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lokisninerealms · 2 years

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In The Rendezvous

Summary: After successfully completing another mission, Loki finds himself feeling a bit celebratory. So in a desperate need of a rewarding fuck, he takes you in the back of a getaway car.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: (18+ Content) Heavy Smut, Descriptions of handjob / penetration / intercourse, mentions of gunshots

A/N: i missed writing so i present this complete and utter filth that i just conjured in my mind. tbh this is really just smut with not much of a plot.

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taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @lokisgoodgirlbackup @vbecker10 @lokiprompts21 @lovingchoices14 @michelleleewise @mochie85 @brokenthelovely @lady-rose-moon

“What a success this mission was, darling,” the familiar velvet-voice beamed in front of you.

Sipping the red wine that sat nursed in your hand, nodding at his joyous attitude. A small smile curved your lips as your eyes made contact with his sparkling blue-green ones. Ignoring the fluttering that erupted in your stomach with another sip of the cool liquid.

“Truly. Though, I do recall you almost cost us an extra five minutes with that little act of yours,” you jested. Raising an inquisitive brow at the dark-haired trickster.

His raven colored curls shook back and forth, a little shake from the soft laughter that came from him. A signature grin of his already plastered on his face, only to widen at your slight jab.

“Almost doesn’t count, love,” He quipped, a small tsk leaving. His grin shifting to a smirk while he took in your appearance, mischief replacing with pure lust.

The nickname itself causing you to nearly spit out your drink. His lips taking a sip of his own mixed beverage, placing the glass down gently to stir the straw around. A steady rotation with his wrist, eyes never leaving yours.

Your attention moved to his hands, the left one stirring with his thumb and pointer finger. The other simply rested on the table where you stood, propped while he leaned in closet subconsciously. Both hands cladded in rather expensive and gold rings. Shifting your attention from the veins that appeared on his forearm to line his large hand. A tailored black button-up clung around his biceps that flexed with every precise movement.

Finishing the last of his drink in one swing, slowly darting out his tongue to collect the leftover drops. Running over his cupids bow, every slow swirl revealing dirty images to flood your mind. Crossing your legs in a cheap attempt to cease your growing arousal. Quickly running a hand to smooth over your dress, pressing down on your thigh.

His eyes trailed from yours to roll the sleeves of his button up, his left wrist decked in a Rolex watch. The gold and emerald green Daytona giving him a rich look. One that screamed of wealth and high status. Colors that contrasted well along his fair skin. His colors.

Visuals of his large hands gripping the base of your neck while he fucked you from behind. Leaving winded slaps against your ass, the metal of his rings leaving prominent marks on both cheeks. His lips sufficing your loud moans with the hush of his tongue only to bring them to send a trail of soft kisses down your neck.

Loki flickered his eyes between you and his watch, his own mind slowly undressing you. Yearning to feel your tight pussy wrapped around his thick shaft again. The mere thought sending a rush of blood to the tip of his cock. Feeling the leather of his trousers grow tighter by the second at the images that consumed both of you.

Pushing his glass aside, your eyes now captured by some old Italian artwork that aligned the red walls of the fancy ballroom. Completely unaware that he moved positions to stand right next to you, nearly scaring you as his hand loosely touched the side of your waist. Leaning in to press his lips against the shell of your ear.

“The back of the gala. A car will be there to pick you up. Five minutes. Don’t be late,” he demanded. Releasing his hand from your waist to pick another glass off a passing champagne tray.

Furrowing your brows in confusion, tearing your head away from the oil painting. Only to be met with the view of his tall figure disappearing into the various crowd. The sudden suspense that overwhelmed you causing your heart rate to pick up. Hammering against your chest.

The click of your heels on the marble floor crossing the iced pavement with every step. Wrapping the black suit jacket that Loki had supplied you tightly around your shoulders. A constant shudder leaving you due to the below freezing temperature that surrounded you, a cold gust of wind blowing past. Mentally cursing at yourself for opting for a short cocktail dress, your legs paying the price of being bare.

Feeling relieved when you heard the sound of tires crushing under the snow. The black SUV turning around the corner to pull beside the corner where you stood, tinted windows on all sides. An older gentleman stepping out, dressed in all black and pair of shades to conceal his identity.

“My lady,” he curtly nodded. Opening the door politely, holding out a hand, gesturing you to step inside.

Quietly thanking him while he shut the door once you sat down. Your eyes adjusting to the darkness, falling on a pair of blue-green eyes that were already on you. His dark raven curls framing his face, highlighting the high cheekbones which carved his face.

A smirk pulling on the corners of his lips, sipping on the rim. The trail of alcohol sliding down his throat with ease as he hummed in satisfaction. Your attention moving from his perfectly sculpted face to the lack of clothing he wore. His large hand grasped around the thick base of his cock while the other held his glass.

“You’re early. Too eager to see me I suppose, you just couldn’t get enough of me,” Loki spoke in a mirth tone.

Running a slow hand to create a steady rhythm up and down his shaft, your mouth running completely dry at his blatant movements. His eyes never shying away from yours, moaning as the cool metal of his rings squeezed his length. Jaw falling slack as another moan slipped, growing eager to replace his with the soft touch of yours.

A deep chuckle rattled his chest at your gaping expression, “Have I rendered you speechless? Come darling, give it a try.” Picking up the speed, running a fast ring covered hand up and down his thick shaft.

The tip already weeping red, a few drops of pre-cum dripping slowly to run down his hand. You gulped, resisting every urge to climb on his lap while riding his massive size of a cock right then and there.

“Don’t be shy. It’s tempting, I know. I can assure you that I won’t bite,” he teased. His smirk tugging even further, “Unless you prefer biting, of course.” Growing flustered under his challenging gaze, mischief written all over.

Glancing around the windows that enclosed you, the thousands of city lights and tall buildings shone through. Reflecting against the gold of his rings that now rested against his bare thick, muscled thighs. Your arousal growing by the second as you contemplated letting him fuck you in the back of a moving car.

Snatching your heels off before ripping his jacket off your shoulders, tossing it to the side. Your legs immediately moving above the leather seats to straddle his lap. His lips quickly attaching itself to your neck, sucking the skin harshly. A salty yet bitter taste on his tongue from the mixture of sweat and perfume you had sprayed.

Pushing your hips down to grind against his wide ones, your hand already grasping his length to hastily pump him. A pool of arousal forming in between your thighs. His fingers caressing up your tights stopping just above the hem of your dress. Teasing you, testing you.

“Please,” you murmured. The familiar aching of your cunt waiting to be filled of every inch of his dick, or his long digits that memorized every curve and ridge of your velvet walls.

Your clothes magicking away in an instant at your plead. Nipples growing hard at the loss of fabric and running air condition of the car. The soft yet toned skin of his thighs under your arse while you squirmed above. His hands ceasing the rutting of your movements, gripping your hips. Rings already bruising the area with how tight he held on.

Harshly sucking on your neck, lowering his lips to your ear. “Be a good girl, lay on your back,” he instructed.

Moving off his lap to lay down on the leather seats, you looked up at him nervously. “Won’t he hear us though?”

“Must I remind you, I’m special, darling. I already casted the drivers side to be completely soundproof,” he mused at you, “Assuming that you would be much more vocal tonight.”

Instantly relaxing at his reassurance, nudging his knee to spread your legs open to nestle between them. His tip grazing your entrance, running along your soaked folds. Stretching your walls inch by inch as you grew accustomed to his true size. A cluster of your own screams and moans filling the atmosphere of the car while Loki filled you to the hilt. Your pussy still not used to the girth he held even a couple fucks later.

Loki slowly retracted his cock, leaving just the tip inside before sliding back in with ease. Repeating the action a few times before growing impatient, settling on fucking you senselessly. Thrusting in and out of you, each time being rougher than the last.

“Norns…you’re more than Valhalla,” Loki moaned. His heavy balls slapping against your arse while he pushed your legs up. Loud moans fell from your mouth, chanting his name over and over again like a prayer to God while he fucked you with his cock.

His lips finding their way to your mouth, captivating you in a heated kiss. Biting his lower lip to tangle his tongue with yours, earning a moan from the needy God above you. Allowing his cool hands to roam over your body, lacing your own in his dark locks. Pushing your legs further above your head, he trapped his body flushed against you. Gently biting down on the inside of your thigh. Moaning and gasping in pleasure while he hit your cervix at a deeper angle. Tugging and pulling on the strands of hair with every thrust of his cock, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes shutting in content, the coil in your stomach tightening. Snapping them wide open at the sound of gunfire opening around you. Nearly missing the first round. “What the…..” You trailed off.

Searching aimlessly for your pistol. Hearing the sound of him loading his own assault rifle with a fresh magazine. Lokis cock still buried deep inside of your cunt. Ceasing his thrusts for a second while he loaded the magazine, biceps flexing as he loaded the gun.

“My apologies, darling,” he looked down at your briefly before reaching over to lower the window. Aiming his glock with one hand, eyeing with precision before pressing the trigger. Firing a couple rounds at the tailgating sedan that was targeting you.

The sound of explosions being heard, a spark of fire flying up in the view of your window. Your back still laid on the backseat, ankles to your head. Silently praying that your hips would not lock up with how far your legs were spread.

Loki sighing before tossing his gun down, “I believe that I took care of them.” Pulling him closer to capture his lips in yours again, missing the taste of his tongue on yours.

Only to be interrupted by another round of bullets that fired your way, groaning in his mouth. He pulled away, smiling at you apologetically. Picking up his glock again to fire at the new haste car that followed behind. Your arousal growing again while you watched him above you.

His eyes trained on his targets while he fired round after round. Able to hear that he never missed his shot. The last of his bullets firing before he reached down to pick up your pistol, squinting slightly only to pull the trigger.

His tense body relaxing once he looked out to see that they were now the only ones on the road. Tossing the pistol next to him before settling his cock back into you.

“How uncouth of you mortals, I swear. Simply meddling whenever a man’s trying to bury his cock deep inside his woman,” Loki rolled his eyes.

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 2 years

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can we maybe get uhhhhh fluffy bo headcanons pls

Thinking about this man a lot today for some reason

Bo Sinclair x Fluff HC's

Definitely a "buys you a bouquet of flowers" type of guy - and I don't just mean for your first date. He buys you a different bouquet of flowers each week, gives them to you with a kiss on the cheek, and then cuts off the ends so he can put them in a vase for you and everything

Will sweet-talk you pretty much as much as he can. He's charming and he knows it- "Hello, gorgeous" "Lemme look at you", etc. Will compliment you on pretty much everything and isn't afraid to use the cheesiest pick-up lines with this absolute heartbreaking smile on his face

He wants to take care of you tbh anything from opening doors for you, fixing things, to opening a fricken pickle jar- he just likes to feel like he's needed even if that involves him laying under the sink for three hours muttering about how he's a mechanic not a plumber (he still comes out from under there with a big ass smile on his face when he sees you though)

Will never admit it but he likes it when you try to steal his hat. He thinks it's cute whenever you put it on, but the times he gives you his usual, "All right, give it here." And you get that little look in your eye? Oh it's on. Bo will chase you and he will at least grab you if not swing you around once he's got you

Won't talk to his brothers about you but he will tell his mom- or, at least, her wax figure. Literally sits there and talks about how much she would've liked you and how he wishes you'd gotten to meet. Probably started telling her about you quickly after you met, and it's through those little open talks (basically to himself) that Bo even realized he actually liked you in the first place

Does chores with you just because he likes the quality time. He's not really a neat person, but he'll definitely dry while you wash just so he can have an excuse to talk to you about your day, fold laundry with you while the pair of you make plans for the week (honestly, Bo is actually pretty clingy but do NOT tell him that)

Big believer in having one day out of the week be the designated date night, and he won't cancel it for anything. They can be anything from a movie night on the couch to beer and pizza in the back of his truck under the stars to locking his brothers out and prepping a nice meal for the both of you

He's the one that does the grocery shopping and he will bitch up and down at his brothers for their requests/the things they put on the list saying he's not made of money and then literally switch up to "how many of these did you want?" when it comes to you

Is just as whipped as his brothers would be if they had an s/o he's just the one that'll never admit it (even if it's painfully obvious like you're the only person he'll dress nicely for besides his mom)

You had to take care of Bo when he was sick one (1) time and, at first, he totally refused and said that he wasn't sick- ignored you when you told him to rest, refused to take medicine and just drank a glass of sunny d, etc. etc. but the second you actually got him in bed? The second you actually started doting on him? Taking his temperature, bringing him trays of food, making sure he was cozy? Oh, he milked it for as long as he could. Bo tries to do the same when you're sick, but he always forgets he's not supposed to kiss you and gets himself sick too

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #the sinclair twins

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cacoetheswriting · 4 years

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buzzkill - valerio montesinos

Warnings: borderline smut tbh Word Count: 1.2k Requested By: @diorrfairy : “i’d like to ask an imagine on valerio × reader in which y/n is a rich girl studying at las encinas.her and valerio have never been close friends and she just considers him her best friend’s brother.one day they get paired up for a school project and go to his house but just can’t get focused on it due because lately they’ve been getting closer & started flirting/teasing each other. their study session turns hotter and they find each other having a steamy makeout session in his pool”

“Fries, yes!” The curly haired teen exclaimed sitting down beside you, helping himself to a fry. “Dude, get your own.” You slapped his hand away. He grinned, the fry between his teeth. “Why would I do that when I have the bestest gal to steal food from.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

Valerio pulled the tray slightly brining it in between the two of you. He continued to nib at your lunch talking about his morning, casually flirting every chance he got.

The two of you have gotten quite close recently, even spending a lot of free time together. He’d call you randomly in the evenings or show up at your door with takeout and alcohol. It did not take long for your weird friendship to blossom.

“You will not believe the day I’ve had.” Lu sighed sitting across from you interrupting your conversation with Valerio. “The idiocy of some people is just unfathomable.” Valerio rolled his eyes at his half-sister while stuffing his mouth with more fries.

He shifted in his chair leaning in closer to you. “Does she ever shut up?” He whispered in your your ear causing you to smile. You tilted your head to meet his gaze, a smirk spread across his face. You mouthed “Shut up.” and turned back in Lu’s direction.

Your best friend spent the lunch break unloading her stress as you nodded along, trying your best to ignore Valerio’s scoffs and quiet remarks.

The ball rang signalising end of break. Lu got to her feet swiftly mid her speech. “I have to use the ladies so I’ll meet you in class, okay?” Without giving you a chance to answer she blew a kiss in your direction and walked off. Valerio got up shortly after before helping you up.

“Don’t worry I won’t abandon you.” “I know the way to class Valerio, don't need hand holding.” “Hand holding huh?” He said with a smirk and brushed his hand against yours. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Did anyone know that women were once banned from smoking in public?” The teacher asked, scanning the class for a show of hands. “Women were once banned from doing a lot of things.” Rebeka noted lifting her pen in the air. Muffled chatter filled the classroom.

“Quiet. Quiet please.” The teacher demanded as the room once again fell into silence. “For your projects, in pairs I want you to find and research a strange history fact that almost sounds fake.” There was a brief pause. “Lucrecia, you’re with Rebeka. Samuel and Carla. Valerio, you're with Y/N-”

The curly haired boy winked at you from across the room. “Good luck with that.” Lu whispered in your ear. “He will not do any work and you will have to carry this whole project to the finish line.”

And Lu’s remark proved right. Every day you made plans with Valerio to work on the project, and every day he came unprepared. For about ten minutes spent on work, he would convince you to take a thirty minute break. Whether it was to make something to eat, scroll through instagram or chill by the pool - any excuse not to do work was good in his eyes.

“Valerio, focus!” You demanded throwing a pillow at the curly haired teen. “We will never get this finished if you continue to doss around.” Sighing, you leaned back against the bed frame and watched as Valerio got to his feet from the ground. He scrambled onto the bed beside you.

“I didn’t know you were such a buzzkill.” He teased. “I am not!” You protested closing the book in your lap. He leaned in closer to you, shoulder brushing against yours. “Prove it.”

The air caught in your throat as his eyes travelled from yours, down to your mouth. He bit his bottom lip briefly and you could swear that he was about to lean in and kiss you.

“O-okay!” You exclaimed hopping off the bed. The book fell to the floor, a loud thud filled the room. “Let’s go-o.” Confused, Valerio raised an eyebrow. “Go where?” “I’m going to prove that I’m not a buzzkill.” Intrigued the curly haired teen got to his feet. “But then we have to get to work.” You added and waited for him to agree.

“Deal.” A smile spread across your face. “Good. Follow me.”

The two of you made their way down to his pool. It was a very hot day, hottest of the year so far. The water glistened in the sunlight. A large flamingo floaty glided along the edge.

You stripped down to your underwear leaving Valerio speechless. His eyes examined your body hungrily, lingering a little too long on your curves.

He wasn’t prepared for you to jump into the pool. Your head emerged from the water, a sly smirk on your face. “Your turn.”

Valerio didn't hesitate. He fumbled out of his shirt. You couldn't help but blush as he removed his pants leaving nothing on but his boxers. He joined you in the pool.

You coyly swam away into the shallow end, Valerio followed. You had decided to play catch so every time he’d get close you would swim away laughing.

Unimpressed by your childish game, Valerio began to splash water in your direction. When you didn't give in he held his breath and went under. You continued to laugh until too long has passed and he wasn't coming back up.

“Valerio?” Nothing. Worry filled over you and you swam back in his direction. When you were close enough to grab, the dark haired boy floated back up and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

There was no use to try and break free, he was much stronger than you. But to your surprise you didn't want to anyway.

You found yourself wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands travelled to your bum, holding you up, and your arms made their way around his neck. Your face inches away from his.

He looked into your eyes for a brief moment before looking at your lips. The smile on his face slowly faded.

“We should get back to the project.” He breathed. “Why? I’m just beginning to have fun.” You whispered, a sly smile spread across your face as you leaned in slowly. Valerio smirked and tilted his head.

His mouth brushed against yours. You closed your eyes leaning into the kiss completely. His lips were soft, softer than you had imagined. He tasted of chlorine and fresh mint chewing gum.

Valerio bit your bottom lip. Surprised you parted your lips allowing him to stick his tongue inside. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair as his tongue explored your mouth before intertwining with yours. What started as a not so innocent kiss turned into a heated make-out session.

The two of you glided in the pool towards the edge. Your bra straps fell loose down your shoulders revealing your breasts, just above your nipples. You felt the cold tile press against your bare back.

Valerio’s hands travelled from your ass up your waist until he reached the bottom of your breasts. With his thumbs, he trailed the wire of your bra. His lips moved from yours down to your neck. “That is going to be a very visible hickey.” - you thought to yourself as he sucked on your bare skin. You could feel his member twitch in his boxers against your thigh.

“It would appear you were wrong.” You whispered in his ear. “Yeah?” Valerio lifted his head to meet your gaze. “Not a buzzkill.” You teased with a smile before leaning in to kiss him again.

