#jumping in the last car of the hype train

[hornystiel]

they're in horny jail (the camp snapped)

#jumping in the last car of the hype train #destiel #destiel fanart #deancas #deancas fanart #endverse #endverse destiel #spn #spn fanart #spn art #endverse dean #endverse cas #slaying absolute pencil #thisisapaige #spxcekya #becauseofthebowties #usermoogs #anztag #spncreatorsdaily #archervale #dwcoded

[burgundybmw]

Brooklyn Baby

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,827

Warnings: Cheating (not Steve), Mentions of sex (No smut), Shitty boy behavior (OC).

Summary: After catching her high school sweetheart in bed with another woman, Y/N quickly realizes that moving half way across the country to be with her boyfriend was a big mistake. Stuck in Hawkins for the rest of the year, Y/N has to navigate the struggles of moving to a new town, going to class, and mending a broken heart. However, Hawkins has a certain way of changing a person's life forever. Will it be the fresh start Y/N desperately needs? Or a nightmare much bigger than a break up?

Author’s Note: This will be multi chapter, don't know how many parts yet. Steve deserves some attention after all the Eddie hype (as much as I love them both). Also Hawkins has a University.

Part One

Her mother always told her not to make major life decisions for a boy. High school romances may not last forever, but she was determined to prove her wrong. Chris Ryan was the one. They'd been together since the beginning of freshman year, they were going to get married, settle down, pop out a few kids. Live the whole nuclear family life he planned for them. When Chris got a football scholarship to Notre Dame, Y/N thought she could handle the long distance. But Indiana is so far away from the boroughs of New York.

Chris left for school in early August, wanted to get a lay of the land before class started. Y/N was disappointed, she wanted to spend the entire summer together. He told her that it was best for them in the end, and she believed him. They talked on the phone every week, but when Chris told her he was staying in Indiana over winter break after only a few weeks into the semester, she knew she had to figure something out. So after only one semester at Brooklyn College under her belt, Y/N decided to transfer to Hawkins University.

With less than an hour drive they could see each other every week. It was the perfect plan. Y/N neglected to tell Chris any of this, she didn't want him to be disappointed that she didn't apply to the same school. She was smart enough to get in, but the price of tuition was too much to handle. Hawkins University was the best compromise she could come up with. Everything else she had planned out to a T.

First she got her drivers license, knowing she'd need it to make the two hour drive to Notre Dame and back once she got there. Chris would probably be too busy with football and school to go to Hawkins, so she made things easier for him. Then she bought her first car, it carved up a chunk of her savings, but she was thankful she never had to ride the 5 train again. She found a small apartment within her budget, 15 minutes away from campus. She'd have to get a job once she got there, but her mother agreed to help with the rent if she needed it. Next she said goodbye to her mother, and although she didn't agree with her daughters decision, she respected the fact that she was an adult now, told her she could always come home if things didn't work out. After that all that was left was to pack up her 1969 Dodge Van and make the long journey to Indiana.

The drive was was miserable, bitter winds and icy roads that Y/N had to navigate. Fortunately most of the roads were empty, everyone settled in their spots to celebrate the new year. She hoped she made it on time to kiss Chris at the stroke of midnight. It would be the first time since they started dating that they didn't spend New Year's Eve together if she din't make it, and Y/N thought it would be bad luck if she didn't start 1986 by his side. However, lady luck was by her side as she pulled into Notre Dame's campus at 11:32. She visited once to help Chris move into his dorm, not wanting to waste a single moment she could.

It took her while to find the building in the dark, but managed to find it by 11:51. Y/N had 9 minutes to find Chris, and she was nearly jumping out of her seat. She was so excited to see the look on his face when she surprised him. His big blue eyes widening when she walks in the door. Y/N imagined him picking her up and spinning her around the room, showering her face with kisses. As she parked her van in an empty spot, she noticed a group of guys in jerseys standing in the front lawn. Chris and some of his teammates must have been throwing a New Years Eve party. She got out of the car and made her way to the front door, the men beside the front door completely oblivious to her presence.

As Y/N walked in she noticed that the front desk was empty, whoever staffed there probably went home for the holidays. She ventured on through the hallways, navigating her way through a sea of drunk college students shuffling between dorms. Chris and his roommate were on the third floor, and after nearly getting drenched with cheap beer, Y/N finally found the elevator.

Her heart was pounding, in just a few minutes she'd finally see him. Five months was such a long time, and she couldn't wait to be with Chris. Each second inside the elevator felt like an eternity, but after a few minutes the doors finally opened. Y/N saw that the third floor was just a busy as the ground level. It looked like a lot of students planned on staying over winter break. "We Built This City" was blasting on someone's boombox, nearly drowned out by the loud yells of the Notre Dame student body, alongside the screeching of kazoos and whistles. Everybody was in full spirits to celebrate the New Year, but she drowned out the noise, focused on her goal.

"#30, #32, #34..." Y/N counted to herself, trying to find Chris's room. The cheers from the hallway were getting louder, waiting to count the last seconds of 1985. After a moment she finally found it. Chris was just on the other side of the door. She rushed to the door of room #38, the final countdown was starting.

"5!" If Y/N was paying attention she would have noticed the sock hanging there.

"4!" Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel something off about the door knob, but she didn't think too much about it.

"3!" The door was opening now, the room pitch black. Was Chris sleeping?

"2!" Y/N found the switch, flipping it up to drown the room in light.

"1! Happy New Year!" Voices were cheering throughout the hall, but the only thing Y/N could hear was the sounds of grunting coming from within the room. There he was.. Chris Ryan.. the love of her life for the past 5 years.. fucking some other girl.

He didn't notice the light was on at first, but the red head beneath him did. She screamed, not in pleasure, but in shock that someone had entered the room. She made eye contact with Y/N and rushed to cover herself up, not wanting to expose what was going on, even if both them knew.

"What's wrong baby?" Chris still didn't notice. He had no clue that Y/N was standing just 8 ft away from him, had no clue that her heart just shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.

"There's a girl at the door!" The redhead shouted, grabbing her bra that was hanging on the metal headboard behind them.

"What?" That's when he finally turned around, and this wasn't the look of surprise Y/N wanted. A pregnant pause filled the room, as the redhead girl jumped off the bed to find her clothes.

"Y/N!? What are you doing here!?" Chris shouted, covering the lower half of his body with the blanket she crocheted him junior year. It was a Christmas present, she spent months on it.

"Y/N? Who's Y/N?" The redhead asked, as she struggled to put her shoes back on.

"I'm Y/N... his girlfriend." The silence was deafening. Chris was staring at her, jaw dropped and a wild look in his blue eyes. His normally perfectly combed blonde hair was messy, evidence that fingers were running through it only moments ago. The redhead in the corner looked just as shocked. That look of shock quickly changed to anger as she grabbed one of Chris's boots on the floor to throw it at him.

"Girlfriend!? You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!?" Y/N looked around the room. Back in Brooklyn, Y/N's walls were filled with pictures. Photos of her and her mother on their vacation to Watkins Glen, plenty of polaroids of her high school friends, and tons of pictures of her and Chris together throughout the years. Chris's walls weren't like that. He had the Notre Dame pennant above his bed, a poster of Heather Locklear on the wall next to it. Y/N didn't notice unpacking that when she moved him in over the summer. What she did notice was the lack of pictures of her.

Y/N gave him a few framed photos of them together to decorate with when she left. One was their prom photo, another was from when they went to Coney Island for his 16th birthday, and a picture of them in their cap and gowns on graduation day. None of them were hung up. There was no evidence she even existed here.

"I can explain.." Chris began, his left squinting. It was a quirk of his, he had it since he was a kid. His left eye would always squint when he was nervous. She noticed it for the first time when he asked her out on their first date. It wasn't as endearing now as it was back then.

"No need to explain anything, I can put the pieces together myself!" The redhead shouted at him. She turned to Y/N, the furious look on her face warped into one of pity. "I promise I had no idea he had a girlfriend. I never would have slept with him otherwise, I'm not a home wrecker." Her bright green eyes never broke contact with Y/N's, and she believed her. Y/N nodded to the redhead, and turned her attention to Chris.

"I wanted to surprise you, for the new year. I drove 11 hours and 37 minutes to get here... To tell you that I transferred to Hawkins University, so we could be closer together. To tell you that I hated being long distance... and that I didn't want you to give up your football scholarship to be with me in New York. So I came here." Y/N was surprised she didn't cry in that moment. She usually cries at everything. She just felt numb, cold, like the bitter winter of Indiana.

Chris didn't say anything. Not a word. He just sat there and stared at her with that stupid deer in headlights look. No apology, no begging for forgiveness, nothing. Y/N's right hand was still on the door knob, she finally noticed a white sock hanging there. If only she paid closer attention, maybe she would have been spared the sight of Chris's infidelity.

"Come on honey, let's go." The redhead gently grabbed Y/N's hand off the door knob and held it, leading her outside the room. She walked her towards the elevator doors, easily bypassing the drunk kids crowding the halls. When she clicked the button to open the elevator that's when Y/N heard Chris shouting her name.

Both of the girls ignored him as they walked into the elevator, and as the doors began to close Y/N finally looked up to see Chris standing in his boxers a few feet away.

"Y/N! I-" The doors shut, drowning out what he was about to say.

New years day is typically a time for relaxation. People stay home with their families, enjoying the holiday time off, excited to not have to be in the office working their 9-5s. But that wasn't the case for everyone. Family Video was open, bright neon sign hanging in the window, cutting through the dull gray fog that was outside of the door.

"I can't believe Keith made us work on New Years, no one is even here!" Robin complained. Both her and Steve got stuck opening and closing during the holiday. Keith insisted that since people were home, they'd want to rent movies. Clearly he was wrong, because it's been dead all day.

"At least it's not a full day, we got to sleep in till noon." Steve replied, tossing a ball of rubber bands in the air and catching it again. Robin groaned for the upteenth time this afternoon. She was laying on the floor between the isles of Horror and Thriller movies to Steve's left. The place she's occupied for the past two hours.

"I'm so booooored" Steve rolled his eyes, fed up with Robin's constant complaining. She said it as if she was the only one who didn't want to be there. Steve would have rather been anywhere else than Family Video at that moment. He could be sitting on his couch alone, a six pack and Miss. December waiting for him. His parents were out of town, again, this time on vacation in the Bahamas. They neglected to include Steve in their holiday planning, insisting that he pay for his own ticket and hotels if he wanted to go so bad. As if he could drop a couple grand on a tropical vacation on his minimum wage salary.

"Find something to occupy yourself with, I'm pretty sure there are still some tapes that need rewinding in the back. You know, actually do your job." Robin sat up, an unamused expression on her face.

"Says the guy who's been tossing that rubber band ball in the air for the past 45 minutes." She shot back. Steve through the ball at her, deliberately missing her head by a couple inches. "Hey!"

"I'm not the one complaining I'm bored." Great, now his ball was gone. He could either get up from his cozy spot on top of the front desk counter and grab it, or stay here and find something else to occupy his time with. Decisions, decisions...

"Fine. I'll go rewind all of 9 VHS tapes in the back." Robin slowly dragged her feet to the Employee's Only door, nearly knocking over the candy shelf on her way there.

"Be careful! I just stacked those!" He yelled at Robin's back as she closed the door behind her, ignoring his pestering. Steve groaned, finally deciding to jump off his perch to search for his beloved rubber ball. Before he could take another step, the front door began to chime. Finally, a customer.

"Welcome to Family Video, my name is Steve. How can I help you today?" He didn't get a good look at the customer when they first walked in, but at second glance Steve saw a girl he's never met before. Although Hawkins was technically a city, it didn't feel very big, and through the years he's lived here Steve knew pretty much everyone. This girl looked around his age, they would've gone to high school together. Steve racked his brain but couldn't place her, so she must have recently moved here.

"Yea, I ugh.. I've never been here before. I don't know where anything is." Her voice was hoarse, as if she was getting over a cold, but she didn't look sick. She looked sad. Her eyes were puffy, lashes wet as if she was just crying, lips raw and chapped from being bitten too much. She looked like she'd been through the ringer, and Steve couldn't help but feel bad for her.

"Well I can fix that. Horror, thriller, and action movies are to your right, comedies, drama, and romances to your left. Anything you're looking for in particular?" A self depreciating laugh left her lips.

"Definitely not romance." She replied, shaking her head like she was personally offended at the genre. Steve was curious about her. What was she doing in the Hawkins Family Video on New Years Day? Where was she from? He couldn't place her accent, it was definitely not how the girls of Hawkins sounded. He also wanted to know why she looked so upset. Steve has always been too nosy, it's gotten him in a lot trouble, especially in recent years.

"Ooh that sounded personal, you have beef with romance or something?" Steve asked, now desperate to know more about her. The girl laughed again, a little more genuine and a little less sad.

"No, I used to love romance, I used to love love actually. Recently, not so much... but you probably don't want to hear about some strange girl's problems." She sighed, slowly making her way to the horror section. Steve followed, he didn't want the conversation to end just yet.

"Well lucky for you, I just so happen to be a master of strange things, so.. if you want to talk I can listen. You're the first person to come in all day, you'd be saving me from the endless suffering that is menial labor." That got a real laugh out of her.

"If you're sure..."

"Totally." Steve sat on the ground, patting the spot next time. The girl followed, unzipping her thick parka to get more comfortable. "I'm all ears."

"Well, it started when I decided to uproot my life to surprise my boyfriend..."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanficton #stranger things fanfic #stranger things steve #stranger things steve harrington

[denimbex1986]

'******

Now in cinemas, 'All of Us Strangers' does not only have the hyped acting star Paul Mescal in common with last year's big indie film hit, 'Aftersun' . Both when it comes to themes and cinematic storytelling, the two dramas could form a fantastic, longing double bill .

'All of Us Strangers' is Andrew Haigh's sixth feature film - and it already stands as an undoubted masterpiece in his career.

With gems like 'Weekend', '45 Years' and 'Looking', the English film and series creator has already established himself as a formidable character director and screenwriter with an exemplary flair for natural and compelling dialogue scenes.

In his new film, Haigh, inspired by the Japanese Taichi Yamada's novel 'Shadowland' from 1987, adds a metaphysical layer to his narrative, which suits his emotionally authentic film universe immeasurably well.

Like 'Aftersun', 'All of Us Strangers' is about grief, complex childhood memories and a sense of distance from one's parents. Andrew Scott plays the middle-aged, single and lonely screenwriter Adam, who lives a life of stagnation. He looks back in time more than he looks forward.

One day a man about 20 years younger, Paul Mescal's Harry, knocks on the door. Harry lives in the same, half-empty block of flats in London and, with a fair blood alcohol level, makes sexual advances. After some hesitation on Adam's part, the two men begin to bond – first physically, then emotionally.

At the same time, Adam seeks out two more complex relationships: The relationship with his parents, who died abruptly in a car accident when he was just 12 years old. Adam thus takes the train ride back to his old childhood home and inexplicably meets his father and mother, played by Jamie Bell and Claire Foy. They are the same age as when they passed away, but this is not just about memories. Because Adam is the same age as he is today, and they talk about the things that are happening in his life right now.

Is he dreaming or is it really happening? In any case, it is not a question of nostalgia-tinged glossy images. The scenes with the parents are characterized by the joy of reunion, but also by conflict and pent-up regret, especially when it comes to Adam's sexuality.

"They say it's a lonely life," says his well-intentioned but awkward mother, when Adam can finally do what he never managed to do: jump out for her. "I'm sorry I didn't come in when I heard you cry", the father says later with wet eyes and a trembling voice.

If you approach 'All of Us Strangers' with skepticism, the metaphysical element might seem a bit silly. But once you have surrendered to the inventive narrative grip that dissolves time, but retains its inherent deprivation, the experience is alluring, touching and heartbreaking - especially if you yourself can from time to time be gripped by the fear of losing your loved ones and be left to themselves.

The feelings are perhaps so clear because 50-year-old Haigh draws threads to his own life and his upbringing as a gay man in the 80s, with all that entails of fear of HIV infection and stigmatization. To substantiate the personal touch, the director has even shot the scenes with the protagonist's parents in his own childhood home, he explained in an interview with Time Magazine.

At first the meetings with the parents feel liberating, but during the course of the story they develop into an emotional prison. The magic of love is hard to escape, and when Adam also tries to drag Harry into his ghost world, it suddenly appears very disturbing.

Just like the film's beautiful synth score, reality, dream and nightmare flow together in a riveting current. And finally, Andrew Haigh puts the crown on the work with a matchless, equal parts intimate and galactic ending.

In short: Englishman Andrew Haigh has created a masterpiece in his career with a sorrowful and alluring ghost story that is based on the director's own life.'

#Andrew Haigh #Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #All of Us Strangers #Aftersun #Weekend #45 Years #Looking #Taichi Yamada #Strangers

[insanechayne]

I’m having a Moment and just need to ramble it out somewhere

I’m marveling over the fact that I have truly amazing friends who go above and beyond for me, in ways I would never ask or expect of them.

Like my friend Don, who works security at the hospital, who let me come over to his house for a while so we could smoke and I could vent. Let me just rant about my issues and tried to comfort me, and gave me a full on bear hug that showed me he really cares, and I swear that hug stitched so many torn things inside me back together. He repeatedly offered to buy me breakfast, or get me a pack of cigarettes since I was out and mostly broke. Even though I told him no, he still left some cigs in my car, and practically forced me to take $15 cash to go buy another pack to de-stress. And upon my telling him that I was worried about getting coverage for my shift tonight due to an emergency situation, he asked me if there was any way he could get a crash course of training for my job so that he could jump in and cover the shift for me if necessary. We laughed about it because we doubted the higher ups would let him do that, but he then went and talked to HR and some of the other managers and got overwhelming approval from everyone, and now it seems like it could be a viable plan in the future. He didn’t have to do any of that, he didn’t have to go so far above and beyond what anyone would ever think to ask a friend for, but he did anyway because he actually cares about me.

Like my supervisor and team lead trying to help me find coverage for my shift tonight so that I could handle the emergency situation without stress. My supervisor told me that if my coworker couldn’t cover me that she and my team lead would handle it, saying that one of them would leave to nap and rest and then relieve the other halfway through the shift. What manager would ever do such a thing? It’s unheard of, something I could never even imagine happening in my wildest dreams. But they thought of it and are willing to do that because they also care about me.

Like my nurse friend Timmy, who’s one of the sweetest people I know. Last night he must have seen that I was frustrated in some way, because early on into the shift as I was angrily typing on my laptop all the things I wanted to say to that “friend” he came to my desk and handed me a mug of fresh brewed tea. It even had a sprig of mint in it for a little extra flavor. He’s always doing things like that, not just for me but for the others in our ER that we work with. He always takes the time to ask me if I want something when he’s making tea/coffee/etc, always makes sure to include me, treats me like I’m a real part of the team (which is a true kindness when a lot of other nurses look down on clerks and think we’re beneath them). And he’s always saying nice things to me, complimenting me, hyping me up in some way. If I’ve been out for a day or two, when I come back he’ll say “it’s good to have you back” or “it’s a pleasure to work with you.” He calls me the “social hub of the ER” because so many people come and talk to me through the shift, and he is no exception to that. And in those small moments it shows that he really cares about me, too.

Like my girlfriend, who held my hands and let me vent and cry over that “friend” last night. She talked me down and helped me feel so much better, telling me how special I am and how he was an asshole for treating me the way he did. She’s always telling me how much she loves me, and says things to me like “you are a joy” or a “delight”, and laughs at all my stupid jokes. Sometimes she looks at me like I’m made of stars. And last night when she was going to leave and we were saying goodbyes, she kinda stopped and just stared at me for a second. When I asked her what that look was about, she says “I just love you so much.” Every day, in every way, she shows me just how much she truly cares about me.

