#this one is going to be a cinematic masterpiece guys i just know it

[azural83]

I'm going to make wish my entire personality the moment I see it

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[bruh-changbin]

patience is a virtue

part 3 to invasion of privacy series

pairing: roommate!heeseung x afab reader

genre: smut, angst, minimal fluff (minors dni)

warnings: unprotected sex (be safe), use of the pull out method (do not do this), piv, tit sucking, nipple play, mutual masturbation, some indecent public acts, mentions of vomit, alcolohol consumption, heeseung is so bad at communicating it is actually physically painful, jake is still annoying and hoon is a film bro oh god

word count: 8.6k

a/n: pls don't gut me ik this took forever but i hope its worth it at least lawl enjoy yourselves (but not too much......) also someone needs to take ellipses away from me. also not proofread

read part 1 and part 2 first or else this won't make a ton of sense

[shithead]: you guys wanna come to the cave to play smash? i got some more of that indica and jay finally cleaned his bong 🙄

[grandfather]: come on dude it wasn’t even that dirty

[cullen tease]:..... no comment

[cullen tease]: but yea i’m down

[grandfather]: what about heeseung?

[shithead]: idk… it’s just been radio silence from him for like 3 days

[cullen tease]: yea what happened to him?

[grandfather]: well the last time we talked to him was right before he hung out with y/n sooo

[shithead]: no way

[shithead]: do you think she fucked him so hard he passed out for three whole days?

[cullen tease]: shut the fuck up jaeyun

[shithead]: i’m just saying!!! if i had a hot roommate like that i would gladly let her destroy me

[cullen tease]: that’s because you’re a man whore

[grandfather]: come on guys cut it out, you know how heeseung tends to get

[grandfather]: emotional

[cullen tease]: that’s the understatement of the year

[shithead]: wait what if…….

[shithead]: she killed him

[grandfather]: you’re an idiot

[shithead]: it’s a possibility! what if it’s like a jennifer’s body type situation

[cullen tease]: hold up, you’ve seen jennifer’s body?

[shithead]: duh… it has megan fox in it

[grandfather]: okay let's not stray from the situation at hand

[shithead]: wait hoon why is it so surprising that i’ve seen jennifer’s body?

[cullen tease]: i just didn’t peg you as the type of guy to enjoy films like that

[shithead]: what the fuck does that mean

[grandfather]: guys

[cullen tease]: dude come on, your favourite movie is grown ups 2

[shithead]: what’s wrong with grown ups 2? 

[cullen tease]: what’s wrong with it is that it’s trash

[shithead]: are you fr? it is a cinematic masterpiece and i don’t appreciate you acting all high and mighty because you’re a fucking film major who likes boring and sad movies like the godfather or whatever

[grandfather]: can you two shut the fuck up? we need to figure out what’s going on with hee

[adult virgin]: i’m not dead

[cullen tease]: heeseung!

[grandfather]: heeseung!

[shithead]: heeseung! you’re alive!!!

[grandfather]: how you doin’ buddy?

[shithead]: yea what went down with you and sexy roomie at the drive-in? i just know the two of you got up to some freaky shit

[grandfather]: jaeyun i swear to god

[adult virgin]: i don’t wanna talk about it

[cullen tease]: uh oh

[shithead]: oh shit

[grandfather]: oh jeez

[shithead]: jay you question why we call you grandfather when you say shit like ‘oh jeez’

[grandfather]: now’s not the time jake

[cullen tease]: come on heeseung, i’m sure it wasn’t that bad

[adult virgin]: i’m never going on a date again

[shithead]: wait i thought you said it wasn’t a date???

[grandfather]: jake you are one text away from getting kicked out of this group chat

[cullen tease]: i say we kick him out now

[adult virgin]: can you guys please stop blowing up my phone? 

[shithead]: no can do my friend

[shithead]: it’s time for an intervention

[adult virgin]: i’m good

[adult virgin]: the last thing i need right now is you guys screaming at me while i’m trying to cope

[shithead]: too late, jay’s already got the car running. i’m bringing weed!

[cullen tease]: i’ll bring the funyuns

[shithead]: see you soon hee!

[adult virgin]: guys fr i just wanna be alone

[adult virgin]: guys?

bang bang bang!!!

heeseung recoils when he hears his friends banging on his front door a mere 11 minutes after they said they were coming; a mere 11 minutes after he explicitly told them not to. he recoils even more when he hears you open the door for them. 

“oh, hey y/n…” jay does nothing to try to hide his discontent when he sees you open the door and not his heartbroken friend. 

jake, who’s lowkey wanted to bang you since heeseung first moved in with you, pays no mind to his friend's wariness and envelops you in a rib-crushing hug whilst shouting “i haven’t seen you in forever!!!!!”

“hey guys!” you say with a soft smile before patting jake on the shoulder in an attempt to let him know that he’s stealing all of your oxygen, “come in, can i get you anything?”

jay just scoffs, “no thanks y/n, we don’t need anything from you.”

a somewhat puzzled look makes its way onto your face, “ok… well heeseungs in his room if that’s what you’re here for.” you nonchalantly motion down the hall before returning to the kitchen, leaving the three boys alone in the foyer. 

“damn jay, you could’ve been a little nicer. we still don’t know what even went down between them, remember?” sunghoon murmurs while leading the way to heeseungs bedroom. 

“i guess we’re about to find out,” jay holds his breath before tentatively knocking on heeseungs door before opening it and stepping inside.

when heeseung sees his friends open his door and step into his room, he rolls over so his back is facing them. he thought he was very clear that he is not in the mood to talk. nevertheless, the three of them stride into his room like a boy band and close the door behind them. heeseung hopes they pay no mind to the piles and piles of bunched up kleenex littering his room that are all shrivelled up from his tears.  

“heeeyyy buddy!” jay croons to his dishevelled friend as if he’s talking to a puppy or small child. 

“damnnnn hee, that must’ve been some good pussy if it’s got you acting like this!!!” jake exclaims, which earns him an elbow in the ribs. 

“didn’t i tell you guys not to come? i’m trying to latibulate in peace,” heeseung groans, his voice so monotonous and strained it sounds almost robotic.  

“come on, you didn’t seriously think we were gonna listen to you, right?” sunghoon says matter-of-factly, his ebony bangs covering his eyes and making him look eerily mysterious. 

heeseung just sighs. he feels his mattress shift underneath him and looks over to see that jay has taken a seat on the edge of his bed, his eyes full of what appears to be mostly concern, some disgust as he swipes a couple of dirty tissues onto the floor (he tries to cover this up with a crooked smile).

“sooo what happened?” jake breaks the silence and asks the question that’s sitting on the tip of everyone’s tongue. heeseung, now in a seated position, places his head between his knees and does his best to swallow his shame before retelling the event that took place a few days prior. 

“well, we went to the drive-in…” he starts, voice muffled due to his head hanging low, “and at first it was fine, but then… an… intimate scene came on.” 

sunghoon hangs his head at this, seemingly knowing where the story is going. 

heeseung can’t bare to look at his friends faces as he proceeds, his cheeks ablaze with embarrassment as he recounts his unintentional virginity reveal, the two of you freaking it whilst surrounded by other movie goers, and the painful, painful silence that enveloped him for the rest of the night. 

“and then she just… didn’t say anything. why the fuck didn’t she say anything???!!!!” he whines, his tone a complete 180 from what it was when he first spoke to his friends a short 3 minutes ago.

seemingly at a loss for words, jay just rests his hand on his friends shoulder, offering a gentle pat while sunghoon mumbles a quiet but heart-felt ‘beats me’ from where he’s leaning against heeseungs wall. 

“females are so difficult to understand.”

“don’t say females jake, it makes you sound like an incel,” sunghoon suspires, the frayed ends of his hair fluttering in the process, “maybe she just thought you wanted to get it over with? or that you wanted something casual?”

“i don’t do casual.”

“okay, and how the fuck is she supposed to know that?” sunghoon retorts, defending you since you’re unable to defend yourself - jake subtly nods in agreeance. 

“i don’t know! she’s way more emotionally intelligent than all of us combined so i thought that maybe she’d… pick up on it or something.” heeseung feels his energy depleting and he longs to simply curl up under his duvet and sleep the rest of the day away - or maybe the whole week actually. 

“heeseung,” jay sympathizes, “we know you like y/n… but maybe it's just not gonna work out.”

jake interjects, “yea, and if she can’t see what an absolute package you are right now then maybe she never will! it’s her loss really,” he nods enthusiastically while looking at jay and sunghoon, prompting them to do the same - they do.

heeseung, with swollen cheeks and a bruised heart, can only offer a quiet “thanks guys” while wishing for the tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes to go away. he knows that moving on from you, whilst being extremely difficult, is the best thing to do.

after heeseungs feeble thanks, the room falls silent. so silent only that the hum of the a/c is the only detectable sound - that, and the steady inhales and exhales of the 4 boys trapped in heeseungs stuffy bedroom. someone exhales before the shuffling of feet and the creaking of floorboards can be heard. heeseung hardly has any time to react before something (or someone?) is flying through the air and is on track to land directly on top of him.

“DOG PILE ON HEESEUNG!!!” jake shouts while full-on launching himself onto heeseungs body, effectively squashing him into his mattress. the weight of his friend knocks the wind out of him and heeseung barely manages to croak “jaeyun what the fuc-” before the weight is doubled, then tripled as sunghoon and jay follow suit.

it’s hard to tell whose limbs belong to who as heeseungs friends tussle his hair and squeeze his cheeks (and crush his rib cage, but that’s besides the point) in an attempt to get their glum, heartbroken friend to cheer up. and, for the first time in days, a smile appears on heeseungs face.

order confirmed. you will be updated when your food is en route for delivery.

as if on cue, heeseung’s stomach lets out a cavernous growl. he pats it comfortingly as if to say ‘it’s ok, soon you’ll be filled to the brim with an ice cold baja blast and 2 crunch wrap supremes. just hold on a little longer.’

nothing quite like eating away all of your sorrows.

it’s easy to forget how pivotal a kitchen is in one’s everyday life until it’s stripped away from you like a baby from its mother. ok, maybe not stripped away. more like consciously avoiding it to make sure that you don’t have an awkward run in with your roommate who performed oral sex on you several days ago and is now sending you mixed signals. the thought of having to hold an actual conversation with you makes heeseungs skin crawl. 

he’s been successfully avoiding you for 4 days now, ensuring that he only leaves his room when absolutely necessary - and only doing so when he’s positive that you’re in your room or out of the house. before exiting his bedroom he spends minutes with his ear pressed up to his flimsy bedroom door, making sure the coast is clear before making a break for it.

one may think he’s being extra. just talk to her for crying out loud! but heeseung has managed to convince himself that you think he’s bottom of the barrel scum; the last piece of bread that always gets tossed; the mosquito on your wall that you whack with a rolled up newspaper as soon as you see it.

trash! 

and so, he spends his days rotting away in his bedroom, his mattress now donning a permanent indent of the shape of his body; his trash can overflowing with wrappers from taco bell and mcdonalds; his laptop struggling to keep up with all of the mind-numbing streaming of shitty television he’s been doing. 

one time he gave into his hopeless romantic side and watched the notebook but it made him cry so hard he woke up with a migraine. another time he got an ad for top gun: maverick and he wanted to die. stupid top gun. stupid tom cruise. stupid miles teller with his stupid moustache. now, he sticks to scrolling through tik tok and watching reruns of below deck sailing yacht and survivor. 

he can feel his eyes starting to get heavy when a vibration from his phone jolts him back to reality, scrambling to find the device that he so mindlessly tossed underneath his comforter. his fingers finally come in contact with it, and he peers at the lit-up screen.

your food has been delivered. receipt/tip available.

yes! it feels as if his stomach has been quite literally eating itself for the past half hour, so heeseung leaps up at the prospect of soon having food in his belly. in fact he’s so excited at the idea of his taco bell order waiting for him that the thought of doing his ritualistic check to make sure he won’t have a run-in with you completely slips his mind.

so, when he swings open his door and bolts down the hallway, head filled with nothing but thoughts of chowing down on a tortilla filled with meat, lettuce and cheese, his heart practically falls to his stomach when instead he almost literally runs into you. you, holding a glass of water with your eyes wide like a fawn, taking in heeseungs dishevelled appearance after not seeing him for over half a week. 

shit. 

shitshitshitshitshitshit.

this was not supposed to happen. 

“heeseung!” you say with enthusiasm (and a bit of concern).

it is in this very moment that heeseung fully understands what a deer must feel like when falling in front of the headlights of an oncoming vehicle - frozen.

“uh…. heeey y/n.” his throat feels like it’s about to close. is he having an allergic reaction to you? 

seeing as plan a (get his food and go back to his room while avoiding you all together) has fallen through, he attempts to resort to plan b: grab taco bell bag and run like hell back to the safety of his bedroom. 

unfortunately plan b also falls through, for once he worms himself to the front door and grabs the slightly warm paper bag and drink left on his porch he whips around only to see you standing in front of him, blocking his path to the safe haven that is his musty bedroom, (he’s reminded of admiral ackbar in episode vi of star wars - ‘it’s a trap!!!’).

“wait, can we talk?” your face is one of disquietude, “i feel like you’ve been… avoiding me.”

upon hearing your concerns, heeseung does what he’s best at - playing dumb. 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

your face quickly changes, brows furrowed and eyes slightly squinted as if to say ‘are you shitting me?’. in a split second it seems as if you’re able to read heeseung like an open book, much to his dismay, before you open your mouth to speak again. 

“did… did what i do at the drive-in make you uncomfortable?”

“no…” more like what you didn’t do - profess your undying love and devotion to him with tears in your eyes while he reassures you that he feels the same way and the two of you ride off into the sunset on a horse and start a new life in venice or kyoto or somewhere romantic and secluded.  

“okay, so then why are you acting so weird?”

“i’m… stressed. sooo stressed. classes are killing me and i have a huge paper due soon.” liar. he’s excelling in all of his classes and doesn’t have anything due for another 5 days.

“oh, well what’s it about? maybe i can help you!” you offer while taking a step towards him. usually his heart would be leaping at the prospect of the two of you having some one on one time even if it is for a class, but right now that’s the last thing he needs. 

“it’s about….. shakespeare.”

“shakespeare? i thought you were an engineering major-”

“it’s an elective. i’m very interested in classical literature.” no he’s not. 

“oh, nice. hey why are you talking so weirdly? you sound like siri when i ask her a question.”

that’s it. he needs to get out of this conversation before he raises any more suspicion. 

“i’m way deep into the academic headspace. speaking of,” he motions towards his bedroom door with his index finger, “i need to get back to work.” more like he needs to wallow in his own self-pity. 

“wait, can we talk more? i still feel like you’re not telling me something,” you say while looking like a kicked puppy, and heeseung tries to not fall into your glassy, pleading gaze.

“it’s fine y/n, i get it.” he thinks you’re the light of his life and you think of him as your loser roommate who was all whiny about being a virgin so you did what you needed to do to shut him up. case closed. 