#elite #elite netflix #elite fanfiction #elite fic #elite fanfic #elite valerio #valerio elite #valerio montesinos #valerio montesinos imagine #valerio montesinos x reader #valerio montesinos smut #valerio montesinos fic #valerio x reader #valerio imagine #valerio montesinos x oc #valerio montesinos fanfic

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mementofloreo-archived · 3 years

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@sorrowmarked: His first response startles her, she’s about to object when he apologizes for saying it. A frown still tugs at her lips. Not because of his reaction to her confession, but because his first impulse was to assume he wasn’t good enough for her. Her brows pinched together, “Hey, it’s okay,” she said, reaching over to comfort him, her fingers brushing his knuckles. “And that’s not true." Most days she didn’t feel she she was good enough for him, but love wasn’t about worth. Love was about loving. It was a verb. It was an action. It was a choice. She loved him. She chose to. Maybe if she was lucky he would choose to love her back. And she would do her best to respect him, and treat him with kindness, and trust him, and support him, and be his biggest cheerleader. But worth didn’t factor into it. It was all … just action, and choice. What she decided to do, for the person she loved. Now that she had said it, now that she had done it, she didn’t feel so nervous now. There was no worry hanging over her head. There was just this. The after, the what came next. He’d tell her he returned his feelings, or he he would tell her he didn’t. Suddenly all that worry felt so … silly. Of course, they’d still be friends after this. Of course. Because that’s how they worked. They’d always be best friends. But then he was smiling at her and his eyes were watery, and she knew. Knew where this was going. Should have just told him ages ago. I worry too much over nothing. He pulled her in close and her arms wrapped around him, her cheek against his chest. There’s never been anybody but you, she didn’t know if she felt guilty or elated. Both, she guessed. Her hands tightened on the back of his shirt, bunching in the fabric. "I wasn’t as quick on the uptake,” she said, voice soft, and warm, smile bleeding into her words. “I just needed the time to realize that I loved you,” she said. She paused, “That’s not right, I’ve always loved you,” she said, which he should know. “I just needed to realize I was in love with you." Closing her eyes she paused a moment, listening to the way his heart was pounding in his chest. "You’re my best friend Daisuke,” she whispered. “My life has always been better, my days have always been better, because I have you. I remember how lonely it was before I met you,” two little kids, prone to illness, unable to run and play like they wanted to. He’d become her best friend fast. Stayed her best friend. “You’re my best friend, and the guy I love, I think both can be true,” she whispered. Her arms tightened around him. “Both probably should be true, and I am proud that you’re my best friend. I’m proud you’re the guy I love. I sometimes … god I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Because if you could you’d know there was no one better than you. No one else with your heart, and your kindness, and your compassion, and your optimism. You amaze me every single day.”

[I put this under a cut because it's SO FUCKING LONG????? Have fun reading the extended lotr script I guess LMAO??? Daisuke is extremely smooth here tho tbh]

"...In your defense, I probably didn't make it an easy conclusion to reach," Daisuke says on the tail end of a chuckle rumbling through his chest. The sensation brings with it the odd realization that it's actually been quite some time since he really hugged her, and the last time he did his voice was still only just starting to change.

It'll probably still deepen a little more before he finishes growing, but what used to be a cracking, faltering high tenor is now balanced and smooth and almost baritone. Limbs that were wiry and angular are lean and strong and growing stronger by the day. And he was babyfaced even into his third year of middle school, but when he looks in the mirror now his face is stronger, sharper, almost a little rugged- especially since he's started needing to shave every few days.

In fact, until near the end of third grade, Hikari was taller than him.

They're on the edge of their second year of high school now. Then it'll be their third and final year, they'll graduate...he winces internally at the prospect of having to fill out career plan forms, but what really has his focus is just how long it's been and how much has changed.

They've known each other since before they could string together proper sentences. Since a time when Daisuke was even more timid and prone to crying than her.

He hasn't recalled in a very long time that the reason he first started working so hard to be more assertive and outgoing- to be stronger, tougher, braver- was all because he wanted to be someone who could protect and support her. Not because she needed him, but because she was a source of incredible fortitude for him. Someone who shone brighter than the white hot light of a summer sun.

He'd worked hard to be strong and brave all because Hikari had been his hero. On a bigger level than even Taichi ever was. Taichi was and still is a mentor, a role model, a brother to him. But he knows that if not for meeting Hikari, if not for her friendship, he never would have dared to break out of that timid, isolated little shell. Everything that makes him strong ultimately stems from her, even though he's never told her that.

A hazy, old memory comes to him, and he finds himself recounting it to her out loud without really thinking about it. "...You know, the first thing I ever learned to 'cook'- putting it loosely...it was instant ramen. The kind you cook in a pot, yknow? We were probably in first grade, I think?"

He's holding her more loose and relaxed now, chin nestled atop her head. "You'd been in bed with a fever for a couple of days, and I think at first I was just there to drop off some handouts from school that you needed to catch up on. Neither of us had very many other friends yet."

"Taichi was probably out with friends or something, and your mom was leaving on an errand just as I was arriving and let me in...and you were just waking up when I let myself into your room to check on you."

A quiet laugh bubbles out of him, "...I couldn't even get a word out before you mumbled about being hungry 'for the first time in forever'. 'Course, I knew just how hard a fever could hit your appetite and how much of a pain in the neck it was once it finally came back. I think I stood there all of two seconds before I dropped the handouts and my stuff and turned right around to let myself into the kitchen."

"I don't know how I managed to get everything together but I remember dragging a chair from the dining room so I could reach the cabinets and the stove, opening about a million drawers before I found any measuring cups for the water...I at least knew roughly how much heat I needed for boiling water- probably wouldn't have tried to mess with the stove otherwise, I think."

"...Anyway, I think I undercooked it just a little, but your mom commented all dry and deadpan that she was just thankful I didn't start a fire, once she got back. I ladled out bowls for both of us and I couldn't find a tray or anything so my goofy ass just scrambled to your room as fast as I could without spilling and set them on the kotatsu. While making a noise that probably sounded like a teakettle all heated up."

He snorts at that, "That particular strain of brainlessness has always been a hallmark of me, I guess. Still. You looked so relieved, seemed so glad that I'd thought to make something that would be light on the stomach. Most of all, though..."

He pulls away, dropping his hands to his lap. "I'd never seen you anywhere near that happy because of anything I'd done. It was the first time I'd ever felt like I'd actually done something worthwhile for you, at a time when you were still the only friend I had. I felt so powerful in that moment, more powerful than I ever have since."

Shyly, gingerly, he lifts a hand and brushes some hair out of her face. "I stared up at the clouds all the way home that day and I clung to that feeling for as long as I could, and I knew. I knew then that if it was for you I could become anything in the world, do the most impossible things, carry the heaviest weights. I didn't have the words then, of course. I was six and barely reading. But I felt it. And god, I understood that feeling more intimately than anything else the world had ever taught me."

He knows he's probably pink up to his hairline at this point, but isn't it about time he actually told her how significant she's been? In completely frank and honest terms, without the joking or the melodrama?

"You said that you wish I could see in me what you see in me." His fingers trace down her cheek, "But sometimes I think I do. All I have to do is look at you, and I see myself. Everything I've been, everything I want to be, everything that drives me forward and compels that compassion you're talking about, none of it could ever have sprouted or grown if I hadn't met you."

"I could never have stood and taken my first steps outside of myself if you hadn't been holding my hand." he continues, "And every step forward I've taken since then, I've taken it hoping beyond anything else that I could give you even an ounce of what you've given me."

His hands are shaking when he takes her face more firmly, and his eyes are a little misty again. "I didn't always know I was in love with you, Hikari. But since the moment we met you've been something even stronger than the sun for me. You're the gravity that keeps me grounded so I can run. And what is there to make us fall if not gravity, right?"

It's a horrible, corny line to end on and it has him smiling awkwardly. But even so he leans in, and he presses a firm kiss to the center of her forehead, holding it there for a long moment, only to rest his own against hers when he pulls away. "There's nobody I'd rather have as my core."

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#Daisuke highkey a way more poetic motherfucker than anybody gives him credit for smh

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jawabear · 4 years

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A Lesson In Want (Maxwell Lord x Reader)

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A/N: I had this idea and I wasn't quite sure if it fit his character? But I decided to write it anyway. I actually quite like it tbh, I’m thinking about writing a second part because I’ve got some further ideas for this story line but I don't know yet. But I mean, let me know if you want a part two or not. So, Max may (will) be a little out of character in this but I hope its still somewhat enjoyable to read. (Also I’m absolutely obsessed with this image like seriously this isn't healthy)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Smut, teasing, T E A S I N G, the sucking of ones most private area, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning.

Summary: What happens when Maxwell Lord, the man who gets everything he wants, doesn’t get what he desperately wants? What happens when he meets his match?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Epilogue

(f/c) = Favourite colour

When he had first seen her, he was instantly attracted to her. Her eyes, her lips, her body, her voice, her demeanour. He was enchanted by her. But she was playing hard to get. She wouldn’t give up information about herself, all he knew was her name. (Y/N). Her reluctance to give him information only made him want her more. He was desperate for her. He wanted her more then he had ever wanted another person. And Maxwell Lord always got what he wanted.

But she wasn’t going to be so easy. She would reject any advance he made with a smirk on her face and seduction laced in her words. She got him worked up easily. Just one side glance and he would be hard. He tried to hide his advances through offers to take her to dinner but she could easily see through his lies. She would walk from him, a sweet laugh falling from her lips, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips as she easily disappeared into the crowd of wealthy business men and woman.

He always wondered what she was doing at all of the events he would see her at. As far as he was aware she wasn’t the owner of any business, she wasn’t a share holder in any company, she was a complete mystery to him. He would ask around but no one knew who she was, and of course he could never find her, she always found him. He started to think that maybe she was just a figment of his imagination. She was his perfect woman and he found it hard to believe that someone so perfect for him was actually real. She could easily hide herself, he could look away for a second and she would be gone, gone until she wanted to play with him some more.

He tried to rid her from his mind, focusing more on his work then her but she was always at he back of his mind, her with her beautiful smile, dreamy eyes, voice like silk. She was like some sort of infection that would leave him, and there was no cure for it. You could call it love.

But Maxwell Lord would not call it love. More of an interest. No. Max didn’t do feelings, certainly not love. He loved his work and his money and that was about it. He wouldn’t allow himself to succumb to such feelings for a woman he barely knew and doubted even existed. But then he would think, if she wasn’t real, and she was in fact just a figment if his imagination, why would he tease himself with her, why not make her submit to him? Max wasn’t the submissive type. He was the furthest from that that anyone could be. So why was he ready to fall to his knees in front of her and follow her every order like a dog?

He was barely listening to what the four older men were bickering about around him, his eyes scanned the grand hall filled with rich people, he was looking for her. In theory, she should’ve stuck out like a sore thumb. She was the most beautiful creature to walk the earth in a room filled with a bunch of people who either have plastic inside their bodies or people who have seen far to many winters. Such a rare and exotic creature such as (Y/N) shouldn’t have been that hard to scope out. But he knew he wouldn’t find her himself, she would find him if she wanted to.

“You seem distracted, Mr Lord” one of the men spoke to Max, pulling him out of his search.

“My apologies gentlemen” he gave them a forced smile and looked down at his now empty glass “I need another drink” he pointed out “excuse me” he politely nodded his head as he slipped out of the awkward circle, letting out a sigh of relief as he worked his way through the hordes of expensive suits and massive dresses to the bar. He leant against the wooden bar and motion for the bar tender to get him another drink.

“Whiskey sir?” He asked Max. Max just nodded and the bartender went about pouring him another drink while Max ran his hands over his hair trying to control his mind. He let out a sigh when his fresh drink was set in front of him. Max nodded a thank you and took a large sip of the amber liquid. He was lost in the slight burning as it fell down his throat but was brought back to reality when he felt something glide along his back, his left hip to his right.

It was a gentle touch, if he were doing anything thing other than enjoying the feeling of the whiskey in his throat he wouldn’t have noticed it. He turned his head to the right and his body froze as his eyes fell upon her as she walked towards the large staircase. He took note of her dress. Long, elegant, (f/c), simple. Her back was left exposed, but it framed her body perfectly. Allowing him to be witness to all her perfect curves and further accentuated the sway of her hips as she slowly climbed the stairs. He looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a suggestive look before smiling and looking away. She had him hooked once again.

He downed the rest of his drink, leaving the empty glass on the bar and followed in her footsteps as he quickly made his way up the stairs to join her. His head whipped left and right and his eyes once again landed on his prize. She was leaning against the railing, looking over the floor below her, sipping on her drink occasionally. He took a moment to compose himself, straightening his blazer and tie before smoothly walking over to her and leaning next to her. “I didn’t think you were here” he spoke to her.

“What makes you say that, Mr Lord?” Once again, her voice was smooth and silky, it made him feel as if her were melting but he managed to maintain his composure.

“Well, usually this late in the night we would’ve had a couple drinks together” he slowly ran his finger along the back of her hand that was gripping the gold railing bar. She smiled at him and finished what was left of her drink. She reached her arm behind her and skilfully placed her empty glass on a tray being carried by a passing waiter, as if she knew he would be walking behind her at that exact moment. She turned her body to face him and placed her other hand on top of his.

“I would’ve come to see you sooner, but you looked so invested in your conversation with those other gentlemen, I would hate to intrude on your work” her voice dripped with fake innocence, he could see her smirk in her eyes. She was teasing him again. “But,” she began as she stepped closer to him, her hand raising and tracing a light pattern over his tie “now that you’re free, how about we go somewhere a little less...crowded?” Her voice was hushed as she looked up at him through her lashes. He had to stop himself from moaning at her words. He was painfully aware of the fact that his boxers were now getting tight around him. She seemed to notice his body language shift, but she didn’t comment on it.

He didn’t trust his words, so just nodded. She gave him a sly smile and took his hand, leading him away from the party, his eyes were trained on her ass as he fell behind. Once she was sure they were secluded she pushed him up against the wall. Her knee was in between his legs, he had to hold himself back from grinding against her. As much as he hated it admit it, he was desperate for her.

“I bet this is a first for you, isn’t it Mr Lord” she whispered to him, her face against his neck, her hot breath fanning against his skin with each word “having a woman press you up against a wall. You’re used to being the one in my position, making every woman you see weak for you. Making their knees shake, making them whimper, making them beg for you to touch them, am I right, Mr Lord?”

He just looked at her, she pulled her head from his neck and met her eyes with his. One of her hands slipped down his chest. He opened his mouth to say something but closed again, he couldn’t ruin his reputation by agreeing with her in such a flustered tone. He drew in a quick breath when she roughly grabbed his crotch “shit” he hissed at her.

“Answer me” she ordered. Her hand getting tighter around him with ever second he remained silent. His mind couldn’t make out what was happening. She was right, this was a first for him, he was much more used to being in her position, but for some reason, he was enjoying being in the position he was in with her. He enjoyed the power she clearly had over him. He didn’t know whether it was right that he was enjoying this.

“Yes” he responded “th-this is a first for me” his voice had betrayed him, he was hoping to sound nice and calm but he was a stuttering mess. She smiled at his confession. Her grip on his crotch loosening slightly, now turning to gently massage him through his trousers. He lifted his hands to touch her but she roughly pushed him back against the wall with a loud thump.

“Now now,” she purred in his ear “no touching Mr Lord” he growled at her. Growled. She laughed at his noise, at his attempt to try and intimidate her. “Oh you are fun to play with” she teased him “it’s always the ones like you that are the most fun”

“O-ones like me?” He questioned quietly.

She nodded, she began placing warm kisses to his long neck, teasing his skin with her tongue, her hands holding a tight grip on his wrists that were pinned to the wall at his sides. “The filthy rich. The ones who are so used to getting what they want. The ones who take their luxuries for granted, thinking everyone owes they their life”

“Y-you don’t owe me any-anything” he admitted

“You’re damn right I don’t” she nodded. Her lips now trailing up his jaw. His arms struggled in her grip, she was a lot stronger then he had anticipated. “But, I would like to give you something” her lips brushed against his. He wanted nothing more then to stick his tongue down her throat as he fucked her up against the wall but she wouldn’t allow that. No, the only way he would receive pleasure from her is if he did as she told him.

She slowly sunk to her knees in front of him. She moved his wrists so that they were now both in one hand. He still could not get free of her strong grip. She made quick work of undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers. She pulled them down slightly along with his boxers allowing his fully erect length to slap against his chest. She had to admit, she was a little taken back by the size of him. She had always imagined he was big, in length, but he was thick as well. He was already dripping with pre come, she smirked at the sight. Her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his length.

He shuddered slightly as the feeling. “(Y/N)” he moaned quietly, all the while still trying to free his wrists from her hand. She took the head of his dick into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as she took more and more of him into her mouth. She pulled off him and looked up at him. His dark eyes met her, his pupils blown out with lust and desire. He wanted her.

She let go of his wrist slowly. “Don’t you dare touch me” she ordered sternly. The level of authority in his voice made him shiver in slight fear. He had never heard a tone like that, and he would never have expected it to come from someone as beautiful as her. But the more time he spend doing this with her, the more he was discovering that she was as deadly as she was beautiful.

He nodded to her, biting his bottom lip to hold back his moans as she took him back into her mouth. He wished she was still holding his wrists. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to tangle them in her soft hair, push her head further onto him until her eyes were filling with tears, drool falling from her mouth, but he couldn’t do that. Instead he just balled them into fists and watched as she went down on him, her right hand pumping what she couldn’t fit in her mouth while her right played with his balls.

“(Y-Y/N)...please” she had made him beg. He hated hearing it from his lips but he didn’t know how else to get her to do what he wanted. He was already nearing his climax. She was really doing something to him, he could usually last so much longer then this, managing to make the girl come at least twice before he did. “God...I’m fucking close” he moaned through gritted teeth. His breath started to pick up, his chest heaving slightly, his dick twitching in her mouth. He was defiantly nearing his end and he couldn’t wait.

The warmth was gone as soon as he began to feel his end wash over him. His fists slammed against the wall in instinct of wanting to grab onto something. She stood and tucked his throbbing length back into his boxers, pulled up his trousers and done up his belt. “(Y/N)!” He cried out, his cheeks were flushed and she adored the sight. “What the fuck” his voice was breathless, his hips thrusting against nothing, trying to regain some sort of friction to pull him over the edge.

She pressed a sweet kiss to his open lips and zipped up his trousers. “You need to learn patience baby” she whispered to him, his head falling back against the wall and his eyes squeezing shut “you need to learn what wanting really is”

He lifted his head and open his eyes ready to protest and try to overpower her but she was gone. Disappeared into thin air. He blinked a few times to regain his sane mind and left the corridor he was standing in to find her. He was hoping he could catch her leaving, follow her as finally see who she really was. But he had no such luck. He rushed out back into the party, leaning over the railing scanning the floor to look for the (f/c) dress he so desperately wanted to rip from her beautiful body, but he couldn’t see her. She was gone again and he didn’t know when he would see her again. And what’s worse, she left him with a bit of a problem between his legs.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it back and he shoved his hands into his pockets in annoyance. He was confused when he felt something in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw it was a neatly folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and felt his heart rate accelerate at an abnormal pace. He read a long phone number and her neat handwriting:

Call me when you want me baby xx

-(Y/N)

22/03/20

#Maxwell lord #Maxwell lord x reader #Maxwell lord fanfic #wonder woman 1984 #WW84 #smut #Pedro Pascal #fanfic

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cynicallystiles · 4 years

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Always Here

Disclaimer: Gif originally posted by me.

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: Anon: Could you write one with Justin? Like maybe something like they’re together but it’s a secret. And one day they’re at his and Clays place cuddling and being cute and then Clay catches them? Cuddling with Justin just seems like the sweetest thing tbh

Warning: Verbally abusive parent, and maybe cursing? I can’t remember.

Notes: Thank you for requesting it, I hope it is somewhat like you imagined anon! Please COMMENT/REBLOG if you enjoy!

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

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Words: 2,001

You feel his lips move against yours slowly as his fingers press into your waist. A content hum escapes your throat and both hands grip his hair a little bit harder. Delicately, you drag your tongue across his bottom lip. His hands squeeze even harder as he groans involuntarily while pulling away from you.

"Wait, wait, wait," he pauses, letting his heavy pants calm down. "As much as I love when you do that..." He stops and looks from your eyes to your lips longingly, "and I really, really love when you do that...we should stop before we get caught," he sighs, looking around the abandoned hallway for any sign of your classmates.

Pushing your bottom lip out, you let your head fall backward dramatically. "Uggh," you groan playfully and slide your hands from his hair to his chest to grip his open button-up.

"Heyy," he chuckles, trying to lean his head into your line of sight. You let your head fall back forward to face him, though your eyes watch as your fingers trail the fabric of his shirt. "Y/n, don't pout."

You bobble your head a little, raising one eyebrow. "'M not pouting," you murmur. He lets out a huff, and you finally crack a smile. "I'm not. Really. Justin, I know we both decided to keep this...us...a secret..."