I see these wonderful people gathered around me and it fills me with a happiness I’ve never known before. I want to go back to little me and tell myself “look at how much better it will get, look at all the friends you will have, look at everyone who will appreciate you completely just because you’re you”. I look back at that lonely little girl who expected I’d be lonely for the rest of my life, and I wish I could take that sadness away from myself back then. I wish I could have known all the good that was coming to me. All the ways in which I love and care, all the things I would do for others but learned never to expect for myself, all of that is being returned to me in spades every single day.

I just needed a minute to bring forth this joy that I’m feeling today. Even in the midst of so much pain and suffering and sorrow there are still bright spots because of these people.

This is real. This matters.

#personal #I know I’m babbling but I’m exhausted and full of love and needed to put it somewhere #I’m so lucky to have so many amazing people in my life #the other things still hurt but it’s much less so than it was before

[lrandconkdors]

Reviewing Fall 2022's Anime Openings: My Hero Academia (Sixth season, first half; 9th OP overall)

Hitamuki ("Single-minded"), by SUPER BEAVER

Opening director: Tsuyoshi Tobita

My Hero Academia's newest opening kicks things off with a dorky-looking handwritten title card underlined by a bodacious guitar riff. It then proceeds to undercut anything they were going for with that, by hard cutting to the show's normal logo on a black screen once the vocals kick in. This start is rather representative of the OP as a whole.

Gonna be upfront and say that My Hero Academia's growing line of OPs haven't really sparked with me. There are only two that I would say "I enjoyed" when they came on, as opposed to "I patiently watched them run their course." This is mainly because they kind of all try to do the same thing... Hitamuki stands out with scenes rendered in an alternate art style - arguably a first for the series. Monochromatic backgrounds, giant written sounds, rough outlines and bold shading... the outline->bevel->drop-shadow look of the credits text is blatantly clashing with the aesthetic, and a handful of shots don't really have any sense of flow connecting them, but I appreciate what we have right there.

Then the chorus kicks in and the animation switches to the anime's normal artstyle. At the part where an OP typically goes all-out, it decided to kill off the one thing that made it unique.

Everything from that point on is just tricks and tropes already beaten into the ground by the OPs before it. I'm having a hard time describing the rest of the contents in a succinct fashion because it felt so aimless. But the majority of it is fast-paced animation-intensive shots designed to stimulate your senses, of heroes jumping into the sky and/or throwing out their respective attacks in the direction of some off-screen threat. Yeah, I remember when that amazed me back in 2017. And remember my nitpick about scene flow? Yeah, it's still out of wack! I just cannot get over how the opening's chorus-hype moment consists of the heroes trying to assault the camera for all of four seconds, then we see a shot of Hawks that looks like it's going to transition into something with all the flashing lights, only to hard cut to a completely unanimated group shot that lasts for the entire rest of the musical phrase! They didn't just stop the car, they negated its velocity and inflicted whiplash.

Thing is, though, even if someone reanimated every scene in the OP to look like the first half, and then rearranged them all until they discovered an order that flows 60% better, this product would still fall under the sin of not being that great a representation of the program it's attached to. Sure it makes sense for a My Hero Academia opening, but it's kind of off-base for a My Hero Academia 6th Season opening. It doesn’t feel like it’s trying to sell me on something different than its predecessors. Like, yeah, I guess the throwaway shots cram in all the characters who get relevance in this respective cour, but all the core shots are focused on Deku, Bakugo, and Shoto, even though part of the narrative made me forget they existed for at least a full episode. Yeah, if you pay attention you’ll see the characters are being depicted against various sceneries that line up with the time said character did a thing in said place, but yet the OP doesn’t feel like its heart is in it. It just feels like another OP that calls out, "Join your favorite heroes as they train for greatness, and eventually get in another scuffle with dark forces!" That is not the case for Season 6. The first episode sees the Hero Association proceed to throw every hero and hero-in-training they have at the enemy's base(s) of operations in an attempt to thwart the League of Villians* once and for all. This isn't the kind of arc you give an OP with a basic, inoffensive excitement curve. It should be balls to the wall from the get-go! *Not officially their name anymore, but I can't remember the new one.

As for the opening theme itself, it's... fine? I mean, it's exactly the kind of rock song you'd expect to hear on this show once again. But my feelings upon listening to it kept oscillating between "a cute yet powerful self-contained ditty" and "a generic bout that sounded cut up to fit the time limit."

For the record, I'm not completely caught up on the anime as I write this, and have yet to witness whether the OP succeeding makes any improvement.

#anime ops #fall 2022 anime #my hero academia #opening review

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

pls could i request a fic or something where kai havertz is dating a famous actress too?? tysm!!

right away fam <3

𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐳 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

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i have to admit that i always imagined kai as a gentler lover than mason —i mean, kai can be passionate too, but he would be the one who doesn't just wait for you at the airport at 2am —"i can't sleep when you're apart from me, it's like i'm used to you, but in a good way, the best way. it's so much better to go on a long way at night knowing that i get to you at the end than turning and tossing in the bed at night, thinking about all the bad things that can happen to you and i can't protect you from it"—, but walks up straight to the checkpoint, the closest part, the long, epmty hallway where you can meet, and he texts when he's there so you can let your luggage fall and run towards him. since he's much more taller than you, he catches you, so you can cling to his neck, or he lets you tackle him down, so the two of you continue the welcoming of each other —"i missed you, i love you, i love you so much" you whimper, feeling the tears swell up in your eyes remembering his former confessions when you were away. "i missed you too angel, i couldn't count the nights down until now." he whispers, wiping down your tears, kissing your forehead every chance he gets.

sitting in the car way back home, he can't stop holding your hand, you hovered over the gear-change and stuff, burying your face into kai's face, pressing kisses to his neck, than lowering to his collarbones. kai gently grabbed your chin to control you, when you reached to a red lamp, he turned to you. "what do you want, liebe?" "just give you some love, missed you so much... your haur... you eyes... your mouth... your neck... your stomach.. your everything..." you mumbled, but when you could reach to his crotch, he directed his hands from your cheeks to your hand, kissing it to distract you. "i want you, too... but at home, okay? after you eat, showered and slept well, okay?" you whimpered when he dragged down his nose at your cheek, brushing together your noses. "we can combine the shower and my business, don't you think?" you smiled at him as he leaned back to drive through the green light. "you're restless, baby." yeah, you're restless, but that's why kai loves you —you keep both of your souls young.

hyping up your films in his ig stories, kai blushes so hard when his teammates telling them how they loved your movies, or how their girlfriends cried on them. he's trying to keep his cool, but he can't wait to jump somewhere private to tell you even ear-to-ear at home, in the phone if you're far away, or in text between two training sessions. "you can't believe what timo said, he said that not even his girl but he wiped his eyes! timo, he never cries, never! only if he loses in fifa against me, but you know... your acting is so crazy, babe. i can't wait to tell you in real, in our bed."

....yeah, in our bed, because kai can't imagine living in a home without you —even if this house is empty for weeks, or he misses somebody —somebody who's name is y/n y/l/n. even in the beginning of your relationship, kai was so desperate to ask your to move in with him that he almost cried when you slept at him for the fourth time and said "i would like to wake up next to you next morning... i don't know how you feel, but i... i just like you so much, and i found those empty drawers in your room, so i... i could take my stuff there, if it doesn't bother you." kai was so relieved that you don't want to run away from him, he caressed you the whole night, but never told you that he cleaned those places directly for you. about your house, there are photos on the wall, bigger and smaller with your familes, with each other, pictures about the awards you got trough the years, the main picture in the living room is his last, winner goal in for chelsea —your first oscar winning is in the dining room. you always send him pics when you change the bedclothes, sending him a pic about leaving his place free, placing your hand onto his pillow. "clean sheets, but i miss your smell..." once he got home at night, he saw that you rolled onto his place on the bed, you told him it's because of the comfort —scooping you into his arms, kai didn't let you go at night, the two of you only on his part, yours is untouched.

always mentioning each other in your interviews —"that's crazy how the night turned out, isn't it?" the interviewer asked; "yeah, it is... i didn't expect to get my first golden globe, but hell, this feels so good. you know, i wish kai would be here, not just because he looks so good beside me, you know, heh... not only because of this, but because he kept the soul in me, even if i were in tokyo and he was, like in germany. i needed to find someone who can comfort me even if he's miles away, and he can, and... this gives me much more boost than i expected, than. so yeah, i thank this for my family, for the cast, for everybody who worked on the scenes to be the best... and thank you, kai, i love you, the love of my life, see you at home. thank you." after this, —of course he and his team watch the whole show— mason gets the interview recorded, teasing him every given chance. "i wait for you at home, kai, you light up my world, you're my everything." mason moans, trying to initiate your voice. kai shrugs his shoulder while grinning. "shut up, mase, you're just jealous. definitely jealous." "hell yeah i am. when do i gonna get a girl like y/n? is there anyone in this area who is like her? i need to call tuchel..."

the two of you handle fame and stuff really well. like, when the two of you go to shopping or into a restaurant, it's given a high chance that one of you is gonna be recognized. kai finds it so adorable how you handle your fans, praising them and giving them second chance to take a selfie if the first one is not enough. he finds it cute too when one of his fans ask a selfie with you too, pointing at yourself like "really, me too?", like you don't even know how much people know you, you're so simple and easy to love. you never take your fame granted, you dare to be shy and dare to be yourself, and if you it, kai feels the courage to do it too, since he gets anxious a little when cameramen sorround him. the two of you fun a little bit, and everybody on the screens can see how much you love each other. many tiktoks, instagram accounts and youtube videos about your relationship, hoping that one day they can see how the two of your wedding day —and little do they know that on the team's bus or on the airplane way back home, he always pulls out the prettiest ringer in the world —"the prettiest ring for the prettiest girl, mase"—, and twirls it around like that's your fingers, trying to imagine how happy he could be if the next time on the red carpet, tiny, shiny earrings in your ear, a a gracious necklace above your collarbones, there would be a ring on your finger too.

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𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)× 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞���𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔, 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟖𝐊

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @vocalyunho

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The girl's eyes peered with great attention onto the map in front of her. Making sure it was the correct hallway, she proceeded to make her way down the small staircase. Being so attentive towards the schedule and diagram given to her, not to mention carrying her binder and some of her journals, she nearly tripped on the last couple of stairs but luckily regained her balance before any disaster happened. Faced with a wall full of lockers, she made a right turn and carefully looked for the number written on her paper. Her locker was one of the last ones, which she didn't mind. A door at the end of the lockers was half open, letting her have a peak inside what she assumed to be the training room for the boxing club, given the huge punching bag that was hanging and all sorts of other equipment that she would never guess what they were for.

Squinting her eyes, she began to put in her combination, safely maneuvering the lock and getting her locker to open. With a soft grunt, she tossed her heavy book bag into the compartment, her shoulder aching after having carried so many things at once. She began organizing things so loudly in there she didn't notice the tall, lean figure that approached the punching bag, one of his hands finishing the task of wrapping the safety bandages on the other. His black hair was already sticking to his forehead after having run some laps outside in the track field, his usual warm up before heading inside. Making sure the bandages were tightly secured, he held his fists up before landing a couple of punches onto the bag, stopping momentarily before resuming to strike at it with as much force as he could. Through pants and grunts, he continued his punches, teeth clenched and eyes completely focused, his body beginning to perspire even more sweat, leaving his shirt nearly soaked through.

Gasping for air, he decided to take a break, body hunched over as he rested his hands on his knees, slowly getting his heart rate back to normal. Getting an unusual feeling, he suddenly lifted his head and tilted it to the left. He was both surprised and intrigued to see a girl he'd never seen before gaze at him, her eyes wide open and lips slightly agape, fascination clearly visible on her features. Having been caught eyeing him, she quickly hid her face behind the open locker door, her cheeks immediately reddening and her hands fumbling to quickly take out what she needed and just dash out of there to avoid any further embarrassment. The young athlete chuckled softly, smile still plastered on his face as he began walking out of her room and up to where she was.

"I take it you're new in the school right?"

Startled by his close proximity and tall height, she dropped all of the things she was currently holding, muttering out a slight curse as she began bending down to pick them up.

"Here. Let me help."

Pulling her back up, the male speedily gathered her things and held them back out to her.

"Thank you..." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"You never answered my question." He gently reminded her.

"Oh...yeah I just transferred here." She responded, hand reaching up to brush some fallen hair behind her ear.

"Thought so, in my years here I'm pretty sure I would have remembered a cute little face like yours."

His compliment followed along by his large hand booping the bun on the top of her head only worked to make her feel more shy about standing in front of such a handsome guy.

"I'm Yunho." He held out his wrapped hand out to her, which she gratefully shook.

"I'm Y/N."

He looked at her with a fond smile upon hearing her name.

"Well Y/N, if you ever get lost or need something, please let me know. I'd be happy to help."

Unable to help himself, he leaned down and bumped his nose against hers, making her slightly crinkle her own after he pulled back.

"I like you. Let's be friends."

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"Look! Yunho! I see the beach already!"

Yunho only took a small glance over at his friend, who had of course taken off her seatbelt in order to stand up and get a better view of the blue ocean that was now drawing closer and closer to them. Without taking his eyes off the road, he grabbed one of her belt loops and firmly sat her back down, not about to risk an accident happening.

"Y/N just because this car is convertible, doesn't mean you can just go wilding about and standing up. You could get hurt."

Poking her bottom lip out with crossed arms, the girl pushed the seat further back so she could rest her feet up on the dashboard. Still hyped up about their trip to California and unable to contain her excitement, Y/N moved one of her legs so it could nudge Yunho's arm. He merely rolled his eyes at her, so used to her mischievous yet rather adorable antics. He couldn't suppress the smile on his face when she kept bumping her knee up against his elbow or tapping her foot against one of the hands that was gripping the steering wheel. During one particular move of her leg, he got his hand off the wheel and grabbed her thigh, squeezing at it softly and keeping it within his reach.

"Do you have a death wish?" He questioned her.

"No..... I'm just too excited and I can't wait to see the rest of the gang." She bounced against the seat.

Releasing a light chuckle, Yunho used his thumb to rub circles against her exposed knee, tugging at the ripped fabric coming out.

"Seriously, couldn't you pick another pair of jeans?" He shook his head.

"What's wrong with them?" She exclaimed in offense.

"They're practically ripping from how skin tight they are. Honestly, did you just paint them on? Guys will stare at your ass." He involuntarily gripped her thigh a little tighter when he pictured some pervert eyeing his best friend up and down.

"Maybe that was the whole plan along."

Her little snort only made him smack her thigh rather abruptly, earning her a glare from him as well, which only served to make her burst into giggles.

"Hit me harder daddy." She teased him, sitting up to rest her head on his shoulders as she batted her eyelashes at him.

"Oh my fuck- I can't with you! You know I hate that word!" He cringed in disgust at the unholy word, lightly shoving her head off him, opting to instead turn up the volume of the music to hopefully calm his energetic friend down a bit.

Pulling into the parking lot, Y/N wasted no time in jumping out of the car and sprinting out towards the small crowd that was already gathered near the shoreline, a small bonfire already being started while the sun was still out. Finally catching sight of the last pair to get there, some of their friends waved them over.

"Hey guys! They're here! Yunho and Y/N are here!" A bright pink haired male who was donning a crop top began jumping up and down in excitement at the whole crew being gathered.

Meanwhile the jet black hair male next to him was not amused by his screeching.

"Ok ok geez, we get it." He held San down.

"Yeosang stop being a drag and let loose for once. We're on vacation, no more mean professors. No late night studying, no more presentations. Tonight we're just a bunch of adults who are going to get shit faced wasted and party all night long!" His friend let out a piercing holler.

"Ok but I'm not carrying your drunk ass back to the room then Woo." Yeosang warned him.

"Mingi!"

Y/N immediately ran up to her friend who was just as tall as Yunho. She was so happy to finally see him after so long, none of them having been able to see much of him since he had gone away on a transfer college program and had been living abroad for a while now. She clung onto him tightly.

"I missed you two munchkin." Mingi bent his face to kiss the top of her head before ruffling her hair into a tangled mess like he'd usually do.

"I'm not going to punch you for that only because I missed your clumsy ass too much." She squinted her eyes at him, but immediately went back to her happy self and began asking him so many questions about what he had done.

Yunho went over to see if anyone needed help, always stepping up to set up anything they needed. He had decided to help out his older friend, Seonghwa, bring out the coolers full of beer and other alcoholic beverages while another one, Hongjoong, began making a playlist on his phone which would soon blast all over the bluetooth speakers.

"How was the ride here?" Seonghwa asked Yunho, who could only let out an exhausted sigh.

"That crazy huh?" Hongjoong chuckled, looking over at Y/N who was practically hanging onto Mingi's arm like a koala, while San and Wooyoung were arguing about not being giving the same amount of hugs.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy she's already having fun, but even I think she's a little too much for me nowadays. I can barely keep up with her energy sometimes." Yunho admitted, although he found it ironic how ever since the years passed, it had seemed as if though his once bubbly and energetic nature switch somewhat with Y/N's more calm and mellow personality.

"Well I mean, don't worry about babysitting her tonight. Just drink some beer and go wild like we used to back in high school."

Popping off the cap, Seonghwa handed the bottle over to Yunho who immediately took a small sip of it.

"Are you kidding me? I'm going to have to stay sober and make sure she doesn't do anything too crazy."

Smirking, Hongjoong came up to him as he pulled something out of his pants.

"I thought you'd say that which is why I took the liberty of placing you two in the same motel room. Now you don't have to worry about rooming with tweedle dumb or tweedle idiot there." He nodded over to Wooyoung and San.

Yunho looked down at the room key with bewilderment.

"Oh Hong- why would you? Listen she's my best friend, but to share a room with her-"

"Is the best idea if you ask me. Seriously Yunho, we're here about to get fucked as hell. Maybe this is the chance for something between you two to finally happen. If you know what I mean." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which made Yunho blush wildly.

"Nothing will happen. She only sees me as a friend." He tried to convince himself more than anyone else.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong looked at him and then at each other, both of them with a dead panned expression.

"Oh honey you are so lost." Seonghwa stated, letting out some very audible tsks.

"Jongho! Come here! We need an opinion from a level headed person." Hongjoong waved over a muscular red head over, who came over with arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" He looked unamused.

"On a scale of 1-10, how much would you say Yunho and Y/N want to fuck each other?"

Yunho covered Hongjoong's mouth at that.

"Hyung! What the fuck?!" He looked around to make sure Y/N didn't hear anything.

Shrugging, Jongho slid his hands into his pant's pockets.

"I don't really pay attention to hetero shit, but I'd say solid 12 if I'm being honest." Satisfying their curiosity, he went back towards Yeosang, who was already downing down another bottle and laughing a lot more than he'd usually do, which prompted his partner to take the bottle away from him, which Yeosang did not appreciate and began grumbling in a not so threatening manner.

Yunho looked over at his friend, talking so casually with the other girls, all of them showing off pictures of clothes or their pets no doubt. He began to think that maybe Hongjoong and Seonghwa were right. Perhaps this could be the night where something would spark between them.

He just had to wait and see.

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Loud cheers and hollers were being poured out at the two females who were currently tongue deep inside each other's throats due to the dare they were given.

"3, 2, 1! Ok. 40 seconds is up."

The more dominant of the girls got off the other's lap, a smug look on her face while the other looked completely dazed as she tried to regain her composure.

"Dang Sua, you didn't need to go that intense. Poor Yoohyeon." Wooyoung shook a finger at her.

"I know for a fact you enjoyed that little show just as much as she did." She glanced in between his legs, eyeing the very visible boner that had formed there before brushing some hair out of Yoohyeon's face.

"Ok it's not my turn but I've really been wondering long and hard about something! Seungyeon! Is it true you got your nipples pierced last month?" San suddenly blurted out, words slightly slurring as all eyes looked over at the bronzed beauty who had a wicked grin on her face.

"I did." She confirmed the rumor.

"No way! You have low pain tolerance! I don't believe you!" He interjected.

