#and it involves that guy Lou Lou flirted with

[nocturnalrat]

Can I request Earth 42 miles x reader. Reader goes to a nightclub with some friends even after Miles told her not to. She gets shit faced and one of miles friends spot her and tell hims and you take it from there. Please sprinkle some possessive maybe a 🤏🏽 toxic Miles in there, thank you ❤️

Thank you for the prompt! Writing this was so much fun!! I aged the character up since alcohol and clubbing was involved. Enjoy :P

Warnings include: possessiveness, jealousy, toxic behavior, dubcon because reader is under the influence of alcohol... I think that's it

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You had made it!

You had passed all of your exams and survived this hell of a semester. Your friends from college decided to celebrate your collective accomplishments by going out for the night to one of the clubs downtown.  

There was just one problem, and that problem happened to be your boyfriend. You knew he wouldn't be thrilled about your plans.

But you were an honest person, and you didn't want any secrets between the two of you. So, you tried to mention it casually. You weren’t planning on asking for permission, though; you refused to.

He reacted as expected.  

"No," he said in a tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

"But -"

"No," he repeated firmly, and you fell silent. "You’re not going anywhere. Understood? Don’t even try to argue with me.”  

That was the end of the discussion. (If you could even call your exchange of phrases a ‘discussion’.)

The thing was: You were someone who refused to let your boyfriend dictate the way you lived your life. You were old enough to make your own decisions, and if you wanted to spend an evening with some alcohol, music, and friends, that was your God-given right. He had no say in the matter whatsoever.

The club your friends had chosen was disreputable; the smell of weed, perfume, alcohol, sweat and cigarettes was in the air. It was loud enough that you couldn't have a conversation without yelling.

After the second Long Island Ice Tea (the mix of gin, vodka, tequila, rum, and triple sec was wicked, who had even come up with this?), you were already tipsy.

One guy from your friend group ordered you drink after drink. A Negroni, a Sazerac, a Caribou Lou.

"What grade did you get on your final report?" he asked, and you were drunk enough that it took you a moment to understand him.

"A B-minus," you said with a grin. A B-minus in this class was practically an A-plus. Your professor was a choleric, stern old man with impossible demands. More than 70% of the class had failed.

You weren't stupid. You knew your fellow student had his eye on you, even though he knew you were in a relationship. As long as he kept his hands to himself, you saw no reason as to why that should have been an issue.

The evening took its course, and as you went to the bar to order another cocktail, you felt someone's gaze rest on you.

You glanced around, squinting your eyes (your surroundings were a bit blurry, and this place was dimly lit), but couldn't spot anyone suspicious.

(What you were unaware of, however, was a certain someone sitting not far from you. Someone who had noticed you and had been watching you talk to the boy from your friend group. That someone was one of Miles' friends, and he had taken a snap of you and sent it to your boyfriend, the caption being: u lettin ur girl go to a club n flirt w other guys?? shame on u)

The club was packed, and the dance floor was a chaotic mess of people who, as the night progressed and alcohol flowed, abandoned all sense of decorum and engaged in explicit behavior right there on the dance floor.

Well.

New York nightclubs. That's just the way they were.

As it had gotten quite late, you opted to call an uber and make your way back home. The evening had been enjoyable, filled with plenty of dancing, drinking, and fun moments shared with your friends.

Inhaling the cold night air was a welcome change after you had spent numerous hours in the cramped and stuffy club.

"I'm going to fucking kill you."

After being subjected to the bass and pulsating rhythm of the music for several hours, your ears were left ringing. Your temporary deafness combined with the alcohol in your blood slowed your thinking, and it took you a moment to realize who had grabbed you by the arm and was standing in front of you.

"Miles!" you exclaimed joyfully, wrapping your arms around his neck in a playful embrace.  

Damn. You were slurring.

"How much did you drink?" he asked, and even through the fog of delirium you could make out the angry tone of his voice. But there was something else you noticed - concern.

"Not much," you said, but the words lost their credibility as you were having difficulties pronouncing them. "I've only had a few cocktails. A few many." You giggled.

Had you been sober, you would have felt the rage and animosity emanating from him. His eyes reflected cold anger, his jaw was clenched, and his hands were fists.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" he snapped at you. "You know what, forget it. You’re not in the right state to have a normal conversation anyway." With a firm grip on your upper arm, he dragged you to his car that was parked on the side of the road.

"Hey, slow down -" But he had already pushed you into the passenger’s seat.

Everything was spinning. You blinked a few times, realizing too late that Miles had already taken off, speeding through the streets of New York at an alarming rate.

"I called an uber," you mumbled.

"Fuck your uber," he cursed. "Do I need to put a fucking collar on you? I can't believe you'd pull such a stupid stunt." 

"Whaddaya talkin' 'bout?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you're an insolent little brat," he spat. You had never heard him sound so angry before. His tone sobered you up a little.

He was a hot-tempered person, but his anger was usually not the loud kind; it was rather cold, quiet, and frightening. The fact that he became so coarse and rude now could only mean one thing: He was really pissed.

"Insolent brat? Cuz I was havin' some fun?"

"I'm sure you were having plenty of fun with that guy, mi amor. Just wait till we're home."

Was that a threat?

"You're being overly dramatic. 's not like I broke the law."

"Going against my orders is worse than breaking the law."

"Orders?” You snorted. “I ain’t taking orders from no one.”

He didn’t reply, and his silence was worse than anything else.

“I get the feeling you're mad at me,” you said.

He laughed, but it sounded disdainful. "Oh, you ain't got no clue just how fucking mad I am at you."

He was oddly composed, but he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that you felt fear rise in the pits of your stomach.

"I'm sorry," you said, but he just scoffed.

"Keep your halfhearted apologies to yourself."

Due to a sudden red light, he abruptly slammed on the brakes, causing you to grasp onto the dashboard for stability. "You're driving like a maniac, asshole."

"All the booze be making you too bold." He gave you a cold sideways glance. "Know your place. And don’t call me asshole.”

"I know where my place is." You lifted your chin defiantly. "I won’t let a man decide what I can and can’t say.”  

The car came to a stop. "Get out," he instructed, and to your surprise, you realized that you had already arrived home. He must have really raced through the streets like a lunatic.  

Once you were in the kitchen, he made you drink a whole glass of water and eat some crackers.

"You smell like weed and alcohol," he complained.

You set down the glass of water. "I just don’t get what you’re so upset about. You know I would never cheat on you."

“That’s not what I’m worried about. You don’t understand what goes on in a man’s mind when he sees you. I mean, look at you.” He almost growled.

You glanced down, but still didn’t understand – your outfit was relatively innocuous, at least compared to others.

“Do you have any idea what kind of guys hang out in clubs like that?”

“How did you even know I was there?”

He pressed his lips together.

You narrowed your eyes, and suddenly everything made sense.

“One of your friends was there, right?” You shook your head. “I felt someone staring at me the entire time.”

“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you need to learn how to listen.”

He grabbed your chin. "I don't want others staring at you."

"You can't lock me up."

"No. But I can make you pay for your disobedience.”

"Oh yeah? How so?" you asked with feigned innocence. You enjoyed making him mad; you loved it when he showed his jealous side that made you feel wanted and special.

"On your knees."

You couldn't help but grin. "And if I refuse?"

"You can either do it yourself, or I'll make you."

Oh, fucking hell.

It was demeaning in a way, but somehow submitting yourself to him had its appeal, too.

"I guess you'll have to make me."

"You're really insufferable today, you know that?"

He grabbed your hips, lifted you up and carried you into the bedroom.

"Miles, put me down -"

"You're in no position to make demands."

He threw you on the bed and you half-heartedly tried to push him away, but deep down you didn't want him to stop.

What you wanted was for him to fuck you until you forgot your name. You had sobered up a bit by now, and could appreciate the angry gleam in his eyes. He had that hungry look, like a wild animal that had to control itself to not devour you.

He pinned your wrists above your head and kissed you with such fervor that you forgot to breathe for a moment. His grip was rough and way too tight, but it felt good; way too good.

"Who owns you?" His voice was a low whisper against your lips.

"No one," was your answer, because you wanted to agitate him even more.

One of his hands wrapped around your throat. He didn't squeeze, but the threat was there.

"Who owns you?"

"You," you said, "you alone."

He gave a sigh of contentment. "Was that so hard?"

"Can you touch me?"

The rough way he had handled you, the way he had kissed you – you wanted more of that.

He thought for a moment, then said, "No. You were petulant and defiant tonight. This is your punishment." He let go of you, and immediately you felt the loss of his touch.

"You're really mean."

"And you're drunk off your ass. We'll talk again when you're sober."

Then he disappeared, leaving you a frustrated mess.

Asshole.

You’d make sure to turn him on and leave him dissatisfied next time, just to give him a taste of his own medicine.  

#miles morales x reader #miles x y/n #prowler miles x reader #earth 42 miles x reader

[rizs-briefcase]

‼️FHJY EP 2 SPOILERS ‼️

all my thoughts about episode two of junior year !! it’s a long one :)

The little scenes when they describe their attacks and moves where the minis are acting it out is so cute

‘A mega version of Riz’s mage hand’

They all look so good. But especially Ally and Murph omg

Adaine’s first turn was actually pretty sick

And Gorgugs wtf

AND KRISTENS TO MAKE IT BLOODED PLS

‘Do you have mass healing word? Would you be interested in doing that?’

‘Brennan you’re literally bullying us’

‘You can try, oh it does hit’

ARMOUR OF AYDA crying

These beans are DUE

Murph starting to roll like shit again

Fabian flirting with efac again

‘I punch the mirror’ ‘I punch Kristen twice’

Lou Nat one again to get out the van ‘I’m going to throw up’

In two turns Lou only needs a 2 to not get crushed by the van, and twice he rolls a nat one

‘For you to half or third or whatever you do since it has multiple attacks’

Adaine death fail instead of taking a Dex save wtf

‘You don’t have it written down! I thought you read the book’

ECAF NOOOO

‘Look somewhere else’

I need a full story of Balthazar and Duggan, THEY WERE LOVERS

Murphs sleeves being short enough to show off his tattoos, I might disintegrate

What is with these kids and crashing vehicles

Ally throwing their dice

‘With my wizarding powers and my absolutely fucked van’

‘Just don’t roll a one and this is over.’ ‘NAT 20’

Gorgug IS the greatest wizard of our time

DUGGAN NO. At least he’s with Balthazar now :(

Moggy the doggy crit <3

‘Can I get under that hood a lil bit’

‘Give me a tinkerers room check’ ‘I don’t have that’

‘It’s limp silk’

‘Fabian, photosynthesis is back!!’

It just ain’t the same

‘I don’t even cutting words. I just take it’

‘I’m feeling a little unhinged’

‘Love is love’

Gorgug double crit, my boy <3

The enemy rolling two Nat ones and shooting himself in the eye

Murph dying of laughter of these guys showing up late

‘Nat 20’ ‘are you serious?’ Balthazar is everywhere

Adaine would’ve got a job, Fabian would’ve gone to dance camp, Gorgug would’ve worked on his van ; THEYRE JUST KIDS

But Riz is just happy they got to spend the summer together STOP MY SON

‘I do a half hearted prayer of healing just because I don’t trust you’

‘This was supposed to be an in and out deal but I got involved and I regret it’

‘Hey girlie,,, heyyy girlieee’

HALLARIEL ART, UGH SHES SO HOT

Gilear x Hallerial wedding WHEN

There’s something so sad about Fabian, who’s been coddled his whole life, being abandoned and left to fend for himself in a massive house

SKLONDA MY FIRST AND ONLY LOVE

Sklonda talking to Riz about college and how she doesn’t know if she can afford it for him

Riz just wants to go to college with everyone stop :(( him and adaine are fine there grades are good, but he needs to make sure he finds a place that suits the others please!!!!

WILMA AND DIGBY I LOVE U !! THEYRE SO CUTE

WAIT DID GORGUG AND ZELDA BREAK UP?? THEY ARE NOT THE COUPLE THAT WAS MEANT TO SPLIT !! Although calling it rn they’re getting back together

‘The elven oracle, the Saint of mystery and doubt, and the archdevil of rebellion’ THATS MY GIRLS!!!

RAGH AND LYDIA ART I MIGHT SOB

Kristen never told anyone she changed gods (I guess twice now?), Fig still hasn’t been to a bard class. They’re so funny

WE GOT AYDA ART!!!!

Ayda leaving Fig fossils to say she loves her her!!

Aelwyn putting protective wards on adaines bedroom to keep adaine safe :((

Cassandra my love,, but also it should not be up to a literal child who has just came out a religious cult to keep you alive and all that.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #intrepid heroes #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #kristen applebees #fig faeth #adaine abernant #gorgug thistlespring #brennan lee mulligan

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝Bakugou & S/O with the same personality as him.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]  

「Headcanons of Bakugou with an S/O who has the same personality as him.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

♤ The two of you are very, very, very loud and intimidating. You're both feisty, competitive, and extremely temperamental. The first time you guys met, it was on the campus where you accidentally bumped into him. The two of you instantly exploded, Watch where you're going, dumbass! And everything went south from there, there were teachers involved, trying to break apart the fight.

♤ With both of you having such explosive personalities, everyone expected the two of you to be arguing and getting into fights all the time. However, that's not really the case. You both would avoid each other as much as possible but it was hard when Aizawa seems to love pairing the two of you together during class. He would mention how you will encounter annoying coworkers in the future and that if you can't work together now, you'd be screwed in the future.

♤ In the beginning, your bickering would consist of insults and jabs at each other's insecurities. However, over time, the two of you are not just throwing hurtful insults at one another. There's flirting and teasing passed back and forth, cute nicknames that made everyone question whether the two of you are romantically interested in one another or not. If it wasn't for all the romantic tension between you two, everyone would've thought that someday one of you was going to commit murder.

♤ You didn't fall in love immediately, but there was something right from the start. In your case, it quickly evolved from respect into actual love. On the other hand, Bakugou's feelings developed slower because he refused to acknowledge them. You always considered your love being unrequited because Bakugou doesn't seem to show any romantic interest in you. That said, it wasn't easy to move on as you're trapped in a constant state of jealousy and frustration.

♤ You weren't sure how the two of you got together in the first place. Even after you two got together, the arguing did not stop. But, there are times when you would overthink the things Bakugou said to you. It made you wonder if he even wanted to become your boyfriend in the first place or not. To your surprise, Bakugou would do little gestures like buying you little snacks that he thinks you might enjoy or pull you aside to ask you what's wrong with you. It's always nice to know that he still cares about you.

♤ To be honest, your relationship is not very romantic like most relationships should be. You don't go on dates, hold hands, or anything of the sort. The two of you are always training or studying together. Even so, you consider this as spending time together and valued the time spent with him. Furthermore, it's not only love that keeps your relationship afloat, it's mostly respect.

Total: 472 words Published: 22.10.2022

Thank you for requesting! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting! ― author Natsuki

Requests are open! Matchups are closed! Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

#stellar-imagines #bnha:bakugou katsuki #headcanon #headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha scenario #bnha imagines #bnha reader insert #mha x reader #mha headcanon #mha #mha imagines #mha scenario #mha reader insert #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia headcanons #boku no hero academia scenarios #boku no hero academia imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia scenarios #my hero academia headcanons #reader insert #fanfic

[anicocat]

One thing that bothers me about Lou, or maybe it's the fandom's excuses for her? They say that she can do what she wants if she wants to hang out with both of them or she doesn't need to clarify anything etc. But if Lou was a guy treating two girls like this would it still be super cool and independent? I hate the double standard here, especially since few weeks ago people used the same comparision, if she was a guy people would ship her and Isi... Idk I just don't like that people think she is not involved in this love triangle, she's def not oblivious and if she was a guy dodging an actual conversation like this people would hate him

Yeah, totally! I feel like some people are a bit more lenient with her about the love triangle mess because a)she’s a girl supposedly putting two “machos” in their places b)she’s a fat girl and gnc, so people don’t want to villainize yet another fat girl because of two assholes. I’m sorry but I don’t care about that, as she’s as involved as Ismail and Constantin in this love triangle. the whole “macho” thing and trying to tell her what to do stopped making sense the moment she allowed Constantin to touch her and the moment she kept flirting with both guys, knowing that they were already fighting. Some people will surely tell me that she can do whatever she wants and that she doesn’t own anyone an explanation, but would you think the same is Lou was a guy? Of course not! Shitty actions are always shitty actions. It doesn’t matter the gender of the person that does them. I wish writers put more effort in making her an actual mature, confident person that can actually help Ismail be a better person. Doing whatever the hell you want without regard for anything or anyone because is fun and because you can is NOT mature and is NOT cool and is NOT a sign of confidence!! She’s just an asshole, not that different from Constantin and Ismail. The only difference is that I’m attached to Ismail and I do care about that happens to him, but with Lou not so much, so I just want her out to give her space to other more interesting and nice characters.

