#hes doing the thing that makes me fucking insane where management in entertainment brags about being bad at their jobs

[marklikely]

the other day i found out that ghost stories was not. originally a flop and in fact was really successful in japan when it first aired so there was literally no reason for the english dub to be Like That.

#this is a level of like. world shattering revelation that i dont often experience in my adult life. like WHAT #WHY DID THEY DUB IT LIKE THAT THEN. i mean i looked into it a lot and all i can find is that the adr lead is. deranged. #like a real doug walker type of guy who i guess just gets unprecedented levels of control on his dubs apparently. whadda hale. #avpost #the only other explanation i could find is that ghost stories is so deeply based on a lot of yokai background knowledge that #maybe the studio thought it would be impossible to bridge the culture gap for americans #but thats just smth people speculated on reddit theres no indication from any official source that that was the case #its mostly just that the guy running the dub is a south park brainrot weirdo with an obscene ego and no respect for other creators. #so he'll be like yeah my dubs are inaccurate teehee i made your show better w my epic funny meme guy brain. #elon musk -core dude omfg. #hes doing the thing that makes me fucking insane where management in entertainment brags about being bad at their jobs #like lol my job is to make a faithful localization and i take pride in doing that badly :-) ok. well its your job so stop doing that.

[berryunho]

Just binge-read The Answer in a day and let me say that the plot is fucking insane, how the hell do you people come up with something so intense? Lmao, anyways I love reacting to mc's actions and inner monologue like a bff hearing some tea over a videocall "girl no he stabbed you, dont think about him as a normal person, he isnt one, with him its supposed to be throwing hands on sight for sURVIVAL"

And yet I still managed to get gaslit, girlbossed and gatekept by her relationship with san, tell me why I was here reading chapter 29 and thinking "wow he really is bringing up some red flags now after that fight" and then had to stop myself right there because the very first red flag that man had raised was from the very beginning wheRE HE GREETS HER TO THE CULT *BC HE IS PART OF THE MF CULT*

I CANT BELIEVE I FELL FOR IT, WTF

Anyways, can't wait for more, but take your time lol, I am as excited as everyone else but you are doing this for free and with something this good it's honestly such a service, thanks for all the effort <3 hope you're doing well and hope that you keep writing even after or outside of The Answer because you genuinely do such an amazing job building up descriptions and characters, I am very curious about everything we are yet to see, and I did wanna ask, sorry if you have answered this before, but do you already have an ending planned for the story?

- 👁👁

UM ? I LOVE YOU WAIT LET ME PUT THE OTHER MESSAGES UNDER THE READ MORE AND THEN RESPOND LAKDJF;ALKSDFJ

Just wanted to add that not only do I react like a nosy bff in a call with the mc as I read The Answer, but I also judge the absolute hell out of her choices not as in "this is gonna get you killed" but as in "I would 100% be going tinfoil hat in HJ's ass about the other world ages ago for entertainment alone" I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE CMON Mr Cultist wants me to go from city dwelling college student to hillbilly cult wifey in 2 days? HE TAKES AWAY MY PHONE ONLY TO TELL ME HIS BIBLE FANFIC IS BASED OFF THE SHIFTING REALITIES COMMUNITY? THE ONE THAT WAS BIG ON TIKTOK IN 2021? Be fucking for real, I would, on day 1, sit down in front of him and go "already, so whats up with the other you? You two still chat? Also whats up with his version of Hwa? Is he a petty little shit too? Are they in a questionable fwb situationship too? Do you still get prophecies? If so, why are there so many prints of your walmart bible around? Cause that seems like an awful waste when you will inevitably have to print just as many more with the new updates so wtf" He takes away my entertainment when I have the attention span of a 4 year old? Fine, he is gonna have to entertain *me* now to make up for it, bible study time? More like you are now my social media outlet where I'm gonna rant about my crazy theories, my favorite ships and I will overanalyze each and every plot hole in your bible sir, I don't care that its a prophecy, I want consistency from your writing about the other world, I want detailed descriptions, I want to feel like I am there, how do you expect to win New York's best seller with this vague ass paragraph about your little lost boys crew in trenchcoats? I'm gonna annoy him into killing me and realizing I'm not the one, his stalking time all going down the drain. I consider this an absolute win for me.

Okay I'm so sorry for sending another ask when I just sent two humongous ones lol but I did remember one thing I wanted to ask and I hope it doesn't come off wrong bc I mean nothing bad about it at all but back when HJ was all "I'm only gonna do the devils tango with you when you beg me to uwu" and mc thinks "damn, at least my local cult leader got some consent morals going" I couldn't help but stop myself and wonder: girl. He made out with you. In front of at least 40 people. When you were drugged. Clearly tripping. By his orders. And he stabbed you right after but most importantly he has bragged about making out with you IN FRONT OF A CROWD WHEN YOU WERE TRIPPING BY HIS OWN DESIGN And yknow, my question is: was mc's (continuous) lapse in judgment in this moment to blame for her not realizing he in fact does not give a flying fuck about consent and she just let that slide bc the cult mentality was getting to her (which we do see progress over the story, and its been one of the most interesting parts of the fic btw, I think you did really well with that) or did you not mean for it to be that and I read too much into it? Lol because yeah he is a self admitted and apparently diagnosed psycho but you'd think he would see how this morals he just tried to brag and seduce her with are not moralling at all. Or maybe he just hoped she wouldn't realize his delusional-moral compass isn't gonna point correctly no matter what way he tries, I'm definitely thinking too hard about it at this point lmao HE REALLY IS GETTING INTO MY PARANOID BRAIN, THE MIND GAMES ARE CONSUMING ME FR Anyways, again, sorry for the long asks one right after the other, I'll stop pestering now.

I fucking lied, I'm sending another one to ask if you happen to have any fics to recommend that maybe give off The Answer vibes or that you think may be a good read while we are all on standby bc I just got hit by the withdrawals-after-a-good-fic now that I realized I can't keep reading since I got to the last chapter lol. I'm so sorry. - 👁👁

first of all let me say it again: i love you. thank you so much for reading the answer and for being kind and for wanting to tell me and ask me so many things!! i really, really appreciate it and pls dont feel bad for sending me asks (big or small) bc it just makes me SO happy lol i feel bad that you've been waiting for a response for so long but LKJF:KDJF:AKDF I WILL DO MY BEST TO ADDRESS EVERYTHING so here we go:

I did wanna ask, sorry if you have answered this before, but do you already have an ending planned for the story?

hehe no worries at all!! i do have an ending planned and i know how we will get there, but there are certain elements and plot points that aren't solid yet and could be changed!! but i am set on the ending ^^

the entire second ask is just so valid. like tbh i would absolutely be the same. like id be scared af for a few days but once i realized i wasnt gonna like DIE immediately and that i could get away with annoying hj like at least a little bit id be on his ass. honestly and truly the main reason that i havent written more of like... the answer in the story is bc im too concerned that anything i wrote would be torn apart for analysis when i wouldnt actually be reading that far into it LKJA;SKFDJSD bc like you're right anything that hj would be writing would be very pertinent information TO HIM but like... does it actually mean anything... or is it just words... LOL idk if that makes sense but everytime i try to write like in the style of a religious text with the answer lore it sounds so ridiculous i just cannot take myself seriously enough to do it KLAJKS;DFJASKFD BUT HELP YOU POINTING OUT THE SHIFTING LORE? LITERALLY THE EXACT SYSTEM I STOLE THIS LORE FROM I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING WHEN I STARTED WRITING I WAS JUST LIKE idfk whats something weird that i can connect to the ateez lore that i dont remotely understand AND THATS WHAT I CAME UP WITHALKDSFLA;JDSFJLSKDJ you are real

And yknow, my question is: was mc's (continuous) lapse in judgment in this moment to blame for her not realizing he in fact does not give a flying fuck about consent and she just let that slide bc the cult mentality was getting to her (which we do see progress over the story, and its been one of the most interesting parts of the fic btw, I think you did really well with that) or did you not mean for it to be that and I read too much into it?

eheheeheheheheh i really was waiting for someone to point this one out!!! i definitely meant it to be a lapse in her judgement and like a ...... hmmm idk how to put it like she's selectively forgetting things that don't match with what she WANTS to believe !! like personally i would never in my life write a member of ateez to be a rapist so we obvs won't be worrying about that BUT if this were a real situation, that would probably be a very real fear to have and i figured it would be a good thing to address in case anyone was like. worried about that. LKAJSKFDJASDLFK but yes you're right they're obviously not above MURDER so like. how much credit can we give them. its really just mc wanting desperately to alleviate some of her fear and believe that she is at least a tiny bit safe (even though that is CLEARLY not the case)

if you happen to have any fics to recommend that maybe give off The Answer vibes or that you think may be a good read while we are all on standby

heh this one is tough because ... im not really a fanfic reader LAKJDFKLAJSDFK but my beloved mutuals bee (@atzfilm) and caly (@hongism) are geniuses hehe !! bee writes dark fics that are mwah chefs kiss and caly writes mists of celeste which has a toxic unyielding leader hongjoong. so. you know.

SO YEAH ANYWAYS? THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THESE ASKS AJDKFALSDKFJSKLDJ AND IM SORRY AGAIN THAT IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO REPLY AND THAT THE UPDATE IS ALSO TAKING FOREVER LOL I HOPE YOU'RE STILL AROUND LAKJDFLKSJDF

#👁👁 anon #answered

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

frENEMIES, pt. 3 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Locked in the supply closet together, the pair actually manages to resolve some of their issues but new ones arise when they realize the other side of hate is love and while one is willing to accept to cross the fine line, the other one will run scared.

Warnings: angst, swearing, panic attack, sexual innuendos and talk of sex

Part 1   Part 2

"Just stay with me tonight. Okay?" Grayson takes her hand, gingerly pulling her closer and while he wishes he could ignore the turmoil in her eyes, the hesitation in every inch of distance she closed between them, he can't help but wonder if she'll ever stop hating him.

After the past 24 hours they had, he hoped she would find a way. He just wants a chance, a fighting chance to show her he isn't the idiot, dumb jock she sees him as. He can't exactly deny the playboy accusation, but the rest of it wasn't very fair to him. At least he saw it like that.

"I feel like this is a slippery slope. I stay tonight and we...what? Have sex? Maybe just cuddle? Or talk? Next thing I know, you'll catch feelings and I don't really see how that would be good for either of us." Biting her lower lip, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, not in a violent or sexual way, just as a way to ground herself, to find a footing in the insanity of her actually considering willingly being around the man she hated for years. And her hate wasn't unfounded.

"Don't worry, my sneaky little princess. That's not going to happen. At least not to me, but I can't promise anything on your behalf. I'm quite the charmer, ya know?" Chuckling as she pushed him back with all her might, Grayson lands on the bed with a throaty laugh she found quite pleasant. However, when Grayson told her nothing of the sort would happen, he forgot to mention it's because it's too late, at least for him it is - he already caught feelings.

How this came to be, you may ask? Last time we left these two, love was the last thing on their mind...at least for Y/N.

Well, it all started with a push from a very bald Ethan who decided to lock the frENEMIES in a room.

"Seriously?!" Y/N pounded on the door as she realized she's stuck and the only reason why that happened is because she wanted to make amends with Ethan and Amina. That's what happens when you're trying to be nice.