"But?" He prompts you to continue when you start to lose your confidence.

"I dunno," you say with a shrug. "That was back when everything crazy was happening." You finally look up into his eyes. "It's been almost a year...I just thought by now I could show you off."

He laughs and pulls you into a hug by your shoulders. You clasp your hands behind his back quickly before he pulls back again, cupping your face with one hand. "Now still isn't a good time...I wasn't supposed to start dating until I've been sober for a year. And even then, they say I'm supposed to take it slow-"

"Oh, you can take it slow when you want to," you tease, nibbling on your bottom lip. He rolls his eyes, fighting the laughter that bubbles up. Sighing, you place your hand over his. "I get it. We can just...stay secret until it's a better time."

He leans forward and places the softest of kisses on your lips for a few moments. "Thank you, baby. I appreciate you so much." You give a lackluster smile as he brushes your nose with his.

"Bell's about to ring...I should get to my locker," you say softly, unable to hide the tinge of disappointment that comes out. But, before Justin can reassure you again, you're already out the double doors into the next hallway.

Later, you sit at the lunch table with your group of friends and zone out into your food as you take a small bite every once in a while. You hear your friends laugh around you, but it's not until Clay bumps your shoulder with his that you look up to meet his eyes.

"Huh? What?" You ask, blinking in surprise.

He snickers a little. "I said you've been unusually quiet today," he says observantly. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh..." your eyes flick across the table to Justin who looks at you with brows furrowed in concern. Just as quickly, you look back to Clay. "I've just been feeling off today. I think I might be sick or something," you half-lie.

Clay promptly puts his wrist to your forehead. "There's no way...yep. As I thought, no fever," he says shaking his head as he looks you over. He pulls on your ear as he pretends to look in. "Nope, nothing in there..." Then, he leans his head to your chest for your heartbeat. "All good there..."

"Stop!" You giggle trying to push him away.

"What? I'm just trying to make sure my best friend is getting the proper attention she deserves," he laughs. "Give me an 'aaah'."

You stick your tongue out at him but keep your mouth closed. "Mmm," you hum before snickering with him. "I feel better now. Thanks, Clay."

"Another satisfied patient!" He jokes and you shake your head before getting up to throw your tray away.

Justin rests his forearms on the table as he watches as you go, slight jealousy burning in his cheeks that Clay is being so openly affectionate with you. He knows the two of you are best friends, and he loves that. But, sometimes he wishes he could be like that and more with you.

The rest of the day goes by and the final bell rings to let out for the day. You gather your things. Deciding not to get a ride home from Clay and Justin, you hop on the bus that goes by your house. As soon as the bus pulls out of the parking lot, you get a text.

JJ: Where you at?

Sighing, you respond quickly.

You: Took the bus today, didn't wanna make you late for your meeting

It wasn't a total lie. It just wasn't exactly the truth either. You'd been feeling bummed about your conversation earlier and you didn't want to make Justin feel bad about your mood.

JJ: Wish you would've told me. We would've at least walked you to the bus babe

You: I know. I'll stop by after your meeting while Clay's at work

You lean your head against the window as the bus rocks gently. You were really hoping that you'd be out of your weird mood by then. Too bad you can never seem to catch a break. As soon as you get home, the usual drama starts in.

"You're home early today," your brother pointed out, calling the attention of your dear mother.

Inhaling deeply, you retreat into the living room where she sits on the couch. "That deadbeat boyfriend of yours finally drop ya?"

"No, ma." You ground your teeth. Hating the way she talked about Justin. "I took the bus."

She rolls her eyes from the TV screen to you, sizing up your outfit. "Is that what you wore to school?" You stay silent and stare at the ground. "I've told you before...no nice boy is gonna want to date you when you dress like that-"

"Dressed like what, ma?" You deadpan.

"Some kind of hussie," she bites. "It's why you only attract junkies like your boy toy. You could date a nice football player if you wanted. They're going places. And they might as well take you with 'em."

You frown deeply as you turn and head out the front door without another word. It's a long walk to Justin's house but you don't really care right now. You hug your arms to your chest and feel the tears dripping from your eyelashes. It bugged you how easily she tore apart your confidence. You felt like you should have thicker skin after living with it for this long.

The sun was setting when you made it to Justin's house. You stopped down the street and wait until you see Clay's car leave the driveway. Quickly, you walked to the carriage house where the two boys stay now. You tapped on the door quietly before stepping back and waiting.

You were beginning to think he didn't hear you as the seconds ticked by so you raise your hand to tap again. Then, the door swings open and startled you. "Y/n? You're here early," he observes, pulling you in from the biting winter air. "You're freezing! Did you walk here?"

Nodding, you let him lead you to the bed. You kick off your shoes while he disappears into the closet for something. He re-emerges with his favorite sweatshirt and gives it to you. You shed your frozen through coat and put on the warm sweatshirt.

"How many times have I told you not to walk here in the winter?" He asks exasperatedly. You shrug silently, lacking any energy to quip back. He begins noticing your behavior. "What happened?"

You look at him with watery eyes, your lip quivering while you fight the emotions. "Oh, baby..." he whispers and pulls you into him. That's all it takes for you to release all your pain. Your shoulders shake and your face contorts as your body is wracked with silent cries.

He lays you down, cuddling you from behind. Justin knows the only thing that makes you like this. It's not the first time it's happened. You showing up at his door a wreck and no idea how to stop it.

You begin to calm down as the tears make your eyelids heavy. Justin gently runs his fingers through your hair, comforting you with soft kisses behind your ear. "Everything's gonna be okay, y/n. Only a few more months and we can go wherever we want. All we need is each other. Okay? I'll always be here for you," he lulls you into a calm state of sleep with his words.

Thirty minutes later when you're sound asleep, lights flash across the windows and Justin hears a car pull into the driveway. Normally, you'd both panic and you'd hide or quickly go out the window. But, you were so exhausted that he couldn't possibly be so cruel to wake you.

Instead, he buries his nose in your hair as the doorknob turns and it pushes open. Clay enters, not noticing you yet. "So turns out," he begins while shedding his coat, "they scheduled me tomorrow and not tod-" he stops in the middle of laying his coat on a chair.

Justin simply looks at him calmly. "Keep it down, would you?" He whispers only slightly sarcastically.

"What's going on here?" Clay questions in whispers.

"What's it look like?" Fully sarcastic. He loves Clay, but he will not hesitate to kick his ass if he wakes you up.

His eyebrows raise and he contemplates the scene. "Uhhh..." he walks over and sits down on his bed. "It looks like you're spooning y/n while she sleeps." Justin squints at him. "Wait, is this a thing?" A tiny tinge of excitement in his voice.

"Yeah," Justin smiles to himself. He's tired of sneaking around and he honestly doesn't even remember why he still wanted to at this moment. "Yeah, it is. Has been for a while," he admits.

Clay breaks out into the most ecstatic smile he's ever seen. "Really? Oh man!" He fights to keep his voice down when he laughs. "That's so great. You two are so good together. I was just waiting for you guys to realize it!"

"You what?" Justin asks quizzically. This was not the reaction he was expecting.

He rolls his eyes. "I've been dropping hints to y/n for months about you two should go out," he rambles. Justin looks down at your sleeping face. "I mean, you two are the most stubborn and strong people I know. No one else would ever keep up with you two."

"Huh," Justin chuckles before looking back to Clay. You must've been keeping those hints a secret. "You're right. Sometimes I can't even keep up with her. But, I sure love trying..."

A small smile comes to your lips. "Me too," you mumble. He rolls his head back and over to you.

"And...you've been awake the whole time," he surmises with a laugh.

You shrug, opening your eyes fully and look from him to Clay. "It's not exactly like either of you are quiet when you whisper." You smirk jokingly.

Justin glares daggers at Clay, who holds his hands up in innocence. "Hold up, it's not my fault," he pleads as Justin springs up and over to Clay. "I'm sorry! Ah! Okay, I'm sorry," he apologizes through laughs as the two begin to wrestle.

You just giggle as you watch them act like brothers. These two really felt like home. Without warning, you hop into their play fight and you all laugh hysterically.

Justin Taglist: @elfie6405 @fandomrulesall @crazyfangirrll

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seijch · 4 years

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work on your wip!! 5, 9, and 25!!

make me work on my wips!!

5. doom desire, a kageyama pokemon au

in which you and kags chase after whispers on the wind that tell the tale of jirachi, a pokemon said to be able to grant any wish. here’s the catch: it awakens for one week every thousand years. the good news is that it’s been about a millennium. the bad news? you have no idea where it is.

the italicized parts are in first person because theyre the reader’s diary entries,, itll make more sense In Context (i Hope)

hoenn is much warmer than kanto. i’ve underestimated the humidity here, too; it’s at its worst after it rains, the air uncomfortably sticky. at least the beaches look nice. maybe one day, i’ll be here for leisure and not business.

“jirachi?” the older man muses, reclining into the rattan chair. “that’s a name i haven’t heard in years, maybe decades.” he sizes you up, a sharp look in his eye. “you some hotshot researcher or somethin’?”

you slide the man your card as he takes a sip of his drink. he doesn’t spare it a glance, and you try your best to not fling your overpriced lemonade in his face. the man before you was a scholar back in his prime, a fellow lover of myths and legends of old. for that reason, you hold your tongue; you’d landed in the hoenn region less than a week ago in search of the mythical pokemon jirachi.

“you could say that. i’ve heard rumors that jirachi wakes from its thousand-year slumber in a few months, so i came to investigate.”

“you won’t find what you’re lookin’ for in slateport. head to rustboro,” he tells you, “they’ve got the best libraries in the region there.” he brandishes a pen, scribbles down a name. “this is one of my old pals from back in the day. ask for him.”

“thank you, sir.”

“don’t mention it,” he replies. “now go on,” he waves a dismissive hand, “let an old man enjoy his drink in peace.” you take your lemonade and go, a little put off by his attitude but feeling victorious nonetheless.

you’re so busy looking at the card (and trying to decipher the godawful chickenscratch) that you find yourself colliding with someone. “oh, i’m sorry-”

he’s leveling you with a glare. “it’s fine,” he says, voice clipped and making you think that it’s absolutely not fine. you can only nod and go on your merry way.

turns out, tickets to rustboro this time of year cost a lot of money. this better bring in the big bucks, or it’s back to cheap ass ramen for me.

9. perish song, an oikawa pokemon au

in which oikawa finds himself in the tropical region of alola in search of a new addition to his team: the man-made type:null, created by researchers that bit off more than they could chew.

this one i might rethink tbh i just rlly liked the title of this too much to pass up

its kinda funny bc he and kags, at their core, have similar foundations to their stories: theyre both looking for a rare pokemon in order to prepare for the pokemon world tournament later in the year

“i’m sorry, sir,” you hear the receptionist say, “we don’t allow visitors into our basement-level facilities. you’re free to roam around the first and second floors! our pokemon sanctuary is regarded as one of alola’s top tourist destinations-”

“please,” replies the young man at the desk. he’s quite handsome, really, but you can tell that the receptionist just wants him to leave. you get the feeling you weren’t exactly catching the beginning of their conversation. “i just want to see the type:null facility.”

type:null? how does he know about that? “sir,” you cut in. both the receptionist and the visitor (who clearly knows too much) turn to face you. “forgive my intrusion, but i must ask...what sort of clearance do you possess?” the type:null facility--your facility--required an absurdly high position on the ladder of authority.

“do you work under that branch?” he asks, peering at the tray of coffee in your hands. “an intern or something?”

“as a matter of fact, i am one of the lead researchers.” your grip tightens on the cardboard tray as you give him a tight smile. “i apologize, but only individuals with the appropriate clearance and identification are allowed in the basement level, especially the type:null wing. if you have no other business here, i’d like to ask you to vacate the premises. preferably before i resort to calling security.”

the man blanches, having realized the mistake he’s made. “no, wait-”

you’re already walking away.

25. lost and found, a sugawara soulmate au

what was supposed to be an easy house-sitting job goes horribly, horribly wrong. thankfully, your soulmate has always had a knack for finding the things you’ve lost.

this was one of the first wips i ever took from my kpop blog and assigned to a character bc i had BIG suga brainrot back in the day

also i feel like we as a society do not talk about the fact that yaku like . canonically prefers cats

“hey, yamamoto?” you ask. “on a scale of one to ten, how mad would yaku be if i told him i lost his cat?”

there’s a near silence on the end of the line, the only noise being the faint rattle of static. then, in a solemn voice, “i’ll start planning your funeral.” no way around it: you’ve fucked yourself over.

“uh huh.” you feel nauseous. if this was a cartoon, you’re sure your face was halfway to going green. “great. should i try to find it, or spend my last hours among the living writing my will?”

“i’d be writing my will. don’t give any money to lev,” he advises. “i swear i saw that fucker blow his allowance on cheese puffs last week.” great. yamamoto wishes you luck (“you’ll need it.”) before you hang up, feeling the room spin around you. this was supposed to be a simple housesitting job; yaku had printed clear instructions and left them clipped to the fridge door. how were you supposed to know that his stupid cat was itching for a chance to escape?

you need to find it, and fast. yaku’s flight would come in this afternoon, with him returning in the evening. you shudder at the thought of him coming home to a catless apartment.

okay. time for a game plan. the building’s got twenty floors. time to ring some doorbells and hope you didn’t come off as one of those door-to-door salespeople.

#those pokemon aus came out longer than i thought #thank you for asking 🥺#also for choosing ones i needed to work on JDFSFS #these are the beginnings to all of them bc i had nothing else written LMAO #these are all rough and unedited...brain to google doc to tumblr type beat #🖋 wip game #💌 love letters #raenah 🧸#raevaioli

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sweetheartblue · 5 years

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An update on life!

Super long so it’s under a read-more!

So, last friday was my First Official Day Of Work In My Big Girl Adult Job! It was super great for my first two days, because nobody was in the lab and all I did was online training.

Then tuesday happened.

For some context: I had just gotten hired for this brand new lab site that the company was opening, and I had gotten hired for a Microbiology Technician 1 position. Now, this lab’s main job is meat testing, which I expected to be gross, but oh....my god.

So I go into work on tuesday, and the rest of the lab staff is there. I meet some coworkers, one of whom is absolutely monstrous. She glared at me, wouldn’t hold any sort of conversation with me, and purposely did things faster to make me frazzled. We’ll call her K. I meet my supervisor, and my other coworker (gonna call her A) who are both better than K. Then, my Boss-boss comes over and tells me to observe the process for the meat shipment processing and preparations for path lab.

The process kinda goes like this: open meat bag, add nutrient broth, add water, roll bag, place in stomacher, put in labelled bin.

Not too bad, yeah. Is it really what I got hired for? No, doesn’t match the job description at all. It’s fine though, I’m just excited to work.

Then second shipment comes. I’m observing, when suddenly not one, but two people on the line decide to go on lunch. Leaving me and K. Me, who has no fucking clue what she’s doing, and K, who is a raging demon in the body of a tiny woman. K starts filling bags as fast. as. she. possibly. can.

I’m trying to roll bags the right way (didn’t know how), put them in the stomacher (didn’t know how), and put them in their bins (kind of knew how, but it was a lucky guess). This hell continues for god knows how long, and then finally we’re done, and I’m crazy behind, and K is being Very Rude And Dramatic because I wasn’t fast enough. Girl, it was my first day doing shit!

Wednesday comes around. Kind of a better day. Supervisor decides I must do All Cleaning In The Lab By Myself. We get a late shipment and I’m on station #3 (stomacher to bins) duty with A and my supervisor, and I’m there until 9:30pm, which is an hour after my shift was supposed to end. Supervisor asks me to do a last minute clean and asks if I wanted to say later for some overtime. I had an hour drive home. I said “no thanks, not tonight” not thinking it would make my life Worse. Supervisor makes a face. I leave and go tf home and dissolve into my bed.

Then, Thursday. Oh, dreaded, terrible, horrid Thursday. I’m starting to get the hang of things but I’m still slow af. I get into work, and my Supervisor condescendingly tells me I miss meat and a bunch of other things while cleaning the night before, and that I need to be more attentive. I was never told the proper cleaning process and what did or didn’t need to be wiped down at all ever, so that’s fun. Supervisor then tells me I clean things wrong in general, that the way I wipe counters doesn’t actually clean them and that I need to do it a specific way. Okay, weird, but I’ll try harder. First shipment comes in, we prep bags, and I get placed in station #2, which is rolling bags and placing them in the stomachers. Then, oh, then. Things start spicing up.

First, one bag popped. Blood meat chunk water starts spilling out of the bottom. A runs over to stop the machine and tells me to keep going while she cleans. I continue rolling. K snaps at me and runs over to a stomacher, basically snarling at me that I need to stop the stomachers when a bag pops. I hadn’t even noticed it popped because I was trying to keep up rolling with her pace. Then three pops, and then four. I notice four soon enough to stop it. Every stomacher is totally covered in meat on the inside.

Now, if y’all are like me, you had no fucking clue what a stomacher was until the first time you saw the word. It’s a big heavy ass metal box with two paddles on the inside that pump back and forth to agitate samples placed inside.

To open it up and get inside, you have to grab the front panel while it’s open (like in the picture above) and lift it up off the bottom hinge. THEN you have to flip it towards you and around, so the outer wall is resting against outer wall on top, and the inside of the front is facing up. It sprays blood and meat EVERYWHERE.

Did I mention these things are heavy as fuck?

Supervisor is alerted to problem. Supervisor turns to K and says “have her clean this up” even though I was standing...right...there......two feet away.....and also I have a name. K turns to me, snorts, and says “have fun with that” and then goes back to filling.

I am bewildered. And grossed out.

So I start at it. I take the trays out from under each stomacher, dump out the meat and blood into the trash (I get some on myself), clean the trays, open up the front panels of the stomachers (I get more meat on myself), try to get the meat off as much as I can and as thoroughly as I can because I was just yelled at for missing meat so since they were going to be hand-stomaching I thought taking my time would be fine. I’m halfway through cleaning, two stomachers down, and my supervisor comes rushing over.

“When this happens you need to go faster. You need to clean one of these out in three to five minutes maximum because the priority is the bag filler, and if you can’t keep up with her, then you’re holding up the whole production and are responsible for slowing down the entire lab.” He then grabs my bleach and paper towels and cleans the whole stomacher that I had literally just gotten all the meat off of and shows me how to do exactly everything I was doing right before he got there the exact same way I was doing it but fast. I can tell he is angry. He throws his shit away and leaves me to clean everything up alone so he can go talk to K.

I finish cleaning. I am stewing in my brain about how much I hate my job. I go to the bathroom and cry.

I go do internet security training and drivers training. The second shipment comes. My supervisor aggressively tells me to take my break. I go eat lunch.

I come back from lunch. there is my Supervisor, A, and the other new-hire Tim (not his real name he just feels like a tim tbh) doing the shipment. They are taking their time and actually training Tim on how to roll bags and the correct bucket order. A rolls some and Tim watches. Tim rolls some himself. I come over. Supervisor and A immediately leave for lunch as soon as K comes back from her lunch after me. K fills at a normal human pace. I become bin runner for Tim as he is somehow incapable of moving his bins himself. I am bitter. We finish shipment, Tim is sent to do training, I’m told to clean the lab up. I am fuming.

I do more training. Third shipment comes in. I ask “Hey Supervisor can I help?” He snaps no, so I finish my training. I get locked out of the other training site. I go to help. Supervisor leaves me with K. She goes the speed of light. I aggressively keep up with her bc there are still no stomachers being used, and that shit I can handle. She doesn’t say a word to me when I try to make small talk.

Shipment 3 finishes, I get to clean (surprise). At this point I don’t care, I only have a half hour until I can go home and I am counting by the SECONDS. Time hits. I leave.

I get into my car and just cry. I call my boyfriend and cry on my drive home. I get into my house and cry to my mom. I feel overwhelmed and cry to my dad. I feel trapped and wasted and bamboozled and stupid for taking this job. I don’t want to go back. I would rather die than go bad. I am very sad. It is very hard to be openly disliked for being new for 8hrs a day. I type up a resignation email through tears. I go to bed.