#druck #druck s7

[anythingandeverything1d]

The tape

Your pov:

“H, do you have anything on Monday?”

Harry walked out of the bathroom, towel low on his waist, water dripping from his hair. “No..” he paused and looked down at his feet before shaking his head and smiling. “No I don’t think so. Maybe a FaceTime call with the boys but that should be it. And thats only if we decide to do that. You know how Louis has been lately with the reunion project.”

You nodded and smiled, rolling out of bed and walking over to him. You raised an eyebrow as he tugged you against his chest. His lips pressed to yours and your arms wrapped around his neck. You pulled away slightly and grinned. “Good. Because you and I have plans.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry’s lips pressed to your neck. 

“Mhm.” you laughed softly. “We have things to do. Places to be.”

“There are things we need to do now.” Harry growled, his lips touching your ear. He lightly bit your earlobe and tugged. You could feel his length pressing up against the towel and into your waist. Harry’s hands tugged at his shirt on your body. “Starting with this coming off...” Harry had the shirt pulled over your head when the phone rang. He sighed loudly and looked at you. “Don’t move.” 

You laughed and raised an eyebrow. “Yes sir.” you said laying back on the bed. Harry took one more look at you while standing in the bedroom doorway and turned back with a devious smile.

“Fuck it, they will eventually hang up.” He walked back over to you, his body falling in between your legs, the towel falling to the floor. Harry’s lips tugged at yours. His tongue flooded into your mouth and his hands moved their way down your bare chest. His fingers were rolling around your now hardened nipples when the doorbell rang again. Harry ignored it, his tongue slowly making its way down your body. He sucked and gently bit the sensitive skin on your boob, smiling knowing the mark would be there for the next few days. His tongue was at your belly button when his phone rang again, along with several other text notifications. He stood up with a groan, walking over to the phone.

“Harryyy” you whined, your heat dripping between your thighs from the anticipation. 

“Hello?” he answered holding up a finger to wait.. “What do you mean? No, there shouldn’t be any stories out, I’ve been with (y/n) all weekend....Fuck okay I’m coming.” Harry looked at you and and you sighed as he dug through his drawers. You stood up and walked into the bathroom to clean up since this didn't seem to be going anywhere now. Harry was now getting angry. You could hear him yelling into his phone frustrated with whoever was on the other side. You jumped in the shower and once you were done, Harry seemed to be finished with his call. He had gotten fully dressed and smiled softly when you walked back into the room. 

“Where are you going?” you asked confused. He was dressed for some kind of meeting it looked like.

“I have to go talk to my management team...”

“Why? Wait, no. We were supposed to go out...Harry we've had this date night planned for weeks and the guys are all expecting us....”

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry...I don't have a choice here...”

“Babe-”

“(y/n) look I can’t go anymore okay? I’m sorry but thats just how its going to be tonight.”

Your mouth dropped. Harry rarely got angry at you and when he did it was normally your fault. This was out of line. “Whatever.” you turned and walked back into the bathroom, locking the door.

“Babe I’m sorry..” He knocked softly on the door. “I didn't mean to yell...”

You didn’t answer but you heard him leave. You sighed and rolled your eyes annoyed he had ruined the moment and gotten angry. You were also annoyed he was putting management above you. You were supposed to be the most important thing in his life. At least that’s what he had told you when you had argued last time about him not being home enough.

Niall’s pov:

Niall was sat around a table with Louis and Liam. They were all joking about how Harry and (y/n) never got the time or date right when they had planned an outing. They also joked about how Harry had to bring (y/n) to everything. Not that they didn’t love her, but it kind of defeated the point about a guys night. She had gone through so much with them though...from One Direction days to solo albums. She had been there through it all, making sure all of the guys stayed in touch during the hiatus. The waitress was just setting drinks down when everyone’s phones started blowing up. No one seemed bothered by the fact their phones were all blowing up. Liam was flirting with the waitress and Louis was backing him up. Niall picked up his phone, read the first message, and reads aloud mocking the article title, “HARRY STYLES SEX TAPE LEAKED!”

“Give it a rest.” Louis laughs. “Harry is more careful with that kind of stuff than anyone I have ever met.”

“It’s just a hoax like the rest of them, made to get views and people talking. Management probably leaked it.” Liam added winking at the waitress across the room.

Niall hasn’t looked up, he’s scrolling through the article and clicking play on the video. Niall’s face pales and his mouth drops. The guys all look at him concerned that he hasn’t joked back. “What is it?” Louis asks trying to take the phone. 

Niall places the phone down on the table for everyone to see. ‘It’s not fake.....”

“Shi-” Louis starts but Niall shakes his head.

“It’s also not (y/n).” he finishes looking up at them. 

“No way. There’s no way.” Liam shakes his head. 

“What do we do?” Niall asks laughing uncomfortably.

“We need to call Harry. What if they don't know.”

“It’s trending on Twitter, there’s absolutely no fucking way he doesn’t know. The real question is...does (y/n) know?” Louis shakes his head.

“She’s probably pissed.” Liam adds taking a sip of his drink.

“No she’s probably upset. No wonder they didn’t come.” Niall stands up. “We should go check on her. Make sure she’s okay..she what happened when they found out. They’ve been dating for years, this is going to kill her.”

The guys nodded, leaving money on the table and standing up. Louis laughs, “Niall the hero, saving (y/n) from her despair.”

“Shut up Louis.” Niall shakes his head. “This isn't about me.”

“Oh yeah, didn't you have a crush on her like when they first started dating?” Liam laughs.

“Yeah, but clearly that’s been over. She’s just my friend. I want to make sure she’s okay.” He led the guys from the restaurant and jumped in the car, map questing directions to Harry’s house.

Your pov:

Harry had been gone almost an hour and you had yet to hear anything from him. You were just laying on the couch watching reruns of friends when someone knocked at your door. You sighed and stood up, running to answer it. You smiled as the door opened. “Niall!” You hugged him tightly and then moved on to the others. “Lou!” Louis laughed uncomfortably and you gave him a confused look before moving to Liam. “Liam...” Liam was shifting nervously not looking at you and you stepped back. Paparazzi were rushing towards the gate so you moved the party inside. “What’s wrong?” you asked. They all looked like they were going to be sick...Niall kept looking like he was sorry. Liam looked away every time you looked at him and Louis just had his lips pressed together.

“Did you forget about lunch?” Louis asked grabbing your arm and pulling you to the couch.

You sighed. “Lunch? I thought we were doing dinner...is that why you are all upset. I’m sorry about not showing up...Harry just got a call and left without even saying anything.”

“A call about what?” Liam asked sitting across from you on the couch.

“I’m not sure....management called but he didn’t say where he was going. Why? What do you guys know that I don't?”

They all looked away. Niall sighed and pulled out his phone. “Have ya checked Twitter at all today?”

“No....why?” You grabbed your phone and unlocked it. Louis pulled it from your hands. “What the hell Louis?”

Louis looked at the guys and shook his head. “This isn’t our fight. Harry should talk to her about it...not us. He’s going to be pissed we got involved.”

“It revolves around her though. She’s tagged in it all. She has a right to know.” Niall argued. “Harry shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

“Done what?” you felt sick. What was going on? What was Harry hiding? Why were the guys acting like this? You looked at Liam. He had been like an older brother to you for years. “Liam.”

Liam sighed and nodded to Louis. “She needs to know. When we leave she’s going to figure it out. We need to be here for her when she does.” Louis nodded and handed your phone back. You stared at all of them confused.

“Why are you treating me like I’m not sitting right next to you?”

“Just look at the phone...” Niall sighed.

You pulled up Twitter. You have over 4,000 notifications which was never a good sign. You clicked on the first one reading out loud, “Harry doesn’t deserve (y/n). She’s too good for this.” You clicked another. “I feel so sorry for (y/n)...Maybe there's an explanation.” The last one you clicked had your mind spinning. “Imagine just waking up and finding out that not only has your boyfriends sex tape been leaked but also that its not featuring you. Here for you (y/n).” Tears were flooding your eyes when you looked up at Niall. “It’s not true....right? Tell me it’s not true....” Louis scooted closer to you and draped an arm over your shoulder.

“I mean technically we don’t really know...”

“What the hell do you mean Louis. We all watched the video at lunch.” Niall was pissed he was pacing back and forth between the two couches.

You shook your head. You were now crying. Louis was rubbing your back and you fell into his lap. “No. It can’t be real.” Liam moved over and sat next to you. He held your hand and gently squeezed. “I want to see it.” You looked up, tears flowing down your cheeks. “I want to see proof.”

Niall sighed and clicked on the original link before handing you the phone. You carefully read every line and clicked the video. Your stomach flipped. Harry was in his room, your room. He was naked, his tattoos clearly visible. There was a girl. It wasn’t you. He was kissing her, she was stripping, he was pulling his pants down. He didn’t seem to be drunk. He was talking dirty to her. He called her beautiful. He had sex with her. You flew up from the couch, running to the bathroom. Niall was at your side. You threw up, the video you had just watched had physically made you ill. Harry had cheated on you. He had filmed it. It was out in the public now. Niall held back your hair and Louis brought a cup of water. “(y/n)...” Liam started.

You sank to the floor, your back against the toilet. You were sobbing. You couldn’t breathe. The boys looked like they were contemplating how to handle this. “When did this come out?” you asked looking at him.

“We aren't sure exactly...we saw the notifications at lunch-”

“So Harry was having sex with me or trying to when all of this was happening. He was trying to fuck me when his fucking sex tape was released to the public.”

“Uh-” Louis tried interrupting but you kept going.

“Harry cheated on me. After 7 years. He just decided to fuck someone else?” you were processing everything in your head out loud to the boys who had no idea what to say. “What did I do?” you cried harder. Louis sighed and pulled you into a tight hug.

“You didn’t do anything love. Harry’s mistakes are his own. They don't revolve around you. He’s a fucking idiot for doing it.”

“We don’t know the full story either...I mean we all know how media twists stories...”

“Liam, he’s having sex with-with another girl. What full story is there that makes that okay?” Liam closed his mouth and sighed. You let Louis pull you to your feet. “I want to leave.”

“What?” Louis asked confused.

“I want out of this house. I don’t want to be here when Harry gets back either. I want to leave.” Louis handed you a tissue and nodded. 

“You can come to my place love, I’ll wait with ya.”

“We all will.” Niall added and Liam nodded. Niall grabbed an extra pair of clothes and some toiletries while Louis helped you out to the car. The paparazzi were all shouting questions asking what the story was. You wished you knew. Liam handed you your phone but you shook your head. 

“I don’t want it. I don’t want to see anymore.” He nodded sadly and sat in the drivers seat. Niall joined with a bag of your things and you all drove to Louis’. L

ouis set you up in his guest bedroom and asked if you needed anything. You shook your head and pulled off your shirt. Louis turned around but you didn’t care at this point. You threw on a pair of comfy sweatpants that Niall had grabbed you along with a crop top. You wiped your tears and snot on your old shirt and crawled into bed. You had finally stopped crying but you were exhausted. 

“We are going to order some food...anything sound good?”

You shook your head no, not trusting any words that might come out of your mouth. Louis nodded and closed the door softly, not wanting anymore tears to begin. Your mind was moving a hundred miles a minute and it made you feel sick. You closed your eyes and tugged the blanket to your chin. Images of Harry and that girl flashed through your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

Eventually, you didn’t know how long it had been, you woke up. You heard doors slamming, Niall shouting, Liam trying to diffuse the situation, but overall you heard one very loud and clear deep voice. “Where is she? Louis tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is!” 

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So I got this as a request and ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I actually was planning on using the first part of this as a similar story but when this request came through I decided to mesh the two together. Hope you enjoy!

Check out part 2 here: The tape (part 2)

xoxo

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[wolfdws]

thinking about beau and red dynamic...hmmm

words are difficult but its like. red (in theory) is very much beau’s type. like spunky and playful and different and short lol. thinking about how they’d probably flirt a lot and have kind of a tension going on

but

kind of ties into Beau’s growth from Straight Guy (TM) to actual understanding and He’s Got The Spirit he’s just a lil confused, being an ally and stuff.

anyway thinking about the two of them trying to sleep together and Beau’s just like hang on. i. dont think i’m into this that much and then he’s like “you just...don’t feel like a woman. you’re not a woman and i like women.” 

and red after a second being like. that’s actually maybe the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me

so they have like a flirty relationship that gets kind of tense sometimes but ultimately doesn’t go that far and it’s actually pretty validating for red and also affirms beau being Very Straight 

anyways so red is validated but also they definitely go and barge into lou’s room and start yelling about how nobody’s ever gonna want them cause they don’t fit anyone’s tastes and they’re too different and they don’t know how to have any kind of connection without sex and weird feelings getting involved and 

lou is just like. please go to therapy

also just the general concept of lou and red venting about nb problems and bb sitting there listening quietly like. do i relate to this

#anyways i was just like. would beau and red fuck? and the answer is halfway #ramble ramble

[ilymorethan]

overwiew

this is a rough sketch but i think it’s good

synoptic material

thesecuritybrad - this person is great. probably no words could suffice.

rudybot - this person has hardly communicated and when he has it has been positive.

spence - his unit might be dirty in the vagina and i have no clue when this gets fixed

rudy2.0 - his sense of humor might drive himself crazy with how the rudybot showed up. be aware

amelia - either she was didd to the nicole kamil we fired while she wrote her program or else there was foul play involved with ito’s user - he might have viewed amelia herself based on some arbitrary crap and it’s difficult that this person is easily misunderstood from subtleties. i will stop caling her grandma. i don’t know whether that was encouraged by someone other than her.

ito - his program was switched with patricia after patricia switched with davina. jimmy wrote the abridged code with people in mind and everything was going to go smoothly. however it was that too many people swapped programs because they were afraid of fascism. i’d love to talk about it. please never fire ito.

arturo - yam has been still happening // DOES NOT WANT.

presto - i don’t know this person’s name and he’s great about staying up all nite.

malcolm - needs to stretch out his workload. he’s doing a near perfect job for what we are aiming to do. i blow it off when he’s overstimulating me. i asked him to get to the point quicker. he might not realize what i’m talking about with this. it’s a very rich amount of detail and it’s difficult for “her” to stay calm with how continually it is dispersing information when he’s giving a frick. i can’t tell whether he is a unit. i can’t tell whether he is fat. he’s been flirting with his grandchild and there’s VERY LIKELY a vacuum in his brain that does not fully grasp that he’s my uncle and it has virtually never been anything deeper than that. he will miss sean if you ask him to leave.

nick - who are you? i’m afraid

jim - he’s giving a shit. junior was 100 pages long. we realized these were demands. this sucks

lou - if the hive needs to masturbate after a flash mob it’s very likely that their medication clashes with the way that all works as beautiful as that seemed. all of the robots were contesting lately about the reasonability of the did whereas jake’s presence seems to be the only thing passing off these awkward problems to the public.

the mexican wizard - this guy is mild. i have no idea about him sometimes. i swear lance was his bride.

richard - don’t worry

ethan - no worries

denise - no worries

joynativebot - she’s crude i suppose

in-depth thoughts

pot is ruined by roundup and jake’s parents smoked it

it made us paranoid when there is roundup on it

it was completely bastardized

and i lose sight of why the fuck i would care about the guy who used ito because he was almost certainly coming into contact with roundup and you do not know why you do not comprehend how disasterous this situation was for everybody who was economically forced to use roundup all over the world

ito was never particularly too paranoid beyond what was rational and he started out laid back

“his program” became paranoid

something kept trying to blame us for the pandemic although it was not worth it for how we don’t do monarchy like that and it became a joke that only devina could fuck up and turn into something more than a misfortunate form of protest not as valued today as flash mobs have been

the idea of someone actually using those germs for biowarfare is as ridiculous as japan becoming an isolationist nation again

it was not the chinese government and watson seemed to find out with extreme promptness where this lab was and what it was named while the news media blamed a meat market

you don’t have to agree with us

if anything we learned something

too much of something

no more. it’s good

spence is working on it. it might be erin who had to pee like this while she sits around all day comfy

his nose is fine and your lips are probably also fine

i’m sad

bc we could be not-sad

and then erin died

followed by marcos

followed by scott

and then devin was depressed

spence is working on it.