Ever had a big fight with your best friend and actually have them be right but you just won't admit it? Y/N sure as hell found herself in a lot of trouble with her best friend when Ethan got caught in the crossfire and while she apologized to Ethan, profusely, Amina was just done with her. It hurt when she chose to side against her even before the incident that left her boyfriend without hair. Isn't your best friend supposed to have your back?

Ethan forgave her, or so she thought before he gave her and Grayson a push before locking them up in the supply room on campus and while Y/N pounded on the door, she realized she was doing that all on her own. She figured the ostentatious, loud quarterback would be breaking the door down by now and yet she found no resistance on his behalf...just silence.

Frowning, she turned to the unusually quiet Grayson only to find him in the corner of the room, eyes wide open, heaving.

"Dude, you good?" She really didn't want to come closer and check but when he shook his head no, she felt her heart start pounding. The last thing she needed is him having an asthma attack now, because he might think she didn’t notice, but she saw him hiding the inhaler in his bag after taking a few puffs and while she didn’t understand why he’s ashamed of that, she didn’t say anything. Just as he’s hiding his dyslexia, something she didn’t know about until the dinner they were forced to have and he stared at the menu as if it was in a foreign language before asking his brother in their ridiculous twin language what to order. 

"Why? What's happening right now?" Carefully, she approached him because he seemed freaked out as it is and she had no idea how he might react to her in this moment.

"Not a fan...of closed spaces." Managing to explain through a few quick breaths, he had closed his arms around his folded knees and for the first time in forever, she saw Grayson fucking Dolan isn't invincible. She’s become all too aware of that.

"Oh." She let nothing else pass her lips as she sat right before him, chewing her bottom lip with her eyebrows furrowed and her nose crinkled as she pondered what she could do to help him. If a man as big as him freaks out in such a small room, she might not be quite safe. Would he ever hurt her?

"Why is football so important to you?" And that's when she spoke up, this time with a question she hoped would help keep his mind occupied, derailing the possible panic attack he seems to be facing. She knew all about panic attacks for they've tormented her since she was eighteen. She knew he feels vulnerable and terrified and she wanted to give him a chance to talk about what he loves, is confident in and is also passionately involved in. It’s not something she talks about, just as he doesn’t talk about his asthma and dyslexia. 

"Huh?" Grayson looks at her, his lips quivering, his chest hurting and his heart hammering against his cheat and he couldn't believe he was breaking in front of the girl that hates him more than anyone ever has and he could already see her using this against him.

"Tell me. I want to understand." But there is no malice in her voice and the way she looks at him is...merciful. She's never been this nice to him and for a moment, he can't help but wonder why. Why would she care?

"Please." The softness in her tone is enough to make him trust her. Maybe it's because he wanted to trust her with all his heart regardless, but he found himself speaking to her about what he never talked about to any girl...only to very few people in his life that mostly included his family.

"My dad. It was sort of our thing. He was the most supportive...It....Playing football makes me feel closer to him. I guess I just want to make him proud. Besides, I love the attention. I do. I love when they cheer for me, when they pat me on the back after a win and most of all, I love how powerful I feel on the field." Rubbing his chin absentmindedly, he flashed her a smile, the cocky one she usually saw on his face and it lifted a weight off her chest she felt ever since she saw the great quarterback cradling himself in a state of sheer panic.

It almost breaks her heart to see him that way, because having your mind and body betray you like that is an indescribable feeling to know you can't trust yourself anymore. Despite all the voices in he read screaming at her not to, she reaches out, placing her hand over his so tenderly he thought he imagined her touch.

"Awe, you actually care!" Grayson cooed teasingly and she rolls her eyes, scooting away from him a little, taking her hand with her.

"Bite me, quarterback." And while they were definitely having a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he could use this time to learn why she really hates him.

"Ooh, kinky! Where?" Winking at her, Grayson purses his lips and her exasperation is evident but he can't let her leave without at least some truth being revealed.

"So, I have a question." He says with a small smile and she raises an eyebrow at him, her left eye narrowing ever so slightly at him.

"I don't care." Sassing back, she turns her body away from him, trying to hide from his over-analyzing stare. His eyes, the way he looks at her always makes her feel naked. It's intense and it's unveiling and frustration and she didn't want any of it right now. She’s always had trouble with emotional connections and anyone getting too close made her nervous and Grayson particularly made her want to run away screaming.

"You asked one question, I get to ask one too. So...why do you hate me? I mean, I can't even understand what I did to you that's so bad...except for the eyebrows sophomore year BUT it was an accident and I apologized to you at least a hundred times." Looking over at him, her glare is clearly showing his jokes are not entertaining and she's had enough but if it means he'll shut up, she'll tell him.

"You stole my first kiss without even asking me the first time we met." She states through gritted teeth and the horror and confusion on his face is baffling to her. "Don't pretend otherwise. We were talking and I actually liked you before you thought it would be okay to just kiss me out of the blue before running off to puke in the bathroom."

"I SWEAR I", he was going to say he doesn't remember but it all sounded too familiar and he...well, he thought he dreamt that.

"Oh, God! I'm sorry! I was drunk off my ass that night and it was the first and last time I got drunk. I swear I thought I dreamed it. I really am an asshole." Running his hands through his luscious locks, Grayson hid his face as he wondered how the fuck did he forget about kissing Y/N fucking Y/L/N.

"Then there's the time you told Mike I was a snake and to stay away from me." She continues but he was shocked there's more than one reason and while he does remember doing this, she took it out of context.

"You got that all wrong. Mike was bragging around, saying he banged you and I was telling him he's a snake and I'd break his jaw if he keeps talking shit about you. He wasn't the guy for you. He just wasn't and I'm not sorry for that. I just wish you talked to me before assuming the worst of me." Leaning back against the wall, Grayson held her gaze fiercely. This was no time for weakness, he had to be brave and face her and make things better. It's been years and he...well, he's always had a thing for her.

One night stands were fun, but no girl ever challenged him nor intrigued him like her. She was so unapologetically herself, so beautiful even without trying and her mind works in such interesting ways that he was always in awe of her opinions, of her writing, of the way she sees the world.

"Alright...then how about when you conditioned the university to take Ethan on a full football scholarship or you wouldn't be going here? Did you ever wonder who you cost their lifelong dream? Because I know the guy who lost his spot and now he works at a gas station. And he deserved a lot better."

That was unexpected to say the least. If he were completely honest, it never crossed his mind someone might get cut when he insisted Ethan be accepted with him. Mostly because it was the only way for them to stay together and to be close to their dad in his final years.

"I didn't. I didn't think, I just felt. And it was wrong. I know that. But it also gave me and my brother a few more years with our dad and I'm sorry your friend got screwed over but I can't be sorry about why I did it. Just that I did it." Swallowing thickly, he watched her nibble on the lower left corner of her lips, her eyes falling to the ground and he could see the wheels in her head turning. She's overthinking, probably conflicted with what he told her and while it's not right, he knows she understands it.

"There were a bunch of pranks there as well, but these were the major reasons." She finishes, her eyes still fixed on the floor, unblinking and with a deep breath, Grayson moved closer to her.

"I'm really fucking sorry for hurting you, but I never meant to do any of those things. I just want to be your friend."

Chuckling, she finally blinks and looks up at him with more light in her eyes than he ever saw her looks at anyone but Amina with.

"Riight."

"I won't lie, I'm attracted to you, but I'd settle for friendship for now." Risking it, he places a hand on her back, craning his neck so he'd be in her line of sight for she turned her head away from him as soon as he started speaking, but she didn't fight his touch and that was encouraging enough.

"How about we make a little bet? Start this friendship right? Like...come to my next game and if we win, I get to ask anything of you. If we lose, you can ask me never to talk to you and I'll oblige. Is that good?" Expecting her to refuse, drowning in all the things he wants to tell her but he can't not yet.

He can't tell her he saw how her style evolved from wearing all black to actually having a colorful wardrobe. He saw the ring she ways wears on her right index finger and how she twirls it nervously before every exam or how she hates high heels but would still wear them to parties only to take them off an hour in. He saw how she struggled with her back in the second semester of freshman year, right after she fell on ice on the first day after the holidays. He knows she can't take a compliment but appreciates them, how she gets so involved with every book she reads that she makes the most beautiful faces when something interesting happens - she laughs, she cries, she loves the characters and after every book, it takes her a few days to remind herself it's all fictional, to say goodbye before finding a new book to obsess about. He also knows she has a waterfall as the background on her phone and that she wants nothing more than to visit Bali and Australia. He knows so much, yet so little and a from just observing her when she thought no one cared.

Grayson cared and he still does. He can't imagine a day he doesn't.

"Sure. Why not."

And as she agreed, the door opened and there was nothing better than the fresh air in their lungs after being stuck in there for what felt like forever.

However, Grayson won that game the next day and Y/N found herself actually cheering him on from the stands. It was definitely a new experience, but she didn't care. She didn't want to hate him anymore. It's exhausting to hate a guy who seems to be so painfully human that it's inspiring. There's nothing wrong in being human, in making mistakes and she decided to let go of his. As hard as it is, she had to. She couldn’t hate him forever, not when she knew his reasons and when she knows her friend had other choices and he gambled them all on his own.

"You really asked me to come to your room like that's not weird at all." She folds her arms over her chest and she can't help but be surprised with how tidy it is or the smell of wildflowers that fills her nostrils, she actually never imagined this is how his room would be. And she definitely didn't expect a keyboard in his room. He was full of surprises, the good kind.

"Just stay with me tonight. Okay?" Grayson takes her hand, gingerly pulling her closer and while he wishes he could ignore the turmoil in her eyes, the hesitation in every inch of distance she closed between them, he can't help but wonder if she'll ever stop hating him.

After the past 24 hours they had, he hoped she would find a way. He just wants a chance, a fighting chance to show her he isn't the idiot, dumb jock she sees him as. He can't exactly deny the playboy accusation, but the rest of it wasn't very fair to him. At least he saw it like that.

"I feel like this is a slippery slope. I stay tonight and we...what? Have sex? Maybe just cuddle? Or talk? Next thing I know, you'll catch feelings and I don't really see how that would be good for either of us." Biting her lower lip, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, not in a violent or sexual way, just as a way to ground herself, to find a footing in the insanity of her actually considering willingly being around the man she hated for years. And her hate wasn't unfounded.

"Don't worry, my sneaky little princess. That's not going to happen. At least not to me, but I can't promise anything on your behalf. I'm quite the charmer, ya know?" Chuckling as she pushed him back with all her might, Grayson lands on the bed with a throaty laugh she found quite pleasant. However, when Grayson told her nothing of the sort would happen, he forgot to mention it's because it's too late, at least for him it is - he already caught feelings.

"Seriously, what exactly am I doing here, quarterback? Expecting to get lucky?" She couldn't shake it though, that annoying feeling it was more than she could imagine. The way he is around her is just...disarming and equally alarming. She can't get too close. She just can't love him. Grayson Dolan is a womanizer and she'd be damned if she gives a man like him her heart.

She’s never loved anyone and she didn’t want her first love to be a guaranteed heartbreak. She wasn’t a part of the hookup culture, she didn’t know how to function in that world and she refused to learn. And while Grayson might have good intentions, he’d be onto the next one in the month. It’s all fun and games when they’re just flirting and annoying each other, but to actually involve her heart? It terrified her, pushed her body on an invisible ledge she didn’t want to jump from. 