Putting her drink down, she sauntered over to him, hands on her hips as she stood in front of him. Grabbing the end of her shirt, she lifted it up and let her well endowed tits pop out. San nearly choked as he stared at the metal bars piercing through her nipples.

"Hot damn. I love being Bi." He licked his lips.

With a giggle, Seungyeon gave her tits a little shake before covering them up again.

"Ok now that I blessed you with my chest, now you have to do something for me."

Always up for a challenge, San immediately agreed.

"What is it? Come on throw it at me. Who's dick or pussy am I sucking?" His question had everyone laughing.

"No, don't get ahead of yourself fuck boi. I dare you to strip and jump into the cold water." She smirked, really convinced he'd never do it.

But to everyone's shock, horror and amusement, San didn't waste a second before standing up and ridding himself of all his clothes, leaving some of his friends wide eyed while others were getting more turned on by the ever escalating game of truth or dare.

"You know if you wanted an excuse to just see my dick, all you had to do was ask."

With a wink towards the tanned female, San ran into the water and let his entire body submerge underneath the waves. Meanwhile the rest of the party got off their seats to witness or record the entire thing. Coming out of the water, San swiped his hair back before calling out to them.

"I bet none of you have the guts to do the same!" He challenged them.

"Bet!" Wooyoung responded before practically ripping his shirt off.

With a shrug, Seungyeon completely took off her top.

"You have all seen my tits already. What the heck?"

Soon a few more of them joined San in the water, while the others either stood there contemplating if they should do something or just let them be.

"I knew it. I knew this would eventually turn into one of those college parties that ends in an orgy- NOT THAT I'VE EVER SEEN THEM!" Mingi immediately shouted, but everyone around him just looked at him with absolutely no surprise or judgment.

"I wanna join!"

Yunho watched in horror as Y/N took off her shirt and threw it at him. Before she could even reach for her bra clasp, he took off his jacket and covered her, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder.

"No you don't. We're going to our room and you're going straight to bed." He firmly said, ignoring the suggestive glances the others were giving him.

"Put me down Yunho! Put me down!" She wiggled in his grasp, trying to break free but in her tipsy state she couldn't really do much.

"Bye Y/N! Sorry you didn't get to show us your boobs! I bet they're great!" Yeosang waved at them, completely drunk with Jongho holding him up so he wouldn't fall.

Y/N eventually gave up and just let Yunho carry her across the motel parking lot, his car already having been moved over so it'd be easier for them to get their stuff. Not fully coherent and with still leftover energy, she began tapping on his back.

"Truth or dare."

"Y/N, I'm pretty sure the game already ended." He told her as he took out his key to lock and put the alarm on his car.

"But you didn't pick anything besides truth you boring old sack! Now pick dare! I wanna dare you to do something!" She insisted.

"Fine. What do you want me to do?" He wanted to satisfy her whims for a moment.

"Dare you to slam me on the hood of the car and make out with me."

Yunho wasn't sure if she was being serious or was playing around like she usually did, but her sentence made him freeze up.

"I knew it. I knew you didn't have the balls to do it." She snickered at him.

Finally deciding to snap, Yunho tore his jacket off her body before hauling her down and slamming her onto the hood of his car, not to hard so she wouldn't get hurt. With a dark look in his eyes, he smirked down at her.

"Bet."

Before she had time to respond or comprehend what was going on, Y/N was already melting into the kiss her long time friend was giving her. She didn't hesitate to allow his tongue to slither in her mouth. Y/N moaned as Yunho continued to massage his tongue against hers, rolling them over each other before sucking down on it. His hands which had been holding her arms over her head let go of them so they could snake down her torso before gripping her hips. Prying her legs open with his knee, Yunho pressed himself in between them, his growing bulge grinding against her jean clad core. Y/N could feel her underwear stick to her folds from how aroused she was becoming. Having nothing to lose, she wrapped her legs around Yunho's waist, squeezing him closer as she grinded harder against him, practically dry humping him.

"Fuck! You're driving me insane."

Wanting to get her as frustrated as him, he trailed wet and sloppy kisses down her sternum, licking on the top of her cleavage, while his fingers pushed underneath her bra cups so they could rub her nipples in between them.

"Oh! Oh my god!" She gasped out, her hands going to the back of his head, fingers harshly tugging at the strands of his hair as she pressed her chest out more forward him.

"Please suck my tits."

Yunho let out a brief awkward laugh at her request before pulling himself off her, which resulted in her writhing in an annoyed manner.

"That wasn't part of the dare Y/N and I'm not doing such a lewd action out in public."

He did not let her glare deter him from patting the top of her head softly. Turning his back to her, he made way towards their hotel room calling out to her so she could follow him. When he didn't hear nor sense her following behind him, he quickly turned around and saw that instead she was walking towards the pool.

"Y/N I'm not going to tell you again. Get in the room right now and- No! Y/N no!"

He chased after her as if she was a misbehaving cat, internally cursing himself as he saw her entering the pool area. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her peel off her tight skinny jeans before diving into the pool, some of the water splashing onto him.

"Holy hell, please give me the strength to deal with her." He muttered to himself as he picked up her discarded clothing.

He just stood there both admiring and just guarding her as she freely swam around without a care in the world. Emerging from underwater, she swam up to where Yunho was and propped her elbows on the concrete.

"Join me Yuyu." She made it a point to use the nickname he favored and to glance at him with puppy dog eyes.

"No. It's late and you have gone wild enough for one night. Now come on, out you go now."

Extending his hand out, he ordered her to take it so he could pull her out of there. Having other thoughts in mind, Y/N acted as if she was giving in. As soon as she took his hand, she took advantage of his unguarded state to strongly pull him down into the water with her. Yunho came back out of the water with a shocked expression.

"Have you completely lost your mind?!" He shouted at her, wiping some of the dripping water off his face.

"Maybe. I don't know."

With absolutely no remorse, she pushed him towards the pool steps, making him sit down on one of them before straddling his lap. Not giving him a chance to ask, Y/N just cupped his cheeks and began to fervently kiss him, not lingering long on his lips as she preferred to attack his neck, biting and sucking at various points in an effort to leave purple and red spots all over his milky skin. Yunho's hands cupped her hips in a futile attempt to hold her still but ultimately failing as they seemed to have a mind of their own and wandered further down to cup her ass. Kneading at her cheeks, Yunho bucked his hips up at hers, head tilting to the side to allow her to nibble away as she pleased at his skin.

"Just what exactly do you want with all this?" Yunho finally asked.

Humming against his skin, she placed a sweet peck on the recent mark she made.

"I want you to suck my boobs." She repeated her words from before.

Taking his hands off her ass, she placed them on her chest, making them massage them as she liked them to be.

"That's it? You go through all this just to get your boobs sucked?" Yunho found it ridiculous yet cute.

Shaking her head, Y/N began bouncing on his lap.

"No I want you to fuck me." She blurted out.

Yunho immediately retracted her hands off her body, eyes not even blinking as he began processing what she just said. Gulping down an imaginary lump, he took a deep breath and gathered his strength and self control.

"Y/N, baby. You're probably too wasted to think straight. You don't know what you're saying. So let's just go back to the room and go to sleep. Don't want you regretting anything in the morning."

Even though he said it to her, he mostly meant it for himself. He didn't want to ruin anything they had already built up over the years just because of some stupid decision. Y/N however clung onto him when he attempted to let her go.

"I'm not wasted trust me. I'm in full use of my 5 senses and I mean it when I say I want you to fuck me Jeong Yunho."

Trying to seduce him one last time, she began to nibble at his earlobe, knowing he was sensitive around that area. Wanting to rile him up, she whispered in his ear.

"If not then that's ok..... I'm sure Seonghwa or Hongjoong won't mind me joining them for a night."

Instantly, she was lifted up by his strong arms and carried away towards their room.

"You're not spending the night with anyone but me."

Yunho nearly broke the door down from how hard he opened it, using his foot to slam it close behind them. Setting his friend down on the bed, he began to rid himself of his soaked clothes, letting them pile up into a short wet stack on the floor. Y/N bit down at her bottom lip as she took in the size of Yunho's cock. It was well above average and the thickness had her mouth watering. When Yunho came over to her, she tried to reach out and stroke it, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped her from getting closer. Pushing her further on the bed until her head hit the headboard, Yunho reached under her back so he could unclasp her bra and free her boobs from their confinement.

"Are you really going to fuck me? Fuck me like one of your exes? I heard a few naughty and interesting rumors." She let out a soft giggle.

With darkening eyes, Yunho used one of his hands to wrap itself her neck, tightening around it so as to cut off her breathing for a brief moment.

"First of all, don't mention any of those skanks right now."

Releasing her neck, he peeled her panties off her legs and threw them across the room, ignoring where it landed. Taking both of her hands in his, he pressed his forehead against hers, his lips tenderly brushing against her own.

"And second of all, I'm not going to fuck you...."

Giving her a loving peck, he smiled at her.

"I'm going to make love to you."

Unlike his previous hungry kiss, this time his kisses were more soft and drawn out, as if he wanted to take his time in savoring each and every time his lips enveloped hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. Every once in a while, he'd tug at her bottom lip with his teeth in a playful way. Once he got her fill of tasting her mouth, his lips traveled down her chest, finally giving her what she'd ask for since the beginning. Looking up towards her, he took hold of one of her delectable breasts and brought his mouth close to it, tongue circling around the sensitive nipple before it disappeared inside his mouth. Yunho couldn't hide the proud smirk on his face whenever he felt Y/N squirm underneath him, back arching everytime he gave her tits a particularly long and hard suck. Pressing them together, he squeezed them into his large hands before taking both of her nipples in his mouth, teeth grazing over them. Taking notice of her change in breathing, Yunho couldn't resist himself in teasing her a little.

"Finally satisfied that you got what you wanted? You got your tits sucked, should I stop now?"

When he began moving away from her, Y/N pulled him back to land on top of her.

"No! You said you were going to make love to me." She whined at him, lips pouting out.

Pecking her pouty lips, Yunho began crawling down her body.

"I did say that and I'm following through on it."

Pulling her body close to his face, he ran his nose against her slippery folds. Parting her lips with 2 of his fingers, he delved his tongue into her hole, collecting some of her arousal and lapping it up with such ardent intensity. His face was practically smothering itself into her heat, her juices staining not only his nose but even his chin. But Yunho couldn't help himself as he continued to feast on her taste, his tongue flicking out against her clit before sucking more of her juices out of her. He loved having her roll her hips against his face, her eyes shut tight as she let herself get lost in the addicting feeling of having his mouth swallow her mound and folds. It boosted his confidence when he heard her moans get louder and her the rising of her chest become more agitated. By the way her thighs began to clench around his head, he knew she was going to cum any second. Before that could happen, he released her delicious clit from his mouth with a loud popping sound and climbed back on top of her body.

Before she could complain about him leaving her hanging, he began to pump himself slowly, the tip of his dick running across her folds. Looking at her one last time, he asked her one more time if she was ok with it. Instead of answering, she replaced his hand with her own, getting a low hiss to spill out from his lips as she began to stroke his length. Thumb playing with his slit, her mouth was occupied in kissing all over the marks she had previously made on his neck. Not wanting to waste any more time, she lined him up at her entrance and pushed him inside enough to get the tip in.

"Go ahead Yuyu." She encouraged him, her hands steadying themselves on his arms for support.

Slowly easing the rest of himself inch by inch in her, Yunho gave them both a few seconds to get adjusted before he began to expertly roll his hips. It was a slow and steady pace, but he made sure to hit deep enough for both of them to start moaning against their lips, which were never more than a few inches apart from each other. Yunho never took his eyes off her face, drinking up every single one of her facial expressions. He moved her hands off his arms so he could hold them in his own, their fingers intertwining with one another. He began to pick up his pace, hips slamming further onto her body. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Yunho captured her lips one more time in a desperate kiss. He only pulled away so she could hear what he had to say.

"You don't know how long I've wanted you. From the first moment I laid eyes on you back in high school, I've yearned to make you mine."

Y/N gasped when he sunk his teeth into her neck, his hands pressing her hard against the mattress as his thrusts became more forceful, ripping out whimper after whimper out of her throat.

"I tried to find someone else....hoping I'd get over you....but none compared to you. I've only ever wanted you."

Y/N was left completely speechless at his words, never imagining he'd actually feel the same way she felt about him. She could see the longing in his eyes and she had no doubts that her own were probably mirroring his feelings at that moment as well. Caressing his face, she found it difficult to get out any coherent words due to Yunho ramming his cock inside her, but eventually she found her voice.

"I love you Yunho."

His hips momentarily stopped when he heard those 4 words, his mind trying to decipher if it was real or another one of his fantasies. Knowing he was doubting what he heard, she repeated herself.

"I love you Yunho."

Lifting her up, Yunho sat her on top of him, his arms holding her so close to him, he could practically smother her.

"Say that again." He begged her.

Y/N began crying out when he began lifting her up and sinking her back down onto his cock, his hips relentlessly bucking up into her. His fingers were gripping onto the sides of her waist so hard they would probably leave prints for days to come. Her nails raked along his back, leaving scratch marks plastered on the top.

"I love you! I love you!" She began chanting loudly through chattering teeth and shaky breathing.

Yunho felt himself go feral at hearing her repeat her words, wanting to hear her say it for so many years.

"Fuck I love you too my darling."

When he shifted angles underneath her slightly, he brushed against her g-spot, making Y/N's whimpers turn even louder and her walls clenched tighter around him.

"Right there love? Does it feel good right there?" He cooed in her ear, fingers brushing against the bulge protruding out of her stomach.

Through tear brimmed eyes, Y/N frantically nodded.

"Yes! Right there feels good. Please keep going, I'm going to cum." She begged him, her nails digging sharply into his skin.

Yunho continued to stroke his hips up, watching intently as Y/N shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth. Holding onto her tightly, he witnessed as she began sputtering incoherent words while her body shook uncontrollably on top of him, her orgasm washing over her and coating Yunho's cock which was still sliding in and out of her. It was such a beautiful scene, seeing her dissolve into immense pleasure that he didn't fall far behind as he began pumping all of his cum into her, shooting a heavy load that some began to spill onto his thighs as he continued to bounce her on top of him, helping them both ride out their highs.

They were so exhausted they ended up collapsing on the bed, their breathing raspy and hoarse. Reaching his hand out, Yunho pulled her body back up against his, wanting to stay as close to her as possible. Brushing some of her hair out of her face, he wiped off some of the smudged eyeliner and mascara that had become messy.

"I look ugly don't I?" She questioned him.

"You're always gorgeous to me, although if you want my honest opinion, I think you're prettier without any makeup on." He nuzzled his nose against hers.

Snuggling close to him, Y/N buried her face in his chest, inhaling in his scent while her ears listened intently to the beating of his heart. Their fingers began to play with one another, bumping against each other or just clasping and unclasping back and forth.

"So does this make us....?" She looked up at him.

"I mean, I would hope so. I was literally balls deep inside you while I declared my love for you. I would expect us to be official at this rate."

They both laughed softly at his answer.

"We should have been honest with each other a long time ago." She lamented not saying anything before.

"I'll say, I could have been making love to you a long time ago."

Y/N squealed when Yunho flipped her over, making her lie face down while pushing her legs apart.

"Y-Yunho! Already?" She couldn't stop blushing as she felt his dick poking at her ass.

"What can I say beautiful? You rile me up as if I was a teenager again." He had absolutely no shame as he began pushing inside her once again.

"But what if they hear us?" She pointed to the walls, knowing fully well her friends were probably already back in their rooms by now.

Yunho didn't seem to care as he fully shoved himself inside her folds and pressed open mouth kisses on the nape of her neck.

"Well then I hope they brought ear plugs."

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[tainted-wine]

Heroes (And a Villain) Handling a Laughably Unfit S/O

Headcanons I came up with while thinking about how pathetic I am during my daily workout routines.

Yagi Toshinori

It’s really impressive that you’re nearly as frail as him, and you don’t even have the excuse of fighting powerful villains and missing major organs.

He helped transform little Deku into a capable vessel for One For All. You shouldn’t be a problem! Don’t worry, he’s not gonna have you carrying heavy junk everyday. 

We’ve seen that Toshi still exercises, so now he’s going to drag you along on his daily jogs. No excuses. If his skeleton ass can do it, then so can you.

He’s sad about the state he’s in now, but he’s still going to do everything he can to stay relatively healthy, and so should you, dammit.

Exhausting yourselves but also motivating each other keeps both of your spirits up. 

He’s going to do what he can to rescue his lover from one of the greatest evils in the world: Physical Inactivity.

Toshi: Look at that, we reached the beach this time.

You: Are you serious? We only ran that far? Ugh, this is pitiful.

Toshi: It’s less pitiful than our last run. Good job.

You: You too :)

Shouta Aizawa

If Aizawa is going to help you, he’s not gonna half-ass it. Get ready to endure his personal workout plan. 

He tries to not look too disappointed when you collapse on the fifth push-up. He’s convinced that this is gonna be more tiresome for him than for you.

No, he is not going to let you screw up your schedule and take any breaks because you didn’t sleep well or your leg hurts. 

“Every morning, seven days a week. That’s all I’m asking for. Learn some discipline.”

Will make sure you’re fit enough to at least throw a basic punch and kick.

He’s gonna make you do shit like tumbling as well. Flexibility is important.

When you fall over because you managed to hurt your ankle during some jumping jacks, he just stares.

Aizawa: “You’re expelled.”

You: “Huh?? From what?”

Aizawa: “I don’t know. But you’re expelled.”

Yamada Hizashi

Hizashi is more like your personal cheerleader than a coach.

“GET PUMPED!!” is a playlist he made specially for you with music that should keep you more hyped than Rocky Balboa himself.

He’s gonna make sure you at least have enough stamina to keep up with him when you dance together.

“Hi I’m Present Mic and I’m your freestyle dance teacher.”

There’s nobody better than him when it comes to giving you full-body workouts while being super fun about it.

Your phone will buzz with voice messages. “HEEEY, my baby better be groovin’ right now! I hope you have the ‘Wiggle Wop’ memorized when I come back ‘cause I’ll be putting you to the test!”

tl;dr Hizashi is Zumba Fitness.

Hawks

When Hawks hears you say that you want to improve your cardio...

“Oh, so you think you should walk more? I guess you won’t be taking any more flights with me.”

Say goodbye to your living personal plane. He’ll encourage you to reach all of your destinations on foot or on a bike.

Of course, he won’t be around much, so he’ll keep a feather on you to keep track of your activity and wellbeing.

You’re about to say “screw this” and hail a cab during a tiring walk, only for the feather to suddenly come to life and attack you. The driver watches you squeal while the tiny flying object assaults your ribs and shoves you away from the car. He just shrugs and moves on to find a customer that isn’t dealing with...whatever’s happening to you.

Hawks: “You’ve gotta try this new food joint with me. It’s on the other side of town.”

You: “Sounds nice, just pick me up an-”

Hawks: “Nope.”

While you’re fuming and your stomach growls, Hawks discovers that it’s pretty nice to slow down and just walk with you. 

He doesn’t expect you to make the whole journey. Once you’ve exhausted yourself and worked up an appetite, he’ll scoop you up in his arms. Feels like he hasn’t done that in forever!

Taishiro Toyomitsu

Taishiro will be there to keep an eye on your diet as well as your fitness.

As a guy who’s always fattening himself up, he knows which foods cause the most weight gain and health issues.

Now Tai doesn’t believe in eating meals so light that you’re practically starving yourself. “That’s just gonna make ya crave the bad stuff even more!”

He’ll make sure you’re burning those delicious calories and carbs instead of sitting around and letting it all turn into fat. 

Sure, his quirk sounds great right about now, but at least you’re not always hungry like him. That’s not easy on the wallet!

He can recommend a lot of places for healthier eating. You’ll even get plenty of discounts thanks to his reputation among restaurants. “Just tell them Fatgum sent you!”

He personally prefers weight training, but you’re always welcome to try something less strenuous around him.