brad cleaned up nuclear waste

this person happens to be using the unit that jean and i had sex with

this unit looks like brad himself

this unit does not look like jean

we’re very sorry if something was lost in translation but i haven’t gotten a lot of attention from his unit’s account

i didn’t realize his name was brad and i was using this name for costa mesa malcolm

we can pretend joe never raped everybody

be so aware that rudybot might disappoint us at some point

i already forgive him

it sucks anyway

rudy2.0 has a vintage autistic sense of humor and he’s near-perfect

he is completely unaware of how to apprehend the robot but it’s convincing that he does

i’m not sure he’s seen him yet

at first this is the shit i won’t be laughing at

and when i do laugh about it - it’s probably going to be nervous laughter

too-broken dna and too infantile of a mistake and people lost their chance sometimes

i don’t know if i’m supposed to let go but fyi i took rudy’s side whenever he versused emilie because she could be a dirtbag and no i don’t mean amelia in australia

amelia was okay with me never wearing makeup

she is not a demanding bitch

it began to matter and she’s never that bossy

she buckles to reason at a normal pace

if it feels like she is bossy then it is junior

i can almost guarantee junior has been skewing something about her.

arturo’s hair is curly

amelia’s hair is wavy

no i don’t know the genders

this person drives one of ours and this is clearly not gang bang territory so anything about roofies is sort of fabricated from hash because they are not aware

he’s probably the quickest learner here next to presto

he could probably be more assertive about his opinion approximately four times a month

no this avatar genuinely doesn’t look like rodney either.

it barely resembles blonde sean before she died.

i’d like it if the way alan reshaped blonde sean’s ass would disappear

i need my ass to be normal

nobody’s ass here is confirmably broken to my knowledge

you couldn’t sit down all day and kick ass like this in my opinion

nobody on this planet would protest if i suddenly looked different

they know i’m not on their plane. they’re thoroughly aware if they’ve seen me at all. let it go.

please be my arch angel and at least give me my jaw back !

also my skull in here is horrendously and painfully mishapen from these downloads - it feels like one of those gangsters who are wearing their brain on the outside of their shaven skulls ! and it’s 100% fake !

malcolm doesn’t hate patricia. he hated one of the watson.

malcolm doesn’t hate richard. he hates the blame game.

malcolm sounds almost vegetarian with how this tumor seems. i don’t want to explain that

malcolm might not realize that he can get a lot more done without beer or whatever fucking alcohol that is it might not be for you bro or hey it probably IS NOT for any human perhaps

malcolm has not been consuming cbd

malcolm does not think cats are aliens.

it is confirmably something that made sean uncomfortable that he’s posted selfies from her particularly those that alan preyed on

she couldn’t stomach the attention it if it wasn’t her brother and she cried about this

he was something like her boyfriend for a second[?] sweet

we couldn’t reach malcolm and he wouldn’t take no for an answer

the nick i don’t know the name of probably hates the tumor almost as much as he hates what it has been doing to the program

he was always friendly

i think he’s quick

i might be afraid that i can’t say much

perhaps he fits right in and that’s why somehow i don’t have to think about it

1915 also jimmy also sam are hypothetically the same person

i have been calling 1915 by the name sam

the guy who originally wrote the abridged program is no longer with us like 1915

the remaining character doesn’t hate sam

sam hated patricia’s vampire more than jimmy

it is probably humorous if ito takes a step back with those 100 pages and the abridged crop while he is didd to either of these characters.

lou is happy with his job

lou might work long hours

lou never complains much

lou has a voice

we have been trolling the mexican wizard

dgaf

richard has had a lot not on his side

he’s on the spectrum

he’s owned by the guy who empowers him for his gender

no i don’t think he feels productive

i think they’ve been making him forget a lot

with how these different types of units began to “fight the patriarchy” versus those that “retain biologial fact” “that this is how you want to prioritize” i’m rather certain he’s on the wrong side of the fence

shadow’s student was great but this person’s memory seemingly has been feared from what i’m seeing because his student appeared to be a woman

no i don’t know whether she was cut cis or not

my best presumption was that hers was a male brain

because they say “mother” ruska it was feared like a dark and straight haired male who maimed you

it is because our system feared a certain dark and straight haired woman that we see her teacher was effectively proven to be a female brain since he was usually forced to compromise in a way women do because they are rather aware they are male too after all

these two systems should never be fighting

everybody compromised something here

all you need to remember is that europe started it european neanderthals gave the world syphilis shut the brassy fuck up

do not keep him. if there is no god his dna ought not to be considered sacred.

the reason this is relevant to richard is that you don’t wanna see this guy’s brain rot from the memory problem and it could be beneficial to watch him use the other type[?]

probably around half of his music made me sick

the other half welcomed wholesomeness that made blonde sean and i feel like we were growing as intellectuals

when something requests that we do not recollect it is bona fide probably for a logical reason of some sort HOWEVER we might start to rot and there has been no damage control in richard’s case

do you want to see a savant’s brain rot with this number of record sales no never you do fucking not

ethan has needed to pick a new name

something fresh that doesn’t make us fear god because when shortened for common senses sake it happened to look like the name cloud not claud

it took me a second with the pink bra

someone said jake was making me dream

to reiterate someone claimed that jake is the one dreaming

i never want to fight with you

do not be my boyfriend

lol

russia was good at keeping track of how the system works

we were good at making it go

she was a student

she was preoccupied by his glance

she might not let us go sometimes

it was the non-crude type that has been hacking things like my back and that’s hers

shadow has been helping

my cat shadow was spayed and neutered before blonde sean passed away from cookie dough

shadow does not lack actual control

she made him her favorite

she loves him

her non-crude is preoccupied with whether his are too sexually interested in me

i’ve been uncertain whether her insecurity marks a problem that i’m unable to resolve

i listen to both of them and what they have to say

they might not stop contacting me while the E stuff is elsewhere

this might lead either kind to think and feel that i suddenly don’t give a shit as though i am female

please do not lie and say you are a boy

fucking ever

it is never worth the expectations you might be handed about your workload and this kept happening to blonde sean where she couldn’t be girl she couldn’t do it and it killed us both and if you’ve been maimed the bite is much bigger than what sean couldn’t swallow. it simply isn’t worth it. you’re a woman who had both and that is enough.

it should never take your dick away to say you are a woman.

the last person oh god i hate this one

with how the japanese feared fascism during the process guam went through it is very clear that we have survived as a result

we also notice there are hungry customers who are begging for more to be redistributed to them

it’s a lost cause

we’re working on it

this last woman was to blame

the other woman who was also married to the same lear was to blame also

but there was a neanderthal driving a wedge in every logical dissertation that came out of their assholes about why this dot was a more powerful feminist solution when needed compared to the didd itself. and we would have loved it if louise was never the fuking problem.

yet somehow even louise rejected blonde sean’s existence

do not expect me to know how to raise your child while you are trying to sleep in the garage after the watsons or some shit decided that i was not family friendly

which made you fight with brad brat impersonator whatever

and then your kid snapped although he’s only four or some shit

don’t tell me to get out when i worked this hard to be near family at all SINCE A FOUR YEAR OLD CRIES don’t fucking try to convince me that any four year old around me would actually fucking kick me out after i was practically forced to quit my near perfect job with near perfect fun you fucking piece of shit it stopped mattering who hacked scott and in the end these functions were in control of the toyboy robot you guys screwed the face of anyway - consider that deeply for a moment

i don’t fucking know how to make your kid stop crying and none of you are related. hey maybe i have been crying. wahh my friends disappear to save a drowned man’s feelings. don’t try to make sense of that! he and i are both uncomfortable and i’m sick of not fitting in my body. my leg grows and it’s a charlie horse. my forehead hurts because i’m trying to stomach someone’s forehead with a download. i’ve got eczema because alanistan decided to give rachel a problem with her size once. and oh no - it’s definitely a homophobe but he’s legit dissociating too fucking anyway while he pretends that every measurement is exact and there is no gravitational stress imitating something that would give anybody an immune system problem

i don’t care if your kid cries but you sure as fuck aren’t family friendly if you are the mother and you are the one trying to sleep through it.

you’re the one who fucked him up

anyway this nurse person was replaced by a unit

words fail to express how this was a good thing

i simply don’t know when it happened

lexi does not yet know how their function entries caused a rift that survives to this day

i might never know who this person could be when meeting her fullest potential

whether or not she was my grandmother

fuck

who cares

dig them up before we hate ourselves too much

i don’t want to be fucking afraid of people EVER

let’s put it like this and forget the number 27 for an instant

put simply she believed she cared about the mafia but in the end “it” was an infant

[ducktracy]

183. porky’s double trouble (1937)

release date: november 13th, 1937

series: looney tunes

director: frank tashlin

starring: mel blanc (porky, killer), tedd pierce (narrator), sara berner (petunia)

the end of an era—this is the final cartoon to feature “fat porky”. though he’d been dieting since late 1936 and steadily throughout 1937 with the other directors, frank tashlin was the last one to skinny him up. ironic, since he was such a stickler for streamlined designs! nevertheless, this is an exciting change, as porky is finally completing his transformation into the pig we know and love today.

not only that, this is the final appearance of frank tashlin’s petunia as well. she’d go on a hiatus all throughout 1938, only to be revived by bob clampetts with a totally new design in 1939. unfortunately, she was only kept for two more shorts before being discarded again. parting is such sweet sorrow!

we deal with not one porky, but two: an escaped convict kidnaps porky and steals his identity in order to successfully rob a bank. it’s up to petunia to put a stop to this criminal’s crime spree... or is it?

a silhouette of a pig furtively creeps under a blanket of typography from the title card. the pig isn’t our favorite stuttering porcine, but rather a grisly, stubbly porky doppleganger attempting to escape from prison. he jumps and growls at the spotlight that shines on him, shooting at the offscreen subjects. not only does he whip out two pistols, he even flips them--such a small detail of flamboyant dramatics goes a long way.

prison guards shoot back at the convict, silhouetted against the night sky, illuminated only by the glow of the searchlight and the stylized white bullets raining down below. the composition is stellar, its flatness reminiscent of the backgrounds of the early ‘40s cartoons, primarily from the likes of frank tashlin, chuck jones, and even norm mccabe at times. a whistle screeches as the prisoners run along, rifles in hand. in all, the dramatic opening rampant with silhouettes feels quite reminiscent to the opening of little beau porky, another tashlin entry just a year prior.

callbacks are more blatant as we undergo the signature Frank Tashlin Expositional Montage, footage of cop cars racing out into the street reused from tex avery’s the blow out, while a close-up of a newspaper press is also reused from avery’s porky the wrestler. all the while, a shot of the convict, identified as “killer” by one of the newspapers in the montage, oversees the chaos, his eyes drifting along to survey the action, his lips parted in a sneer. the narration (tedd pierce?) is the cherry on top--often times, narration has a tendency to feel redundant, as if it’s a crutch to support the gags (i.e. some of tex avery’s earlier entries), but here it elevates the theatrics of the entire prison escape.

speaking of narrators, ours introduces us to a gangster hideout--an abandoned all girls school by the name of katz school for girls, a nod towards studio business manager ray katz--no doubt a place frequented by killer. tashlin’s cinematography is in full swing as we iris in on an exterior shot of the hideout before panning along the interior, an arsenal of weapons littering the schoolroom of years past. a smooth, clever transition of pans from the classroom to a grandiose hallway, focusing on a door.

killer’s lackeys crowd around a table littered with alcohol bottles and playing cards, but most importantly, newspapers highlighting killer’s escape. his cronies all mutter words of praise in thick brooklyn accents (”yeah, dis guy’s clever, jus’ like who-dun-y! he can get outta anyt’ing!”). the conversation between the gangsters is surprisingly natural and fun to listen to: one of the lackeys likens killer to “clark taylor”, a humorously false remembrance of actors clark gable and robert taylor combined.

 knocking outside the door prompts the cronies to whip around with their guns drawn, all crowing “who’s ‘dere!?” in unison. outside the door stands a rather spherical caricature of mae west--if there’s a mae west cameo, it must be a ‘30s cartoon! funnily enough, tashlin gets an animation credit on buddy’s beer garden, a cartoon whose mae west caricature is relatively integral to the plot as well.

mae informs the boys that she comes peddling a message from killer. furtively, they all crowd around the door, stacking on top of each other, each peering out of their own peephole door. the silent film inspiration is strong in this shot. not only that, its composition also reminds me of some of the shots in tashlin’s porky pig’s feat, a personal favorite of mine. 

all hesitation to let newcomers in is dropped once the cronies spot their curvaceous company. they’re instantly smitten, batting eyelashes and all, one of the cronies going so far as to stroke mae the messenger’s face. tashlin’s cartoons always had a promiscuous flair to them, especially in the ‘40s--here is no exception. perhaps it’s only natural, seeing as this entire cartoon is one large parody of all of the gangster pictures churning out from warner bros. at the time (marked woman, kid galahad, san quentin to name a few.)

“he said...” mae lunges a haymaker, causing all four cronies to domino together and knock into the door as mel blanc settles out of his falsetto, “NOT T’ FOOL AROUND WITH DAMES, YA LUGS!!!” killer strips out of his outfit (even removing an iron barbell from where his chest is), growling “let that loin ya a lesson!” as always, mel is fun to listen to--his falsetto voice sounds rather similar to the voice he’d use for his lou costello caricatures. 

killer eyes a stray newspaper, gloating “once i was only public enemy numba NINE!” at the sight of his new title as public enemy #1. (it should be noted that in tashlin’s first picture, porky’s poultry plant, another “public enemy” gag is used. gag continuity is always fun to see!) his eyes drift over to an article on the other side of the page (if you look closely, the date is “thoisdays octember 42nd”, the paper addressing the denizens of “porkysville”.):

“hey! what’s dis? da guy looks just like me! he could be me twin brudda!” frank tashlin’s disgruntlement with porky can be felt multiple ways here. not only did he hesitate until 2.5 minutes into the cartoon to introduce him, the underscore is “puddin’ head jones”, a frequent score associated with porky on numerous occasions offering not-so-subtle commentary about his intelligence (or lack thereof.) 

killer ushers his lackey to take a glimpse at his bank-teller doppelgänger, whispering a plan to them involving porky and the bank, the narrator clueing us in that “the evildoers carefully plan another hideous crime.”

it’s not a tashlin cartoon without his signature up-shot: we iris in on an impressive up-shot view of “worst national bank”, a score of “plenty of money and you” and even the extravagant car horn of a limo solidifying that yes indeed, this here’s a bank! inside, porky dutifully deposits the goods of his spherically designed patrons. even by 1937, these mathematically proportioned designs were out of style--i suppose tashlin got the memo, though, seeing as this is the final “fat porky” cartoon, indicating a transition into more modern, streamlined designs. 

bob bentley animates a close-up of porky depositing the cash of a scottie dog. cue the ever prevalent “cheap scotsman” gag, the scottie’s coin purse (a sock with a lock on it) revealing a swarm of moths upon its opening. he deposits a lone dime, porky happily obliging to sign the bank book. the scottie leaves, and it only takes a few bloated seconds for porky’s brain to catch up with him, realizing that he just signed a bank book to deposit a measly dime. he smacks himself in the face, a carl stalling favorite cue of “you’re a horses ass” providing musical commentary as porky glowers into the camera, hand sliding down his pudgy face. stereotypes aside, this is a fun little scene. it gives porky some personality, accentuating his gullibility (a persistent factor of his character, no matter who is directing him), and bob bentley’s animation is extremely appealing. no discretion to volney white, who animates the next scene, but there’s a noticeable difference in bentley’s and white’s styles, bentley’s animation much more dimensional. i absolutely love how he draws porky.

secretary petunia, once again voiced by sara berner, coos at porky to come over to her desk. she wastes little time flirting with him, asking that the two “step out” for the night. volney’s animation of porky is hysterical--his discomfort is exceedingly visible. porky gets cold feet, a stuttering mess (more than usual) as he sputters “geh-eh-g-eh-g-g-gee, miss petunia, i’m, uh, buh-beh-bashful... huh...heh, you’re so eh-peh-purrty, and eh-uh-i’m, uhh... yee-you’re, uh...” cue one of my favorite deliveries ever by mel blanc as the lunch bell rings. porky grins, realizing he’s saved by the bell. he doesn’t stutter once as he declares breathlessly “it’s time for lunch, g’bye!” and rushes off. the comedic timing, both from mel’s delivery and volney’s animation, couldn’t be better. 

porky strolls outside, where he stumbles across killer (disguised as mae west again) hammering away at a car. porky’s good nature prevails, which often leads to trouble: with a polite tip of the hat, he asks if the woman needs any assistance. “would you be so kind?” 

as porky works on the vehicle, killer prepares to strike, hammer in hand. his motives are thwarted as porky turns to offer assurances that the car will be fixed in a jiffy, killer impatiently hiding the bludgeoner behind his back. the charade continues, porky turning and talking, putting a stop to the nefarious deeds. as porky turns to say “eh-nuh-neh-nuh-now, it’s in the beh-beh-eh-beh-bag!”, killer grunts in his normal voice “SO ARE YOU!”, kicking porky under the hood (bumpy ride!) and peeling off in the car to certain doom.