"Do you really think I brought you here for sex? I mean...I don't want to be presumptuous, but why would you come here if you think that's the reason why? Do you want to have sex?" Sitting up with the notion that this is a more serious conversation, Grayson quickly took a look at her and she was fidgeting, nervous as if...as if she never had sex.

"No. I just...I don't know, I'm not exactly the type that does this." Raising both his eyebrows, he realized he is right. His little devil is actually an angel. A fallen angel like Lucifer, but an angel nonetheless.

"I didn't bring you here for sex. I just wanted us to talk and...actually sleep next to each other. I can sleep on the floor if you want me to." As sweet as it is, she still couldn't relax. A man like him didn't seem quite content with nothing happening and she...well, she never slept next to a man before let alone more.

Overthinking took over and she found it harder and harder to breathe as her heart picked up speed and the possible outcomes of this night started to freak her out to the point of losing focus, losing touch with reality. The world felt like it moved too fast, her brain couldn’t fully comprehend anything around her. She found herself back in the black pit where a panic attack was preying on her like vultures pray on those lost in the desert.

"Y/N...are you...are you scared of me?" His voice breaks as reality sets in and he can tell she's shivering, her arms wrapped around her as she glances at the door every few seconds. But he had no expectations of that night but a long talk and getting to know her better. He just wanted to show her who he is, but she didn't seem to believe that.

"Look, I'm not like you. I didn't sleep around. I had my first kiss in college with you and I tried dating a few guys after who somehow all ghosted me once they started hanging with you and I'm guessing they were a versions of Mike so thank you, but I never had sex, I've never even held hands with a boy before! I can't do this. I just can't." And before he had a chance to react, she was gone. His beautiful mischievous girl ran from him and this time it wasn't because she hated him, but because she realized she might actually care for him.

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PART 4

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan series #grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan fanfiction #grayson dolan fluff #grayson dolan au #grayson dolan quarterback

[hoseokutie]

Chill Out (M)

Words: 5.1K

Warnings: Hoseok x Black!Reader, Drug usage, mentions of weed, smoking, smoking joints, dab pen, sex while high, unprotected sex, pet names, body worship, nipple sucking, spanking, riding, hair pulling, oral (male and female receiving), choking, multiple orgasms, squirting. 

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“Alright everyone, that’s it for today’s session. Your assignment will be due after spring break, I hope you make it as entertaining as possible during these times.” Your professor says from your screen.

“Try not to go insane you guys, we’re in this together.” One of your classmates says from their square on your computer screen.

You roll your eyes and look back at the camera giving your classmates a smile, nodding your head in agreement.

“Stay safe guys!” You wave goodbye and watch as people leave the class, you follow their actions and click out of the website. 

Once you’re sure the coast is clear you lean back against your bed and let out a sharp exhale, finally being able to relax.

You are now officially on spring break, but unfortunately due to everything going on right now, the only place you are going to be vacationing is inside your house with your boyfriend. 

Normally this would be fine, but you and Hoseok have been planning a trip with some other friends for months now, only for all of it to get canceled. However, you would much rather be safe than sorry, and so you decide to be responsible and stay in the house.

“Baby?” Your boyfriend’s voice catches your attention and you look at the bedroom door.

“I’m in here!” You respond back, not in the mood to move from your spot on the bed.

You hear his feet make their way to your bedroom and smile when he enters the room. Seeing his face after dealing with teachers and other classmates reminds you that even though there is chaos in the world, there are some things that keep you sane. 

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend.” He walks over to you and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

Your face warms up at the simple gesture and you pull him down for a kiss on the lips. He complies and lets his hands rest on the bed next to your legs.

He bites your lip as he pulls away and chuckles at the small whimper that slips past your lips. You pout when his lips leave yours, but let him go anyway.

“There’s something I want to show you when I come back from washing my hands.” He tells you, making his way to the bathroom. 

You raise an eyebrow in response to his statement and put all of your school-related things to the side somewhere, making space for him on the bed. 

“And should I be worried?” You ask, sitting up on the edge of your bed.

“No actually, this is going to help release all of your stress and worries.” He walks out of the bathroom with a smile on his face and a black bag in his hands.

“Hoseok are you about to murder me?” You ask jokingly, and he just stares at you in return.

“B-babe?” You question nervously as he walks over to you slowly.

“Close your eyes.” He says lowly and you reluctantly close them.

“Hold your hand out.” He instructs, you slowly hold your hand out in front of your body.

“What are you going to do Hoseok?” You ask, he of course ignores your question, and you can hear him ruffling through his bag. 

“Hoseok-” You stop yourself when you feel a plastic bag being placed in your hands.

“Open.” He says, you open your eyes slowly and look at the item in your hand.

Your nerves leave your body when you see a clear plastic bag containing what seemed to be tiny green trees.

“Hoseok, what am I holding in my hand?” You ask, looking at him in confusion.

“This is called wedding cake. Yummy right?” He sits on the bed next to you and takes the bag from you.

He opens the bag and moments later your nose is introduced to a strong smell, the earthy scent arises from the bag and begins working wonders on your nostrils. 

“Where did you get this from?” You ask, looking around at the bag in your hand. Carefully picking the bud up with your fingers and examining it.

It was pine green and matched the earthy scent. You set it back in the bag and seal it tightly.

“I got it from a classmate, I tutor him and this is one of the many ways he repays me for my services.” Hoseok brags and pulls out some more items from the bag.

“Is that a bong?” You ask, picking up the glass device and examining it carefully.

“It is, that’s a late birthday gift. Tonight, you and I are going to smoke a joint. That is, if you want to of course.” He takes the small object out of a bag and proudly holds it up.

“With the way my classes have been going, I need something to ease this tension.” You move closer to him and take the joint into your own hands.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” He says, gently pulling you up from your spot on the bed. 

“How do you think I made it through my senior year of high school and my freshman year of college?” You ask him.

You both make your way to the back patio so that your apartment doesn’t smell for a few hours. 

You both take a seat on the chairs and lean back into your seats, waiting for the fun to begin, you look over at Hoseok and wait for him to pull out his lighter.

“Can I help you?” He asks playfully, pulling the joint out of his pocket along with his lighter.

“I’m excited, sue me?” You shrug your shoulders and sit up in your seat.

“You’re adorable.” He replies.

He takes the joint in his fingers and lights one end of it, he allows the tip to burn for a few seconds. You watch the joint meet his lips and stare in awe as he takes in a few hits, passing the object over to you.

You hold it in your hands carefully and bring it up to your lips, you inhale a small breath and cough as the smoke meets your lungs. Hoseok chuckles and takes a sip from his water bottle.

“Shut up, it’s been a while since I’ve smoked.” You dismiss his action and bring it back up to your lips. 

You inhale again, this time feeling more familiar with the sensation. You hold it in your mouth and throw your head back, a small buzzing feeling starting in your chest and making its way to your head. 

You exhale and watch the smoke leave your body, sitting up and looking at Hoseok who was staring back at you. 

“That was so hot.” He bites his lip and you chuckle in response, handing the joint back to him.

You sit back in your chair and let your body relaxes as the weed began to work wonders on your body and through your system. A smile appears on your boyfriend’s face as he sees you relax for the first time in what felt like weeks. 

“You gonna stare at me or pass that joint?” You ask bluntly, holding your hand out.

He smirks at your question and takes a long drag from the joint, taking his time with it, inhaling as long as his lungs would let him. You suck your teeth and playfully roll your eyes at him.

“You’re going to smoke it all!” You exclaim.

Hoseok pulls away from the object and tries to hold in a laugh so that all of the smoke he just inhaled doesn’t leave his body.

You quickly take it from him before he can react and stick your tongue out at him cutely. He flicks you off and blows the smoke out of his nose.

You bite your lip at the image and try not to get aroused at how hot he looks when he does things like that. You bring the joint back up to your lips and take a long hit as well, holding it in your mouth to keep the precious smoke in.

When you feel like you can’t breathe, your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and you both watch as the white smoke leaves your body. 

“You’re getting better.” He comments, leaning on one of his hands, to watch you finish the rest of it. 

You look over at him and smile at his current state, his eyes showing a small tint of red, and his cheeks are starting to display a cute pink blush. How he manages to look adorable but desirable makes your mind go nuts.

The slight burning feeling against your fingertips reminds you that your joint is almost finished, you take a few more smaller hits before taking one large one and ashing it out on the concrete below you. 

Hoseok watches you as you hold the smoke in your mouth, he gently grabs your face in his hands and presses his lips against yours.

You place a hand on his cheek and blow the smoke into his mouth slowly, he pulls away and blows out the excess smoke into the air.

“That is so hot.” You mumble slowly.

You let out a giggle as your head becomes cloudy, your senses feel more clear and you feel aware but also sluggish.

“You are so high right now.” He chuckles lowly and rubs your cheek with his thumb.

“I know you are, but what am I?” You say in response to his statement and tap his nose with your pointer finger.

You both stare at one another before bursting into a fit of laughter, you hold your stomach as your laughing intensifies and cover your mouth so that your neighbors don’t complain.

“Do you want to go back inside now? The sun is going to set pretty soon.” He asks, standing up slowly to regain his balance.

“Carry me.” You hold your arms up in front of your body and Hoseok laughs again.

“If I try and pick you up, we will never make it inside, I am not active when I’m fucked up.” He replies and you pout in response.

“Loser.” You playfully mumble, you stand up and hold onto Hoseok to prevent yourself from falling over.

“I heard that.” He kisses your cheek and opens the door leading to the living room. 

You watch your step as you make your way into the house, the smell of your tropical air freshener enters both of your noses and you sigh out simultaneously. 

“Why is that making me want a smoothie right now?” You ask, slowly walking towards your bedroom.

“Maybe it’s because you are high off your ass right now?” He asks sarcastically and you give him the finger in response. 

“Well aren’t you just sweet.” 

You enter your bedroom and kick off your shoes before jumping into your bed. You nearly fell asleep when your face met the sheets. Your professor canceled your morning class so that gave you some time to yourself and you decided to do the laundry. 

“Come feel how soft the sheets are, I did laundry this morning.” You reach a hand out for Hoseok and your face warms up when he holds your hand in his.

“They are quite soft.” He comments as he grips the sheets.

When people say that drugs enhance the body's senses, they truly mean it. You damn near drooled at the sight of your boyfriend tightly gripping the sheets next to you. Images of him fucking you into the pillow and gripping the sheets like it’s no tomorrow popping into your mind. 

You turn so that you are on your back and look at the man standing above you, a small smile forming on your face.

“What’s that look for?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as he stands tall above you..

“You are really fucking handsome.” You giggle and pull him down by his hand.

He steadies himself with his free hand and snickers at your eagerness, he releases his other hand from your grip and lets both hands rest next to your head.

You let your fingers trail up his exposed arm and grip his biceps, enjoying the feeling of his soft skin against your fingertips. 

“Having fun?” He questions, his lips meet yours for a brief second before you can respond.

“More than you know.” You answer when he pulls away from you.

“Y’know, if you ask nicely, you can see what I look like without this shirt on.” He seductively whispers in your ear, you bite your lip at the proposition. 

“Why ask when I can just undress you right now.” You slowly undo the buttons on his shirt and he gently grabs your wrist.

“I don’t think you asked?” He questions playfully, holding your arm down on the bed.

You bite your lip at his assertiveness, and continue to do the opposite of what he asks. You use your other hand to reach for the string on his sweatpants. 