In the morning, I edit the email. Then I send it. My boss asks me to reconsider. I say no. I don’t go to work on Friday.

And thus, I am back to the job hunt. I should be going to a few interviews this coming week. Honestly anyplace is better than that shitty lab.

I never want to work with food ever again. Beef kinda turns my stomach right now, too.

Yikes.

#personal #blue babbles

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lightsandlostbells · 5 years

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Skam France season 3, episode 6 reaction

I have a Jerome theory and I’m sticking to it

Episode 6

Clip 1 - Lucas gets his turn in the hoodie of despair

Lucas is at school Monday. We get a shot of his bandaged hand that’s a parallel to the trailer for the season, where we also start with a shot of Eliott’s hand. In both situations, Lucas/Eliott is about to walk into the school in a tense, uncertain situation, Eliott facing a new school and new people after his episode at his old one, Lucas facing his old school and old friends after alienating or angering the people he cares about.

Also, the bandaged hand is representative of his emotional ~wounds but that’s ... really obvious, I feel silly saying it.

The angsty piano music, a hallmark of this season, plays as Lucas crosses the yard. The boy squad laughs at him, and if that wasn’t obviously fake, then Raptor Alex miming a blowjob at him while standing with Eliott should be a dead giveaway, because like hell Eliott would tolerate homophobic bullying of Lucas, no matter their relationship status. (Though it’s kinda amusing to think about this scene as an Alex/Eliott AU where Alex is bragging about his BJ game and Eliott is smirking like “damn right.”)

Daphne comes up and kisses him on the cheeks. She’s so effusive and affectionate that at first I thought she already knew Lucas was gay and was trying to jump to the front of the queue to make him her gay BFF. It’s not that, though. She touches his arm and is like HOW BUFF which is hilarious because Lucas is, how do you say, wispy. No offense at all, but I would never be like yeah, that guy looks like he works out. Lucas doesn’t seem to buy it either. Of course Daphne wants him to help move a couch, lmao. Protect the five vulnerable girls going to pick up the secondhand sofa from a potentially shady dealer? I guess Daphne got over her fear that Lucas would be taking over as head of the common room once she realized he was another pair of arms to carry that couch.

Of course when Lucas looks over, it’s not the boy squad, but some random dudes. Not Alex and Eliott but some random dudes. Not Maria and Chloe, but some random girls. All of them seemingly minding their own business and not caring about Lucas one way or another. This puts a different focus on the scene than with Isak, because with Isak he actually was walking into the lion’s den. He saw Emma and Even in the courtyard and psyched himself up to walk between them with his Nas song playing in his ears to psych himself up. Isak was miserable, but in a way it felt like an act of courage; he saw his worst fears on both sides of him, literally, and pushed himself forward. With Lucas, I’m not saying he isn’t brave, but with all those people turning out to not really be there and not really laughing and talking about him, the emphasis is more on his paranoia and fear. It’s a much drearier take on a scene that was already depressing (and I feel like the lighting/coloring reinforces that, too, but err, that’s Skam France’s usual aesthetic so I’m not sure how intentional that was.)

Clip 2 - Yann the voice of reason

Gym class, not for Lucas, but for Chloe. After class ends, Lucas comes into the gym and wants to talk to her. Chloe is not having it. Lucas tries to say she said on Friday is nonsense. He’s not a (homophobic slur) and he asks her not to spread it around. Ohhh boy, this is. Uncomfortable. Completely understandable that he doesn’t want the rumors to get out, and I get why he’d say he wasn’t really gay in order to protect himself, but him using a slur? That’s really sad. That makes this not just a strategic move or an attempt to handle the situation before it gets worse, but something self-hating. There was no reason for him to use homophobic language except to distance himself from being gay, like in episode 3, the advice he took to keep people from guessing.

She’s pissed that he didn’t even come to apologize or talk, just to ask her not to spread it around, so you know she’s not really listening and making this about her own feelings. And look, we can say over and over again that Chloe has a right to be mad, and of course she does. But she also just doesn’t get the seriousness of outing someone. Lucas is begging her not to spread the rumor, very upset, but Chloe says he can’t tell her what to do. Man, so they made Chloe even worse than Emma, despite having Lucas treat Chloe worse than Isak did with Emma. Isak didn’t plead with Emma to not out him while Emma was like, “Whatevs, I do what I want.”

Lucas is clearly unraveling. He bursts out of the gym and runs into Yann. Lucas tries to use his family as an excuse again and Yann cuts him off, saying not to play him. He knows whatever’s happening with Lucas is more than just his parents. Yann is a lot more blunt about it than Jonas; Jonas knew that Isak was bluffing but let it slide without calling him on it. He’s also more blunt about Lucas refusing to talk about his problems. The guys all just want Lucas to get better, and are here to talk to him, but if he doesn’t want to do that, then he needs to fix his problems and come back when he’s better. Completely fair, tbh. I can see how the more straightforward approach works with Lucas; Isak felt more defeated at this stage, like he barely had energy to get through the day let alone put up his usual act, so chill Jonas could get through to him, whereas Lucas is like brimming with anger and fear and seems more defensive, so he needed Yann to just cut through his bullshit directly.

Clip 3 - Pasta is Deep

I feel like a recurring issue with Skam France is that it skips establishing the mood of a clip, often just jumping into whatever needs to happen without a lot of grace, which probably has a lot to do with their time limitations (although this episode is several minutes shorter than average so...) This scene isn’t one that I expected them to recreate so closely, with Isak just ordering a sandwich for like a minute and a half, but it did remind me of how that completely mundane action was so much more than the damn cheese sandwich, because it was about putting us directly into Isak’s headspace and letting us feel how blank and distracted he was, and then what a jolt it was when Even appeared - exactly what Isak must have felt. I think Skam France could benefit from being more careful with staging moments like that, more showing, less telling. Like there’s nothing wrong with the start of this clip but it skips establishing Lucas’ mood entirely, and Eliott comes around the corner so we the audience see him before Lucas does, so there isn’t as much of a reaction.

Anyway, the important observation: Eliott cut that girl in line, what a dick.

There are two plates of pasta on the counter before them, and Eliott says if he were Lucas he’d take both of them. Lucas says sometimes you have to choose. I get that this is ~symbolic and it’s about Eliott trying to have it both ways and Lucas not having that but it’s one of those moments that takes me out because ... why would Eliott say Lucas should take both huge-ass plates of pasta ... except so Lucas can be metaphorical in response ... is that normal? It feels like a very writerly setup to be Deep so the dialogue can have a double meaning, except it doesn’t actually make sense on the first/surface meaning, if you get what I mean. Or else Eliott thinks Lucas is capable of eating two plates of pasta.

Eliott tries to make conversation but Lucas just grabs a plate and storms off. That was some good timing with the angry plate grab. Eliott looks sad and the angsty piano music starts again.

Lucas walks into the cafeteria and sees the table with the boy squad and the table with Chloe and Maria, while Eliott is walking behind him. This time Chloe is looking at him for real. Lucas just leaves his tray without eating and walks off as Eliott notices.

It was kind of odd that they needed both moments of Eliott reacting to Lucas’ distress, like ... we got it the first time when they were in line, we didn’t really need the second time to tell us the same thing we just saw thirty seconds ago. Was that supposed to be Eliott noticing Lucas didn’t want to sit with his friends so it wasn’t just him causing Lucas stress? IDK. Even if that were the case, it felt redundant. (Sometimes with this show I want to be like “have confidence that the audience will understand!”)

Clip 4 - Someone’s gonna catch a disease or a demon from that sofa

The girls and Lucas walk to a secondhand store. The store is like where they keep the props for The Conjuring movies. For some reason this thrift shop has multiple dolls that are missing body parts just hanging out, which is objectively the creepiest thing you could encounter. There are also jars of yellow ... something. I’m not gonna say it’s definitely pee, but it could be pee.

Daphne is once again the MVP of the show for how she screams and runs away when she gets freaked out. She’s so entertaining.

A dude shows up and the scene dramatically cuts to black with the sound of a sharp blade, as if in a slasher movie, but of course then we cut to this guy pouring tea for everyone. Total tangent but you know, a horror series could be pretty fun if it followed the real-time format of Skam. They played with the concept in the cabin episode, as a parody of course, but I would love to see more genre series in this mode of story-telling. A really well-written suspense or horror story could be so effective in real time!

Also, the guy looks like the school psychologist from Skam Italia. And the gym teacher from Skam Italia. Or maybe I just think all older men with beards look alike.

It was the guy’s brother’s shop. He was a compulsive hoarder, which is not a surprise in the slightest. The brother died recently. “Of what?” “I don’t know, I haven’t found him yet.” Lmao, this is a funny scene. They guy is joking and says his brother had cancer, but let’s be real, that’s also a lie. The guy was obviously murdered by those dolls.

The gang gets some additional goodies from their visit. So Lucas has to carry the couch back with Manon and Daphne, Imane and Alex carry the football table, and Emma trails behind with her lava lamp. LMAO. It’s a great image. (I have no idea if Daphne was actually carrying the couch at all, or if she was just supervising. I think Lucas and Manon were doing the heavy lifting, literally.)

They take a break and Lucas rubs his injured hand. Lucas, get help for that! Go to the doctor! I’m sure she has some eccentric yet helpful life advice in addition to her medical expertise.

Daphne comes up to him and asks whether he’s heard from Basile since Friday. NO GOD WHY.

Lucas smiles and says a bit, why? Daphne is like… just for news. The girls tease her by saying she’s actually into him, Daphne says no, he’s so annoying. WHY GOD. WHY MUST WE GO HERE. It’s so aggravating that the best character on this show is going to be paired off with the worst character on the show (and one of the worst characters in the entire Skam universe).

The girls talk about how much their men suck. Daphne says guys are worst than girls. LESBIAN. DAPHNE. PLEASE. I’m begging you.

Daphne says no offense to Lucas, and Imane says he’s not a real guy. Whoa! Hold on a moment there. Lucas’ expression is all WTF, Imane tells him to take a joke. This is one of those casual comments that can cut deep; Imane doesn’t know Lucas is gay at this point, so it’s not quite her assuming that gay guys are honorary girls or something like that. But one of Lucas’ fears is how being gay will separate him from his male friends, and at this very moment he is separated from them. So this is not a reassuring thing to hear. Calling someone a “real guy” can sting for someone who’s struggling to find out just where they fit in with the guys, and now hears that they don’t really belong there. Interesting that they made Imane throw out this comment since it’s more careless than we often hear from her. Not that she’s perfect or anything, just that we more often hear remarks like this from someone like Daphne. But it goes to show that everyone’s capable of these microaggressions.

Daphne says Lucas is so lucky, girls are so much simpler (I guess she means with dating). Irony! Lucas does not say L M A O in response. How lucky can he be when a raccoon man broke his heart? Manon says that’s inaccurate and not true. Daphne thinks it’s easy for Manon to say that when she’s dating the perfect guy. Irony! Manon hops off that couch and says it’s time to go again. I wonder how long they’re going to string along the hints that all is not well with Marles. Noora came back and immediately told everyone that she and William had relationship issues, but Manon is hiding the truth.

I thought this clip was a lot of fun but it’s one that doesn’t really fit with the mood or atmosphere that Lucas is going through right now. I saw people defending it as like a break from the misery and tension, and I couldn’t help but be like ... no! That’s not a good thing! I get that Lucas doesn’t need the same emotional journey as Isak, but speaking as someone who watched Skam S3, episode 6 in real time, the constant pain was a good thing. Sure, it was draining. Sure, it was stressful. But it got you into Isak’s head. It made you feel what he was suffering. It captured his isolation and loneliness. It made the final clip of the week with Jonas such a huge relief (and to be fair, they sure took a different tone with Yann...) Narratively, it was expertly crafted and paced. With scenes like this, it does chip away at some of the tension. I wouldn’t say it’s pointless (and again, on its own there were a lot of funny moments) but again I wish Skam France was better at establishing and holding a mood. Because there are ways they could have shot this scene with similar content, but with more of a consistent emphasis on Lucas’ POV, filtering through his lens. Focus on his detachment, have something in the shop remind him of Eliott, etc. The dead guy’s brother talks about how isolated and lonely the brother was and how he didn’t open up to anyone. Something like that. Except for a few brief moments like the shot of his hand or the response to Imane’s comment, the scene doesn’t have much to do with him, really, and this is a very crucial time in the story to be making us feel what Lucas feels.

There’s also that I feel like a girl squad scene is like a requirement of each episode, and listen, I enjoy them as much as anyone, but I also think that these scenes can feel like they don’t fit with the narrative as a whole. Both the cake clip and now this clip had little to do with Lucas’ POV (compared to something like the Kinsey Scale discussion which was relevant to him). There are some bits contributing to other subplots, like a hint at the end about Manon and Charles, which is probably meant to lead into the next clip where Manon cries, but tbh they’ve dropped quite a few hints about her not being OK by now so IDK this particular one was necessary? And to be fair, other seasons of Skam spread their focus beyond the POV character. But part of why Isak’s season is so good, IMO, is that every single clip contributes to the main story. It’s very tightly written. I guess I can’t help but wish that every clip had a clear tie to Lucas’ character arc even if there are other subplots happening, and not just that other storylines are taking place and Lucas happened to be there.

Clip 5 - Not talking is good

Lucas is up at almost 2:00 watching TV. A late night clip, wow! Glad to see one of these. It’s something that does establish mood and get us into Lucas’ mindset. Timing is one of the most useful tools the Skam format has, compared to traditional TV series.

Manon comes in and he asks if he woke her. She sits next to him and climbs under the blanket. Manon is clearly distressed. Lucas notices she has tears in her eyes. She seems on the brink of saying something, but he suggests they don’t talk about it. He puts an arm around her and she leans into him as the piano music starts again. We’re getting a hell of a lot of that this episode. She cries, he starts to get teary as well.

Lucas and Manon have the most familial relationship in the flat. In Skam it was Isak and Eskild, here it’s definitely Lucas and Manon. They feel like each other’s family. I do really like this scene for showing their bond and demonstrating that they’re both going through something they can’t talk about, it’s really lovely. Neither of them can say what’s troubling out loud. Manon has been needling Lucas to talk to her about his problems, but Lucas doesn’t pressure Manon to talk about what’s making her cry. There’s probably a balance they need to achieve to get to the emotionally healthiest place.

One effect of moments like this is that the Lucas/Manon relationship feels so much more developed than some of Lucas’ other relationships, like they can cry with each other and show emotional vulnerability with each other in a way that Lucas can’t with other people. Like I was rooting for Lucas and Yann’s friendship, and there is a ton to be said about Lucas being accepted by his best friend and what that means in terms of depicting supportive male friendships, but I also completely get why people thought he should come out to Manon instead, because story-wise, this relationship feels different from others. Lucas does feel comfortable with her, even if they’re not talking about their problems, and making the progression to voicing their problems to each other seems like a logical progression.

Clip 6 - Find your Jerome

Lucas has gone to the school doctor from the first season, who tries to guess his name. The final one she guesses is Isak, lmao. Awww. I’m going to be a total sap and say that my heart got all mushy and emotional hearing that name. I miss my boy! I need Julie Andem to deliver that reunion special ASAP. But I do like Skam France’s nods to the original show, they’re not that subtle but they’re sweet gestures.

Lucas says he has trouble sleeping. To their credit, they did show him and Manon up late at night this week, so it doesn’t come totally out of nowhere. I do think perhaps they missed a chance for him to go to the doctor because of his hand. And maybe lie to her about how it happened, but she kinda guesses he punched something and gives him a little speech about not bottling up emotions and taking out his anger by punching stuff? IDK. I think that would’ve fit Lucas’ characterization and his particular struggles, but this is fine.

I love how satisfied the doctor seems when she tells him to avoid blue light. Nailed it!

I feel like this scene could’ve been built up a a bit clearer, because Lucas is all, “IDK why I can’t sleep” and that seems a little ridiculous, like obviously he knows why he can’t sleep all of a sudden. If he didn’t, he’d be like, “Oh, blue light is the problem? That settles that.” He’s got big personal problems. It’s just that he’s not going to tell this doctor what they are. With Isak, he had a clear motive for going to the doctor - there was a text where Linn mentioned her sleeping pills and Isak came in asking for some of those, except the doc gave him some advice to talk to people instead. Like I’m not sure what Lucas wanted from going in here? Because he knows he’s thinking too much at night, but he doesn’t want to tell the doctor the specifics. So I’m not sure what he was hoping for by going here since I’m sure he wasn’t planning on using this appointment as a therapy session. I guess he could’ve been intending to ask for some sleeping pills or something else to help him sleep, but never got around to it because the doctor started to talk about her lover and thoughts of murder. Just a small observation.

The nurse starts telling him about how she also has problems talking about herself due to shyness or modesty (lol, this doctor being shy or modest). But she can talk to Jerome, the man she’s apparently cheating on her spouse with? Or engaging in some mutually agreed polyamorous arrangement, looking at it in a more positive light. (Or Jerome is a mannequin. Somehow that seems like the most plausible option.)

She mentions that her days are filled with teenagers who think they’re pregnant, nice nod to S1, and tells Lucas she can confide in Jerome about her murderous fantasies when her brother wants her to visit. LMAO. Well it’s nice that she can talk to someone about that? Tell me that this tidbit isn’t made dramatically more interesting if Jerome is indeed a mannequin, though. Anyway, she encourages Lucas to find his Jerome, someone he can trust.

Outside, Lucas is sitting and thinking and brooding. He reaches his hand into his pocket and finds a note from Eliott. The tinkly piano music starts again, damn, they’re going for a record in this episode. I think it’s the same tune as when Lucas first saw Eliott. The note is a very cute cartoon of his raccoon fursona, “Eliott 25473” looking at a hedgehog and not approaching him, but “Eliott 34512″ runs towards his fate and talks to the hedgehog. Hedgehog looks super happy to see this raccoon. The animal cartoons continue to be one of my favorite parts of this season.

Lucas sees Eliott walking across the courtyard. That seems to make up his mind, so he puts the drawing in his pocket and gets up. He walks up to someone and asks if they can talk later. The view of the person is obscured just to give you a misdirect that Lucas is talking to Eliott, but of course it’s actually Yann. Yay, Yann! And we’re all so excited for this beloved scene to happen next!

Clip 7 - Coming out to Yann

Ahahahaha.

After school, Lucas and Yann are sitting on a bench in the schoolyard, and Lucas is saying how he has been acting weird lately. There’s the complicated situation with his parents, there’s school, there’s the rent he can’t pay … and he thinks he fell in love. Not with Chloe. It’s not a girl. Yann seems a little surprised, which Lucas observes, but mostly Yann just seems to be listening. Yann is like, but it’s not me? Lucas says no, but there was a time last year … he trails off as Yann seems to be thinking wait, what? So Lucas just holds off elaborating on that confession and tells Yann about Eliott. Yann seems to understand, he’s just nodding and listening, asking a few questions. All is well.

Lucas says he wanted to tell Yann the truth, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He went to see the nurse because he hasn’t been sleeping. She told him to talk to someone he trusts. Lucas talked to Mika and it bit him in the ass. Chloe got mad. Yann asks if anyone else knows. Lucas thinks Manon, Emma, and Alex are suspicious and have guessed, and when he talks to Imane about it, they fight. Lucas asks Yann what he thinks. Yann is turning over something in his head. Lucas wants to know what Yann is thinking.

And Yann says, he can’t do this right now. He needs time. And he gets up and walks off. Lucas sits there in shock and misery after Yann leaves as dramatic music plays.

I feel like I need a drink before discussing this scene.

I do not think this was the right narrative choice, for multiple reasons. The clip has already been debated and discoursed, so I might not be saying anything new, but let’s unpack it from several angles. I will say upfront that after this scene, even before we got confirmation, I thought it was most likely Yann was upset about not being trusted, or other people finding out before he did, than because he was a big homophobe. But I still don’t think this makes the scene much better or justifiable.