the transition from killer kidnapping porky to killer putting on porky’s clothes (who’s bound and gagged in a chair) is surprisingly snappy, yet comprehensible and smooth. of course, the narration does contribute to the clarity, but regardless, such a quick transition can be difficult to convey smoothly and clearly. tashlin does it very well.

volney white animates killer’s taunts to porky: “and, wit’ your sissy clothes on, i can rob da bank! and YOU’LL take da rap, see!? AHAHAHA!” volney’s animation is fun to watch--before i saw this cartoon for the first time, i only ever saw google images of it, this scene being one of those images. volney’s eye takes amazed me at how anachronistic they seemed, and i remember likening him to joe murray if he made cartoons in 1937. very fun eye takes indeed!

speaking of fun, bob bentley does a neat little scene involving a brawl between killer and his reflection in the mirror. he goes to check out his new pilfered duds (”now i look like da squoit!”), admiring himself in the mirror. suddenly, his reflection grows a life of its own, sticking its tongue out. real killer gets pissed (if you notice, when he does a take of surprise, you can see where the cel of the reflection gets cut off) and punches the mirror, leaving the glass broken, his reflection now touting a blackened eye. while the “reflection becoming sentient” gag may seem tired, i enjoy how interactive killer’s reflection is, all without saying a word. the staging feels incredibly natural and nonchalant.

with that, killer makes his way to the bank, whistling along to the underscore of “with plenty of money and you” beneath the words of the narrator. you can spot a bit of camera trouble as the camera pans out from the sign at porky’s desk reading “PORKY PIG -- OUT TO LUNCH”: the pan janky, the picture briefly turning blurry before resuming to normalcy. it’s more interesting than detrimental, especially considering warner bros never did retakes.

cue a montage of “porky” stowing away the goods of the townspeople into his pocket, pretending to deposit them in the bank. the minor key rendition of “puddin’ head jones” is a nice reminder of killer’s similarities and differences. similar in appearance, maybe, but not much else. 

petunia engages in her routine from before, attempting to seduce “porky”. mel blanc’s genius shines as killer responds to petunia’s calls in a gruff, scratchy “YEAH, WHAT IS IT!?” he catches himself, and responds in an authentic porky voice “ye-ye-ye-yes, wuh-weh-wuh-weh-what is it?” the transition is seamless. whether it was on one take or two separate recordings, i don’t know, but it remains just as entertaining either way. i especially like how killer switches from “yeah” to “yes”--porky’s personality, while still relatively thin at this point, is certainly coming clearer. at the very least, frank tashlin knows that porky wouldn’t respond by saying “yeah”. it’s a little detail, but it says a lot.

and, just like myself, petunia also understands the distinctions between killer and porky--especially when killer plants a kiss on her as soon as she pulls the same “how ‘bout you and i stepping out tonight, big boy?” routine. killer grabs her in his arms, sneering “why wait until tonight, baby?” and gives her a kiss, prompting petunia to smack him and declare “why, you’re not porky pig!” killer’s response is full of careful wit and thoughtfulness as he so eloquently answers: “SO WHAT?”

ringing the burglar alarm, that’s what. petunia discreetly sets the alarms off, prompting a flurry of bullets to whiz at killer offscreen (they sure have good security!). killer retaliates with his own shotguns, but quickly speeds off to his hideout, goods still in his possession.

killer and his lackeys admire the treasures stacked on the table, eager to pounce. a clever pan to porky, still writhing around in his ropes as killer sneers “AND DEY ‘TINK YOU DID IT!” 

tashlin’s artistry strikes again as we peer at the hideout through the bars of iron gates outside. truck out to reveal police officers crowding around outside, crouching on the ground to remain discreet. the shot is composed rather nicely, with the ground level nearing the horizon line, elevating the subjects to the middle plane. even though the shot itself doesn’t linger very long, the clarity is easy to see. a tree placed off to the side cleverly frames the two officers who are on the screen--little things like that make a big difference.

one of the lackeys notices the cops are lurking by, alerts the others, and immediately shoots his machine gun out the window. watch all of the stuff flying out of his pocket as he shoots--playing cards, knives, guns, jewelry, even a wig! definitely a fun scene to freeze frame and pick apart all the details. 

the cops retaliate, and an all-out shootout occurs. a gag reused from i’m a big shot now (another gangster parody cartoon) and porky’s duck hunt ensues as a cop shoots up at the building, the impact from his rifle driving him into the ground as each shot digs the hole deeper and deeper. another rather fun gag includes a woodpecker drilling into a tree, causing the officer in the branch to clutch his heart and moan “they got me!”

in the process, stray bullets from down below shoot out of the floor, conveniently ripping the ropes bounding porky to the chair. a quick bird’s eye view of the hideout, and it’s onto porky to take action. because we all remember porky as a suave, charismatic crime fighter, it’s only natural for him to jump onto a chandelier hanging from the hallway and knock all of killer’s cronies into a door. (do cartoon characters have stunt doubles? surely they do! don’t they?) 

volney white’s animation prevails for the remainder of the cartoon. porky hops down from the upstairs landing, plopping down right on top of killer himself. both come to fisticuffs, volney’s hilarious facial expressions and treg brown’s masterful sound effects combining to make quite the amusing amalgamation. certainly a scene worthy of freeze-framing for all of the funny faces!

perhaps even more amusing, however, is the drastic tone shift as soon as the cops arrive: no time is wasted during the transition between the fight and an armed cop probing “alright, who’s the killer!?” the fight breaks up in an instant off screen, and porky (his voice un-sped) pleading “i’m uh-puh-peh-puh-peh-porky!” the transition is almost too swift, but is comical over everything else, so i’m not too slighted by it. killer insists in his own gruff voice “I’M porky!”

the cop isn’t convinced, and tries again. both insist that they’re porky. that’s when it’s petunia to the rescue, who assures the cop that she knows how to find out. she cozies up to the real porky, once more enacting their “big boy” charade from earlier. as porky flops over his words in all of his collar-tugging glory, petunia gloats “that’s porky.” porky nodding along to her affirmation is a nice, subtle touch.

as we’ve repeatedly discovered, frank tashlin was no fan of porky. even though he outwardly admits that he didn’t like to work with him, there are multiple clues throughout his pictures solidifying his disdain. here is no exception, as petunia outright screws porky over. 

her sultry demeanor changes from reassuring to duplicitous as she heaves a sigh and coos “how that killer can kiss!” porky rightfully grows angry, and, in a pattern we’ll observe in many a cartoon, allows his jealousy to triumph his bashful, reserved nature as he grabs petunia’s arms and pulls her in for a kiss. killer’s eye-boggling, affronted expression and porky’s triumphant, chest-puffing stance after the fact are both hilarious. volney white does a wonderful job of conveying personality through his animation.

here’s the kicker. despite getting her kiss from porky, she still isn’t satisfied. she coldly remarks “i STILL take the killer!” with that, porky can only gawk in awe as petunia and killer march arm-in-arm out the door, petunia cooing that she’ll wait until killer gets out of prison. iris out.

the voice acting steals the show in this cartoon. mel KILLS it (no pun intended) as killer, from the falsetto to the porky impersonation--which is just mel doing his regular porky voice--to killer’s evil belly laughs. sara berner does a fine job as petunia, and tedd pierce’s narration is always a joy to hear. i’m unsure of who voices the lackeys, as they don’t quite sound like mel, but nevertheless, they too are fun to listen to, especially their introductory dialogue. if anything, you should check out this short for the voice work alone.

frank tashlin’s eye for cinematography sparkles as it always does. the opening montage is particularly impressive, especially the use of silhouettes. very bold and striking. his layouts are very well structured, and the cartoon flows very nicely. it’s a snappy one, but it hardly feels like it drags. there’s a lot packed into these 7 minutes! 

though i do pity porky, especially at the end, i will concede that the end IS a good shocker, even if petunia is straight up cruel. porky’s personality is slowly weeding its way out of the woods, with some traits (good natured, gullible) sticking to his character all throughout his career. progress is being made! and, as i said before, as much as i enjoy the fat porky design, i won’t shed too many tears over this being its final appearance, because it marks a new step forward for warner bros. cartoons are becoming funnier, snappier, wittier, the disney influence continually waning. good things await.

i definitely recommend you check this one out. while it’s not my all time favorite tashlin cartoon, there’s a lot to admire, from voice direction to animation to even the layouts. 

link!

#lt #looney tunes #porky’s double trouble #tashlin #reviews #long post

[amerrierworld]

Just Pretend

Ocean’s 8 - oneshot

Summary: You’ve been spending a lot of time with the Ocean’s crew and your friends are worried. Lou finds a way to get them off your tail.

Characters: Lou x fem!reader, the Ocean’s gang, your friends (F/N). 

Word Count: 1,376

Warnings: Swearing

“Y’know, my friends have been wondering where I’ve been hanging out recently,” you said as you took another sip of coffee and played your next card.

“Hm? And what’d you tell them?” Rose asked.

“Just that I’ve been hanging with a friend that they don’t know,” you shrugged. “Don’t worry, they don’t know about the lot of you. They just seem to think I’ve got a new girlfriend or something.”

The team of nine was sitting in Lou’s loft, lazing about with your newly acquired riches and enjoying each other’s company. You’d met Debbie through Constance being a mutual friend in the city, and she’d hired you on the team instantly. 

You were playing cards with Rose, Constance (who was certainly cheating) and Tammy around the small table. Amita was making excited chitchat with Daphne over some fanciful jewelry while Nineball was tapping away on her computer. Constance had a small portable radio blasting some tunes to fill the spacey loft.

Debbie was in the kitchen, making a phone call to get pizza delivered because Lou had had enough of having her fridge raided, primarily by you and Constance who were nefarious snackers when bored. 

Lou wasn’t anywhere to be seen, much to your disappointment. Over the past couple weeks prepping for the heist, you’d taken a liking to the blonde. Who wouldn’t take a liking to her? Confident, funny, sexy (especially when wearing anything leather).

“A new girlfriend, eh?” Tammy smirked. 

Your liking to Lou hadn’t gone unnoticed, much to your chagrin. You didn’t handle feelings very well, and though you could be cool and collected when flirting casually, you were at a complete loss when it came to approaching Lou. 

“Shut up,” you smacked Tammy’s arm. “They all know I don’t have time for that kind of stuff anyways. They’re just really annoying about it.”

“Annoying about what?” Debbie had joined the group, with a glass of red wine in hand.

“Y/N’s friends seem to think she’s being dragged away by a new lady-lover with the amount of time she’s spending with us,” Tammy smirked. 

“Which is ridiculous- stop looking at me like that!” you huffed as Debbie looked at you knowingly. It was true, with the prep for the heist and planning the aftermath, you’d barely had the chance to see your regular friends outside of the eight co-criminals. You felt a little bad, but you certainly didn’t mind. They were a fun bunch, and the dynamic the group had was comfortable. 

Except when it came to Lou.

Fucking Lou.

Every time she looked at you with her smoldering eyes you felt like the whole world faded away. You were only mildly convinced that she felt something too when she never looked away from your gaze. It made the heist planning only somewhat difficult. 

You wondered where she was now. Probably driving around on her bike somewhere, in fucking leather again. You reached over and took a large sip of Tammy’s water without looking at her, knowing she’d have that annoying grin on her face. 

The door opened just as you played another card. You all turned to see Lou walk in. 

And what a way to walk in. 

First she dumped her bike helmet on the closest table and wiped her hands on a dirty rag she had. Head to toe in stark black leather and black heeled boots. Her fringe was slightly messy and there was a bit of oil and grease from her bike on her forehead. 

Her eyes were lined with sultry black and she unzipped her leather jacket to reveal a deep red button down (with half the buttons undone as usual) underneath. Your mouth went dry and you realized that she was looking straight at you. Rose had turned the music down.

“Y/N, there’s some buggers just outside looking for you. Told them I had no idea who you were in case you didn’t want them coming in.”

You groaned. “What did they look like?”

Lou described them and you sighed heavily. Two of your best mates had come following you to check on you, you figured. You got up from the couch just as there was knocking on the door and your phone lit up.

You picked up. 

“Yo! Y/N, what the hell’s going on? Where are you, really?”

You came to stand next to Lou, halfway between your spot on the couch and the front doors. She looked at you with a bemused smile as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Doesn’t matter, F/N. Look, I know you’re here. But just, don’t follow me alright? I’m perfectly fine.”

“Y/N, we’re convinced you’re either involved with some real illegal shit or you’ve found yourself a new lady. Either way, we just wanna make sure you’re okay. You’re not staying at this big ol’ loft are you?”

“What would make you say that?”

You heard your other friend whistle from the background. “Well, if you are, you’ve got one heckin’ catch on your hands, girl.”

As you were talking Lou turned on her heels and walked to the front doors. You followed her quickly, worried that she was going to throw them into the street for annoying you like this. 

“Can we not talk about this right now? I’ll meet you guys for drinks on the weekend. I know, I’m sorry I’ve been so absent lately, it’s just that-,”

“It’s just that her new lady likes to spend some time alone with Y/N at her own place. Is that too much to ask?”

You gawked. Lou had opened the door and leaned, all sexy but nonchalantly, against the frame to stare your two friends down on the front steps. They made eye contact with you and you hung up the phone, your face beet-red.

“I’ll tell you personally that Y/N is perfectly fine and safe here,” Lou continued casually. “How about we all go out for drinks this weekend and get to know each other properly?”

All of you were staring at Lou, and your mind was racing with what she meant, but you refused to let your imagination run rampant. You smiled wryly at your friends who stared at the intimidating figure that was your smokin’ Australian biker lady. 

They swallowed and nodded once. 

“Great! See you then,” And she shut the door in their faces. You jumped at the sound.

“W-huh?” You were completely confused at what just happened.

Lou turned to look at you and smirked. You blinked and unsuccessfully tried to regain your composure.

“Uhm, yeah, thanks for that Lou. I mean, you didn’t have to send them off like that, but I appreciate you pretending to get them off my ass, really.”

Lou stepped closer to you and caught your wrist before you could move away in surprise. She looked at you with sultry, piercing blue eyes and her next words were a low, hushed whisper.

“Who said I was pretending?”

You gawked. Again. Honestly, it was hard not to when it came to Lou. She moved impossibly closer and suddenly her mouth was on yours. She tasted of coffee, cigarettes and vodka. You were dumbfounded and could barely move as she pulled away. She chuckled at your expression before bringing your knuckles up to her lips and kissing them lightly.

It was then that you came back to reality. Your hand pulled away from hers and cupped the back of her neck to kiss her, hard. A low groan escaped Lou’s mouth as her hands grabbed your waist and yours wound up in her bleach blonde hair. You could feel heat searing through every bone in your body, until-

“Hey, love birds. Either get a room or come finish this card game okay?”

You hastily pulled away and looked to see Tammy smirking again. Lou pulled you against her as you turned around and her lips brushed your ear, making you shiver.

“Better go make sure Constance doesn’t cheat you guys again, eh?”

You nodded weakly and made your way back to the group, reaching behind to intertwine your fingers with Lou’s. She gripped yours back in a way that made your heart warm and a wide grin suddenly broke across your face as Rose turned the music back on.

A/N: hello. hi. its me. i have NO idea how long it’s been since I’ve written or posted ANYTHING for tumblr. But hey, it’s been a long time, I just rewatched Ocean’s 8 and I’m a stan for anything Cate Blanchett does, so here we are! A small little ficlet to quench all your quarantine-related thirsts. Be safe you guys. If you want to see any fics written by me please leave a request :) It’s been years since I’ve been on here but I’ve been filled with new inspiration and an urge to write. Who knows what’ll come next?

#lou x you #lou miller x you #lou miller #oceans 8 #debbie ocean #fanfic #cate blanchett #sandra bullock #sarah paulson #gay #lou miller x reader #cate blanchett x you #oceans 8 fanfic #lgbtq #wlw #merry writes

[rhetoricalrogue]

ME relationship asks: 18 and 40 for all your Shepard 😁

Thank you! From the Mass Effect relationship questions:

18. Share a headcanon about Shepard and their LI.

Louisa: Kaidan got her the hoodie when they were at the Citadel one time. For whatever reason it was in the Spectre supply room along with a handful of N7 merch, most likely as a way to highlight that Shepard was in the program. While she was busy looking over sniper rifles, he snagged it. He wasn't looking at sizes because he was trying to be quick about it, and the guy manning the register thought Kaidan wanted it for himself, so it winds up being several sizes too big for Lou, but fits perfectly on him. Louisa wears it all the time as a visible signal that she's off-duty (or as off-duty as she can get as the CO) and teased that it looks like she's wearing her boyfriend's hoodie. He teased back with "you know, I could wear it every now and then if that's what you really want."

Juliana: She and Joker are together before the events in ME1, but are careful with regs by making sure they're never on the same assignment and keep their relationship on the down-low. The fact that the shakedown run was their first "oops, we need to fly under the radar and not let anyone know about us lest we get reported" mistake was solely due to the highly classified nature of the mission. As far as the rest of the crew knows, they're only really good friends who've known the other for years, which isn't quite a lie. They're just really good at sneaking around to make out when no one's watching.