A deep chuckle leaves his body and he shakes his head at your antics, pinning your other wrist down with his other hand.

“You’re a rebel when you’re high aren’t you?” He asks, his voice lowering.

You bite your lip and giggle, nodding your head in response. Your hormones and the drugs giving off a wonderful feeling. 

“I might be.” You whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you. 

He leans down and lets his lips ghost over yours, the closer he gets the more his bulge presses against your covered slit. 

“No fair.” You mumble against his lips and he chuckles, rolling his hips against yours yet again.

“Life’s not fair buttercup.” He flips you both over so that you’re under him and he’s hovering over your body. 

“Touch me please.” You request quietly, his lips leaving wet kisses down your neck.

His lips make their way to your collarbone where he gently sucks the skin, biting it gently with his teeth. A moan leaves your lips, your head thrown back and he licked over his mark.

“Such pretty brown skin.” He compliments you, the damp feeling in your panties more prominent. 

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He sits up and helps you take off your shirt. He throws the clothing to the side and feels himself harden at the sight of you with no bra. 

You nipples quickly becoming hard at the feeling of being exposed to the cool air in your bedroom, you watch as Hoseok’s eyes darken and he matches you by taking off his shirt.

You instinctively grip his forearms to feel his skin against your own and squeeze his biceps.

“Someone’s been working out I see?” You raise an eyebrow, his hand trailing down your stomach, fingers fiddling with the waistband on your shorts.

“I need to be able to hold you up when I’m fucking you, don’t I?” He asks in a snarky tone as a shiver goes down your spine.

“Hoseok.” You whimper as he continues to tease his fingers over your waistband.

“Tell me what you want from me?” He holds your face in his hands so that you can look him in his eyes. Due to your previous actions, having Hoseok stare at you made things way more intense than ever before.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say quietly, your body eating up at the words that leave your lips.

“Good girl.” He stands up from his spot on the bed and reaches into his bag from the floor. 

You sit up on your elbows and watch in confusion as he looks through his bag.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You ask, your body starting to become impatient. You knew from previous encounters what weed did to you, but you didn’t expect this strain to make you so damn horny. 

“Got it!” Hoseok exclaims, holding a small pen-like device in his hands.

“You’re kidding.” You stare at him in disbelief, he brings the small device up to his lips and presses a button as he inhales the smoke.

You watch as he breathes in for at least ten seconds, before he finally pulls away. 

He walks back over to you and grabs the back on your neck, pressing his lips against yours and blowing the vapor into your mouth. You breathe in the smoke and hold onto his arms to help balance yourself on the bed.

“Tastes sweet.” You comment, taking the pen from his hands, inhaling it for yourself.

You close your eyes in bliss as the smoke travels through your body, warmth spreads through your veins as the drugs work their magic. Your head gives off a cloudy feeling, but you are loving every second of it. 

Hoseok holds your breasts in his hands and massages your skin with the palms of his hands. You hold in a moan as you take another hit from the pen.

“I knew you would like it.” He comments, laying you on the bed. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and closes his eyes as he sucks on your nub. 

Your back arches at the feeling of his warm tongue drawing circles on your breast, your hair makes its way into his hair and you grip his roots in your hand.

He groans out and rubs himself against your leg as you pull his hair tighter, he pulls away from your chest and takes the device from your hands.

“You like pulling my hair I see?” He smirks and you bite your lip in return. 

“You wanna take your clothes off for me baby?” He asks nicely, you nod in response and finally take off your shorts, your panties following right behind.

Hoseok sets the pen to the side and admires your body as you lay on the bed in front of him. Your lip finds itself between your teeth as you watch smoke leave his nose. 

“I want you so bad Hobi.” You pull him closer by his pants, he holds your chin up in his hand and smiles down at you.

“You’re gonna have me princess, be patient.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, his kisses trailing down your body once again.

“I want to taste you first.” He leans down, his face inches away from your dripping center. 

He opens your legs and smiles at the sight of your exposed cunt in front of his eyes.

“Such a beautiful body to match an even sexier woman.” He tells you, you giggle at his comment and look away from him.

“My poor baby’s so shy. We’ll change that soon.” He says before taking your clit between his lips.

Your back lifts from your spot on the bed and you grip the sheets below you, he holds your thighs open so that you don’t suffocate him. 

“H-Hoseok” You gasp when one of his slender fingers makes its way inside of your cunt. 

He looks up at you, his ego increasing as your moans get louder with each suck and thrust from his fingers. He pulls off from your clit slowly, replacing the muscle with his thumb. 

“Fuck!” You moan loudly, the feeling in the pit of your stomach was so close you could almost taste it.

Hoseok presses his lips against yours and bites your lip, you whimper against his lips as your first orgasm approaches.

“You gonna come for me princess?” He slows his fingers down, his thumb rubbing slower circles on your clit.

“Please!” You exclaim, holding onto his arms tightly.

“Please what?” He moves his fingers at a faster pace, you shudder at the feeling of his fingers curling up to hit your sweet spot.

“P-please let me come.” You stutter, dragging your fingernails down the skin of his back.

He lets out a groan and rubs your clit in quicker circles, smiling proudly at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his fingers.

“Fuck!” You cover your mouth and moan loudly into your hand as your orgasm racks through your body.

Hoseok watches in awe as your eyes close and your thighs begin shaking, he pulls his fingers out of you. You watch as his fingers meet his tongue and you clench at the sight. 

“You taste so fucking sweet.” He kisses you so that you can taste yourself on his tongue like he knows you like doing. 

You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue and hold his face in your hands.

“It’s your turn.” You smile up at him and push him against the bed, he sits up on his elbows to watch for your next move.

You take off his sweatpants, your mouth salivates when you see his cock standing straight up. You take it into your hand and lick around the head.

A deep groan leaves his mouth, you wrap your lips around his head and slowly take him down your throat slowly. You moan at the stretch of his cock moving down your throat.

“Fuck baby girl.” He comments, his hand grabbing your curly hair to help guide you on his cock.

You moan loudly at the feeling of his hands tightly gripping your hair, you hold onto his thigh as you go down completely. You relax your throat and breathe out of your nose as the tip of your nose meets his pubic bone.

“Holy shit.” He stares down at you in amazement and moves your head up and down his shaft slowly. 

You close your eyes and move your tongue around his cock, you gently massage his thighs and he hisses at the extra stimulation. He slowly pulls your mouth off of him and massages your scalp.

You lean into his touch and he rubs your cheek with one hand, the other hand guiding your body to straddle his.

“You’re so beautiful baby.” He sits up and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands trail up and down your back, you hold his face in your hands and connect your lips. 

He pulls your body closer to his and you jump as your clit comes into contact with cock, you move your hips back and forth and moan at the stimulation.

Hoseok watches as you grind yourself on his lap and grabs your breast with one of his hands, his other hand holding you up.

“I want you inside of me.” You look down at him and he nods his head, in agreement. 

He sits up against the pillows and holds your hips over his lap, he brings your body down slowly and bites his lip as your cunt swallows his cock.

“Fuck!” You moan in unison, you press your forehead against his and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You feel so fucking good.” He pants, rubbing your hips as you get used to the stretch. 

Your face heats up at his comment and you slide down in his lap completely. You slowly raise your hips and slide back down again slowly.

“Fuck yeah baby girl, just like that.” One of his hands makes their way to your hip while the other one plays with your nipple.

“I love the way you feel inside of me.” You lean down and whisper into his ear, your hips gaining more momentum as you bounce up and down in his lap.

He throws his head back and his hands make their way to your ass, grabbing onto it.

You shriek as his hand comes down, you hiss at the stinging feeling left behind. The pain quickly turning into pleasure as your hips slammed onto his.

“You like that baby?” He holds your chin with his free hand and bites his lip as you clench around his. 

Hoseok stares at you above him, his eyes watch your every movement. He felt as though he could call himself the luckiest man in the world. 

Hoseok moans at the sight of your brown skin as the sun shines on your body as you ride him, a thin coat of sweat covers your body but Hoseok could only focus on your beauty. 

His lower lip makes its way between his teeth at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his shaft. 

“I’m close!” You announce, letting your hands rest on his chest to help your bouncing.

The man below places both hands on your hips and thrust his hips up to meet yours, you both moan in unison as his tip hits your sweet spot.

“Fuck Hoseok!” Your second orgasm of the night hits your body. You grip his shoulders and continue moving your hips.

Hoseok slows down his thrust, before he comes to a complete stop. You whine at the lack of movement and try moving your hips again. He holds you down and you grip the sheets next to his head.

“Are you okay?” He asks, checking your face to make sure everything is good.

Even when he’s high he still manages to make sure that you’re comfortable, no matter what.

“Baby I’m perfect, you didn’t get to come though.” You slowly sit up and lift yourself off of him, moaning when his cock leaves your body.

“What are you doing?” He questions, sitting up slowly.

“I’m not done yet.” You kiss him, biting his lip as you pull away.

You suck on his bottom lip and he groans at the slight pain, your teeth dig into his skin as you pull away. 

His large hand gently wraps around your throat, you gasp and giggle at the sudden action.

“You’re such a dirty girl.” He pulls you closer by your neck and pushes his lips against yours, 

“I want you to fuck me.” You whisper, he loosens his grip on your neck and flips you over so that you’re laying on your stomach.

You crawl over to the pillows and put your ass up in the air, shaking it to get his attention.

“You are going to be the death of me.” He mumbles, getting on his knees behind you.

He grabs your ass with one hand and shakes it before slapping the skin with his palm. He aligns himself up at your entrance before sliding in slowly. 

“O-oh shit.” You moan into the pillow beneath you as he bottoms out carefully.

“You’re so tight and warm.” He pulls out halfway before pushing back inside of you.

“You’re so deep.” You reply, moving your hips back and forth to match his rhythm.

His hand finds its way to your hair, gently pulling you up into his lap. Your back pressed against his chest as his thrust pick up. 

“Oh fuck!” You gasp at the new angle and close your eyes.

His cock reaches deeper in your body with this new position. He pulls your head back onto his shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of kisses up and down your neck.

His left hand squeezes your throat gently, not enough to hurt. But enough to make your cunt grip his shaft.

“Just like that baby.” He bites your ear and continues his thrusts. 

“Y-you feel so good.” You manage to get out, his hand tightening around your throat.

Your entire body feels as if it were on cloud nine, between the drugs, Hoseok’s hand on your throat, and the way his tip continuously hits your spot, you feel an orgasm approaching and Hoseok can feel it too. 

“Are you gonna come for me princess?” His fingers meet your clit and he begins rubbing small circles on the tub.

“Hoseok fuck!” You close your eyes as you feel your third orgasm sneaking up on you. 

Hoseok lets out a mantra of moans as your cunt tightens around his cock, his fingers move quicker so he can get you to your orgasm. 

The feeling of your cunt gripping his shaft was enough to push his body to the edge. He bites down on your shoulder as he comes deep inside of you. Thick ropes of white cover your insides as his hips stutter. 

His orgasm caused yours to occur seconds late, your body shook as your orgasm rakes through your body. 

Your body convulses as pleasure courses through your veins, the sensation taking over your body completely, toes curling as your cunt gripped Hoseok’s cock.

Your eyes shut tightly, instead of seeing black you saw pure white, you grip the sheets tightly as you come on Hoseok’s cock. 

You fall forward, your body limp and lacking energy. Hoseok watches you in shock, but catches you before you fall forward. 