“get… what?”

heeseung doesn’t respond, doesn’t give you the time of day. he simply exits the kitchen and closes his bedroom door behind him. he spares no final glance behind him because he knows the sight of you standing there with a hurt and perplexed look on your face will have him crawling back to you on his hands and knees. 

instead, he shuffles into bed and tries to focus on whatever he was watching on his laptop prior to the most painful conversation he’s ever had in his entire life, his now tepid crunch wrap sitting in his limp grasp. 

salty crocodile tears start rolling down his cheeks for the nth time this week. 

“i am gonna get sooo many bitches tonight.”

“you shouldn’t call women bitches jake, that’s rude.”

pre-gaming in the cave before going out is a must. the four guys play a couple rounds of pong and flip cup while jay and jake chug putrid pilsner’s and pabst blue ribbons while sunghoon and heeseung opt for a much more tame rum and coke. 

tonight he’s being dragged to a place he seldom ventures: a club.

heeseung doesn’t really like clubs.

he prefers bars where he can sit and drink and talk to his friends instead of clubs where he has to (attempt to) dance and drink and shout over the blasting music to communicate with anyone. alas, jake was adamant on going to this one particular place downtown where apparently he got with 3 different girls in one night (everyone knows that’s definitely not true, but they continue to humour him). 

furthermore, his friends have decided that the financial blow of cover fees and shots at a club is worth getting heeseung up and out of his frowsty bedroom that has somewhat turned into something you would see on an episode of hoarders, so tonight’s outing will be free (for him at least). 

“okay hee,” jake grabs his friend by the shoulders and shakes him aggressively, as if they’re two football players about to head onto the field, “gimme the game plan for tonight broski.”

“i’m gonna forget about y/n, and i’m gonna find a pretty girl,” heeseung says in the most sportsmanlike manner he can conjure up, “and i’m gonna fu…… i’m gonna make love to her.”

jake simply shakes his head in dismay, “no heeseung, you’re gonna fuck her. got it? go ahead, say it.”

“i’m gonna…” his neck feels like it’s flaring up, “i can’t say it, it feels rude and misogynistic.” 

“dude, girls like to get fucked. they think it’s hot!!! now say ‘fuck’,” jake attests before staring at heeseung expectantly. 

“okay………………. fuck.”

“hell yea bro! fuck!” jay joins in while clapping heeseung on the back in support. 

“yea, fuck!!!”

“FUCK!!!!!!” sunghoon joins as well. 

“FUUUUUUCK!!!” heeseung screams. the liquor in his bloodstream, while not copious, is making him feel fuzzy.

and finally, jake closes it out with, “LETS GO FUCK SHIT UP BROS!!!!!!” before storming out of the door with sunghoon following suit.

jay swings a beefy arm around heeseungs blocky shoulders and drags him along, the two of them soon catching up to hoon and jake who are whooping and hollering about god knows what. in the back of heeseungs mind he wonders what he’s gotten himself into.

immediately upon arrival heeseung is reminded once again of his detestment for clubs. they’re too loud and ho, and impersonal.

the floors and walls are shaking with some throwback early 2000’s pop song and after about 10 seconds the soles of his shoes are already covered in sticky syrup from spilled drinks. he follows his friends into the sea of people trying to get drunk or trying to get laid or both.

in the midst of the crowd he brushes shoulders with a guy he swears he’s seen before, a tall brute guy with blonde hair tied into a man bun and a red flannel hugging his shoulders (who wears a flannel to a club?), but he can’t quite remember when and where they’ve crossed paths before. 

as sunghoon shoulders his way to the bar to order a round of tequila shots, heeseung stays planted to his spot on the floor, his eyes scanning his surroundings and taking everything in to the best of his abilities considering that purple and blue LED lights are painting everyone and everything within the establishment. 

his eyes make their way from the bar to the dance floor to a section of stand-up tables, where he finds a pretty girl in leather pants and a cheetah print corset top staring right back at him. when their gaze’s connect she flashes him a small smile, which he returns.

“jake,” heeseung smacks his friend’s shoulder, “that girl won’t stop staring at me.”

“see hee! we told you you’d pull someone.”

he smirks, then panics, “what should i do?”

“what’s going on?” sunghoon turns around with four shooters balanced between his spindly ple fingers, each one filled with a menacing clear liquor that will ultimately decide his fate this evening. you’re not you when you’re sober but you’re you when you’re drunk!

jake grabs a shot greedily, like a leprechaun stumbling upon a pot of gold, “some chick is ogling at hee.”

sunghoon’s lip curls upwards, “lets go dawg!” he cheers while passing heeseung a shot as if it's a reward for receiving attention from a woman. 

heeseung stares at the tequila in the glass he’s holding with his thumb and index finger; it stares back at him. in one swift move he downs it, then does the same with jake’s, jay’s, and finally sunghoon’s, who all stare at him in disbelief. he tries his best to not make a sour face, but he can’t hold back the deep cough that leaps out of him as the tequila burns his throat on its way down his esophagus and into his stomach.

“wow, okay.” jay says in astonishment, which prompts him to start laughing; everyone else begins to laugh as well, including heeseung. 

“go talk to her shithead!” jake exclaims while shoving heeseung towards the mystery girl and her friends with much more force than necessary, making him stumble over his own feet much like bambi attempting to walk for the first time. 

when he’s close enough he flashes her a toothy grin, his eyes trained on hers; her pupils look like deep pools of ink in the scarcity of good lighting. she just looks at him, a pretty smile painted on her face that pushes the apples of her cheeks to the sky. 

“hey.”

“hi~”

“i’m heeseung.”

“okay heeseung, wanna dance?”

“uh sure!” he exclaims, albeit maybe a little too much excitement in his inflection. 

the cheetah girl doesn’t say anything, just grabs his hand by the wrist (and thank god his wrist because his palms are embarrassingly sweaty) and drags him in the general direction of the dance floor. before he becomes completely swallowed by the mass of swaying bodies, he catches sunghoon and jay giving him a thumbs up from across the room - jake is too busy making out with someone to do the same. 

heeseung feels the fabric of his shirt sticking to his chest and lower back as he gets mixed up with the plethora of other sweaty bodies, trying to move in a sensual yet confident way that hopefully impresses the pretty girl he’s praying he’ll go home with. with his nose tucked into the crook of her neck he rocks his body against hers to the beat of the music, his pelvis bumping against her ass methodically.

“you’re so cute!” she squeals at his awkward attempt to grind up on her.

dear god. when oh when will he ever the patronizing, dehumanizing, emasculating label of ‘cute’? cute is what you say when you see a nest of baby bunnies, or an elderly couple on a date. heeseung is a grown man, he should be called handsome, statuesque, sexy even!!!

nevertheless, heeseung attempts to not let cheetah girl’s comment sour his mood. she’ll see how manly he really is, he’ll show her. in fact he’ll show her right now!

in this very moment he discovers why alcohol has been gifted the name of liquid courage since before he can even process what he’s doing he’s pulling cheetah girl out of the stuffy crowd of inebriated club goers, dragging her to an empty bathroom stall, and placing his tequila coated lips on hers. 

she immediately reciprocates, because why else would she be giving him bedroom eyes across a crowded club if she didn’t want something along this vein to occur? despite being a virgin (? does getting your dick suck count as a loss of virginity?), he has made out with multiple girls on multiple different occasions prior to this one, so he lets his mouth and tongue and hands act on their own accord. 

it feels as if his brain is swimming inside of his skull, making all of his senses blurred and fuzzy like tv static. he feels a pair of teeth sinking into his bottom teeth and he groans, his eyes squeezing shut impossibly tighter and his fingers digging into cheetah girl’s hips. she emits and airy moan in response, allowing heeseung to slot his tongue against hers - he tastes the vodka mixed with cranberry juice she was drinking when he approached her on the inside of her mouth.

the tip of his nose continuously bumps against hers as he sloppy sucks on her tongue and her teeth, his lips soon detaching to make their way across her jaw and down her neck. there he sinks his canines into her skin, causing her to hiss in both pleasure and pain before exhaling blissfully, her hot breath fanning across heeseung face as he reverts to kissing her on the mouth once again. 

from the dj booth he hears the intro of a song that has his eyes shooting open - baby one more time by britney spears. the song that you alway play when you’re getting ready to go out, the song he chose to play during the car ride to the drive-in. he feels a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he thinks about the way you touched him that night, the way you wrapped your hand and lips around his cock without a second thought. his jaw slacks and his hands fall to his sides as his brain starts to move at a million miles per hour.

a mouth that’s not yours is pressed against his while a tongue that’s not yours slips inside and traces his teeth. heeseung can hear his pulse in his ears beating faster than the bass that vibrates the floors and the walls and the ceiling of the club that he now so desperately wishes he wasn’t in. a hand that isn’t yours pops the button of his jeans and slips past the waistband of his underwear. all he can think is how this feels so not… right. none of this is right!

without properly thinking he somewhat shoves the pretty but unknown girl off of him, prompting her to shout “what the fuck asshole??!!?” before storming out of the stall and off to find her friends to undoubtedly complain about what a selfish prick he is. but honestly, he doesn’t care. all he can think about is you and your touch and everything you encompass. 

with a considerable amount of shoving heeseung makes his way outside, paying no mind to the select people that shoot him dirty looks after getting elbowed in the side. too inebriated to consider ordering an uber or calling a cab, he begins the 20 minute trek back to his apartment where he’s praying that you’re still residing, likely settled in your bed reading a book or watching season 2 of the bear. the cool night air stings his lungs as he trips and stumbles on the concrete with every other step he takes on his way back home, his way back to you. 

being outside does absolutely nothing to sober heeseung up (especially considering that he downed 4 tequila shots not so long ago), and when the familiar front door of your shared rental house comes into view he practically runs to it, swinging it open and letting it bang against the wall before calling your name and jogging down the hallway. his shoes clomp against the hardwood floors as he approaches your door, the soft yellow glow emanating from underneath it the only source of light in the dark hallway.  

“y/n?” heeseung barges into your bedroom, almost ripping your door off of its hinges in the process. once inside he sees you perched on your bed, your sheets pulled over your bent knees and a book with a splotchy blue cover in your grasp. 

“what are you doing?” he questions you breathlessly. 

your glance shifts from heeseung to the open book in your hands then back to heeseung, “reading?”

“oh, duh,” he pretends to facepalm while chuckling, your eyes still trained on his with a glint of scepticism. the gravity of his situation starts to dawn on him and he braces himself against your doorframe in an attempt to get the floor to stop spinning.

you furrow your brows and stare at heeseung pointedly, “are you drunk?”

“a little,” he hiccups, “actually a lot, but that’s besides the point.” finally he feels the courage he had 20 minutes ago at the club surge through him once more and he stumbles into your room, stopping at the corner of your bed and gazing down on you like you’re an ant.

“i have to tell you something.”

“okay.”

silence. 

“...what do you wanna tell me?”

“oh, right.” come on heeseung, it’s now or never. he decides to take a seat on the edge of your bed so he’s looking directly at you, and he picks at the holes in his jeans as he ponders how to start. 

“uhh… i really like the way you fold the dish towels in the kitchen.”

a look of shock makes its way onto your face - you definitely weren’t expecting him to say that of all things. before you can utter a word, a sound even, heeseung starts to ramble.

“and you smell really nice. like, really nice. and i think you’re really pretty, e-even when you’re angry, like when i wake you up to ask for a ride to campus when i’ve missed the bus. and i like how you chew on the inside of your cheek when you’re focused, and how you ruffle my hair when i say something stupid… which is a lot.”

he pauses briefly to catch his breath, then continues on, “and i don’t let anyone eat my lucky charms except for you, n-not even my friends when they spend the night, because i know they remind you of being a kid and that you like to pick out the clover shaped marshmallows. and i like the way you draw smiley faces in the condensation on the mirror in the bathroom after you shower, and the way you exclusively listen to stevie nicks when you’re cleaning, an-”

“heeseung,” you interject, causing him to draw in a shaky inhale, “what are you trying to say?”

“what i’m trying to say is that i lo-” nope!!!!!! waaay too soon. luckily even drunk heeseung can recognize the damage an actual profession of love would cause. thank god he caught himself. 

“i really really like you, ok? and i feel like you just see me as a-” here come the waterworks, “as a looooserrrrrrrr,” try as he might, heeseung can’t stop the pathetic, drunken sobs that escape his trembling lips. 

“oh god, heeseung-” your feeble voice does little to drown out the wails emanating from the drunken boy perched on the corner of your bed, his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed pink; you’re unsure if it’s from the alcohol or the crying. 

half a week of pent up confusion and sadness and heartbreak escapes him in the form of reverberating howls, his shoulders shaking even after you place a comforting hand on his back in an attempt to calm him down. 

“and when you did… that at the drive-in, i thought that maybe meant that you liked me too.” he sniffles before wiping his nose with his sleeve; you reach over to your night stand and hand him a tissue. 

“oh jesus, i’m so sorry hee i didn’t mean to confuse you i just-” you take a second to collect your thoughts, your thumb still caressing heeseungs backs through his shirt, “the way you were talking just made it seem like you just wanted to get it over with,” your hand doesn’t leave his back, “like, no strings attached, you know?”

“no… not no strings attached. i want strings attached. i want exclusivity. i want you.” his tears roll down to his mouth and he can taste the salt on his tongue. 

“heeseung…” you all but whisper, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. 

he wants to say more, only when he tries to formulate his thoughts into words, he finds himself yaking all over your floor before passing out.

pain. 

the first thing heeseung feels when he wakes up is pain.

not mental pain, which is what he’s felt for the past 5 days, but physical pain. an aching headache that shoots up from the base of his skull and wraps around to his forehead and flares at the back of his eyeballs. it’s settled, he is never touching alcohol ever again.

an acidic burn tickles his throat, and soon the memories from last night come flooding back to him. the cheetah girl at the club, the solemn and unsobering walk home, the drunken confession, and lastly, the puking. 

he cracks his eyes open and immediately recoils, for the golden glow of the morning sun increases the aching in his head and behind his eyes tenfold. jesus, what time is it? a couple of blinks help his eyes adjust to the light, and he becomes aware of the figure sitting to the right of him. in a split second he soon realizes that he’s in your room, tucked under your sheets, inhaling the scent of your shampoo that’s become permanently woven into your pillows. 

oh? oh. oh god. did you two….?

heeseungs restlessness draws your attention, and soon you're gazing down at him with a soft expression that makes heeseung feel all soft like honey. 

“hey sleeping beauty.” you tease, your eyes still puffy with traces of sleep and the book you were reading before he oh so rudely interrupted you last night is in your hands again - a well-loved copy of murakami’s kafka on the shore, which you place on your nightstand for the sake of passing heeseung a tall glass of water and an advil. he downs both immediately. 

“please tell me that the image i have of myself puking on your floor is something my brain conjured up while i was sleeping and not something that actually happened,” he rasps, throat stinging and nose stuffy.

“hate to break it to ya buddy,” you tsk while nodding sympathetically, “but that actually happened.”

heeseung shoves his head into your pillow, his thumbs pressing against his closed eyelids both in an attempt to relieve the ache and as an act of shame. he groans aloud, “oh god y/n i am so sorry, i-”

“heeseung it’s o-kay,” you punctuate, “shit happens.” 

still unable to look at you, heeseung just nods, the friction from your silk pillowcase making a couple strands of his hair stand on end. 