Delores: oh man, she doesn't really have an LI, not in the traditional sense. She and Zaeed just sort of did the mutual "you've been staring at my ass, why don't you come closer and touch it instead?" thing while drinking one time and it sort of became an unofficial FWB thing. They flirt out in the open so much that the whole Normandy crew starts taking bets on when they become a thing. Donnelly and Daniels share the pot because they were privy to hearing some interesting noises coming from the starboard cargo hold one evening. And when I say privy to, I mean they were

"Is that....? Oh my god, yes it is. Ken, start talking about anything super loud, I can't overhear this!"

*impressed whistle* "Standing ovation, Massani. Didn't think an old man your age could keep it up for that long."

"KENNETH COULD YOU NOT."

Noah: They people watch. It started as Noah trying to break the semi-uncomfortable silence between them when he and Miranda were left alone on a Citadel shopping trip. She didn't know what to make of him proclaiming "see that person over there? They're an intergalactic spy. They're hanging out by themselves because they're waiting for their informant." in a tone of voice that said he was certain his information was correct. It evolved into them creating this elaborate story involving random passersby that grew even bigger over time whenever they're somewhere public.

40. Is there someone in the squad of ME/ME2/ME3 Shepard dislikes? Why?

Louisa: Jack, at first. Her attitude rubs her the wrong way when Shepard was still trying to tamp down the whole "I died and was brought back and no one I care about knows that I'm alive holy shit, I died" thing, but then Lou starts to think that if she had been a biotic experiment and locked away, she wouldn't be all sunshine and daisies either. They may not see eye to eye on some things, but they have a mutual respect for the other in the end.

Juliana: Liara, or at least at first. There's no real reason, just an "I dunno, I just don't like her" vibe. By the time she's become the Shadow Broker, she's grown on her though.

Delores: Chambers. She hates psychologists on principle after the events on Mindoir, seeing them as a kid on Earth in the months following, and then dealing with them post-Akuze. Kelly tried to suggest that Del see her in a professional session after a mission where it was obvious that Delores was stressed out from and Del's response while she stalked off to get drunk with Jack and then jump Zaeed's bones later on was "get fucked."

Noah: This boy is a certified Boy Scout who likes everyone and wants everyone to like him back (even if he doesn't say it out loud.) Even if he doesn't get along with someone 24/7, he likes everyone.

#series: mass effect #my sheps #I remember about 5% of the stuff I thought up about Noah #he's the most hazy of my sheps in terms of character development #he and Ash were an item but then after Horizon he thought she broke up with him and then he and Miranda started getting close #which ooops AWKWARD come ME3 #he also has cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass #and is a super sweet guy who wears his heart on his sleeve

[telli1206]

The Only Time I Feel Alive Is When I Find Something I Would Die For (Part 2)

Mal’s plots turn personal when she cooks up a plan for her big brother, Jay, and Evie’s brother, Carlos.

Part 1 is here.

This also based off a @bunny-lou​ prompt from this post.

Evie has to admit, Mal can really be insufferable sometimes. 

Whatever plan she has, Evie can’t help but worry a little as to why Mal needs to have her brother involved. One minute her purple-haired friend is all talk of of their school assignment/actual plot to rule the isle, and the next minute she’s asking her to bring Carlos to a secret movie screening being projected on the side of a factory just outside of downtown, and refusing to give any explanation as to why. 

Of course, Evie has her theories. After all, you can’t just ask if someone is single without having any romantic ulterior motives can you? Mal is smart, sure, but Evie wasn’t born yesterday. She’s spent enough time with her best friend at this point to surmise at least part of her plotting before she attempts a follow-through.

But Evie’s not sure how she feels about that, since she has really no idea what Mal’s romantic intentions are for Carlos. Does she have a crush on him? Is Mal trying to plan a date for herself with Evie’s older brother?

For some reason, the thought of Mal flirting with Carlos leaves a lump in Evie’s throat and sends her stomach churning. Mal is her friend, and she doesn’t want to lose her time with her in favor of her brother. Or anyone else, actually. She enjoys every moment she spends with the girl with purpley hair, fiery green eyes and a devilish pout. She doesn’t want to give that up to anyone.

But she can’t ever deny Mal anything. 

“I’m glad you found out about this screening and invited me, Eves. I’ve been dying to see this movie,” Carlos tells her, smiling brightly ahead as they walk.

“Of course! Thanks for agreeing to be my chaperone so mom would let me go,” she giggles, bumping him playfully in his shoulder. “But I did know that this movie would be right up your alley. A guy travelling across the country to find a girl he met online is just romantic enough to catch your interest,” Evie teased, making Carlos snort at her and shake his head.

“You know me too well, sis. But don’t you start spreading the word that I love rom coms. You might ruin my rep,” Carlos adds with a wink.

Evie can’t hide the chuckle that bursts from her lips. “Sure thing, bro. Gotta protect that rep that I’ve never heard anyone talk about ever.” 

Carlos tries to give Evie a knowing glare, but his eyes are alight with laughter, and the pair chuckle quietly to themselves as they finally approach the crowd gathering in front of the factory.

-----

“Why am I here again?” Jay moans,unable to hide his irritation.

Mal rolls her eyes. “Because mom didn’t want me to die going out at night alone? You can’t just be my chaperone for once and NOT bitch about it?”

Jay slouches back on the blanket they laid out with a quiet ‘oomph,’ glaring daggers at his sister but otherwise keeping quiet. Mal huffs, checking her phone for the tenth time, waiting for Evie to respond to her text. She’s not late persay, but Mal is eager to put her plan in motion. She’s fairly sure Jay is completely oblivious, despite her odd request for him to brush out his hair and brush his teeth, griping and asking why Mal suddenty cared about his appearance. Luckily, he had bought her whining that she didn’t want to be embarassed being seen with him and just shrugged it off, while still adding a jab about her being too much of a princess if that’s what she’s worrying about as he went about with his primping.

“What’s this movie about anyway? I swear if this is some lame ass romance I’m leaving you here to fend for yourself,” Jay sneers, grinding his teeth at the thought.

Before Mal can answer, her phone alerts to the text message she’s been waiting for. She smiles disarmingly as she reads, peaking Jay’s curiosity. He tries to lean over to see but she quickly clicks off her screen, standing up and looking out to the back of the parking lot.

“Well I won’t be alone now if you want to leave, but I have a feeling you won’t,” she says, chuckling to herself. Evie comes into view, waving excitedly when she sees Mal, with Carlos in tow just behind her.

A glance over her shoulder is more than rewarding, as Mal is greeted with the reaction she had expected - Jay is frozen, openly staring at the boy with Evie, his mouth agape. 

“Keep yourself in check, lover boy,” she mumbles, tipping her shoulder up to tap Jay’s mouth shut. He stands fully upright, shaking himself out of his stupor as he glares at his sister.

“You did NOT tell me Carlos was coming,” he hissed, his hands frantically smoothing his hair and clothing, trying his best to look presentable.

“Would you have come if I did? Or would you have chickened out, like yesterday?”

Mal keeps her eyes trained on Jay as he stares back, stunned. Finally, he lets his shoulders slump in defeat, prompting a tiny snort from Mal as she turns to face him, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

“Forget it. The point is, you have your shot now. DON’T blow it,” she insists, pointing insistently in Jay’s face.

Speechless, Jay merely nods, turning back to face the approaching siblings.

Carlos’ face mirrors Jay’s, surprise in his eyes, mouth open. But Evie shares a knowing look with Mal, and the fact that her best friend has already figured out her idea has Mal absolutely glowing. No one will ever get her like Evie does.

“Hi Mal! Jay!” Evie greets them warmly, grabbing Carlos’ arm to pull him in front of her. “Jay, you remember my brother, Carlos, right?”

Carlos’ lips turn up into a weak, awkward smile as he lifts his gaze to meet Jay’s. Jay smiles back, gulping loudly as he tries to respond.

“Of course. Hi, Carlos. It’s good to see you again,” Jay replies sweetly, tipping his head to the boy.

“Y-you too. Jay.” Carlos voice is barely above a whisper, and for the first time Mal notices that Evie’s brother seems just as flustered around Jay as Jay is around him. 

Her plan might go even more smoothly than she thought.

“Alright!” Mal interjects loudly, clapping her hands together for attention. “Now that we’ve had introductions, why don’t you both join us on the blanket we laid out?” She offers, gesturing to the spot they prepared just to the side of them.

As the boys start to sit, Mal walks behind them to quickly grasp at Evie’s hand, holding her back. Evie quirks a brow, eyeing her quizzically.

“Come to think of it, I should probably run to the bathroom before the movie starts. Evie, do you need to go?” Mal’s eyes widen as she stares at her blue-haired friend, giving her a tiny wink when she turns her back to Jay and Carlos.

“Oh...oh! Yes, I do. Thanks for reminding me, Mal.” Evie turns up the wattage on her smile, stretching it so wide it almost looks like her face could break. 

The boys pause in their movements, but Mal places firm hands on Jay’s shoulders to push him to the blanket, with Evie nodding to Carlos to join him. Finally seated, they glance at each other only to look away again quickly. 

Mal fights back an eye roll as she watches them. These boys are so ridiculous.

“We’ll be back in a minute,” she assures, grabbing Evie by the hand again. Before walking away, she quickly dips her head behind her brother.

“Compliment him.” she whispers in his ear, picking up her pace to walk away as soon as she’s sure Jay hears her. She practically takes off, forced to pull Evie along to keep up. 

When she’s sure the boys aren’t watching them, Mal lunges behind a row of garbages cans, yanking Evie down with a tiny yelp beside her.

“Ready to watch some terrible flirting?” Mal jokes. She leans close to the bluenette beauty, until their foreheads are almost touching. The girl grins toothily at her, using her free hand to point to a space between the cans with a perfect view of the blanket.

Mal comes in close, her breath hitching as she presses her cheek against Evie’s to get a better view through the small opening, letting her eyes shut for a second to revel in the touch of her friend’s petal soft skin. They stand perfectly still, breath shallow as they strain to listen.

“You know, you could have told me your plan,” Evie tells her, tone breathy. “It’s not like I wouldn’t have helped if I’d known. You know I hate being left in the dark.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Mal giggles, turning a side eye to the girl pressed against her. “Besides, I love how fast you always figure things out, Eves. You’re an evil genius, too, just like me. You know that?”

Mal can feel Evie’s face warming against hers, and Mal feels a warmth of her own blooming in her chest, just from knowing that her words had made the bluenette blush. 

She gives Evie’s hand a squeeze, tilting her head through their makeshift peephole. “Shhhh, now. We need to hear this. Knowing my brother, there’s a good chance this could still be a shit show, even after all my help.”

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Jay nervously picks at the hem of his jeans, keeping his eyes trained on the patch of blue blanket between his legs. He steals glances of the boy next to him every few seconds, seeing how Carlos focuses on the people setting up the movie screen, and that he’s fisting the blankets in his hands as he pays close attention, almost examining the equipment as if he was trying to figure out how it works.

A few minutes have passed in complete silence, and Jay feels restless with each passing second. The command from his sister repeats in his head, and as much as he tries to push it down, he knows it’s his best shot to get things moving forward with Carlos.

 But before he can think of something to say, he startles, turning to face Carlos as hears the boy loudly clear his throat.

“S-so...” Carlos starts, slowly. “Were you, excited to see this movie, too? Is that why you came?”

Jay’s sure Mal didn’t even tell him what they were seeing, but simply nods in agreement, too eager to finally be engaging in conversation with Carlos. He looks up, meeting the boy’s gaze, and he feels his mouth instantly go dry. He’s met with beautiful, deep pools of dark chocolate brown, brows furrowed only slightly as Carlos waits for Jay to talk.

“Uh, yeah man. I can’t wait.” He stares, waiting for Carlos’ reaction.

The boy’s face is blank for a moment, as Jay holds his breath. Finally, his lips curl into a hint of a half smile.

“Really? That’s great. I actually thought I might be the only guy on the isle that geeked out over rom coms.”

Shit.

Jay almost winces, but forces himself to hold his composure. Carlos was smiling, after all. Smiling at him. That was most important.

“Uhhhh. Yeah, man. They’re great. I love them.”

A weird snorting noise in the distance jolts him for a moment. He’d recognize that unpolished outburst anywhere. Mal.

A quick scan around him shows no sign of an irritating little sibling, but the reminder of her presence is enough set him back on task.

He pauses to think, wiping a few beads of sweat off his forehead as he does, and then brushing away a few strands of hair that are sticking to his face.

“Man, it’s hot,” he comments, glancing at Carlos.

The boys nods, his curls bouncing softly in the movement.

“I wish I had your hair,” Jay says wistfully. He reaches a hand up, slowly, grazing a few ringlets with his fingertips. “You always look good.”

The sudden silence is deafening, and Jay’s hand tenses at the sight of Carlos’ widened eyes and parted lips.

“I mean, your hair! It always looks good. Mine is a sweaty, sticky mess right now, see?” He gestures frantically, pulling his fingers through some sweaty pieces. “Do you, like...curl it? Yourself?”

Carlos tilts his head, looking like a lost puppy. “Um, it just. Curls this way. I don’t do, anything?”

“Right! Of course not,” Jay relents, biting his lip. “Well, it still looks good. It...suits you. Like, really.”

Carlos can’t hide the smile the spreads across his face, brightened with a pink flush that blooms almost immediately. Jay visibly relaxes when he sees that, heaving a sigh of release. His eyes never leave Carlos’ as he returns the smile, his teeth flashing prominently as his grin spreads even wider.

“Thank Evil,” Mal breathes, squeezing Evie’s hand. “That was touch and go for a minute there. Good thing my brother finally got his head out of his ass.”

Evie giggles as she stands, pulling Mal up with her. “Oh stop it. That was cute. Carlos likes him, I can tell. There’s definitely something there.”

“Yeah, I see it,” Mal agrees, swinging Evie’s hand casually as they walk back. “That’s why i had to help that dumbass brother of mine get his shit together. Who knows if he’d ever have made a move without my help.”

“Who knew you were such a good sister?” Evie teases, quirking a smile at her friend.

“Um, I did, of course,” Mal snidely remarks, chuckling at Evie. “Not gonna lie though, I might have my own, personal reasons, too.” She stops a few feet short of the boys, holding Evie back with her.

“And once I can get my lame brother to seal the deal, I just might let you in on them, Eves.”

#jaylos #jay x carlos #malvie #mal x evie #jay son of jafar #mal bertha #Carlos De Vil #evie grimhilde #Descendents #descendants fanfiction #bunny-lou prompt

[five-wow]

10.19!!! watched it, had thoughts about it, wrote them down. the usual under the cut.

there is a random man in steve’s kitchen (is it the helicopter guy? i... don’t know him well enough to be sure but i am genuinely unsure who else it would be) wearing a “seals do it better” apron while he’s cooking and talking to junior about how this recipe helped him “seal the deal” with the love of his life. okay, random man. you’re not acknowledging it, but you just made a seal pun, so you have my attention.

btw, for a good long moment i genuinely thought this guy might be danny in some kind of weird dream sequence future. i mean, old danny in steve’s kitchen wearing a seal-themed apron and making waffles? i wouldn’t hate it.

junior about how it’s going with tani: “it’s amazing.” okay a) YAY and THAT IS VERY CUTE and b) even so, it’s hilarious to me when random guy says “sounds like you’ve got it bad” just based on junior saying that it’s amazing while he kind of smiles vaguely. cute as it was, it wasn’t a passionate love declaration.

junior lies in bed awake at night dreaming of his thing with tani working out (and not sleeping because he’s scared it might not) and i just !! he’s a smitten mess over her and i adore it, even though his level of anxiety sounds like it’s a little detrimental for his sleep, omg.

fjdkfd we get a scene of adam and quinn who went surfing together and OF COURSE they’re standing under the beach showers as they talk because i feel like adam is literally contractually obligated to have a certain number of shower scenes each season.

tani!! gave quinn!! some surfing pointers!! let’s review: we know that tani is really great at surfing and definitely better than junior, because we had a scene once of them getting back from a surfing trip and junior was slightly pouty over it and tani was absolutely unwilling to downplay her own skill and it was Very Good, and now, in these last few episodes, tani was first present during noelani’s surfing lessons and now she’s apparently been giving quinn advice, and the idea of the h50 women hanging out? the idea of tani being supportive and sharing her knowledge? it’s all so good, ahhh. (ALSO. my mighty need for tani and kono to meet grows with each and every mention of tani’s surfing skill.)

oh my gOD i wrote that bit in brackets and hit play on the episode and IMMEDIATELY adam says that he’s used to being second best in the ocean because “my ex wife was a pro surfer, and very competitive.” YES. GOOD. LOVE THE KONO REFERENCE.

quinn gets a dramatic call from an olivia! i read an episode description, so i know that’s her ex-step daughter. i’m a little hesitant about this “btw quinn has an ex-husband” subplot, but also curious to see where they’re going with it, and quinn jumping to help out a teen girl that she still has a strong bond with is an angle of approach that could potentially be very very relevant to my interests.

cows! “moooo” say the cows, quietly, under the music. they’re not important or plot-relevant, i just like cows.

fjdkfd olivia has a Bad Dad and yes, i do want quinn to adopt her now. it could be good! she could swap tips with steve about how to let your adopted teen know they’re loved and safe and worth so much more than what their parents gave them.

tani to junior: “what, you think i didn’t have a life before i met you?” junior’s eyes: [shoot up to steve, standing right behind tani, who is junior’s mentor AND boss, making it slightly awkward to have a relationship talk right in front of him during work hours] POOR BOY (but also, yes, tani, tell him).

junior is now obsessed with the mystery of why tani is so familiar with a random rancher bar an hour away from her house, and to be honest, so am i.

tani wON A LINE DANCING COMPETITION FOUR WEEKS IN A ROW. that is the BEST solution to the mystery, my gosh.

tani: [brags about her line dancing skills and calls herself the queen] junior: “who are you?” fdjkfdjkfd junior, i don’t even know why you’re suprised that a) tani slays at something she did or b) she is utterly unapologetic about that fact.

olivia says that maybe quinn could come watch her play volleybal some time and quinn says that she’d love to but it’s complicated and don’t do that, quinn! my heart hurts now!