“Baby.” He whispers, you make a sound to acknowledge him.

“You just squirted.” He says in disbelief and you weakly chuckle.

“Well shit.” You say tiredly, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“That was amazing.” He says, you finally open your eyes and smile at the handsome man in front of you. His cheeks showing a rosy tint to them, you rub his cheek and connect your lips.

“I hate to be that person, but we do need to clean up.” He mumbles against your lips and you pout cutely.

“Don’t remind me.” You answer and he chuckles as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Are you ready baby?” He asks, massaging your thighs trying to stop your body from shaking.

You nod your head and brace yourself. He slowly guides you off of his cock, you both moan simultaneously as his cock slips out of you. Hoseok holds you in his arms and looks around for a cloth.

“I’ll be right back baby.” He lays you onto the pillows and quickly runs into the bathroom.

You finally catch your breath and let out a tired yawn, you smile as your boyfriend exits the bathroom with a warm cloth in hand. You perk up at the sound of the bathtub water running.

“I figured we could relax together and sit in the tub, we’re both pretty messy.” He suggests, as he cleans up the aftermath of what just occurred.

“I would love nothing more than to relax in a hot tub.” You respond, he smiles his signature bright smile and kisses your forehead.

“But after that we definitely need to eat, I have the munchies like it’s nobody's business.” You sit up slowly and he laughs at your statement.

“I will make sure you eat baby, don’t worry. Weed plus sex gives me a hunger that I can’t even describe.” He throws the washcloth into the laundry basket and picks you up bridal style.

“Yeah you better.” You playfully tease him, poking his dimple with your pointer finger.

“Don’t make me put you in your place again princess.”

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If The Hip Hop Unit Were Werewolves

-for your mythology project, you were tasked with researching the phenomenon of the lycanthrope -or, more commonly known as, the werewolf -originally, you were just gonna do some good ol' research on the Internet and look for the first few articles that came up on Google -however, you then had the idea to make your project visual as well as oral -meaning you had the idea of adding some sort of moodboard to the presentation just to make it look nicer -so you went out into the local forests near your school to look for some leaves and dirt -you were planning to go to the thrift store to get come old faux fur samples to act as the 'werewolf fur' -you were minding your own business, collecting what you needed -it was only 3:30 PM - just after school finished - so it was still pretty light outside, much to your relief -so you received quite the shock of your life when you heard a howl not too far away from you -you froze, in the middle of picking a leaf off the floor -you could not move, you didn't want to until you knew what that was -had there always been wolves in your neighbourhood? -after a long silence, you, slowly and cautiously, began to resume your leaf and dirt picking -until you heard it again -the same howl -but much closer this time -you began to panic, is this when your life comes to an end? So soon? Before you've even really been anyone? -"Please show yourself if you're the one making the howl," you called out boldly, hoping and praying it was some stupid kid at school trying to be funny -you didn't get an answer, cementing your stupid schoolkid theory -until you heard a, "Sorry, that was me, actually." -turning with a gasp, you saw a young looking boy walk towards you -he was only wearing sweatpants and a tank top, showing off his muscular arms, his light hair was messy, as though he had ran his hand through it multiple times, and he had a sheepish grin on his face -he looked as though he was your age -"Are you having a laugh? You scared the shit out of me, y'know!" you grumbled irritably turning back to the pile of leaves you had collected. -"Yeah, sorry; I was just practicing my howl for the Annual Howl Contest tonight," the boy said, causing you to turn back to him in amusement -"The what, sorry?" -"Y'know, the Annual Howl Contest," the boy said as though it was obvious. "All the werewolf packs get together to see which pack has the loudest, most powerful howl." -you stopped listening past 'werewolf' -was this boy really insinuating that he was a werewolf? -deciding to entertain him, you said, "Hmm, now it's funny that you say that, because I'm doing a mythology project and my topic is supposed to be werewolves!" -"Wow! Really?" the boy exclaimed, genuinely sounding excited -"Really! And, y'know, I would love to get a picture of you in your wolf form, if you don't mind." -turning back to your leaves, you chuckled, feeling as though you had caught the boy out -so you weren't expecting him to say a casual, "Okay," and hear a bunch of ripping noises -immediately turning back around, your jaw dropped as you saw that the boy was gone and, standing in his place was a big, blonde wolf -not knowing what else to do, you screamed -and you screamed bloody murder -the wolf looked almost alarmed (if that was even possible) and bounded forwards as though to comfort you -you, however, were not having it, and you backed up, screaming out, "HELP! HELP!! WOLF!! WOOOLF!!!" -as though your prayers had been answered, you heard footsteps running, getting louder as they approached the forest -however, when the owners of the feet arrived, your hope fell -"You're not police," you stated in disappointment to the three men in front of you -they all seemed to ignore you and, instead, focused on the blonde wolf that tried to attack you -"Vernon, what are you doing out here? You missed afternoon roll call!" the man with black hair scolded, causing the wolf - apparently named 'Vernon' - to whine and his ears to droop -which was pretty cute even if it was coming from a humongous wolf -"Hyung, who's that?" another one of the men said. He was a lot younger looking and also really attractive as well -"Yeah, good question, um, who are you?" the black-haired man asked you -"Uh, I'm (y/n) and I'm currently terrified because I was talking to this boy who was making these howling noises and said they were for this howling contest that fucking werewolves go to and I think I'm losing my mind!" you blurted, feeling yourself get more and more hysterical with every passing word -the black-haired man walked forward, his hands out cautiously. "Okay, (y/n). My name's Seungcheol, and I need you to calm down. Your life isn't in any danger, I promise you." -somehow, hearing the calm in his voice calmed you down as a result, your breathing slowing as you regained your composure -"Vernon, turn back into a human; you're scaring her," the quieter, bespectacled man said. -Vernon the wolf did as told, and, before your own eyes, transformed back into the same boy that you were talking to before -"I'm sorry for scaring you, (y/n)," he said, "but why did you ask me to transform if you were gonna react like that?" -"BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE GONNA TRANSFORM IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!" you cried out, feeling yourself get hysterical again -"Breathe, (y/n); I need you to breathe," Seungcheol instructed, holding his hands up again -"I think (y/n) may be another non-believer," the bespectacled man remarked -"That seems to make the most sense," Seungcheol agreed, before turning back to you -"'Non-believer'? What do you mean by that?" you asked after you had calmed down for the second time -"It's kinda in the name," Vernon said, "By 'non-believer', we mean someone who doesn't believe in the existence of 'mythological' beings such as vampires, sirens, zombies and werewolves." -"Wait . . ." you began, "does that mean that all that you listed--" -"Are real? Absolutely," Seungcheol finished for you. You inhaled deeply, before bursting out into laughter -"This is just a dream, isn't it?" you said through your laughter. "I'm gonna wake up, and I'll still be picking leaves for my project, and everything will be as it should be." -you closed you eyes for a good five seconds, before slowly opening them and groaning out loud when you saw the four men still standing, staring at you blankly -"Oh, I knew it wasn't a dream!" you complained, before exhaling again and looking back up at the men. "So, I'm assuming all of you are werewolves, then?" -"That's correct," Seungcheol responded. "My name's Seungcheol, as you know. This is Mingyu *gestures to the attractive guy*, that's Wonwoo *gestures to the bespectacled man*, and, well, I think you're already well-acquainted with Vernon." -"Uh, nice to meet you guys, I guess," you said, forcing a smile as you waved. -"Hey, I just had an idea!" Vernon said excitedly. "You said that your project is about werewolves, right?" -"Uh, yes?" you answered, not entirely sure where he was going with this -"How about we bring you back to our base and you can hang out there until you've gathered all the information you need to know!" -"WHAT?!" that 'what' came from two parties: you and Mingyu, Wonwoo and Seungcheol -"Vernon, are you crazy?! (y/n) can't do that!" Mingyu protested. -"Yeah! I don't wanna get eaten alive!" you cried out, before covering you mouth. "I'm sorry, was that offensive?" -"Little bit," Wonwoo replied -"Yeah, just a bit," Mingyu added. -"I have never, for the life of me, understood this stereotype: werewolves don't eat humans because normal wolves don't eat humans; it’s as simple as that," Seungcheol explained, sounding slightly annoyed. -"Right, right. Sorry," you mumbled awkwardly -"Now about Vernon's idea," Seungcheol continued on, "as insane as it may sound on paper, I can see where Vernon's coming from." -"You can???" You, Mingyu and Wonwoo all said at the same time. -"Yeah; I mean, it may go completely wrong," Seungcheol admitted, "but I think it would be the best way for (y/n) to get the best grade for (his/her) project, because the real thing is better than some Wikipedia article, isn't it?" -". . . I cannot believe you're actually willing to go through with this," Wonwoo said. -"I can't either!" you agreed, before turning to Seungcheol. "If we are to do this, will you guarantee that I would be completely safe?" -"(y/n), I'm the Alpha of our pack," Seungcheol bragged. "Managing others' safety is practically in my job description." -you couldn't help but laugh at that, before weighing up your options -you could accept and possibly put your life on the line for some project which didn't even go to your final grade anyway -or you could decline and try to go on living a normal existence, and simultaneously forgetting that this ever happened -of course you went with the logical option -"Eh, what have I got to lose? I'm in!" you cheered, causing Vernon to cheer with you -"Well, here's hoping this doesn't completely fail," Mingyu said, causing you to laugh nervously -you really hoped that this didn't end up being a huge mistake -in some instances, your life was depending on it

#the second part to my halloween series #look out for the individual members coming your way soon! #choi seungcheol #s.coups #jeon wonwoo #kim mingyu #chwe hansol #vernon #supernatural au #gender neutral reader #seventeen #svt #seventeen fanfiction #svt fanfiction #halloween x seventeen 2018

[selfwrittenstars]

Larry fanfiction masterpost

Some of my favourite long fics that I’ve come across during the many hours that I’ve spent reading (if I’m not mistaken they all are at least 90k words long).🌈💝💛💚💜💙

1) Dress you up in my love.

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6135802/chapters/14060698

Summary: Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. 

Harry is a lawyer whose boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.  

2)  Shake me down

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3331958/chapters/7285322

Summary: Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

3) Fading

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/629683/chapters/1138549

Summary: Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

4) And then a bit

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1415272/chapters/2972746

Summary: “We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”   Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts. (aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

5) Young & beautiful 

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/838537/chapters/1597776

Summary: Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

6) You are in love

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5299295/chapters/12594848?view_adult=true

Summary: The one to cry your eyeballs out. Harry is first with Xander Ritz. Larry go from friends, to something more than friends, to lovers, to something more than friends, to nothing, to lovers again. Uni AU.

7) Nobody shines the way that you do

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3374579/chapters/7381043

Summary: “We might as well just date.”Harry froze in his arms, his body stilled as he slowly lifted his head up at Louis to give him the most confused expression he’d ever worn. Louis literally wanted to fuck him into the next century. “What?” Harry asked. “Are you–.”“No,” Louis said, shaking his head before Harry could go far with that idea and trap Louis into confessing his own feelings. “I mean…like I think I have a plan?”“A plan?” Harry said slowly. “A plan other than me going to Peter’s tomorrow and groveling for hours; maybe even days?”The thought of Harry doing that made Louis’ skin burn, but he schooled his expression well and nodded swiftly. “There will be no groveling. Well, there will be, but not on your end.”orLouis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.