From a basic writing standpoint: I think this was sloppy. I don’t think it was meant for anything other than throwing more shit at Lucas and some quick shock value. They wanted to surprise the viewers of the original show or throw in a plot twist. But none of this fits Yann’s character. The guy has been encouraging Lucas to confide in him during the season, so for this to happen when Lucas does finally confide? Feels wrong. Keep in mind that Lucas is not just confessing about being gay/falling in love with a guy: he mentions his family situation, his rent, school. Yann may not realize that Lucas was outed, but Lucas does mention the stress he’s felt from other people finding out about him and Eliott. So Yann hears all of this and decides to walk away, because of his own wounded feelings. Yann, after being supportive of Lucas and his family situation for ages. Okay. I get that characters aren’t perfect. But this doesn’t even feel like a choice Yann would make. Earlier in the episode he was like “either talk to us or sort your shit out”? He makes it clear that they’re not going to wait around for him if Lucas doesn’t want to talk, it’s caring but very no-nonsense, which is part of why it feels like his reaction doesn’t fit - he takes it personally that Lucas didn’t come to him. It just seems at odds, and I get that people don’t necessarily react consistently, but in a scripted TV show I do expect characters to react in a way that feels organic to their prior behavior.

Without a doubt it would have been worse to make Yann walk away because he’s genuinely homophobic, but in a way it feels even more contrived that he did so for other reasons? I’m trying to word this properly, but while making Yann homophobic would have been a horrible choice and I’m glad they didn’t go that far, the fact that he’s not makes this scene feel extremely petty in the overall narrative. Like when Yann explains himself in the next episode, it becomes abundantly clear that this was a fake-out, this was meant to throw the viewers off for a few days. It was just cheap. It doesn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of the narrative.

There’s the racial aspect. You cannot ignore that in this scene. We have two non-black Jonases in OG Jonas and Giovanni reacting amazingly to this confession, and the Skam France writers chose to make their black Jonas react poorly. I doubt their thought process was “he’s black so he’s gonna be more homophobic.” But I do think they should’ve thought the implications through. Because as much as people wanted to say race didn’t matter in this scene - it did. People already had an irrational dislike of Yann for doing the same things that Jonas and Giovanni did, and this clip just confirmed their worst biases. We had people hating the black character because of this change. People being like “I told you Yann was the worst and that he wouldn’t support Lucas!!!” when there wasn’t any reason to think Yann wouldn’t support Lucas prior to this scene. It was uncomfortable to watch this play out in parts of the fandom. And you had one of the character’s best, most shining moments taken away from him. Sure, the scene with Yann in the next episode is great. But the coming out scene is beloved and iconic, it made Skam fans love Jonas when many people had still been on the fence about him due to S1, and it could have been an equally powerful moment for Yann, a character who is already marginalized and dismissed by parts of fandom for being black. He didn’t get that.

Also, when Basile and Arthur ended up being OTT LGBT allies to the point of comedy, and Yann is the one with a bad reaction ... not great that the white guys were overly awesome and the black character is the one who ditched his friend. I’m not saying Yann has to be perfect and that’s the only way he can be great representation. But they had a precedent of this character reacting well and they actively changed that to be worse, and they changed these other two characters to be even more enthusiastic about their friend being gay. Then we also have two other white characters, Manon and Mika, supporting and comforting Lucas when he’s breaking down, in part because Yann rejected him. It’s a pile of unfortunate implications.

Then we have prioritizing the straight character’s feelings. Yann’s reasons for walking away were about Yann, not Lucas. Yann being upset that Lucas didn’t trust him. Yann being upset he wasn’t the first one to know. It’s self-centered. And we’re supposed to assign narrative weight to how a straight character feels about a gay character coming out. This is one of the biggest moments of Lucas’ life, for any gay person’s life. It should not be about the straight character’s feelings. That was something that was so important about the original scene. Jonas showed empathy and understanding that this was Isak’s moment, not Jonas’. Jonas listened. He let Isak talk at his own pace. He asked about Isak, he asked about Even, he didn’t make it about how he, Jonas, should’ve noticed a long time ago or how he felt about it. By making Yann walk away, the scene doesn’t become about the relief Lucas feels, it doesn’t become his affirming moment. In fact, it doesn’t even feel totally like his miserable, shitty moment? Because now everyone is thinking why the fuck Yann did that, what’s wrong with Yann, is Yann going to come back and apologize, etc. The ~mystery takes the emphasis away from Lucas.

In conjunction with the doctor scene… the actual fuck were they thinking? The advice given to Lucas was “find someone who you can trust” with the message that it’s such a relief to open up to someone. And this lesson as it actually plays out? Leads to rejection. Showing that if you talk to people, it won’t be any better, it might actually be worse because then your friend will leave you. What a great message. It’s not like talking to people and not bottling up your feelings is one of the most important lessons of the show. For a show that is aimed at helping teenagers through stress and shame, teaching them valuable lessons to deal with their problems, it’s thoughtless bordering on irresponsible to juxtapose these clips.

And that leads into my final point, which is not just about this scene, but about how criticism can be received in this fandom. We gotta talk about “realism” and its use as a defense in the Skam remakes.

Some people might ask, well, why does there need to be a great message in Skam? Why do there need to be life lessons in these clips? Can’t it just be an entertaining show? Or, the other popular argument: It’s realistic, therefore it’s beyond critique. (Usually not worded like that, but that’s the sum of the argument.)

Yes, Skam is a show built on realism. It is a show that captures teenage acne and awkward pauses and the mundane experience of lying on your bed texting someone, trying to think of the right things to say, in a way that is often glossed over by other TV series. But Skam is not just a realistic show. Skam is an idealistic show and it always has been. The show has always been about trying to give teenagers hope, to present positive models of behavior, to show the best of what we could be.

Here are some things that could be considered “realistic” in S3:

Isak rejecting Even due to his mental illness

Isak getting bullied and beaten up after being outed

Isak’s religious mom telling him he’s going to hell for being gay

Isak shoving himself back in the closet and continuing to date girls

Even killing himself due to depression

These are all extreme examples, for sure. But they’re things that have happened in real life. They’re stories that have been told in media before. Why didn’t Skam go there? Why did S3 end with Isak and Even in a happy, loving relationship, and not both of them dead from reenacting Romeo + Juliet, or Isak crying over Even’s grave, or Isak forever alone and miserable and suffering for being gay? Because that’s not the point of the fucking show.

Skam is not perfect. The characters are not perfect. But you have to ignore a core value of the series if you want to claim that Skam is about realism but not idealism. There is a reason so many characters resolve their problems by talking about their feelings. There is a reason we get so many quotes about how we should have empathy for others. Are there many true villains in this series? The only one who feels completely irredeemable is William’s brother, the sexual predator, and even he got a moment of sympathy when Mari acknowledged how messed up his childhood was. Everyone else, even the ones who act as antagonists, eventually gets some kind of compassion and forgiveness. Isak ends S3 on good terms with basically everyone: his friends, his parents, his roommates, Even, even people like Sonja and Emma. Because the show wants to give you some goddamn hope. Skam wants to demonstrate how good we can be to each other when we try.

I watched this episode of Skam in real time. I was going through Isak’s misery day after day. I was there when the original clip of Isak and Jonas dropped. When Isak came to Jonas and Jonas reacted so wonderfully, it was a tremendous relief for both Isak and the audience. I remember when the regular hearts on the Skam website (the like button) turned into rainbow hearts - it was for that clip, and it was such a meaningful moment. Isak was out, the hearts had changed, Isak had changed, there was no going back, but it was a triumphant change. And it wasn’t Disneyland. The clip was healing. It inspired other fans to come out to their friends and loved ones.

Circling back to Yann’s reaction here: I certainly get why it would resonate with viewers who’ve had similar experiences coming out to people and don’t want to invalidate their responses. It’s not that I think it’s completely out of line with Skam’s idealism for him to walk away. That he comes back in a few days and apologizes is a positive moment with good messages. It’s more that this moment was changed to be worse - I can’t help but feel it betrays that sense of optimism and hope that was built into Isak’s story. Because the fact that they went for the more dramatic shock value moment, rather than the healing moment, feels deeply cynical about what they want for the viewers. As I said above, the change didn’t feel well thought-out, it felt cheap. It’s pretty meaningless in the whole narrative, it’s just a quick gut punch to make you (and Lucas) feel bad. There are other bad things that happen to Lucas that matter in the overall story, because they influence his character or push the plot forward. This felt like angst for the sake of angst. "Realism” should not be a shield for every writing choice on the show, or else we can let all sorts of shitty tropes (and just plain lazy writing) happen in the name of realism.

Also, can we get rid of the idea that Norway is some homophobia-free paradise and Jonas’ reaction makes sense only in an LGBT wonderland? Homophobia is everywhere. Some places more than others, for sure, but nowhere is perfect. Isak’s story was full of homophobia even if he wasn’t getting gay bashed. How do you think he developed internalized homophobia in the first place? If Isak’s culture is devoid of homophobia, then why is he so nervous about coming out to people at all?

And I gotta say, after events in episode 7, it is totally ridiculous to defend this scene as realism and “not Disneyland” when Basile and Arthur are basically wearing Mickey Mouse ears when they learn Lucas is gay. Not that I think it’s wrong for them to be supportive, just that their scene is clearly grounded in idealism.

The original clip with Jonas reacting well to Isak coming out? Was based on a true story. It’s just as realistic as Yann walking away.

Social Media/General Comments

Lmao, Daphne’s inspiration deco for the common room. Dream big, girl. I like Alex’s response of pretty pink and elegant toilet paper decorations. Emma suggests a big box of condoms, which is the most practical suggestion.

Eliott posted a picture of his raccoon fursona throwing out many notes, so probably him struggling to come up with the right thing to say/draw to Lucas.

Daphne and Lucas have a friendly conversation. She really wanted him to go lift that couch.

Eliott posts another picture with a Virginia Woolf quote, saying “In case you ever foolishly forget, I am never not thinking of you.” Should be obvious that he’s thinking about Lucas. Virginia Woolf is a good choice for Eliott to quote since she was supposed to be bipolar, as well as bisexual (not pansexual, as Eliott may identify like Even did, but still relatable as they’re both into more than one gender).

Here’s a post about the Pygmalion reference with the picture Eliott posted. I feel like there’s something to be said about Polaris, too, and Lucas embodying one of the characters in Eliott’s movie, so that it feels like Lucas is lifted right out of Eliott’s art.

Eliott deleted the cartoons of him and Lucille cat after the cafeteria conversation with Lucas about having to choose. He CHOSE.

There’s a very sweet text from Manon and Lucas where she thanks him for last night, it was nice to not talk with him. Awww. They do have a nice relationship.

Emma seems done with Raptor Alex judging by her post “when he’s a fuckboy but he’s cute as hell” which goes along with the conversation when they’re moving the couch. Do we think Emma and Yann will end up getting back together, next season perhaps? Will she and Alex continue to be FWB? Or will Emma find someone else? Or be single for a while?

Super depressing post from Lucas after he comes out to Yann, a cartoon saying “God needs your boat to use as an ash tray” showing that he’s really slipping and feels like he’s drowning. When Yann walked away, he took Lucas’ last shred of hope with him. JFC.

I’m not French so feel free to explain or clarify something I missed.

If you got this far, thank you for reading!

#skamfr reactions #skam france reactions

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steve0discusses · 5 years

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Yugioh S2 Ep 44-45: Kaiba Hallucinates a Dead Woman and Then no One Talked About it???

So, for the record, I am writing a little bit to the future here because I did make a little bit of buffer. And this episode had a Hella Random Thing in it and I just want y’all to know I try to create an authentic reading experience--although it’s not like a blind riffing, I clearly watched each episode twice to make the caps and write all this stuff--and I do it one episode at a time so you get a somewhat close to a realistic live cap experience, but like, believe me when I say I did not see this coming.

At all.

And if any of you were watching this at home and saw this happening then you are lying OR you have been writing a very creative fanfic and this fever dream was also shared by that one guy on this writing staff who really really really stans Seto Kaiba. Lets dive into it, shall we?

Things start out pretty normal, as we are yet tucking another hospitalized person into Kaiba’s floating coma ward.

I’m starting to notice that this room also has sheets which just means when they got to Bakura, they just didn’t feel like tucking that nasty boy in. They looked at him covered in blood and grime and whatever other sweaty layers are all over Bakura and were like “None of us like Kaiba, but we don’t want to do that to his linens.”

And then the episode starts with Joey literally saying this

Now in the actual line of the show, Serenity stayed behind because she wanted to be strong for Mai, a lady she looked up to so much for all of 3 hours. She also said that her brother’s strength inspired her to have the courage to stay well below deck and whatever the hell nonsense was going on up there.

I mean courage is a word you could use to describe it, I would just call it common sense.

Also, look at this Christmas miracle.

I like that someone on the animation team was like “How else are they going to know that Mai isn’t wearing the disk? Draw it on the table. We have to.” and then bam there it is. That is one super random detail.

(more under the cut)

At the top of the blimp, they’ve decided to give Marik a little bit more space.

The Yuge crew must’ve looked at this situation and been all “I can stand next to Marik, or I can appear to root for Kaiba.” And they made their choice.

Below deck we get to see one of my favorite things, that’s right, it’s fake UI for TV shows.

these look like windows you pull up in Maya when you’re trying to find the right vertex or something. Maybe that’s what inspired all this? I dunno, it’s very silly that he would need the same image of a card twice, and that he would need one flipped and in wireframe. Especially since all they're doing is translating a language.

Or maybe he’s just been dogging Kaiba for half an hour before this episode started? Who knows, but honestly, I kinda have to side with Kaiba on this one, moving Mai would be a bad choice since there’s doctors--right there--but like...they should land the blimp though. Like the blimp with a murderer on it maybe needs to land at some point?

But never mind that, there’s cards to be played.

Or...not played.

It takes Ishizu so long to show up that Roland almost cancelled the game and I was so ready to not have to watch a card duel. I was so ready for that to be the canonical end of Ishizu but of course that didn’t happen.

PS, Marik is permanently glowing now.

Kaiba still doesn’t believe in magic and this guy has a constant third eye. So did Yugi all of last duel and Kaiba was just like “I don’t get your weird fashion” and tbh that’s a fair assumption to make.

To be fair, they probably only have once source of not cursed jewelry living underground, and it’s probably why their so matchy-matchy. Like, we all have that one Aunt (I was that one Aunt for a little while) with an Etsy shop and way too much inventory that they just give away to family every birthday and holiday. Judging by how much jewelry these two are wearing, their one Aunt isn’t doing so hot selling her merch.

Anyway, Marik’s good side makes an attempt to reach out and it doesn’t get him very far.

Honestly, when you look at it, there’s more people here from Kaiba’s extremely close school class than there is from the Ishtar family. And they don’t even know that Odion is also related. Sort of calling the kettle black here.

Again, ancient Egyptian Samurai with Yugioh cards would have been one hell of a spinoff with so many problems, where is that anime?

So, the game begins, between a mostly-neutral-antagonist and a protagonist who has done nothing but lock herself in her room in the dark for about 1/4 of a season. I have literally no idea who I’m supposed to be rooting for. Neither does anyone on the show.

Things went about as well as you’d expect dueling a psychic, because Kaiba has learned absolutely nothing from dueling Pegasus.

*Mokuba still has the whistle*

Anyway, because Ishizu can read the future, she knew she’d be going up against a dude who relies on very big strong dragons, so she straight up removed every strong card from his deck, leaving only six cards.

It’s at this point that he only really has one option, to play a Blue Eyes White dragon, which he had in his hand still, or to play the God Card Obelisk which I think was still on field? Again I don’t pay too much attention to the duels but the big thing is that he’s gonna use Obelisk, so Ishizu cursed it so it would hella kill him.

Much like any of the God Cards have done thus far. The worst cards. These are the worst cards and at this point no one should want them anymore. But youknow, hubris.

This is all pretty run of the mill since every time Kaiba duels, he gets hella dunked on, but then...this happens out of absolutely no where.

WHAT?

SHOW.

The least dateable guy in Yugioh!? How is it Kaiba--a past version of him mind you--but a shirtless Kaiba who’s got some lady draped across his arms like he’s gotta model for the cover of a Harlequin romance novel for old ladies? Which...I can arrange that.

Why--out of all of these boys, was it this one that has something the most resembling a fully formed relationship? More so than Tristan, more so than Yugi, more so than whatever was going on with Joey last episode.

What!?

WHAT?

This came out of no where like a jump scare!

And like, here’s the thing, if Kaiba was your slice of pie from the weird ass hair dessert tray that is Yugioh’s selection of husbands, that’s fine. Ship away. But like, imagine with me here, you have a boyfriend--and if you don’t like boys that only adds to this experience--you have a boyfriend and he has the most normal hair of anyone you know, and that’s really great. But his voice ALWAYS sounds like he’s announcing an NBC cop drama. Like you’re eating dinner and he’s like “Can we watch the food channel?” like he’s solid snake.

You’d kill him. You’d kill him way before you end up dead draped across his arms in some weird flashback. You’d straight up kill him.

Sorry, I just made him a lot more attractive for half of you. Whatever, my plan backfired.

But, despite...how...he is, now Seto has one of the most tragic of all the relationships on this show, up there with Pegasus and his dead wife. And so like, I turned to my bro and was like “WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED??”

Cuz this show that has very, very little dating in it. A show that has had no physical kissing unless you count that time Pegasus macked a ghost. A show where someone almost got married to someone they never dated in their life and they shrugged it off. A show that had Mai and Joey friendzoning the hell out of eachother rather than admit any sort of crush. A show where Tea and Yugi went on a date but then I guess forgot that happened 20 episodes ago and are now in permanent friend limbo. (Tea and Yugi so far having the most realistic dating experience tbh.)

This is just straight up here’s a picture of past Seto, and his dead wife is here too, no explanation! Have fun digesting that!

(wouldn’t have noticed they forgot to finish Yugi’s necklace if I hadn’t done the cap. hm. So fast I blinked and missed it until I wrote this copy.)

And like, I’m making it seem in these caps as if these characters talked about what I just witnessed in any degree and straight up they didn’t. Of course they didn’t. Kaiba didn’t want to discuss this crazy ass thing that happened. Just me. I am the only one that’s talking about this in 2019. Just me.

So I turn to my bro and was like “you have to tell me what just happened” and bro was like

“Sorry to disappoint you but...I’m pretty sure that dead girl never comes up again.” and then he kind of continued “I’m pretty sure Kaiba sacrificed his one true love in order to get his Blue Eyes.” and I realized “Bro, is this just a headcanon you made up? Are you telling me your spicy Seto Kaiba fanfic as if it’s true just like that one time you told me that Yugi’s Grandpa ate a guy in Egypt and I believed you for 30 episodes?” and bro was like “Mmmmmm It’s probably a headcanon. I’m pretty sure they dropped Kaiba’s dead girlfriend plotline completely off the face of the Earth. Like a LOT of plotlines from s2, Rach, don’t get attached.”

So, because Kaiba believes that his.......dragon.......told him to play a dragon, Kaiba sacrifices his Obelisk to play a dragon--thus removing the Obelisk curse.

So if it’s strongly suggested that Kaiba’s love for this dragon is youknow, an equivalent to the devotion you would have a for a dead wife you have cradled in your arms, then -- has Kaiba been dating this dragon the whole time? Is that what the show just seriously suggested to me with this juxtaposition? Because I am an illustrator and if I wanted to make someone look like they had an intense and complicated relationship with a playing card, that is how I would draw it. Just saying.

And like for serious, how is it that Yugioh keeps writing it’s own fanfic? Like, is this dragon infused with the spirit of his dead wife? Is that why his reincarnation has this weird fixation with the Blue Eyes White Dragon? OMG this is absolutely ridiculous, I can’t believe I’m considering that Kaiba was literally married to what is now his paper card of a dragon. Of which he has 3 of.

Clearly I am thinking way too much about this.

I mean to be fair, Kaiba did save Tea that one time. He also took out a helicopter and a crane at the same time but Tea was just fine.