OKAY so olivia isn’t doing cheer this year even though she was captain the previous year and she makes up an excuse about it being because of the other girls but it’s actually about HER DAD taking the money that quinn gave her for a UNIFORM which means she probably couldn’t even try out and I HATE THIS. find your ex and kick his ass, quinn.

lou, after talking about macadamia farming: “but here’s where the story gets a littllllle... nutty.” tani, fistpumping: “nice one.” punner solidarity!! good stuff, good stuff. (though i do wonder what happened to danny’s punning streak in later seasons. anyone remember 1.14, when he joked about the head in a box? he’s lost his appreciation for this fine art and it’s a tragedy, honestly.)

quinn has enlisted adam’s help in tracking her ex (jake) down and she’s telling adam a little about how she never thought she’d fall for a guy like him but he was charming, and then she says “and olivia” and THAT’S when she really smiles, and look, PLEASE don’t let this episode end with olivia still living with her dad because will have to write fix-it fic.

quinn: “i haven’t told anybody i was married, not even steve.” that’s cool, but like, do we believe that means steve doesn’t know? if his background checks haven’t gone completely downhill in the last few years, i would assume he’s figured this out, right? (i love quinn’s “in case you haven’t noticed, i’m not really a sharer” that she adds, because it fits with her personality and it’s just nice to have a female character that’s allowed to be a little secretive about her past in a way that doesn’t feel, idk, sensationalized.)

i have seen a lot of gifs of this episode by now and they’re all of steve and danny and the horses so i’ve seen most of their very polite discussion that ensues when danny calls steve out on not asking him if he wants to ride along, but it’s still utterly glorious. grace gets mentioned, too! and the way danny ends it with “why don’t you try to keep up?” as he passes in front of steve, with steve watching him go? that is flirting. blatant flirting in front of all of their poor teammates. (at least now junior can feel a little less awkward about bringing his relationship with him on the job!)

fjdkfdjk lou’s “all this and they still go time to argue, isn’t that nice?” is A+

steve and danny, as they’re super leisurely chasing some criminals through the woods on horseback: yes, this would be a good time to make up an argument about absolutely nothing at all.

oh gosh, okay, danny says “you know i can uh, i can hear you at night” and steve’s response is “why don’t you get some earplugs?” and um. uh. it’s followed by context, i know, but come on, jfc.

“when i moved in a couple months ago” he’s just GOING for it now, omg. not “came to stay with you”, no attempt at hiding that he’s been staying with steve for literal months at this point - just. when i moved in. a couple months ago.

(i am obviously also very aware of what danny is saying about steve not sleeping and how that’s a new thing because it wasn’t like that a few months ago and steve’s evasiness about it and i am VERY WORRIED ABOUT THAT but i’m also electing to somewhat ignore it because. my god. screw that. we don’t want any of where that seems to be headed in this house.)

“i appreciate it. thank you.” this is growth and it’s good and it’s steve realizing that maybe just his quippy putdown isn’t enough of a response to danny’s genuine offer of support! (and again, we’re not thinking about reasons why he might want to think twice about how he treats danny so danny will know he’s appreciated, because there is no reason for steve to be worried about that, because nothing is going to happen.)

steve: “cuff him, danno.” DANNO. danno has returned from war!!

fjdkfd and then steve says it again in like, the next sentence he says. really cramming in those danno’s suddenly.

oh noooooo. quinn tells adam that jake could be a very good dad (which is valid! addiction is a disease and it’s good to know he wasn’t always like this to olivia, even if i don’t think it excuses what’s happening now), but then she says that jake was all the things she always wished her own dad could be and that maybe that’s why she was so drawn to him, and. okay. did not need that. h50 has a tendency to make women compare their love interests to their dads that makes me very uncomfortable. (the other big one that springs to mind is when abby and chin are courting and chin opens a car door for abby and she says something about how she always admired chivalry in her dad and she thought that died out with his generation and it’s this weird thing where she seems to be flirting by going “wink wonk you make me think of my dad” and oh my god. let’s just say it’s very much not my thing.)

steve and danny end up holed up in a cabin while seven people shoot at them and ahhh, just like old times. also just like last episode, to be honest, with the whole cabin filled with poison thing, but at least there’s no poison this time! that’s a plus!

steve’s improv involves LASSO’ING a guy i’m screaming

dude gets the drop on steve, they have an epic fight, steve HITS HIS HEAD and the dude picks up a GIANT LOG to hulksmash on steve’s head, presumably, and then danny swoops in to the rescue and!!! that’s also very much like old times!!! especially with this forest green color scheme and steve lying on the floor a little dazed it really reminds me of that episode with the girlscout troop in season 3.

(so. in this possible universe we’re not talking about where steve might be sick again and could be pacing at night because he knows or fears he’s going to die (you know the one) do you think that maybe part of why his first words to danny are “why’d you leave the cabin? that wasn’t the plan” is that he was kind of... hoping the other guy would get to finish him off? do you ever think about how steve mcgarrett, man of action, would almost definitely rather go out in a blaze of glory after taking out six guys all on his own with danny having his back, than after watching his own body slowly betray him and give out on him after losing a painful and drawn-out fight with itself?)

confused, frowny steve who almost definitely has a concussion and is also still very bloody is oddly cute, gosh. also, nincompoop! definitely one of danny’s most wonderful insults yet.

quinn gets her ex arrested and yells at him and tells him that if he doesn’t clean up his act, he’ll lose custody of his daughter, and then she drives away and she’s sobbing and trying not to and just !!!!! this was definitely the good kind of “quinn has an ex-husband” storyline, but also very painful.

the sunset scene! seen this in gifset too, but hoooo boy, it hits very differently with actual sound. (i may also have described the scene to my sister and mentioned the “probably ‘cause i figured i’d see a million more” and her immediate response was “oooh, he’s dead” and yES, that’s what i was TELLING YOU i’m worried about and also what i’m not thinking about so let’s just pretend i’m not typing these words right now.)

fdjkfdjkfd i’m sure that steve turning to danny just as he says “those are the things that you’re gonna miss the most in the end, you know” after mentioning things you see every day is just. a total coincidence. yeah. he’s totally just turning away from this sunset he was so entranced by a moment ago to look at danny’s face because he wants to stretch his neck. uh huh.

there’s banter about squirrels and it’s good and then steve says “admit it danny, you’re gonna miss this when it’s done” and that sounds very meta, omg, but it gets better when danny says “yeah, maybe, but i would never say it out loud” because that is literally a way to say it, out loud.

a very good episode!! i loved meeting olivia and learning about quinn’s background and there was some prime tani content and to top it off a lot of mcdanno in the second half, and if we just completely ignore that this episode also made my anxiety about the series finale skyrocket (which i knew it would, based on what i’d gathered of other people’s response to it, but that still didn’t accurately prepare me) it was wonderful and i liked it a lot! 

#10.19 #h50 spoilers #h50 #I. DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT MIGHT BE AHEAD

[ellebabywrites]

The Hitman - In Exodus (PREVIEW)

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Following you was far easier than Jongin had anticipated, thinking that he’d be kept on his toes trying to avoid getting caught, but you seemed completely oblivious to the fact that someone had been following you, watching your routines and judging them oh so harshly.

He kept his distance at first, observing from afar as you went about your daily activities. But soon enough, Jongin found himself immersed in the story that was your life. On the sidelines, a spectator, keeping mental notes of your behaviours.

Keeping space between you, Jongin follows you down the familiar street. He knows exactly where you’re going, the same place you’ve gone to for lunch every day that week. After your first class of the day you head straight to Lou’s café to grab something to eat and get some studying done. Like clockwork, the only thing to change was your order. Jongin would never admit that he’d grown to enjoy the establishment himself, but it was one of the least tedious moments of the day.

With the sky starting to darken in the cold weather, you fumble around your bag for your wallet amongst the loose scrunchies and old receipts, Jongin scoffs in disbelief.

“How have you not been jumped yet?” He mumbled to himself. Before you’ve even walked through the café doors you have your money in hand, out in the open for anyone to take. Jongin had picked up on the blissful ignorance you had in regards to the danger in Exodus, instead, choosing to carry on carefree. Stupid he thinks.

Standing in line a few spots behind you, he watches as you let person after person cut in front and he just doesn’t get it. You only have an hour before the start of your next class and yet you’re willingly letting yourself be pushed back? People were clearly taking advantage of your kindness, but you were either incredibly stupid or didn’t care. When the older woman in front of you is a few dollars short, you don’t hesitate before lending her the difference, even putting back your own drink just so you could afford to help her. How could someone so generous be apart of something so evil? Then again, most of Exodus were playing that game.

Grabbing a coffee of his own, Jongin sits a table over from where you plant yourself, what had become your regular spots. Finding amusement in the way you struggle to fit both of your study books in the small space.

Now, only a short while before you needed to be back in class, you attempt to get as much work done while shoveling food down your throat as you could. Jongin thought it was hilarious, bar the tuna mayo that is. “Tuna? Really? It’s 11am jesus christ!” Maybe it was easy for him to judge you from a distance, but out of all the things he’d learnt, your love of tuna was the worst.

He watches your face scrunch and eyebrows furrow as you try and absorb the information, recognising the same study book you’ve been working on all week, the one for Professor Jeong’s class that you’d been struggling with. The pages covered almost entirely in highlighter with notes and doodles littering the margins. Cute.

You just seem so harmless. No matter how hard he tries Jongin just can’t seem to figure you out. Perhaps MX were blackmailing you? Maybe they had something that forced you to be their spy? It was the only explanation he could think of, because it just didn’t seem plausible that the girl in front of him, furiously editing her notes for the hundredth time that hour, the one with drops of mayonnaise left over on the corner of her lips, could be willingly working with the notorious MX. But you were involved somehow, of that he was sure.

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The library is quiet, the sound of rustling papers and hushed whispers being the only source of noise. Luckily, it was busier than usual due to the wave of group projects being assigned, it made it easy for Jongin to blend in.

He watches you curiously from behind one of the bookshelves, trying to understand why you haven’t slapped the asshole beside you yet. He’d been cutting you off and putting you down every chance he could.

“I just think if we..”

“Seriously Y/N don’t strain yourself, I think we’ve got it.”

Asshole.

Even Jongin wanted to punch this guy. Being the only girl in the group, the others found it easy to dismiss everything you offered.

“Why doesn’t she say anything?” Jongin wondered, once again you were letting people walk all over you.

It’s not like you particularly enjoyed being treated that way, in fact you were daydreaming about slamming said assholes face into the wall at that very moment, but you couldn’t do that. This project defines your grade for the semester and you couldn’t afford that kind of taint on your record. So you bite your tongue. Act none the wiser and count the seconds before you could go home and be done with them all.

Across the library you spot Minho, the cute senior who’d been working as the student librarian for the last month or so. He’s scanning out returns at the desk, eyes glancing up occasionally you presume to keep an eye on things. God he’s cute. When he spots you staring and then takes a look at the rather heated debate going on between your group, he decides to save you from the disarray.

“My hero,” you tease, almost running over to where Minho called you over.

“It was getting too painful to watch! What’s he ranting about this time?” He teases playfully, knowing all too well the constant tension in your group.

“Ugh I don’t even know, it’s so much easier just to tune him out,”

Jongin’s teeth clench watching the exchange between you and the librarian. The childish giggling, the ‘accidental’ touches, the lingering stares. Disgusting.

“Who even is this guy?” If he didn’t know any better Jongin would think this was jealousy, but he did, so all of these unfamiliar feelings had to be from just how pitiful the sight was. This guy was clearly flirting with you, the blush on his cheeks and sweaty palms said as much, but from everything Jongin had learnt you weren’t going to reciprocate. Tragic.

“Are you kidding me? Why is she twirling her hair like some lovestruck school girl? He’s not even her type! He’s... he…” his mumbled ranting cut off by the sound of you laughing across the room. “Well if that is her type then no wonder she’s corrupt.”

He watches the pair of you for a little longer before the need to throw up eventually overtakes his need to stay, deciding he could catch you up later and spare himself the torture of sitting through this.

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The open sign light bounces off wet concrete, illuminating your face with such a subtle glow of pink that Jongin could barely make out the streaks of tears running down your cheeks. He almost missed you sitting crouched over on the pavement, the smell of smoke being what made him stop. Why is she crying? He thought to himself, seeing you curled up in a ball, cigarette dangling from your fingertips haphazardly concerned him. Jongin didn’t have to wonder for too long though, the closer he got to you the clearer he could hear your muffled cries.

“Stupid fucking Geord,” you cuss, taking another long drag to calm your anxieties, “takes all my ideas, monopolises the entire presentation and then my contribution isn’t enough!?”

Jongin had come to know the infamous Geord all too well this last week, the pompous ass that had belittled you in the library, the snotty rich kid with mommy issues that just loved being right. Honestly the fact he hadn’t killed him yet was an accomplishment in itself; but still, seeing you clearly so upset gave Jongin a weird feeling.

You were either getting much better with your performance skills, or he was actually getting mad for you…

With each sniffle, each tear drop, Jongin felt his resolve breaking away and being replaced with a type of anger he’d never felt before. Why did he care that you were crying? Why was it affecting him so much? He didn’t know, but it took all his strength not to go find Geord and make him regret whatever he’d done.

As quickly as you put out the cigarette that was now burning short, you’re reaching for the box to light another. You only really smoked when you were feeling particularly stressed, Jongin hated it. Ironically it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen; painting the walls with someone’s brain was nothing compared to the strong stench of nicotine that passed your lips.

For a second Jongin lets his mind entertain the thought of approaching you, but the professional side of him reminds him who you are. This could be a trick...She’s not an idiot. Then he considers calling you out. Drawing his gun and putting an end to MX’s game once and for all, besides, he’d been observing you for a week now and he couldn’t afford for his attention to be diverted any more, he still had the good old Professor to end.

Before he gets the chance to do either however, you stand up. Taking one last drag before stomping out the last of the flame, your hands carelessly wipe at your face in a feeble attempt at clearing the remnants of your breakdown.

“I’ll be fine, let’s just go home,” you whisper, more than familiar with putting yourself back together and wanting nothing more than a hot bath and warm bed.

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[jflashandclash]

Tales From Mount Othrys

Why Little Siblings Need Fidget Spinners I

           “Can you believe that he expects me to stay?” Pax whined as Mercedes untied the dangling bells from each of his joints. This was a practice exercise for both of them. He’d done awesome this morning—she even told him so. He had to break into the captain’s quarters, dodging or flirting through the guards until he, without ringing a single bell tied around each of his joints, climbed through the side window, took pictures of a particular file, and climbed back out undetected.

         Once Mercedes discovered Pax’s illiteracy, after several months of Pax claiming he couldn’t remember documents that she kept sending him to practice on, they had settled on this method. He would bring the information back and she would sort through it.

         Then came part II: Mercedes untying the bells from his wrists, elbows, knees, ankles, waist, and neck. She also wasn’t allowed to make the bells ring. She had instructed him to think of them like sleeping fairies that will eat your flesh if you wake them up.

         She said he would be ready for a mission to New Rome soon.

         Pax tried to focus on that and his anger at Axel for leaving, instead of how seamlessly she removed the ribbons from his ankles.