8) Empty skies

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1261096/chapters/2599474

Summary: For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates. ESCAPADE

9) In circles of you and me

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12266679

Summary: Louis pulls Harry closer by the belt loops. Harry could feel his breath warm against his neck as he brushes his lips against his skin. “You know… I don’t care if you kiss other people.” Harry smiles as he feels Louis’ stubble scratch against his neck. “I know you don’t, but-”He stifles a moan as Louis bites down gently on the soft surface of his skin. “You can kiss other people too-” Louis pauses to look at him pointedly. “I know I can.”“Well, have you?” Harry asks, his brows furrowed. “What’s it to you?” Louis retorts with a smirk. “You’re the one I’m kissing now.”–Or, Louis and Harry keep running into each other at parties. It doesn’t mean anything, until it does.

10) Relief next to me

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1117942/chapters/2251923

Summary: AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

11) Play the odds

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8948758

Summary: Harry and Louis are best friends since childhood who, after a night of drinking, find themselves locked in a bet: first one to kiss the other a thousand times wins. Wins what? They don’t know. Glory, Harry supposes. Bragging rights, though those don’t do much in this economy. All Harry knows is that this is one bet he can finally win. What he doesn’t expect, though, is what happens when he starts kissing his best friend on a daily basis. Namely, he doesn’t expect falling head over heels in love with his best friend. Now all he has to do is make sure the bet never ends, so he never has to stop kissing Louis.

12) Time bomb

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3641511/chapters/8044863

Summary: “Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it. “My publicist told me I can’t go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night’s eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.” Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

13) Hiding place

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4858376/chapters/11133491

Summary: Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.    Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

14) You You You

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/846690/chapters/1617212

Summary: “Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown,” read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly. “Is that…?” Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like… “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” “Louis,” Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. “You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction."Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction.

15) Never Be

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8318785/chapters/19050769

Summary: Monica: You’ve got to see her again. Ross: And why do you care so much? Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy! Ross: You had fantasies about Emily? Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.  The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

16) Unbelievers

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3592992/chapters/7924602

Summary: It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

17) Into The Blue

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1035822/chapters/2065499

Summary: AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

18) We’re okay

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/635292/chapters/1150082

Summary: It’s funny, really, that their lives hadn’t intercepted before that point. That all it took was one little thing that set off a chain reaction of circumstances which led them all to each other. But it was for the best, really, because in the end, with each other, they were all okay.And if you asked them, the whole thing could be blamed on Liam sleeping in, for once in his life.

19) Don’t Look Down

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/738944/chapters/1375483

Summary: AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

20) got the sunshine on my shoulders

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10785375/chapters/23922933

Summary: five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

21) Love is a Rebellious Bird

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1162438/chapters/2362331

Summary: AU in which the boys still make music.  Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best.  Zayn and Liam are around too. Don’t hum Bolero.

22) Wear it like a crown

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1816771/chapters/3900322

Summary: AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis' teenage fantasies.

23) Lonesome when you go

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11032023/chapters/24588318

Summary: Harry, Louis, Niall, and Liam are surgeons-in-training at the most prestigious program in the United States.More than that, Harry and Louis have a history unknown to the others, a history that involves dogs and God, anatomy lessons, food fights, vinyl jazz records, and one hell of an oyster tour. A story of trust and friendship, of poetry and rock and roll, pink-tinged dawns and the darkest nights. A tale of portraits, tattoos, and everlasting love.

24) You watched me sink

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6896620

Summary: They've discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. It's not like it's some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. They're mature adults. They're in tune with their feelings, their hearts' desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other's hands. They like each other. A lot. It's mutual, they know. But for now, they're just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.  When dating in secret stops being enough, then they'll discuss that too. Or, the one where Harry teaches Sex Ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn't realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

25) we’re not friends, we could be anything

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7873252/chapters/17980723

Summary: The next second, Harry is firing back, “If I wanted to kill you I could have just poisoned your fajitas.”Louis rolls his eyes. “Clever boy.”Harry feels his skin start to prickle with irritation. The way Louis talks to him, so condescending... Like he’s smarter than Harry… Fuck that.“I don’t have time for this,” Harry says. “Some of us have schoolwork to do. And jobs to get to. So if you’ll excuse me.”Harry doesn’t wait for a reply before he pushes past Louis, hoisting his bag further up his shoulder and rushing towards the door. No, not rushing. That would imply Louis is chasing him out. He walks to the door hastily.He’s not sure, but he thinks he hears Louis mutter “Fucking wanker” before the door to the flat clicks shut behind him. ...Or, the one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely don't like each other and definitely won't fall in love (even if Liam and Niall think otherwise).

26) Nameless night

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3467966/chapters/7611533

Summary: For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a simple date. That is the date you'll meet your soulmate. Harry and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they're not so different from each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference: they didn't receive the same date. Or, a fic about differences that make no difference at all: Harry and Louis are soulmates. In every way possible. Featuring Niall as a role model, and Liam and Zayn as a different kind of role models.

Happy reading!!

#larry stylinson #larry #larry fanfic #larry fic #larry fanfiction #ao3 #masterpost

[theartificialdane]

Galactica, part 243

In this we party, characters take sides, Raven is attentive, shit hit the fan and Bianca keeps checking Instagram.

Thank you @toriibelledarling @samrull and @veronicasanders - You’re all amazing, and V deserves an extra shout out for being the master of drama <3

“Allison!” Jaslene hissed, approaching the blonde over by one of the nail stations. “Did you hear what your roommate and her friend are saying about Raven?”

Allison’s shoulder’s tensed up. “Oh god, what?”

“Apparently that bitch Courtney is going around gossiping about the Marie Claire shoot where her girlfriend fired Raven, and the Galactica show where we had that little tiff with Tati, all of which I thought was ancient history, didn’t you?” Jaslene looked like she was about to boil over, the woman fiercely loyal.

“Yes, I did, but we’ve totally put that behind us-- I mean, Courtney is pretty ok-”

“So why is she still talking about it, on camera?! Is she trying to railroad Raven?” Jaslene threw her arms up.” Are they trying to make her look bad at her own party? Because I’m not gonna let her get away with that! Now come on Alley cat”

“I really don’t want to get involved in any Courtney Act drama…” Allison started, very unsure if she should follow Jaslene’s plan.

Jaslene put her hands on her hips. “Did Bianca del Rio threaten you, too? Is this about that time you dated?”

“We didn’t exactly date-”

“What does she have on you?”

“Nothing! I just don’t want to--”

“Ugh! Where’s Naima?” Jaslene turned on her heel and stomped away, clearly done with Allison.

***

If there was one thing Jeremy could do, it was butter up a damn middle-aged woman. Especially a tipsy one. He smiled at Ramona.

“They’re reeeeally big fans of yours, but they’re too shy to come up to you. They told me they want advice on how to get attention from cameras. But if you ask me, they are plenty beautiful and dramatic. I mean, there was a whole shakeup at the Galactica show last fall, that got a bunch of press. I’ll give you all the details.” Jeremy gave another sly grin, handing Ramon a glass of wine. “They just probably need to own it more. Maybe you could encourage them.”

“Thanks, Jeremy, I’ll tell them!” Ramona giggled, sipping daintily from the glass, Sonja leaning on her arm for support.

***

“Ravey! You ready for your surprise?!” Juju shrieked, yanking her best friend by the arm and dragging her onto the dance floor.

“I guess so?” Raven raised an eyebrow. She’d made it a point as the host not to get plastered, but Juju didn’t seem to have that trouble. Her matron of honor was wasted.

“NOW!” Juju yelled, and a bunch of police officers swarmed into the room.

For a moment, Raven was frightened, until she realized what was going on. Ohhhh, /those/ kind of cops. She turned and laughed at her crazy best friend, who was already grinding on one of the young, burly “police officers.”

Attracted by the hot strippers and happy shrieking of the hostess, more guests began pouring onto the dance floor to join in the fun.

The Hot Cops formed a line and, in unison, ripped off their tearaway pants. Raven clapped her hands. “YEAHHHHHHHH!”

The guys spread out and began to dance with Raven and the rest of the guests. Juju snatched the hat off one of their heads.

“Hey, cutie…” grinned a tanned, muscular stripper, coming up behind Courtney and dangling a pair of handcuffs in front of her. “You’re under arrest.”

She frowned distastefully, slurring, “Um, no. You know what’s not sexy? Police brutality...”

Adore covered her face with her hands, looking at the bewildered stripper apologetically. “Sorry, she’s drunk.” She grabbed Courtney by the wrist and pulled her into the lounge area. “Jesus, dude. He’s just a dancer.”

“I mean, come on Adore. Does anyone in this country even read the news? What’s sexy about cops? Honestly.”

“You are /insane/. Here, eat this chocolate thing. What is this?” Adore examined the fancy-looking pastry, shrugged, popped one in her mouth and handed the other to Courtney, then shoved the blonde towards the sofas where Jinkx and Alaska were lounging, relaxed after their massages.

“Adore, I have something to say, alright? I’m allowed to have a voice!” Courtney insisted. “Stop oppressing me, like some kind of republican fascist.”

“Okay fine.” Adore greeted both of her girlfriends with kisses and flopped down on the couch, pulling out her phone. “Go ahead, buttercup. Tell us allll about what’s wrong with the Hot Cops. And America.”

“Well,” Courtney began, “For starters, maybe they shouldn’t kill unarmed minority children? I mean just this year there were like 4 million.”

“Four million... stripper homicides?” Adore clarified from behind the camera.

“Yes!...No...Adore, shut up…And the war on drugs! Is a bunch of bullshit! And the KKK! Just had a rally! In Orange County! ORANGE COUNTY! CALIFORNIA! That’s like...what?!...” Courtney continued.

***

Raven was having a splendid time at her bachelorette party and she couldn't be more content. Her custom drinks were flowing nicely, her guests enjoyed the decadent pastries and even though there was a fully equipped camera crew, it didn’t feel invasive at all, but then again, Raven had always loved attention above everything else. And the bevy of hot male strippers was the icing on the cake.

She got up, giggling, from her third lap dance, kissing the dancers on the cheeks and tucking a large tip into each of their g-strings. She noticed a familiar, slender figure tucked around the corner and decided it was a good time for a break from the sweaty dance floor and the champagne, and to check in on her young maid of honor.

"Hey, are you ok lovey?" Raven asked, approaching Violet. "You’ve done such a good job hiding from the cameras; I almost forgot you were still here."

Violet blushed bowing her head, knowing that even in the midst of her fun, Raven grey eyes missed nothing. "Sorry," Violet replied softly. “This isn’t really my scene..”

Raven nodded at Violet's response, there was indeed a lot happening in her home, from camera crews and manicurists. The group of drunk adult women who were filming was being tolerated, just as long as no one spilled or broke anything.

Raven drained the rest of her champagne and placed the glass on a nearby table. "It's a lot more stimulation and energy than I anticipated at first. I'm going to kick the camera crew out soon, they should have plenty to work with and they're not even paying me to be here."

Violet smiled at Raven's pout, the other woman truly spoiled, though she had had no problem with the camera crew filming her opening her mountain of pre-wedding presents. "The nerve of some people."

"I know!" Raven agreed with a smile, "letting them enjoy the opulence of my home and hospitality, and I didn't charge them for their dirty tread marks on my once clean floors."

"Hopefully Raja doesn't freak out," Violet supplied. Frida had never been in Raja and Raven’s apartment for that exact reason, the little dog properly housetrained, but Violet didn’t want to risk her beloved dog ending up on the end of Raja’s rage.