Oh boy.

That was so freakin random. Well...I’m glad that Kaiba got back together with the dragon. They had sort of a breakup at the beginning of the season and now KaibaxDragon is back in full swing. Good for them.

This was the only guy smart enough not to play a God Card, PS. This guy. I guess if Seto fell in a plot coma the entire tourney would be essentially over, so...it had to happen this way.

But dead wife, amiright?

Here’s a link to read from S1 Ep1

And PS in case you don’t know about the Billionaires and Baby’s books that have--I swear to you, like 400 books in the series--please admire the billionaires and babies books. Never read them. But I like to spread the news of these completely insane and real book covers wherever I go.

#Yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #s2 ep44 #s2 ep45 #seto kaiba #seto kaiba's dead wife #yugi muto #did I mention that seto kaiba has a freakin dead wife #joey wheeler #how do you just glaze over seto kaiba's dead wife omg #serenity wheeler #ishizu ishtar #tristan taylor #duke devlin #mai valentine #marik ishtar

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part three bc i’m weak-willed

more of this art school au that is dominating my life tbh

read it here on ao3

BAZ

Class on Monday is an unexpected balm to my stress, and I’m feeling rather pleased with myself when I walk out. The professor was very complimentary, as they always are, but this felt different. Maybe because I’d felt so unsure about the piece. The colors had felt off, and I told the professor as much, but he told me it conveyed something private and almost intimate about me.

Which is cool, but a little scary. I don’t like to convey too much about myself, not to anyone.

Dev had texted me that morning about getting lunch, and I agreed to meet him in the student union after class, where several fast food restaurants had set up storefronts. I don’t have much interest in the food, but I do get myself a milkshake and let myself enjoy it. Meanwhile, Dev sits down with a tray full of fried food, and I try to ignore how the smell makes my stomach twist. My cousin might also come from money, but he never really acts like it. It’s almost refreshing sometimes.

Almost.

“So you ready for the show?” Dev asks, shoving food in his mouth like a cretin. He even talks with his mouth open. “Aren’t you taking like three pieces this time?”

I grit my teeth, fighting down the swirling stress that threatens at the edge of my mind. The art supply store in town is hosting another huge art sale party. I always attend with one piece, and am out of there before ten o’clock. That much of a crowd, milling around and talking about art - nope. My social anxiety doesn’t allow for it. But Fiona was up my ass this summer to do more (“You could be making a mint off these, Basil! What’re you doing, holing up with these at home, building yourself a nest? Don’t be such a coward!”) and I’d finally given in, if only to get her to shut up. I had three large paintings ready to go, but I still felt the nerves like a hot poker shoved into my side, burning me.

“Of course I’m ready,” I say through my teeth. “It’s in two days. Unlike you, I don’t procrastinate everything until the night before.” Dev grins at me, and he’s got a mouthful of food, and it’s horrific.

“Well, I can’t wait to see them.”

I stare at him, straw halfway to my mouth. “You’re coming? You’ve never come to one of my shows before.”

“Thought you might like some support.”

“What ever gave you that idea?” Dev shrugs and doesn’t say anything, focusing on his disgusting food again. “I… thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome, Basil.”

I head back to my apartment, my classes over for the day and with half a mind to take a nap, even knowing how it’ll ruin me later. Usually, I’d spend the rest of the night in the studio, but the sore ache behind my eyes is getting to be too much. And I’m hungry. I’m regretting not eating lunch, especially since that had been the point of meeting Dev today. My cousin had looked dubiously at my milkshake, but hadn’t commented.

In the end, I decide to go to the bakery down the street. The scone Snow had given me had been wrapped in paper with the store’s name printed repeatedly across it and it had actually been quite good, even when it was lukewarm.

When I step inside the cushy space, I immediately regret it, because there’s Penelope, Simon’s other friend, behind the counter. Another potential girlfriend? Probably not.

If I didn’t know any better, I would think this idiot boy is trying to take over my entire life. But it’s too late for me to step out, she’d called out a welcome when the door chimed, so I step over to the line. I stare hard at the pastries behind the glass without really seeing them.

“Basil!” Penelope greets me, and I’m taken aback by the friendly tone. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here before.”

“I’ve - never come in.” I swallow down any snarky remarks, ready to make nice. “Snow brought me one of your scones the other day, and it was quite good. I wanted to see the source.” She smiles at me, and her chubby cheeks push up her garish turquoise glasses.

“Well, you came at a good time. Just took the cherry scones out of the oven. How many would you like?”

“Ah - just two, I think.” Penelope nods and pushes the glass open, wrapping the two pastries in wax paper before slipping them into a bag and handing it to me. “How much do I -?” She’s shaking her head, and I frown at her.

“Take ‘em. I’m glad we’ve a new convert, and I expect to see you in here more often, alright?” And then she winks at me, inexplicably.

“Yeah… alright. Thanks, Penelope.” She looks pleased, and gives me a small wave as I turn to go. I leave feeling oddly warm, if a bit confused by the kindness I’ve been shown by Simon’s two friends, after the treatment I’ve subjected him to. Maybe they’re all just too nice for their own good.

My keys are in my hands, hovering by my lock, when I have an idea. I go across the hall and knock before I can talk myself out of it, and wait. Snow could easily not be home. But then I hear a thump and a grunt inside, followed by a moment of silence before the lock clicks and the door swings open. Simon is staring at me, brow quirked and glasses on, half of his hair poking up like a rat’s nest.

“Yeah?”

I try not to frown as I dig into the bag and take out one of the scones, holding it out to him. He takes it slowly, looking at the pastry and then back up at me, eyes wide. And then I turn away, quickly unlocking my door and diving inside before Simon can get a word out. I shut myself in and lean back heavily against the door, breathing heavily and closing my eyes.

What was I thinking? What the fuck was that? Simon probably thinks I’m an asshole as well as a fucking weirdo now. Not like it matters.

Safely in my apartment, alone, I kick off my shoes and wander through to the second bedroom of the flat, which I’d converted for my use to a type of studio. But it’s carpeted, so I mostly use it for storage, supplies and paintings. The three I’m planning on selling are carefully leaning against the wall, staring at me.

One of them had sprung from an absolute fit, when I’d woken in the middle of the night with the shakes, drank three mugs of tea, and shoved paint across a canvas until I was happy (or as happy as I get) and went back to bed. The other two were from this summer, when I’d spent two dreadful weeks at home, closed into the studio my father had decked out for me three years ago for my birthday. That was the only good part of going back to the family manor. That, and my little sister, Mordelia. I give her a lot of shit, but I’m quite fond of her.

Those two pieces aren’t within my usual style. One is far more colorful than anything else I ever do, with flowering branches and a fading backdrop. The other was a fluke, some error of my subconscious. It was of a kneeling figure, a dancer, in her final resting position in the bottom corner of the canvas, bathed in dim light but with darkness surrounding the edges. It reflected Snow’s animation, and I hadn’t realized it until I was through. I might have painted over it, but it was beautiful, and I ended up keeping it.

I’m ready to be rid of it. After everything that’s happened, I don’t need any more reminders of Simon Snow. There’s no way he won’t avoid me now, and I try to tell myself it’s for the best.

I should make some tea.

PENNY

I’m exhausted when I get back to the apartment. The evening rush was hellish - we’d run out of filling for the eclairs, and I thought the roof was sure to fall it.

I might have been grateful if it had.

All I want to do is rip off my clothes, take a bath, and go to bed, but instead, Simon greets me at the door like a dejected dog, having another one of his stresses.

“He actually came into the bakery?” he asks, following me as I go into the kitchen to shove a piece of cake I’d stolen in the fridge. “Like, he was actually able to get through the door? I thought vampires had to be invited in.”

I look at him skeptically, furrowing my brows. “Simon - what? How is he a vampire? Aren’t vampires pale? His skin is nearly darker than mine.”

“With a widow’s peak like that, you’d doubt it?”

“He can’t help his hairline, Simon.” I’m too tired for this conversation. I continue to my room to put on my robe for the bath. Simon stays in the living room, but keeps talking to me, elevating his volume.

“Was he rude? Did he shove over the other customers in line? Did you see him put poison in my scone?”

“You ate it, didn’t you? You’re not dead yet. If you were, I’d have some peace right now.”

“It could be slow working!” I come out of my room, comfy in my fluffy yellow robe, and stare at Simon tiredly.

“He was incredibly polite, Simon. He complimented the one you gave him, and thanked me by name when he left. I don’t know what you’re getting so worked up over. He’s not out to kill you.”

“He’s a wanker, Penelope! You said it yourself, he’s endlessly contrary!” Simon leans over the back of the couch, spreading his arms at me wildly. “He’s trying to turn all the people in my life over to his side!”

“Simon, for the love of God.” I close myself in the bathroom and flick the lock loudly for good measure, making sure Simon hears it. I hear him groan, but he doesn’t keep trying to yell at me. I turn my music on loudly and start the bath water, sliding in before it’s finished filling and not minding the heat.

I glare at my nails. They’re caked with both flour and clay. That’s the struggle of being a sculptor - it’s all but ruined my hands and my nail beds. I try to let them soak in the bath, beneath the foaming fizz coming from my bath bomb, but I’m too fidgety. I dry my hands and reach for my phone, typing a quick text to Micah to see what he’s up to. Maybe I can convince him to bring me dinner.

Sure thing, he texts back almost immediately. Curry?

Perfect.

SIMON

This new job has honestly been really good. Even if it did take me a bit to figure out the register. It kept honking at me anytime someone tried to put their card in, and it took me too long to realize it was in the wrong mode.

Anna’s been very sweet, gently reminding me of things I forget when I need it. She blushes whenever I ask her a question and it’s kind of adorable.

It’s Wednesday, and we’re decorating the store for the event this evening, another one of the big local sales. Penny has two pieces she’s putting in, and I’m excited to see the party. I know a few of the other kids from the art school will be there, and I’m intrigued to see what they decide to sell, if I’d seen any of them hanging in the halls at school.

I can’t help but wonder if Baz will be there. Baz. Basil. I haven’t seen him since Monday with the whole scone thing. I figure he’s been holed up in his studio, being a recluse and hissing at sunlight, or whatever. I couldn’t help but take in the dark circles under his eyes the other day.

I don’t imagine he’ll be here - that would mean actually interacting with people. Smiling. Selling. I can’t fathom Baz willingly doing any of those things. The thought makes me snicker.

We’re closing up at seven for an hour, so we can all run home and put on nicer clothes. I end up taking a shower, trying to tame my curls to look a little more presentable, and dress in the smart suit Agatha helped me pick out. It’s sky blue, perfectly fitted, and I push the sleeves up to my elbows so my tattoos are visible. Blank ink wings, my designs, on the insides of both of my forearms. The white button-down underneath is well-fitted also, so if I get hot (which I tend to), I can easily take the jacket off and still look nice.

Penny finishes up about the same time, stepping out of her room and coughing. I look up from my phone and feel my jaw drop. She looks amazing. Her normally frizzy curls have been tamed into a sleek braided crown around her head. She’s wearing a deep green, flower-covered dress with a very vintage feel to it, with a boat neck and a natural waistline, and a pair of shiny heels finish the look.

“Holy shit, Penny,” I say, pushing up from the armchair, “you look - amazing. Seriously.”

“Such a way with words,” Penny says fondly, going to pick up the box holding her sculptures. I intercept, grabbing the box and slipping away.

“Uh-uh, no way you can carry these looking like that. I won’t have anything distracting Micah from how good you look!”

“He’s already my boyfriend, Simon, I don’t have to impress him anymore! Give me my stuff!”

“No way! I won’t drop them, Penn, I swear.” She glares at me, hands on her hips. “Penny. Trust me. I would never, ever let anything happen to these.” She finally relents about the time that there’s a knock on the door, and she goes to let Micah in. He comes into the room, raving about how good Penny looks, and I think he must have had a heads-up on her outfit. His suit complements her dress perfectly, a navy blazer with tan trousers, and a tie the exact green of her dress.

I like Micah, but the guy always makes me feel small. I’m not short, at a hundred and eighty-two centimeters, but Micah has to be nearly two hundred.

“Looking good, Simon,” Micah says, grinning at me with his blinding white teeth. “Working man. Congrats on the new job, dude.” He offers me his massive hand, and I grip it firmly, smirking.

“Thanks, Micah. Penny kind of forced me, but I’m glad she did.”

“I’m convinced she knows what’s best for both of us at this point. I’ve stopped arguing with her.”

“That is false, and you know it!” Penny calls from her room, where she’d left her clutch. “You argue with me constantly! About everything!”

“Only to keep you on your toes, babe!” She comes out of her room, snickering and shaking her head, and Micah stops her to press a kiss to her temple as she passes him.

“Ready then, boys? Simon can’t be late.”

Micah turns to me. “Want me to take her sculptures, man? I don’t mind carrying them.”

I shake my head. “No, no, I’ve got them, don’t worry.” He doesn’t argue, going to take Penny’s arm. I step out the door first, and they follow me out, locking up behind us.

When we get to the store a bit before eight, there’s hardly anyone there apart from the selling artists. Penny told me that people who aren’t selling don’t usually show up until eight-thirty or nine, so I’m not really surprised at how quiet it is. Anna is excited to see Penny, recognizing her from last time, and Penny takes a moment to introduce Anna to Micah. I continue on ahead, taking the sculptures to the spot where Penny wanted to set up, carefully placing the two beautiful sculptures on display before continuing to the back room.

My manager is back there, a big man named Alex, and he tells me my main role tonight is just greeting and talking to people, and making sure that the hors d’oeuvres and wine don’t run out. Which is fantastic, because I’m really good at talking to people.

I return to the main room, dazzled by how posh everyone looks, and approach one of the artists. It’s a boy I recognize from school, and Penny and Micah wander up and fold easily into the conversation. When it gets to eight o’clock, the door swings open, and I look over.

And there’s Baz, standing in the doorway and staring back at me, holding three canvases very carefully, another boy following him in and nearly running into him.

“Oi, Basil, go on, mate,” Simon hears the boy say behind Baz, and it’s like he gets an electric shock. He comes all the way inside and goes to set up, obviously used to the routine. I try not to watch him, but he looks so good in a fitted green and black suit (more posh than the rest of us) that I can’t really help it. I give him a few minutes to set up and get his bearings, before I excuse myself from my conversation and start over.

Baz actually meets me halfway, leaving his companion by his paintings, hidden from my view.

“Er, hi,” I say, trying for a smile, and it’s awkward. “I’d actually been wondering if you were going to be here.”

“I always come to these.” I’m startled, then look around the room for Penny, who could have (and should have) warned me. I find her watching us, looking smug. “But you’ve never been here before.”

“Oh. Well, no. I just started working here last week, and -”

“You work here?” Baz cuts me off, and I take a half step back. “Sorry, just - ehm, congratulations. On the new job. I’m in here all the time.”

“Oh! Thanks.” An uncomfortable pause settles over us, in which Baz adjusts the cuffs of his green blazer, a faint blush on his dark cheeks. “Thanks, by the way. For the other day.” Baz looks confused, so I add, “For the scone?”

A slight nod. “Just returning the favor.”

I figure he must be shit at things like this, but he’s actually working to be friendly. I make up my mind suddenly and offer Baz my hand. He stares at it like he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with it.

“How about a truce, Basil? It’s clear we can’t avoid each other, you seem to be basically everywhere I go anymore - and you seem like an okay bloke. Maybe not friends, yet. But not all this bickering. What do you think?”

He stares at me, so fucking cool, like he’s just mulling it over, weighing his options. Finally, like a swan lifting its head, he raises his hand and places it in mine. His skin is smooth and surprisingly cold, but his grip is solid. “Alright, then. A truce.”

BAZ

I don’t know what to do with myself now. I didn’t expect Snow to be at this sale, let alone looking so fucking good in that suit. The color perfectly balanced with his skin and his eyes, it was hard to look away. I’m not ready to admit how badly I’ve got it for this stupid boy, when I don’t even know if he’s gay or not.

We parted ways after shaking hands, which had been almost too much, and I returned to Dev.

“Who was that then?” he asks, having watched the whole unfortunate exchange. “Guy turned bright red when he saw you. Nearly matched his hair.” I look sharply at Dev.

“Did he really?”

“Yeah, mate, I figured he was your boyfriend or something. Or maybe that you two were just fucking, I dunno.”

I nearly choke, but pass it off as a scoff. “Don’t be so vulgar, Dev, good lord. That’s Si-, er, Snow. He’s an animator from school.”

“He sure did seem pretty animated.” I can’t deal with this, and I leave Dev again to wander the floor and look at some of the other artists’ works. Penelope is there, standing beside two pieces that really are quite good, with a black boy who nearly dwarfs me.

“Oh, Basil!” Penny calls me over like we’re friends, and maybe we are. I step over. “Baz, this is my boyfriend Micah. Micah, Basilton Pitch. He’s a spectacular painter.”

I shake Micah’s platter-sized hand, surprised by the compliment from Penelope. I didn’t realize she was even aware of my work.

“Baz. Nice to meet you.” American. A bit of a shock, but I don’t show a reaction. At least this confirms for me that Penelope isn’t Simon’s girlfriend.

“And you.” I clear my throat and step forward to look at the two pieces Penelope is selling, and they really are nice, but I don’t know enough about sculpture to give an educated compliment. “Those are lovely, Penelope. I can tell you put a lot of time and work into both of them.” She beams, and I think maybe I said something right for once. One of them is a smaller bust, with impeccable attention to detail, and I think she might have used Simon as a reference, because the nose and the hair look impressively familiar. The other is a bit more abstract, possibly two people embracing, but the colors are far more aggressive than the neutral grey of the bust.

I continue on, replying with a few quiet words to any greetings, but I keep mostly to myself. I’m painfully aware of Snow bouncing around the room like a hyper mutt, talking to pretty much everyone. I’ll glance at him now and then, because I’m weak, and always seem to catch him turning away, a blush spreading across the back of his neck.

Agatha shows up at some point, and she makes sure to say hi to me (and Dev, who’s awestruck by her), before going over to Penelope and hugging her and the American boyfriend.

I don’t see Snow again for another hour, when he finally wanders over, where Dev left me on my own to try his luck at flirting with Agatha, who clearly has no interest.

Simon smiles at me, shy again, and takes his time looking at the two paintings I have remaining. The flowering one sold almost immediately, to an older woman I didn’t recognize, and who gave me far more than my asking price. When his eyes slide to the dancer, I freeze, remembering where the idea came from. He goes stiff as well, leaning closer to the canvas.

“That’s -” He doesn’t continue, looking at me in alarm.

“I saw your animation reel at the student showcase.” No point in hiding anything now. “The ballerina clip… it was hauntingly beautiful.” He runs his hands through his hair, looking back at my canvas as I continue. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wasn’t really thinking about it when I made this. But I realized when I finished, I’d tried to draw some of the emotion out of yours.”

He’s quiet for a long moment after I finish explaining, and I’m worried he’s going to get mad at me for plagiarizing or something. Instead, the eyes that turn to me are like pools of warm water, flickering under the surface, and I’m instantly drawn in. “Baz, this is - amazing. Really. You somehow captured - everything. All of it.” He looks back at it, and my heart catches.

This is too much of a soft moment for my cold, dead heart. “But the bit after the ballerina - two stick figures having a fight? Really? I was ready to shut the laptop off when that came up and ruined the mood.” He looks up at me, brows furrowed, but the look didn’t sit like anger.

“Two stick figures? What are you talking about? I didn’t put that in my reel.” I narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out if he’s messing with me.

“Yeah, the clip immediately after the ballerina was two really shit looking stick figures beating the shit out of each other. You don’t remember?”

His eyes widen in sudden realization. “Fuck. Fuck! I hadn’t meant to leave that in! I’d put it in there as a joke when I sent it to Penny - I must have set up the wrong file.” He claps his hand to his forehead, bursting out in sudden laughter. “No wonder you wanted to shut it off! Christ, that’s embarrassing. I can’t believe that shit was playing at the showcase.”