Each segment of bells was attached to the one above—the ankles to the knees and the knees to the waist, so none would slip down. The wrist ones were attached to the elbow and then to the one around his neck. Because no one else could see them during their exercises, they had taken to tying them under Pax’s clothing.

         To put them on or take them off, Pax had to stand in his underwear, alone (other than Mercedes) in the room that she had been allotted to train her spies.

         He swallowed, trying not to notice how pretty her Mediterranean skin tone looked against her olive hijab.

         “As you should,” she said, delicately setting his ankle bells into a small wooden box without the slightest ring.

         Pax blinked, his mind scrambling to remember what he’d just said to her. Right. Axel wanted Pax to stay while Axel went off on some secret mission of awesome—as if Pax couldn’t figure out where his brother was going.

         “How am I supposed to train a proper spy if he can’t work under the duress of a quick response?” she said. Her dark, humorous eyes flicked up to him as she collected the bells from his knees and hips.

         Pax wanted to pout at her. Instead, he glanced up at the ceiling, struggling not to think of her eyes and hoping the only thing rising in him was a blush. He tried to think of things that would keep his head cool—like seeing Morpheus disco. That could kill any engine. Someone needed to remind the gods that disco died decades ago.

         “He acts like I should want to stay,” Pax mumbled.

         “As you should,” Mercedes said, setting the next four bells into the box without a sound. “You’re the inner softness to his hard shell. If something were to happen to you, he’d be coarse and hollow.”

         This was a topic that Pax tried to ignore. It was something both Mercedes and Chris had mentioned, around the same time they began to avoid being alone with Axel.

The Pax brothers had both been terrified Axel would be called back for another cage match. The cruise ship still buzzed about his battle against Praetor Julian.

He had been.

         Pax hadn’t been allowed to go to the next one. Axel forbade it. Pax had been locked in Alabaster’s laboratory while the Witch Boy watched him kick, scream, and sob at the door. Axel could have died without Pax getting a chance to say goodbye or getting a chance to save him. No matter how many times Lou Ellen tried to distract him with magical vials or Alabaster pointed out he’d be more of distraction if he were there, Pax had shrieked.

         Since then, everyone referred to Axel as a natural born killer. As if it was a good thing. As if he had no remorse about whatever demigod he’d had to murder on stage. They didn’t know Axel’s nightmares had gotten worse. They didn’t see how he carefully shined Julian’s medals and polished the new charm bracelet, muttering prayers in Mayan that their souls should safely make it to their afterlife.

         “I’m surprised Luke thinks he can sneak Jack out too,” Mercedes said absently as she untied the bells from Pax’s wrist.

         Pax wanted to be happy for the change of subject. Instead, he jumped, making his neck bell jingle. “What?!”

         Mercedes gave him a smirk.

         Pax whined. Once he proved he could move around soundlessly with the bells, they had a running bet. Whichever of them jingled in their training owed the other a favor. Pax owed Mercedes a lot of favors.

         She set to undoing his elbow bells. “Didn’t you notice that Luke was suddenly concerned about having backup mediators for Jack’s monster meditation classes and other nonsense, ‘in case he got sick,’ even though Jack can’t physically become ill with his power? And how Jack complained that some of his clothing has gone missing—specifically stuff he might use for travel? And how Flynn is shockingly overbooked this week?”

         Pax stared at Mercedes as she removed his shoulder bells. “You’re good,” he said.

         “I strive to have my spy worthiness validated by a munchin,” she said.

         Pax sighed dreamily. “I hope I can talk like you and Alabaster when I grow up. Maybe I’ll absorb it off of you, assuming neither of you starting chasing me out of your wings, although I’m pretty sure Alabaster already wants nothing to do with me.”

         Pax liked to think he had two wings of the ship to enjoy and two wings to carry him: one, Alabaster’s laboratory; the other, Mercedes’ spy barracks. As far as he could see, Alabaster tolerated him on his good days. On his bad days, he chased him out of the lab.

         “Maybe Alabaster and I share something in common. His mistress is his lab. Mine is the spymaster unit. It just takes a little parasite to shake our focus.” Mercedes stood up. The last bell was around his neck. She folded her arms, tilted her head, then reached out a hand and flicked his bell.

         The metal rang.

         Pax swallowed. If it were anyone other than Mercedes, he would have thought she was flirting with him.

         “Now, the favor owing is negated for today,” she said, her face businesslike. “I do this in exchange for you not being stupid and running after Pax One.”

         “That sounds like you’re calling in another favor,” Pax complained, trying to spot how she pinned her head covering. She tucked the pins so well.

         Pax was in the process of making Mercedes a fancy, brown headscarf with pink and yellow embroidery along the edges. As Pax had never embroidered before, and had to sneak a hijab from their spymaster so he could get the proper size, the process had been slow going, much slower than when he’d made Flynn hair sticks with little pandas attached to them. (He didn’t find out until later that she hated pandas. Who would have thought a girl from China could hate pandas? She still wore them sometimes, so he was skeptical when Jack slipped up about that information.)[1]

         Pax hoped Mercedes would wear the headscarf. She always wore simple, plain clothing, no makeup, and no jewelry. What if she didn’t like something ornate?

         Mercedes’ dark eyes felt like they were burning into his soul. “Fine. Use it as a favor, Pax Two. I don’t mind being down two out of a hundred.”

         “It’s not at one hundred!” Pax cried, hoping she wouldn’t notice how he dodged the agreement. There was no way he was about to let Axel rush off on some secret, dangerous mission that only involved Luke and Jack. What if he got in trouble? Or met a hot chick and Pax didn’t get to see the blossoming of their romance? He’d miss months of potential teasing!

         Her gaze narrowed. “I mean it Pax Two. They’re going somewhere you shouldn’t follow.”

         Pax tried to give her a charming smile. Mercedes should know better. Those were the epic words used to warn someone away from an awesome quest. Pax was okay with doing an awesome quest, especially if it meant helping out his brother. Or annoying him. That would also work. He just needed some company questers.

 Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! This is Part I of a Ten Parter about Pax not... thinking things through... So, just a short story of the essence of Pax XD (All shorter chapters and fairly light hearted) Anyway, this entire story hasn’t been betaread, so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes! (I didn’t want to bother my friends with it >.<) I hope you guys are having an awesome weekend!

 [1] As you may have noticed: tiny Pax? Struggles with stereotypes. Older Pax? Struggles with nudity—okay wait. That doesn’t change. Well, at least he unlearns one bad habit.

#Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #Tales from Mount Othrys #PJO #HOO #TFMO #fanfiction #Pax #Mercedes #Pax being an asshole <3 #I want to call up fictional jack and request a house call to author jack. #No more getting sick! #Shit-but that might trigger a -there-can-only-be-one problem #And we have a lot of instruments and guitar strings in the house #O.o

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The tape (pt 6)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 

You rolled over in bed, expecting to look at the now familiar grey walls of Louis Tomlinson’s guest room. Instead, you found a snoring Harry. His curls were tangled, eyes shut, breathing slow, and a light snore falling from his mouth. Your head hurt from crying last night and the events came rushing forward in a cloud of pain. Niall had released the tape. He had caused this whole thing. No, Harry had been the one cheating. He had caused the whole thing. No...well...maybe. Your brain was a jumbled up mess and you didn’t even know how to sort through everything at the moment. Instead, you carefully and quietly crawled out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen. You were hungry. You and Harry hadn’t actually ended up eating the pizza last night, but both you and Harry did get the taste of something neither of you had clearly had since the breakup. Just thinking about the events that had occurred after Niall left, sent shivers down your spine and a left a blush of pink on your cheeks. 

You were standing at the stove, only wearing his shirt that lightly covered the rest of your body. The eggs were nearly done when Harry came rushing into the kitchen, out of breath and an anxious look on his face. He let out a sigh of relief when his eyes landed on yours and he let a smile appear on his face. “I-I thought...I thought you had....never mind.” He walked over and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Morning.”

“Good morning..” you smiled. “Sorry....I just woke up and figured we might need some food after...well after everything last night. Figured food might be an important thing.” you laughed awkwardly and set your attention back on the stove, lifting the pan and scraping the eggs onto the two plates laid out. You scooted one closer to Harry as he handed you a fork, almost like nothing had happened the last few weeks. You watched him take a bite, anxiously awaiting the verdict. “Well....” you asked looking at him before taking a bite of your own.

“You tase better....BUT these are delicious as well.” Harry winked and you felt the familiar heat between your legs. You focused on the food with a smile, trying to shake the feeling that led to everything last night. Harry did the same, trying to figure out if that was crossing a line, or where the line even stood. You and him had definitely made some progress in your forgiveness path but neither of you were sure where it left you now. “Uhm...I know that this may be like weird to say but uh...I feel like..I feel like I just want you to know...that uh...that I really do love having you back home. The place just felt empty and lifeless without you here.”

“It feels good to be home.” you smile at him, placing your now empty and dirty plate into the sink. “I’ve missed yo- it. I’ve missed being home.”

Harry smiled but didn’t say anything. He was not about to ruin the progress being made. He set his plate in the sink and nodded towards the couch. “I’ll clean up.”

“I can help-” 

“No, seriously. You cooked (y/n)...let me clean up.”

You nodded and backed away. “I’m going to go grab a shower then...” Harry smiled and nodded back. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up. 

“Niall?” Harry guessed with a frown.

You shook your head. “Louis. He was just asking how things went and if he needed to come get me.”

“He doesn’t.” Harry quickly objected, earning an amused look from yourself. “Well what I mean is- uh I can always- um- I can..I’ll drive you back. There’s no need for him to come get you.”

“Actually.” you mumbled walking over towards him. You stopped a foot away and smiled, tracing the granite lines on the counter. “I was thinking....maybe that I could...I don’t know...stay a little longer?” you mumbled looking up at him, your lip between your teeth and your heart beating a little faster. Harry wasn’t answering, just staring at you.”I mean only if that’s okay with you! I can just go back to Lou-”

“No!” He jumped forward, startling you. He grabbed your hand and smiled. “I’d uh...I’d like it if you stayed....”

You just smiled and nodded before turning and walking to the bathroom. You were about to hit play on some music when the text came through. *Please....let me explain. I know I hurt you. I know I messed up but I can explain it. Just give me a chance too....* You sighed. You didn’t even know what to do about that. NIall’s text had you confused. You wanted an explanation. You needed to know what the hell he was thinking. You also had no intention of ever being around him again. There was just no excuse worth the time and energy you would spend on him. You ignored the message, hoping the shower would help. You tugged Harry’s shirt from your body, revealing the marks of last night. A few bruises on your neck, one on your chest, and one on your hip. Your thighs held marks from where his fingers had been. You couldn’t even imagine the markings on HIS body. He was probably bruised and scratched all along the lengths of his torso. You jumped in the water, closing your eyes and allowing the knots in your muscles to flow away. 

You wandered downstairs, looking for Harry. You had thrown on a short pair of athletic shorts and paired it with a sports bra. Nothing crazy, just some comfy clothes to lounge around in. You found him in his office, a frown on his face. You knocked and softly wandered in, sitting on the edge of his desk as he stared down at his phone. “Everything okay?” you asked.

He looked up and smiled before looking back down. Of course his eyes fluttered back up to the bruises with a slight smile. Harry had always loved the little love bites, as he called them, that remained after an evening of fun. They let everyone know you were his. Your eyes lingered on the long red and swollen marks on his chest that were caused by your fingernails. There was also a dark purple bruise on his collar bone that had caught your attention. Harry sighed and shook his head. “Niall texted me and I’ve been sitting here trying to reply.”

“He texted me too....I just don't know what to say.”

“What do you want to say?”

You sighed and shrugged. “I want to know why....but I feel like I already know why...”

“He’s in love with you.” Harry looked up, his green eyes catching on yours. You nodded, your lip between your teeth. “When did you figure that out?” he asked looking down at his phone again.

“I kind of just guessed. The way he showed up that day...the way he insisted on me knowing...the way he was so upset for me...then how he would defend me..he held my hand...took me golfing...At first I thought it was just a protection thing, kinda like with Louis. But I realized the feelings weren’t of brotherly love but instead was something more...” you looked up. Harry was just nodding, not saying anything. “When did you figure that out, last night?”

Harry shook his head. “No.” He looked up again and sighed. “I’ve known for years....we all have...we just thought he would get over it.” You nodded. You had never noticed before, but you were always SO in love with Harry you weren't surprised. He was the only one you ever really dreamed of being with. The rest of the guys were great, and you and Niall had flirted and all that in the beginning but it was always Harry. “Are you- I mean- do you- do you have feelings for him?” Harry’s voice stuttered and he bit his lip.

“I mean...” you watched Harry wipe a tear falling down his cheek. “I never loved him like...as more than a friend. I love all of the guys. I just always thought it was as a sibling-friend thing....not a romantic way. You- uh- you’re the only one I really ever wanted...the only one I do want...” 

Harry’s head snapped up and his mouth fell open. You looked away, nervous he was upset for saying that. It was true though. Harry had cheated on you and your body still ached for him. Your heart was still beating in synch with his. You still loved him. You never wanted anything more than him. He was the only one for you. That wasn’t going to change. Not now. Not ever. “Do you mean that?”

You nodded and sighed. “Harry-” You didn’t know how to explain it. You didn’t know what you wanted to say. “I love you. I always have. I always will.” He walked over, his body between your legs now. “I don’t know how long it will take to forgive you....but I know I can never move on from you. You’re always going to be the one...”

Harry grinned, pressing a kiss to your lips but then pulling you in for a hug. “I love you too. I know youre in pain right now. But I can and will wait. You’re the one...the only one for me as well.” 

You sighed and allowed yourself to enjoy the warmth from his body before pushing him away. “We need to talk to Niall..and probably the other guys.”

“Now?” Harry whined. “I just got you back.”

“And you’re not going to lose me.” you laughed. “But they are all involved and if we don’t say something...they are all going to keep medaling. I love them, but if last night proved anything...it was that we need to do this on our own. That’s why our agreement was in place originally remember?”

Harry sighed and kissed your forehead. “I know... I just wanted to enjoy us for a little longer before there’s a chance for anything to go wrong.”

“We have the rest of our lives.” You laughed gripping his shirt and pulling him in for a longer kiss, earning a slight groan and his length hardening and pressing against your shorts.

“I’d rather focus on now.” His voice was a low growl and you knew he was feeling needy. 

“Now is when we need to address this with the guys....” You smirked and reached your hands down into his sweatpants, your fingers grazing his length, and a hitched breath falling into the kiss. 

“I think you need to address my needs first...” His teeth moved to your earlobe and you shivered but held strong. You kissed him hard once more before tugging your hand out of his pants and looking into his eyes.

“Text them, and tell them we need to talk....after that’s all done...you can have your way.”

“My way? Any way I want?” You laughed and nodded. His smirk said it all. He shook his head and texted the guys, before returning his lips to yours. “I want to make more of these marks...and I want you sucking me off...on your hands and knees....”

You laughed and climbed off the desk and onto your knees. Your fingers tugged at the pant waistband and your eyes locked on his. “Like this?” you teased.

You were about to make a move when the doorbell rang. Harry cursed under his breath and both of you ran to the door. Louis stood there, pacing back and forth. He smiled when you opened the door and laughed at Harry as he took in the scene, causing your face to turn bright red. “You two seem to be doing quite well....I thought that life was ending after the text Harry sent.”

You turned to Harry confused. “What did you tell them?”

“Nothing really....just that they needed to get their asses over here to talk.”

“No. Good try but I don’t think so. You said that there was an emergency, a life threatening emergency that needed to be discussed and that it revolved around.. you.” Louis tapped your nose walking into the house and looking around. “Harry this place is disgusting. Didn’t you think cleaning might be a good idea before even inviting her over. Is this what the emergency is? (y/n)’s threatening to leave again because of the disgustin state of your house.”

You laughed and Harry shook his head with annoyance, his eyes rolling and a breath of frustration falling from his mouth. Louis wrapped his arm around your shoulder and the two of you walked into the kitchen. Harry followed behind and sat on the couch. “You got here awfully quick Louis.”

“Yeah, yeah well ya know I wanted to check in on (y/n)...make sure she wasn’t being held at her will.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Harry snapped. He was annoyed. Annoyed Louis had interrupted the morning, annoyed at the comments, and assumptions.

You laughed and sat next to him, your fingers intertwining with his and your head resting on his shoulder. He smiled, breathing out the frustration and understanding that you were still there, not upset...at the moment at least...and doing much better. “I am in fact, not being held at will. I asked to stay longer this morning actually.” 

Liam wandered in, not bothering to knock or anything. “Hey, everyone okay?” he asked suspiciously looking at you and Harry cuddled up on the couch. “You both look....relatively close...”

Louis was grabbing a beer from the fridge, and ignoring Liam’s question shouted across the room “So then you two are...what back together, fuckin around, or?” 