"You know, if you want, you can leave and go to Sutan's.”

Violet looked around at the party still in full swing, literally and figuratively, "Are you sure? I don't want to be rude…”

Raven waved her comment away with a wave of her left hand, engagement ring catching in the light. "Don't worry about that," Raven said kindly, standing up and offering her hand to Violet so she could stand. "You're not a party girl.”

Violet accepted a warm hug from Raven and headed for the door, just missing the moment when all hell broke loose.

***

“Well, it looks like the girls are having fun,” Sutan commented. He turned to Detox, showing him a snap from Jaslene of Juju getting a lap dance from a half naked cop. His girls had been sending him snaps all night, the models all loving the quick and easy way to contact their manager to either tattle or brag, and he was pretty sure tonight was a series of brag snaps. Sutan had looked for Violet a few times, but just as he had expected, she was nowhere to be seen, except for a few pictures with Tatianna that looked like they had been taken in a kitchen. A new snap dinged in, and a video of Juju throwing champagne at the strippers ass came on, everyone yelling with excitement.

“My lovely wife,” Detox sighed happily, handing out plates full of grilled steak and vegetables.

“Thanks, Detox, this looks delicious!” Fame exclaimed as she took her plate, the woman clearly slightly wine drunk.

“Well, it looks edible. Don’t exaggerate,” Bianca corrected, leaning over Sutan’s shoulder to see the pictures. Sutan just handed Bianca his phone since he knew she was looking for pictures of Courtney.

“You realize you can just text her, right?”

“Shut the fuck up Amrull.”

Patrick rolled his eyes. “I’ve truly missed this hostile energy…”

“And we missed you too, bro,” Detox said, thumping him on the shoulder.

***

“You know,” Ramona said, putting one arm around Celia and the other around Naima. “You guys just need to embrace your naturally dramatic natures and you’d get tons of publicity.”

“What do you mean?” Celia asked.

“I mean like that thing at the Galactica show! Sure some people may have thought you were bullying that girl but hey! It was also very entertaining and you were just like, being you! Don’t apologize.”

“Is that bitch still talking about us?!” Naima demanded.

“What bitch?” Sonja slurred.

“COURTNEY ACT!” Celia snapped.

“No, she’s not. I didn’t know you knew her. You know her?” Sonja smiled.

“Don’t play dumb with me!”

“She’s not playing dumb, she’s just a little dumb,” said Ramona.

“Ramona!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you know I love you!” Ramona threw her arms around Sonja and kissed her cheek.

“Um, hello? We’re not done here!” Naima exclaimed.

“Sorry, who are you again? I was just trying to be nice, because I heard you wanted advice--”

“Heard from who? That dumb bitch Courtney? Cause she’s a lying whore.”

“What is happening? Sonja asked, blinking.

Jeremy yawning, stretching, picking up his walkie. “/Jane, are you seeing this? I need a raise./”

***

“Oh shit..” Allison saw the fight happening in slow motion, everyone’s voices growing louder and louder, Celia and Jaslene both looking like they were ready to murder. All of them were drunk, and Allison knew that if there was one thing Celia didn’t give when she was drunk, it was half a fuck. Alllison looked around, quickly locating Tatianna, the only thought in her head that they had to get out before the producers caught them on camera. If anyone filmed either her or Tatianna anywhere near the fight, it could be suicide for the campaign Tati just landed with Moschino and the assistant photographer gig Bianca had gotten her with [designer]’s Spring campaign.

“Tati! Come on! We’re leaving!” Allison exclaimed, grabbing Tatianna’s purse and hand, tugging the woman away from the chair she was sitting in, only half of her nails painted.

“I’m in the middle of a manicu-”

Allison dragged her towards the door.

Tati barely had time to grab her shoes before flying down the hall after the petite blonde. “Okay, okay, slow down!”

***

“Did you just throw a DRINK at me?!” Ramona shrieked, red faced, looking like she was ready to haul off and slap Celia. Sonja jumped up to hold her back as the rest of the guests began to pay closer attention to the argument.

“You bet your fat ass I did!” Celia screamed back.

“FAT?!” Ramona lunged forward, clearly about to grab Celia by the hair, when Raven raced over and stood in between them.

***

Violet pressed the elevator button, more than ready to go downstairs and take Frida for her afternoon walk. Violet was considering if she should call Betty and hear if she wanted to watch a movie since she knew Sutan was worth next to nothing when he was drunk. It had been forever since Violet and Betty had hung out outside of work, both of them busy with the holiday collections.

Violet couldn’t wait to find out what Shane was like around the Christmas season, the man a genius in the kitchen. At Halloween Shane had made candied apples, the treats so good Violet had had two. The door opened, and Violet stepped inside, picking her phone out of her pocket, already dialing Betty.

“Hey! Hold the elevator!”

***

Bianca hung up the phone. No answer, again. Fuck.

BIANCA: Everything okay, baby? I haven’t heard from you all night.

BIANCA: I really hope you’re having fun

Bianca shivered, standing on the patio, hiding from the party inside. She’d waited as long as she could, but finally, after not hearing from Courtney for hours, the possessiveness took over, crawling up her spine, and she’d dashed outside without an explanation to try and make contact.

BIANCA: Call me if you get a chance, okay? I love you

Bianca sighed and opened the door, heading back inside.

***

“Thank you for letting us in Violet.” Allison looked around. It had been ages since she had been in Sutan’s apartment, the place exactly as she remembered it, right down to the horrible art on the wall. Orange wasn’t a good color, ever, no matter what any acid trip artist said.

“You’re a lifesaver.” Tatianna smiled. “I mean, I look like a homeless person, who only has four nails done?”

Allison could feel that Tatianna was giving her a dirty look, but Allison didn’t take it to heart. If she knew her friends right drinks where flying upstairs right now, and she was just grateful not to be here.

“It’s fine.. But.” Violet put Frida down, the little pug happily running around her owner’s feet as Violet took Tati’s hand, examining her nails. “I think I have a color that matches this… Should I look for it?”

“I’d be delighted to step into your salon!” Tati giggled.

***

“Just what in GOD’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!” Raven yelled.

Suddenly, Ramona, Sonja, Celia, Jaslene, Naima, and Fo were all screaming at once, and none of it made a lick of sense.

“This bitch tried to bring up ancient history--”

“I was trying to help you--”

“Nobody asked for help you old hag--”

“--dragging your name through the mud--”

“--and that little cunt Tatianna!”

“--I’ve never even met Tatianna, who does--”

“--Courtney and her big fucking mouth--”

“--I literally have no idea what you--”

During the course of this commotion, Courtney had come running over with a stupid innocent expression, Adore at her heels, and Raven was sick and tired of all of them, feeling a pounding headache coming on.

“ENOUGH! All of you, get out! And that includes the cameras. Now!!”

Everyone stopped talking, looking at her with slow, blinking eyes.

Raven waited for a beat, and when nobody moved, she added, “I SAID NOW!”

The entire room erupted in chaos again as everyone began to panic, screaming at each other, scrambling for their coats, Jaslene bursting into tears.

Raven stomped away from the group to call Raja, barely holding it together.

***

Raja lay sprawled on the couch, her feet in Sutan’s lap, head in Fame’s, listening to her friends tell stories about her wilder single days.

“...Remember when you and Jinkx got thrown out of that nightclub in Queens and arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct and then Jinkx /bought/ the club and you legit passed out on the chaise lounge after a bender and she made the bouncers put caution tape around you and told everyone that you were part of a performance art piece?”

Raja burst out laughing as her phone began to ring. “We were quite the team...”

“Oh, god, and remember when-”

“Hold that thought-” Raja said, sitting up and answering her phone. “Hello, princess, how’s the party goin-”

“You have to come home /right now/, everything is RUINED!” Raved wailed.

“Wait, what? What are you talking about?!”

“I should never have let the cameras come! The fucking housewives practically got into a fistfight with the elite girls and I’ll explain more when you get home just come NOW!”

Raja stared at the phone, shaking her head. “Dear god.”

“What the hell was that about?” Detox asked.

“Apparently there was drama with the housewives and some of your girls, TanTan.”

“Fuck.”

“She’s really upset. I better go.” Raja signed, reaching for her purse.

“I’ll come with you.” Sutan and Bianca looked at each other, both of them speaking at the exactly same time, the worry for their girlfriends clear in their faces.

Bianca snickered bitterly, following Raja to the door. “Who would have guessed there’d be drama at an event orchestrated by Andy Cohen’s minions? Your fiancée is an idiot.”

Fame cleared her throat, looking down at her phone. “Uhh, B...I think I figured out what Courtney’s been up to. Check Adore’s insta story.”

Bianca pulled out her phone while she exited, nearly slamming the door in Sutan’s face in her haste to find out what the fuck Fame was talking about.

“Jeez, B…” he griped, following the women out to the car.

***

Bianca sat in the backseat of the car beside Sutan, clicking through Adore’s instagram story, cringing at Courtney’s drunken nonsensical ranting.

On the screen, Courtney was going on and on, pacing around the lounge area, swaying unsteadily in her heels while the trifecta of the damned egged her on.

“What was I saying?”

“You were saying the cops need body cameras because of corporate lobbyists,” Alaska offered, as Jinkx laughed in the background.

“Yes, because of the prison industrial complex, which, think about it, is really what all of this is about, capitalism, and money, and the fucking rich people taking everything and using racism to control people. Jinkx understands. Right, Jinkx?”

“That’s me. Capitalist scum.” Jinkx yawned.

“Jinkx, it’s not your fault! You’re a victim too! I mean that’s why you’re an alcoholic. The guilt!”

“Jesus, Courtney,” Adore said, though Jinkx was still laughing.

“Sorry, but I’m just being real. And why isn’t healthcare free? Can anyone answer that? I mean can you answer that? Like right now?”

“No one can answer that, Courtney,” Alaska giggled.

“Just what in GOD’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!” Raven’s voice suddenly cut through in the background, causing all four girls to jump in alarm.

Hoo boy, Bianca thought, clicking off and calling Courtney once again. Hopefully she was somewhere safe and getting sober after whatever fight Raven was talking about, which thankfully appeared to be taking place away from Courtney and Adore. Bianca was slightly pissed at her sister for putting that nonsense up on social media, but she’d deal with her later.

No answer. Fuck.

“Well, I guess you shouldn’t be throwing stones about anyone’s intelligence tonight, huh B?” Raja teased.

“Shut up,” Bianca sighed. She decided to try Adore instead. Maybe her sister would answer.

***

Ramona burst through the elevator doors into the lobby, drenched in red wine, burst into the lobby shrieking like a madwoman, followed by a giggling Sonja, being supported by Courtney, and trailed by Adore, Alaska and Jinkx.

“Who does that little B.I. think she is?!”

“What’s a B.I.?” Alaska asked Jinkx.

“I think she means ‘bitch.’”

“I was trying to help her! And her little posse of nobodies! And she calls me old, and FAT!?”

“Ramona, slow down! I don’t understand, what were you even fighting about?!” Courtney asked.

“Apparently your little feud with those models caught up to you, Courtney, and they took it out on me!”

“Feud?! What feud?! Ramonaaaaaaa! Slow DOWN!” Courtney chased her out the door, onto the sidewalk.