Hey look, Kirishima and Amajiki are here too!

You: Doesn’t Amajiki eat a wide variety of stuff? What keeps him thin?

Fatgum: Stress.

Kirishima: Stress.

Amajiki: A lot of stress.

Tomura Shigaraki

Shiggy doesn’t care.

Or at least, he didn’t. Until he watched you play an active video game and you said that your arms were tired. It hasn’t even been thirty minutes.

Fuck that. If you’re gonna have the audacity to ask him to stop his rpg grinding so that you can play Wii Sports together, at least last long enough for him to enjoy himself. Didn’t mean to make that last part sound suggestive.

“For god’s sake. Do some arm rolls or something.”

Besides, exercise sharpens your brain to perform better during gaming. He always feels ready to face the hardest boss after killing people. Murder really gets the blood pumping.

He tosses you an old dance mat so that you can get your DDR on.

Once your stamina and strength is maxed out, he makes you play with him again. And look at that, your mind is clear enough to properly strategize now!

Shigaraki: Not bad.

You: Thanks. So...can we play bowling now?”

Shigaraki: “......Fine.”

#yagi toshinori #all might #shouta aizawa #yamada hizashi #present mic #hawks #keigo takami #taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum #Tomura Shigaraki

[jawabear]

Hi~ Can I request a fic? for season 3 Javier Peña. Maybe some soft Javi. With y/n being a colleague, but struggling to get back to work because of mental trauma. If that's ok with you.

Don’t leave (Javier Peña X Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: Hey! Here’s another request for my sweetheart Javi. Thanks to anon for helping out a little more. However, I feel like this isn’t great? But I really hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, injury detail, mentions of blood, violence, tears, mental trauma, comfort

Summary: After a mission turns south and months of being off work, she has to face the reality of going back to work.

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She didn’t know what came over her.

Everything moved in slow motion as one of the men lifted their gun and pointed it over at Javier. She wasn’t in control of her legs as she ran between them.

Her blood seemed to run cold when the gun went off. There was a ringing in her ear. She could hear another muffled gun shot and the muffled call of her name but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything other than fall to the ground.

“Fucking shit (Y/N)!” Javi yelled as he crawled over to her lifted her shaking torso into his lap. “Why the fuck did you do that, you idiot!” he scaled her. He pulled his radio from his belt and gave an order to call for an ambulance before he threw his radio to the ground.

She looked up at him with wide eyes full of fear. She was barely breathing and her lips were trembling. He looked down her body to her stomach that was flooding blood that was seeping into her blue shirt. “J-Javi..” she whimpered. Her voice was barely there though.

“The ambulance is on its way (Y/N). You’re going to be okay” he told her trying not to cry at the sight of her lying petrified in his arms. “You’re gonna be okay (Y/N)”

Javier didn’t move from her. He held her almost lovingly in his arms, gently stroking her hair as he whispered the same words to her over and over again, it got to the point where he was more convincing himself than her was convincing her. But she never responded to him. She just continued to stare at him with the same terrified eyes.

“Peña, la ambulancia está aquí” (Peña, the ambulance is here) a voice came over the discarded radio beside him.

He picked up the radio and put it back on his belt. “Hold on (Y/N)” he whispered to her. He slipped one arm under her knees and the other under her torso and carefully lifted her into his arms as he stood and walked as quickly as he could outside where the ambulance was waiting.

The paramedics raced over to him seeing the state that (Y/N) was in. He walked her over to the ambulance and placed her onto the bed on the inside. She gripped hold of him like her life depended on it, because it felt like it did. She felt that if she let go of him, that would be it for her. “Don’t leave” she whispered desperately.

“I won’t leave you (Y/N)” he told her as he managed to pry her arms from him “I’ll come see you. But you need to go right now”

“Javi..” he had to ignore her as he jumped out of the back of the ambulance. He took one last look at her, tears beginning the fall down her cheeks, either from pain or from the fact he was leaving her. He felt unbelievable guilt wash over him but he had to close the doors.

(Y/N) drew in a sharp breath as she splashed water over her face bringing her back into her equally painful reality. She looked at herself in her bathroom mirror and hated the sight. Seeing how her eyes were red and puffy for her uncontrollable tears of fear. Seeing dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Well, peaceful sleep. The sleep she had been getting was plagued of the memory of the event or nightmarish versions of it. Although she still hadn’t come to terms with the fact it was a reality.

But the scar on her stomach was evidence enough.

Taking in a few deep breath, she turned off the tap stopping the water. She stood there for a moment longer, griping the sink in both hands as to try and ground herself. She was trying to brace herself for today.

She knew it wasn’t going to be easy. She would most likely suffer for the whole day. But she had to go back at some point, and if she didn’t now, then she never would.

(Y/N) let out a slow breath and pushed herself off the sink and slowly made her way out of her bathroom. She now face a new challenge; getting dressed. She already had her clothes laid out on her bed, but she didn’t quiet know how to go about it. If she were in any other state, it would be simple. But the injury to her stomach made it all the more difficult.

It had been six months almost to the day since it happened. She had been at home for those six months, bored out of her mind and in incredible pain. She spent most of her day in bed for it was too much to move. Only getting up to use the bathroom, get a drink or make some food. But even doing that let her in excruciating pain and short of breath.

The highlight of her week would be when Javier would come round to visit her, to check on her. He always brought over some ice cream because it was easy to eat, plus she loved it. But since he had been delving deeper and deeper into the Cali Cartel, he had been flying between Bogotá and Cali quite a lot so his visits became less and less frequent, leaving her all alone with her nightmares.

But she didn’t blame Javi for leaving her alone. He was doing his job and she wasn’t prepared to get in the way of that. She was convinced that if it wasn’t for him, she would be dead anyway. She was immensely thankful to have him as a friend.

(Y/N) was also thankful that the ambulance showed up when it did. Not just because it meant she got to the hospital quicker, but because she was a second away from confessing how much she loved him. She believed she was in the verge of death and didn’t want to go without telling him, but she knew if she did, she would have to live with the embarrassment that he did not feel the same. They were friends. Just friends.

Somehow she managed to get changed into her fresh clothes. Today she was returning to work. Ambassador Crosby had warned her against it saying she still needed time to rest both physically and mentally, Javi said this too but she couldn’t spend another minute at home on her own. She had to get back to work.

The journey from her apartment to her car took twice as long than it should have, and the journey from her car (in her car) to the embassy was just the same, but that was partly due to traffic.

When she finally made it to the embassy, she couldn’t bring herself to get out of her car. She sat and watched people walk in and out of the building. To them, everything was normal. But to (Y/N), having to walk back into the building was like walking into the jaws of death.

(Y/N) leant her head on the steering wheel and squeezed her eyes shut, drawing in shaky breaths as she tried to calm herself down and hype herself up for going back inside. “Come on (Y/N)” she whispered to herself “you got this far. Just a few more steps and you’ll be there”

She drew in a few more breaths before grabbing her bag and pulling herself out of her car. She took her time in walking to the embassy, those who were outside gave her looks as she walked past them but she tried her best to ignore them. But when she got inside it was no better. Everyone looked at her and whispered amongst themselves. She was the desk agent that got shot. Thats what she was known as now. Not the smiley, happy, caring agent she was before. She was the one who got shot.

To get to her own office she had to walk past Javi’s. She looked into it and saw it was empty. She also noticed that Van Ness and Feistl’s desks were empty too, meaning they were all out scoping for leads in the Cali cartel, most likely in Cali.

Finally she got to her office and saw a pile of papers on her desk. At least she would have something to distract her. At the top of the pile was a note from the Ambassador welcoming her back and telling her to take it easy.

She sat down in her chair and let out a sigh as she examined the stack of files she had been left to deal with. She grabbed a pen and the top file and began getting to work trying to focus only on the paper rather than the nightmarish visions at the back of her mind crawling closer and deeper into her.

It can’t have been any more than ten minutes before she got a sharp pain in her stomach causing her to stop and sit back in her chair. She was overcome by sudden frustration at the fact that she couldn’t even do her work.

“What are you doing back?” Came a voice form the door way. She looked up and saw Javi standing there.

“Working” she mumbled picking up her pen again.

“Clearly you’re in a fit state to be working” he said.

“I cleared it with Crosby”

“And he told you to take another few weeks off” Javi stepped into her office and closed the door before taking the chair opposite her and crossing one leg over the other “like I did. Why didn’t you listen?”

“You can’t say that” she said with a slight smile “you didn’t listen to me. You remember when we were still in training and you literally shattered your leg? I told you to rest but you came back way too soon”

“That was different (Y/N)” he told her “that was my own fault”

“And so was this” she told him “I’m the one who jumped in front of the bullet after all...”

There was a heavy silence over the two of them as she just stared at the piece of paper on her desk. There were so many thing Javier wanted to say to her. So many things he could’ve said to break the silence but he was scare the open his mouth. Scared that everything he wanted to say would just tumble out of his mouth in a mess that she couldn’t understand and he’d embarrass himself in front of her. But it was selfish of him to be thinking about his own stupid problems when the woman he loved took a bullet for him. But there was one question that was at the forefront of his mind.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He watched her as she dropped her pen again and her bottom lip trembled. She brought her hand to her forehead and turned her head from him slightly.

(Y/N) drew in a sharp breath before she started to cry quietly. She didn’t want him to see but there was nothing that could stop him considering he was sat right in front of her. Javier stood from his chair and pulled it round to her so he was sat beside her. He rested his hands on her thighs, rubbing them in a loving manner.

“I’m sorry Javi” she sobbed into her hands “I’m so sorry”

“Hey,” he said softly as he reached out to grab her hands to pulled them from her face making her look at him. His heart sank when he saw her bloodshot, watery eyes. A similar broken look in her as to when it happened. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for” he said rubbing the back of her hands with his thumbs.

“I was an idiot...” she sniffed.

“Yeah, you were” he agreed with a nod making her laugh slightly. “But I would’ve done the same for you” he told her quietly.

“Javi..”

“I’m serious (Y/N). Had it been the other way round, I would’ve taken a bullet for you”

“I wouldn’t want you to do that for me”

“And I didn’t want you to do it for me” he said “and...I’ve never been more scared in my life” he paused for a moment. His grip on her hands tightening as he swallowed thickly trying not to cry himself. “The thought of loosing you...I couldn’t do this without you (Y/N). I couldn’t live in a world without you. You mean more to me than you will ever know...”

He saw tears fall to her hands and heard her drew in shaky breaths. He moved further to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. She gripped his suit jacket and sobbed into his shirt. “I’m so sorry Javier. I don’t want to live without you”

“You won’t (Y/N). I’m going to help you get through this. You will get through this” he told her placing a soft kiss to her hair “I’m not going to leave you. Not this time”

04/01/21

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[kshira]

hq boys & dates :･ﾟ

+ atsumu miya, yu nishinoya, koshi sugawara & kōtarō bokuto

ღ ◟ t/w| cursing

atsumu miya → laser tag

-he takes his dates with you seriously, and has them planned months beforehand.

-has countdown apps telling him the months, weeks, days and even seconds left before his dates with you.

-on this particular date, he’s banging at your door at six am pulling you from bed “babe get up, yer gonna be late for our date!!”

-“atsumu the place doesn’t even open till noon, my god.”

-he wants to get there first, at six am.

-while you two are waiting for the door to open he’s yanking you through it, again he’s very serious

-atsumu is competitive so you know what’s going to happen next

-vietnam war flashbacks start, and you can see him in the back just hopping around sniping literal children

-at one point he’s army crawling on the dirty ass ground, and you just look down and you’re like “dude you have candy stuck to you.”

-he gets super confused and thinks he’s on the losing team, so the circus music that plays in his head on loop has intensified and he starts yelling at you “to get your shit together”

-once the victory has been set atsumu puts his super sweaty arm around your shoulder “let’s do this again, it was fun!”

-“yes atsumu it was fun, let’s ignore the crying children in the background and panic workers wondering why there are holes in the wall and get ice cream”

yu nishinoya → playground

-his dates are always sporadic, he always calls when you’ve just got home and about to relax and then he’s calling you while he’s outside of your house asking you if you want to go to a playground.

-while he’s pulling up he hasn’t even put the car in park before he’s hauling ass to the swings, you have to just kinda reach over and yank it in park

-*cue to him eating shit on the way to the swings, and just kinda brushes hisself off and continues on*

-he’s gonna swing as high as he can before jumping off and landing that jump and honestly it was amazing

-you can’t keep your eyes on him because the man stays on one thing for five seconds before he’s on to the next

-last thing is the monkey bars, yes those monkey bars

-he jumps up on them and starts doing flips and shit (honestly i’ve never played on monkey bars so just bare with me)

-he’s going to be showing off before he just flips off of it and doesn’t move so you run over to him in panic because he’s lying still and groaning

-“oh my god, noya are you okay? bones!! oh my god i see bones!”

-he’s pulling out his wallet and you’re like oh thank god his information and insurance

-ha sike, he pulls out a stamped card with holes punched in it “it’ll be my fifth ER visit so this one is free, ready for our next adventure??”

koshi sugawara → putt-putt

-he probably saw it on the internet a day before and it was bring one person the other is free.

- i just see him as a money saver. but like in a sexy way.

-he’s very professional about this, so you get your own club and no sharing also you’re going to be completely quiet while he hits this signature suga hit okay.

-but when you hit?

-oh, he’s ripping you the entire time, “honey i know you can hit better than that!” and the famous “well if you insist let me show you how to do it”

-he’ll wrap his arms around you and put his mouth close to your ear and whisper sweet little praises while he shows you how to properly hit it

-but it goes like two feet

-and he’s going to count that as a hit

-he’s lowkey pissing you off with his counts that you are fucking up so bad

-so now you’re on the last hole and you’re like you know what fuck it and you yeet that motherfucker

-and it’s going to go in for a ball in one!

-yeah no, it ricochet right for his face

-“oh honey i guess that’s one hit!” you say dropping the mic club.

kotaro bokuto → axe throwing

-he calls you that night and casually brings it up

-“me and you? with objects that can kill me? and you’re going to be throwing them? oh my god this is a dream come true bokuto.”

-no but really he comes picks you up and he’s so excited

-you two get there and he is amazed to have the axe in his hand

-you’ve thrown multiple and he’s still staring down at it in awe

-when he finally throws it, you just flinch at the soul crunching sound it makes

-but honestly he’s really good

-okay except for the one he did with his eye closed and the workers had to pull it from the ceiling

-he is the hype train with you

-every throw you make whether it’s good or bad he’s yelling “that’s my girl! everybody stop what you’re doing and watch this beautiful women throw this!” and you’re like “bokuto stop” but really feed me more

-he’ll watch you so intensely every time you throw it and his eyes gleam so bright when you turn to him after you threw it

-he gets a little cocky at the end though and you have to stop him from throwing with both hands

-“come on bokuto let’s go get food now” you tell him while you two are about to get in his car

-“is that an axe?? did you take that with you??” you yell at him while he’s swishing it around the air about to get in the car

-“well yeah duh, i got to have a souvenir for our awesome date.” he says grinning while driving away from the place and steering with axe in hand

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[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | 37

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 5k

; Warnings: Discussions of IVF, sperm donation

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Thank you for the reception to the last chapter! :D I think that was the most comments/feedback in a long time for Flower haha. It means a lot to me to have your comments like that <3333 I hope you enjoy this one, perhaps it’s not really what you were expecting. I changed the last few around and the characters had decided this was the way they wanted to go! (it might sound silly but honestly, characters have a life of their own!)

; Flower Masterpost

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“Meeps!” Hoseok’s calls from the hallway, catching your attention from where you’d lined up all your baking ingredients on the counter. “I’m heading out.”

Placing the glass bowl down carefully, you wipe your hands clean before heading out and smiling at him brightly. He’s got a dark denim jacket on alongside his new favourite black leather biker style boots, looking suitably rocker and even more sexy. Maybe you had a thing for those boots.

You don’t let him know this though, just watching as he pats his pockets to check he has his phone and wallet before a concerned expression takes over his face. Chuckling, you reach out to tap his hand, revealing the car keys he’s panicking over and causing his cheeks to fluff a pretty rose.

“Thanks. Do you want me to bring you anything back later? I can swing by the store on my way back home once we’re done?” Shaking your head at him, you squeeze at the hand you’re still touching and give him a thankful smile.

“No, I’m good. We’re going to order in later. Maybe that Japanese place that we ordered from the other week or something. Thank you, though. Enjoy yourself, okay? Text me when you’re going to set off.” Hoseok nods before leaning forward, giving you a quick kiss before he’s out of the door. 

Standing for a moment, you overhear the sound of his car starting up before turning around and heading back into the kitchen. Grabbing your phone, your fingers tap at the screen as you let the girl’s know that the door is open for them to just walk in. Almost as soon as you’ve sent the message into your group chat, you’re distracted away by the bark from Ciri at your feet.

She’s still pretty small, only a little bigger than she’d been three months ago when Hoseok had proposed, but you think that just makes her look cuter. Thankfully, she’s been very easy to train so far and she’s currently sat so prettily as she looks up at you, big eyes staring intently at your hands.

Another short, sharp bark makes you laugh as you glance at the stuff you’d gotten out to bake with. Crouching down, you stroke her fur and make baby noises to her until her tail is sweeping the floor rapidly.

“Ciri-billy, I haven’t even started yet! You can’t eat them as they are now. Have some patience my darling.” You don’t know why you call your pets the nicknames that you do, or even where the names come. They just tend to pop out of your mouth when you’re talking to them and you just roll with it.

It’s caused Hoseok to laugh more than once to hear you call Kasumi your chicken or Ciri your little pudding. Particularly given you don’t call him by many pet names, instead just using his name or Hobi. Occasionally he’ll get a ‘babe’ or a ‘sweetheart’ but it’s not too often.

“Soon my bub.” Giggling, you give her a final stroke before standing back up and facing the counter. Quickly opening Spotify and beginning the playlist of your favourite songs, you keep your phone within easy reaching distance while looking over the recipe you’d printed out earlier in the day.

It takes only minutes for you to become entranced in what you’re doing; careful measuring of ingredients and the delicate balance of mixing them to create a wonderful treat. Only what you’re making today isn’t for yourself, or even your best friends.

No, they’re for Ciri. You’d found a recipe for grain-free dog treats and you’d decided to try making them. Part of you couldn’t quite believe what you were doing, particularly for a dog, but you would enjoy seeing Ciri enjoy them all. It wouldn’t surprise you if Hoseok decided to try and eat one himself.

You’re so involved with baking and singing along to the music that plays through the Bluetooth connected speakers in the kitchen, obviously something that Hoseok had bought because you’d considered it pointless, that you don’t hear the front door opening. It’s only when you turn to put some of the finished treats onto the wire trays that you’ve lined up that you realise when Chungha is suddenly standing in front of you.

Shrieking, you jump and have to battle to not drop all the freshly baked goods onto the floor while cursing up a storm. Almost immediately she moves to help you, apologising profusely as she yelps when grabbing a falling dog treat, her face twisting as it burns her fingers.

“Oh fuck! Chungha, shit. Are you okay? Oh my god, come over here.” Tugging her to the sink, you turn on the cold water and shove her hand under it, ignoring her whine of pain as the cold water interacts with her burn. The two of you focus on making sure it’s okay, even resulting in you going to grab the first aid kit Hoseok had bought a year ago when a sudden voice interrupts.

“What is going on here?” Two sides of wide eyes turn to Soyeon, letting her see the medical stuff you’ve haphazardly thrown on the side as you’ve looked for the burn ointment you could have sworn was in here. A glance at the treats causes a small ‘o’ to form on her pretty lips before she leans against the counter, elbows on the top.

“Ooh, baking mishap?” Teasing you with a grin and a wiggle of her brows, you nod before handing Chungha the tube you’d finally found. She gives you a smile of gratitude and applies some to her hand, her lips pursed into an adorable pout as she concentrates. You’re so busy concentrating on watching her that you almost miss Soyeon’s hand as it reaches out to the wire trays.