“besides, it was mostly clear,” you look off into the distance, “mostly.”

a second of quiet, and then you ask him, “how much of last night do you remember?”

he rolls onto his back, index and middle fingers of his right hand pinching the bridge of his nose, “most of it, it guess. i remember going out with my friends, stumbling back here and… telling you that i like you…”

“actually i believe you said that you really, really like me.” your sleep swollen lips curve into a teasing smirk. 

“fuck off,” he jeers while playfully pushing your shoulder. 

“woah!!! lee heeseung drops f-bombs now eh?”

he just chuckles, his hands moving to pass through his frazzled hair. as he shifts under your poofy comforter he realizes he’s still donning the clothes he wore last night - spare for his shoes, which he’s assuming you took off of him and likely put them on the shoe rack by the front door. 

a silence settles over the two of you, but this time it’s comfortable. it’s not estranged or pointed, but hospitable. 

“i didn’t know you felt that way about me.” you state. it’s not a positive or negative statement, simply neutral; an admission. 

heeseung doesn’t say anything, just gazes at your side profile and admires the way your eyelashes grace the tops of your cheeks, the way your top lip converges at your cupids bow, the way your cheekbones are dotted with blemishes. 

“can i kiss you?” he asks, “please?” 

a plea.

and, in your secluded bedroom on this bright saturday morning, you answer him by pressing your lips to his. 

it’s strange, since heeseung can’t seem to discern any actual sensations, he just feels incredibly warm. warm and soft, like taffy that’s been left out and has melted in the glow of the sun. his heart is flipping inside of the cage that is his ribs as he pushes his pursed lips against yours in reciprocation.

you detach your lips from his for a second only to reattach them moments later in a deeper, more passionate kiss that heeseung exhales into, the tip of his nose gracing yours as he tilts his head to sink impossibly deeper into you. his curious hands make their way up to the back of your neck where he grabs ahold and pulls you against him so your torso is on top of his own, your heart beating against his. 

underneath the confines of your comforter heeseung feels your leg glide against his own, the sheets crinkling and tangling in the process. his mouth continues to dance against yours with his tongue experimentally poking out every so often before he pushes it past your lips and into your hot mouth. a whimper makes its way out of you and heeseung swears that if he were standing his knees surely would’ve given out from underneath him. 

“heeseung…” you whine before nipping at his cushiony bottom lip, sucking at it to soothe the sting - and to make heeseung swoon even more. ugh! he just can’t get enough of you and your sickeningly sweet demeanour.

as you continue to kiss and suck at heeseung pouty lips and perfect teeth you become more and more restless, your hands moving to smooth over the expanse of his chest and the tops of his shoulders where they come to rest. the palms of your hands are soft and delicate and they send a shiver down heeseung’s spine as he feels them grace his cloth covered skin that’s slightly damp with sweat. 

with (what seems like) some reluctance, you remove your mouth from heeseung’s with a wet smack. when he cracks open his eyes he finds you beholding him wistfully, your pupils dilated and lips swollen and glossy with lip gloss of his own making. 

“can you show me how you get yourself off?”

your voice is deep and slow; sultry, like a glass of oxblood coloured cabernet sauvignon. his breath hitches in his throat once he fully registers the request you just made. show you? on his own??? he does his best to swallow his nerves. 

“sure,” heeseung agrees bashfully, “if you can do the same.”

“okay.” you smile before tossing the blankets off of both of your hot bodies. a much welcomed gust of cool air causes heeseung to erupt in a fit of goosebumps (although he’s not quite sure if that’s from the change in temperature or his current predicament). 

unsure of what to do next, he waits to follow your lead. with hungry eyes he watches you pull of your pyjama bottoms before tossing them in a heap on the floor, leaving you in a pair of plain light blue panties and an oversized band tee. in somewhat of a rush heeseung fumbles with the hardware of his jeans, struggling to pop the button and tug down the copper zipper at the fault of his nerves. eventually he does so successfully, discarding his bottoms before becoming stuck in limbo.

with deft fingers you begin to drag the hem of your shirt upwards, exposing more and more of your torso before stopping once you reach your sternum. the soft underside of your breasts are just barely peeking out from underneath the fabric. 

heeseung watches with wide eyes and a painfully hard cock as you slip your hand underneath the waistband of your panties in one swift motion, a motion that he’s sure you’ve done hundreds of times before this. his brain swims as he thinks about all of the times you’ve touched yourself in this very room, in this very bed. 

your knuckles strain and push at the fabric of your underwear as you play with yourself, your chest rising and falling steadily but with slightly more erraticism than before. heeseung follows in your footsteps and reaches to the thick elastic waistband of his boxers, hesitating for only a second before pushing the garment down to his hips, allowing his hard cock to slap against his tense stomach. he spits in his palm before wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a few tentative strokes and watching the way his stomach spasms. 

“i don’t think i said this before,” you purr, “but you have a really nice cock heeseung.”

your admittance has heeseung overheating, his cheeks and chest flushing a pretty shade of pink. his stomach twists and churns and he slowly starts to jerk himself knowing that you’re watching his every move, like a vulture stalking its pretty. to distract himself from his own ministrations heeseung looks at you, his gaze travelling from your hand in your panties to your chest to your face where he finds you staring back at him, causing him to quickly look away out of sheer embarrassment of being caught. 

“what do you think about when you touch yourself?”

you. obviously. 

but he doesn’t say that. 

he just remains quiet, his eyes darting from place to place  but of course, no answer does not satiate your appetite for knowledge, so you push further. 

“do you think about me?”

yes. obviously.

he nods steadily in response before realizing that that simply isn’t a satisfactory response. 

“always.” his voice is small yet unwavering. 

you smile at his admittance, eyes hazy with desire and your cheek squished against your pillow due to your head being turned towards him. breathy moans and pleas tumble past your lips as you finger yourself, your hips rolling into the heel of your palm. slick wet sounds can be heard both from you and from heeseung, whose precum is aiding in his ability to pump his dick at an increasing speed. the burning pit in his stomach slowly grows and grows and he moans aloud, jolting slightly when the outside of your thigh brushes against his own.

as he feels himself approaching the cusp of an orgasm, the familiar sensation looming closer and closer like a moth drawn to a flame, your hand grabs his arm prompting him to stop, your middle and ring fingers wet against where they’re wrapped around his forearm. 

in the next second you’re sitting up, hands grasping the hem of your shirt once again only to fully remove it this time, exposing your back back and tits to him rendering him speechless. you discard your panties as well, leaving you completely bare as you move to straddle heeseung’s tense thighs. all he does is look at you in astonishment, mouth slightly agape. 

without thinking heeseung reaches forward and envelops both of your breasts with his big hands, his palms rubbing against your hardened nipples while his fingers gently dig into the soft flesh. 

“your tits are perfect,” he rasps, hand moving in circular motions to massage your chest.

“really?” your eyes light up at the compliment.

he nods, his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he remains enamoured with your figure. your fingers tickle his sides before grasping at his shirt, tugging at it in a way that tells him you want it off; he sits up and removes the garment before you place a palm on his chest and push him back onto your mattress, the springs making a slight squeak at the force. your eyes rake over heeseung’s bare chest as he lays before you, a shaky exhale leaving him every few seconds or so.

“you’re so handsome lee heeseung.” you compliment. 

“even when i’m hungover?” 

“even when you’re hungover.”

you crawl over his body, just a little bit, so your hips are unbearably close to his aching cock, the tip an enraged red spilling pearly white beads of precum. heeseung tries his best to not shudder when you wrap your hands around his shaft, moving yourself to be perched directly above his dick. you drag his tip through your folds to be a tease, only when the boy beneath you begins to squirm do you line his cock up wit your dripping hole before sinking down on it ever so slowly, gauging heeseungs reaction with scrutiny. he looks quite pretty, with his eyes screwed shut and bottom lip tucked between his teeth, his forehead dotted with beads of sweat. once he’s fully inside of you you remain stagnant, hips flush against his own. 

heeseung feels like he’s gone limp, his limbs turned to mush and inoperable. he keeps his eyes tightly shut as he becomes accustomed to the feeling of being inside of you, for he knows if he sees you sitting on top of him he’s going to have heart palpitations. 

only once heeseungs face slowly starts to relax, his eyelids slowly fluttering open, do you begin to move, gyrating your pelvis against his at a leisurely pace. heeseung can’t help but whimper when he feels you grinding on top of him, his cock throbbing and sensitive inside the warmth of your pussy. 

your hands rest on heeseungs chest to help you stabilize yourself, your nails digging into the soft skin covering his pecs and leaving behind deep red marks. heeseungs hands move to grab at your hips and you arch your back in response, teasingly shoving your tits in his face - he takes this as an invitation and pulls you closer to him so he can wrap hips lips around your left nipple, sucking on it while palming the other. 

“oh my-, heeseung,” you moan as heeseung continues to play with your breasts eagerly. in response you increase the pace at which your hips are moving at, grinding against him in a fluid, persistent manner that makes heeseungs vision grow warped fuzzy. once again he feels the slow burn of an orgasm take flight in his stomach, slowly ebbing outwards as you work him towards his climax. 

the moans and groans leaving him come out muffled due to his mouth still being wrapped around your breast, only detaching once the need for oxygen becomes stronger and stronger and his heart beats faster and faster. your fingers feel hot against his skin as you fuck him raw, the sensation of your cunt constricting around his cock feeling so other worldly that heeseung believes that you and your pussy and your body the only things tethering to him reality. 

his name tumbles past your lips in the form of needy whines as your movements slowly become more and more erratic, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you chase your high. all heeseung can do is lie underneath you, his fingers back on your hips while the tantalizing promise of a mind blowing orgasm renders him almost immobile. sweat rolls off of his brows as he pants and groans, hips feebly bucking upwards in an attempt to make him cum faster.

“i’m so close y/n i-” is all he can manage to whimper to let you know that he’s about to finish, about to erupt into a thousand hot white stars. you moan an ‘i know’ in response before reaching down to play with your clit, your cunt tightening around heeseungs cock with each and every flick of your fingers. 

you orgasm with a desperate whine, brows furrowed and eyes shut as you keel over heeseung. your pussy flutters around his cock and you manage to pull yourself off of him right before he cums with a cry of your name, spilling his hot sticky seed all over the expanse of his stomach, which twitches and spasms every so often. 

the two of you lay side by side as you wait for your heart rates to lower, for your breathing to steady, for the aching in your lower abdomen to cease. there’s a slight ringing in heeseungs ears which slowly subsides overtime, allowing him to listen to the way your pants morph into heavy breathing. in his peripherals he can see your chest, see the way your eyes are heavy with pleasure. you move your hand just enough so that your knuckles trace across the back of heeseungs hand. 

the room comes to a standstill, with the sun peeking through the slats in your shades falling across his tainted stomach that rises and falls with each erratic inhale and exhale he takes. you shift to lie on your side so you’re facing heeseung, allowing your fingertips to dance over his clavicle, his neck, his jawline. 

bliss. 

euphoria.

a happy ending.

a/n: and to think some of y'all didn't believe that i was gonna give you a happy ending.......... what do you have to say for yourselves now huh? HUH??????? here's you're happy ending i'm gonna go cry now bc i'm weirdly emotionally attached to this series.

patience is a virtue taglist: @hello-stranger24 @jainandan @yohanabanana @iamliacamila @nyanggk @chansmaze @beomgyusonlywife

#enhypen smut #lee heeseung smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen blurbs #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung fanfiction #lee heeseung blurbs #lee heeseung imagines #kpop smut

[vidavalor]

"You love trains": Crowley & Aziraphale inspired 'North by Northwest'

Putting my film studies background to good use here with some film history & historical context under the cut.

The "what does the J stand for?" exchange in The Blitz, Part 1 and the inability for the audience to initially understand what Aziraphale is mouthing in The Blitz, Part 2 are both references to Hitchcock's classic spy thriller, 'North by Northwest'. I didn't link the clip that goes along with The Blitz, Part 2 in case some of you have never seen this film because it would ruin your experience of it. (Definitely watch it if you have not as it's a masterpiece.) Since The Blitz scenes are taking place in 1941 and 'North by Northwest' was released 18 years later in 1959, Crowley and Aziraphale aren't referencing the film in the dialogue but, instead, could be presumed to be the source *of* the dialogue in the film... just like how Shakespeare lifted Crowley's love poetry for 'Antony & Cleopatra'... and the 'North by Northwest'-referencing part of The Blitz, Part 1 *is referencing* the 'Antony and Cleopatra' reference because it's the reveal of Crowley's first name. But... it gets even better...

The writer of 'North by Northwest' was legendary Hollywood screenwriter Ernest Lehman, whom we're now presuming to have been a friend of probably at least Aziraphale's. Lehman wrote a dozen or so classic films and, outside of 'North by Northwest', is most famous for writing adaptations of several famous musicals, including the adapted screenplay for... 'The Sound of Music.' But, no, somehow, we aren't done yet with how amazing this is lol.

The thing that makes this all even funnier is that 'North by Northwest' is responsible for probably the most famous train metaphor in cinema. I'll spoil just this bit as it won't really ruin the overall movie for you if you haven't seen it but don't go any further than here if you don't want to be spoiled at all. If you've already seen it, you totally know what I mean. *laughs*

In 1959, when this film was released, you still couldn't really show sex on screen in a mainstream film. If you showed two people in a bedroom at all, they were cisgender, heterosexual and married and they slept in two separate beds. The level of sex happening in the above clip was *wild* for the era and the fact that it was put into the film the way it is-- that an unmarried woman picks up a hot guy on a train and they sleep together and she's still the heroine of the film and all of that-- was really nothing short of feminist revolution in a film in this era.

The film has a famous "love scene" of sorts that follows not long after the one I linked above, where the two of them are in a cabin on the train and starting to get it on but constraints of cinema coding at the time limited how far it could go. So, to imply that the main characters do, in fact, sleep together, the film famously cuts away to a shot of the train entering a tunnel-- making the train itself symbolic of sex. Because of how famous the film overall--and this scene in particular--became, it became a thing to use trains euphemistically for sex in other cinematic works following it. There is literally no way that Crowley and Aziraphale have not seen this movie so while Aziraphale was happy to make The Bentley into a sexual metaphor while angling for the car keys, Crowley is half-heartedly griping in flirty response by continually referencing trains, another sexual mode of transportation-- the one that that they inspired lol. Hence Aziraphale's bemused little lololol-but-won't-give-him-the-satisfaction-of-seeing-my-amusement face here:

Sunglassed!Cary Grant is Crowley and the old movie chemistry and the semi-coded flirty banter and someone please, please write a fic where Aziraphale says "I don't particularly like the book I've started"-- I will pay you lol.

#ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #north by northwest #good omens 1941

[idolatrybarbie]

odd couple

pairing: established francisco "frankie" morales x reader

word count: 2.5k

rating & summary: explicit, mdni! | frankie can't cook, to put it lightly.

tags: no trigger warnings needed for this one, porn with (little) plot, rated e like woah, frankie needs a win, very unedited as of initial posting, stubborn!frankie, premature ejaculation, handjobs, cumplay, overstimulation, sub!frankie moments, multiple orgasms, spit kink/drooling, #petnames4frankie, praise kink, slight dacryphilia, reader calls frankie "wet" in this idk that might not be your thing i guess. look man it's been a hard week.

notes: it's not wednesday and i am struggling a lil' bit (might make a personal life update soon idk ?) but i am being such a brave little toaster about it! writing this definitely made me feel better. when it comes to music, this weezer song is a little generic within their discography but whatever, i like it. hope you enjoy! also everyone go read @wannab-urs sub!max phillips fic because i say so and it's awesome.

You listen to Frankie move around the kitchen from your spot on the couch, trying your very best to ignore the occasional clang and clattering noise that flows out from the distant doorway. Tonight, he has taken on the task of making the two of you dinner. Or trying to, anyway. You don’t cook much either. Your job, like his, doesn’t lend much time to it. Takeout is more than often what’s on the menu—Burger King, of all things, is his favourite.

You know how to cook though. Every once in a while you have the spare time to whip together something truly delicious; slow-roasted pork belly, or maybe a nice pasta with garnish. Frankie doesn’t seem to know his ass from the oven.

The two of you have had this conversation hundreds of times. You stating that he can’t cook, and him pushing back, insisting that he can. Or he could, before the service stuck him with single meal MREs for a number of years and he lost most of the culinary knowledge given to him by various tías, his abuela, and of course Mrs. Morales herself.

His stubbornness spurs the occasional urge to throttle him. It’s fine you can’t cook, you always tell him. Not like he can’t still learn. Still, he insists, and insists on insisting on top of that.

Honestly, you couldn’t be more of opposites. Even excluding skills of domestic labour, he and you are a bit of an odd couple. Frankie’s an early mornings guy, always, while you enjoy a sleepy Sunday—or just about any day that ends in Y. He hates the horror movies you fawn over, while you can’t stand the nature documentaries and sappy celebrity biopics that he eats up year over year. Frankie is highly detail-oriented, the engineer instinct in him always angling towards rigid preparedness; you’re a bit more goal-focused, letting any plan morph and adjust according to the situation.

Another such cooking conversation had taken place on the drive home after declining Frankie’s offer of McDonald’s for the fourth night this week, and now here you are: listening to the man curse under his breath, muttering complaints from the kitchen as he tries his hand at homemade spaghetti.

The kitchen is silent for a moment. You go back to channel surfing, clicking past reruns of Golden Girls and M*A*S*H*. Stopping at a channel playing the cinematic masterpiece Grease 2, you focus your attention on the open doorway behind you again. It feels almost too quiet…

A string of hushed, panicked curses from Frankie confirms your suspicions. Getting off the couch, you use the soft overhead light to guide you through the dark apartment. Frankie is standing over the stove when you see him, quickly moving away and towards the sink. Water splashes into it, surely scalding as steam rises into the air. Or maybe that’s coming from his ears?

You clear your throat in the kitchen doorway, and Frankie turns to you. His face is slightly red, a silver pot held in his grip by the towel-covered handle.

“Is everything okay?” You already know the answer to that question—aggravation rolls off of him in waves, permeating the space between the two of you like a mirage in the Mojave Desert.

Frankie opens his mouth to respond, but the words never come. He does this a few times, wracking his brain for the proper way to put it as he parts and pleats his lips, living up to his call sign.

Eventually, he settles on, “No.”

He heaves a deep sigh, tossing the pot onto the counter. Getting a closer look at it, you see the charred spaghetti noodles stuck to the shiny bottom.

“Don’t, okay?” Frankie says before you look up again.

“What?”

“I know what you’re gonna say. I told you so, blah blah blah. I know. You’re right. I can’t fuckin’ cook.” The words are rushed, like he’s half-embarrassed to even say it.

You frown, reaching an open palm out to him as you shake your head. “That’s not what I was going to say.” You motion for him to come closer and he does, slipping into your arms as you hug at his tense shoulders. “It’s okay. You can take a class, or we can work on it together. I think that’d be kind of fun,” you say.

Picturing making something with Frankie—maybe bowties and broccoli, something simple—has you smiling into his shoulder. For his birthday last year you made red velvet cupcakes with sour cream frosting. The recipe is a little more complicated, but baking them with him this time is a pleasant idea. You already know he’s the type of person to lick the batter off the beater.

“I don’t want to do that to you,” he says.

You pull back from the hug to look at him, those big brown eyes of his crinkled at the far edges. “You’re not doing anything to me,” you say. “At least, not right now.”

A small smile comes to his face then, creeping and dopey before Frankie gives you a soft kiss at the tip of your nose.

“They should really give you a Netflix special or something,” he says.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night,” you muse.

Still in your arms, Frankie glances over at the pot of blackened, noodle-shaped mush. “What are we gonna do for dinner?”

Right now, he’s in the closest proximity to you that he’s been all week. At least, while you’ve both been conscious. Work has you staying later and later at the office these days, while his shifts handling flight operations have him drained, in bed and fast asleep well before you even get home. Tonight is special even if it hasn’t gone the way either of you planned.

You hum, dipping your head to nose at the patchy beard along his jaw. “I’m thinking we skip dinner.”

“Come on, seriously,” Frankie says.

“I am serious.” Leaving a wet kiss on his cheek, you whisper, “Don’t you want your dessert, Francisco?”

A hum rumbles low in his chest. “Of course, but—”

“But nothing.” You move your left hand to cradle the side of his face, his skin smooth under your touch. He leans into its warmth. “I’m hungry.”

You know that he is too. At your words, Frankie practically jumps you, a kiss pressed to your lips hard before your brain can catch up with what’s happening. He holds you in his arms tight, like if he loosens his grip even a bit, you’ll float away. The pair of you move out of the kitchen and back into the living room, the horrible 80’s movie still dancing across the pixels of the TV.

Frankie falls onto his back, bouncing against the couch cushions. The remote is underneath him, the mute button conveniently hit upon his landing. The cheesy show tunes cut out immediately. You move to straddle him as he lays horizontal. Frankie cranes his neck a bit to watch you as you settle over the crotch of his sweatpants. He’s half hard under the fabric already.

Frankie pulls you down into another bruising kiss. You hunch over to meet his lips, his hands circling around your waist. You’ve decided to take the Frankie approach to tonight’s activities; cool and calculated in your plans and decisions on how this is going to go. Grinding your hips down, you watch his face carefully. He huffs out a breath, soft and peppery like the cinnamon gum he keeps in his car.

You reach between your bodies to feel him in his pants. Frankie kisses at your face, quick and sporadic as you palm at him. He moves to lift your shirt off your body and you let him, raising your arms to help him. He tosses the thing to the floor and lets his hands rove over your skin. Continuing your ministrations, you slip your hand beneath the elastic waistband of the grey sweats. Frankie has no underwear on, a pleasant surprise.

“Fuck,” he groans, nosing at your neck.

“What’s wrong, honey bun? Doesn’t that feel good?” you ask, slowly pulling your hand away.

“Yes, please. Do it again?” His voice strains deliciously, the muscles in his arms held taut.

Frankie relaxes only slightly when you return your palm to where he’s hot and achy, cock wet at the tip. You run your thumb along the head of his dick as he pushes his hips up into your touch. You slide the pad of your finger along his shaft, spreading the dampness.

“Aw baby, you’re already a little wet. Isn’t that sweet?”

You start to stroke him in earnest, the tight circle of your hand moving up and down his cock. The movement is a little dry, your skin dragging against the sensitive velvet of him. You push his shirt up his belly, pulling his pants to his knees easily. Then you spit into your palm, jerking him off easier this time.

“Fuck baby. Just like that,” Frankie pants. He’s moving his hips with your hand now, fucking up into it on every down stroke. With your free hand, you prod at the small dip at his hip, feeling the muscle tense beneath the skin.

“Bet you feel so good, baby. Nice and easy for me,” you coo.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, honey.”

You twist your hand at the end of every movement upwards, fingers rubbing over Frankie’s tip as he leaks steadily onto himself. The glide is easy now, lubed with your saliva and his precum. The squelch makes your mouth water as you watch his cock disappear and reappear in the shadow of your fingers.

He puts one of his hands over yours, urging you to go faster. Your hands move together over Frankie’s dick, picking up the pace as the sticky noise turns into a slap with every thrust of his hips.

Frankie breaks pace, stuttering on a caught breath before he spills over your hand and onto his belly. You pause to watch his chest tense and then loosen, his eyes shut tight as he comes down. Raising your hand to your lips, you lick a bit of his cum from the edge of your fingers. It’s the first thing Frankie sees when he opens his eyes again, making him groan. The noise sounds almost painful.

“That was—”

“Amazing?” you supply.

Frankie wheezes a laugh. “Something like that.”

“What about a second helping?”

He furrows his brow, then looks down at his dick. It lays limp and spent on his stomach. “I don’t—”

“Please,” you implore oh-so-sweetly. Frankie sees big eyes batting at him, a twinkle of adoration. The intent behind it is a little more Kubrick, but he doesn’t know that yet.

He can’t say no to you, doesn’t want to anyway. Frankie nods, mumbling a yes at you. His cock twitches with interest when you drag a finger through the pool of cum on his belly and pop it in your mouth. You smile at Frankie as you take him in your hand, strokes slow as he hardens again.

Leaning into his body, you flick your tongue against the shell of his ear. “So, so wet honey. This all for me?”

“Yeah, shit—I can’t,” he mumbles.

“But it feels so good,” you say. “Wish you could see your cute little face. I love seeing you like this.”

Frankie’s face waivers between tightly wound and relaxed in pleasure. You’re using his own cum as lube now, hand practically sloshing across his cock. He tries to keep his eyes open, watching your movements as you sit patiently in his lap, jerking him off.

Your underwear is ruined, the cotton soaked through as you discreetly rock yourself against the rough seam of your pants. You’ll take care of yourself later. Right now, all of your attention is on Frankie. This reward is his punishment. It’s the slightest bit petty, but you can’t let his stubborn behaviour go quite yet. You aren’t an I told you so type of person, but this? This is perfect.

You stroke at him on autopilot, watching the middle distance between the fine thatch of hair at Frankie’s pelvis and his skin coated milky white. He comes with a flinch before you even realize, still moving as he hisses. He’s still hard when he’s done, solid under your touch, so you continue.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you say softly.

“Oh god,” he whines, eyes rolling back.

“Does it hurt baby?”

Frankie doesn’t speak, can’t, nodding frantically up at you.

“You want me to stop? All you have to do is tell me.”

He doesn’t—not with words or the shake of his head. He likes this, and both of you know it. Frankie gets off on the pain, a pleasure so hot that it burns; water blazing to the point that the sensation runs cold, delicate skin held close over a candle flame.

Frankie starts to squirm. You hold him down by the shoulder with your free hand, fingers spread over his overheated skin with a firm press. His whole body is sweaty, soaking a runway down the front top half of his t-shirt.

“Please, please, please.”

He breathes your name, barely getting the syllables past his lips. You never find out what he’s begging for. He probably doesn’t quite know either.

His dick and his mind can’t seem to agree on what they want. You watch this war play out, a losing battle. Every few seconds he presses his hips to the couch, trying to stay out of your reach. Then he slots his hips forward again, seeking out your hand directly.

Finally, Frankie seems to find his words. “Fuck, please. I can’t, I can’t. I’ve got no more, baby, please.”

“One more, honey. You can do that, can’t you? Just one.”

“Mm, shit. It’s—it hurts. It hurts,” he says.

“I know, baby. You’re so sweet for me, so good. I know you can do it,” you assure him.

Leaning down, you position your mouth over him. You let the spit sitting in your mouth pour past your lips, drooling onto his throbbing cock. The saliva slides down his length slowly as Frankie moans at the sensation.

The added slick makes everything wetter, truly soaking as you jerk him off faster. Frankie starts to babble nonsense between short, tripping moans. A split-second decision, you breathe hot air over the head of his dick. The slightest change in contact pulls his third orgasm of the night from him. Frankie cries, groaning loud as fat, wet tears roll down his cheeks. You hunch over him to give his face a kitten lick, collecting them with your tongue.

You let him go when he finishes coming, letting his dick flop against the plush of his tummy. Dragging your own shirt off the floor, you wipe at his skin and clean up your hands before tossing it back down.

Frankie finds the strength to tuck himself back into his sweatpants. He pulls at your elbow, sending you crashing gently into his side on the couch. It isn’t really big enough for the both of you to lay down. You squish yourself against his chest and shoulder, feeling his arm rest over the length of your back.

“How was that?” you ask after a while.

“A five course meal and then some,” he says. Frankie scoffs at himself, like he can’t believe what just happened. “Jesus Christ.”

You kiss his chest through his shirt, his body warm and solid against your cheek. “Nope, just me.”

#frankie morales #pedrostories #frankie morales fanfiction #triple frontier #*ww

[makethatelevenrings]

Sweet Reader // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: mention of a gun

Summary: Jason met you on a discord a while ago. You became fast friends.

“Will you come with me, sweet Reader? I thank you. Give me your hand.”**

His ribs ached.

Jason cracked his eyes open to the sound of frantic buzzing on his nightstand and the sound of crashing downstairs. He stared at the ceiling above him as the frantic shouts of Tim echoed through the halls of the Manor, followed quickly with the cackles of Stephanie and Duke. Normally, he would be waking up at noon to peaceful silence in his apartment but a broken rib during patrol meant Alfred guilted him into staying for the night.

Hey, if it meant he got some of Alfred’s french toast, who was he to refuse?

His phone buzzed again and Jason snatched it off the nightstand. He winced as the bright light of the screen clashed against his eyes but he blinked away the irritation and flipped his phone over so he could read the discord notifications piling up on his screen. He must have forgotten to turn his do not disturb on when he had dragged his ass upstairs and collapsed into the queen-sized mattress Alfred kept set up for him.

You motherfucker. Why on earth did you tell me to watch this movie?

Got me kicking my feet and shit.

THE HAND FLEX. THE REPRESSION. IM SCREAMING.

oh my god oh my god he’s so flustered

YOU HAVE BEWITCHED ME, BODY AND SOUL IM SOBBING

You need to wake up and witness my meltdown

Jason grinned at the wall of text you had sent and fired off a quick response. Why the fuck are you watching Pride & Prejudice 2005 cinematic masterpiece at 10am?

Your username, “Maid Marian”, popped up in the lower left hand corner. He watched that familiar name as you typed and he forgot the ache in his ribs for just one moment.

Because I had to be up at 4 to open. Because we exist in a capitalistic society that expects pretty people to go to work in order to make money.

His reply was short, but he knew you would laugh. Tragic.

Before he could read your next reply, the door to his room flung open and Dick launched himself next to Jason on the bed. His older brother made a big fuss last night about needing to get back to Bludhaven, but the second Jason agreed to stay the night, Dick was practically hauling ass upstairs to his own room. Sap.

“Whatcha smiling at, little wing?”

“A picture of you with that god awful mullet.”