I’m breathless, because watching him laugh is such a fucking gift. A gift from the universe that I don’t deserve. His whole body goes into it, his head going back and his legs tilting. I knew he was an idiot, though. Somehow, this doesn’t surprise me.

“Amazing. I’m almost impressed by your ineptitude, Snow. Such lovely work, and you manage to fuck it up.” He looks at me, ready to fight, but realizes I’m teasing and grins, breathing out a weak laugh.

“That’s me, the inept, lovely idiot,” he chuckles, and I wish I could tell him how much I agree.

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dilly-dally-drabbles · 6 years

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Headcanons for the chocobros reacting to their s/o coming home drunk and telling them to back off because they have a boyfriend, like "I have a boyfriend! and you better watch out because he will kick your ass" when they try to undress their s/o and get their ass in bed 😂

Tbh, you gotta be really out of it to not recognise your own bf 😂 I hope you like it!

NOCTIS • Have you ever been that drunk that when you try to be quiet you just make the loudest noises? • Well that’s how you’ll enter the apartment after your night on the town • It’ll be late and all that noise has woken up our sleepy prince • He’ll find you sat on the couch trying (failing) to take off your shoes and come to help you • “How much did you drink?” • He’s gonna be very quiet while he tries to get you to go to the bedroom • You’ll be all over the place • Walking in straight lines doesn’t exist anymore • He’ll finally get you sat on the bed and tries to, at least, get your coat off • You’re pushing him away by his face and shoulders • “No!!! I have a boyfriend!” • He’s finally got your coat off, but has given up • You fall back onto the bed • He lets you sleep in your clothes tonight • But he’s gonna be grumpy about it

PROMPTO • He always stays up late, waiting for you, when you go out of a night • He worries about you • So when you come home, out of your face • He’s gonna be both worried and amused • Camera at the ready • He wants you to know about this when you wake up tomorrow • “Babe, let me take your coat” • “You’re cute but I have a boyfriend, and he’s cuter” • He’s gonna blush like crazy • You manage to get your coat off and you start fumbling around with your shoes • He’s straight over, helping you out • “Hey! I told you I have a boyfriend!” • Pls don’t yell at Prom • He knows you’re not yourself, so he doesn’t take it to heart, but that doesn’t mean he won’t flinch at the noise • He’ll follow you around the apartment as you go to the bedroom • Prom hears a thud and sees you just flopped out on the bed • He snaps a quick picture and leaves you to it, he’ll tell you about it tomorrow

GLADIO • Honestly, Gladdy won’t let you go out on a pub crawl without him • For two reasons: • 1) He wants to make sure you’re okay. 2) He wants to be in on the fun too. • But this time he had other stuff he needed to do, so he had to cancel • He’ll text you throughout the night to make sure you’re okay, and tell you if anyone starts hitting on you, he’ll kick their ass • When you get home, he’ll come right to you, happy you’re back, until he sees that state you’re in • He’ll come right over and start taking your coat off • You struggle and squirm and tell him to back off • He’s not very impressed • You sit on the couch and slip off your shoes • “C’mon, babe, time for you to go to bed” • He’s not gonna take any snap from you tonight, not while you’re like this • He’ll pick you up and sling you over his shoulder • “PUT ME DOWN! MY BOYFRIEND WILL KICK YOUR ASS!!” • “I’m sure he would, but he’s a bit busy trying to deal with you right now.” • He’ll put you down on the bed and close the bedroom door • Gladio will sleep on the couch • But guy won’t even get you a glass of water tonight • “Tomorrows hangover will teach them not to drink that much again.”

IGNIS • Honestly, Iggy will be a bit like Gladio • He’s gonna be disappointed that you went over your limit • You’ve never come home this drunk before so he’ll be surprised at first • When he goes to take your coat and you move away, telling him you already have a boyfriend • He’ll act the part of a stranger • “May I take your coat?” • You smile and hand him your coat • While he’s hanging it up, you stumble into the bedroom and flop on the bed • It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep • Ignis will make get you a glass of water and a biscuit or two • He’ll bring them into the bedroom on a tray and wake you up • Being less drunk than you were half hour ago • He’ll help you get changed into your pyjamas • Ignis won’t say much while you’re still drunk, but he’ll make sure your make up is off and that you’ve tried to eat a biscuit • He’ll leave the water and some pain killers by your bedside for the massive hangover that will greet you in the morning • And leave you to sleep it out

~~ Highwind

#ffxv scenarios #ffxv headcanons #ffxv #ffxv imagines #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum #ignis x reader #ignis scientia #prompto x reader #prompto argentum #gladio x reader #gladio amicitia

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remsyk-blog · 6 years

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Volunteer Work

Inspired by conversations that were unintentionally hilarious in nature.

Summary: Trowa, university professor and all around nice guy, volunteered to help with Midnight Breakfast, a little something the faculty does for students during finals week.

Most of the chatting in this was actual conversation, with a few minor edits, so any spelling/punctuation mistakes are intentional

Trowa walked into the student center, far too early to be fashionable. He glanced around the large space, then sighed, resigning himself to waiting on one of the various benches lining the hall.

It was better than standing around like one of the awkward teens he was here to feed.

Why he had ever volunteered was a question he asked himself more times than he cared to count, starting from the moment his lips betrayed him with a single word.

With another sigh, he pulled out his phone, pulling up the group chat that kept up permanent residence on his home screen. A quick glance showed the others were online, or at the very least, had their chat open as well. He brought the phone to face level and snapped a quick photo, shooting it off to the others.

At the student center about to makes eggs for the youths. This is my excited face.

He sat back and waited, and wasn’t surprised Duo was the first to answer.

Duo: Nah, that’s your ‘Wtf am I doing here face’. I can tell by that gleam in your eye.

Trowa snorted, waiting as the status changed, indicating someone else was typing.

Wufei: They better appreciate you

Quatre: ^^^^^

He quirked a grin, quickly typing his response.

I’m sure they will, free food and all

Most of my students are on the verge of nervous breakdowns because of the workload so they will appreciate the hell out of it

“Oh good! I’m so glad you made it!”

Trowa looked up to the woman standing in front of him, her relief clear. He moved to stand, but she waved him down.

“You volunteered to do eggs, right?”

“Yes?” Trowa answered hesitantly, sensing a ‘but’ in her statement.

“Could you do us a huge favor and make the pancakes instead?” she wrung her hands, watching him expectantly. “Jackie’s never done pancakes, but said she can do the eggs easily.”

Trowa suppressed a sigh, knowing it would only stress the poor woman more if he told her the truth. “Sure, I’ll make pancakes.”

She let out a huge sigh, shoulders sagging as a smile cracked her face. “Oh thank god. Thank you!”

He nodded, then waited until she left before snatching his phone, the thin thread of panic pushing his fingers to blinding speed.

I got switched to pancakes!

Fuck me

I just pour in and don’t let it turn brown right?

The response was thankfully immediate.

Quatre: Pancakes are easy

Trowa quirked an eyebrow at the statement.

Are there rules?

Quatre: No rules

Quatre: You just look

Trowa frowned thoughtfully at his screen. That sounded simple enough.

Okay, I can do this.

Duo: It has little bubbles in the center when done

Duo: XD

Quatre: You can def do it

Duo: I have all the confidence in you

Quatre: But the bubbles! When they pop and leave little holes they are ready to flip

Duo:^^^

Duo: That’s a much better way of explaining it

Trowa blinked at the rapid fire responses crawling up his screen, the two hellions bouncing information off each other faster than he could react. So, just watch for bubbles. That didn’t sound difficult. Until he realized the second part.

Oh shit

When do I know the post flipped side is done?

Quatre: When the bubbles pop like that it means the batter is done all the way through except the exposed side

It was then the final member of their group decided to join in.

Heero: I have no experience with pancakes

Trowa bit the inside of his cheek to stifle his snort. He was surprised he answered at all. Meanwhile, Quatre continued his instructions.

Quatre: So just flip and cook long enough to brown

Trowa checked the clock, then stowed his phone as he rose, making his way to the line of tables set up on the far side of the main hall. He found the woman who had spoken to him earlier, the Director of Student Life, if he remembered correctly. She looked up as he approached.

“I was just about to come get you,” she nodded to a skillet set up at the end of the table. “You’re station is ready. We’re just waiting for them to bring out the batter, then you can start.”

He looked over the arrangement, then made a snap decision.

“Do you have any piping bags?”

She paused, staring at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Piping bags,” he repeated patiently. “So I can make designs.”

She blinked at him a moment longer, then finally found her voice. “How Pinterest of you.”

It was Trowa’s turn to blink, feeling vaguely insulted as she turned away, mumbling to herself. He frowned, then found a nearby chair, deciding to sit and wait for his batter to arrive. Once settled, he pulled his phone out once more, already anticipating the reactions from the others.

I asked if they had piping bags so I could do cool designs

Wufei: Oh my god

Trowa quirked a grin and pressed on.

The director of student life looked at me like I was insane

And said “how Pinterest of you”

Quatre: You are insane!

Duo’s response was simply a row of laughing emojis, stretching Trowa’s smirk.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more insulted.

But Christmas tree pancakes would be cool, right?

Duo: Never done this before, let me

Duo: Pipe some cool ass designs

Well, when put that way, Trowa thought with a smile, it did seem rather ridiculous.

Go big or go home.

Heero: Omfg Trowa

Wufei: Just make pancakes holy fuck

If he were less reserved, or Duo or Quatre, he would be holding his sides from laughing. Their reactions made the night more bearable before it had even begun.

SHE doesn’t know I’ve never done this before

Duo: I’m dying right now

Quatre: How Pinterest of you? That’s amazing

Trowa looked up thoughtfully, eyeing the griddle for a moment before replying.

I bet I can still drizzle with the pitcher of batter

Or end up with a solid square of pancake…

If I put the batter in a vinyl glove will it taste awful?

He couldn’t help it; he grinned at the screen, waiting for his feed to explode.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Duo: This is getting batter and batter

Duo: I have no idea

Trowa could picture him grinning like a loon, his full bellied laughs echoing through the room.

Wufei: Do not do that

Wufei: Just make pancakes

The image of Wufei scowling at his phone rose in his mind.

Quatre: At least until you get the hang of it then you can have fun but if you don’t know what you’re doing they’ll be raw dough in the middle

Duo: ^^^

Heero: Jfc Trowa

Heero: Master a normal pancake first

“Okay, everything’s ready.”

Trowa tucked his phone away and made his way to his station, thoughtfully eyeing the two pitchers of pancake batter.

“Just get a stack ready,” she pointed to the empty tray next to the skillet. “Then you can make more as needed.”

He nodded, hefting the first pitcher. He poured on the batter, replaying the instructions as he watched the thick liquid solidify and bubble. He waited a minute longer, then flipped the pancake, frowning at the dark brown color. Trowa cut down his wait and flipped the finished pancake into the tray, noting the lighter brown on the second side.

Not bad for his first attempt.

After a few more tries, he decided to try for the designs. The pitcher was unwieldy, but he drizzled the batter in loops, an easier feat with half the batter gone. He flipped the finished pancake in with the others, a satisfied smirk in place.

He finished a few more, then pulled out his phone once more, snapping a picture of the finished products.

Who needs a piping bag

Duo: Not bad at all

Quatre: I’m very impressed tbh

Trowa smiled and put the device away one final time, nodding his thanks to the professor who switched out his empty pitcher for a new one. He could see the students milling around at the entry, clutching their books and bags, looking more like zombies than living beings.

It was going to be a long night, but now he didn’t feel so bad about volunteering.

Inspired by @claraxbarton @maevemauvaise and @kangofu-cb

@chronicwhimsy See what sort of shenanigans happen when you’re away?

#volunteer work #my fanfics #trowa barton #chat fic #gundam wing #im gonna call this a shitpost #god this was fun to write though #thisweekingundamwing

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mqteo · 6 years

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what up, im honey, im 21, and i never fucking learned how to read–– just kidding! i wish i could say im usually funnier than this, but honestly a good 85% of my daily conversations are just vine quotes, so. what you see is, sadly, what you get. anyway my timezone is gmt +8 which means i will probably be around at weird hours but i’ll make this work... somehow... aNYWAY, y’all are here for mateo, not for me so lemme just get on with it asldhfkl

WAIT, IS THAT FROY GUTIERREZ WALKING THE STREETS OF ROME ? OH, THAT’S JUST MATEO ÁLVAREZ QUINTANA, THE TWENTY YEAR OLD WHO’S KNOWN AROUND ROME AS THE MOUNTEBANK ! I’VE HEARD THAT THEY’RE FROM MADRID, SPAIN AND SPEND THEIR TIME WRITING AND RECORDING MUSIC IN THEIR APARTMENT. I WONDER HOW THEY LIVE UP TO THEIR EPITHET ?

BACKSTORY:

nicolas quintana and moira álvarez met and fell in love in cancun. nicolas had been there on vacation, but by the time he returned to spain, he had a wife and a baby on the way with him.

for all the talk about how nicolas and moira were young and crazy (read: stupid) in love, they were happy together, and mateo was proof of that love.

he had a fairly normal childhood, and when he was a little older, nicolas and moira had a second baby. they let mateo name her, and from the moment he first set eyes on her, mateo knew that he would love baby nina with all of his heart.

when mateo was 12, nicolas was diagnosed with stomach cancer. the cancer had been detected early, his prospects were good. or at least, that’s what they had been told. but nicolas’ cancer was especially aggressive, and after 2 years of treatments that never quite worked, nicolas passed away.

it was devastating, the worst thing to ever happen to their happy little family. but moira didn’t have time to grieve for her husband. she had two young children to look after, and the cancer treatments had left them swaddled with debt.

money was stretched thin. moira juggled several jobs, and mateo took up part-time jobs. time and time again, mateo offered to quit school so that he could work full-time, but moira was determined to give both her children the education she never got.

mateo knew that medical school was expensive, and as much as he loved his mother, he knew that she would not be able to put both him and nina through school. so he made a decision.

mateo, once a straight A student, started acting out in school. he stopped handing in his assignments, started picking fights instead. after a particularly nasty one that involved mateo trying to take on the entire football team, he was expelled. it broke poor moira’s heart, but mateo refused to let his mother work herself to death and if this was what it took for him to be able to relieve some of the financial burdens then he’d grit his teeth and shoulder the disappointment.

he went through a couple of low paying jobs, but eventually landed one with a catering company that had decent pay, even if the working hours were absolute shit. it was at one of the events he catered at that he met paloma.

paloma was a lovely older woman –– in retrospect, she couldn’t have been much older than early thirties, but mateo was younger then, too. she easily had at the very least a decade on him. it had been a wedding reception, and paloma had sat alone at the bar for most of it. despite the presence of a bartender right in front of her, she kept calling mateo over whenever he worked the room with a tray of champagne.

at first mateo didn’t think much of it, but when she slipped him a hundred euros in tip halfway through the night, it gave mateo an idea. he started paying a bit more attention to her, worked his charm a little more, and before the end of the night, he slipped his number into her purse.

and that’s what he’s been doing ever since. at first he’d use his catering job as a front to pick up lonely rich women (and men), but eventually he’d gotten enough money out of his marks that he didn’t need the catering job anymore.

moira found out about what mateo was doing when one particularly generous man paid off the family’s medical debts in full. she wasn’t happy about it, because she wanted more for mateo, but for the first time in years they were living comfortably, and mateo assured her that even if it sucked that he had to do it, it was still his choice, and that he just wanted to provide a better life for her too.

mateo moved to rome a little over a year ago, after meeting bella, a lovely italian woman who preferred his company to her busy ceo husband’s. even though that relationship ended, mateo chose to stay in rome indefinitely.

PERSONALITY:

mateo is… confusing, to say the least. he’s not exactly mean or anything, but he’s never really nice either. he’s always been good with people, and he makes use of that social skill to adjust his personality to suit whoever it is that he’s with so that they’ll like him.

even before their financial status became really dire, they weren’t exactly super well-off, so he’s always been pretty money-minded. his only loyalty is to himself and his family.

he’s a mama’s boy through and through, and he’s unashamed of it?? also the best big brother ever, like, half the time when his sugar daddies/mommies ask him what he wants he’s just like “can i get _____ for my sister” (the other half of the time he’s requesting stuff for his mother tbh)

but as much as he loves his mother and sister, don’t ever for a second mistake mateo for someone soft. mateo looks like an angel, and often acts like one to get what he wants, but he’s quite far from actually being angelic.

basically, he evaluates people based on their usefulness to him, and if they can’t offer him anything, they’re not worth his time/effort. but he’d never go out of his way to antagonise anyone, just in case he might need something from them later down the line.

he enjoys making music, and he’s surprisingly good at it. he spent so much of his formative teen years busting his ass off to make ends meet that he never really had time to explore hobbies, or learn how to deal with feelings. writing and recording music is pretty much the only outlet for his feelings. he has a couple of songs that he’ll let people listen to if they ask, but most of his songs are super personal, and he’d literally die before letting anyone else listen to them.

but the bottom line that mateo is just a really chill dude, who’s almost always down to do anything. he is That Friend™ you can call at 3am to invite on an impromptu road trip and he’d probably be ready in fifteen minutes.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

this is a cop out i’m sorry asldhfl but it’s late and im tIRED and i cant think of any good ones besides the super generic ones, but im leaving this section here in case i wake up inspired in the morning. but im just gonna put out there and i’m, like mateo, almost always down for anything. if there’s any wanted connection you have that you think mateo could fill, just lemme know!!

ok if you made it till the end,,, congratulations and ily. i’m tired as heck so i’m probs gonna go to sleep (i.e. lie in bed and reply to any messages to plot until i pass out from sheer exhaustion) but pls like the post if you want me to hit you up!! or if you’re feeling particularly inspired, plsplspls hit me up, either on the IMs here or on discord it doesnt matter to me. i’m excited!!

#ephq;intro #this got rly long im so sORRY #im tired this is not proofread #there are probs dumb mistakes but #it be like that sometimes

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chanyoel-archive · 7 years

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Princess (m)

• words: 5.1k • genre: college au, smut • pairing: chanyeol x reader (ft sehun) • a/n: ok this is my first ever fic so please bare with me, i’m more of a editor than a writer tbh lmao. it might become a series so if you like it please like and comment~

You dreaded at the thought of your project deadline being moved a week earlier. You only had two more weeks to get the project finished and thinking about it just made you anxious.

It was a Thursday morning and you weren’t in the best of moods, the stress was now taking over you, meaning that you had hardly got any sleep last night which made you wake up later than usual forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your first lecture of the day. On the way, you grabbed a coffee and somehow made it to class. The project room was on the other side of the campus, but the coffee played a huge part in keeping you active. You take a seat at the left side of the room which was by the door.

Since you were majoring in drama you had to take lots of notes and listen to every lecture, which is of course the worst part about studying drama. Another downside to this course was the cocky brat who always came into the class later than everyone else causing you to be distracted. There was always one seat left – next to you.

Twenty minutes into the lecture and he comes strolling into the classroom, dropping his heavy bag onto the table beside you. The chair scraped across the floor as he pulled it out from the table and slumped down while taking his time taking his notebooks out. You were becoming irritated, but chose to ignore it and brushed it off by rolling your eyes.

“Mr Oh, you’re twenty minutes late again, care to explain?” the lecturer asked him softly. She had a big soft spot for him which was really infuriating since he got away with murder. She was quite young, so you wouldn’t be shocked if she had a crush on him.

A charming grin appeared on his face. “It won’t happen again, I just slept in, I’m sorry.”

She sighed. “Okay. Please be in time tomorrow?”

“Yes.” He nodded and smiled firmly.

He used the same lame excuse every time and somehow it worked. Normally you would ignore it and just focus on your work but the stress was worse than ever and this was just the cherry on top. He skipped class and was always leaving early but the teachers never caught on. Sehun was really talented and everything seemed easy and effortless for him which annoyed you and cutting class didn’t affect his grade at all. You ignored his whole existence by having both earphones in and music blasting loudly. About an hour into the lecture you felt someone tap on your shoulder and leaning in closer to you. Pausing, you take out one of your earphones.