“No!” Shouting, the word causes her to jerk in surprise as she snaps her hand back with almost obscenely wide eyes. Cringing, you realised that you’d perhaps been a little bit too loud and give her an apologetic wince.

“Sorry. I just...they’re not for us. They’re for Ciri! I found a recipe to make some treats for her so I thought I’d give it a go. Think I made enough for her?” Brow raising, you chuckle while gesturing to the ridiculous amount. Perhaps you’d bought a little too many ingredients and gotten just a little excited in it.

There’s no way you could feed Ciri all this before they went off. She’d end up getting sick, and you hated having to clean that up. Which meant you couldn’t because then Hoseok would have to clean it up and you know he’d whine and pout the whole time.

“I can take some back for Mandu?” Soyeon offers, referring to the cute golden labrador that Jungkook and her had adopted two months ago. They’d gotten her from a shelter as a puppy and Jungkook had been the one to pick her name, unsurprisingly choosing something food-related given mandu was Korean-style dumplings.

“Sure, I’ll make sure you can take some back for Eevee too,” Glancing to Chungha, you gesture over to the box on the other counter. “For us though, I did make us some triple chocolate cookies! Not entirely sure how many are left because Hoseok was being a locust.”

That gets a snort from them all as you separate the dog treats so that all three dogs will get an equal amount before washing your hands. Chungha puts the kit away and takes out two glasses from a cupboard before handing one over to Soyeon. The two take a glance inside the fridge before filling them up with fizzy lemonade.

As far as you knew, that was just what Hoseok liked to drink with one of his alcohols. It made it more like a soft drink or something.

Grabbing the box of cookies, you head into the living room and sit on the couch with a leg curled up beneath you. Your best friends follow and sit as well, looking over at the television where Netflix has been paused in the show you’d been watching. One of what was considered to be your worst traits was that you took far too long to watch the ‘popular’ shows, which is why you’d finally started watching Breaking Bad way too late.

Hoseok had been bugging you to try and watch it for years now but you’d just never been interested.

“Ooh, you’re getting to a good bit.” Chungha comments, reaching forward to grab one of the cookies out of the box and munching on it. A soft noise of happiness leaves her as she chews, her butt wiggling as the flavours melt on her tongue.

“Shh, I already have to put up with Hoseok doing that. I don’t need you doing it too,” Pursing your lip into a pout, you cross your legs and grab the sleeping Pikachu cushion from your side before hugging it. “I’m going, to be honest with you as well, I don’t really like this. I don’t get the hype.”

As expected, both of them look at you with shocked faces that make you want to laugh. You don’t know what it is about going against the grain but the reactions you got never ceased to amaze you.

“Are you kidding? Breaking Bad is like...television perfection! The character arcs are just...urgh, exquisite.” Brow raising, you watch as Chungha continues to wax poetic about the show while Soyeon nods along and interjects now and again in support.

“Well, I think it’s pretty boring. And I don’t like Walter. He’s an asshole.” More shocked looks cause you to reach out and take the PS4 controller, exiting the show and moving on to look through the large list of shows and films Netflix had on offer. Without any input from either of them, you settle on The Umbrella Academy.

You’d already watched both seasons but it was something easy to have on in the background while you all probably talked instead. 

“How’s wedding planning?” The question comes from Soyeon, who lets her head drop onto the back of the couch. Kasumi is laid out next to her, probably purring contentedly as her soft fur is stroked and she gets all the scratches and love. Ciri is currently curled up between Chungha and you, her tail hitting your thigh gently.

“Good, good. We’ve chosen a date and booked the venue so...we’re going to get the invites done as soon as we can. Before we get onto picking stuff for the actual ceremony and all that, we’re going to book the honeymoon. Priorities, you know. I think we’re leaning towards Argentina for two weeks at the minute but that might change.” You were adamant on exploring the world with Hoseok and Argentina would be your first foray into South America.

Which wasn’t much really considering you’d only ever visited Italy and Thailand so far. But still, when the opportunity arose then you would grasp it firmly.

Chungha finishes off her cookie before brushing at her mouth delicately, “Have you bought one of those wedding planner’s? Where it lists out all the stuff for you to plan and add in ideas and stuff?”

Nodding, you smile at her before gesturing over to the bookcase to the right. Alongside the books, video games, figurines and plushies that had accumulated over time was the binder that you’d purchased only days after getting engaged. Part of you was still trying to get your head around the fact that you no longer had a boyfriend but a fiancé. 

And in a couple of months then you’d have a husband. It was odd to think about.

“Ah, it’s all exciting to think about.”

“It is, but I don’t have much more to tell you at the minute, to be honest. We haven’t decided much more apart from that and I haven’t looked into anything else. I’m trying not to overwhelm myself, you know? Go slow.” That gets them both nodding in acknowledgement before they look around.

“Where’s Hoseok gone today?”

“Oh, he’s gone to a concert with Taehyung and Yoongi. Some...weird prog-rock band or something. He’s been playing some of the songs lately and they sound odd but he’s into it so,” You shrug with a wry twist to your lips, causing them to snort. “I doubt he’ll be home before midnight, to be honest, so...we have the house to ourselves, ladies!”

“I mean...I’m pretty sure the most exciting thing we’re going to do is just eat food or something. Which is probably all we ever do when we’re together. You guys are not good for my waistline.” Soyeon groans, patting her flat stomach and you give her a droll stare.

“Really?”

“Yeah?” Chungha backs you up and you can’t help but laugh in amusement, giving her an equally amused stare. She’s just as skinny as Soyeon is but you can’t bring yourself to argue with either of them. Everyone has their issues going on after all.

That thought makes you frown and you reach out to Soyeon, clasping her hand tightly as you watch her with concern. Your sudden change in demeanour causes her brow to lower, gaze skittering away from yours given how intense it was.

“You’re okay, right? There’s nothing wrong or anything you’d wanna talk about?” The sincerity in your voice makes her smile softly, her free hand coming to rest against your own and squeezing it gently.

“I’m okay, I promise. It was just a joke, honestly.” Twisting your lips slightly, you stare deeply into her eyes before nodding slowly in acceptance. After spending so long hating yourself, you didn’t want to let your friends feel even an iota of the self-hatred you had. Especially when they were so pretty anyway.

“So err...while we’re still talking about moderately serious stuff, I have something to ask both of you. I mean...well it’s kinda weird that I’m asking you both but I figure I should ask you to get your permission before asking them.” Chungha is babbling and you tilt your head in question, brow creasing as you wonder what on earth she’s trying to get at. She seems nervous given the way her fingers play with themselves and her eyes skitter away from your direction.

“Dahyun was supposed to be here, you know that, but she’s ended up having to go see her grandparents as her grandma is sick right now. Otherwise, she’d be here too. So...we’ve decided that we want a kid. And we’re looking to adopt, we’ve put our names down and everything but it takes a while to even get approved for that. But we also would like to have a baby as well. Like...one of ours. I know Dahyun, in particular, is quite eager to get to experience pregnancy because she’d always dreamed of having a baby but as you can guess, being lesbians we don’t have the option of getting pregnant so easily.” Now your eyebrows have lifted high, probably almost to your hairline as you listen to Chungha’s nervous words.

It doesn’t surprise you that they’re wanting to have kids now. They’ve been together for a while as well, and you know that they’ve been considering whether or not to get married. For the moment though, they’d just registered themselves in a civil partnership, unsure whether they wanted to go through the whole wedding thing just yet. Though you did not doubt that they would eventually go for it.

Kids were the next logical choice for them, and you felt excitement bubbling in your stomach at the thought of Chungha being a mommy. Even if you didn’t like kids, it didn’t mean that you weren’t excited for your friends when they wanted to have them.

You could imagine that it was a bit more stressful for Chungha and Dahyun as a lesbian couple, as compared to a heterosexual couple. The more you thought about that actually, the more unfair it seemed. People were getting pregnant all the time by accident, but your best friend had to go through so much effort to get the same result.

“So, we’ve looked into IVF and all that stuff. There’s not just IVF, there are other methods too. But if we’re spending money on it then we’d rather have the best chance of success, you know? I’m not explaining it very well but I’m not a scientist either, we’ve researched it a lot and had a preliminary appointment either way. I just...have something potentially awkward to ask.” She pauses at that, her face twisting into a picture of nerves and hesitation.

A glance at Soyeon has you catching eye contact, but neither of you says anything and decide to let Chungha go at her own pace. You have an idea as to where she’s going with this, but you feel that she should at least be allowed to get there on her own.

“So, we can use sperm from a sperm bank, right? It’s all checked over and vetted, but it’s really expensive. And I know that sounds rich considering we’re wanting to have a baby and the last thing they are is cheap, but we’re trying to look at all our options for the moment. What I’m trying to ask in a long-winded way is would either of you be okay if we asked Hoseok or Jungkook to maybe donate? I know it sounds awkward given we know them and you’re both dating them but they can get everything tested and I’d feel a little easier if we knew the sperm donor, you know?” A grimace takes over her mouth, causing you to frown as you reach out and squeeze her leg in reassurance.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologise. I think we’ve all been friends for long enough that something like this can be discussed without ridicule or negative emotions, right?” Looking to Soyeon, you feel relief as she smiles and nods in agreement. “I’m excited for you to start a family! You know I’m not one for kids so I can’t say I understand the whole process you’re going through but I can assure you that I’ll support you and Dahyun the whole way. In terms of a donation...well it’s up to you, Soyeon, and Jungkook. Hoseok literally can’t.”

Glancing between them both, you make a scissors gesture and watch in amusement as both their eyebrows rise in realisation. It wasn’t something you’d discussed with them before, even if Hoseok had been fine about it, mainly because you’d felt Hoseok’s health and your sex life weren’t things to casually talk about. But you felt it important at this moment to make sure Chungha knew that you weren’t being callous.

“Oh? That makes sense though, you’ve never wanted kids and it doesn’t surprise me that Hoseok doesn’t want them either then. So that leaves Jungkook, huh?” Soyeon chuckles, leaning back against the couch and stroking at Kasumi’s ears gently. You wonder what she’ll say, given it’d mean her best friend having Jungkook’s baby before she does. 

Some women wouldn’t be on board with that, and you suppose it’s a sign of how much Chungha loves and trusts you both that she’s querying you both with this. On the other hand, you have complete confidence that if you both turned her down then she wouldn’t be offended and they would instead use a sperm bank as she’d said.

Chungha turns more to Soyeon, playing with her hands as her nerves ramp up. It must be affecting Ciri because the dog sits up, tilting her head and staring almost in concern at your friend. Smiling, you scoop Ciri into your lap and scratch behind her ears until her back leg is going.

“You can say no, I won’t be offended. Nor would Dahyun, if she could be here. We don’t expect anything. I just wanted to ask you both first because I felt it’d be rude of me to just go to him instead of querying with you two. You’re my best friends and they are your boyfriends after all. Also, Jungkook can definitely say no too. Once again, we don’t expect him to agree if he’s not comfortable with it. I just...wanted to ask, you know? We kinda considered all of Hoseok’s friends because neither of us has many male friends and we’d love to be able to have a better idea of the donor’s personality, a more detailed medical history and everything. Plus, with us having to do everything medically then it helps to make it a little more ‘normal’ for us. He doesn’t have to be involved in the baby’s life if he doesn’t want to be, otherwise, I’d just like for him to be known as an uncle. In the future, we’d tell them who their sperm donor was if Jungkook was okay with it and they wanted to know.” You find yourself nodding, appreciating the fact that Chungha and Dahyun have thought this through.

While Soyeon might agree to let them ask Jungkook, there was every chance that Jungkook might not want to agree anyway. Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of another woman having his baby, even if he won’t have any rights to it. Some people didn’t like things like that. Or maybe he just didn’t want to, for whatever reason.

The fact that she was making it clear that Jungkook and Soyeon were both allowed, even encouraged, to say no if they felt uncomfortable at any moment settled you. You didn’t want to think that your friends were being forced or coerced into something just because they felt that they had to do it.

“Would it be cheaper though? I mean, I’m assuming they’d have to do tests and stuff to make sure he’s not got any diseases or genetic things that they ideally don’t want to pass on? Doesn’t that cost a lot?” Chungha sighs and nods, her lips turning down slightly.

“We would, but the difference is that I doubt we’d have to do those tests often. So if he agreed then we’d have the tests done but then after that, we don’t pay anything else. The sperm bank that was recommended to us is $1000 for just one vial of sperm. So if that doesn’t work then we have to pay out again. And I’m not saying we wouldn’t pay Jungkook, we’re both willing to offer but the idea of being stung for that much for a tiny vial is painful.” The price makes your eyes bulge while Soyeon’s jaw drops.

“Holy shit! A thousand dollars for something he just washes away? Fucking hell, he’s wasting thousands every time he jacks off. Oh my god, that must be the most expensive thing I’ve ever had in my mouth then.” Snorting, you bite your lip in amusement as you consider how many times Hoseok had ejaculated with you. Though you doubted the man was getting anywhere near a thousand dollars, it was still mind-boggling to know that the price tag on a cumshot.

“It’s ridiculous, right? I mean, okay it’s not really because obviously, they have to do all those tests and stuff. But still! You can understand why we were shocked. Either way, if you or Jungkook says no then we’re going to go that way. I want you to know that we’re not laying all our eggs in one basket. No pun intended there.” That makes all of you chuckle, the mood lightening up as you do so.

Reaching forward to the box you’d placed on the coffee table, you grab another cookie before handing more out to the two of them. Each takes one with a grateful smile before biting into it.

“I’m okay with it. I’m not sure whether I want kids or not and I think we’re just taking it as an ‘if it happens then it happens’ approach. So, to me, I’m not bothered if Jungkook says yes. Plus, you’re my best friend and I’d much rather you have a baby where you know the dad and can get more information from him. And oh my god, Jungkook would make such good babies. They’d be adorable and he has the sweetest personality!” Soyeon squeals, shaking the cookie around in excitement as she imagines his metaphorical children.

For a moment, you imagine it as well and can’t help but smile. You certainly hoped that his babies would all get his big, emotive eyes alongside his endearing personality. Before you can comment on it though, Soyeon continues.

“I will make it clear though, that he doesn’t have to say yes. He might not be comfortable with the idea of having someone he knows having his kid. Or he might not like the idea of not being involved in their lives in a father kind of way. On the other hand, he might turn around and say that he isn’t bothered at all and will give you as much as you want. But I want it to be up to him. Thankfully, I’m not a hugely possessive person so I’m not bothered by the idea of his kids with someone else.”

Watching Chungha’s face carefully, you can’t help but smile at the palpable relief that spreads over it upon Soyeon’s words. That smile vanishes though when you see her eyes glisten, the unshed tears forming fast and causing you to gently put Ciri onto the floor before you’re scooting over to her. Wrapping your arms around her, you make reassuring noises.

You’re not one to get emotional, nor can you handle other people’s emotions, but your best friends are different. They’ve been in your life for long enough by now that you feel the urge to care for them, to listen to their worries and soothe their fears. Seeing Chungha, who is normally so strong, starting to cry at Soyeon’s words makes your stomach hurt.

“Hey, hey!” Soyeon gushes, rushing over to the other side of Chungha until you’re all in some kind of weird cuddle fest. It just makes Chungha let out a laughing sob, the sound thick as the tears slowly start to fall.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t know if I was doing the right thing asking you both this. I know it’s something so big and important. You might have told me to fuck off and got angry with me at even thinking of it and I was so scared that you’d be annoyed by it. I mean, how many other people are going to ask their friends if they can have some of their boyfriends’ sperm to knock up their partner?” Wiping at her tears, you tut softly as you try to erase the eyeliner and mascara that’s begun to smear as well.

“I mean, it is a slightly odd ask. I think we can both agree with that,” Soyeon nods in agreement, running her fingers through Chungha’s hair. “But we’re your best friends. You didn’t demand this from us, you gave us a choice and made it clear we can deny it. I’ll be honest, if Hoseok hadn’t got the snip then I would’ve said no. I’m not personally comfortable with the idea of someone else having his baby. But I know that you would have accepted that choice and not tried to push me. Same as you’ll accept whatever decision Jungkook makes.”

“Yeah, she’s right. We love you, and we know you love us which is why you felt you could ask this of us. I’m more than happy to help my best friend start her family and I know that Dahyun has made you happier than anyone else has over the years. If everything works out then I’m going to be the coolest aunt ever.” Grinning brightly, Soyeon manages to succeed in making Chungha laugh softly.

Getting up, you rush off to the bathroom before coming back and handing her some tissue and make-up remover wipes to clean up her face. A brief smile of gratitude is given to you before she proceeds to scrub at her face.

“You’ll both be great auntie’s. Even if you’re not going to be hugely into the whole thing.” She’s looking at you then, wry amusement in her eyes as her lips twist slightly. Feeling heat spread in embarrassment at her words, you shrug and murmur an apology.

“Don’t worry, we won’t push anything on you. That is, even if it manages to happen. Who knows, maybe we’ll get approved for adoption super quick and we go through that first instead? I have no idea what’s going to happen.” At that moment, Ciri decides to make her presence annoy with a shrill yap.

Looking down at the floor, you chuckle at the sight of her annoyed face that she got pushed off the couch. Reaching out, she jumps up and wiggles herself so that she’s half on Chungha and half on you.

“Okay, I think we’ve had enough emotional and in-depth talks for today. Or at least, for this hour. How about we put on YouTube and just start watching animals being funny? Cheer us all up.” Reaching out for the controller, you exit Netflix as Soyeon nods.

The conversation isn’t quite over, you can tell that much, but you know that for now it’s just being put onto the back burner. You don’t have much more participation you can give the whole thing given you’re not being involved in it, but you’re sure that Chungha and Soyeon will talk everything out much more in-depth before Soyeon asks Jungkook.

It’s an important topic but given Chungha’s emotional nature right now, you don’t want to push it any further just yet. Instead, you figure it’s time to lighten the mood a little before any more serious talk can be had.

“Find one of those TikTok compilations, they’re so funny.” This comes from Soyeon as she points at the screen.

“What? No way, you have to watch like 20 TikTok’s to find one funny one. Vine was so much better.”

“Those are fighting words.”

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[beauty-and-passion]

Heya!

So I remember reading your post about Eurovision a while ago, and since I'm now hooked on a certain collection of songs, I was thinking...

Would you think 'Zitti E Buoni' by Måneskin could be a Remus song, and 'Voilà' by Barbara Pravi a Roman song? Or do you have some ideas on any other Eurovision songs that would fit the Sides?

Just wondering whether you'd like to share some thoughts on this, but no pressure of course! As always, I absolutely love your theories and posts, it always brightens up my day to read :D

This will be a very self indulgent post.

First of all: “no pressure”?! I am HYPED to share my thoughts on this! And this is why it took me so long to reply to this ask: I’ve spent the whole time thinking about which song could fit which Side, going through the last editions, reading the lyrics, searching among my favourites...

So yes, this post will be a bit long. But hey, there is also good music and maybe, by listening to it, you will find something you haven’t heard before! :D

(Of course, in order to make this post understandable, I will translate all lyrics, but the songs aren’t all in English. In any case, every song has a link, so you can hear it on Youtube.)

And yes, I know there are billions of other Eurovision songs, but for the sake of “not making this post endless” (as if it won’t be already), I will stop at Eurovision 2014. If you all have other songs to propose for a Side, please feel free to add them and explain why! :D

And now...

Which Eurovision songs would fit the Sides

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EUROVISION 2021

Måneskin - Zitti e buoni

(Here the Eurovision performance because it’s just this good)

This song is PERFECT for Remus and I was a fool for not realizing it sooner. It's all about showing how different you are, embracing your uniqueness despite what others may think. Everything about this song screams “REMUS” so thank you, my dear, for opening my eyes and making me realize it.

