in the future (hey a girl’s allowed to dream right?)

#snowbaz #carry on rainbow rowell #simon snow series #baz pitch #simon snow #snow for christmas #scattered showers rainbow rowell #seriously thou about those other stories #they were seriously v cute #and the meet cutes were so strange in the best possible way #seriously like #in line for a star wars movie?#hey here's a mixtape your breakup song is driving me mental #lol #love the energy

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mixtape-racha · 7 months

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just saying | lee felix

☆ part 6/8 of the 5 seconds of stray kids series ☆

words: 407 // warnings: cheating, best friends to lovers, slightly suggestive, breakup comfort

“he was seeing someone else, right behind my back, lix.”

your best friend couldn’t bare to see you in pain - especially over your loser of an ex-boyfriend. but he could help you get over it… just saying.

the second you turned up at felix’s door, tears spilling down your cheeks and arms wrapped around yourself, he knew something was desperately wrong. it was 11 at night, and you hadn’t even messaged him to say you were coming over. he shushed your apologies and cries of not knowing where else to go as he huddled you into the apartment, hugging you softly and trying to wipe away your tears.

he also knew it was wrong to be kind of relieved when you told him that you had broken up with your boyfriend of 3 years. he was your best friend, he shouldn’t be so happy when you were so in pain, but he’d never liked your loser of a boyfriend. he’d always make you pay for dates, even when he forgot the plans or was stupidly late. he lied to you about so many things - still living with his parents, who he was seeing. it made felix sick.

that sickness soon turned to anger when you told felix you’d caught your boyfriend cheating - worst of all, with the girl he told you that you didn't have to worry about because he saw her as a sister. if it wasn’t for the way you were clinging to him, felix would’ve gone and beat the shit out of the asshole in a heartbeat.

“oh, love,” he mumbled, sympathetically as he hugged you to his chest tighter. “its okay. i’m here, its okay.”

he had eventually calmed you down enough to move you into the kitchen, making you a cup of tea and sitting with you while you talked him through what happened. he watched as your sadness turned to anger, fists balled so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“i can’t believe i wasted so much of my life of him. all that effort, all the tears and late nights. i was all for nothing. he’s so fucking stupid, he never deserved me in the first place.”

however, your next words almost left felix speechless, amazed that you finally understood what all of your friends has been telling you since the beginning.

“he’s such a loser, i should’ve listened to everyone. god, even my parents told me i should leave him for you instead.”

“i mean, i’d never do what he did to you,” felix smiled, so innocent and soft compared to the insinuation of his following words. “i could help you you get over him, just saying.”

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