“Hey, so there’s this party and I was wondering if you wanted to come?” he winked at you and slung his bag over his shoulder hovering over you while waiting for an answer.

“Um, yeah can I bring someone?” You asked smiling.

“Of course, the more the merrier! See you tomorrow night.” He caressed your shoulder and left the class.

As usual Sehun left the class and you made a soppy story up to cover his ass. Why bother?

After the lecture had finished you headed back to your dorm and again grabbed a coffee to keep you awake for the rest of the day. As you entered the residence halls and found yourself on the fourth floor where your dorm was, you saw him with his guitar and scrunched up papers around him.

Park Chanyeol is majoring in music at Korea National University of Arts. Even though he was popular amongst the girls, he doesn’t show much affection since music is his number one priority in life.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. He looked absolutely ethereal with his bright auburn hair and his dorky smile. You were intrigued but nonetheless smitten by his music. He was tall and lanky but somewhat muscular. Your eyes trailed down his body to his delicious thighs. Your mind started to drift on its own accord and soon enough you could feel a tingling sensation between your legs. But before you could get too carried away you shook yourself back into reality. As you walked down the hall to your dorm you could feel eyes on you piercing through your clothing.

Yours and Chanyeol’s room were directly across from each other but you’ve never spoke to him once. He was stood outside your dorms strumming at his guitar trying to find that perfect melody. You glanced at him as you forced your key into the door, he had his guitar pick stuck between his lips and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. His eyes landed on you and you quickly returned to unlocking your door as if nothing happened, you rushed to get inside but your door was sticking. While using all your strength to get inside, you felt a warm body pressed against your back as the door flew open. You turn to face him and he cocks his head to the side. Your lips were now mere centimetres away from his. You were so close, Chanyeol swore he could almost taste the flavour of the peach chapstick on your lips. You moved away from him quicker than the flash and slammed the door shut straight in his face.

You paced around the room trying to take in what just happened. You decided to forget about it and begin the project that was due in two weeks. A couple of coffees down the line and you decided to go to sleep - you’ve done about four to five hours of studying and tomorrow was just another day at university.

The next morning, you were sat in the project room and once again there was no sign of Sehun. You decided to wear a loose tank top and jeans but you realised it was a big mistake when you felt your cheeks flush at the skin on skin contact.

“You still on for tonight?” He grinned placing his bag down gently on the desk while he sat down as usual and brought out his notebook. You peeked over slyly, in awe of how organised and neat his notes were in a tattered book. He seemed different today. He was only five minutes late instead of fifteen and seemed less cocky that usual.

You shook your head and gave a small smile. “Yes.” Your hand went to rub behind your neck awkwardly. After the awkward silence, you put your earphones in and began to continue from where you left off last night. But your mind trailed off to the Chanyeol incident and you couldn’t help but grin and blush.

As you were packing your things away, Sehun stood behind his chair, unmoving, his stuff already in his backpack, that was slung lazily over his shoulders as always. When you were done, you glanced up at him and coughed to get his attention.

“So, I’ll see you tonight then?” You shyly smiled.

“Indeed, you will.” He smirked as he finally moved out the way.

You left the class without another word, he was too cocky for you and you couldn’t handle a longer conversation with him. You decided to take a break from studying and head somewhere to chill out.

You were seated in the corner of a small café on the campus, your fingers drumming on the table nervously as you saw Chanyeol sat in the opposite corner with his guitar and a tray of food.

After a few minutes, you got up to leave the café - it’s time to get back to studying. Throwing away your coffee cup in the bin and gave a short glance to Chanyeol before leaving.

Hours flew by and you realised that you now had to get ready for this party Sehun kept gossiping about. You swore to yourself you were only going to see what the fuss was about.

You jumped into the shower and sang your heart out without a care in the world. You then wrapped a towel around you and kept your music to a minimal tone so that only you could hear it. You tie your wet hair up out of your face and hum to the music. Just as soon as you were about to change you heard the door knock. You cocked your head to the side, unsure of who would be knocking on your door at this time of night. As you opened the door you saw Chanyeol stood there and you gasped.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you but my shower isn’t working can I use yours?” His deep-toned voice spoke with an embarrassed look on his face.

You glanced at your towel and held onto it for dear life. “Yeah sure.”

You left the door open as he voluntarily walked into your room and stood in front of you without a word.

“So the bathroom is right behind you, there’s a spare towel on the rack if you want to use that but you can also use your own.” You spoke without taking a breath.

He chuckled. “Okay, thanks.”

Without another word, he went into the shower and you ran around like a crazy woman shoving on the party clothes you had prepared hours before. You took the hair tie out of your hair and let your wet hair dangle below your shoulders. Ten minutes later, Chanyeol came out the bathroom with a towel covering his bottom half, and you couldn’t take your eyes off his abs, you were left flustered.

“If you wanted to take a look, you only need to ask, Princess” He smirks.

You simply turned around to face the wall, keeping your expression blank as possible.

He steps closer to you when he receives no response. “Why? Just looking at it doesn’t interest you?” He asks. “I’d let you touch them, if you’d like” He whispers into your ear and you cringe internally upon hearing that sentence but also feel a tingling sensation between your legs, again.

His light breath tickles the shell of your ear and makes a shiver run throughout your body but no you will not let Park Chanyeol win. Chanyeol finds himself resisting the urge to bite on his bottom lip at the sight of your slightly parted lips.

You move your head until your lips were hovering a few inches away from the shell of his ear. “If I were you I’d head back to your dorm before you regret it.” You smile as you shove him away from you.

Chanyeol stumbles backwards and he grabs the edge of your desk to steady himself. He inches closer again and you press a finger to his forehead to stop him from coming any closer.

“Ah you’re so fun to mess with, Princess” He smiles as he pinches your cheek.

“Chanyeol, get out,” You shout. He laughs with his arms held up in surrender as he backs away from you.

Before you know it he was gone. You could feel your whole body flustered and you could feel a slight wetness coming from your sex but you chose to ignore it and continue to get ready for the party. After applying your make up and straightening your hair, you got all your things together as you left your room.

You stood amongst a small group of people all with red solo cups in hand. Your best friend Liv had a bit too much to drink but she had been at the party longer than you. After a few minutes you excused yourself from the group to go refill your cup. You were staring at the counter full of cheap liquor where there was so many to choose from. Just as you were about to grab the vodka and pour some into your cup when a voice from behind startled you.

“They actually keep the good stuff under the sink.” You turned around to see who the voice belonged too.

There he was standing in front of you wearing a button up shirt and skinny jeans. In awe, you couldn’t manage to get words to come out of your mouth and when he noticed you weren’t going to respond he knelt down and plucked a bottle from under the kitchen sink.

He walked over to you and poured some of the contents into your cup. You looked at him a tad bit confused and you could feel your cheeks start to heat up. Why were you acting like this? He was a huge dick towards you earlier. Why are you still getting affected? You stood there in silence, not saying a word until he finally spoke.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier. I was just caught up in the moment.” He said smiling at you.

Gosh his smile was amazingly dreamy. You stood still saying nothing. He chuckled and mumbled. “You’re cute.” Before turning around to grab the bottle of coke and pouring some into yours and his cups.

You were so embarrassed about earlier events but also really turned on by his presence. You were making a total fool of yourself. You needed to get out of that kitchen as soon as possible before you embarrassed yourself even more.

“Thanks” you managed to mumble out.

You bolted out of the kitchen before anything else could happen. Hoping that you would never bump into him again and forget all encounters with him.

Instead of looking for Liv you decided to go into the garden to get some fresh air. You really didn’t want to be at this party and there was no way you were leaving Liv here on her own with all these men. So, you decided to take a seat in the backyard and scroll through your phone.

“Y/N!!!!” you heard a familiar voice shout.

You glance up to see Sehun with a beer bottle in the air looking absolutely drunk. You chuckled to yourself and waved at him.

“You made it!!” He shouted once again.

“Yes. It’s kind of hectic inside.” You replied pointing to the house.

“Loosen yourself up Y/N. You deserve it.” He smirked. “I’ll see you later.” He left.

After half an hour, you decided to go back into the party. You figured Liv would be wondering where you are, but knowing her she’d probably be too drunk to remember you’re here. You walked back inside and found Liv stood in the corner making out with some guy. You rolled your eyes and sat down on the chair.

You saw Sehun once again approaching you but this time with Chanyeol, oh great.

“Hey, Y/N this is Chanyeol.” He pointed over at Chanyeol.

Chanyeol winked at you which left you flustered and extended his hand out to you.

“Nice to properly meet you, princess.” He grinned as you shook his hand.

“Likewise.” You responded.

Sehun looked at us both with a confused look sprawled across his face.

“Have you guys met before?” He questioned.

Chanyeol answered before you could get a word in. “Actually, the other day I had to-“

Before Chanyeol could finish his sentence, you spoke over him. “We met each other in the kitchen.” You smiled.

You started to feel your cheeks beginning to blush again. You couldn’t understand why he had this effect on you. Luckily Sehun didn’t notice that you were blushing.

Tonight, you were downing one drink after the other, and you knew tomorrow morning you’d regret it. You were stood at the living room entrance watching Liv have the night of her life on the dance floor.

“Let’s dance.” You felt a hand grab your wrist as he pulled you into the crowd.

You then noticed that the voice belonged to Chanyeol and you felt butterflies fluttering within your stomach. A few dances and drinks later and you were now feeling a little different from your usual self. Your ass began to grind on Chanyeol’s crotch and you enjoyed every second of it. As you did, you felt his member hardening between your legs so you began to grind on it more, forming a smile across your lips. Your bodies were becoming closer than before, you could feel his breath against the nape of your neck which sent shivers down your body. You wanted him right there and then but you didn’t give in that easy, you wanted him to have taste of his own medicine.

You turned around and you were yet again inches away from his face and you couldn’t help but stare at his heavenly plump lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly but you stopped yourself since you didn’t want to be the centre of gossip.

You hesitantly pulled away from him taking one last look, damn you thought.

Someone had told you that Liv went home because she had too much to drink so you decided to go home too. You noticed that Chanyeol was a bit drunk too so you both went home together since you both lived across from each other. Succeeding the walk back to the residence halls you both made it outside your dorms.

You and Chanyeol had spent most of the night together and you felt like you knew him more than what you thought. You both stood there in silence not saying a word and you felt your heart beating faster than usual.

“Good-“

You don’t give him the time to finish his sentence, choosing to smash your lips against his. He grunts as you push him against the nearest wall, his head hitting the wall with a soft thud. Chanyeol responds almost instantly, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he feels you tug at his soft locks. He brings up one hand to cup your check, to slow down the pace and you whine disapprovingly not liking how intimate this was getting already.

He pulls away from you as you drag him into your dorm room.

“Slow down Princess” He whispers before he begins to leave a trail of open mouth kisses down your neck. You whimper involuntarily when you feel his hand slip under your t-shirt to knead one of your breasts.

Your hand moves around to the front of his pants where you begin to undo the button of his jeans, trying to speed up the process. He tries to ignore you but when you start to palm him through his jeans, he bites down harshly on your neck before his tongue quickly glides over the spot to soothe the pain. You flinch from the pain and tug his head away from your neck by grabbing a fistful of his hair.

He tugs your chin towards him, smirking again before crashing his lips against yours. This time he doesn’t take his time, his lips move greedily against yours sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip. You swipe once, twice against his bottom lip before he grants your entrance. Your tongues swirl around battling each other for dominance, and the only thing you can hear is your greedy moans as his hand slips between the two of you to rub at your core through your jeans. You roll your hips forward needily, craving more friction.

You moan once more into the kiss and Chanyeol decides he can’t wait any longer. He grabs your thigh, fingernails digging into your skin as he hoists you up. Your thighs wrap around him automatically and he begins moving forward, all the time never leaving your lips.

He sets you down on your bed and his arms leave you momentarily only to pull his shirt over his head and you do the same to your shirt. You move backwards by your elbows until you feel the pillows behind you and Chanyeol follows, hovering above you.

“Fuck,” He pants, leaving sloppy kisses starting from your neck and down the valley of your breasts, stopping only to unclasp your bra which he tosses off the bed. You shut your eyes, biting down on your bottom lips to muffle your desperate moans. He continues, leaving open mouth kisses on your breast, sucking at your skin, leaving marks that will surely be dark purple tomorrow.

“Chanyeol,” You moan, grabbing his free hand to guide it down towards your core. “More,” You breathe out. You feel him against your skin as he unbuttons your jeans, his knee putting pressure against your sex. He moves down leaving kisses that stop at your navel and he tugs your jeans, along with your panties off. You lay there excited for what’s to come next but you feel Chanyeol’s hands leave you altogether so you whine in protest.

“Chanyeol,” you groan. “I don’t have time for games.”

“I’m just taking the time to admire your body,” He smirks, his fingers teasing at your folds.

Without warning he plunges two fingers into you and you almost scream out in delight. He brings his thumb around to rub slowly around your clit and you feel the room start to spin. He glances up to see you loll your head backwards, lips slowly parting as you feel a knot build at the bottom of your stomach and he feels his jeans tighten.

“Fuck, Chanyeol.”

The room is filled with only the sound of squelching as Chanyeol continues to thrust his fingers into you. He soon replaces his thumb with his tongue and you moan his name repeatedly, struggling to contain yourself. You can tell he’s already smirking as he uses his tongue to swirl around your clit. Your hips buck up and you’re practically grinding down on his tongue so he places a palm across your stomach to stop you from squirming.

“Behave, Princess,” You hear him hum and you try to relax but you can’t stop the shivers of pleasure that run down your spine.

The knot building at the pit of your stomach tightens and your vision goes hazy as you feel yourself reaching your climax. He thrusts his fingers into you with more urgency as your moans grow more and more frequent, knowing that you were reaching your high soon.

“Chanyeol, I’m—“

“Mmm, come for me, Princess,” He hums against your folds.

A few more swirls around your clit is all it takes for him to send you tumbling over the edge. You let out a long moan, as your thighs begin shaking as you reach your release. Chanyeol thrusts his fingers slowly into you, letting you ride out your high. You feel his hot breath against your core as he removes his fingers, he licks every drop of your juice from his fingers and you find yourself shivering with delight.

After drawing in a few deep breaths, you look up to see Chanyeol licking his lips, his chin glistening with your fluids. Seeing him that way stirs something inside of you. You place your hand behind his neck, pulling him down towards you to kiss him slowly.

You bite lightly at his bottom lip as you pull away, pushing him onto his back before leaving a few more kisses down his jaw, licking up the remnants of what was dripping off his chin. You move towards his neck, leaving a long stripe as you continue to inch downwards and you hear him inhale sharply as shivers at the cold trail you have left behind. You take your time, slowly shimmying your way down until your lips hover just above his dick. He watches with fully blown out pupils as you use your teeth to drag down the zip of his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N that’s so hot,” He moans.

You pull off his jeans and boxers in one swift movement and you watch his member flip up onto his abdomen. Chanyeol hurriedly kicks off his jeans and boxers that were pooling by his ankles and you lick your lips as you eye his member, spreading the bead of precum leaking from his tip.

You leave kitten licks across his tip and he grunts in annoyance. You continue teasing him, using your teeth to lightly scathe down the side of his member carefully.

“Stop teasing, Princess,” He whines and you laugh lightly.

You lick a long stripe up the side of his member before hollowing out your cheeks to take in as much of him as you can and you hear Chanyeol let out a light whimper. You bob your head up & down, using your tongue to swirl around his dick. The breathy moans that leave his lips has you rubbing your thighs together and you work quickly, slacking your jaw as you sink down all the way until your nose touches the hilt. You take in a deep breath, swallowing once around him and you feel the burning sensation back in your throat.

“Ohh, just like that baby,” He cooed.

He bucks his hips upward, aching to feel relief and despite how it burns your throat even more, you let him do as he pleases. A slew of cuss words leaves his lips, his breathing becomes ragged and he bucks his hips up once again but then you feel him suddenly retreat from you altogether.

You look up at him confused as to why he would do that when he was so close, afraid that you might’ve done something wrong. You see him with a shiny packet in hand, eyebrows furrowed, hurriedly trying to tear it open. Frustrated, he uses his teeth to tear the packet open and he pushes your hand that rested limply around his shaft away.

“But you haven’t—“

“Next time, princess,” He says. “I just need to feel you around me now,” He growls as he rolls the condom down his member. No, no there won’t be a next time. There can’t be.

He motions for you to come forward and you comply, placing your knees at either side of him as you guide his member towards your entrance. You sink down slowly, crying out as you feel his length stretch out your walls. Chanyeol watches you with dark eyes and his jaw slacks at the feeling of his member sliding slowly against your walls. When you sit down fully, you let a long moan escape you while you adjust to his size.

Chanyeol places his hands on your hips, silently urging you to move and you rest your palms against his chest as you roll your hips forward cautiously a few times to test the waters.

“Fuck, Princess,” He curses.

Moving your hands further up, you grip at his shoulders as you sit back on your knees. You rise up, almost feeling him slip out of you before you slam back down on him.

“Oh my god,” You cry, bouncing up and down as only lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin fills up the room. You feel Chanyeol’s fingers dig into the side of your waist leaving behind tiny crescents, guttural groans leaving his throat as he bites down on his bottom lip. Soon, your movements grow sloppy and you let Chanyeol do most of the work, him bucking up into you as he lifts you up and down with him. Your eyes shut as wave after wave of pleasure runs throughout your body and you find it hard to hold on.

“God, Y/N why haven’t we ever done this before?” He groans as he flips you onto your back. He thrusts mercilessly into you, hooking one of your knees onto his shoulder so he can reach deeper into you. You open your mouth to shoot him a witty answer but only a sharp scream leaves your throat as the feeling of him hitting just the right spot is almost too much for you.

“Shit, Chanyeol right there!” You scream and he picks up the pace, drilling into you. Your hands grip onto the sheets as you feel your climax steadily approaching, high pitched breathy moans leaving your throat. Chanyeol’s steady pace starts to falter and you know he’s close too. He lets his hand slip between your bodies so he can rub little circles around your clit and you lift your head to muffle your scream against the crook of his neck, your arms gripping tightly at his back.

Two, three more thrusts and for the second time of the night you’re sent over the edge, your fingernails raking down his back as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body. A few moments later, with a final push you feel Chanyeol’s member stutter inside of you and his face contorts in pleasure as he finally reaches his climax. He helps you ride out both of your highs with a few more shallow thrusts before you’re squirming from over-sensitivity.

Exhaling deeply, Chanyeol flops down next to you.

“Damn Y/N that was so—“

“Good,” You smile, completing his sentence for him. The two of you lie there in silence, allowing time for the both of you to catch your breaths.

You felt Chanyeol wrap his arm around you pulling you closer to his naked body. You could feel his breath against the back of your neck as you closed your eyes and held his hand that was wrapped around you. You loved this moment and you didn’t want tomorrow morning to come any quicker.

The feeling of a migraine in the morning after drinking is the worst ever, you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to find a pain killer. Only to find Chanyeol sprawled across your bed just as naked as you are. You choked on your water and tried to think of many different scenarios of what happened last night, but no matter how many you thought of none of them explains why you were both naked. You glanced over at him while he lay there fast asleep, all you wanted to do was play with his hair and cuddle him. Why are you behaving like this?

A few moments later and Chanyeol was opening his eyes to find you sat on the table glaring at him.

“What the…” He mumbled grabbing the duvet to cover his bottom half.

“I can’t believe you.” You groaned.

“Me? What about you?” He argued as you threw his clothes at him.

“Listen. None of us wanted to do this so let’s just forget what happened and go back to the way things were.” You insisted.

“Why? Didn’t you enjoy last night?” he smirked as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Don’t make me chuck you out Chanyeol.” You replied.

“I’m leaving anyway, Princess.” He grabbed your arm and kissed you on the forehead as he left without saying another word.

You watched him as he left with a confused expression across your face, what the hell was that all about?

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