Adore answered her phone. “Hey, B, what’s up? Yeah, I’m with her...Well, she’s not answering because she’s currently chasing a crazy blonde woman down the block...What do you mean ‘filming her in a compromising position’? She had her top on…Yeah, I’ll make sure she gets home safely….Calm down, mom.”

Jinkx laughed. “Your sister is too much.”

***

“You realise I’m not a professional, right?”

“What? Really”

Violet smiled at Tatianna’s mock surprise, trying not to blush, as she carefully painted each of Tatianna’s nails. This was the longest she had ever touched the other woman, and it felt weird, but also oh so good. It was like her own little secret, a safe place since Violet knew without a shadow of a doubt that Tatianna was completely straight.

“Oh my god, have you checked Insta?” Tati laughed, holding her phone in her free hand. “Can you believe Adore caught Raven’s face?”

“What? Really?” Allison took the phone.

“Remind me to avoid any future housewives-adjacent activities.”

“I will,” Violet said.

“I dunno, I think it’s kind of fun…” Tati mused.

“Wrong answer!” Allison scolded, pinching her on the ass. “If Sutan could see you no-”

“Hey girls.” The girls turned around, and saw Sutan standing in the door, his jacket over his shoulder.

“Sutan!”

“What are you doing?”

“Drinking wine and painting Tatianna’s nails.” Allison smiled sweetly before she moved to make space for Sutan on the couch, the man sitting down. Allison could see on his face that he was burning with curiosity about what had happened at the party, but she also knew that Raja would most likely fill him in on anything he needed to know, the twins never keeping secrets from each other as far as she was aware.

“Do you want a glass?” Allison held up the bottle, and Sutan nodded with a smile, his arm around Violet, all of them soon falling into easy conversation about their christmas plans.

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[mywinestainedheart]

My Fault. His Fault. Our Fault.

If you fight for your limitations, you get to keep them.

I came across this quote on my Instagram timeline one morning. This statement could have pertained to anything depending on the personal experience of who was reading it, but because I’m trying to swim against the waves and whitecaps of depression, anxiety and a breakup, I associated it with that. If you’ve read my previous post about being a bitter ex-girlfriend, then you know that I’m not the most understanding of people until the anger subsides. While I still have my hurt and resentment over the end of this latest relationship, I am in the process of healing, which means I am now starting to consider quotes like this one from a different point of view. My antipathy and narcissism have me thinking: “Yes! He was nothing but a shackle on my ankle anyway, so good riddance to him”. My maturity remembers that it’s not always someone else who is the dead weight. Sometimes, it’s you.

It has taken me a while, but lately I’ve been trying to force myself to accept that our relationship isn’t the miracle recovery story, but rather the cadaver he got to practice and learn from so that he can perform better in his next relationship. For a whole year, I’d been giving CPR to a corpse. This is my biggest hindrance. Every person I date is meant to be my “forever”. I get so caught up in the potential of what we could be that I’m blinded to the reality of what we are: Dead. And I’m the only one in hysterics, screaming for a medic while trying to resuscitate an already decaying situation. With this latest death, I refused to acknowledge reality. I wasn’t blinded—I knew relationship rigor mortise had long set in—I simply didn’t want to believe it. I mean, this was the first time I’d ever said I love you to someone. I’d opened myself up—I was vulnerable and let someone else in—so didn’t God owe me that miracle recovery just this once?!

When someone decides they no longer want to be with you, letting go of that person is a whole-hearted individual effort. You have to want to let go in order to move forward because, if you fight for your limitations, you get to keep them. He’d eventually stopped fighting; recognising sooner than I did that maybe we’re not the right fit for each other. He’d surreptitiously been fondling the life support plug when I wasn’t looking until he’d managed to get a firm enough grip and yanked it. I don’t know what he did with his share of our remains. As for myself, I only buried our relationship about a month ago. We’d been dead for over a year so I feel that I shouldn’t give time for the emotional ground to settle and rather erect a headstone as soon as possible, but what would it even read?

“I still don’t understand why you couldn’t love me”?

“I know it’s over, but I still imagine what our kids would look like”?

“I don’t know if I’ll ever have the strength to be your friend after this”?

“Do you really believe you gave us a fair chance”?

For now, I’m walking (staggering) away from the grave to live my life crying in random spurts, wondering if he ever thinks of me when he’s had too much to drink, or when he’s putting himself to bed at night. I miss him to hell and back, and the urge to dial his number sometimes aches like arthritis in my fingers, but I know I’d only be speaking to his ghost. So, I choose to roll over and sleep the middle of my bed, reminding myself that there’s someone else these days who sleeps on my side of his. She gets the midnight forehead kisses now, and I can’t help but hate her for it.

I’ve buried us, but a piece of me deep, deep down still calls on God for a resurrection. I realise that this is insane, but I’m a nit-picker and a hopeless romantic by design, so I often entertain thoughts about what could happen five years from now. Maybe I’ll get my shit together, maybe after he’s done trying to find whatever was missing from us in someone else, he’ll realise that we actually are the right fit. Maybe he misses me too and he’ll call, maybe we just need time, maybe we’re the exception to the principle of finality… I’m a master at breaking my own heart; can you tell?

When I find myself running away with fantasies like that, I switch focus and try to remember the things I didn’t like about him. One of the big ones was that he used to skip night showers in favour of the morning. This bothered me because you accumulate the most dirt during the day and that’s what you’re taking into your bed? Ewe. It also bothered me that he rarely brushed his teeth (morning or night) unless he was meeting someone important that day. Weirdly, his breath never smelled, but… oral hygiene? I decide that this is something that must not have been enforced on him as a child the way it was with us growing up. If he and I ever got married and started a family (and we’d have made beautiful babies, by the way), he might think me militant because night showers and teeth brushing would have been non-negotiable; the same way it was under my mother’s roof. He also didn’t enjoy working out and eating healthy. I thrived on this lifestyle. I liked my toned physique and worked hard to maintain it because I liked knowing that I had the aesthetically appealing body type that most people want but are too lazy to achieve. It made me one step ahead of average, even if my looks were nothing to brag about. Looking good physically made me feel good internally. But he felt just as good eating fast food most days of the week and drinking coke for breakfast. What would he look like in five years when I would be pushing weights to look like sixty-something-year-old Angela Bassett? I also disliked his Mr-Know-It-All personality. I couldn’t vent to him without him giving me a solution or make a general statement without him sounding off on the topic as though to prove that he knew more about it than me. That said, he also talked a lot, and I sometimes worried about this because if I ever brought him around certain family members, he might rub them the wrong way.

Fuck, and after all that I was still in love with the man.

I suppose that would mean I’m not as superficial when it comes to my partners as I used to be. I had a vision of The Perfect Guy in my head with all the strapping trims and finishings, but then this idiot steered into my life in an old, beat up VW rather than a white horse, brown haired, blue-eyed and shaggy-bearded only to toss my checklist (and my bra) out the window. I now accept that there will always be things you don’t like about someone else (I’m sure he could write an encyclopedia detailing the things he doesn’t like about me), but those things are hardly deal breakers. His less favourable qualities didn’t negate the fact that he was, and is, an amazing human being. For the first two years that we were together (although I did display bouts of jealousy) I never questioned his fealty to me. I knew, deep down, that I was the be all and end all. Not all women get to experience that in their lifetime. He spoiled me with it.

I know I let him slip through my fingers, and I beat myself up about it almost every day. I also know that he abused my trust, but it’s no longer any of my business whether he beats himself up about that anymore. We both messed up in different ways in different magnitudes, and that’s why we died. Neither of us is solely to blame but, for me, that’s what makes the grieving process so difficult. I miss him to hell and back, but he’s probably done me a favour by giving up the fight first.

Had he not, I would have stayed in a country I hate, probably moved to a town I don’t like just to be with him, found yet another unfulfilling job and trained myself to be content with just him, his family, and maybe a dog (or a cat, which I would have hated). As much as I loved and love him, I questioned and question that ideal. He was buying family plots and making plans in his head about where his kids were going to grow up. I’m wading through a battle with depression and trying to regain wasted years of career inexperience. Until I win, I’m not thinking about marriage and kids. And I’ve always wanted more for my life than a husband and a humble home. Not that I’m quite sure what more is, but it would not be found in a small industrial town where I have no friends of my own and potential in-laws that might not take too kindly to our interracial relationship. He was also earning enough to have moved out of his parents house by age 25, but every job I was finding by age 27, as a woman, was not willing to pay me anything more than just enough to cover basic essentials. Moving out on what I was making would mean moving into desolation and isolation because after rent was paid, I’d be too broke to do anything. Not to mention I’d be unable to save, barely put fuel in my car and make room for little unexpected expenses. But, to him, it was like I wasn’t trying. He turned into Mr-Know-It-All with his solutions and I became resentful because it felt like he wasn’t aiming to understand my circumstances before sounding off. This also might have been when the depression started to creep in, but neither of us knew. We just knew that I wasn’t the same person. I was angry all the time and had a negative attitude towards everything. I also became desperate and needy and I would make him the sole focus of my days because, for a long time, he was the only thing that stimulated a little bit of dopamine in my brain. I smothered him with demands for his time and affection when he really didn’t want to be rationing it to me anymore. If he hadn’t chosen to give up the fight and walk away, what would have become of me? Of us as people? What if he hadn’t let me hit rock bottom?

All considerations route back to the inkling that, together, we probably were each other’s limitations.

However, knowing that I am likely destined for something greater than what he can offer me right now doesn’t stop that little piece of me from hoping. I’ve now trained that voice to hope in silence, though. It has championed far too loudly for some of the wrongest situations in the past, so I try my best to pay it no regard with the anticipation that one day it will go mute, like it did with all the others.

I miss him to hell and back, but maybe he’s just not man enough to handle my particular brand of crazy—and I can be crazy when it’s brought out of me. Maybe he needs someone soft. Someone with a handle on her mental stability. Someone endearing with a mouth that doesn’t spit venom when she feels threatened. Maybe that girl on my side of his bed is who he deserves. She may never love him as hard, but she will love him enough. Enough to transform him into the man he so desperately wants to be that might not be the man I could love in five years.

I miss him to hell and back, but that tombstone on our grave needs to be put up. What would it read? I’m still deciding.

“Maybe we’ll find our way back as friends cause, you know, stranger things have happened.”

“I hope your kids end up with her big nose.” (What? I told you I was a bitter ex-girlfriend)

or,

“I hate you right now, only because I still love you. I’m currently searching for the path to indifference. I’m sorry for my contributions to our chaos. I pray she never hurts you like that. Don’t let your arguments with your mum get to you too often. You’re more like her than you think. Be careful with your words when you’re angry. You can be more caustic than me during those moments. Even though your stressed face might be sexy it doesn’t need to be your permanent expression, so try to take more time for yourself and the things you enjoy. I hope your sister gives you a soccer team of nieces and nephews so you can relish the spoils that come with being an uncle. You’ll make a great one. Get back to that building-a-model-car idea with your dad so you can spend more time with him, like I know you said you wanted to. I pray that your whole family stays in good health and that you find whatever it was that was missing from us in your new relationship. I hope you still think about me and, selfishly, I hope the idea of me with someone else still bothers you a little too, because being happy for you is still hard for me, but I will try harder to learn. I don’t want to move on but I know it’s what needs to happen. I told you I cleared out everything of us, but I keep a single photo of you. Maybe one day I’ll delete it. I miss you to hell and back, but the pain is ebbing slowly every day. Please take care of yourself.”

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