They don't know what I'm talking about You are dirty, bruh, of mud Cig's yellow in between the fingers I'm walking with a cig Pardon me, but I really do believe That I can make this jump And even if the street is uphill I'm training for this now

The first line is already 200% Remus: they (aka the other Sides) don’t know what Remus is talking about. Remus is impossible to understand. Remus is weird, strange, dangerous - according to moral standards.

However, despite the other people’s thoughts, Remus still shows a high self-esteem - just like in his playlist. The others may not have faith in him, there could be obstacles on his way, but he still believes he will achieve his goals.

And good evening, ladies and gentlemen Bring out the actors You better hold on to your balls You better keep quiet and be good Here people are weird, like drug dealers Too many nights I've spent locked outside Now I'm kicking these doorways Staring up like climbers So sorry mum if I'm always out, but

“You better hold on to your balls” is a translation of the original italian line “Vi conviene toccarvi i coglioni”. This sentence is a more vulgar form of the English expression “knocking on wood”, something you preventively do to un-jinx stuff.

However, “knocking on wood” isn’t as strong as the italian expression, so I chose this translation that is more literal, but also more vulgar. It kept the original vibe more, it fits Remus more and it gives a stronger meaning to the whole thing. The singer isn’t just saying “beware of what you’re doing”, but he’s saying “get ready, shit if about to hit the fan”. It’s more powerful - and well, Remus would love this. It’s his time now, so the audience (the other Sides/Thomas) should "keep quiet and be good”.

I also really like the “Here people are weird, like drug dealers”, because it can refer to the dark sides in general. This is Remus’ show, so the Core Sides and Thomas should shut up. They are now in the Dark Sides’ territory, full of weird, sketchy people, morally gray villains. All things he loves, enjoys and that he definitely considers as compliments. 

“Too many nights I've spent locked outside / Now I'm kicking these doorways” is another great line, because “being locked outside” is the perfect metaphor for Remus’ situation. He IS locked outside, he has been kept far away from Thomas, stifled by him, unable to fully express himself. And so he releases his frustration by kicking the doors that are shutting him down. That’s just so Remus I. LOVE. IT.

I am out of my mind, but I'm not like the others And you are out of your mind, but you're not like the others We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others

This chorus is PERFECT! First of all: “I am out of my mind” is basically just like this line from DWIT:

[Patton]: Imaginative sure is a- a kind word for him. [Duke]: I agree! How about... DEMENTED?

But also: Remus doesn’t give a damn. He’s not like the others and he’s SO DAMN PROUD of it. Just like he is in canon and in his playlist.

He goes even further, by saying that “you” are also out of your mind. And who this “you” might be, if not the big man himself?

[Duke]: If I am awful... then so is Thomas.

Just like in DWIT, Remus welcomes Thomas’ weirdness with open arms. If he and Thomas are both insane and different, why hiding it and not embracing this difference? They are unique.

I've written pages and pages I've seen salt, then tears These men in cars Don't climb the rapids I've written on a tombstone "In my house there's no God" But if you find time's meaning You'll climb back up from your oblivion And there's no wind stopping The natural power From the right point of view You feel the intoxication of the wind With wax wings on your back I'll go look for that high If you wanna stop me try again Try cutting my head off Because

Woah, this part has a lot. There is:

Remus' creativity as a flow ("I've written pages and pages")

Remus seeing how different he is compared to others ("These men in cars / Don't climb the rapids" while he was ready to “make this jump” despite the obstacles on his way)

Religion because of course - and especially Remus rejecting it ("I've written on a tombstone / "In my house there's no God".")

And, most importantly, there is a nice reference to Icarus' myth. According to myth, Icarus escaped from the Labyrinth of the Minotaur, by flying on wax wings. But he flew too close to the sun, his wings melted and he fell to his death.

This has multiple meanings. First of all, it shows how stubborn Remus is: he could use simpler, more stable ways to reach his goals. But he's Remus, he's creative and he's different, he would rather use wax wings (aka more complex, unordinary means) to reach his goal. Also, it's a proof of his resolution: just like Icarus, his wax wings could melt and he could fail. And yet, he's so set in his decision, he's ready to do anything to succeed.

This last point is particularly evident in the following lines: "If you wanna stop me try again / Try cutting my head off". It's impossible to stop him, just like it was impossible to send him away or stop him from talking in canon.

Everything in this song is just HIM.

Unfortunately people talk They talk, they don't know what they talk about Bring me where I float Cause I lack air here

Once again, the people are the Core Sides: they talk about how he's evil and dangerous and useless. But they don't know what they're talking about. They're (metaphorically) suffocating him with their prejudices, that's why he asks "bring me where I float": he wants to express himself freely, to escape these biases.

Also: water. And with the whole octopus as his animal, it’s just even more fitting.

Moral of the story: this song is perfect for him, Remus should know Italian just to sing it - and he would love the glam rock style of Maneskin as well.

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Barbara Pravi - Voilà

I don’t know how you did it, dear, but these two songs are PERFECT. Zitti e buoni is perfectly Remus, Voilà is perfectly Roman. I feel blessed.

Listen to me, me, the half singer Talk about me, to your loved ones, to your friends Tell them about this little girl with black eyes and crazy dreams What I want is to write stories that you will hear about That's all

Roman, is that you? Because this is you. This is ALL you.

Roman is a "half singer": he cannot sing like he want, he cannot express himself in full. He has rules, laws, morals that forces him to quiet down and bent his creativity.

And, just like a tragic hero, Roman asks that his story will not be forgotten, that others will know about him, his unfortunate life, his "crazy dreams" and especially his passion: writing stories "that you will hear about".

This line in particular reminds me of this part from Recipe for Me:

And still, I continue to write because I have more dreams to fulfill Tales I hoped to tell when I was younger Ideas that I haven't made yet, but I will I'll find my way with my will

The concept is the same in Voilà. Roman is a "controlled" Creativity, surrounded by rules and morals that shut him, but he wants to be heard, he wants to tell stories.

And that’s just it. This is what creativity is all about: talking, puring out its ideas, as loud and freely as possible.

Voilà, voilà, voilà, here is who I am Here I am, even if I'm scared as I'm naked, yes Here I am in the noise and in silence

I love how this song is a way for Roman to express himself, to show himself despite everything. He's like this, he's a "half Creativity", he's scared, he's not perfect. But here he is, "in the noise and in silence". Because your creativity is always here with you, no matter where you are or what you are doing: it will never leave you and it will never stop asking to be heard.

Look at me, or at least what's left of it Look at me, before I hate myself What can I say that another hasn't already said? I don't have much, but I place here what I do have Voilà

Aaaah, yes, I like to wake up with the strong smell of Roman's angst in the morning.

Roman seeing himself as something broken? Perfect. We want more of the angsty boi. Even the fans of King Creativity may read this line as Roman seeing himself as “half of a whole”!

And, again I love how despite feeling broken and hating it, he’s still ready to give everything he has. This is the true essence of the concept of creativity.

Also, why not adding a little more angst?

I want to be loved, because I don't know myself how to like the shape of me

This is perfect, because it reconnects to the first episode, when Roman said his goal would be to love himself first. He never reached this goal after almost 30 episodes - and this line might offer an answer on why: because Roman doesn’t know how. He hates himself so much, he doesn’t know how to love himself.

And that’s probably why he needs another person to love: because it’s easier to love someone else, rather than himself.

Voilà, voilà, voilà, here is who I am Here I am, even if it's the end as I'm naked Here I am in the noise and in rage too Finally, look at me and my eyes and my hands All I have is here, it's my face, it's my scream Here I am, here I am, here I am

This last chorus is awesome: the quintessential of Roman’s desperation, of showing himself, of screaming hoping to be heard by anyone. Unlike Remus who is unstoppable and doesn't care about others, Roman cares. He needs a public, he needs to be heard, otherwise he would lose himself.

And I seriously love how these two songs both have the same idea (embrace yourself and your uniqueness), but talk aboout this theme in such different ways - and yet so fitting for the twins... they are just GREAT.

(On a side note: this song is so dramatically French Roman would love it and sing it with the same passion Barbara used and I would love to see that.)

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EUROVISION 2019

Bilal Hassani - Roi

Come on... Roi. Roi. Considering that "roi" means "king" in French, who could possibly be the Side I would associate this song with? Maybe the Side who already has a King in his playlist?

Nope, this song is for Remus.

Why Remus? The reason is very simple and you can just notice by reading the first verses:

I am me And I know I will always be I am free Sure I am inventing my life Don't ask me who I am

I am The same since I was very little And in spite of looks, opinions I cry, I go out and I laugh

You put me in a box Want me to be like you I don't follow the codes People are disturbed a lot At the end of the day You canno change me, boo! So, let me fly

This song overflows with confidence, the lines talk about someone who is free to be whoever he wants, who has always been the same since he was a child, who is rejected by others and doesn't give a damn, who doesn't "follow the codes" and refuses to be changed by them.

This isn't Roman, but this is the quintessential of Remus. This song is everything about him, from his confidence to his desire to be free.

And the chorus is even clearer:

I'm not rich but i'm shining bright I can't see my kingdom now When I dream, I am a king And I know o-o-ow Even now o-o-ow You try to take me down You cannot break me nah nah

That's him, that's Remus.

On a side note, if Remus also has his "King song", that would strengthen the connection with Roman, since they both would have a song about "being/feeling like a king".

And this song is Roi, king in French. Since I think Remus would definitely know French, this makes Roi an even more fitting choice, doesn’t it?

Who are we ? When we hide, when we fight for free Only god can judge you and me We did not choose what we are

Not only there is a nice religious reference, but these lines are a also a reference to the LGBT community: they hide, they fight, they didn't choose to be like that (no matter what idiots might think) and only God can judge them, not other, very flawled (and, honestly, very pathetic too) humans.

So, if we consider it, there is also a hidden "fuck society" and a "I am gay and proud to be" and those are both very Remus things.

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EUROVISION 2018

Saara Aalto - Monster

I would associate this song with Thomas. And, specifically, to Thomas at the end of the series. Why?

Here's why:

So tonight I'm making friends with all the creatures That are hiding there under my bed

I ain't gonna hold on to these monsters anymore Now I'm gonna let in all the light Tear down the walls At my worst, I found my army strong All the demons are gone You can try and scare me now But I ain't scared no more I ain't scared no more

At the end of the series, Thomas would have befriended all the Sides, especially the "monsters hiding under his bed", the dark bois.

The "final Thomas" will tear down every wall between him and his Sides and will stop hiding/rejecting them. This will make him stronger, because the Sides will be his helpers, parts of him, his friends. He won't be scared anymore by Remus, suspicious towards Janus, afraid of Virgil or terrified by Orange.

"All the demons are gone": the dark sides won't be villains anymore, but friends. And they would help him be stronger.

It's my life I'm ready to lead it I'm gonna roll the dice You better believe it

This part is great as well, because it proves another interesting detail: that Thomas is growing up. He's taking life into his own hands, he's leading it. No more "Oh no, I don't know what to choose between callback and wedding!". He's more confident, he's stronger, he's more mature.

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Hovig - Gravity

Honestly, I think this song can be something all Sides might sing to Thomas. It's basically a testament of how much they care about him:

Let me be your heart and your company I'll let you be the one who can lean on me I'll catch you when you fall When you're falling free Let me be, be your gravity

But the imagery just screams "ROMAN" so much, I can't help but think that yes, this is a great Roman song and it's all from Roman to Thomas.

I mean...

I can be your hero I can be your fantasy Oh, I can be the cure Yeah, let me be Your remedy

He IS Thomas' hero, so how can I ignore this? And he's also the embodiment of Thomas' fantasies, he's the wings that make Thomas fly.

Let me be your wings When you're flying high I'm gonna raise you up 'til you touch the sky I'll catch you when you fall When you're falling free Let me be, be your gravity

It's just pure love for Thomas and it begs me to being a Roman song, so... here it is. A Roman song dedicated to Thomas.

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Eleni Foureira - Fuego

Listen, not only Roman would rock this song, but also dance like a maniac while singing it just like Eleni and no, you can't change my mind.

Just look at how this woman sings and dnaces without never losing a beat until the end. And please consider that on the Eurovision stage there is no autotune: this was her voice and he delivered a great performance without cracks.

So yes, I want Roman singing this.

But the lines are great for him as well! I mean...

Take a dive Into my eyes Yeah the eyes of lioness Feel the power They ain’t lying.

and

Coz I’m way up and I ain’t comin’ down, keep taking me higher Ah yeah ah yeah ah yeah yeah ah yeah ah yeah Coz I’m burning up and I ain’t coolin’ down, yeah I got the the fire Ah yeah ah yeah ah yeah yeah ah yeah ah yeah

Fuego

Someone fiery and passionate, powerful eyes, pride... yep, this is definitely something Roman would sing. Especially because of the fire. Roman is a fiery guy, so fire is very him.

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Yianna Terzi - Oniro Mou

I actually already talked about this song in an old post and I still haven't changed my mind: this song is all about Janus telling Thomas how much he cares about him.

If you look into the depth of me You revive my dream And if you look into my heart I will take you into my arms   How would you like me to say this I would die for you I would give my life for you End and beginning, you are everything

Not only the "take you into my arms" reminds me of Change (" I’ll be able to be honest, capable / Of holding you in my arms without letting you fall"), but the last three lines are so incredibly loving and honest I can't think of anyone else but Janus while reading them. Thomas is his end and beginning, Janus would literally die for Thomas and give his life for him.

So, well, it's just very fitting. And I love how dramatic this song is. It doesn't have the jazzy vibe Janus loves, but the drama is all here.

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Francesco Gabbani - Occidentali’s Karma

Do you remember how hard it was to analyze Algorhythm from Logan's playlist? Every line has a meaning and explaining every single one of them took me an eternity.

Well, this song is basically like Algorhythm, but with more philosophy and billions to references. You see the performance on the stage and ahahah, there's a funny dancing gorilla, what a cute song. Then you read the lyrics and BOOM.

I will not analyze this song here, because every line would require at least two paragraphs to explain it. And this post is already long enough as it is, but please, search the meaning of this song: there are references to Shakespeare, Heraclitus, buddhism, Andy Warhol, Desmond Morris and his book "The Naked Ape", Marx, Nietzsche and so on. Basically every line is a reference, a play on words or both at the same time.

What about the main theme? The main theme is the human and especially the contemporary human. In fact, "Occidentali" (Westerners) does not refer to the geographical place, aka Europeans/Americans, but to the western cultural model.

So the title “Occidentali’s Karma” (Westerners Karma) is an insight on contemporary society, on our values and on how, despite how many things changed, we are not so different from our ancestors after all.

This song might seem a perfect choice for Janus. There's a critique of society, there are philosophers and plays on words.

But I’m not too convinced, because even if Janus likes all those things, the number of references is just SO HUGE only a real nerd can find, recognize and appreciate them all.

So yes, this is a Logan song. A song he would probably listen and analyze, enjoying the whole process of knowing more things, finding out all the hidden meanings, the plays on words (we all know you like puns, ya big nerd) and the critical insight. After all, Algorhythm WAS a critique of society, so Logan should appreciate it.

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EUROVISION 2014

Twin Twin - Moustache

Not only the band is called Twin Twin but, as if this wasn't screaming "Creativitwins" enough, the title of the song is "Moustache".

Come on, you know who is the Side perfect for this song.

Psyche! It's both Roman and Remus.

Something is missing, but what? I want this, I want that When I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming in dollars, every day I'm wearing a different suit.

This is very Roman: Roman wants everything (let's not forget Primadonna from his playlist), Roman’s dreams are big. And Roman is Creativity, so he "wears a different suit" every day - aka he directs his creative flow in different stories/songs.

I want this, I want that there's never enough for me it's like this, it's like that there's always something I don't have

This part strongly reminds me of Primadonna. Roman wants everything, every day. He's never satisfied.

And then, Remus busts in and...

I wanted a moustache, a moustache

So my headcanon is that this starts as a Roman's song, all about wanting everything because "there's always something I don't have", until Remus pops out during the chorus and says all he wants is his gorgeous moustache.

*chef’s kiss* Perfection.

But I know what you want, dear audience. You want some angst, don't you?

Fine, so what if the "I want a moustache" line is Roman's subtle way to say that he wants the same freedom his brother has? After all, Roman has "everything one could ever dream of", "I have friends too / even some who like me". All he needs is more creative freedom and  the moustache is a subtle way to say that.

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Aarzemnieki - Cake to Bake

This is the ultimate song for all Patton's fans, because it combines Patton's love for baking to Patton being an absolute disaster at it.

Also, it's an incredibly cute song.

I melted the ice of the polar caps Found the raiders of the lost ark Solved a case for the genius from Baker Street Helped to clean the Central Park I created the plan for the Chinese wall Went to desert, made it rain Swam through a shark tank bloodily Found Atlantis, by the way But today

The first verse is already awesome: Patton did a lot of great stuff, even impossible stuff ("solved a case for the genius from Baker Street" is a very nice reference to the Losing My Motivation episode).

But today, he has to face the most difficult task of them all:

I’ve got a cake to bake, and got no clue at all I’ve got a cake to bake, and haven’t done that before Don’t be proud, mate, please, don’t bother Go, come on and ask your mother How to bake, how to bake, bake that cake

Not only this makes me smile every time, but I can perfectly imagine Patton in a kitchen, with all the ingredients in front of him, everything ready and set... and he’s just absolutely lost. Should he use a spoon to stir the flour? And how can he open the vanilla beans? He doesn’t even know how to turn the stove on.

And so, he decides it’s time to ask someone else to help him. Bonus points if the mother is Janus. Also because he is a mom AND a witch, so

Also, this line:

Mix some dough, add some love, let it bake, wait for it

It's SO Patton, because the main ingredient of his recipes IS love! And cumin. And sometimes spit, depending on what he's making: pasta for Roman or some toasts for his angsty teen son.

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Carl Espen - Silent Storm

At first, I thought this was a Logan song: someone who feels empty and alone, who has a storm inside but it's a silent storm, because Logan would never express his feelings in any way.

But there are these lines:

And there’s a silent storm inside me Looking for a home I hope that someone’s gonna find me And say that I belong I’ll wait forever and a lifetime To find I’m not alone There’s a silent storm inside me And someday I’ll be calm Someday I’ll be calm

And maybe it's just me, but this reminds me so much of Virgil. He has a storm inside, his own symbol is a storm. He's searching for a home, after leaving the dark sides. And he hopes someone will say he belongs - Thomas will say he belongs, that Virgil is part of him and of the famILY.

And he's willing to wait all the time, just to get that tiny bit of recognition and acceptance. And, who knows, maybe when he'll get it, the storm inside him will calm down and he will finally be at peace.

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Tinkara Kovač - Round and Round

I don't know if I'm insane (or just extremely self indulgent), but this song is basically Janus during the wedding/callback saga.

Uncertain between worlds Circle after circle, we're trapped in time When you're already familiar with every storm You're playful, and yet you're alone

The first verse sets the time and situation. Thomas is living an uncertain life (just like every actor), trapped in the same cycle, with nothing new coming: same job, same opportunities, no big chances, nothing stable. He's "familiar with every storm", aka Virgil has been accepted. Thomas is happy, but he's alone. No one is actually on his side, not even the Sides themselves. He's not taking care of himself enough, he's too ready to drop everything for his friends, he's spreading himself too thin.

And now I'm gonna show you how to breathe I'm gonna show you how to live I'm gonna hold your heart in hand I'm gonna make you understand

This can be a declaration from Janus: he's tired of working in the shadows, he wants to step up and help Thomas in person. And these lines make me think of him, because of how "firm" (and kinda villain-y) they sound.

He wants to show Thomas how to live, aka what are the best decisions to make). He's going to "hold your heart in hand", aka to have Thomas wrapped around his fingers, to take control and steer him with a strong, confident grip, away from the decisions he considers bad, into making him a lot stronger than before.

And, finally, he wants to make him understand. So if the lines before sounded more like a villain’s plan, this last line adds something more. Janus wants to explain to Thomas why he's doing this, why his decisions are better, why Thomas should trust him.