Dick let out a dignified sniff. “I know it hurts having the worst fashion in the family, Jay, but that doesn’t mean you need to be rude about it. Now, c’mon, Alfred’s almost done cooking and we still have to wake up Cass.”

At the sound of one of his favorite siblings' names, Jason was up and out of bed. He shoved his phone in his pocket, reassured that you would be there when he had a chance to look at it next.

You and Jason met on a random literature discord that he had joined on a whim. He was looking for recommendations and ended up finding you arguing with some guy about the need for representative media in one of the channels. Your tentative friendship blossomed into a texting everyday kind of thing.

You knew more about him than most people. You knew his favorite color, his go to comfort food, what times he usually wakes up from nightmares. He knew about your pets, your dreams, and how you were a monster for dog earing your books if you couldn’t find a bookmark.

For six months, the two of you had been consistently chatting whenever you had a chance. Jason wasn’t one for connections and friendship, but he would, under extreme duress, admit that you were his friend.

You were exhausted.

Your shift at the coffee shop had been a long one thanks to your co-worker calling out sick and your boss asking you to stay. You were tired, cold, and your feet ached but the walk to your apartment was only five more minutes. Your phone buzzed with an incoming message and you smiled as you opened it.

What are you up to tonight?

You shot back a quick reply. Walking home from work rn and then probably reading. Hbu?

His name, “Robin Hood”, popped up before disappearing. You stuffed your phone back in your pocket, assuming he was busy. Gotham was especially cold in the winter and you just wanted to get home and sink into the warmth of your apartment with some soup and a good book.

So the guy emerging from the alleyway your were passing by and pointing a gun at you was really ruining the vibe. You immediately stumbled back, your feet slipping on the icy pavement of the sidewalk and sending you on your ass. The guy couldn’t even open his mouth to demand your wallet when a fist to the jaw sent him sprawling into a snow drift.

“Dude, c’mon. Eat the rich, not your neighbors,” a gruff, modulated voice snapped. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

The infamous Red Hood zip tied the guy's hands to a stop sign and strapped a blinking red light on his forehead. His helmet turned in your direction and he shrugged.

“Cops are on their way to pick him up. You okay?”

“Yeah.” You slowly started to pick yourself up when a gloved hand curled around your upper arm and helped you to your feet. “Yeah, I think I’m good.”

“Good, good. Alright.”

“Thanks.” 

The vigilante nodded and jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Well, duty calls. Stay safe out there.”

“You too, Hood.”

He fired a grapple gun and disappeared onto a rooftop, leaving you to finish out the remainder of your walk. The second you started walking again, your phone buzzed again. You glanced down at the discord message and sighed.

Nothing much. Might watch some Trixie and Katya.

At least one of you was having a normal night.

“Well, I’m just saying. The writing might be good but the characters are flat and boring,” your voice came through the speakers of Jason’s laptop. He chuckled, half of his attention on you and half on the fajitas he was preparing on the stove. 

The two of you didn’t have video on, just voice, as you both cooked dinner in your respective apartments. He didn’t want you to see him and immediately clock him as Bruce Wayne’s son. He didn’t want your friendship tainted by the expectation of the world and his “miraculous return from the grave” or whatever bullshit Bruce fed to the media.

“Tell me how you really feel,” he drawled. You laughed, soft and light and it struck a chord in his chest. 

“What are your plans tonight?” he asked as he plated his fajitas on a few tortillas. He could hear the clinking of dishes colliding against one another on your line and for a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like to rest in the warmth of your kitchen and be physically at your side, cooking with you.

“A shit ton of snow is rolling in,” you explained. “Two feet or something. So it’s just me, a few books, some fuzzy blankets, and maybe watch Ella Enchanted for the six millionth time. What about you?”

“We’re getting some snow here too. I’m probably just staying in and staying warm,” he lied. He would be out patrolling, no matter how cold. Maybe he could yank a beanie over his helmet.

“Ugh, I wish I could do that tomorrow. I have the opening shift and my boss is all ‘This is Gotham! If I closed for every time it snowed, we would never be open in the winter!’”

Jason paused, his hand hovering over his dinner. “Wait, you live in Gotham?”

“Yeah, have I never mentioned that? I moved here a few years ago.”

“No shit! I’m a Gothamite, born and raised.”

You were quiet for a moment and he was afraid that he scared you off somehow. But then you asked him softly, “if you’re free tomorrow and don’t mind venturing out in the cold, you should swing by the coffee shop.”

Jason exhaled, his breath visible in the frigid air. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and leaned against his bike. For a vigilante, he was being a mega fucking wimp right now. He just needed to get his shit together and go inside.

The warm lights of the coffee shop bathed the sidewalk with a golden glow and welcomed weary travelers out of the cold. There were only two patrons currently, a couple by the looks of it. They were seated in the far corner with whipped cream coated smiles.

One employee stood behind the counter and he realized with a start that it was the same person he had saved from a mugging a few days ago. Balsam leaves framed the windows for holiday decorations and the snow clinging to the edges of the windows made you a truly magical sight.

Jason inhaled deeply and stepped towards the door.

Maid Marian, it’s time I present you my honor as an outlaw.*

* = from Robin McKinley’s “The Outlaws of Sherwood”

** = from Howard Pyle’s “The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood”

Tag List: @khaetiin @mcrmarvelloki @gone-batty-fics @someoneimsure​ @perpetual-fangirl900​ @visagebrise​ @cursedandromedablack​ @alexxavicry​

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #red hood fluff

[bladerbunny]

A Moment With Kai

Summary: Cuddling and cute talk with Kai Pairing: Kai Hiwatari x Reader Warnings: None Wordcount: 846 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You stood out from the crowd because unlike all the others, you had no interest in him. The fans screaming his name, the girls coming up and twirling their hair and giggling as they ask for an autograph, the occasional awkward stalking and obsessive following as he went from city to city. You were never a part of any of that. It was just you and your book behind the service counter of that small cafe that he quietly slipped into one afternoon to avoid yet another crowd of fans that spotted him on the street and had been hunting him down for three blocks to talk to him about his latest bey battle when all he wanted was 5 minutes to gather his thoughts.

“Can I help you?” You had asked, looking up from the page you had been reading. The smile was all it took to have him sit down, order a large black coffee, and spend the rest of the afternoon listening to you ramble on and on about the series you were reading, how lame your bookclub was when it came to selecting something everyone would like, your 2 cats and their silly antics, what your favorite tea was, and how you just couldn’t understand the plot of this one gangster film from the 1940s that your best friend insists was a cinematic masterpiece. Kai didn’t want to leave that moment, or you for that matter.

So here the two of you were, nearly two years later in one another's arms as you celebrate a successful anniversary, having gone out to dinner with a few friends followed by a quiet night together at home to end it.

“I’m really happy that Tyson and Hilary are finally together.” You hum, absentmindedly tracing circles along Kai’s chest as you lay in bed together. “It's really nice to have another couple to go out with on double dates now!” you add excitedly.

Kai snorts.“You mean you actually enjoy spending time with Tyson?” He asks, glancing down at you.”He doesn’t annoy you or anything?”

“No, not at all.” You smile, shaking your head slightly as you prop yourself up slightly to look at him. “I like all of your friends! They are always so nice and welcoming to me, especially Tyson.” You laugh, noticing Kai’s slight grimace.”You should really appreciate it more, you know. You have great friends Kai.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles, tightening his grip on you slightly. “When they aren’t being annoying or trying to tease me or bothering me in every free moment of peace I have.” He sighs.

You lean forward, planting a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “I think you just need to lighten up a bit.” You tease, nuzzling your nose into his softly.

Kai rolls his eyes, scooting away from you slightly. “That’s just your opinion.” he grumbles, face becoming slightly flushed.

“Oh please,” You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose once more. “You are just mad because I am right and you know it.”

“Whatever you say, babe.” Kai sighs in defeat, pulling you closer. “You know you really shouldn’t kiss me too much. You will end up spoiling me.”

“You are already spoiled.” You hum, kissing him a third time.

"Well, you're the one doing the spoiling…" He replies, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he continues."You're too affectionate, you know that?"

"Are you saying you don't like my kisses?" you pull back, pretending to be offended at his remark. “How dare you! I give those to you in good faith, Mister Hiwatari.”

"I'm not saying that I don't like your kisses. But maybe there is such a thing as too much for a guy like me?”

“So what you are saying is you never want me to kiss you again?” She huffs, rolling over as she crosses her arms. “Okay, got it!”

“Oh stop being so childish.” Kai rolls his eyes, trying to pull you back into his arms but you don’t budge. “Fine! I'll take it back.” He sighs, too tired to play. "Alright, fine, I'll let you kiss me as much as you want then. Just please come back over here so we can get to slee-OOF!”

Kai is cut off by you immediately pouncing back onto him. “That’s better!” You giggle, peppering him with kisses all over his cheeks. “I knew you would let me win. I always do.”

He can’t help but become flustered and grunt as you bounce on him. “Yeah, yeah.” He growls, taking every kiss you give him without complaint. “And you say I am the spoiled one.”

You sigh, resting your head on his chest once more.“I never said I wasn’t spoiled too.” You laugh, planting one more small kiss on his cheek before settling into his arms. “I love you.” You whisper quietly, smiling to yourself as you feel him settle.

“I love you too.” Kai sighs, pressing his lips to your forehead gently.

#kai hiwatari x reader #kai x reader #kai hiwatari #kai beyblade #beyblade fanfic #beyblade

[hawkins-losers]

Nightmare on Elm Street vs Halloween | Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: You and Robin have a heated cinematic debate about horror movies

Word count: 0.7k

Request: if u haven’t could u do #80 w robin!! (80. crashing your lips together during an argument)

A/N: I do think that Robin is right in this debate and I would love to have cinematic debates like that with her. Anyone else?

‘‘What? You are so wrong and for so many reasons,’‘ Robin argued while stacking the returns after scanning them. ‘’How is Halloween better than Nightmare on Elm Street? John Carpenter is a great filmmaker, but Wes Craven brought originality and a strong premise. He created a memorable villain and unforgettable images- Glen’s gore bed death? The bathtub when Nancy is falling asleep in the bath and Freddy’s hand is the water? The ending? Fucking brilliant! Halloween can’t beat that.’’

Nightmare on Elm Street was a great horror classic, but in your opinion, it wasn’t better or scarier than the original Halloween.

‘’Michael is a much harder villain to escape than Freddy. Freddy targets the children of the ones who killed him. His killings are about revenge. No one stands a chance against Michael. He goes on a stabbing spree without any clear motivation other than to kill every bastard in sight.’’

’’Yeah, but Freddy is scarier. He hunts teenagers in their dreams and kills them in reality. That’s terrifying!’’ A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. ‘’There’s also no way to escape him. You can run from Michael or hide, but the only way to escape Freddy is to not sleep...except you can’t just stop sleeping. Your body needs sleep or else it’s gonna shut down and you can fall into a coma- Is a coma induced still considered sleeping?’’ Robin questioned.

You shrugged, not knowing the answer.

Technically, a coma is a prolonged state of unconsciousness. During coma, your eyes are closed and you do not respond to sounds or other things in your environment. Unlike sleep, you can't be awakened, even with vigorous or painful stimulation.

In a coma, the brain doesn't go through normal sleep cycles. Someone who is sleeping may move if they're uncomfortable, but a person in a coma will not. Therefore, a coma is not the same as sleep.

Would Freddy care though?

‘’Any ways, you’re fucked.’’ Robin looked over your shoulder. ‘’Steve! Come back me up here,’’ she called to her co-worker who was fixing a display some group of kids had knocked over ten minutes ago. ‘’Can you tell Y/N-’’ 

Steve shook his head before Robin could even finish. ‘’Your girlfriend, your debate. I’m not getting tangled into this again. The last time I participated in one of your cinematic debates, you ended up siding together and shouting at me for finding a movie boring-’’

‘’Because you were in the wrong!’’ you blurted, turning on your heels to face Steve. The guy had terrible movie taste.

‘‘The Shining is a masterpiece and you’re just too basic to understand get it,’’ Robin added, making Steve relive his nightmare. ‘’Jack Nicholson gave an incredible performance and so did Shelley Duvall. The staircase scene was shot 127 times due to Stanley Kubrick’s perfectionism, and Jack Nicholson destroyed nearly 60 doors to get the shot to Kubrick's liking.’’

‘‘Do I even need to bring up the iconic elevator scene?’’ 

‘’Here we go again…’’ Steve mumbled under his breath, getting horrible PTSD.

‘’Thirdly,’’ Robin continued where she had left of, taking the stack of returned and scanned VHS to put back on the shelves. ‘’Heather Langenkamp hotter than Jamie Lee Curtis.’’

You couldn’t disagree. You had watched Nancy reminded and paused Nancy’s bathtub scene too many times. ‘’I’ll give you that one,’’ you said, following her to the movies section of the store.

‘‘Ha!’’ Robin exclaimed, turning around with a victory grin forming on her lips. ‘’That’s another point for me!’‘ 

You furrowed eyebrows. ‘‘Another? When did we agree you got a point in the first place-’‘

You didn't get to finish your sentence, Robin's lips crashing on yours, the debate forgotten for a few seconds. Usually, it was you who would kiss her in the middle of a rant. It was nice to have the table turned.

You grabbed her green Family Video vest and pulled her closer, prolonging the kiss. 

If you hadn’t been in the middle of her workplace, she would’ve dropped the stack of movies and kept going, but a customer could walk in anytime - and poor Steve was annoyed by all the kissing. 

‘‘Does that give me a point?’‘ Robin asked. 

You bit your bottom lip and sighed. The hold this girl had on you... 

‘‘Okay, you win,’‘ you said in defeat. ‘’But, I still stand that Freddy is easier to survive. If you are not one of the kids of the parents who killed him, you’re safe. Michael is a deranged, murderous psychopath who kills babysitters. We both are babysitters and we can’t run. Oh, and need I remember you that he killed his sister when he was six years old. Babe, we would not survive.’’

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#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 #robin stranger things

[jacenotjason]

Bob's Endings - Class of 31 AU

(theres art here I swear dont leave) Alright quick explanation: The class of 31 au doesn't have a cohesive timeline. It has multiple endings and possibilities depending on the characters choices. There are technically 6 endings (out of 12 currently, though I do plan to write more!) involving Bob:

all the characters die

they all survive

only one dies (x4)

these are all the endings where they're murdered. I drew them and gave them a little monologue to go with it like it was a Class of 09 ending. anyways enjoy!!

obvious cw for blood, death, cursing.. all that

RADFORD:

“Have you ever been cold? No, like really cold. So cold that it’s painful. So cold, your fingers turn purple. So cold, your palm gets frozen to the metal floor and you tear off your skin pulling it off. Yeah, that was fun.

Okay, listen, I thought the freezer was a good idea. I was high as hell on Xanax, and when we were all running I knew I couldn’t get far. I could hardly see my own feet, so hiding was my only option. I had two options, the freezer or the garbage chute. I shut off the freezer before I hid in it! Then, it was more like a… moist closet than an actual freezer.