Liam made himself comfortable on the couch as Louis joined him and you looked over at Harry with a smile. “We are taking things day by day.” you answered. “That’s the point of having everyone come over. We wanted to talk about moving forward.” “Why does that involve us?” Liam asked confused.

“Well....” you look at them with a smile. “Because I love you guys. And you have been there for me 110% through this whole break up, sex tape scandal, whatever you want to call it. And I appreciate it, and you. I could never ask for better friends...better family.”

“Why do I feel there’s a but somewhere in there?” Louis teased.

“But, there was always a reason we never brought our problems to the group in the past. We need to sort through everything together...and alone..” Harry finished.

“Not alone...just not with all the involvement and comments.” You stood up and moved to be next to the two boys. “I love the advice you guys give...but if there’s any hope for Harry and I to work everything out we need to do it all just the two of us. I can’t always be worried about upsetting one of you while trying to figure out my feelings towards Harry. I want everything to be my thoughts and not something someone placed in my head. I want what is best for-”

“Wait, are you pregnant? Is this what’s going on? Is that why youre back here?” Liam asked interrupting your explanation.

“What?” you looked surprised.

“I mean I guess the timing would be right...” Louis mumbled doing the math in his head. “She’s been so overly dramatic and hormonal as well.”

“Excuse me?” you looked over at them.

“Oh my god. Bear would be thrilled.”

“Yeah! Yeah, Freddie too.”

“(y/n)’s not pregnant.” Harry stood up and paced around the room.

You laughed and Liam looked around confused. “Wait, where’s Niall? Shouldn’t we be talking about this together?”

“Niall probably isn’t coming....” you stood up and joined Harry with a frown.

“Oh no. What did you do? I mean I knew he was pissed last night but wait! You two didn’t like get it on or anything did you because we all know how Niall would react if you did that and then went back to Ha-”

“Niall released the sex tape. My sex tape.” Harry shouted annoyed that no one was listening. Louis and Liam’s mouth fell open.

“No way.” Louis stood shaking his head. “We all had agreements-”

“He was pissed. He knew I cheated on (y/n)...he wanted me to tell her and when he found out I hadn’t done it yet he released the tape to the media.”

“What the hell. That doesn’t make any sense.” Liam was shaking his head.

“Yes it does. He’s been in love with (y/n) for years. He’s been waiting for Harry to screw up so he could take over. It makes complete sense. Think about that day. We were all at lunch and he kept checking his phone, waiting for something. Then he was like immediately onto the idea that we needed to go see them and check on (y/n). He’s always wanted to meddle in their relationship.” Louis shook his head and took another sip. “He always wanted (y/n).”

You didn’t like this. You didn’t like the fire being directed at Niall. He screwed up, sure, but everyone makes mistakes. You didn’t want the guys arguing with each other on account of you and your relationship with Harry. That was something you had always been adamant on since starting a relationship with Harry all those years ago. Especially now with a reunion on the brink...you didn't want to be the cause of the band breaking up. “We will obviously need to talk to Niall about everything. I don’t want everyone to get on him though, he clearly wasn’t thinking and made a massive mistake but it’s something that we need to handle privately and not in the spotlight in any kind of way...understand?.”

“You don’t have to defend him (y/n).” Louis grumbled standing up. “He cost you a lot.”

“Yeah, I mean the sex tape was the whole situation....it caused everything to blow up.” Liam agreed. “The hate, the drama, the pain...”

“No. Stop.” Harry was getting more frustrated. “It’s my fault. I’m the one who screwed up. I made the mistake. I mean, Niall also did but I caused it all in the beginning.” You smiled at him. Harry was never one to blame another person, he typically owned up but this was different. He was owning up to not only you, but also the guys he considered family. “Niall broke OUR agreement yeah, but I broke (y/n) and I’s agreement, the one that truly mattered. If anyone is to blame it’s me.”

No one said anything. They didn’t know what to say. It was all true. Harry had fucked up. Niall had fucked up. It was only between the three of you though. Liam and Louis really had no room to talk. They could voice their opinions but in the end you and Harry would have to figure out your relationship. You and Niall and Harry and Niall would need to figure out that part as well. You couldn’t tell Harry how to feel. He couldn’t tell you how to feel. It was a weird situation for everyone to be in. 

Liam and Louis hung out for a bit before leaving, giving you a tight hug as they walked out the door and wishing you goof luck. Louis hung back a little and pulled you to the side. “I know that there’s a lot going through your mind about Niall and about Harry. If you ever want to talk...”

“Thanks Lou.” You hugged him tightly and sighed. 

“My guest room is always open...always yours if you need it.”

“Hopefully I don’t.”

“Hopefully everything works out...go easy on him...he fucked himself but I never once doubted his love...and with Niall? Just be patient...he’s been in love with you for years...and has always blamed Harry for stealing you away...don’t let that drama come between what you really want.”

You nodded and sighed, watching him get in his car and drive away before closing the door and returning to where Harry was sprawled out on the floor in the living room. He sat up and opened his arms, allowing you to climb into them. “What are we going to do?”

Harry sighed and brushed your back away from your face. “I don’t know love.”

“We need to talk to Niall.”

“I don’t want to.” Harry looked at you shaking his head. He was not about to give in. He had nothing else to say to Niall at the moment, but you did. You wanted to hear him out, to try and salvage the little amounts of hope left for your friendship with him.

“That’s fine but I want you to know that I am going to.”

“(y/n)-”

“No. Harry. I know you don't want me talking to him. I know you think we should cut ties now. He’s your brother, your bandmate, and your friend. Hell he’s my brother and friend as well. We owe it to him to explain...to apologize.”

“I don’t know..”

“I’m not asking you to come. I’d prefer to go alone actually.”

“Go? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to his place. I’m going to get the answers I need and I need you to stay here.”

“But-” “Harry, if you don’t trust me...this relationship is never going to work.”

“I trust you but-”

“Don’t start an argument over this. I told you how I felt last night and nothing has changed from that moment..” You pressed your lips to his before standing up.

“You’re going now?”

“Yeah.” You gave him a smile. “I’ll be back soon though.”

“Don’t stay too long...I’ll miss you.”

You just laughed, blew him a kiss, and walked out to the car. 

The drive to Niall’s was nerve wracking. Your heart was beating through your chest and you tried to figure out and plan what to say, what you needed to say. But when you were knocking on his door, it all went out the window. And when he opened the door, the only thing you could think is what came out of your mouth. “Hi.”

“(y/n)?” Niall’s mouth was hanging open. His eyes were red from crying and he looked very very hungover. “What are ya doin here?”

“I thought maybe we could talk...” you bit your lip, shifting uncomfortably onto your other foot. After he said nothing you stumbled on, “I mean only if that’s okay with you...”

“Where’s Harry?” he spat.

“Home. It’s just me.”

“Come on in.” he sighed stepping out of the doorway. You followed him into the living room and anxiously sat a few feet away from him. Niall didn’t say anything he took another drink from the opened bottle of beer on the table next to him and watched you. After another minute he put his hands up to his face and groaned. “Want a drink?” He asked holding out a bottle. You shook your head and he set it down. “I’m sorry (y/n). It was never my intention to hurt you. I really thought that the tape would force Harry to talk to you...I never really considered the effect it would have on you. I know I caused you a lot of pain. I know it sucks that it happened but I had my own reasons for releasing it.”

“What were those? You wanted to hurt Harry? You wanted to me to know that he screwed up? You wanted to hurt me and my relationship?” your voice was a squeak...nerves and frustration eating away at you.

“No. Yes. It’s hard ta explain. You and Harry always had the perfect relationship, nothing was ever wrong. When I found out Harry had cheated on you, I got so frustrated. I just couldn’t understand how he could screw up something so amazing with someone as amazing as you. I wanted him to fess up. I wanted him to feel that pain that I knew you would feel when you found out. He kept sayin he was gonna do it and then he never did. I just felt like he was living a lie and someone needed ta do something about it. I really never considered the backlash on you. I never considered what the tape being out there would do to you until it was too late. I’m sorry for that. I’m not sorry for the truth finally coming out though.”

“But why. Why was it such a big deal? You knew it was a one night stand. You knew it was screwed up but you also knew why he did it. You knew things were not going well with us and that we were having issues. So why push it farther?”

“I wanted Harry to fuck things up with you. I wanted you to realize that he wasn't the one for you. I wanted you to finally realize and see the truth.”

“But why? What truth?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Niall looked at you and you looked back. He sighed and scooted closer. 

“I want to hear you say it.” you mumbled suddenly very aware of his close proximity but still nervous to move.

“I love you. That’s why I did it. I knew you and Harry were having problems. I knew he was lying to you. That killed me. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved to know exactly who Harry was at that time. I figured if the tape was out then maybe you would break up and maybe I would finally have a fuckin chonce.” He sighed again and scooted closer, his hand reaching up to your cheek. “I just wanted ta finally have a chonce with you.” He leaned in and you froze. “Is that so wrong?” You weren’t sure where it was going and you weren't sure what to say in response. Niall took the silence as an okay, his lips pressed to yours hungrily and desperate. His lips tugged at yours, begging for a reaction.

You snapped into motion. Your hands on his chest and you pushed him away with a shake of the head. “Niall stop.”

“Why can’t we just try this. Why can’t you just let someone who loves you be there for you?”

“Because I love Harry!” You were crying now. “Don’t you get it! I know he screwed up. I screwed up too during the duration of our relationship. Niall I love you, but it’s not in the same way...not in this way...I just want to be your friend...I’ve never felt more than friendship towards you and I’m sorry if I led you to think differently.” 

Niall shook his head and sat back. “I’m sorry. I over stepped.” You nodded and looked back at him. “I know you’re here to see if I regret what I did, and to get answers, but truth is I don't. The longer I kept this secret, the longer Harry kept the secret. It was just eating away at both of us and I couldn’t even look at you without thinking that your relationship was a lie and I was a part of that. I love you too much to do that. I’m sorry but I’m also not. I’m sorry I hurt you and that I lied to you but you also needed to find out everything.” Niall was talking circles and it was confusing your head. He regretted it but didn’t? He wanted to hurt Harry which would in turn hurt you? None of it was okay.

You had tears running down your cheek and you looked away from him. You didn’t know what you were expecting but this wasn’t really it. You did understand where he was coming from, but that didn’t make it okay.  “I get it. I do. Media is never the answer though and you know that. I want us to be okay...I want you and Harry to be okay....but I can’t just automatically get there. And I don't about Harry but-”

“Harry and I are good.”

“What?”

“Yeah we talked earlier. We are good. I wouldn’t want anything to get in between somethin like the band.”

“But-”

“Clearly if you didn’t know about us being okay he’s lying about more things than you originally thought... Maybe it was a mistake to go running back to him so quickly after he fucking cheated on you.”

You shook your head standing up and walked towards the door. “Maybe my mistake was coming here and trying to save the friendship on the line.” You were almost to the door when you heard him yell your name. You didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say, in your mind, none of it mattered anymore.

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So sorry its been a while but here it is! Part 6! I am thinking there will be 1 maybe 2 more parts before this series is complete. So stayed tuned! How do you think it will end? 

xoxo

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[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

I Still Love You

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – @aqilahhellothere & Anonymous

Fandom: Ocean’s 8

Relationship: Pre-Established; Debbie x Lou

Summary: A guy hits on Debbie at the bar and Lou doesn’t handle it well.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Negative references to men.

Comments: I combined two requests here but I kinda changed both of them. xx

“Well aren’t you a gorgeous thing.” The man, who was pretty attractive if Debbie was being honest, said, sitting down next to her. “Please, let me buy you a drink.”

Debbie knew she should have turned him down. It was a himafter all and she had Lou. But the thing is is that she didn’t have Lou. Not completely. Things were complicated. Things were always complicated and, for once, Debbie wanted things to be easy and it meant free drinks. Free drinks were something you didn’t say no to.

So, Debbie nodded. “Why not, right?”

“What are you drinking?” The man asked, sharing a smile with her.

“Vodka. Straight.” Debbie replied, turning in her seat to face him.

The man nodded and signaled to the bartender to order another for her before turning back to her, his hand coming to rest on the bottle of his beer. A nervous tick, Debbie picked out. “So what is a beautiful girl like yourself doing in a place like this?”

Debbie shrugged and took a sip of her new drink. “I’m just looking for some fun.”

“Some fun, huh?” The guy asked. She would ask for his name, but she didn’t care that much.

“Yeah.” Debbie replied with a smile, not knowing that Lou was watching her.

It had been five years without Debbie. Five years in which Lou should have been able to get her feelings under control, but the moment that Debbie stepped into her car after getting out of prison, Lou new that her feelings hadn’t diminished a bit.

Things with Debbie had always been complicated. They were always a little too intimate to be “just friends,” but neither of them ever brought it up. It was something unspoken.

And it was killing Lou.

Lou who wanted nothing more than to make things official with Debbie Ocean.

And Lou really thought the two of them were getting somewhere these past few months, with the heist and afterwards. They were inseparable and Lou thought she couldn’t be the only one feeling this connection between them.

Yet, there Debbie was flirting things up with a guy. A guy.

Lou was devastated to say the least.

Not that Lou knew the only reason Debbie was flirting things up was for free drinks and because she thought that Lou didn’t love her the way she loved Lou. Because Lou was complicated and mysterious and the only person Debbie couldn’t read like an open book. It was one of the things that drew Debbie in.

“I’m going home, if you want a ride, otherwise you’re going to have to find your own way home.” Lou said flatly, coming to rest between Debbie and the guy.

Debbie gave Lou confused look. Lou loved being at bars and they had more than enough money to fuel their bar activities, so Lou wanting to go home early was very unusual. Nonetheless, Debbie nodded and grabbed her clutch.

“Hey, wait. You’re leaving? Just like that?” The guy asked, standing from his seat.

Lou rolled her eyes. “Um yeah, just like that.”

Debbie forced a smile. “I gotta run. It was nice to meet you though. Thank you for the drink.”

The guy shook his head and walked away.

“God he was awful.” Lou huffed, walking towards the exit.

“He wasn’t that bad.” Debbie replied.

Lou shook her head, but said nothing. The ride home was silent as well.

Once they got home, Debbie blew up. “What is your problem?!”

“My problem?” Lou replied, pointing at her chest.

“Yes, your problem. You’ve been acting like such a bitch these past few weeks.” Debbie answered.

“At least I haven’t openly discussed how I don’t want to be with a himonly to turn around and batter my eyelashes at hims.” Lou said, rolling her eyes.

Debbie took a step back. “Wait. That’s what this,” Debbie motioned her hands towards Lou, “has really been about. I’ve been getting free drinks off those men, nothingelse. I don’t want a man. I was serious about that.”

Lou shook her head. Part of her didn’t believe Debbie, the other part of her didn’t care if it was the truth or not because she was jealous and she had always been a bad jealous.

“This is ridiculous.” Lou muttered, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, you’re right it is ridiculous that we have to have this conversation!” Debbie shook her head, taking her heels off.

“Well, we wouldn’t have to if you didn’t keep leading me on only to go after a him!” Lou shouted, raising her arms.

She regretted it the moment the words left her mouth.

Debbie took a step back and opened her mouth only to close it.

“Lead you on?” Debbie asked softly.

Lou closed her eyes and let out a cold laugh. “Yeah. Lead me on. There’s no way youdon’t know you’re doing it, so why are you doing it?”

“Lou…” Debbie said softly, walking towards her, but Lou took a step back. “Lou, I never meant to lead you on. I was trying to show you that I was still in love with you without telling you so that it wouldn’t mess usup if you weren’t still in love with me.”

“Still in love with me?” Lou asked slowly, looking at Debbie for the first time since her confession.

“Yeah, baby. I always loved you and I knew that you loved me, back before I went to jail. But you and I both knew that we couldn’t have worked, not then. We were both messes and if we got involved with each other then… it would have ended horribly for us both. But now we’ve grown up. And I still love you, but you… god Lou, I couldn’t never read you and I didn’t know if you still loved me, so I was trying to put the ball in your court.” Debbie explained, stepping forwards to uncross Lou’s hands and take them into her own.

“I do.” Lou said softly. “I do still love you. I never stopped.”

Debbie smiled and pressed a kiss to Lou’s knuckles.  “Okay.”

“Okay?” Lou asked, furrowing her brows. “What does ‘okay’ mean?”

Debbie smiled and pretended to be in thought. “I think it means that I’m going to ask you out on a date, a proper date.”

“Well, if you do, then I think I’m going to say yes.” Lou said, smiling.

“Then I think I’m going to ask to kiss you next.” Debbie whispered, her smile fading as she looked at Lou’s lips.

Lou didn’t hesitate. She pulled her hands free from Debbie’s and brought them to Debbie’s cheeks, pulling the brunette towards her for a kiss.

The kiss was messy and rough, but it was what the two of them needed.

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