If we think about it, this is everything Janus tried to do since CLBG: he wrapped Thomas (and the other Sides) around his fingers and made them play the courtroom scenario he built, he tried to steer Thomas away from the selfless decision of going to the wedding. And he tried to make him understand why, with the pinata metaphor.

You don't know you don't know Is it love is it hate What are we changing (What are we doing) You don't know you don't but Can you feel it inside Feel the roses Feel the pride (Can you believe it)

Thomas doesn't know a lot of things. Does he really know what love is? Or hate? Or what he's actually doing, by listening to his Morality? What is Janus doing?

[Deceit]: What am I doing here right now, Thomas? Am I the snake come to trick you into sinning, or have you had your mind made up since the moment you received the news about the callback? (SvS)

Thomas doesn't know a lot of things. But deep down, he knows what he wants to do. He should "feel the roses / feel the pride", both things associated with Roman. He is the one Thomas should listen to. And Janus is hinting it.

Is a moment just a circle Just a song you play on repeat? If we can't change how we're living Isn't life just a lie that we feed

Janus is expressing his frustration here: is Thomas' life doomed to always be the same, a cycle, a "song you play on repeat"? Can't he really change his life because of his selflessness? Will he really miss all the opportunities life offers him, in order to always be a good person?

What's the point of living, then? This wouldn't be life, but "a lie that we feed": instead of living his own life, Thomas would submit it to what others want/need, in order to always be present for them.

This is basically a huge warning from Janus: don't fall into this cycle, break free, I can make you free, listen to me and I will make you understand what is wrong about it.

#sanders sides #ask #song time #remus sanders #roman sanders #thomas sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #eurovision #eurovision AND sanders sides together #I love this #phew I finally finished this post! #it took me a lot of time but I had so much fun #hope it was worth the wait #there are other great songs #not fitting for the sides but still great #thank you for allowing me to be this self indulgent #<3 <3 <3

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04:23 am - Dino -> 💯

On occasion of the 0.1k event.

Prompt: “Did I ever explain to you how to properly push a cow?”  + “Abort Mission! Retreat!”

Genre: Fluff! Crack!

Pairing: ChanxReader

Memo: I am so happy this was requested with Chan omg it fits so well. This is based on my own experience and it’s a memory I always forget about and then suddenly remember lol It’s buried somewhere deep in my head and pops up every now and then

“Did I ever explain to you how to properly push a cow?” You ask and Chan snorted, having trouble not spitting his beer across the tent. 

“No you haven’t. But please, elaborate.” 

You sit up a little bit more straight and Chan got chills as he saw your eyes lighting up. He loved seeing you all passionate about something. Which happened a lot to be honest. A huge part of your friendship was hyping each other up and getting each other into new things. 

“So it’s actually hilariously easy. You approach the animal from a side of your choice and lean against. Just lean heavily and then quickly take a step back. The cow will try to balance it out but because you’re suddenly gone it will over do it and fall to the side you were leaning on.”

“You made this sounds way too professional.”

“That is a very serious topic so you should always treat it with the appropriate amount of professionalism.” You smile and take a chug from your beer.

“I want to try it.”

“Pushing a cow?”

Chan nodded excitedly and got up, his head pushing against the roof of the tent. It was a warm summer night early in the morning. The two of you made camping plans for a long long time but since covid emerged you couldn’t go anywhere. So eventually decided to just camp on your parents farm.

Your parents knew Chan well. You had been friends since kindergarten and since you didn’t see each other that often since you entered university they were happy to see him again. Your mother went on and on about how tall he’d gotten and how handsome he’d become and when your mother mentioned all these things so smitten by him you began to notice them yourself.

You secretly hated her for pointing it out.

Because this certainly wasn’t the first time you camped together. You’ve done it a million times. Sleeping in the same tent, changing in the same tent. When you were younger you even shared a sleeping bag when the temperatures suddenly dropped.

But since your mother got all fangirl about Chan you couldn’t stop noticing how he had changed from when he was a kid or teenager. He still was your age but as often as you forgot that you got older, you certainly forgot that he was ageing as well.

“Of course.”  He waved at you. “Hello? Are you tired?”

You didn’t notice you were staring at him, completely ignoring his answer. You only just now noticed that his cute little young boy hands had turned into grown-up man hands since you last saw him.

And even though you hated to admit it: You just wanted to know what it felt like holding them.

“What? We can try it. You know we have cows.” Just the second you said these words he opened the entrance and disappeared into the night.

“Dude, wait!” You shout and go after him. The last time you’ve checked the clock it displayed 3 am. Some time passed since then and even though that number climbed up - the temperatures didn’t. It was still cold. 

Morning dew covered the ankle-high grass. You planted the tent under the huge tree in the corner of your parent’s farm. It was somewhat far away from the house and the stables and hangars where they kept all those huge machines one needed to stay on top of the whole thing.

You ran after him, both of you left your beers in the tent.

“Chan wait!” You shouted and your breath condensed in front of your eyes. He stoped around 200 meters ahead of you and turned around.

Seeing him, the sillhouette of his grey hoodie against the dark blue-is green of the forest behind the farm. As you caught up to him waiting for you, you painfully noticed how much you had missed him.

“We shouldn’t push our cows.” You said.

“Why not? Are they getting old?” Chan joked and you laughed at it softly.  

“Yes and no, but we should push the neighbour’s cows. He blocked my parked car with his at he grocery store last week and I have to pay him back.”

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“Okay, so you remember how I explained it to you?” You ask sitting next to him on the fence. 

“Lean against it and then go away and very likely run away? Because cows are animals and they will come for you.”

“Exactly they are less peaceful than you think and also there is a dog somewhere who goes off as soon as he hears a moo that isn’t off a satisfactory origin.”

 Chan laughed and jumped down the fence. He tied his shoe laces and his look fell onto your bare feet by the way. “Where are your shoes?”

“You ran off so quickly I didn’t have time to put them on.” You say and he smiled in apology. 

“I am sorry, you know how excitement always gets the better of me.”

“I do.” You say. “Now go and push your cow, boy.” 

As he ran off to find a cow and shouted back: “I will get back to you for that one later because that was low, even for you!”

You laughed and just prayed that the dog didn’t hear either one of you. Soon Chan was out of sight and you let your eyes wander across the foggy pasture. For a few minutes you were alone with your thoughts again. And if you liked it or not: They always wandered off to Chan. Even though you tried to distract you. Maybe it was the unusual time of the day that caused this blue feeling but it just wouldn’t let go of you.

Suddenly you hear a scandalised “MOO” and shortly after aggressive dog barking. Even shorter after that you saw your friend emerging from the fog and running sprinting towards you, nothing but fear on his face.

“Abort Mission! Retreat!” He yelled and as he reached both you and the fence he quickly jumped over it propping up with one hand and pulling the perplexed you with him. So that you almost fell back first off it.

But Chan didn’t let go of your wrist and pulled you closely behind him through the tiny forest that separated your farm form the neighbours farm.

“Chan, ouch! Stop! I’m not wearing any shoes!” You cry out as he dragged you through the trees and undergrowth. “The dog can’t get over the fence!”

“I bet he can!” Chan yelled 100% certain.

“He is trained not to! Would you just stop?” As soon as those words left your lips he stopped and you bumped right into him. Heavily panting he looked at you. 

“It’s trained not to? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you’d remember!”

“How would I remember, we didn’t see each other for over two years.” He said, catching his breath in-between words. “Btw you don’t remember everything I told you either.”

“What am I not remembering?” You ask frowning and struggling for air. What ever he was about to say next - he sounded somewhat offended. Hurt actually. Just as if he was sitting on this unresolved matter the entire night.

“You seriously don’t remember how I told you I liked you back then?” He noticed the change in your eyes and leaned forward, propping up on his knees, one hand on his chest to avoid your look. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up. It’s so long ago … you probably do remember but didn’t say anything because you don’t feel the same-“

“Except I do.” You state bluntly and look at him deadly serious, still catching your breath. The quiet forest around you swallowed every noise the two of you made which gave your words a very ultimate feeling. Chan looked up.

“I really don’t remember when you told me but I swear since my mother noticed all these things about you earlier today ... I notice them too and I felt how much I have missed you the entire night. I guess I just got used to not being around you when I am at college but now that we’re spending time again I know what I was missing.”

“Okay no, say that again. I think I lost the thread. My ears are still pounding from the running.” He demanded.

“Chan, I think I like you. And I think I did for a long time-“

He didn’t let you finish your sentence by righten for up and crushing his lips on yours. After a second you pulled away as you still were out of breath and you had to chose between kissing him and breathing. 

Which was honestly a tough choice to make.

“Sorry, I had to.” He said, wanting to take a step back but you kept him from it. “I had been sitting on this for too long.” He apologised and avoided your eyes once again. 

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. I just need to breathe.” 

Somewhere in the distance a dog started barking again. “As much as I want to continue this, I think we should head home first.” You say and finally (finally!) acted according to your wants and grabbed his hand. It felt amazing. Chan had a naturally tight grip. Promising to never let you go.

After a few steps and curses from your side he crouched down in front of you, to piggy back carry you home.

Which you happily accepted.

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[reogou]

Night Out | kozume.k

pairing: kozume kenma x reader

genre: smut

warning/s: dry humping, drinking, alcohol, language?

summary: You were out with the girls, partying and drinking like there's no tomorrow. When you got drunk, Runa called Kenma, your husband to pick you up. But then your husband's handsome face made wonders on your body that you can't help but to kiss him which escalated to something...hot.

A/N: Hi! I hope y'all like this! Idk if I wrote the nsfw part right lmao. I'm just a beginner in writing smut so asdfghjkl. Also, a big thank you to @thewaterlily for beta reading this! Mwah!

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The blinding lights of the bar made your head spin, but it didn't stop you from dancing in the middle of the dance floor. You jiggled your ass like there's no tomorrow but when someone gets too close to you, you immediately shook them off. You're here to have fun and let loose, not to cheat on your husband. Shouting through the beat of the DJ's song, you smiled groggily at your friend, Yachi, who was now drunk and a mess while dancing beside you. You raised your glass of Mojito and shouted to hype the crowd who also shouted back. You put all your last remaining energy on dancing with a smile on your face before pulling Yachi to the couch.

You were not the type to party all night, however, you're not also a goody two shoes all the time. You drink, ok, but not often. Occasionally. You were just here tonight because it was Yachi's birthday and the girls decided to go out and drink. All the former managers of the volleyball club where here, except for Mai since she has some errands to do in their house.

Surprisingly, you all got along because of the boys in the volleyball club. Whenever they have a game together, you often bump on other managers. Saying hi's and hello's here and there. After some small interactions plus the time you've spent during the training camp with each other, you all decided to hang out whenever the teams don't have practice or games. It was kinda hard because the boy's schedule doesn't match with each other that's why it was pretty hard to get you all complete whenever you hang out. And also because some of the girls are quite far from each other.

Nonetheless, you still keep in touch with one another even after graduating highschool. And the fact that most of the girls moved to Tokyo made it quite easy for all of you to gather, hence the party tonight. You smiled at Yukie who was sitting silently on the couch while drinking her Champagne.

"Yo." You tugged Yachi and made her sit beside Runa who looked worried over the messed up girl sitting on her side. You sat adjacent Hana and slumped on the couch, the alcohol taking it's effect on your body already.

"Is she okay?" Runa looked at you, waiting for your answer. You nodded at her direction and raised an arm over your eyes to block the blinding lights. You turned towards Kiyoko when you felt her nudge your side. Handing you a glass of water, she smiled at you before turning towards Yachi to help her sit up straight.

"What the heck, she's freaking wasted," Hana chuckled at Yachi when she almost fell flat on the ground if not for Kiyoko holding her on her shoulders.

"It's like any minute now, she would pass out like Eri there." Kaori laughed while pointing her fingers on Eri who was knocked out on Yukie's side.

"Who wouldn't pass out when you drank a whole ass bottle of wine when you have a low alcohol tolerance. I'm even surprised she managed to finish one bottle before passing out." Yukie chuckled while looking at Eri. You also laughed at her words which you immediately regretted when your head spun.

"Oh come on. Leave the girl alone. It's her day anyway. She deserves to loosen up a bit." You tried to defend Yachi.

"And you are no way far from them too. You look wasted." Hana smirked, clearly not stable now due to redness of her face and the daze look on her eyes. You just rolled your eyes at her and rested your head on the couch.

"Not like you're not drunk either." You fired back before looking at Kiyoko.

"Kiyoko, can I have a glass of water again, please?" The girl immediately filled a glass of water for you and handed it over.

"You shouldn't drink a lot, you know. It's bad for your health." Kiyoko said softly while looking at you, concern and worry etched on her face.

"You too, Hana-chan." Runa lectured Hana which made you laugh out loud making the other tables near yours look at your direction.

"You heard that, Hana-chan? You're about to pass out too." You grinned at her which made her scoff. She was about to drink the wine on her glass when Kaori stopped her.

"Come on, that's enough for tonight." Kaori handed her a glass of water and forced Hana to drink it while Yukie tried to wake Eri up. Kiyoko also tried to wake Yachi who, fortunately, obliged.

"Are you ok, Y/N-chan?" Runa helped you stand up before placing her palms in front of you.

"Give me your phone so that I could text Kenma-san to pick you up." She motioned you to pick your phone out of your bag. You sloppily fished out your phone from your bag, in which you made a mess from finding your phone. After you handed it to Runa, Yukie pushed Hana towards the exit of the bar while supporting Eri on the other hand. Kiyoko followed after them while carrying Yachi in a bridal style.

"Runa, can you please text Shoyo too? So that he could pick Yachi up. Ryu is on his way here to pick us up but Yukie, Eri, Kaori, you and I could only fit inside the car." Kiyoko looked at Runa before glancing at Yachi. "Shoyo also said to call him when we're done so he could take care of Yachi after." Runa smiled at her and nodded.

"Ok!" Runa turned towards you and asked, "Y/N-chan, can I use your phone to text Hinata-san too? My phone is kinda dead." She chuckled shyly while scratching her cheek. You nodded at her before closing your eyes and following the other girls outside the bar. When you stepped outside, the cold breeze of the night made you freeze up. Tanaka was also in the parking lot already. Yukie was helping Ryu to put Eri inside the car while Yachi was leaning on Kiyoko's shoulders. Hana was now crouching beside the plant just beside the car while vomiting. You just chuckled at her and covered your exposed shoulders from the freezing cold.

"You ok, Y/N-chan?" Runa spoke behind you which made you almost jump in surprise.

"Geez, Runa. Don't scare me like that." You pouted at her. She chuckled and scratched the back of her head.

"Sorry, sorry, Y/N-chan. I'm sorry for scaring you. Anyways, here's your phone. I already texted Kenma-san and Hinata-san already." She smiled at you before looking at Kiyoko.

"Kiyoko-chan, are we already going home?" Kiyoko looked at her and nodded. "Yes, we just have to wait for Hana to sober up and to also wait for Shoyo and Kenma to arrive." Minutes have passed when you heard the familiar honk of Kenma's car followed by Shoyo's. You smiled at him when he stopped right now in front of you. Kenma was greeted by your flustered and red face when he got off from the car. He walked towards you while greeting the others. When he was already in front of you, he immediately crouched since he was taller then you before kissing you on your forehead. You immediately encircled your arms around his neck which made the corner of his lips rose up.

"Hi~" You smiled sheepishly at him while he just stared at you, amusement dancing on his cat-like golden eyes which made you fall in love back in the days.

"Good evening, Y/N-chan!" You looked over Hinata who was waving at you, Yachi on his arms while the girl who was now awake clung on him which made you chuckle. You just waved at him and returned your attention to your husband, Kenma. You couldn't believe that this guy married you. It even felt like a dream when you two got married 3 years ago.

"You looked wasted." His husky voice blessed your ears, making you blush even more. Hearing his voice made your core heat up which confused you at first. But you decided to shrug it off since this was Kenma we're talking about. Of course he could make you wet just by his voice.

"You drunk a lot again, hmm?" He grinned at you a little which made you chuckle a bit. You shook your head at him in a child-like manner, your lips puckered out as you pouted.

"No~ I drank just a little. Like this. This little." You even pinched your thumb and forefinger together to let him see that you only drank a little.

"Don't listen to her, Kenma-kun. She drank a whole ass bottle of Mojito and a Whiskey." Hana who were now sobered up chuckled at you. You only stuck your tongue out on her.

"Says the one who vomited for 10 minutes on the poor plants." Hana just chuckled at you before waving her hands on your direction.

"Bye, we'll be heading out now. Take care!" Was her last words before she went inside the backseat of Ryu's car. Kiyoko waved at you and smiled which you answered also.

"Yo, Kenma! We'll be going now, ok? Drive safely!" Ryu smiled at Kenma which Kenma answered by nodding his head, a small smile plastered on his face while you buried your face on his chest, his scent filling your nostrils which made you purred a little. Kenma chuckled a little at your action and answered Ryu.

"Yeah, you too. Drive safely."

"Kenma! We'll be going too! Bye!" Hinata shouted while smiling at Kenma.

"Yeah, we're going now too. Also, don't forget our meeting this Tuesday." Kenma reminded Hinata. The oranged head nodded at Kenma's direction and gave him a thumbs up.

"Yup! I won't! I'll also remind Kageyama and Iwaizumi-kun tomorrow!" Kenma nodded at him before pulling you towards the shotgun seat and putting on your seat belt. You smiled at him and placed a kiss on his lips which made him chuckle once again. He turned around towards the driver seat before opening the car's door and seating inside while putting on his seat belt. When he started the car, Hinata and Ryu also started theirs before the three of them drove out of the parking lot at the same time. As Kenma drove in the highway, you turned the music player on, the song Marvin Gaye by Charlie Puth ft. Meghan Trainor blasted on the speakers.

"You know, you shouldn't drink too much, Kitten." Kenma softly spoke at you. You just pouted at him and glanced at his side profile.

How handsome.

"I told you, I only drank a little. You know? Just a little." Kenma just chuckled at you and continued driving. Your eyebrows furrowed when he stopped in front of the drive-thru of McDonalds and ordered a bottle of water and a burger. The cashier girl nearly dropped the money Kenma gave to her out of shock. Well, who wouldn’t? The famous youtuber and model was in front of you, namely Kozume Kenma. If you were on her shoes, you would faint.

“Here.” Kenma handed you the bottle of water when he parked at the empty parking lot. You took the water bottle from him and drank, bottoms up. Shaking his head at you, he handed you the burger after peeling the plastic. While eating the burger on your hands, you leaned towards Kenma and placed a kiss on his soft lips. You smiled cheekily at him and murmured a small ‘thank you’. He smiled at you softly and whispered a small ‘welcome’ too before kissing you. You can’t help but unlock your seatbelt and move to sit on his lap and encircled your arms around his neck. His hands grabbed your waist and held you firmly in place. The kiss lasted for a few minutes before you both have to pull away to catch your breath, a thin line of drool connecting both of your lips. You stared dazed at Kenma’s golden orbs, lust and hunger for him evident on yours.

“Kenma, I want you...” You whispered at him, your words turning to a whine as you played the small hair on his nape.

“But you’re drunk, Y/N. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” You kissed your cheek making you groan at him. Shaking your head, you pouted at him, a habit you earned since the day you two started dating.

“No, I’m not. I’ve sobered up already.” You whined at him, your eyes pleading at his own.

"And we're already married. What's wrong with that? It's your duty as my husband to take care of me." You chuckled at your words and leaned your forehead on his. You shifted your hips until you're core aligned with his crotch. A sly grin appeared on your lips as you stared at Kenma's eyes. Even if he deny it, he can't hide the lust in his eyes as he stared at you, waiting for your next move. You bucked your hips slowly, earning a moan from your lips as the pleasure of his crotch pressed on your core made you shiver. Kenma's head fall forward unto the crook of your neck, his breathing becoming ragged as you bucked your hips once more. His breath fanning your neck made you shiver. Kenma started groaning at your shoulder blades, pressing small kisses and nipping at the skin from time to time, making you mewl. As you dry humped him, your moans grew louder as the pleasure formed a knot on your stomach. You feared that someone might hear you, but the parking lot was empty and Kenma's car was heavily tinted so you pushed that thought away and continued pleasuring the both of you.