When I heard Bob walk passed it, but not open the door, I thought I was so lucky. Then, the freezer made this sort of… aching sound? I heard the fan turn on and realized he knew full well I was in the freezer.

I don’t know how long it took for my body to actually shut down, I just realized that I couldn’t see my breath anymore, because I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t move, either. Bob watched the whole thing like it was a cinematic masterpiece. The little window on the door frosted over after a while, but I knew he was still out there.

I’m the reason my friends got away. I was putting on a show for the cannibal and they all found an exit. They don’t even care, I know they don’t.”

STREBER:

“Woow, who would’ve guessed? Spending the night in a creepy mansion to play Fuck, Marry, Kill after a cannibal escaped prison was a bad idea?

..[Streber drops the bimbo accent]

I’m kidding. I don’t sound like that.

Dying wasn’t that bad, honestly. The pain of getting my arm ripped off only lasted a second, and it was a little fascinating. Once the adrenaline faded, I mean. It was such a mindfuck. I could still feel my arm attached to me, but I could see it in his hand. It’s just a psychological thing, a ghost limb I’m pretty sure, but fuck it threw me for a loop. I bled out fast, the world went dark and then I was dead.

But.. man, what a shitty way to die, right? In a slutty vampire outfit in an abandoned mansion in a shitty town after saving the lives of guys I don’t even like. Assholes owe their lives to me.

I guess this is a good time to get stuff off my chest. Last words, regrets? Hm…

I regret giving Radford bulimia back in high school. Actually, no that was Kevin’s fault, never mind.

I… regret coming to this house in the first place. No, that doesn’t count.

I regret shoving Kevin off the balcony. Yeah. I saved his life, lost mine, and I bet that apathetic mother fucker doesn’t even care. He’s probably upset that he dislocated his arm, but hey, at least you’re still alive!

…

It’s probably weird to hear me say big words, huh? Hahah...”

ETHAN:

“ ‘The ultimate possession was, in fact, the taking of the life. And then... The physical possession of the remains.’ Ted Bundy.

…I love that quote.

In a way… Murder is a little flattering. If I could speak or move... I’d thank Bob. Life was boring, my death was interesting. It was straight out of a movie.

I was running, and then the platform of my boot awkwardly folded over, causing me to collapse to the floor. My ankle wasn’t even that bad, but I acted like it was completely ruined. I even did the horror movie thing where you scoot away backward, while the killer slowly approaches you, knowing he’s got you cornered.

I was so giddy with endorphins. As much as I wanted to pretend to be scared, I couldn’t help but laugh. I wasn’t scared, I was overjoyed. Like.. like… when you reach the height of a rollercoaster and you know the big drop is coming… Like when you hang upside down on the monkey bars and feel the blood rush to your head! Singing together with all your friends, all our voices cracking in sync as we reach the hallelujah chorus! Bowser casting his big fucking ring of fire and knowing full well you're not going to beat this boss right now but you’re gonna fuckin’ try anyway! Watching my little sister graduate middle school! Halloween!!

Feeling the cold steel plunge into your abdomen.. feeling your blood drip onto the floor and knowing it's never getting out. Hearing that your body was never found, and only you and your killer know where it is…

It’s flattery. It’s empowering, it’s art… on a certain level, it’s so fucking rad…

..

I’m glad the others got away. I was the only victim... I was special.”

KEVIN:

“Watching your dad kill himself kind of fucks you up.

I don’t know what happened. I just.. Stopped running. I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t cornered, I just… stopped running from him.

When he found me, I just stared at him. His whole sadistic thing just disappeared… He stared at me, too. If I had the energy, I probably would’ve opened my arms in surrender, but instead, I just stood there with my arms to the side. He got the memo, though…

We were inches apart, and I wasn't scared. I wasn't scared of the murderer looking straight into my eyes.

What fucked me up is just how upset he looked. A murderer, a cannibalistic murderer was staring into my eyes and he looked terrified of me.

After that, he sort of…nudged me against a wall. He didn't shove me or grab me, he just sort of waved me against it and I followed. He slit my throat easily. It was a quick slash, and I was dead. It didn't feel like this was for him. He didn't kill me because he wanted to or because he wanted to eat me. Maybe that's how it started, but it felt like… a mercy kill.

He didn't do anything with my body, either. He let me slide to the floor, then left.

…

I hope there are therapists in the afterlife.. or like a 4chan message board I can rant on, because what the fuck does this mean.”

one day i will have the courage to share the ending doc ok today is not that day

#cw gore #tw cursing #tw death #tw murder #spooky month #spooky month art #spooky month au #spooky month class of 31 #class of 31 #spooky month ethan #spooky month kevin #spooky month radford #spooky month streber #ethan spooky month #kevin spooky month #radford spooky month #streber spooky month #bob velseb #spooky month bob #bob spooky month #spooky month fanart

[dorayakimanjiro]

Imagine Revali watching the Barbie Movie

After watching the Barbie Movie myself, I got curious if Revali would be willing to go to the movie.... it's been like 3 weeks since I watched the movie but school's been awful with homework and team assingments. Finally found the motivation to finish this :)

Enjoy^^

This was the pinkiest photo I found of Revali *.*

"Hey Revali! Lets go watch the Barbie movie"

"Is this a serios suggestion? You think that a champion as great as I would even consider watching such... such tripe?" His in denial at first.

You try gaslighting him with "All the other champions are gonna watch it, even Link and Princess Zelda"

"Don't be absurd. I'm not going to be wasting my time with a girl's movie"

"Excuse ME?!? The Barbie Movie is an cinematic masterpiece fyi, everyone honors it by wearing pink clothes to the theater, it's way superior than all your mocking nonsense" your confidence on to cuz NO ONE has the right to insult the Barbie Movie.

"Very well, if you wish. But know my reputation and dignity wil be tarnished in the process, because it's nothing more than a silly, feminine diversion. Nothing of importance"

'THIS LITTEL BI-...' you save the thought.

"I have you know that even the king of Hyrule, King Rhoam loved the Barbie movie, that man has good taste. PERIODT.

Revali sights in defeat, tired of your whims "Whatever, let's just watch this"

"YAS! That's the spirit! Now... we need to change into something pink and I just have the perfect outfit for myself!"

Revali rolls his eyes "Ugh! Changing clothes... You can't be serious?

You slowly reveal a pink scarf that has been hiding in your back.

A big mischievous smile on your face.

"No, absolutely NOT!" Revali stutters at seeing the scarf.

"Yes, absolutely YES!"

"I refuse the scarf! There's no way in hell I'm wearing-"

You both are in the theater buying your movie tickets with Revali wearing his pink scarf.

"I- this is ridiculous!" Looks around, sees everyone's wearing pink clothes.

"Why did I let you drag me into this?!"

"Cuz I'm ur cool friend who keeps you updated with the latest trends and besides, you had all the right to refuse it yet here you are~" cheeky smiles at him.

"Because you were persistent..." he mutters under his breath.

"Hmm yeah, whatever. Lets go to the movie!!"

"Alright, fine" he groans and walk's after her to the theater, "So... this movie is about Barbie? A doll?" he asks.

"Exactly! A live-action movie about the doll"

"...And let me guess. Barbie has a lot of adventures?

"She is EVERYTHING you could ever dreamt of being; she's an astronaut, a doctor, a firefighter, a lawyer, she graduated from every possible career" they enter to the movie theater.

"Wait... she graduated from being..what?-"

"Look! Everyone's in pink clothing! How cool is that!?"

"Why did I agree to this?" he mutters to himself.

They sit of their assigned seats.

"You're not seriously going to... enjoy this?" Revali asks.

"I'm gonna enjoy this with. every. single. cell. in my body-" interrupting your menancing speak, you turn to the source who called you out.

It was Urbosa!!! With Link and Zelda seating besides her.

"Gurl! What are you doing here?! Zelda and Link! Hii guys!" you happily greet and wave at them.

"Wait...why are they here too?"

The guy in the fronts seats recognizes your voice and turns around to greet you, it was Daruk!

"Ayo Daruk! You're also here?! Gosh this is epic" High-fives Daruk.

You feel a gentle hand poking your head, turning you head, Mipha and Sidon were also here!! Seating behind us.

"GUYS!! All the homies are in the house! Let's freaking GOOO!"

Revali is genuinely puzzled at this point "What in the... Why is everyone here?"

All the champions congratulate you for convincing Revali to come watch Barbie "I told you all I could easily managed it! Piece of cake" you brag.

Revali sighs in resignations "This is a nightmare"

"This gotta be the best day of my life!" you rejoice.

"I'm gonna to die of embarrasment. What will everyone think of me now that I've been seen in pink and attending some ridiculous girlie movie that's supposed to be entertaining?! Oh Goddess...

Raising your eyebrow and asks shamelessly to the champions, "Do you guys think Revali's ridiculous for wearing pink and coming to the Barbie movie?"

"Don't you DARE-"

Revali's threat was cutoff by the champions replies.

Urbosa feels glad Revali's here, she thinks his mind need a break from all his intense training and champion's duties. Daruk comments he's glad Revali is trying new stuff out of training stuff. Everyone agrees with both champion's statements.

"Told ya"

Revali is too stunned to say anything, he still can't believe this situation you dragged him into..... or that he's wearing pink.

"You're a little to hard on yourself, just relax" Offers him popcorn.

Taking the popcorn, still shocked and embarrassed, he quietly looks down, a low "...thank you" comes out of his peak.

"It's nothing. Oh! The movie's about to start!"

The movie starts and he's secretly watching it.

After 20 minutes into the movie he slowly starts enjoying it, even admiting to himsef it's quite comical.

He gives up and finally admits he IS enjoying the movie.

Thinks about the Mojo Dojo Casa House a lot.

Eventually chuckles at the funny scenes, keeps it lowkey.

Once the movie is over, you DEFINETELY tease him about how he actually liked the movie.

Even thought he tried to be annoyed, he can't hide the fact he liked it.

And for the cherry on top, you both went to have dinner in a spicy fried chicken restaurant and had a competition of how could it the chicken the fastest....

And of course Revali won, has an advantage considering his peak.

#revali #botw #botw revali #zelda #botw link #link #mipha #botw2 #loz #loz botw #loz tears of the kingdom #sidon #urbosa #daruk #botw sidon #tulin #teba #riju #totk #rauru #sonia #totk zelda #botw imagine #botw fanfic

[granddaughterogg]

he swings from buildings!

Imagine you and Strife coming back home after seeing "Across the Spider-Verse".

Strife: *pumped* Wow. Now that...was something else!

You: What did I tell you?

Strife: (grabbing your waist and pulling you closer) That it's a cinematic masterpiece and that I should see it because I'd love it.

You: (holding at his nape) And I was right.

Strife: *tenderly* And you were right. I have such a smart girlfriend.

You: (leaning in so that your foreheads touch) Which one of the Spiders was your fave?

Strife: Probably Hobie. Kid's got his head screwed on right. I could see a bit of myself in him, back from when I was younger...

You: *excited*: I KNOW RIGHT? He's the best!

Strife: So...you like him?

You: I mean, how could you not? He's just so EFFORTLESSLY COOL, ya know? He's such a lanky, guitar-wielding, rule-breaking, not-giving-a-crap force of nature! And don't get me started on that AMAZING HAIR -

Strife: *guarded* Oh. You do like him.

You: Well yeah, I went to see him in cinema two times already! Uh, Strife, gotta pee. Let go.

Strife: (lets you slip between his lowered forearms and watches as you happily trot off to the bathroom)

Fury: (enters stage left, as she would) Ah, you're back already. How was the movie?

Strife: *gloomily* Great. Just fucking peachy. I've been cast aside for a younger guy.

#darksiders #darksiders horsemen #darksiders strife #darksiders strife/reader #strife is so insecure #don't worry love this crush will pass #go watch across the spider-verse #bc it's THE SHIT

[hikunn]

stargazing with treasure!

choi hyunsuk

still has his shades on even if it’s nighttime,, you question him about it but he gets defensive saying how the stars look better tinted purple…or whatever color his lenses are. you try on his glasses to see if the stars look cooler… they don’t. hyunsuk says “suit yourself” but would internally judge you. i mean.. who wouldn’t like purple stars?? would play soft (romantic, if you will) music but then fantastic baby starts playing and totally ruins the whole mood ♫ fantastic baby ! oo-oo i wanna dance dance dance d-dance…♫ very not fantastic baby

park jihoon

he said a friend recommended this beautiful spot to go stargazing (think a small area that overlooks the entire city yk the vibes ;). in order to get to said spot, you had to jump a fence and pass through an area that explicitly states “no trespassing”! but since you guys are #rulebreakers and are horrible influences on each other, you trespass! (would not recommend irl but irl me would do the same.) place is beautiful, as promised. takes a bunch of photos and jihoon would cuddle with you on a blanket he brought (sobs)

yoon jaehyuk

parks his car at some empty parking lot. you decide to climb on to the roof of the car while jaehyuk explains how you can break 300 bones in doing so :). you don’t manage to break any bones but you also can’t manage to spot any stars. jaehyuk turns into bill nye (hank green, maybe?) for a second and complains about pollution and how humans should cease to exist…all while also trying to scramble up the car to sit next to you. you remind him that if humans cease to exist, the both of you wouldn’t be spending a lovely night together sitting atop his car. starts to formulate a comeback but you shut him up with a kiss (hurrah).

hamada asahi

plays the whole ‘your name’ ost for *the vibes*. complains when no shooting star comes falling out of the sky. starts to get teary eyed when sparkle comes on. goes on a tanget about how your name is a cinematic masterpiece and wonders if the red string of fate that ties the two of you together is made out of cotton or 85% polyester (?? is this funny ??) would say some out of pocket shit like “hey that’s a dying star,” “oh yeah? how do you know?” “it looks like my soul.” all jokes! all jokes…😟

park jeongwoo

brings a flashlight because he’s scared he’ll get jumped in the dark. you tell him there are no monsters in korea and that he’s being paranoid. but it takes one, one, rustle of the leaves for you to jump in his arms. it’s honestly a really cute scenario if it weren’t for the fact that both of you are so close to pissing your pants. once the two of you calm yourselves jeongwoo points at the different constellations he learned about (definitely did not learn just for the sole purpose of impressing you, definitely not). but you are impressed and can’t help but to say how the stars look so pretty tonight. says something cheesy like “you’re the prettiest star in my eyes,” proceeds to wiggle his eyebrows. ugh.

a/n new style of writing?? not my usual bulletfic … i wanted to try something new!! what do u think, my fellow readers 🤨❔

masterlist

© 2022 by hikunn

#treasure headcanon #treasure fluff #treasure x reader #treasure scenarios #treasure reactions #treasure yg #hyunsuk #treasure hyunsuk #jihoon #park jihoon #treasure jihoon #asahi #hamada asahi #treasure asahi #jaehyuk #jeongwoo #treasure imagines #treasure crack

[wellhalesbells]

TAG SOMEONE YOU WANT TO KNOW AND/OR SOME OF YOUR BESTIES

Tagged by @kikiroo - thank you, my darling!!! *friendly shark bites at you*

Last song: Probably either The Man or Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift. I just spent a week with my sister on vacation and she had just watched the Eras Tour movie so she was getting both of those stuck in my head all the time, and then we'd have to listen to them ofc.

Last movie: It was Host by Rob Savage (or at least it was when I started this, lol). I watched it 'cause I saw something on Insta about the Top 10 Scariest Movies according to what the average resting heart rate is for it. I didn't find it very scary (got me at the end though, woo boy) but I did love it - but then I love things that use the pandemic well and this definitely did imo. Plus it's all structured around (and shot through) a Zoom interface so it's only, like, fifty-seven minutes long because that's all you get when you don't pay for Zoom, haha.

Currently watching: Goosebumps, Last Week Tonight, The Fall of the House of Usher, Two Sentence Horror Stories, Our Flag Means Death and Ghost Files and I am half-assing all of it. I've either only started the first episode or only watched the first episode on all of those. I have no staying power these days. Though I am only one ep behind on Last Week Tonight \o/

Other stuff I watched this year: Unfortunately for you guys, I write fucking everything down and it is now the tenth month of the year. I GOT RECS. Well, Meg 2: The Trench, which is a cinematic masterpiece and I will take no questions on that (unless they're Joming related). (Cognizant of the month) Here are spooky things I watched this year and liked a lot: X, The Black Phone, The Menu, Terrifier and Terrifier 2 (this is definitely only for gore fans though), Bodies Bodies Bodies, Cocaine Bear (also a cinematic masterpiece, also not taking questions), Interview with the Vampire, Wednesday, Severance, Evil, The Last of Us, Over the Garden Wall, Magpie Murders, What We Do in the Shadows, and Shining Vale (haven't started the second season yet!). Also really liked: Paddington, Nimona, Barbie, Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse, Vivo, Derry Girls, The Bear, The Boys, Mythic Quest, Only Murders in the Building (I haven't watched the new season yet though but I expect great things), Reboot, Tuca & Bertie, Los Espookys, Barry, Extraordinary, Crashing (I literally watched it three times in a row - watching Sam and Fred fall in love 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 plus I fucking love Jonathan Bailey - I consistently find him ridiculously charming), Hacks, Avenue 5 (so sad this got canceled when I feel like it just hit its stride), Staged (I've watched it probably six times now), Abbott Elementary, A Black Lady Sketch Show, Ted Lasso, I Think You Should Leave Now (just for that one sketch, you know the one and, if you don't, I am HAPPY to tell you about it!), Unstable (petition for Fred Armisen to be in everything though, right?), Black Mirror, Central Park, Elite (I haven't watched the new season yet!), Reservation Dogs (ditto), The White Lotus, Good Omens, Letterkenny, Minx (what's ditto but for the third time?), Heartstopper, Sasaki and Miyano, and The Other Two.

Shows I dropped/didn’t finish: I'm behind on everything all the time so I'm only going to answer for shows I dropped and I don't think I've dropped any this year?

Currently reading: The Dead Take the A Train by Cassandra Khaw & Richard Kadrey (about halfway through), House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (I'll be reading this until I die, I think), Cunk on Everything by Philomena Cunk, The Fragile Threads of Power by V.E. Schwab (nearly finished!), The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith, My Darling Girl by Jennifer McMahon and The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice (decided to do a reread of the IwtV series this year since I never actually finished it and only got to book ten and I read it way too long ago to remember anything that's happening if I just picked it up now).

Currently listening to: My calendar alarm telling me to go to my dog's vet appointment.

Currently working on: getting at least a third of the way through My Darling Girl

Also absolutely no pressure tagging @andavs, @callunavulgari, @piratefalls, @clotpolesonly, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#uh oh i've found the keyboard again #okay i really HAVE to go to this appt now omg #meme #meme answers

[astra90x]

Flufftober Day 7 - Movie Marathon

@flufftober

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Word Count: 972

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!

❤❤♡♡♡♡♡♡

“You’re telling me you have never seen Lord of the Rings?”

It’s Friday night again, and you’re at the saloon, playing pool with Abigail, Sam, and Sebastian. Honestly, you’re not really sure how it happened. You were planning on coming to have a quiet drink with Elliott, but as soon as you had entered the saloon, you had been all but dragged over to the friend group’s little hangout spot. They insisted that you spend your evening with them, and since Elliott was having a pleasant chat with Leah and didn’t seem to mind your absence, you figured you might as well join them. 

The conversation had somehow landed on movies, and when Sebastian said that The Lord of the Rings was one of his favourites, you confessed that you had never seen it.

“I guess I’ve just never gotten around to it,” you admit. You feel like you’ve almost said something wrong, based on the appalled look on the trio’s faces. 

“That’s unacceptable,” says Sam. “Lord of the Rings is a cinematic masterpiece!”

“I have no doubts that it is, but I still just… never had the time to watch it.”

Abigail’s face suddenly lights up with a look of pure glee. “Right now!”

“What?”

“Let’s go watch them all right now!” Her eyes are bright with excitement, and she starts bouncing a little on the balls of their feet. “I still have the whole box set at my house from when Seb and I watched them a few years ago. They’re the extended ones, too!” 

“Aren’t those movies like, twelve hours long when you watch them all together?” you ask. 

“Yeah, but it’s a Friday! We’re allowed to stay up all night if we want!” 

Not like it being Friday matters much to me, I don’t get days off, you think, but seeing how excited everyone has gotten at the idea of a movie marathon, you can’t exactly say no now. You can pull one all-nighter to spend some time with your new friends. 

The four of you leave the saloon together and head across the street to Pierre’s shop, where Abigail unlocks the door and steps inside. Sam and Sebastian both enter before you, but Sebastian stays to hold the door open for you as you walk in behind him. You shoot him a smile as a thank you. 

As you make your way through the store, Abigail grabs a few things off the shelves before she heads back to the house part of the building. When you look at everything piled in her arms, you realize she’s snagged a bunch of chips, drinks, and chocolate, likely to enjoy during the movies. 

Sam opens the door to Abigail’s house for her since her hands are full, and he does her a favour by opening the door to her bedroom as well. She marches in and dumps everything in her arms onto the bed. 

You, Sebastian, and Sam simply watch as Abigail finds the movies, puts the first disc into her PlayStation, and boots it up so she can put the movie on. 

“You guys can sit down, you know,” she says as she scrolls through the movie settings to put on subtitles. “I don’t expect you to stand all night. 

Sam shrugs and flops down onto Abigail’s bed, where he wastes no time in grabbing one of the bags of chips and tearing into it. Seeing that Abby’s bed is now half full of snacks and half full of Sam, you just sit down on the ground at the bottom of the bed, leaning against the frame for support. It seems that Abigail probably spends a lot of time gaming down here because there are a few cushions on the ground which make it a comfy seating area.

Sebastian grabs a bag of popcorn and a few chocolate bars before joining you on the floor, holding out one of the bars for you to take. He managed to pick your favourite one, somehow, so you don’t even pretend to be polite as you take it from his hands and rip into it. 

Abigail finally seems done setting up the movie, so she stands, shoves some of the snacks aside to make room on the bed, and presses play. 

The movie turns out to be surprisingly good, and when Abigail puts on the second half of Fellowship of the Ring, you find yourself so invested that you’re leaning forward slightly on your cushion. However, once you’re partway through the first half of Two Towers, that’s when you feel tiredness start to set in. It’s already almost 3:00 in the morning, which is extremely late for you, and the series isn’t even half over. 