"Kenma..." You whispered at his ear softly but he doesn't react to you. You only heard a grunt from him and his breath became even heaver.

"K-kenma, babe...l-ook at me." Your voice shook as your orgasm neared you, the knot on your stomach slowly untying. When Kenma didn't answer you, you bit his earlobe and fastened your pace, earning a growl from him as he bit on your shoulder blade.

"Kenma, I s-said look at-ohh..me" You whimpered when a single hump sent thousands of bolts down to your core. As you fastened your pace even more to chase your orgasm, Kenma's head fall back unto his seat, his face flushed and red as he groaned, his tongue lolling out from his sinful lips.

"Y-Y/N..." Kenma moaned and stared at your eyes, lust overflowing in them.

"K-kenma-ohh! S-so...close.." You moaned as your orgasm slowly came. As Kenma looked closely at your beautiful flushed face, he leaned towards your ear, his breath making your ears tingle.

"Come." One word from him was all it took for you to became a moaning mess above him, your orgasm washing over you. He kissed your lips to muffle your moans out and grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him. When you both came down from your high, Kenma placed his forehead on your shoulder blades, clearly embarrassed. You just chuckled and stared at Kenma, your eyes starting to close due to sleepyness.

"Kenma...Sleepy..." You yawned and buried your head on his neck, pressing sloopy kisses. "Ok, ok. Just go back to your seat so we can go home."

"Don't wanna." You shook your head while your eyes were still closed. "Kenma smells so good. So good..." You inhaled his scent, nuzzling your face on his neck. You heared Kenma sigh before combing your head.

"Alright, rest for a while."

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[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [0.1]

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Everything had played out like the rising action in a horror movie. And before the whole world's eyes, life on Earth had slowed to a snail-like crawl. Covid 19 was ravaging through cities and countries faster than a salmonella outbreak at a restaurant even Gordon Ramsay couldn't attempt to save. It was terrifying to watch, and even more terrifying to see work and interaction dry up so quickly. Especially for those who relied on social interaction to stay sane.

Luckily for Remington, he happened to be stuck with his brother when quarantine measures went into full effect.

It was no big deal living with Emerson, if anything, it was relatively more calm with two out of the three of them sharing a space. Sebastian and Larissa were staying well and safe in their own house, popping by now and again at the gate to check in on his little brothers. No doubt, it sucked. The album was pushed back, the tour called off, the only thing keeping the hype for 'The Bastards' release was social media.

At least Remington had comfort in the fact that he wouldn't have to endure this quarantine alone. Living in his own house all by himself, he'd probably drive himself up the wall and find himself hanging off the rafters (literally).

Tuesday morning was bright and warm, as they tended to be in LA. Emerson was sat comfortably at the kitchen table, drinking his usual cup of tea and reading the depressing headlines coming out of the news. Pepper was curled up at his feet, snoring softly and her little marshmallow body rising steadily. The neighbourhood was quiet, it always was, but it was especially tranquil these spring days in April. He simpered sardonically when he read the latest quote from the president, promising that the pandemic would pass come July.

His attention was gripped suddenly when he heard the low squeal of car tires. The youngest brother glanced outside the window, his dark eyes falling over the little blue Waivecar that had pulled up at the opposing apartment complex. Those cars had been coming back and forth for the last four days, with the same girl coming and going. And at night, the apartment facing the house would keep the lights on until two or three in the morning, but she wasn't partying. The most noise this girl made was the hum of her radio drifting out of an open window.

Clearly, whoever she was, she was still in the weeds of moving. Perhaps when she was settled, Emerson would go by and introduce himself, make her feel welcome. Considering how warm the climate was, this particular neighbourhood had a tendency to be quiet cold and private towards neighbours. No doubt many of them weren't a fan of the band and their at home antics.

Emerson was startled when his brother came bounding in, dressed in the same moppy grey sweats he had been practically living in for weeks. Thank goodness he wasn't wearing his heelys this time around; the other day he had crashed into the couch and flipped over onto the cushions, nearly smashing his head on the coffee table.

"The guys will be by in about half an hour," he said. Emerson narrowed his eyes at his older brother.

"He says as we're under strict orders from the state health officials to not see anybody," he murmured.

Remington pouted, running a hand through his evidently growing blonde hair. He pulled up a seat next to his brother, "Hey, you were the one who said it's getting too quiet around here. And besides, it's not like we're coming from opposite counties. Seb lives like four blocks down from us,"

"I'm just getting a little nervous, is all," Emerson shrugged, showing him the article on his tablet, "The numbers are still going up,"

"And they'll keep going up until they find a cure. And while they're doing that, we're going to be in the backyard playing soccer and eating pizza," Remington smiled.

"Who said we're having pizza?"

"I did. I just decided,"

"Maybe I want Mexican? Did you think about that?"

Across the street in the fresh red brick and black-trimmed apartment, three floors up from the ground and in direct line of the sun sat Eva. The twenty-four-year-old literary bachelor sat comfortably at her newly furnished desk, typing away at her laptop that was due for a battery change -- Eva just hadn't found the time to physically take it into the store. On her right she had a lukewarm cup of coffee, on the left her speaker which was softly blasting Tove Lo's new album. All the while, her bony fingers flew over the keyboard, her big stormy blue eyes skimming the words that sprinted across her document.

Eva got by as a writer, not a novelist or a poet, but as a ghost writer. She was hired to write materials for would-be authors and journalists, all of whom either didn't have the drive or commitment to write to the extent Eva did. Surprisingly, she made some pretty good money just off that. And while that work tended to be dry and bleak, Eva had spent her free time writing various fanfictions -- mostly for Hannibal and Criminal Minds. She happened to be quite prolific on Tumblr because of her literary fantasies.

And while her work was often isolating, Eva didn't live alone by any means. She had her pale tabby, Pluto, to keep her company. He was snoozing on the couch, despite how often Eva had trained him not to do that when he was a kitten.

She had just returned from an early morning run from the grocery store -- having learned the hard way that despite the pandemic, people will continue to flock to the stores in droves and it's almost impossible to social distance within them. As if moving out of her old apartment wasn't hard enough, now she had to deal with hastily late movers, jumbled lease agreements, and a pandemic.

In the throws of bittersweet silence, Eva's concentration was broke when a shrill alarm had her nearly jumping out of her seat. It was only her phone, the screen lighting up with a 'Blocked' ID. Eva smiled wickedly and declined the call.

The young writer pushed her rolley chair away from the desk and did a stretch, her head turning towards the house across the street. She figured a couple of frat boys shared the place, they had a few of their friends over from time to time but they were relatively quiet. The most she would hear out of them is some smack talk coming from the backyard.

Pluto's head popped up from the couch, then he leapt onto the floor and trotted over to the window sill, hopping up to spy on the unfamiliar car that was pulling up to the house. Eva could hardly care less. There was a statewide order to see only a small group of people as little as possible, and as long as the neighbours wouldn't bother her, she wouldn't bother them.

It was a shame, as if having to meet new people wasn't difficult enough for her...

A few hours passed and soon the silence in the Los Angeles neighbourhood was broken by the grunts and thwacks of a backyard game of pool basketball. The boys and a few of their friends were all the more engaged in their game while their girls sat aside on deck chairs under the beating sun. Under the shade of the pergola, their friend Andrew was grilling some sausages -- beef and tofu -- on the barbecue.

Remington was taking the piss out of Sebastian for being all over his girl, but who the hell could blame the kid? There was a new rush of life in the guitarist's face whenever the topic of Larissa came up. The same could be said for Emerson and Shy. Remington wouldn't dare admit he was a little jealous of his brothers' happiness, so he'd settle for loving his brothers but torturing them at every opportunity.

Breaking out from the cold water, Emerson gripped tightly to the rubber red ball in his hand. Just as Sebastian came to take a running dive into the pool, he reared the ball back and hucked it at his older brother, nailing him square in the chest. Instead of a graceful dive, Sebastian flailed sideways and crashed into the water. The ball ricocheted onto the deck and bounced away towards the front yard.

"Oh my God!"

"Emerson!" Shy scolded, a little horrified and yet not surprised at her boyfriend's actions. Sebastian broke out of the water and shook his hair out of his eyes. It was more his pride and the laughter of his friends that hurt than the fading sting of rubber against skin.

Emerson meanwhile just giggled happily as he high-fived Remington.

"You guys fucking suck!" Sebastian glowered at the younger boys.

At the same time, Eva had given up on work for the day. As random as it was, she decided she'd try to make bread: the apparent trend that was surging during this quarantine. She bought all the things she would need this morning.

Stepped a few feet into the kitchen, she pushed open the window a brisk breeze flooding in and freshening up the air. Her attention was skewed to the house across the street, hearing some mild echoes of conversation and the thrum of a radio in the air.

She went to gather her ingredients and tools, however, as she turned to fetch an apron she realized something was missing: the patter of feet behind her. Pluto was usually Eva's shadow whenever he was in the kitchen, always the opportunistic cat he was. However, he wasn't on the couch. He wasn't in his bed. He wasn't snooping around in her closet or hiding under the desk.

"Where'd the ball go?" Daniel called, clinging to the ledge of the pool.

"I'll get it" Remington swam to the ladder and pulled himself out of the water. He shook out his sopping blonde hair, unintentionally shaking his ass in his colorful swim trunks. Their friend, Michael, whistled from the pool. Remington only smirked on him.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, hunny," he sassed, waving his hand and ducked off to fetch the ball.

Puzzled, Eva grabbed Pluto's favorite bag of cat treats and shook it, the sound was always able to bring him out -- when he was within ten feet of the treats. The fact that he didn't appear told Eva that he must've gone out the window once again to wreak havoc.

With an irritated huff, she switched out her house slippers for her sandals and hightailed it out with the bag of treats.

The red rubber pool ball had rolled across the grass and lodged itself into a bush at the fence. Remington was awash in frigid goosebumps, not even the California heat could will away the pool's chill quick enough. Nevertheless, he crawled down and retrieved the ball from the brambles, swatting off what little dirt he could. However, his fixation swerved to the complex across the street when he heard a heavy slam.

"Pluto!" a young girl came charging out of the apartment complex, dressed in a slightly wrinkled white t-shirt and her jaw-length hair swivelled smoothly around her face as she frantically looked up and down the street, "Pluto!" she was shaking a little yellow bag.

Remington looked up and down the quiet street, almost expecting to see Pluto the Dog standing at the corner like Cartoon Cat. He glanced down quizzically at the ball, then back at the young woman.

Eva rubbed the stress lines on her forehead out of pure frustration. This wasn't the first time Pluto ran off, he always came back. However, the damn cat would always find ways to stir up trouble; rowling up dogs, plucking fish from little ponds, scratching at hanging laundry.

"Pluto!!" she shook the bag of treats.

"Hey!" Remington called, waving his hand to the stranger, "You alright?"

Eva glanced at the owner of that soft, yet scratchy voice. She hadn't even noticed the bleach blonde kid standing in the glint of the sun. Eva crossed the street and stood a few feet from the gate, keeping more than two meters distance.

"I'm sorry. Have you happen to see a cat running around? He's a pale tabby, couple black stripes, likes to chew shoes," she shrugged.

Remington only shook his head, "Sorry. I'm afraid not," he smiled sheepishly, "Did -- did you say he was a cat?"

"Yeah,"

"And you named your cat 'Pluto'? Like -- the dog?"

Eva smirked, but shook her head, unable to help but glance at the tattoos that crossed over this boy's torso, "He's named after The Black Cat," she said, "You ever read Edgar Allan Poe?"

Remington smiled sheepishly, "Oh right, right! I haven't read that in a while, actually. He named the cat after the Roman God for death,"

Eva smiled pleasantly, not having pegged this boy to know so much about EAP, "That's right. I wanted a black cat to fit with the theme but the damn tabby stole my heart,"

"He knew what he was doing, obviously," Remington grinned, "I'll keep an eye for him though, if I happen to --" he was cut short however when he heard Pepper start yapping from the backyard. The yapping was followed by the clanging of metal and a screeching yrowl.

"What the fuck?" Andrew suddenly shouted, “Where’d this cat come from!?”

Panic flooded over Eva's face and Remington didn't think twice to open the gate and let her in. Social distancing aside, they two of them rushed into the backyard to find a tray of sausages had crashed onto the floor, the meat had rolled everywhere. Shy clung to Pepper as the little pomeranien yapped and growled incessantly at the scruffy tabby on the patio table, back arched and hissing at the dog while he guarded his captured sausage.

Eva was understandably horrified.

"What the hell happened here?" Remington asked, just as in shock over the mess.

"Cat came out of nowhere and dive bombed our lunch!" Daniel replied, having just crawled out of the pool.

"Pluto!" Eva ran to the table and scooped up the snarling cat, Pepper was still yapping away, "What is the matter with you?" she scolded at Pluto before turning to Remington and Andrew, who still wielded the metal tongs in his hand, "I am so frickin' sorry!"

"No, no, it's okay," Andrew shook his head, glancing at the lost sausages longingly, "I was kind of craving sushi, anyways,"

"It's no big deal, honestly," Remington assured her, "Five second rule applies, I'm sure,"

"It's been about thirty-seven seconds," Sebastian spoke flatly.

"Since when were you counting?"

Larissa was the only one who didn't seem annoyed or surprised at the feline intruder. She smiled warmly at the young girl, "Is this your cat?"

"Unfortunately," Eva grinned sheepishly, "I should know better. He's in a new area and he tends to get into trouble. Also, if anyone happens to lose a shoe, he did it, and I'm apologizing in advance," she pointed a finger at the now calmed tabby.

Shy smiled, "Well, Pepper's no better. She tends to think she's a way bigger dog," she held up and coddled the fluffy pomeranian. Eva smiled awkwardly, only now noting that she forgot to grab a face mask. And here she was: in a backyard full of strangers in a pandemic.

"Wait, I recognize you," Emerson said, "You just moved across the street, right?"

"Yeah, that's me. Eva," she nodded, "Great first impression, right?"

"You couldn't do any worse than Curcio over here," Sebastian grinned, "Remember the split pants?"

"You're going to hang that over my head for the rest of my life, aren't you?" Daniel glowered.

"Maybe," Emerson turned back to Eva, "I'm Emerson, that's Sebastian, Daniel, Larissa, Michael, Shy, Andrew... and you've already met Remington, I see,"

"The best looking one," Remington grinned.

Eva nodded, "Well, it was very nice meeting you all, I should get going, though. And again, I'm so sorry about the cat,"

Remington shrugged, "It's just sausages. We can get more," he assured her, "Here, I'll walk you out,"

"Thanks," Eva smiled, keeping Pluto close to her chest as she passed Shy and Pepper. Pepper gave one last fleeting bark as the cat passed by. Pluto simply licked his lips.

Michael couldn't help but lean over as he caught one last glance at the new neighbour, then turning to Emerson, "How come you get the pretty neighbour?"

The drummer shrugged, reaching over to grab the rubber ball that Remington dropped at the end of the pool, "Dumb luck?"

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ABOUT TIME

A STRANGER THINGS PROMPT IMAGINE

— PAIRING: Robin Buckley x Reader — WORD COUNT: 953 — WARNINGS: Slight cursing — REQUESTED BY: @lotsoffandomimagines

Hey! I’m not sure if you’re still accepting stuff from that prompt list you reblogged or now but if you could do 16 with Robin Buckley that would be awesome! Totally fine if not. Thank you!! 

  — A/N: Sorry this took so long! My family and I went on vacation, and I was a lot busier than I’d expected. I hope you like it!

You liked to get to school early. It was something that had started in your childhood, and, well, old habits die hard and all that. You also ritualistically listened to music in your car before going inside as a way of hyping yourself up for the day ahead. This morning was no different.

The loud music thumping from your radio rattled the car as you sang along, bobbing your head. You weren’t the best singer—in fact, you were horribly off-key—but you were so wrapped up in the moment that you tuned out the world around you. Even if someone did somehow manage to hear you, you wouldn’t have much cared. It was just you and your music. Nothing else—no one else—mattered.

A sudden knock on your passenger side door jolted you back to reality, causing you to jump as you glanced over to see who was intruding. Robin Buckley stood outside of your car with a cheeky grin plastered on her face. Your eyes widened at the sight of her. “How long have you been standing there?” you asked, leaning over to open the door and let her inside.

“Long enough to hear that high note in Bohemian Rhapsody. I gotta say, Y/N, it was a little pitchy.”

You rolled your eyes. You and Robin had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Your parents had pictures of the two of you from the days you ran around in nothing but diapers. You had gone through everything together—in a way, she was like family, but as you got older, you didn’t know if you still wanted to see her in that light. Sure, she was still the same dorky Robin that came over to your house at ungodly hours of the morning to eat all of your cereal, but all of the things she did that had once gotten on your nerves were almost cute now—too cute for your comfort.

“Are you even listening?” Robin’s voice cut through your thoughts as she jabbed her index finger into the side of your arm.

You glanced over. “What?”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Damn, Y/N, every time I try to talk to you, you ignore me.”

You greeted this statement with a frown. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do. Most of the time, it’s because you’re too busy staring at Steve Harrington. What’s so special about him anyway?”

You were in a difficult situation now. You couldn’t deny that you stared at Steve a lot, and sometimes, you caught him looking at you, too. He didn’t have your attention because you liked him, though. You stared at him because you wished he’d drop off the face of the planet just long enough for Robin to notice you instead of him. Every time you glanced at her across the classroom, she had her eyes trained on King Steve, so you took it upon yourself to stare at him too. You thought that maybe, if you were lucky, your eyes could bore a hole into him so big that he’d disappear altogether. You didn’t necessarily want to own up to this, though. Not right now, at least.

Crossing your arms with a huff, you said, “Well, it’s not like I’m the only one staring at him.”

This time, it was Robin’s turn to be caught off-guard. You watched a faint blush creep across her face, and she quickly averted her gaze down to her feet. After a moment, she said, “I mean, it’s Steve we’re talking about. I’m just keeping an eye on him in case he tries to make a move on you.”

You scoffed. “Why do you care if he makes a move on me?”

For a second, it seemed as if you’d backed Robin into a corner again, but she was quicker to recover this time. “Because,” she said, “I’m your best friend, and my job is to keep you away from douche bags with floppy hair.”

You nodded, letting out a small hum. “Right.”

Robin furrowed her brow. “Why so disappointed?” she asked.

"Oh, no reason,” you said, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I was just hoping that you would take this time now to confess your undying love for me and that the only reason you stare at Steve all the time is because you’re jealous.” You said it jokingly, but really, you just wanted to see Robin’s reaction, and to see if there was any hope for your friendship to turn into something more.

Robin’s mouth fell open, and for a moment, she did nothing more than gape at you. “H—how did you know that?”

Now it was your turn to be surprised. “I didn’t,” you admitted. Then you smiled. “But I do now.”

“Shit.” Robin stared out of the window in silence for what felt like an eternity, looking every now and then as if she was going to bolt from your car. At last, she turned back to you and said. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I know that you don’t feel the same way, but it’s just a teeny, little crush—I’ll get over it eventually, and—”

“I hope not,” you said, effectively cutting Robin off. You leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Then, suddenly remembering where you were, you glanced at your watch and said, “We’d better get going or we’ll be late.”

Robin blinked a couple of times. “Oh,” she said. “Yeah.”

As you two walked to class that morning, your hands brushing together every now and then, you were greeted with the sight of Steve Harrington in the doorway. He took one look at the both you—standing closer than usual, fingers nearly intertwined—and a grin broke out across his face. “About damn time.”

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