You can already hear Sam snoring lightly from his spot on the bed behind you, and the soft sound of him sleeping is making you even more tired. Before you know it, your eyes are drifting shut, and your consciousness fades. 

~~~

Sebastian is so engrossed in the movie—it is one of his favourites, after all—that he barely even notices when a gentle weight presses into his shoulder. He glances away from the screen to see what’s touched him, and he’s a little shocked when it’s you. Your eyes are shut and your chest is rhythmically rising and falling, which leads him to believe that you’ve fallen asleep. 

He half considers waking you for a moment, but it is late, and your presence there isn’t uncomfortable, so he figures he should grant you some rest (and save you from the embarrassment of knowing you fell asleep on his shoulder). 

Letting himself relax again, and angling his shoulder downward slightly to make it easier on your neck, Sebastian returns his attention to the movie. He would never admit that he suddenly found it much harder to pay attention. 

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#flufftober2022 #day 7 #stardew valley #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #x reader

[cheddar-baby]

So prefacing this with no one but me cares but i've got beef with the new reboot of the Cube movie

Maybe its because im canadian and i cherish the cube series for being one of the only good horror movies to come out of canada but i personally love the series i think cube, cube 2: hypercube, and cube zero (to a lesser degree) are masterpieces of dumb horror shlock. The beauty of the cube series is that you're just plopped into this giant nightmare lifeless metal box that has traps randomly placed throughout it maybe with a little puzzle for you to solve along the way. The cube is not a character its just sorta there and the movie functions as a vessel for fun trap ideas, your characters are disposable and we know very little about them. Its an ideal dumb horror movie. Cube 2: hypercube is the jason in space varient where theres just like future space magic but its the same you're just in a giant cube that just functions on its own and is just kinda there killing people for no reason.

Now my problem with the remake... They leaned so heavily into it being some sort of character drama that the cube itself was just kind of forgotten about. They seemed so invested in building these characters that they didnt want to kill any of them off. There was very little imagination in the traps it was just kind of like 3-4 picked from the original movie but with meh cgi. Super quick they found 2 seperate ways to avoid the traps entirely so from that point on there was really no traps seen. The movie became just a vessel for this singular guy to get a strange redemption arc for not managing to save his brother from killing himself because a small child just decides hes mad at him and blames him for his brothers death, immedietly tossing himself into a trapped room to get back at him. Also theres a woman they introduce at the start who you forget is in the movie because she has a single line of dialog and then from that point is barely if ever on screen who is later revealed to just be the cube and she has magic mind palace powers. But onto my reasons for disliking this change. I really feel like the original cube film is a really clever critique of capitalist beurocracy in that the cube is just this monolithic object. It is an insane massive structure that no one knows how it really got there who built it or why, it is just there, no one really controls it. Its just this immovable object that just functions totally independantly and does not feel or care. People are placed into it against their will by unseen forces and then are unceremoniously killed and disposed of. Its an endlessly moving and restructuring beast that seemingly has no end.

But the reboot takes this and gives it a face as this random quiet lady who is doing some sort of squid games game but we never learn her motives and it kind of seems like shes just oblivious to everything. She has 0 stakes in anything happening and is just there. But the cube now has rooms that beam into your brain and show cinematic recreations of your traumatic memories (just for a single guy in a room full of 3 people) onto a wall projector. Seemingly to teach you that being a child in a traumatic situation is your fault and you should repent for not being perfect. It really muddles the themes of the original to the point it feels like a saw movie thats confused about itself and what its doing. It also brings into question why have so many people in the cube if its just a vessel for a single person to get some character arc? Are the rest of them just disposable? Do their lives not matter? What is this trying to say? Its just all so strange and muddy when the base concept of the cube movies is so stripped down and simple. You literally just need people to traverse a giant cube and get senselessly killed in fun and interesting ways and there you go. Somehow this new movie managed to mess that up and it hurts me as a cube lover.

[s10127470]

BRIAN MAKES STEWIE HIS BITCH

Episode: Brian Writes a Best Seller (Season 9, Episode 6)

We open up the episode at the Griffin household, where Brian and Stewie receive a box from a delivery man.

They find out that the box was filled with copies of Brian's latest book, which didn't even sale one copy.

Along with that, the delivery guy reveals that there's a least 300 of those boxes.

And to add insult to injury, most of those boxes are filled with the shredded remains of his books.

That honestly takes a special level of malice to do something like that.

This predicament ends up being the "final straw" for Brian and he decides to quit writing all together.

A little white later, we find Brian and Stewie looking at a newspaper, where it's revealed that the reason his book didn't sale at all was because it was overshadowed by a newly released book written by Pauly Fucking Shore.

Now this is a case where either your book really sucks or God is just not letting you have any Ws whatsoever.

Especially if you're able to get beaten by a book written by the guy who started in Bio-Dome and gave this glorious cinematic masterpiece....

Realizing that actually being passionate about writing has basically not worked for him at all, Brian decides to give writing a book with no passion or care whatsoever a try.

And after three hours of writing, Brian's newest book "Wish It, Want It, Do It" is finished, and thanks to some close contacts of Stewie's, manages to get published.

And soon enough, the book quickly becomes a commerical success.

With the immediate success of the book, Brian decides to hire Stewie as his publicist.

And if the picture above didn't tell you already, you'd probably know that this won't end well.

Anyway, the success of the book lands Brian an interview with Tom Tucker, which Stewie accompanies him to.

Once arriving at the studio, Stewie threatens the guy who welcomes them and demands that he finds them an all-white room and some Fuji Water.

This also segways into a very confusing joke, with Brian pointing out that the bowl of M&Ms on the table in the waiting room are all gray, when they're obviously the usual colors typically found on M&Ms.

But on that topic real quick, is there even such a thing as gray M&Ms?

Huh.....I guess there is.

Shortly after the interview, Stewie tells Brian that he's just scheduled a book signing up in New York City.

After getting checked into the hotel and an drawn-out hook-up joke, the duo make it to the book signing.

Here we see just how Brian treats his fans.

First we see him with a middle-aged decent-looking woman, who is clearly passionate about the book and extremely grateful for being able to meet Brian in person.

Brian, on the other hand, doesn't feel the same way. As it's so obvious that he couldn't give less of a shit about this lady.

Not only coming off as completely uninterested in her genuine praise of him, but also actively getting her name wrong.

But when the next person is up (who happens to be much younger, more attractive woman than the last one), that's when Brian starts to actually give a damn.

And instead of giving his signature in her book, Brian gives her his phone number, which rightfully confuses and creeps out the woman.

What a dick.

Sometime later, the duo head off to dinner, where Brian reflects on his newfound fame and shows his appreciation for everything Stewie has done.

After they finish dinner, they spot Renée Zellweger having dinner and say hello to her.

But once they get outside, everything (as you would expect) immediately starts to go to shit.

Brian starts to harshly chew out Stewie for not reserving a table at the front of the restaurant, so they could sit near Renée, despite the obvious fact that he nor Stewie even knew she was there until after they finish dinner.

And feeling like Stewie needs to be punished, Brian decides to not give him a lift back to the hotel, leaving Stewie behind and forcing him to resort to calling a cab, which he can't even do because he has no money on him.

Putting aside the obvious reason why this scene is bad (that being Brian suddenly becoming a temperamental egomaniac and unfairly chewing out Stewie), we got to discuss the other biggest problem with this episode.

Stewie has been turn into a meek, quivering coward, when anyone who has seen even one episode of this show would know that Stewie is the last character you would want to fuck with.

May I remind you.....

-He's undoubtedly the most intelligent being alive, despite being only 1-year old. He possesses genius-level intelligence, which has allowed him to create various high-tech weaponry and gadgets that would put the world's greatest geniuses to shame. For God's sake, he literally created a fucking TIME MACHINE. We've been trying to do that for like over a century now, and we still haven't made much progress. Stewie was able to create one on his first try as if it was nothing! And despite having some childish tendencies here and there, his cognitive abilities are pretty much on the level of a full-grown adult.

-In addition to being incredibly intelligent, he's also incredibly cunning and persuasive. He not only knows how to get people on his side and outwit them, but also knows how to leave cuts in them that are REAL deep. And trust me, he has done this to Brian before and especially after this episode.

-Plus he not only knows how to hurt people emotionally, but also physically as well. Stewie is surprisingly skilled in martial arts and is a skilled marksman, hench whenever he's in a fight, he often uses firearms. And despite his size and age, he has been shown as being able to go toe-to-toe in a physical fight against grown adults.

Contrast that with Brian.....

-Whose intelligence is admittedly up for debut. Granted he's not a pure, unadulterated moron like Peter, but he's nowhere near the genius-level intellect of Stewie. And even with that, although he's described as being more intelligent than most of the cast, I don't think he's as smart as he makes himself out to be. It's been implied in many episodes during the post-revival that Brian makes himself look more intelligent than he is in order to make himself look good. Most of you probably know that there have been times when Stewie was discussing a concept with Brian, and Brian spoke over him in order to come off as intelligent. And when he usually does this, Stewie rightfully calls him out. Not helping his case is that Brian doesn't seem to have any form of primary or secondary education. In fact, his only form of education is college, which he flunked out of.....twice.

-Along with that, he's not shown to be particularly cunning or persuasive, which could be a byproduct of his huge ego. He has definitely shown that he is manipulative, especially towards women, but even that's pretty hit or miss. Because with the exception of Peter, Brian hasn't really succeed at manipulating anyone in the main or recurring cast. And even when he has, these victories are often short-lived and usually find a way to come back and bite him in the ass.

-And although he has been shown as being able to hold his own in a fight, he doesn't have quite the skill-set as some of the other characters, especially Stewie. And even when he is in a fight, most of the time, he often gets his ass handed to.

So with all being said, Stewie has no right to let Brian make him his bitch.

If anything, Stewie should be making Brian his bitch....or, male bitch to be exact.

And if this Stewie wasn't written by people who actually remembered he was a badass, he would do either of the following three options.

A. Retort with a well-deserve chewing of his own, shattering Brian's already fragile ego.

B. Send Brian on a one-way trip to the hospital.

C. Both.

Anyway, let's get back to actually talking about the episode.

So starting where we left off, we're treated with this admittedly pretty funny scene.

If this show was written by Butch Hartman, the punchline would've just been that it would just start raining.

Knowing his track record when it comes to comedy....

Once getting back to Quahog, Stewie is able to get back on Brian's good side after he books him an appearance on Real Time with Bill Maher to discuss separation of church and state with Maher and Christopher Hitchens.

However, when the day comes for the appearance, that doesn't last long as Brian continues to berate Stewie for the most asinine reasons.

The final straw happens when Brian is informed that Hitchens cannot attend, and that Arianna Huffington and Dana Gould will serve as replacement panelists. Blaming yet Stewie again, Brian angrily fires his ass on the spot and continues on to the show's panel.

And once the panel begins, we're finally treated to Brian's long-awaited comeuppance.

After being humiliated of live national television, Brian's career as a best-selling author immediately goes down the drain and returns back to Quahog with his tail between his legs.

Once returning home, he tries to apologize to Stewie for being an egotistical prick.

Keyword: tries.

As Brian half-heartedly does so, while unsubtly and passive-aggressively continues to blame Stewie for everything that went wrong.

And when Stewie asks if this "apology" will be the best he'll get, he responses with...

"Yeah, pretty much."

Once again, what a dick.

Let's Review:

Brian starts off as admittedly quite sympathetic, due to how despite how much he pours his heart into anything he writes, it never seems to get the attention or praise it truly deserves.

So when he finally does finally get that attention and praise, you can't help but feel happy for the guy.....

Until he curses out Stewie for something that was completely out of his control.

Stewie may be OP, but he isn't that OP. He doesn't have the ability of foresight, Brian.

He then proceeded to ditch Stewie in the middle of New York City, forcing him to find his own way back to the hotel, which he couldn't even do since....

He had no money.

He got shanked by a random thug the moment Brian took off.

And what's worse is that Stewie obviously doesn't deserve any of this.

The only bad thing that Stewie did in this entire episode was that he was admittedly a bit hostile when he became Brian's publicist at first.

But even with that, Stewie was clearly trying to get the best he could for Brian because he genuinely wanted to help him to succeed.

But Brian, thanks to his enormous ego, believes that anything Stewie does isn't good enough and constantly gets angry at him for things that are either completely pointless or were completely out of Stewie's control.

Only proving that Quagmire telling Brian that he's a spoiled brat was completely valid.

(Granted everything in that iconic chewing out was completely valid, and yes, we will be talking about that episode in the future).

And besides Stewie, he wasn't treating anyone well in general.

As I mentioned earlier, there were those two women at the book signing.

Where he more or less ignored the much-less conventionally attractive woman, but gave too much attention to the actually attractive woman.

But the crowding moment of this was during the Bill Maher scene.

During that scene, Maher, Huffington and Gould begin to criticize Brian's book, stating that it fails to meet the expectations of the public and is pretentious, repetitive, unhelpful, banal and manipulative (which is basically modern Brian in a nutshell).

Brian attempts to defend this possibly valid criticism in the same way most modern writers response to criticism....

By making it worse by claiming everyone who even remotely criticizes their work is an idiot and they're the ones who are wrong, not him.

Along with that, he insults the panelists for supposedly having little sense in literature.

And to make matters worse, Brian pettily insults Huffington's accent and Gould's feminine-sounding first name like an immature teenager.

As you would expect, this blows up in Brian's face.

He ultimately confesses that he too considers his book to be of a low standard, admitting that he wrote it in a day in the hope that it would sell.

This prompts Maher to loses what already little respect he has for Brian, stating that a real writer would stand by their work despite what others think.

And as an artist and a Fanfiction writer myself, I really appreciate Maher's statement.

And with that being said, it does make you wonder if Brian really is passionate about writing, or just does it in the hope of becoming famous.

Considering him, it's most likely a combination of both.

Though if you ask me, it's probably more of the latter.

And after returning home: humiliated, defeated, and with a career that was as short-lived as Aaron Taylor-Johnson's time in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, you would think Brian would reflect on this, realize the errors of his aways, and try to make amends with Stewie for treating him like shit.

But this is Family Guy and character development isn't one of its priorities.

And since Brian STILL has his head so far up his own ass, he refuses to accept that anything that has happened to him was his own fault and when he "apologizes", he still tries to blame Stewie.

You're a Bad Dog, Brian Griffin!

Well that was the very first episode of my newest series, "You're a Bad Dog, Brian Griffin!" and I hope you all liked it!

Next time we'll be looking at the episode "Brian the Closer".

So stay tune, and if you could, send me some requests for episodes to look at.

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She’s Just That Into You

Pairing: Robin Buckley x f!reader

Summary: Surely it’s totally normal and platonic to come into your friend's work every week and flirt I mean, laugh at all their jokes, talk to them about anything and everything, and want to kiss them? Right?

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: WHOOO S4 has renewed my motivation to write for stranger things so get ready for some fics and drabbles! 

Robin Buckley is one of the coolest girls you know. You’ve run in the same social circles ever since freshman year. Friends of friends, you talk from time to time, but you find yourself on the periphery of her life more often than not. 

Robin had always seemed to know exactly who she was. And she didn’t care that she was different.

At first, you’d been jealous of her, of how self-assured and comfortable she was in her skin.

It took you longer than you would care to admit to realize that you weren’t jealous of Robin at all, but rather that you had feelings for her.

You have a massive, embarrassing crush on Robin Buckley. 

“Hi, Robin,” You greeted her as you pushed through the doors of Family Video, the bell above the door jingling obnoxiously as you stepped into the store, alerting everyone inside (so, Robin and Steve) of your arrival. 

“Harrington,” You add with a jerk of your chin in the direction of Robin’s co-worker and friend. 

Why exactly Robin hung out with Steve “The Hair” Harrington was still a mystery to you, you didn’t really have anything against the guy, but your circle and his had never intercepted, and up until last summer when she’d worked at the ice cream shop in the mall, you’d always thought Robin had held the same general contempt for someone of Harrington’s social standing. 

But ever since they’d started working together, even after the mall fire, the two had been inseparable. 

And they weren’t even dating. That had been your first (mildly heart-wrenching) assumption when they’d started hanging out. But Steve still went out with a different girl every weekend and Robin seemed to happily support it which led to you in turn happily supporting their completely platonic best-friendship. 

Heavy emphasis on platonic.

Because your feelings for Robin were the exact opposite of platonic. 

And you, perhaps naively, thought she might feel the same way.

“Hey,” Steve greeted you from behind the counter.

“Is it Friday already?” Robin asks with a smirk as she leans against the counter towards you.

“Yep,” You reply as you laugh. “Time flies when you’re… well, I guess when you’re careening towards spring break.”

“Too true, need a recommendation this week?” She asks as she pushes through the door behind the counter, already knowing what your answer is going to be. 

“You know I always trust your picks more than mine,” You tell her with a grin as you let her lead you through the aisles. “You have taste and I do not, so I have to defer to your selections.”

“Pfft,” She scoffs. “You have taste, you just also have an inexplicable deficit due to your love of movie musicals that makes you untrustworthy.”

“Hey! Footloose is not that bad!” You protest.

“Yes it is!” Robin shoots back. “You even tried to convince me that A Chorus Line was cinematic masterpiece, I can’t trust your judgement when it comes to movie musicals,” She tells you with a shrug.

“You don’t appreciate a song and dance,” You mutter as she finally grabs a tape of the shelves.

“For your viewing pleasure this week,” Robin announces before she flips over the tape dramatically to reveal the cover. “Throne of Blood,” she reveals in a stilted, melodramatic voice. 

“Robin, another samurai movie with Japanese subtitles? I almost fell asleep during the last one,” You remind her as you take the VHS from her with a raised eyebrow as you glance down at the Japanese characters that fill the back side.

“It’s a retelling of the Scottish play, with samurai swords! You’re gonna love it,” Robin replies confidently.

“I do love Shakespearian tragedy,” You admit as you look back down at the tape. 

“See!” Robin exclaims. “I would never steer you wrong,” She adds.

“Alright, I trust you,” You tell her as you follow her up to the counter to rent it. 

Maybe it’s the fact that you would do pretty much anything Robin asked you to do. Or the fact that she knows you so well that one mention of an iconic Shakespeare play is enough to convince you to watch her bizzaro foreign films, but you know how quickly you folded was borderline pathetic. 

You don’t miss the smirk on Steve’s face as he glances in your direction as he works behind the counter while Robin rings you up beside him. 

The notion that Steve Harrington has caught on to your crush on Robin is enough to make you want to shrivel up and die from embarrassment after you say your goodbyes and head out of the store.

Once you’d left Steve turned to Robin with the same knowing smile. 

Robin spends so much time giving him shit for his love life, even now that he’d found his groove again (well, sort of, but that’s not the point), that he revels in the chance to rib Robin in return for her painfully obvious crush on you. 

“Don’t even start,” Robin warned as she went to grab the returns from the bin. 

“Please, she is so into you, why else is she in here every week?” Steve scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Because… because she’s a movie lover!” Robin replied. 

“She exclusively watches the weird indie movies you recommend her, so she’s obviously trying to impress you,” Steve argues. “Besides, she always flirts with you when she comes in,” He adds with a knowing look.

“Oh, Robin! You’re sooo funny and so smart, and you have such great taste in movies!” Steve mocks, pitching his voice far higher than yours has ever been, and fake-laughing so hard it’s borderline maniacal. 

“Your impressions are terrible,” Robin replies as she continues.

“She likes you, I don’t know why you don’t just ask her out,” Steve mutters with a sigh.

Robin rolls her eyes. 

“Because if we’re wrong and I ask her out I’ll become a complete social pariah.”

Steve shakes his head but doesn't say anything.

“If you ask a girl out the worst thing that happens is she’ll say no,” Robin continues. “If I ask the wrong girl out I’ll inadvertently out myself to the entire town, and my life will be over.” 

“I’ve just got to play it safe,” Robin adds with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Well, let's hope that eventually, she plucks up the courage to ask you out because I don’t know how much longer I can bear to watch the two of you do that little song and dance before I have to intervene.”

“I would not hesitate to gut you like a fish, Harrington,” Robin threatens him. “Worry about your own love life, good knows Linda and Heidi are more than enough for you to worry about.”

“Rude,” Steve mutters. 

“Hey! Wait up!” You hear a familiar voice shout as you’re walking up the sidewalk to the school. 

“Hey Robin,” You greet her as you stop to wait for her to catch up with you before you make your way up the steps. 

“Excited for the pep rally?” She asks.

“Could take it or leave it,” You admit. “But I cannot wait to hear our illustrious marching band, I’ve always thought you guys are the real stars of the show,” You add with a sly smile as you push your shoulder up against Robin’s.

“Better not let Jason Carver hear you say that,” She teases as she jokingly looks over her shoulder as if she’s checking to make sure he’s not nearby.

“Please, like he could ever hear me over the crowd of adoring fans that cheer him on everywhere he goes,” You scoff as your jerk your chin upwards, gesturing for her to look down the hallway to where the entire basketball team is walking directly towards the pair of you, talking and shouting over each other.

“At least after tonight the season is over, one way or the other,” Robin tells you with a grin. 

You both burst out into laughter as Jason and his crowd of lackeys push past you just as Robin says that, all of them completely oblivious to your existence, let alone your conversation.

Once you’ve slightly recovered you realize that this is your chance. 

“Listen uh, since you’re here, I was wondering, are you busy tomorrow night? It’s just, well, my friends are having a party and I thought it might be fun to go… together?” You ask her, your hands wringing in front of you. 

“Like... as a date?” Robin blurts out as she looks at you in surprise. “I mean-” She starts to backtrack when she realizes what she said.

“Yeah, like a date,” You reply quickly before either of you can take it back.

“Oh,” She replies as she looks up at you in mild shock, though you can see the corners of her lips quirking up into a small smile. “Yeah, yeah I’d love to,” She finally replies.

You breathe a quiet sigh of relief. 

“Cool, I can pick you up around eight?” You offer.

“Sure!” She replies. 

Your grin is mirrored on Robin’s face as you stare back at each other. Eventually, you can’t quite bear it and glance away from her.

“Well, I’ve gotta get to French,” You tell her lamely as you point a thumb over your shoulder towards the west wing. 

“Yeah, I’ve got Trig,” She replies with her own nod as she looks down the hallway.

“Well, I’ll see you later,” You reply awkwardly before you finally turned your back to her and start to make your way down the hall.

Robin called out your name before you could make it very far. You turned around and looked at her curiously.

“Can-” She started.

“Yeah, Steve can come too,” You tell her before she can even finish posing the question. 

You’re about to turn around again but can’t seem to look away just yet. You wish you hadn’t asked her in school, that you didn’t have to have this whole conversation in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by people.

“I’ll really excited,” You tell her, hoping she’ll understand just how much you mean it.

Robin grins at you, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. 

“Me too,” She replies.

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